It was NXT's first PPV/special event, entitled Arrival, and Paige had just retained her NXT women's title in a huge win for her... and yet she wasn't in a celebrating mood. When she had originally won the belt which meant so much to her she had been on cloud nine, unable to think about anything but this crowning achievement which she had worked for since she was thirteen, but now she was sat in the NXT women's locker room staring at the door just waiting for it to open up and reveal who she was waiting for.
When the door opened to reveal the girl she had just defeated Paige immediately rushed over to her and without even waiting for the door to be closed almost frantically asked, "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?"
"I'm fine." Emma murmured softly in confusion, frowning slightly as she looked downwards, "Why? I thought you didn't care."
"I don't. I didn't. But... but maybe I should." Paige admitted, adding quickly as Emma looked up at her with bright, hopeful eyes, "Look, I'm not really into the whole touchy feely crap, it's one of the reasons I don't have any friends. That and friends always turn on each other in this business, and I never wanted to deal with all that shit. But, ever since we met you've been nothing but nice to me, and I haven't exactly returned the favour. So... this is me, returning the favour. Showing you I care. About you. Against my better judgement."
"Oh... thanks, I guess." Emma said, trying to move around the other WWE diva only for Paige to move so she was continuing to stand in her way.
"Are you sure?" Paige asked, and then when Emma gave her a look she mumbled, "What? Showing concern to anyone outside my family is new to me? Now answer the bloody question."
Emma smiled softly, "I already told you, I'm fine. I'd hoped I would have just proven to you I'm tougher than I look."
There was a long silence and then looking down Paige mumbled, "You have."
"What?" Emma brightened as she closed the locker room door.
"You heard me." Paige grumbled, crossing her arms and looking the other girl in the face again, "You have. You just did. Happy? You're... you're not what I thought you were, ok? You proved me wrong and I respect you for it. You're not some wannabe, you're a good wrestler. Great, actually."
There was another long silence as Emma just savoured the words she had been waiting to hear for months, then with a beaming smile on her face, "Sooooooo... does that mean you'll go out with me?"
"Emma!" Paige sighed, "I-"
"Didn't come here looking for a girlfriend, I know, I know." Emma interrupted quickly, her usual chipper attitude fading fast, "And I know I annoy you, and I know 'I'm not your type', and I know-"
This time it was Paige who interrupted Emma, the NXT women's champion letting out a half cry, half growl of frustration and then grabbing hold of her challenger's face and pulling it towards her while diving forward, crashing their lips together easily as hard as they had just been hitting each other. Well, it felt like it at least, Paige taking all her frustrations with Emma out on her during this kiss, first with just her lips and then with her tongue which she practically choked the other girl with.
At first Emma was understandably shocked, but she did eventually respond, Paige grinning into the kiss as she felt the other NXT diva's hand sliding over her hips to around her back so the blonde could pull the brunette's body closer while deepening the kiss. Paige grinned again when Emma's tongue started really putting up a fight, but just like when they were wrestling each other it was close but there was never a doubt in the dark haired girl's mind who would come out on top. And that didn't just go for kissing and wrestling, Paige thought with a smile as she continued dominating the blonde with her tongue.
Several minutes later Paige broke the kiss and pulled back about a centimetre before mumbling, "I may have lied about that whole 'you not being my type' thing."
Emma smiled goofily, and then her face fell, "But you do find me annoying?"
"A bit. Not as much as I'd like." Paige admitted as she pulled her head back slightly further, "Honestly I just thought you weren't worth my time."
Emma nodded sadly before looking hopeful, "And now?"
"And now..." Paige grinned wickedly, reaching up to play with Emma's pretty blonde hair, "I've seen you fuck Alicia's tight black arse, and you just took me to my limit... sooooooo..."
While Emma knew that Paige was mocking her with that last word she was too excited to care, "Soooooo?"
"So I may not be looking for a girlfriend, but kicking your arse made me horny, and since I just made you my bitch I'd be happy to treat you like one." Paige said, tightening her grip on Emma's hair, "You do know that's how it works around here, right? I beat you, I get to use you however I want?"
Technically that secret rule was only enforceable if there had been an agreement beforehand, and even then it wasn't always cut and dry, but in this case Emma just beamed happily, "Yes! Yes, I totally know that, and I'd really, really be down for it."
"Good." Paige grinned wickedly, moving forward slightly like she was going to kiss Emma again only to roughly shoved the blonde down to her knees, "You can start by eating my pussy. As you can tell I'm gagging for it, so none of that namby-pamby cunt licking shit. I want your fucking tongue in my cunt right fucking now!"
Paige knew that it was impossible for Emma to do that literally considering they were both still fully clothed. Well, in their extremely skimpy wrestling attire, but they could be covered in fur coats considering how sweaty they both were and how heavy and constricting the clothing seemed to be. Which Paige knew was just a result of her being incredibly horny thanks to stupid little Emma, the annoying blonde being so cute, and hot, and sexy, and so very up for it, Paige taking out months of frustration again this time by grinding Emma's face into her cunt.
If this was some kind of punishment it was totally failing, thought Emma, because she had totally wanted this for so very long. Emma had wanted Paige from the moment she first saw her, and while she had dreamed of sliding her tongue all over that incredibly pale/tight body she was a wrestler and that meant a match worked just fine as foreplay. In fact sometimes she preferred it, because there was nothing like a wrestling match to get the blood pumping and for her bubbly personality Emma really enjoyed just how twisted it was to go from fighting to fucking.
The transition seemed the quickest ever, but considering all she could smell now was Paige's wet pussy through those tiny spandex trunks, which look like they had been painted on, Emma wasn't about to complain. In fact she eagerly rubbed her face into Paige's crotch so she could give the other girl pleasure in some small way, Emma being very quickly rewarded for this in the form of those pants and the panties underneath being pushed down so the blonde could get at the sweet looking cunt she had been dreaming about for months.
Not giving Emma the chance to savour the moment Paige, who had initially shoved her away slightly so the clothing could be removed, shoved the Australian back in between her legs. Of course Emma was only too happy to start eagerly lapping away at the English girl's cunt, moaning happily as the sweet flavour of girl cream hit her taste buds. Even though she then paused the pussy licking for a second during that moan Emma could tell just from the way Paige gripped her hair she was displeased, the blonde trying to make it up to the brunette by concentrating on her clit.