February 25th, night of the pay per view; Elimination Chamber. Also Ric Flair's birthday, Charlotte had spent the hours of daylight with her father, reminiscing about fond memories and taking him out for lunch. She used any stretch of excuse that she could cling to, to shake Sasha from her thoughts. It had been a couple of weeks since their last encounter, give or take passing one another near the gym during early morning work-outs. But she was always with Becky, and Sasha was with Bayley, hardly a gifted opportunity for them to discuss what had happened. Though that was all irrelevant after the results of the RAW women's championship match tonight. Yes, she had watched. The shock of seeing the girl turn on her best friend so callously would take time to untangle itself from her brain, then there was the stomach-crunching defeat to follow. It spun out of control, completely.

Hours ago she had debated on sending a message to The Boss, even just a simple 'keep your chin up' sort of thing. And now that didn't matter.

Sasha was here. In her hotel room. Five minutes ago she'd barged in with a no-nonsense attitude, dry tears on her cheeks, make-up smudged under her eyes. The loss had hit hard - maybe too hard. Sufficed to say the blonde was completely caught off guard when the emotionally wrecked female forced her to the bed, dropped to her knees, and proceeded to take her into her mouth. Charlotte's brain rebounded out of her skull, she was embarrassed at how little encouragement it had taken for Sasha to make her hard. Because, hey, apparently her mouth was good for more than just those pretty taunts she dished out to her opponents.

Heavy moans spilled from the blonde, green eyes becoming glassy and lidded, she tipped her head back slightly and moved her hand to fist into the girl's purple hair. She couldn't gauge what was possessing Sasha but she would be damned if she ever complained. The female's mouth was sinful as it devoured her cock, her tongue dipped into the slit, lips sealing around the head. Charlotte literally felt like her brains were being sucked out, her voice broke with little noises that she had never once made in her life, which only encouraged her rival to open her throat and swallow down as much of her length as she could.

"Sasha," the blonde gasped unexpectedly, curling her strong fingers in the girl's hair, "Sasha you don't have to go so deep." She was convinced that she was doing the right thing, but no, the girl dug her nails into her hips hard as punishment. "Jesus..." She growled, half angry, half aroused. She didn't even know that this side of Sasha existed, even their hatred in the ring had its limits, but this? This was new for them. Very new.

The girl was relentless, taking Charlotte until she bumped the back of her throat, swallowing around her, dragging her teeth across her until she could feel the goddess of a woman trembling and giving the tiniest twitch with her hips. She bobbed up and down the impressive shaft of flesh without pause, loosening her jaw, attacking it like it was the reason she had lost tonight. Her nails sank sharper, she pulled the blonde by her hips, pulling her deeper and harder into her mouth over and over, showcasing her astounding resistance to gag when she took too much.

"Oh shit," Charlotte rasped, pawing at Sasha's shoulder in desperation for something to hold on to, "fuck, I'm gonna... fuck..." Words were failing her fast, but the girl knew exactly where she was at.

It happened in a blur, the blonde felt a snap in her gut when Sasha downed her once more and tongued above the base. She bit back a strangled cry and erupted, unloading herself down the girl's throat in heavy doses, she held onto her tightly and felt her swallow every last drop to the point where Charlotte could only marvel in deliriousness. The noises alone were enough to make her head spin and her insides melt, she collapsed onto the mattress, her entire world pinpointed on the hot cavern of Sasha's mouth and the things it did to her. Time was no longer a factor to her, reality hadn't caught up to her by the time that the girl finally released her with a pop.

But if she thought that it was over - no. Wrong again. Charlotte felt the muscles in her ass clench as soon as Sasha's hand seized her cock and began fisting it impatiently. "Stay hard." She ordered, voice raspy and very low from her usual sultry tone.

Charlotte lifted her head up and gawked at the petite female, nothing she could say mattered, The Boss was already making sure that she didn't lose interest, so to speak. She sat upright and suddenly grabbed Sasha by the arms, hoisting her up, stopping her. "Hey," she panted, still in the recovery process, "what is with you tonight?"

Stupid question, the answer was obvious, it had been on tv hours ago. The Boss had even trended worldwide on Twitter. Whatever was going through her right now had rocked a reaction from the rest of the world.

"Nothing," Sasha huffed and crawled onto Charlotte's lap, "I just want you to fuck me."

"And you feel like you had to barge in here and give me head to make me do it?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow, legs like jello as she shifted a little and locked her arms around the girl's waist.

Angry tears began to bubble in Sasha's eyes, chest rising and falling heavily. "I don't want to talk Charlotte, okay? I just need to feel something, anything." She clung to the blonde's cheeks, digging her painted nails into the flesh and tugging on her bottom lip with her teeth. "I want you inside of me, right now." She commanded again.

That was when it hit Charlotte, this was all about control; Sasha's control. After such a heavy loss tonight the girl was searching desperately, pushing frantically to regain some measure of power to prove to herself that she still could. It wasn't the same as winning a live pay per view, but it was a victory of some kind. The Queen pulled her bottom lip to freedom, swiping her tongue across it once and then smashing her mouth against The Boss. She couldn't deny that the girl had stolen her thoughts the last couple of weeks, she couldn't forget how she felt, she tasted herself on her lips and inside of her mouth and she groaned in approval. Sasha became twice as feisty, wriggling her hips to free herself from the confines of her shorts, and then her underwear, kicking both to the floor. She kissed Charlotte hard, but there was something different about it. The blonde didn't entirely feel hatred, or lust, she felt need. Not a physical need. But an emotional one. Sasha needed it to be her tonight. She didn't understand why, but she liked to think that it was simply because she was superior in the bedroom as well as in the ring. Of all of the people in Sasha Banks' universe she had found her way to her door tonight. Just hers. That was something.

The girl was boiling over with pure frustration at the world, she thrashed her tongue against Charlotte's and straddled her lap, reaching a hand between them to find the solid erection that she had prayed was still there. She guided the blonde inside of her and both women moaned in unison as she sank her hips down. Her tan arms coiled around the Queen's neck, holding her, using her for support as she began grinding hard, riding herself on her lover's solid meat. Her thoughts were consumed, half by the pleasure servicing her core, half by the shame of her defeat tonight. She wanted it gone. "More," she husked, "I need more," Sasha took Charlotte's hands and guided them under her shirt to her breasts, "touch me here."

Charlotte squeezed the mounds of warm flesh in her hands and felt a spark of fresh lust when it made Sasha's lips tremble against her mouth, her breaths became so ragged and shaky. It was hot that The Boss thought she could order her around, she was even going as far as to allow her a little control, but anyone who knew the blonde knew that she had a superiority complex. And with the rate Sasha was going at she was going to destroy the two of them before either of them were ready. She risked lowering her hands and effortlessly pulled the girl's tank top up and over her head and then she proceeded to remove her bra. In return Sasha tried pawing at her own top but she easily caught her wrists and paid her a wolfish smirk. "Quit being a pest," she bumped her nose against her lover's when she heard her growl in protest, "you came to my door, remember? My bed, my rules."

And with that the Queen so effortlessly took charge, easily taking Sasha by the hips and bringing her onto the bed with a slow roll; staying connected. The only clothing Charlotte still had on was her white vest top, the smaller girl had more or less ravaged her boxers from her five seconds after invading the room tonight. If anyone else had disturbed her when she was ready to go to bed then she would have left them with a black eye, but not The Boss.

"I don't play by anyone's rules." Sasha responded firmly, already squirming beneath Charlotte, she found herself on the bottom yet again and it infuriated her, so she vented some anger by tearing the blonde's top from her.

"Hey! That was one of my favorites."

"Yeah? Well, it got in the way."

"Sasha, I swear to god," Charlotte nipped at the girl's lip lightly, "you are the one person in this world who can press on every single nerve I have."

"Funny, you looked like you were in paradise a few minutes ago," Sasha's heart skipped an entire beat when the blonde took her hands and pinned them above her head, she laced their fingers together and her eyes zeroed in on the brilliant green hues above her.

"And you are about to go to paradise now."

Sasha's breath caught in her throat, she unconsciously wrapped her legs around the female's waist and locked her ankles together. "I'm not even sure I know what that looks like anymore."

"It's not about looking; it's about feeling." Charlotte began placing feather light kisses along Sasha's jawbone. Finally, she put movement behind her hips, but she didn't give her lover the hard and fast treatment that she was so eager for. No, each thrust was slow, deep, but most importantly powerful. She dragged back until only the head of her cock was inside of the girl and then she sank forward, burrowing all the way to the hilt. She could feel Sasha squeezing against her hands, hear her moaning in unexpected delight, saw the way she closed her eyes and arched in response.

"God, Char..." Sasha felt her toes curl and began to gyrate steadily against the appendage claiming her insides once again. She hated that her angry tears had vanished, that she no longer wanted to tear everything apart, Charlotte was turning her to putty. But she could also feel just how intoxicated the Queen was if her hungry kisses were anything to go by. She lost her breath when her hot lips captured her breast; tongue teasing her to her limits of sanity. She tried pulling her hands free, but her lover wouldn't let her.

All else in the world was forgotten, Charlotte spent endless minutes fucking Sasha lazily, she doubted anyone ever had which explained why the girl became smitten with her now that every coil of pleasure was being prolonged. She found a little sweet spot buried deeply inside of her and bore into it over and over. Sasha must have been loving it, the blonde was surprised with the amount of times the girl kept stealing kisses from her between moans. And she was even more surprised at how much she liked it. They were a perfect match, just as they were in the ring, moving in unison as their bodies rocked in a steady dance of passion. It wasn't the wild ride that either of them had predicted, it had turned into something more: something deeper. Charlotte held complete control, waiting until she felt her petite lover's walls snapping tightly around her as she fell over the edge of bliss, Sasha arched, chanting the blonde's name out as a sacred prayer while the ripples of pleasure rolled down from her head and up from her toes, meeting inbetween her thighs. She was lost in her own little world where only the Queen existed. Charlotte soon joined, hitting into her second climax of the night and releasing her seed into Sasha without any thought of pulling out. She wanted to be imprinted on her insides, much like their previous encounter weeks ago.

Both women were panting by the end, their hands still sweaty and entangled, the blonde stilled her hips after giving everything she had to the girl beneath her. Charlotte gently slipped out of Sasha and rolled onto her back, laying shoulder to shoulder instead. She pressed her hand to her forehead and looked up at the ceiling as her chest rose and fell hard; skin glistening with sweat. Their relationship was screwed in too many ways to count, what were they? Friends with benefits? No, enemies with benefits? It rattled her brain whenever she tried to think about it. They'd only slept with each other on two occasions, but it was becoming a pattern.

The silence became almost awkward, pushing Sasha to slowly sit up, she looked to the floor and started to spy where her clothes had fallen. The blonde noticed and raised an eyebrow, reaching out to touch the girl's thigh when she made a move to stand. "Hey," she frowned at how soft her voice sounded and quickly cleared her throat, "you don't have to leave."

Clearly the invitation took The Boss by surprise, she was left casting a wary scowl towards The Queen as though there was trickery afoot. "What?"

"I mean," Charlotte shrugged her shoulders, now matching the girl's expression, "you can stay if you want, I dunno."

"You're acting weird."

"Look," the blonde's teeth gritted, patience wearing thin, "I am trying to be nice, can you just quit making this so difficult?"

Sasha kept watchful eyes on The Queen before cautiously lowering herself back to the mattress and sliding her bronze legs beneath the bed sheets. Charlotte did the same, scrunching her nose at the way the girl kept looking at her like she had just stepped off of an alien spacecraft. "We're not cuddling."

"Pfft," Charlotte rolled her eyes, "please, I don't cuddle and even if I did you would be at the bottom of the list," she flopped her head back against her pillow, "hell you wouldn't even be on the list."

The purple haired girl huffed and faced away from the blonde, pushing her cheek into the pillow. Evidently it was so much easier for her to withstand Charlotte when they were giving each other orgasms.

"So, wanna talk about what happened at the Elimination Chamber tonight?" The blonde folded her arms behind her head and let her green eyes fall on the girl's back. "Bayley isn't going to let you push her around forever, she'll bite back. Trust me, I went through the same thing with Becky years ago."

No response from Sasha.

"I'm not judging you for what you did, Banks, it was ballsy." The Queen didn't take her gaze off the silent female. She turned onto her side and used her fingers to draw lazy circles against Sasha's back. "If you want to be the best then you can't afford to let friendships weigh you down, it's lonely at the top... but I guess it's just as lonely at the bottom too, otherwise you wouldn't even be here right now."

Sasha slowly turned her head, glancing across her shoulder to the blonde. "Are you lonely?"

"Of course," Charlotte answered coolly, "the only time I'm not lonely is when I have an insufferable tiny woman barging into my room and ripping my pants off."

That one made The Boss chuckle, genuinely, she even cracked a small grin even though it was obvious she didn't want to. Though she did feel a strange sort of guilt in knowing that Charlotte was lonely, honestly she had never stopped to actually think about it because she was too busy chasing her dreams. "But you liked it?"

Charlotte's eyes rolled and she pushed her hand teasingly at Sasha's back. "What do you think? You've got one hell of a mouth on you."

For whatever reason the girl ended up reaching behind her for the Queen's hand and then she tried to drag her in closer. Charlotte went willingly and only stopped when she was pressing into Sasha's back.

"I thought we weren't cuddling?"

"We're not," Sasha dragged the blonde's arms around her waist, "this is spooning."

"It's the same thing." Even though Charlotte never passed up a chance to argue with The Boss she found their new position to be quite relaxing and so nuzzled into the side of Sasha's neck, peppering her skin with slow kisses.

"Mm," the girl moaned sensually, "you really need to stop that."

"Why?" The Queen teased.

"Because I'm starting to like it." Sasha turned her head and kissed at the blonde's jawline softly. It was insane how quickly they had gone from arguing to chilling.

"Are you going to be here when I wake up in the morning?" Charlotte asked and let her arms curl around The Boss securely.

"Do you want me to be?"

"It wouldn't be the worst thing ever..."

Both women finally found each other with their lips and fell into an intoxicating kiss, and for the first time of the night Sasha thought that maybe being here with Charlotte was a fair tradeoff for adding yet another loss to her career tonight. Just maybe.