Holidays, holidays, HOLIDAYS!!!
Ben: Emma what on earth are you doing?
Opening up we find the loveable Ben Jordan walking into the study room that he shares with his best friend and love of his life Emma Rose. Emma doesn’t even look up to greet him as she is too busy flipping the pages of a rather large book. Her bottom lip is tucked in between her teeth as she reads on, unsure of what to decide.
Emma: Well you said I was allowed to pick our next holiday destination, so here I am with an atlas.
A playful smile crosses Ben’s face as he takes a few steps towards Emma, who is leaning up against the wall that is filled with books. Needless to say, one of these two was an avid book reader, the other not so much... but I’ll leave you to figure that out.
Ben: Are you seriously that stumped on a place to go?
Taking his final step as he approached her Emma moved the book out of his reach as Ben playfully went to disrupt her. She had no doubt in her mind that he would try his hardest to flick through the pages. After all he was the loveable Cockney King, who has the tendency of getting bored.
Emma: Well it is our first holiday together; I want to make sure it’s perfect.
Finally looking up at Ben she rolls her playful pink tongue across the middle of her bottom lip, loosening them up. Her greens eyes couldn’t help but to fall in place with his as she watched him scan her body looking her up and down in her pretty short green lace dress.
Ben: We just got back from New Zealand, like not that long ago?
Reaching out Ben’s right index finger traced the outline of the thin spaghetti strap that held her dress to her body. Turning her attention to his finger she playfully sighed.
Emma: Going to New Zealand isn’t a holiday Ben... that’s going back home, it’s the same for London.
Taking her soft and slender hand up she rested it on top of his that was now cupping her shoulder, looking up into his innocent eyes she couldn’t help but smile. Regardless of what you may think of Ben and Emma there is truly a softer more connected side to the two, then just sex, sex and sex.
Ben: Right, sorry I didn’t know there was a difference.
Moving his hand over to the side of her neck, Ben brought his free left hand up in front of his Kiwi and grabbed onto the spine of the book that was still in her hand.
Emma: Well there is.
As Emma tried to pull the book away from him, Ben increased his grip on it pulling it away from her before tossing it down to the table beside them.
Ben: Clearly.
Looking down at her mistreated book Emma returned her gaze back up to her Cockney King, but her innocent and pure face was filled with a slight hint of anger. Ben knew that he would cop a grilling for that so he quickly spoke up again taking her attention away from it.
Ben: Well have you picked somewhere?
Instantly forgetting about her book Emma smiled up at Ben with that smile that he knew all too well, she was up to something. Standing up on her tippy toes she moved a step towards him, her short green dress swaying pass her bare legs.
Emma: Well what about Greece?
Without even saying a word Ben felt uncomfortable, he quickly ripped his hands off her skin and shook his head from side to side.
Ben: NO! No way.
His head continued to shake from side to side evidently he was making his point very obvious.
Emma: What why not?
Pouting up at him Emma tried her best to make him change his mind but Ben was adamant on the answer being no. Reaching out towards him Emma wrapped her arms around his waist pulling him in towards her. His well defined hips now pushed into her body as her eyes trailed up his shirtless body.
Ben: I’ve seen your five year plan and you want to get married there and I’m not ready to die.
His hands came up in front of him his palms facing out towards her pleading innocence. Emma screwed her nose up at Ben not really following his train of thought.
Emma: What that doesn’t even make any sense why would you die?
It was Emma’s turn to shake her head from side to side, in the process her long red hair dangled around her shoulders.
Ben: Because you can’t take a girl to her dream wedding place and not feel forced to ask a question, that you’re in no way ready for. Don’t want the ol’ ball and chain whacked round me ankle just yet.
Ben could feel Emma’s body tense up underneath him, she had made him feel uncomfortable and in return that made her feel the same way. He quickly reacted to her body language by placing his hands on either side of her face searching for any sort of hidden pain in her eyes.
Emma: Wow... I don’t want you to propose Ben, calm down.
Knocking his hands away from her face she shooed him away, taking a big sigh of relief Ben knew that she was being truthful. It’s just the thought of Greece to her was exciting, he knew that she had always wanted to go there as a child.
Ben: Good and while we’re at it, let’s give Cancun a swerve too....
Winking down at her he smiled, she couldn’t help but to smile back up at him. He knew her so well in fact too well, he knew that one day Emma wanted to get married in Greece but only after a jaw dropping proposal happened on the white sandy beaches of Mexico.
Emma: Oh Okay then.
Tapping her right index finger against his bare pectoral muscle Emma turned her attention back down to the atlas on the white table.
Emma: Well I give up...
Her arms flew up into the air mocking that she was defeated at holiday destinations. Walking around her Ben hugged into her back, letting his chin rest on her shoulder. Leaning in he pressed his warm lips against her cheek.
Ben: That’s fine, we can just stay here for two weeks then, stick the feet up, and watch the yappy thing run around a bit.
Looking to her left Emma’s eyes lit up as sitting beside their white laptop was a globe, just sitting there ready for the spinning. Turning to the side Emma looked at Ben with a cheeky smile on her face.
Emma: Or I could spin the globe and we end up where it lands?
Ben didn’t have to say anything a solid nod was enough for Emma to reach over and spin the globe gently. Keeping her right index finger pointed Emma waited for their holiday destination to land underneath it. Holding her tightly Ben watched as the globe spun around and around before finally getting a little excited as it slowed up to a stop. Both of them looked down at the globe and a slight look of disappointment crossed Ben’s face, while Emma seemed to be quiet happy. The place was Egypt, but Ben knew that place was coming up on Sin City Wrestling Tour that would be happening in a few weeks. Swiftly the Cockney King sprung into action as he gently pushed Emma into the table causing the globe to spin around some more finally coming to a stop on the Maldives. Squeezing Emma with silent excitement Ben felt Emma spin in his arms so she could look up at him with a playful look in her eyes.
Emma: You clearly bumped the table on purpose.
His lip curled up towards the side, but Ben was still trying to claim he was innocent.
Ben: And why would I do a thing like that?
Sliding her bottom back Emma sat on the table, spreading her legs she allowed Ben’s body to fit comfortably between them before hooking them around his waist.
Emma: To see me in a bikini.
Flicking a long lock of her red hair away from her tanned shoulder, Emma watched on intently as Ben couldn’t help but watch her every move.
Ben: The thought never entered my mind.
Ben whistles innocently, trying to force his most convincing look across his face. While Emma increases the tension of her legs that are wrapped firmly around his waist pulling his warm body in towards hers.
Emma: Okay to see me in less than my bikini then?
Raising her eyebrow Ben’s mouth flew open in shock. These two had a way with innocently implying what they wanted right then and there.
Ben: Ok, that thought did enter my mind a couple of times.
Her lips came together in a pout as she flashed him a look that said “I knew it” Ben just shrugged his shoulders while looking down at her. His hands now rested on top of her shoulders.
Emma: Well what are you waiting for?
Flashing a questionable look Ben couldn’t tell if Emma was asking him to take her clothes off, or if she was telling him to get a wiggle on. Opting for option one Ben leant down and went to place his lips against hers, only to be stopped by her index finger that she held up to them.
Emma: I’ll book the tickets and try and get a flight out tonight, you go pack your fluoro mankini and flip flops and we’ll get this show on the road.
Pulling away with a massive smile on his face Ben let go of Emma and freed himself from the grip she had around his waist.
Ben: Must be my birthday!
As he goes to walk out of the room he makes it halfway before something clicks in his mind. Ben turns around, but stops in his tracks, turning just his head towards Emma.
Ben: Hold on a minute, how do you know about the mankini? Thought I left that bad boy at the back of the drawer.
Emma clicked her tongue off her white teeth and smiled, before finding her IPhone that was sitting on the desk beside her.
Emma: And who do you think does your laundry, the magical fairies of the cleaning world?
Scratching the top of his head Ben faked a laugh.
Ben: Yep, thought the underpants gnomes from South Park turns up randomly and washes me Family Guy and Road Runner pants… meep meep.
Trying not to laugh at him Emma grabbed hold of a stress ball that was sitting by the laptop and threw it in Ben’s general direction.
Emma: Just go pack your bags, before this underpants gnome puts pepper in your next batch of tightie whities.
Ben’s face changes to a grimace.
Ben: That’s just mean Gnomey!
Emma plays with her phone scrolling through the contact list looking for her travel agents number. Looking up at him from over the screen she could tell that he hadn’t moved a single inch.
Emma: I prefer headlights… now get moving or no beach snuggles for you.
Ben salutes quickly and starts to make his way towards the door once more.
Ben: Aye aye Captain headlights.
Emma waits until Ben’s out of the room before calling him back, her face lights up as she hears him sigh from the hallway before he comes back into the room with a smile plastered on his face.
Emma: Benny B Bear, did you forget something?
Her tone was innocent yet teasing as she gazed up at him across the room. Placing her phone down by her side Emma walks up towards Ben, placing her index finger on his chest. Her manicured nail digging into his skin ever so gently as he looks down at her holding back his urge to just pick her up and have his way, he decides to plays along.
Ben: Acted cockney…. check…. mentioned my collection of cartoon pants…. check…. made a tit joke…. check.
Ben moves towards Emma, flashing his cheeky smile as he puts his hands on her hips. Emma brushes her left hand through her hair, letting it fall down her back keeping it away from the top half of her breasts. Feeling his eyes travel down to the top of her chest Emma arches her back, so she pushes herself into him. Doing her best at making his imagination run wild
Ben: Gee, what can I be forgetting?
As Ben pounders his acting is almost buyable, he watches Emma suck her bottom lip into her mouth.
Emma: I think you know exactly what you’re forgetting.
Emma looks down at Ben’s chest as her hands find the front of his shorts, pulling on the hem she pulls him into her.
Ben: Oooooh.
Ben leans in, softly brushing his lips against Emma’s, his arms moving around the young redheads’ waist. He moves his body closer to Emma’s. Backing her up into the table behind her, she gasps as the back of her legs collides with the table as Ben deepens the kiss letting his tongue explore her mouth. Emma doesn’t waste any time in mirroring his kiss, her right leg coming up around his legs, pulling him closer to her. As Ben’s right hand moves up from her hips, Emma’s body shudders under the heavenly feeling of his hand sliding up her body towards her breasts. Giving her left breast a playful squeeze on the way past, he smiles during the kiss as a soft moan leaves her lips. Finally his right hand comes to rest on the side of her face, caressing her soft skin before the two gradually break the deep passionate kiss up with smaller more rapid pecks. As their lips finally part completely Ben looks down at the breathless Emma who returns his captivated gaze with one of her own. Letting her silky smooth leg run down the back of his legs and back down to the floor Emma clears her throat quietly.
Emma: Well... umm... that was close… but I forgot to say, last one packed has to carry the bags all holiday long.
Ben pokes out his lower lip, trying his best attempt at puppy dog eyes.
Ben: Spoilsport.
Ben keeps his eyes on Emma while she shoos him away, after another quick kiss on her lips he leaves her with a parting gift of a firm tap on her behind. Winking down at her Ben whispers “game on” and then runs out of the room to pack his bags. Leaving Emma Rose by herself to book the flight.
***
The Maldives baby, sun, surf, sex and sand.
Ben: Em slow down, I love you for you, you’re not a loser... you’re a bit loopy but not a loser.
Opening up in the beautiful jaw dropping Maldives, Emma Rose and Ben Jordan can be seen sitting outside their over the water villa. Ben’s decked out in a small pair of Marvin the Martian board shorts. The top half of his body is slightly glistening in the beaming down sun as he lies back into his white beach chair. Emma sits perfectly between his legs her body resting into the bare chest of Ben as he strokes her long red hair. The two longed as if they had been there for hours, completely and utterly compelled with relaxation.
Emma: Loopy who are you calling loopy?
A slight smile crosses Emma’s face but she makes sure her Kiwi accent has that certain twang in it, the one that got Ben on edge if he was about to get into trouble. Ben continued to play with her hair as he adjusted his cap, keeping the sun out of his eyes. Emma was proudly wearing one of the tiniest bikinis the world had ever seen. The green triangles that covered her delicate areas were held together by a shimmery gold strap, while her eyes were being protected by a pair of large black Tiffany and Co sunglasses.
Ben: Umm you?
Letting out a slight chuckle Ben’s free left hand came up to squeeze Emma’s shoulder, getting her attention before he softly massaged it.
Emma: That’s mean!
Screwing up her nose at him Emma let her words cry disappointment while Ben just continued to smile brightly his white teeth glowing in comparison to his lightly tanned skin.
Ben: No it’s the truth, I mean how many other girlfriends order a stripper for their boyfriends because they were concerned that their first time together wasn’t perfect and you just wanted me to have a good time?
His smile grew even wider as he felt Emma shift a little in her spot, her soft yet coconut oiled skin slid against his ever so gently.
Emma: I thought that’s what men wanted in a girl.
Smiling Emma couldn’t help but feel proud of what she has done for Ben. After all she was convinced after their first time that Ben hadn’t really enjoyed it because of his attention to detail over her intense worrying. A curse from making him wait for seventeen long years.
Ben: Well you’re wrong.
Her confident smile quickly faded as Ben stopped running his hand through her hair. His right hand then reached around in search of her chin; once he had made contact with her face he slowly guided her attention up to his face.
Emma: Oh....I thought you enjoyed Candice?
Another cheeky smile crossed Emma’s face but it was quickly knocked off by the shaking of Ben’s head.
Ben: I sent her home Emma.
Lifting her sunglasses away from her eyes, Emma looked up into Ben’s as he suddenly looked serious. Their relaxing afternoon had slowly turned into a full confessional.
Emma: That bitch, she took my money.
Trying to make light of the situation Emma nervously laughed as Ben switched his position in the chair. Pulling himself up it so he was in more of an upright position, his hands found Emma’s hips and he politely guided Emma around to face him.
Ben: You’re unbelievable you know that? How can someone be so insecure about a relationship to start off with but then still manages to order adult entertainment? Besides, getting a stripper is like ordering a three course meal and not being allowed to eat it. Bit of a waste darling.
Looking down her body Ben couldn’t help but to smile, as she now faced him looking on amused.
Emma: I thought I was doing the right thing... okay... geez give me a break.
As she laughed her breasts lightly jiggled against his chest, capturing his full attention. Looking over her shoulder, Emma quickly used her right hand to fix up the slight twist in her bikini bottoms but while she was doing so Ben’s hand came down and stopped her.
Ben: I appreciate the thought Em, not many would do it, but I don’t want to see anyone in their birthday suit but you okay? And occasionally me. Now let’s change the subject, were on holidays were meant to be relaxing.
Making sure he had her full attention he wanted her to know that he was being serious even underneath all the light hearted jokes. Sliding his hand across her backside Ben made adjusting her bikini bottoms look easy as Emma rested her chin on his chest.
Emma: I am relaxing.
Feeling his hands come up to the pat the back of her head she sighed, she loved this feeling. She loved the feeling of his flesh on hers, she loved the feeling of his eyes on her, and she loved the feeling of just being with him regardless of what they were doing. Letting out a satisfied sigh Emma let it all soak in.
Ben: No, you’re talking.
Emma didn’t know if she would take that as a joke or seriously but the cool smile on Ben’s face let her know he was joking.
Emma: Was I meant to leave my vocal cords at home?
Pulling herself away from his slightly Emma gave Ben a wonderful view of her cleavage as she started to trace her manicured nail around his belly button.
Ben: No, because how else would I get to listen to your sweet moans? Unless you know how to moan in sign language?
The right side of her mouth curled up into a playful smirk, letting his question stay unanswered for a while, she dipped her head down and pressed her lips against his flesh just above his belly button.
Emma: I could have brought a white board and some coloured markers.
Feeling his body vibrate underneath her from a chuckle Emma licked her lips as Ben’s right hand found the back of her head rubbing it.
Ben: Once again, you’re loopy, complete and utter crackers.
But something told Emma have her liked her being a little bit weird, just like he was.
Emma: So be it...
Shrugging her toned shoulders Emma continued to trace her index finger around Ben’s chest and stomach feeling his well defined muscles tighten underneath her touch.
Ben: Now let’s talk about this loser business?
A soft sigh left her lips as the playfulness left her eyes completely.
Emma: What would you like to know I know everything about being one?
Looking up towards him Emma smiled as Ben shook his head from side to side. He wasn’t happy that she felt this way about herself.
Ben: and why do you say that?
Being the perfect boyfriend that he is he probed her for answers, wanting to find out what had gotten her in this frame of mind.
Emma: Well think about it, when was the last time I as in myself won anything?
She raised a valid point but Ben wasn’t going to let her know that, that would be terrible boyfriend material.
Ben: So what it’s been a while, that doesn’t make you a loser.
His hands rested on top of her shoulders before rolling down her coconut oiled covered arms, grabbing her elbows Ben pulled her slowly and gently up his body so she was now forced to look dead straight into his eyes.
Emma: Well it definitely makes you a loser lover.
Bringing her legs up from a laying position, Emma now straddled herself across his lap as Ben brought his legs together, letting her arse sit comfortably on the top of his thighs.
Ben: Been a while since Millwall won anything, still love them as much as you. Besides, you’re gonna win before they do, and then you’re gonna go on and win title after title, while I play ring bitch. You will never be a loser in the eyes of anyone. How many other wrestlers from New Zealand do you know?
Tilting her head to the side Emma looked down at Ben with a shy smile on her face, he was trying to make her feel better about herself and if she was completely honest it was working. Well maybe just a little.
Emma: Not many if any…
Emma laughs to herself at the Scribe a New Zealand Hip Hop bands famous quote while Ben looks at her confused as to why she is cracking up. Her arms fall on top of his shoulders as Ben wraps his around her back, resting them just inches away from her behind.
Emma: It’s a Kiwi thing; you wouldn’t understand… but back on topic what about your career? Mmm you can’t play ring bitch for me every week you know?
Licking her lips she smiled down at him, getting lost in his words as he spoke.
Ben: Why can’t I? Saves getting my arse kicked week in, week out. I can play ring bitch… Look, you work for one of the faster growing companies in the world. This place was worth next to nothing a couple of years ago, and now, two tours a year, great show after great show and you work for a place like SCW. This makes you the furthest thing possible from a loser. It’s the place where everyone wants to work, and you’re here.
Sighing she knew deep down that he was right, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit it just yet. Even though she worked for Sin City Wrestling and she was damn proud of that fact she still felt defeated within herself.
Emma: Oh please, how often does Mr Triple Crown lose? Very rarely...I get that I’m blessed with the company that I work for and the fact that we get to work together every day but it’s just hard to find you feet. Especially when you think you’re taking a step forward but all you end up doing is tracking straight into quicksand…
Looking up at her a little shocked Ben squeezed his fingers into her flesh reassuring her that she was over reacting. Never in a million years did he think he would see her face so defeated and lacking of confidence.
Ben: How often does Mr Triple Crown here put himself forward? Did I wanna be in this Blast from The Past malarkey? Nope. Have I really gone out my way to be known since Jordan went to sort out issues? Nope. You are taking steps forward, every match, more experience, experience that helps in the future. Do you really think people like Misty won every match at the start of her career? Or even Mark Ward, Christian Underwood, Odette Ryder, Simon Jones, Giani Di Luca, Roxi Johnson, Nick Jones, Spike Staggs…
Ben took a deep breath before and looked as if he was about to continued but Emma cut him off by placing her right index finger over his moist lips. Staying true to his cheeky side Ben opened his lips and brought Emma’s finger into his mouth sucking on it before drawing his head back, his eyes staying locked on hers the entire time.
Emma: Okay, okay I get your point… but please pray to god that I don’t end up like Misty or Odette Ryder or Roxi… those girls are the best and that’s a lot of weight to have on your shoulders… I don’t know how the likes of Odette and Vixen do it week in and week out… how on earth do you keep the fans interested and get them to want to see you? I dunno Ben; sometimes I think I should have stayed a teacher.
Pulling her finger away from his mouth she rested her hand on the side of her neck, rubbing the tense knot that has built up there from this very conversation. One thing about Emma Rose is that she might look like a serious person but that’s only because Ben is there beside her most of the time acting childish. Deep down Emma was just as playful as he was and the thought of these types of conversations to her was off putting, she hated showing Ben this side of her. So fractured, so beaten down, so lifeless. In her mind she was meant to be the happy go lucky girl that she was with him throughout their time growing up together, she wasn’t meant to be the insecure mess that she was being now.
Ben: Personal stuff aside, you can’t knock what they’ve done in the ring, and I bet they never won their matches at first.
Running her hand down from her neck past her chest and down to his lap Emma tilted her head to the side a small smile bursting to life on her face.
Emma: I guess, so what you’re saying is get knocked down seven times, get back up eight?
Emma started to drum her fingernails across Ben’s skin the section just above the hem of his quick dry swim shorts. The feeling of her nails running against his stomach made Ben wiggle a little underneath her, who knew he was ticklish?
Ben: As many as it takes. When I was in ACW, Drake Green beat me, second loss of my career, and my first one on one loss. Thought that was it for me, gutted wasn’t even in it, but I got up and went on and became world champ. Use the loss to drive you on, worked for this fella.
As he flashes his confident smile, Emma can’t resist leaning down to rest her lips ever so lightly on to his. Feeling his hands run up her spine to pull her in closer to him Emma backs away slowly.
Emma: How did I get so lucky when I found you?
A truthful smile crosses her face as she rests her nose on top of his giving him delicate Eskimo kisses. Feeling his hands slide back down her spine to rest on her hips she gasps as he digs his fingers into her flesh.
Ben: What you call luck; I call randomness or a curse.
Screwing her nose up Emma didn’t know what he was implying but in true Kiwi style she didn’t hold back from asking.
Emma: Are you calling me a curse? You better not be calling me a curse…
Ben quickly shook his head to say no as he looked up into her clear green eyes, shocked that she would even think that he was referring to her.
Ben: Calling me a curse, I’m way too much cockney for some to handle.
Raising her right eyebrow Emma looked down at Ben with a smug look on her face.
Emma: Oh so now you’re implying that I can’t handle you?
Emma flashes Ben a cheeky smile, on that made her heart stop just to flutter on uncontrollably seconds later.
Ben: That is exactly what I’m implying. I’m just too lovely at times, it drives people mad.
Holding back a serious laugh Emma swallowed hard as the look on Ben’s face said that he was serious. Cocking his head to the side Ben wondered what Emma thought was so funny with that statement.
Emma: Lovely? We all know you’re the troublemaker between us.
Ben: Yeah right! I’m the super amazing, sweet cockney lad. You’re the naughty redhead here.
His hands slid down to her behind giving her firm arse a squeeze, proving that he was just as naughty.
Emma: I accidently make you pull the fire alarm once in high school and now I’m the naughty one?
A very happy look crossed Ben’s face as Emma adjusted her position once more; she now rested her hands on the top of the chair while leaning over Ben giving him the best viewing point of her natural voluptuous breasts.
Ben: Ah! So you admit it was you now?
Emma: Might as well, I can’t get suspended now can I?
Shrugging her shoulders Emma looks down at Ben with nothing but pure innocence in her eyes, her clear emeralds begging for him to play along.
Ben: See, I’m the good ‘un, so ner ner.
Poking his tongue out of his mouth Ben celebrated his victory as Emma ducked her head down towards his. Letting go of the chair she brought her hands back down to his chest, rubbing his oiled muscles.
Emma: Yes I admit I might have made you pull the trigger... but when it comes to being naughty; I wasn’t the one getting all handsy with the girl in the white shirt, now was I?
Ben fingers dug into Emma’s round behind once more, getting her to lift up just slightly so she was being supported by her knees. Bringing her hands down to either side of Ben’s body she held onto the sides of the chair before bringing her lips to his once more. Feeling him clench onto her behind once more she backed away from his face just slightly. The misty haze of excitement filling her green eyes.
Ben: My hands have a mind of their own. I don’t control ‘em!
Bringing her body back down to his to slide her chest up his, only the thinness from her bikini top separated her excitement from grinding against his flesh. Inching her face closer to his, she turned to whisper into his ear, her lips so close that they were brushing past his right ear lobe as she spoke.
Emma: Tsk, tsk you know what they say right? Dirty hands dirty mind… and yet you’re the “innocent” one… yeah right.
Her left hand travelled down his body stopping at the top of his shorts, before Ben could say anything or move the sound of Velcro separating pricked his ears. A coy smile lit up his face as his hands found the small of Emma’s back letting her do what she wanted trying to prove that he was “innocent”
Ben: I am, can’t you see the halo?
Ben points above his head, Emma looked up to the imaginary halo above his head and smiled. Returning her gaze back down to his eyes she licked her lips, as she felt his body slightly twitch beneath her. The sound of the Velcro from his shorts let out a cry once more as Ben tried to maintain his composure knowing that she wanted him to crack.
Emma: I think I can help you lose that…
Bringing her lips down to his, Ben this time leant up catching her between his starting a soft yet passionate kiss with his love. His hands strolled down to her behind once more as her left hand had disappeared between their bodies.
Ben: Promises, promises.
Speaking in between kisses Ben sounded a little clouded as his voice was short and staggered, while Emma just winked down at him. As Emma increased her power over him Ben ducked his head into her neck, hiding his vocals as he sucked on her neck, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Keeping his left hand on her lower back, Ben brought his right hand up to the opposite side of her neck, holding her there while guiding her. Breaking the hold that his lips had on her slender neck he smiled up at her noticing a well defined red circle throbbing from where he had just been.
Ben: What happened to us talking all serious about your career and all that jazz about you being a loser?
Once again his voice was soft and spread out as Emma just looked down at him licking her lips with a taunting smile lingering.
Emma: shhhh… I seem to be winning right now, don’t ruin it!
Ben: But…I…
Cutting him off from talking Emma kissed him, not playing around she went straight in with a passionate embrace. Her tongue playfully dancing with his inside his mouth, before coaching it out into hers. A slight grunt left Ben’s lips as Emma bit down on his lower lip, pulling it slightly out towards her she looked up into his eyes before slowly releasing it.
Emma: Shhhh let me adjust that halo of yours.
As if on cue Ben’s innocent act was cut short as both of his hands snapped up to cradle her breasts, pushing them together as he rubbed them. His thumbs pushed back her curtain triangle bikinis so his hands could finally have skin to skin contact. Not another word was spoken as the two fell back into a kiss effortlessly. Strangely not a care was given that this was all happening while sitting on the deck of their flash villa in the middle of the crystal clear blue water of the Maldives. Lucky for them they didn’t exactly have any neighbours and lucky for them this part of the promo wasn’t going to be filmed. A playful giggle left Emma’s lips as we pan away wondering what on earth they’re up to and how on earth did a talk about being a loser turn into them acting out one of their deepest desires?
***
My Reflection;
Sometimes I don’t understand if the world is trying to rile me up or if it’s trying to bring me down? Next week at Blaze of Glory III I find myself not in any sort of championship title hunt but I find myself in a match against Lizzie. Now don’t get me wrong I don’t have anything against the girl, in fact I find her kind of quirky it’s just this isn’t want I envisioned for myself when joining Sin City Wrestling. I too like every other Bombshell dreamt of winning championships and dripping herself with victory after victory, but so far I’ve been like the divisions yoyo. One minute I’m up taking on some of the world’s best and winning, the next minute I’m down and losing to the likes a Traci Patterson.
I guess it’s true when they say nice girls always finish last.
I don’t think you understand how hard it is, to feel this alone in a company that is filled with some of the best female fighters... yet they all share something in common, they all want to be the biggest bitch. It’s almost as if Mark, Erik and Chris should scrap the Bombshell Championship, because let’s be honest lately all the Bombshells are trying to do is outdo each other with bitchyness.
Take a look around, we have Roxi lashing out because she has been brain washed, we have Delia acting like she’s a victorias secret model, we even have Misty who is begging for the fans to love her and forgive her, yet on twitter she turned into a vocal brat. We have Amy Marshall who is one minute pissed at you for not being on her side, but the next minute she’s flipping out at you as you cheer. I could go on for days about how the Bombshells are acting. It’s like the goodness in the world has stopped flowing, and all the menstrual cycles of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshells have all synced and it causing all sorts of rapids.
I think I struck gold when it comes to my match up at Blaze of Glory, I mean facing Lizzie’s a God send. She might be a bit of a brat but at least I know in facing her, the only bitch that comes along with it will be Marty.
Lizzie, the Prodigal Daughter herself. Well fancy nick names aside Lizzie I know that you have your own wants and desires when it comes to our match up at the super card, but trust me you’re not the only one that wishes to the taste the sweet sugary taste of victory. You see I made a promise to myself at the beginning of the year and that promise was to make sure that everyone back home in London and New Zealand were proud of me and as of right now, that promise is slipping away out of my hands... almost too fast for me to catch it but come Blaze of Glory, I will catch that dream and I promise you I do not intend of ever letting it go.
You see at the start it was all about winning gold and getting a name for myself, but you know what Lizzie? The gold doesn’t matter all that matters to me is making the fans proud, making my homeland proud and making Ben Jordan proud. So what makes you think I will hold back at Blaze of Glory and hold back the epic feeling, that you only get when you know your boyfriend is looking at you with one hundred per-cent satisfaction in his eyes? What makes you think that I would just walk away from the best feeling in the world knowing that you have the whole arenas love and support? You see you might be fighting to get noticed, but I’m fighting for them I need them.
I need the fans to be proud of me, I need Ben Jordan to be proud of me and I need to be proud of myself. At Blaze of Glory we might not be fighting for the gold, but I assure you a victory over you means more to me right now than anything else in the wrestling world.
I need this Lizzie, I want this...
You might be the Prodigal Daughter, but I’m Kia Kaha... and next Sunday that’s all I’m going to have to be.
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Dear Diary,
Just writing to let you know that I’m alive and that having holidays with Ben may just be the best thing since melted Nutella smothered over pancakes.
I’m not sure what lies ahead for me at Blaze for Glory or how big my star is going to grow in Sin City Wrestling...
... But what I do know is that I just heard the shower turn on and right now... that's my cue to be the star of the f**king show.
Love Emma.
