Paige was aware she should be happy. She was the first ever NXT women's champion, cementing her place in the organisation and earning the respect of her peers. She also had something which made her more happy than she could have ever imagined, namely a girlfriend. And yet the same reasons she should be happy were currently making her miserable. After all, she had just finished roping together two single beds because WWE Management didn't care what their divas did behind closed doors, but God forbid anyone should learn that Paige and Emma was so much more than reluctant tag team partners. The same went for many of the divas, but while those sluts were just having casual sex Emma and Paige were in a committed relationship, yet they couldn't get a room with a nice big double bed.
It was different when they were still both full-time members of the NXT roster, but now if Paige wanted to fuck her girlfriend she had to go through this bull-shit, which was sadly foreshadowing her future. If she even made it to the main roster. Because people might be smiling at her now and telling her soon, real soon, but there were no guarantees in life and Paige knew how easy it would be to say the wrong thing in an interview or just to someone backstage and end up fired or stuck in development forever. The latter of which would have been fine by Paige a few months ago, but not now Emma was on the main roster.
Taking a deep sigh Paige sat on the bed of the tiny hotel room and started looking through the pictures on her phone of herself and Emma like a lovesick teenager. It was amazing how many pictures she had of this girl she had until recently insisted she didn't like, but Paige just couldn't stop. Emma was her complete opposite in just about every way, but somehow they just worked. The differences ended up either changing each other for the better or simply complimenting the other. Like Paige's dark humour was rubbing off on Emma, and Emma's energetic personality was rubbing off on Paige, while their mutual passions for wrestling and lesbian sex was things they were constantly sharing.
Paige had been fucking other girls for years, but there was just something about Emma which made every time special. Ok, so part of it was obviously Paige's feelings for the beautiful blonde, however Paige had never met a girl quite so enthusiastic to be with specifically her, and that was almost painfully addictive. Or more accurately was painful when Paige wasn't getting her fix, the brunette honestly feeling like a junkie right now as she was itching for a fix of her girl.
Just then Emma opened the door and hollered, "Honey, I'm home."
Still in a bad mood Paige didn't look up from her phone, "I can see that."
Emma pouted and, after making sure the doors were securely locked behind her, asked, "What, don't I get a hello kiss?"
Paige sighed, put her phone down and then crossed her arms, "I hear you're going to Wrestlemania."
This time it was Emma's turn to sigh, the blonde rolling her eyes before throwing her things down and grumbling, "Yeah, in a match featuring the entire divas roster. Meaning it will be a huge cluster-fuck no one will remember or care about. I don't want to win the diva's title like that. Not that my chances of winning aren't slim at best."
"Hey!" Paige yelled softly, jumping off the bed and strolling over to Emma, "You could totally win."
"I don't know." Emma mumbled, looking down.
"Hey... HEY! Look at me!" Paige insisted, gently pulling Emma's chin up, "You're smart, and quick, and strong, and just all around awesome. If you have a chance to win the title, no matter how much the situation sucks you have to try."
"I know, but-" Emma started.
"No buts." Paige forcefully said before sighing, "I know I haven't been the most supportive girlfriend, it's just that I'm-"
"Jealous?" Emma offered, and then when Paige gave her a look added, "Well you are, aren't you?"
"Maybe..." Paige begrudgingly admitted, before pulling Emma close, "I just want both of us on the main roster, where we belong."