Post by Publicist on Jul 12, 2017 6:41:02 GMT -5
LACKLANLAND WEST
West Hollywood, California
July 7, 2017
Team Kickass had been on a tear all weekend as Sarah fought the world on Sunday. The duo made appearances all over as The Red Queen dominated the competition everywhere her feet landed, even bringing home the coveted 2017 WrestleStock Cup. The final stop was in Honolulu where both of them advanced to the next round of the Ladies All-Star Wrestling Queen of the Ring. They were both exhausted by the time they got home, especially Kenzi as she crashed out first. She slept like a dead woman until she finally awoke in the wee hours of the morning, Sarah still spread out beside her in the bed, dozing in all of her naked alabaster glory.
Kenzi reached for her phone to silence it as it pinged, not wanting it to wake Sarah from her rest. Before shutting it off, she noticed a very interesting conversation between Sarah and Erica DyVyne, one of their opponents on Saturday. As always, the usually gamesmanship was at play between them, it was Sarah being Sarah, of course, but Kenzi had been ‘triggered’ with the first tweet from Erica, a woman she had yet to have a single conversation with…
Kenzi blinked as she stared at the words there from a woman she didn’t know from a hole in the damn wall.
“…nappy headed…”
She turned the words around and around inside her ‘nappy head’ as she considered what she would do…what she would say. The connotations behind Erica’s words seemed really clear to Kenzi…as she lay there in the bed beside her lover, she grabbled with what to do…and what to say. Perhaps Friday was when she’d make her feelings known...assuming she could wait that long. It wouldn’t lessen the shit storm Erica DyVyne had coming her way.
LATER THAT DAY…
The tweet had bothered Kenzi all day. She had responded to Erica, but the purveyor of all things ‘nappy’ had yet to surface. That should have made her feel better, but instead she felt cheated out of the chance to confront the woman on her words…words that Kenzi’s friends had universally affirmed as hateful. Kenzi needed to talk to Sarah before she exploded.
Kenzi called Sarah to join her in the closet, which now served as the temporary throne room while Kenzi;s mother, Sidney Grey was visiting. Kenzi sat there naked, at her feet was a tiny footstool. “Sarah…come join me please!”
Sarah skips into the room, stark naked body blazing white, and stands in awe of her lover. But then she quickly begins admiring her clothes. Kenzi once called her a "fashion whore," and she was quite right: She loved clothes. And shoes. And jewelry. And makeup. She thought, not for the first time, about how Kenzi was not such a fan of any of it all, even thinking that, if Kenzi had her way, she would prefer if Sarah simply walked up to get naked, turned around, and bent over for her to have her way with her! She shakes her head to dismiss thoughts of her clothes and Kenzi's preference to "hit that shit from behind," as she once so brazenly told the whole damn world on Twitter, and instead focused back on Kenzi. While giving themselves to each other, in body and soul, was typical for them, she wanted these few days of rest to be firmly about her appreciation for Kenzi's emotional support.
"I believe you requested a date?" she says as she flicks her hair, unbound and flowing over her shoulders.
Kenzi couldn't help but smirk as she looked at her lover's perfect body in all its beautiful contrasting glory. Kenzi patted the stool as she picked up the golden hair brush she'd purchased just for her to groom her Baby's platinum hair. "Have a seat gorgeous. I want to play in that hair of yours while we talk."
Sarah claps her hands and then skips over, making sure to take a while bending over in front of her before sitting down. "Remember the first time you brushed my hair? In Vegas?"
Kenzi smiles. "You have a mind like a steel trap." She put one of her legs over Sarah's shoulder, loving the feel. She leaned in and whispered in her ear about her decision to do this stark naked. "...you chose wisely..." She set to brushing Sarah's long lovely hair in deliberately slow strokes. She purred under the attention, rubbing Kenzi's leg.
Kenzi was silent for a bit as she gathered her thoughts, then sighed as she spoke. "Baby...you have always been curious about the differences between us...me being black and you being white, but you've never made me ever feel awkward about it. As a matter of a fact, I rarely even notice it now. But...this morning...when I saw what that cunt Erica DyVyne said...it stuck a cord in me..." She stopped, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "...it made me think about those differences again. It made me wonder about who else thinks like that...what they might say to you. I've seen how people try to use your father's death to get to you. I just wonder...what else they might say to try to get a rise out of you...things about me."
Sarah purses her lips in thought. "Oddly enough, it has never come up. Well, outside of a few people back home, but Father's acceptance of you squished that, for the most part. And of course, there was the comment from that piece of trash Leinart, but that was not really about you. But our disparate coloring? It has never come up." She pauses. "Has it come up with you?"
"Never once." She answered quickly. It had never come up at all, then again Kenzi tried to avoid negative humorless people. She set back to brushing, letting her platinum hair fan out over her caramel colored thighs. The difference was stark now that she was really looking, but it excited her more than anything. "I see color, but I love those differences in all of us...in everyone." She paused, a hard sigh escaping her. "It just pissed me off that some bitch that didn't even know me would think to use that as a dig against you. I'm use to the pokes and jabs, but not that. I don't EVER want you to feel uncomfortable about how different we are. That's what I love about us...about you."
Sarah leans forward and rests her chin on her hands, allowing access to the bottom of her hair.
"I honestly did not understand the term until you explained it to me. I will send her into the Abyss for that." She shakes her head softly. "I love your hair." She smirks, true heat in her curling lips. "My own personal predator."
Kenzi’s rage bubbled down deep inside, "I don't need you to do anything at all. She's mine! If she doesn't like my 'nappy hair' we will see how much she hates it when I strangle her with it!"
Sarah giggles over a memory of a gif that had floated around of a wrestler in Japan whipping his hair and accidentally catching his partner in the eye. Sarah had forwarded that to Kenzi. Her lover had not been as amused as she had been. "Deal. She is all yours."
Kenzi leaned down and whispered in her ear. "...and you're mines..."
The rest of that day was…much better than the start…but Kenzi wasn’t quite ready to let this go…not just yet.
West Hollywood, California
July 7, 2017
Team Kickass had been on a tear all weekend as Sarah fought the world on Sunday. The duo made appearances all over as The Red Queen dominated the competition everywhere her feet landed, even bringing home the coveted 2017 WrestleStock Cup. The final stop was in Honolulu where both of them advanced to the next round of the Ladies All-Star Wrestling Queen of the Ring. They were both exhausted by the time they got home, especially Kenzi as she crashed out first. She slept like a dead woman until she finally awoke in the wee hours of the morning, Sarah still spread out beside her in the bed, dozing in all of her naked alabaster glory.
Kenzi reached for her phone to silence it as it pinged, not wanting it to wake Sarah from her rest. Before shutting it off, she noticed a very interesting conversation between Sarah and Erica DyVyne, one of their opponents on Saturday. As always, the usually gamesmanship was at play between them, it was Sarah being Sarah, of course, but Kenzi had been ‘triggered’ with the first tweet from Erica, a woman she had yet to have a single conversation with…
Kenzi blinked as she stared at the words there from a woman she didn’t know from a hole in the damn wall.
“…nappy headed…”
She turned the words around and around inside her ‘nappy head’ as she considered what she would do…what she would say. The connotations behind Erica’s words seemed really clear to Kenzi…as she lay there in the bed beside her lover, she grabbled with what to do…and what to say. Perhaps Friday was when she’d make her feelings known...assuming she could wait that long. It wouldn’t lessen the shit storm Erica DyVyne had coming her way.
LATER THAT DAY…
The tweet had bothered Kenzi all day. She had responded to Erica, but the purveyor of all things ‘nappy’ had yet to surface. That should have made her feel better, but instead she felt cheated out of the chance to confront the woman on her words…words that Kenzi’s friends had universally affirmed as hateful. Kenzi needed to talk to Sarah before she exploded.
Kenzi called Sarah to join her in the closet, which now served as the temporary throne room while Kenzi;s mother, Sidney Grey was visiting. Kenzi sat there naked, at her feet was a tiny footstool. “Sarah…come join me please!”
Sarah skips into the room, stark naked body blazing white, and stands in awe of her lover. But then she quickly begins admiring her clothes. Kenzi once called her a "fashion whore," and she was quite right: She loved clothes. And shoes. And jewelry. And makeup. She thought, not for the first time, about how Kenzi was not such a fan of any of it all, even thinking that, if Kenzi had her way, she would prefer if Sarah simply walked up to get naked, turned around, and bent over for her to have her way with her! She shakes her head to dismiss thoughts of her clothes and Kenzi's preference to "hit that shit from behind," as she once so brazenly told the whole damn world on Twitter, and instead focused back on Kenzi. While giving themselves to each other, in body and soul, was typical for them, she wanted these few days of rest to be firmly about her appreciation for Kenzi's emotional support.
"I believe you requested a date?" she says as she flicks her hair, unbound and flowing over her shoulders.
Kenzi couldn't help but smirk as she looked at her lover's perfect body in all its beautiful contrasting glory. Kenzi patted the stool as she picked up the golden hair brush she'd purchased just for her to groom her Baby's platinum hair. "Have a seat gorgeous. I want to play in that hair of yours while we talk."
Sarah claps her hands and then skips over, making sure to take a while bending over in front of her before sitting down. "Remember the first time you brushed my hair? In Vegas?"
Kenzi smiles. "You have a mind like a steel trap." She put one of her legs over Sarah's shoulder, loving the feel. She leaned in and whispered in her ear about her decision to do this stark naked. "...you chose wisely..." She set to brushing Sarah's long lovely hair in deliberately slow strokes. She purred under the attention, rubbing Kenzi's leg.
Kenzi was silent for a bit as she gathered her thoughts, then sighed as she spoke. "Baby...you have always been curious about the differences between us...me being black and you being white, but you've never made me ever feel awkward about it. As a matter of a fact, I rarely even notice it now. But...this morning...when I saw what that cunt Erica DyVyne said...it stuck a cord in me..." She stopped, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "...it made me think about those differences again. It made me wonder about who else thinks like that...what they might say to you. I've seen how people try to use your father's death to get to you. I just wonder...what else they might say to try to get a rise out of you...things about me."
Sarah purses her lips in thought. "Oddly enough, it has never come up. Well, outside of a few people back home, but Father's acceptance of you squished that, for the most part. And of course, there was the comment from that piece of trash Leinart, but that was not really about you. But our disparate coloring? It has never come up." She pauses. "Has it come up with you?"
"Never once." She answered quickly. It had never come up at all, then again Kenzi tried to avoid negative humorless people. She set back to brushing, letting her platinum hair fan out over her caramel colored thighs. The difference was stark now that she was really looking, but it excited her more than anything. "I see color, but I love those differences in all of us...in everyone." She paused, a hard sigh escaping her. "It just pissed me off that some bitch that didn't even know me would think to use that as a dig against you. I'm use to the pokes and jabs, but not that. I don't EVER want you to feel uncomfortable about how different we are. That's what I love about us...about you."
Sarah leans forward and rests her chin on her hands, allowing access to the bottom of her hair.
"I honestly did not understand the term until you explained it to me. I will send her into the Abyss for that." She shakes her head softly. "I love your hair." She smirks, true heat in her curling lips. "My own personal predator."
Kenzi’s rage bubbled down deep inside, "I don't need you to do anything at all. She's mine! If she doesn't like my 'nappy hair' we will see how much she hates it when I strangle her with it!"
Sarah giggles over a memory of a gif that had floated around of a wrestler in Japan whipping his hair and accidentally catching his partner in the eye. Sarah had forwarded that to Kenzi. Her lover had not been as amused as she had been. "Deal. She is all yours."
Kenzi leaned down and whispered in her ear. "...and you're mines..."
The rest of that day was…much better than the start…but Kenzi wasn’t quite ready to let this go…not just yet.
