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?”

[HotWheels]

Alicia almost - almost - wanted to throw the napkin back in Dizzy's face for daring to acknowledge she needed one.

But... she didn't. This wasn't the time for that. Not the time to slam walls back up that she'd just worked for days, weeks, to let down even a little after so many fucking years of keeping them reinforced. So instead she just used it. Wiped off the excess water pouring out of her whole face - fuck, let there not be any cameras around anywhere - and tossed it back on the table. She refused to sit there and do the dramatic dabbing that someone like Gabby would have done, all delicate and performative. That wasn't her style.

Fortunately, most people had decided to look away by now. She remembered - belatedly, but still - that most people weren't like LAW crowds who got their kicks out of watching people kiss and make spectacles of themselves. Normal people with good sense looked away when things got physical and intimate. Good. Let them be uncomfortable with what they'd witnessed. That at least made Alicia feel a bit more like the Siren in this situation.

Because all things considered... this was going well. And she was actually, maybe, seeing something happen that she didn't have to basically kill herself working for. Something that was just... happening. Because someone wanted to give it to her.

Composure coming back, she listened. And Alicia wouldn't believe most people saying that shit. She'd heard variations of it before, usually from people who wanted something from her or thought they could fix her or saw her as some kind of project. It always rang hollow. But she believed Dizzy.

Maybe because of the way she'd owned her flaws while saying it. The goof, the flake, the horndog - none of that was news to Alicia, and none of it bothered her. She wouldn't be sitting here saying and doing this if it did. That was part of Dizzy's charm, actually. An honesty of self that Alicia found attractive when she didn't find most things attractive.

The not lying or keeping secrets or stopping trying - that was the shit that mattered. That was what made the difference between someone who just wanted to fuck around and someone who might actually stick. Alicia's fingers tightened slightly around Dizzy's hand. Her thumb traced over the smaller woman's knuckles absently as she processed.

"Yeah," she said finally, voice still a bit rough but steadier. "I know."

She paused, looking down at their joined hands for a moment before forcing herself to meet Dizzy's eyes again. This was the hard part. The part where she had to be honest back.

"But you gotta know..." She gestured vaguely at herself with her free hand, indicating the whole mess of who she was. "I look like I got my shit together, right?"

A short, frustrated grunt before she could speak again. "I don't. Not even close "So you're not gettin' this woman you put on a pedestal with the headband an' all that nice shit you said. You're gettin'... all my crap."

She took a breath, steadying herself. "That's why I normally don't... do this." Her free hand waved between them, encompassing whatever "this" was. "'Cause I keep my shit close to the chest. I don't bother people with it because it makes me feel like a... " She grew much, much quieter, and she was basically already mumbling. "...like a... fucking... like a failure."

God she hated saying that aloud so much her biceps visibly bulged beneath the sweater. But she was doing it anyway, and she couldn't take it back. Her eyes searched the Italian's face, looking for... what? Doubt? Second thoughts? Regret?

"So... is that cool?" The question came out more demanding than she meant it to. Like she genuinely needed to know if Dizzy was signing up for the real version of her, not just the highlight reel.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy hated romance movies. One more thing she and her mother didn’t have in common.

Her mother was an unapologetic sucker for them, but she’d frankly never seen the appeal. She’d oftentimes find herself getting dragged to them when she was younger, whenever they chanced to be in a country near a theatre that was playing one, and it was such a slog every time. The silly little contrivances, the build-up, the bad humor, the awkward situations, all leading up to a conclusion you could see coming from miles off. Sappy bullshit, not her style.

Or so she thought. Now - sitting here with Alicia, enjoying this moment, feeling this connection - she sort of got it.

Seeing Alicia like this, so vulnerable and open, felt special. Human, in a way, she hadn't really had with anyone else before. Despite the Latina being so much bigger than her, it felt like they were on equal levels. Maybe even slanted her way, since she was the one initiating things.

Dizzy held Alicia’s hand as she spoke, idly stroking her with a lazy thumb, just enjoying the sensation of the woman’s skin against her own. Of all the heated things they could be doing, just the simple act of holding her hand felt the most impactful. It was so warm, so strong, yet there was a vulnerability to it, as well. Dizzy could feel Alicia’s excitement through, but also her fear. This had to the potential to be a turning point, in both of their lives. They could feel it.

Don’t fuck this up, Dizzy.

She kept her eyes locked with Alicia as the woman spoke again, laying out her side of the equation. This was something she was going to have to get better at, too - not just hearing what she said, but listening. Processing, putting herself in her partner’s mind. She was already asking a lot out of her by opening up like this, and she didn’t want to ever take it for granted.

So she let Alicia say her piece. She let her get it out. She stayed quiet, kept still, and nodded along she laid herself out and told Dizzy what she was getting in this relationship, the person she was truly hitching herself with. It was heartfelt and sincere, but there was also a hard warning, there. She wanted to be sure they both knew what they were signing up for.

A deep breath. A nod. Dizzy was ready to respond.

She moved in closer, keeping Alicia’s hand in hers, but pulling that big, strong arm over her shoulders as she snuggled against her. The sweater was comfortable, almost felt like she could melt into it, and she fit in well with the bigger woman. Like two pieces of a puzzle.

”When I first met you, when I first saw you, when I was strutting down the ramp in front of my mom, I thought you were the sexiest person I’d ever seen. I still think that, let’s be clear, but…” She reached up and pressed a hand to Alicia’s chest - not her breasts, but the soft space above them, right above her beating heart. She wanted to feel it drumming in there. Feel that power.

”But I didn’t get you to train with me because you were hot. I didn’t invite you for dinner because you’re a great wrestler. I look up to you at your best, sure, but what keeps me coming back is…” She fidgeted with the material between her fingers, sucked in another breath, and continued.

”This. Getting to know you better. Every time you open up and let me inside a little, I want to go deeper. I want to know more about you. I want to be a part of it.” She patted the woman’s chest and smiled up at her, the same smile she brought out when she ran into Alicia’s arms and hugged her the first time they had a private moment together. ”So yeah, I want ‘all your crap’. I’m not here for the Hollywood Siren. I want Alicia Soto. Flaws and all.”

Dizzy was about to ease into Alicia and simply enjoy her warmth, but she stopped herself at the last second and locked eyes with the woman again, holding her gaze. ”Quick thing, though - this stuff about you feeling like a failure? I won’t have that. You are awesome in so many ways, and I’m never going to pretend any different.” She poked her chest, a little playful, but there was a serious undercurrent running through it. ”You are worth so much, and I’m going to make sure you know that. Every day.”

[HotWheels]

Some part of Alicia knew why she kept her own problems so close to the chest. She had a big chest. She could fuckin' deal with them.

Her mom and her sister had basically never heard one ounce of complaint from her about anything that really mattered. Sure, they'd all vented about small shit -work annoyances, traffic, whatever - but the real problems? The fears, the stress, the weight of responsibility? Alicia had kept all that locked down tight. She and her mom had gotten into a few shouting matches during her worst years. But those had been because Alicia had been doing something genuinely fucking stupid and hadn't wanted to admit it. Those fights had been justified. And they'd never led to more than a few days of tension before things settled back to normal.

They'd all needed to lean on each other back then. But Alicia hadn't wanted to add to the weight her mom was already carrying, and Gabby was always just too young to deal with it. So she'd just... dealt with it. Alone. So of course, that was why she stayed so fucking wound up. The escapes had been good for her in a way. Outlets for all that pressure she kept bottled up. But coming to Japan, she'd had none of that. No familiar faces to blow off steam with. No comfortable places to disappear into when shit got too heavy.

Until Dizzy. Who didn't heap new bullshit on her. Who didn't seem to care about the weight Alicia carried. Who wanted to throw herself into the fire, apparently, and help carry some of it. It was fucking crazy.

Alicia had caught onto that before Dizzy even finished explaining all of it. Even with her having demanded an answer, having pushed for clarity on what this would actually mean. As Dizzy spoke, getting real cozy all the while, Alicia didn't get more emotional. She calmed down.The tightness in her chest eased. The wetness threatening to spill over again retreated. Her breathing steadied. Because who couldn't find peace in this? It felt like... a small recalibration of what was possible.

"Fuck it," Alicia said out loud, the words coming out quieter than usual but firm. Decided. She shifted slightly, just enough to look down at the smaller woman properly. "We should have fuckin' dinner," she said, a hint of her usual edge creeping back into her voice. "Like two sane people who didn't just have a whole-ass emotional breakdown in a corner booth."

She glanced around the restaurant - most people had gone back to their own business by now, thankfully - before looking back at Dizzy.

"And... then, what's the rest of the plan for tonight? 'Cause I'm just about up for anything at this point."

The small spark in her eye said - yes, that too. And it was better if she didn't waste time thinking about it.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy had only been in a real relationship for, at most, two minutes, and she was already loving it. Alicia’s were hardly the first arms she’d cuddled under - in fact, this was a pretty common position for her to find herself in with older, larger women. But most of those times, there was some lewd, lustful undercurrent. She’d be sitting next to her flame for the evening, and they would get her real close, and they would be feeling each other up. Whispers, promises for the night, groping and grasping fingers, that sort of thing.

But this was different. Yeah, it felt good to rub against Alicia like this, but it also felt warm. Safe. Comfortable. More of that security that she’d felt before, when the Latina stood between her and the biker. She couldn't remember the last time she’d felt this secure and protected.

”God, I love this sweater.” Dizzy nuzzled against Alicia’s chest, letting the material consume half of her face. Probably could’ve sunk in further, if she tried.

It was almost enough to make her forget her growling stomach and why they’d come here in the first place, but Alicia’s words brought her back. They did have a lot more to talk about, and there was no point in doing so on an empty stomach. Food was good

As was what Alicia was also implying for their plans tonight. Dizzy caught that spark. For a moment - longer than she had ever spent with such a suggestion - she looked up at the bigger woman and chewed her lip, mulling the possibilities.

”After this, I think we go home. My place or your place...probably yours, because…” Dizzy waved her hand about and let that sentence finish itself. From the sound of things, he mother wasn’t going to be the least bit surprised by the news, but she wanted to let her know it was official when they had some time alone. That would be part of a bigger discussion between the two of them, one she didn’t want to think too much about at the moment. ”And we watch movies. Talk a little more. Chill.”

Dizzy cast her eyes up Alicia’s way, as she brought her hand around to idly rub against the woman’s stomach, pressing just hard enough to feel the muscle underneath. God, she was so strong. ”And that’s not, like, a euphemism for anything, I mean ‘chill’. Just be close with each other. I want to do that with you. I’ve dreamed about it so much, you don’t even know.” Dizzy had a long, deep sigh, dreamy and content, as so many images flashed through her mind.

”But I want to give you something special. Something I haven’t given anyone else. I want our first time to be, just…perfect. And I don’t know what that means yet, not exactly, but I’ll know it when I see it, and when it happens? It will be the most amazing night of your life.”

Dizzy brought her voice low and looked up at Alicia with the same eager, hungry eyes she’d donned the first time they met. There was no shortage of wanting, here, but for once, it was being held back by another desire - one that wanted to give Alicia something better than any of the countless hookups she’d had before. ”I can't give you my first, but I can give you my best.”