Paying Your Bar Tab

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Storm gave a softly contented sigh as Jack wrapped an arm around her. It felt good. The journey from being violent opponents last night to… whatever this was, had been odd, and exhausting, but enjoyable. They were both happy to let the moment breathe. There was a lot to distill.

The brunette felt a tingle as Jack nuzzled the side of her face and purred into her ear. For a fleeting moment, Storm could see why this woman would make an excellent dominatrix; though softly-spoken, her “tell me what you’re thinking” felt more like an order than a suggestion, and coupled with the embrace, made it one that the oft-reticent Storm had no doubts about complying with.

“Firstly, I’m thinking you have nice arms,” Storm started light-heartedly, allowing herself a little warm-up before they broached more serious subjects. “And not just in a ‘nice guns’ way, more like you give good hugs.” Storm cuddled into the larger girl whilst staring ahead, gently caressing Jack’s bicep.

“But mainly I’m thinking, like, we should do this more often? Hang out, grab food, go for a drink, ideally without destroying another bar in the process,” she smiled, playfully nudging her temple against Jack’s forehead. “Though my liver might need a little break before hitting the booze again.”

“And also, if you were serious about wanting workout tips, we could train together one afternoon, or spar a little bit? Though again, I might need a medical check up before hitting the ring - my spine still doesn’t feel quite right after all that ‘repeatedly slamming me into a hardwood floor’ you did.”

Storm smiled and turned her face, pressing her lips into Jack’s own, a conciliatory kiss to show there were no hard feelings, despite the physical bruises left behind.

“It’s okay,” she purred as she pulled away. “It’s fun when we can be total bitches together. I enjoy it.” She gazed into Jack’s eyes a little longer. For an outwardly simple woman, the goth had myriad hidden depths. For all their chemistry, Storm wasn’t totally sure what Jack wanted from this; she could only hope the black-haired beauty felt something similar.

“I mean, you’re going to leave me your phone number, right?” Storm added, her fingers idly running down Jack’s forearm, and tapping uncertainly on the metal cuff still sitting around her wrist.

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Taking things slow was new for Jack, but she had to say, so far, she wasn’t hating it. Something about having this woman in her arms like this, feeling so vulnerable, was oddly comforting. In the back of her head, she knew that wasn’t really the case, and that the woman she was cuddling was more than capable of kicking her ass and had, in fact, proven that beyond a shadow of a doubt less than half a day ago. But right now, Storm was opening up to her, telling her things she never told anyone else and bringing Jack into her valued privacy

That meant something. That meant a lot. If there was one thing Jack understood, it was surrendering such things, trusting someone with knowledge they could never take back. She might not know relationships, but power exchange was definitely in her wheelhouse.

She watched as Storm made suggestions, little plans, throwing out things they could do. Friendly stuff. Relationship stuff. It was clear what they were dancing around, and she was glad they were getting to the crux of it. Subtlety was never her strong suit.

She closed her eyes as their lips met again, a sensation she was getting more and more accustomed to. Though it was far from their first kiss in recent memory, and far from the hottest, it was sweeter than all the rest.

Her lips were still moving as they parted, her body craving more contact with the woman, savoring every second of it. She was still licking her lips when the final question was posed, making sure she didn’t miss a single drop of Storm’s taste.

”I'd planned on it, yeah. And I like that. All of that. Seeing you would just be…” She breathed deep as she sought the words. ”Good. I think you and me fit well.”

Her eyes narrowed as she titled her head down, getting ready for the harder part. ”I’ll be upfront, though. This? Whatever this is? It’s new for me. I’ve never been the type for long-term shit. Really, this might already be the longest time I’ve spent with someone after a good fuck. And you know what I do, and you know what sort of matches I get up to, but I gotta ask all the same - is that all cool with you? You know what you’re signing up for?”

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Storm’s lips tingled from the kiss, and she was pleased to see it left Jack wanting more. She was even happier to hear the Irishwoman say they were a good fit, and gave a breathy, excited exhale, hugging the other girl tightly.

Almost immediately, there was a ‘but’.

Jack had doubts. About her history, her lifestyle. Storm swallowed and nodded. It wasn’t as bad as she’d feared; it showed the other woman was taking this seriously. Storm was no stranger to self-sabotage, and the apprehension in Jack’s voice was a familiar tone.

She really, really didn’t want to fuck this up. Storm ran her tongue across her teeth as she she tried to articulate her thoughts, and gave Jack’s hand an affectionate squeeze.

“I’ve not really had many long term girlfriends either,” she began. “My dating history is a fucking mess, so we can be clueless about all that shit together,” she smiled.

“And what are you worried about with the other stuff? You do rough matches, I’m going to be picking glass out of your tits every week? Or you mean the domination stuff? I mean, I don’t a hundred percent know what you get up to, not honestly, but…” Storm sighed, trying to be reassuring but struggling with her words.

“We’re both professional wrestlers, right? Pretty fucking tough ones, at that. We beat people up for a living. And take the occasional beating ourselves. It’s the gig, it’s weird, it’s unpredictable. I’m no stranger to the rough stuff, I’ve not even been here that long and I’ve both won and lost some pretty heated POW matches.”

She chewed her lip as she tried to wrangle this into something resembling a point. “So, no, I guess I don’t know what I’m signing up for. And nor do you. I don’t think anyone does really.” Storm reached down and gave Jack’s thigh a squeeze. “I like that you’re asking for consent though,” she added impishly. “I’ll be sure to use the safe word if things get too heavy.”

She gave Jack another cuddle and an affectionate kiss on the cheek. “Maybe I should sit in on one of your domme sessions like you said, give me better idea of what you get up to.”

Storm cradled the goth’s chin and tilted her face toward hers. “Whatever, we’ll make it work, okay?” she purred softly, leaning in to lock lips again, to give Jack more of the taste she’d been craving. Tiring of expressing her feelings with words, she wanted to do it with her tongue instead, in a prolonged and passionate kiss.

She was pretty sure that the exasperated waitress set their food down on the table at this point, but Storm was too engrossed with her partner’s embrace to take notice.