Que Sera, Sera

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was keenly aware that they were attracting attention, but then, they attracted attention wherever they went. Besides them both being TV stars - in a way - they were an Italian and a nearly six-foot-tall Hispanic in the middle of Tokyo. With Alicia being the sexiest thing in any and every room she walked into, it was just natural for them to draw eyes. They couldn't have been less subtle if they had a spotlight on them.

But Dizzy was a hentai wrestler. Even before that, she was no stranger to overt, public displays of affection. She barely cared about her own mother’s opinions about her lovelife, she wasn’t about to make much hey over the thoughts of strangers. Not now. Not here. Not when her lips were pressed against those of the most amazing woman she’d ever met.

Dizzy had dreamed about this kiss, more or less, since the first time they’d met. She likely would’ve tried it in their match if she hadn't been trying so hard to stay incognito. After that, she had spent more than a few nights tossing and turning and reliving their first encounter, thinking about what she would do if they’d had somewhere a little more private, if the match had been more intimate. It wasn’t a rare thing, for her to imagine herself in heated moments like that, but with Alicia they always felt…warmer? Cleaner? It felt less like some lusty midnight fantasy and more like something that could be reality. That should be.

And here they were. Living it.

Dizzy could’ve kissed Alicia all night long - or, at least, until they kicked them out of the bar for just making out and not ordering food. But they both needed air, and as tender of a moment as this was, she didn’t want to overload her girlfriend.

Girlfriend. Girlfriend. God, that was such a weird thing to even think. The mere thought was enough to bring out the goosebumps. Years of flings and one-nighters, of unreturned calls and breakups with girls that she was never actually with in the first place, and now she was trying to be something different. Something dependable.

Heh. Her mother finally got what she wanted.

Dizzy sat back and breathed full breaths again, while she took a moment to dab her eyes clear with a napkin and handed one to Alicia so she could do the same. Her partner’s question drew her attention with a curious eye - the way she spoke, it kind of sounded like this was new territory for her, too. It only just now occurred to her that Alicia might not have had a girlfriend before, either. Yeah, Gabby said she didn’t know of anyone close to her like that, but Dizzy had assumed there must’ve been someone, just someone she wasn’t aware. The idea that someone this beautiful, this fun, this sexy, this amazing could go her life without having some kind of relationship…

”I…” She was about to say something flippant, but she reigned it in. This was important. This required Serious Dizzy. As serious as she was physically capable of being. She sat the headband on the table, then reached out and took Alicia’s hand, cupping it between hers for comfort. For both of them.

”Now, I think, we talk. And eat. And talk.” She nodded and brought her gaze up to meet Alicia’s, locking eyes with her and trying not to bring out that dopey smile. She succeeded. Mostly. ”I think we play it by ear. We’re both new at this, there’s no guidebook. So we just do what feels right. For both of us.”

Yeah. Yeah, that sounded good. There was one more thing she needed to add on, though, and she leaned forward and put on her most stoic, steely face, despite her face not being made for it. ”I want to promise you this - I’ll be honest with you. 100%. I know I’m not a perfect person - I’m a goof, I’m a flake, I’m a horndog. I am going to mess up stuff, and we’ll probably have arguments, and I might tick you off more than either of us would like. But I’ll never lie to you, and I won’t keep any secrets, and I’ll always try my best to make you as happy as you make me. If you’re ever uncomfortable with anything, anything, just let me know, and I’ll do my best to make it better. Fair?”