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Post by bi on Apr 25, 2009 15:57:53 GMT -5
*The following takes place AWAY from the XWA cameras backstage at March Madness.*
Bianca wraps her hands in black tape, making the final preparations for what was sure to be a grueling match later in the evening against Sireena. Her mind was focused on what she had to do, but that focus would quickly change she suddenly feels someone pressed up against her back...
Bloody hell...do you ever knock?
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Post by fin on Apr 25, 2009 16:02:44 GMT -5
I'm sorry, I thought we were past the point of me havin' ta' knock. *Chuckle*
Finesse rests his hands on Bianca's waist.
I'm the one in a title match tonight, so why the hell are you so damn tense, ma?
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Post by bi on Apr 25, 2009 16:07:22 GMT -5
Bianca tries to maintain her focus, but it's increasingly difficult when there's a 275lbs man with his hands on one's waist.
Maybe because this is my 1st official one on one match of the season, and I don't want to look like I'm flat. Did anyone see you come in here?
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Post by fin on Apr 25, 2009 16:10:25 GMT -5
Nope,not a soul. I still don't know why we have to keep this a secret. I mean, someone's bound to put two and two together eventually.
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Post by bi on Apr 25, 2009 16:14:07 GMT -5
Bianca turns around to face Finesse. Staring him square in the eyes, she replies...
Because the last thing either of us need on our plates is having to deal with the world knowing we're involved. It's like putting a bloody target on your head. Think about all of the brainless piffs who will constantly try to take shots at you for being involved with me of all people? I'm not exactly the most well liked woman in the business, ya'know. Let's just...keep things the way they are for now, ok? Why mess up something that's already working well for the both of us?
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Post by fin on Apr 25, 2009 16:17:13 GMT -5
Finesse sighs.
Yea, yea...you're right. I can see Punch askin' me "How is she in the sack" all day on the bus. Dude needs to get LAID. Say...ain't Michelle single? Maybe we should...uhm...you know...
He grins.
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Post by bi on Apr 25, 2009 16:21:43 GMT -5
A look of complete and total dread fills the face of Bianca. She gives Finesse a little shove as she responds.
PARRISH THE THOUGHT!!! Good GOD are you mad, mate? Punch might be a lot of things, but I don't think even he deserves such a fate. She'd probably eat him alive. Would be fun though, but I'm gonna pass on playing match maker for her.
Her demeanor switches up suddenly.
You know, if you have got here 6 minutes earlier, I might have made it worth your while. *giggle*
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Post by fin on Apr 25, 2009 16:24:26 GMT -5
Finesse snaps his finger.
Damn. That woulda' been some hella motivation going into my match. Can I settle for a kiss then until later tonight?
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Post by bi on Apr 25, 2009 16:27:38 GMT -5
Pressing herself further against Finesse's chest, she answers...
Do you really have to ask?
Bianca obliges Finesse's request, giving him a long, passionate kiss. The kind that leaves a little saliva on the side of one's mouth. She composes herself and wipes it away.
I have to stop getting so bloody carried away with you. Do you see what you do to me?
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Post by fin on Apr 25, 2009 16:31:01 GMT -5
Finesse gives a cheeky grin. He loved the fact that he gets to see see Bianca in a light very few other people does. With a smile, he answers.
See it, feel it, taste it, smell it...yea. All of the above. *Chuckles* On that note, I'm gonna go get ready for my match, too. I'll see you later, baby.
Finesse departs, but not before getting a handful of "Ice Hiney".
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Post by bi on Apr 25, 2009 16:36:38 GMT -5
Her heart skips a beat as Finesse grabs her tush. Her attraction to him was so beyond what she could even understand. There was nothing about him that fit her general ideals, yet their chemistry was undeniable. As she watches him leave, she thinks to herself.
I have no idea why, but...I actually do think I'm falling for this man. I can't be wrong, there's no way you can even try to fake such feelings. Could he be?...
She catches herself in thought, shaking off her wonder. She needed to focus on what needed to be done tonight. She then continues readying herself for her match.
~The End.
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