Post by ladyknives on Jul 22, 2015 19:03:05 GMT -5
HHH
(Harajuku-Havok-Holiday)
Meanwhile, in the Real World
Wednesday, 22nd July 10:10 - Sanchez residence, Orange County, USA
(Harajuku-Havok-Holiday)
Meanwhile, in the Real World
Wednesday, 22nd July 10:10 - Sanchez residence, Orange County, USA
The steam of the shower seemed more enjoyable to her when she shared it with him, but she had done plenty to occupy her mind in the three weeks David had been gone. Plenty of modeling photo shoots, lots of personal training sessions, management emails to respond to, and Kayden to attend to. She only seemed to think of David at two times of the day: When she went to sleep when she yearned for something to wrap her legs around, and when she took showers. She had just finished a particularly long training session in their on-site gym, and was freshening up before relaxing somewhere with her laptop to respond to more emails and review photos.
Samm heard the unsubtle footsteps of her son running frantically around the house, trying to figure out where she was. She wondered why. The scorching water fell from a rainfall shower head, falling down onto her her like a torrential hell rain. A smile tugged at the side of her mouth as she thought about the next time she saw David and exactly what she would do this time to greet him. It had to be something different every time, something he wouldn't expect. That's how you keep any relationship alive, right? Surprises? She kind of took it overboard; Pranks and roughing around with her lover behind closed doors.
As soon as she turned the shower off she heard a frantic knocking at the door, followed by:
“...Mom? Mom! Dad called while you were in the shower and said that he wanted you to call him back tonight!”
She could hear Kayden's voice from behind the door. She peeked around the curtain so he could hear her more clear when she spoke.
“Alright. I will do so as soon as I can sweetie, thank you.”
This voice she was using would be foreign to anyone in the ring, it was her soft, sweet mom voice. That reminded her again that it had been four long years since she had been in the ring, but that was of no consequence now. She was training to get back into the ring, hard, and often. The plan was to dominate upon her return, and there were no plans B or C here.
Shaking the daydreams from the forefront of her thoughts, she got dressed and headed to her room where her cellphone and laptop were. She made herself comfortable, lounging in their California King sized four-post bed, and grabbed her phone. Her short, black hair framed her shoulders as she did this, strands in various places sticking to her face as she leaned back into the pillows. She dialed him and waited for him to pick up. Biting her lip anxiously.
“Pick up...Pick up...Pick-”
“Hello my love.”
She hadn't heard his voice in a while, and every time she did she was able to relax and feel at ease. Closing her eyes, she imagined that he felt the same wave of relief wash over him when she answered.
“Hey there mister.” She cooed. “Kayden tells me you wanted me to call? What for? To tell me how much you love me? I already know that...”
“I've sent a travel package for you and him. You're coming to Japan to watch me fight. There's backstage passes and everything you need.”
As soon as she heard travel package her emerald eyes lit up and sparkled with a glistening sheen. She gripped the cellphone a little harder, and her smile became even larger.
“I can practically hear you smiling.” He said, “Well as you can imagine that makes me do the same thing. Stop it.”
“Never!” She growls, laughing playfully and twirling her fingers in her hair.
“I'll do more than make you stop when I get my hands on you, woman...” His voice became low, with a sultry, animalistic tinge that told her she would get what she wanted from him when she arrived.
“You can try! I've been working out hard for the last three weeks. We will see who comes out on top! Haha!” She laughs some more, rolling on her side and sprawling out on the bed. Her pale limbs stretch as far as they can go, not able to fill the massive crimson space of the sheets. It was so empty without him. She needed her bed-buddy back.
“Either way, I will enjoy it. It's a win/win for me, don't you see?” His voice gained playfulness, something he knew she liked.
“Well it better be, a win in bed and a win in the ring, eh?” She was excited to be able to be ringside again. When she thought about watching him fight for a few more moments, she remembered her last fight, and how much she wanted to fight again. She always became restless at ringside, wanting to have a chance to thrash whoever she watched David fight. That opportunity used to be open when they fought in the same company, four years ago, before Kayden.
There's sitters... She thought, Or a nanny... yeah... that's it... More and more thoughts... and more...
“You won't be jealous that you're not the one fighting, hm?” teased David.
“I enjoy watching you fight, you know that. That's one of my favorite things.” She paused for a moment. “But....yes....maybe a little jealous! SO WHAT?!” She laughed, endless smiles abound.
“We will talk more about that when you get here...” She could hear that he was thinking as he was talking, more and more and more thoughts... Well it seemed as though it was already settled. He knew what she was thinking, and she knew what he was thinking. Why the hell not?
“Alright, well this news has me itching to pack and put things off here in OC, so I'm going to go. I love you very much, don't go too crazy until I get there.”
“Fine, fine...I'll try my best.” He smirked, but in his mind dreading her to hang up the phone. But what else did they have to talk about that they couldn't just talk about when she got there? Probably nothing, he just didn't want that sweet voice to disappear from the piece of metal and plastic he was holding to his ear.
She seemed eager to go, but he knew it was only so she could get to him faster. He had plans, and he knew she had plans. David was excited to know what she thought about everything, how close she was to being ready to return, and how well she would do in this new Federation. Just like him she had been out of the game for a while, and she would probably struggle a bit before she would shine, or maybe she would surprise him. He would find out sooner or later.
As soon as Knives hung up the phone she dashed out of her room and to Kayden's. “Hey, Monkeybutt!” She jumped onto his bed and tickled his sides, inciting manic giggles from the young boy before she stopped and gave him a break. “Daddy is sending us tickets to go see him in Japan!” His eyes immediately lit up as he heard her words, just as hers had when David had delivered the news just minutes prior. The excitement was enough to make her shake, in fact she was when she focused on feeling her body and not thinking about seeing David again.
She pulled his little suitcase from his closet and opened it, putting it on his bed, “Pack as much as you can. I'll check to see you have proper outfits tomorrow alright? Love you son.” She spoke softly, her eyes glowing with love as she looked at her child. Her lips met the crown of his head, both of them smiling wildly, knowing they will see their favorite man sooner than they expected. Then, she headed to her room, busting out her suitcase to pack with more enthusiasm than she could remember having in a long while.
HHH
(Harajuku-Havok-Holiday)
Thursday, July 23rd 07:30 - Narita International Airport, Tokyo, Japan
(Harajuku-Havok-Holiday)
Thursday, July 23rd 07:30 - Narita International Airport, Tokyo, Japan
Quarantine was packed with people of every ethnicity as Knives and Kayden finally made it to the front of the cue to receive their diagnosis at the hands of an Asian medical professional. He prods and pokes at each of them for a few minutes, before allowing them to pass through the busy terminal once he is satisfied that they are not about to unleash an epidemic upon the unsuspecting Japanese populous. “Just give your passport to the nice lady” she says to her son in a soft tone as they approach the immigration counter.
For this occasion, Samm made sure to dress on point. There was one thing about their culture that she enjoyed besides the food that she knew of: Gothic Harajuku fashion. She donned a classic little black dress (LBD), with lace trim that ended a teasing distance halfway up her thighs. Atop the dress was a Lolita jacket, buttoned up, with two belts fastened around the midsection. The coat resembled a more frou-frou, feminine piano-man jacket, and she adored it. Beneath were black garters and gunmetal grey stockings; Secured on her feet were black, size nine and a half five inch baby doll heels.
Satisfied again that they are indeed who they appear to be and do not pose a terrorist threat they are allowed to proceed through into baggage claim, where they have no trouble identifying either Kayden’s tiny red suitcase or Sammantha’s unique cargo with its eye catching Oriental patterns that seem to compliment her outfit all the more. Now in possession of their luggage they begin to walk down the corridor, following the painted blue line which will lead them into the arrivals lobby and the arms of their husband and father respectively. Kayden rubs his eyes, exhausted from the long haul flight from California but toddles along at his mother’s side obediently, a little scared by the unfamiliar sights and sound which surround him.
Once they make it through into the main foyer of the airport it does not take them long to spot David, his arms crossed and sleepy body propped up against a pillar near the main entrance. Oblivious to their arrival for a few seconds, he seems distraught, perhaps thinking that they missed the flight and he would have to endure another week alone in the shabby hotel he had chosen to suffer. When she wasn’t around David didn’t care much for luxurious accommodations but instead chose to save some money and rest in whatever cheap and cheerful hotel was closest to the arena. “Dad! Dad! Dad!” Kayden shouts as he bursts away from his mother’s side for the first time, sprinting as fast as his little legs will carry him in the direction of his father. The child slaloms through suitcases and the people who clutch onto them, meeting his father’s gaze which has now shifted from a sleep-deprived empty gaze into sheer and total excitement. He scoops Kayden into the air and cuddles him tightly, allowing the tiny red suitcase to fall prone onto its side at his feet, squeezing his son so hard that it borders on child abuse.
“Now then David, save some for me.” Sammantha says with a playful smile as she finally catches up to the rest of her family, her strides being fairly limited by the dress she has chosen to wear. Setting his son on the ground, David’s mouth twists into a wide grin as he grabs his with one hand caressing the small of her back and the other pulling gently at the back of her hair, their lips locking in a passionate embrace as passing tourists ogle them awkwardly. Before they can touch tongues together though, they are interrupted by their son’s loud proclamation of “ewwww gross.”
They both laugh as David picks up Sammantha’s case and motions for them to follow him out into the parking lot where he directs them into a rental car. As much of a cockblock as the child had become since his toddler years it was all they could do to love and nurture him unconditionally, even if all they wanted to do was let their bodies entangle in the backseat of the Toyota Yaris they now found themselves being shuffled into. “Put your headphones in kid” David says to his son as he straps him into a booster seat in the back of the spotless automobile he had only rented the previous evening and until this point found himself too intoxicated to utilize.
With their son distracted David and Sammantha take their respective seats in the front of the car, David opting to drive them back to the hotel so they could find a new hotel, one with the style and elegance befitting of his queen. As he sits down and turns the key in the ignition he rests his hand on the gearstick, only for Samm to place her own hand atop his and interlock their fingers. For a few moments they are still and silent, lost in this peaceful moment between moments. Her emerald green eyes shimmering as they lock onto his piercing blue retinas. They were whole again, together for the first time in three weeks. It was more than words could describe.
“Oh shit, before I forget sweetheart” David says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his Samsung mobile phone. “You’re making friends already” He laughs a little to himself, leaving her slightly confused until he clicks on the play button and a short video is seen on screen. The same video that Celeste had taken last week where she referred to Sammantha as a slut among other things.
They share a laugh now as the urge to rip out this woman’s eyes and feed them to her French associates as a delicacy floods through Lady Knives like a tidal wave. She hadn’t expected to be getting this kind of attention before she had even stepped in the front door as a patron, much less a competitor. As they say though, bitches be crazy and she thought she could see a little bit of manic in the eyes that looked back at her from David’s phone.
“Well, well, well. It appears this could be more fun than I thought” she whispers at her husband through a smile that suggests they possess some knowledge which Celeste did not. David reverses out of the parking space and joins the seemingly endless stream of cars fighting to escape Narita International as the scene fades to black.
Dearest Celeste
(A retaliation of deserved proportion)
"Celeste, you'd think with all this talk about antidotes that you would have at least stumbled upon the cure for being a lazy, talentless bitch. There is no antidote, honey. Your affliction is terminal. I'm no slut by any measure of the word but even a whore serves a purpose, what purpose do you serve other than to burden us all with your effortless retorts and recycled material?"
Hotel Arrival
Thursday, July 23rd 10:30
(A retaliation of deserved proportion)
"Celeste, you'd think with all this talk about antidotes that you would have at least stumbled upon the cure for being a lazy, talentless bitch. There is no antidote, honey. Your affliction is terminal. I'm no slut by any measure of the word but even a whore serves a purpose, what purpose do you serve other than to burden us all with your effortless retorts and recycled material?"
Hotel Arrival
Thursday, July 23rd 10:30
There were so many lights in this city. It seemed brighter than LA, or even NYC. She was pretty dazzled by everything, and it was a good distraction. The rage this ignorant “Celeste” woman had made her feel was slowly dissipating, and she was more focused on staring at all the brightly colored fashion that was made visible only by the everything everywhere. All the architecture in this part of the city seemed new or remodeled. So many cars. This added to the shiny. She wanted to go out and shop already, and this car was making her a little restless. All this fashion to observe and purchase and she was stuck in a car on the way to the hotel. It almost made her forget how aroused she had been the entire trip... almost. They were arriving at the hotel. That was more than enough of a reminder of what she was going to use that room for. She was glad that the hotel room had the double room, with a door to separate them in between. This California girl was also glad that he had booked at a Hilton, she was familiar with their chain in the US, and that was the best first stay she could imagine here. She would go searching for adventure on another occasion.
A short obedient looking bus boy was the one who came to her side when she exited her vehicle, speaking perfect English, as though he were taught it right alongside his native tongue. She was almost sure that was the case, and that also made her smile. It would have been a bad time to have to struggle through a thick broken accent to figure out where to go. That's all she needed to know.
“Go ahead and send our baggage to our room, thank you very much, sir. Do your suites have a mini-bar in the fridge?”
“Yes madame, fully stocked every time your room is serviced.” His answer was quick, efficient and short. Not drawn out and sugar coated like back home. 'If only people didn't need their asses kissed all the time, and we could have quality service like this...' Her thoughts trailed off as David took her hand, who also had Kayden's hand and led them through the lobby, to the elevator and through hallways to their room.
As the door opened, she took in a deep breath. She always enjoyed the sterile scent of a truly clean room. She could tough it out in any housing situation, but they had fought their way to the top of the last Federation to enjoy life a little more than that. Kayden's feet had been dragging across the floor the entire way, and Samm had opted to pick him up a third through the way so he could begin the process of falling asleep. He had passed out less than halfway there and she was ecstatic. She placed him in his single bed in his large room next to theirs, bolting his door shut and kissing him on the forehead before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
David was in the bathroom, she knew because she had heard the door close a few moments prior to her tucking Kayden into his bed for the night. She took this time to check out the mini bar in the fridge. Their 'bedroom area' was passed a shared 'living room' space and a kitchenette where there was a sink, two burners on a half sized stove, a microwave, and her beloved mini bar in the mini fridge. It was also stocked with candy and other things she knew Kayden would enjoy and probably beg her for tomorrow . Inside the fridge were some high quality Sake mini samples, all of which she uncorked and drank merrily. Sake was the stuff that made her cheeks go red immediately, which would give away her current plan of attack. Pfft. Like she cared. Under her Harajuku attire was lace intimate attire. Boyshorts to hug all the right curves below, and a black and gold orient pattern clinging to tightly, she was glad it was going to come off soon.
The Mother Demoness made her way through the kitchenette, looking for their bed. Looking around the room, she found the color scheme to be black and gold. How fun. She hadn't planned to match the room. The dressers were black and shiny, heavy, very reflective, with a large vanity mirror that she could see herself in as she unlatched the belts around her waist, letting them fall to the ground. Knives shrugged the lolita jacket off after she had unbuttoned it, leaving nothing but that brilliantly matching corset that she yearned to have him take off as soon as possible. She sprawled out for a moment, stretching out her cramped and achy limbs and lounging on the large ebony-sheeted bed.
The paleness of her skin was a stark contrast, a shocking enough effect to make him lunge at her as soon as he saw her. She smirked at the thought, and popped open another one of the Sake samples. Samm finished the tasty thing and set the container on the bedside table next to the four others. She had become a lightweight with alcohol again, but that was fine with her, it was more fun for her that way.
As soon as she moved back into position on the bed her body was pushed back and down into the many plush, soft pillows by a ravenous kiss. Strong, hot hands and breath and lips moved across her body before she could even fight back. He disengaged the kiss and his cerulean eyes clashed with hers. She blushed, from the combination of his passionate assault and then the Sake that rushed through her veins, under her skin in the most pleasant way possible. It made her feel on fire inside, and she could feel her body radiate under his. Engaging her hips to his, she taunted him to start this feud.
*fade to black or what have you* LOL
A short obedient looking bus boy was the one who came to her side when she exited her vehicle, speaking perfect English, as though he were taught it right alongside his native tongue. She was almost sure that was the case, and that also made her smile. It would have been a bad time to have to struggle through a thick broken accent to figure out where to go. That's all she needed to know.
“Go ahead and send our baggage to our room, thank you very much, sir. Do your suites have a mini-bar in the fridge?”
“Yes madame, fully stocked every time your room is serviced.” His answer was quick, efficient and short. Not drawn out and sugar coated like back home. 'If only people didn't need their asses kissed all the time, and we could have quality service like this...' Her thoughts trailed off as David took her hand, who also had Kayden's hand and led them through the lobby, to the elevator and through hallways to their room.
As the door opened, she took in a deep breath. She always enjoyed the sterile scent of a truly clean room. She could tough it out in any housing situation, but they had fought their way to the top of the last Federation to enjoy life a little more than that. Kayden's feet had been dragging across the floor the entire way, and Samm had opted to pick him up a third through the way so he could begin the process of falling asleep. He had passed out less than halfway there and she was ecstatic. She placed him in his single bed in his large room next to theirs, bolting his door shut and kissing him on the forehead before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
David was in the bathroom, she knew because she had heard the door close a few moments prior to her tucking Kayden into his bed for the night. She took this time to check out the mini bar in the fridge. Their 'bedroom area' was passed a shared 'living room' space and a kitchenette where there was a sink, two burners on a half sized stove, a microwave, and her beloved mini bar in the mini fridge. It was also stocked with candy and other things she knew Kayden would enjoy and probably beg her for tomorrow . Inside the fridge were some high quality Sake mini samples, all of which she uncorked and drank merrily. Sake was the stuff that made her cheeks go red immediately, which would give away her current plan of attack. Pfft. Like she cared. Under her Harajuku attire was lace intimate attire. Boyshorts to hug all the right curves below, and a black and gold orient pattern clinging to tightly, she was glad it was going to come off soon.
The Mother Demoness made her way through the kitchenette, looking for their bed. Looking around the room, she found the color scheme to be black and gold. How fun. She hadn't planned to match the room. The dressers were black and shiny, heavy, very reflective, with a large vanity mirror that she could see herself in as she unlatched the belts around her waist, letting them fall to the ground. Knives shrugged the lolita jacket off after she had unbuttoned it, leaving nothing but that brilliantly matching corset that she yearned to have him take off as soon as possible. She sprawled out for a moment, stretching out her cramped and achy limbs and lounging on the large ebony-sheeted bed.
The paleness of her skin was a stark contrast, a shocking enough effect to make him lunge at her as soon as he saw her. She smirked at the thought, and popped open another one of the Sake samples. Samm finished the tasty thing and set the container on the bedside table next to the four others. She had become a lightweight with alcohol again, but that was fine with her, it was more fun for her that way.
As soon as she moved back into position on the bed her body was pushed back and down into the many plush, soft pillows by a ravenous kiss. Strong, hot hands and breath and lips moved across her body before she could even fight back. He disengaged the kiss and his cerulean eyes clashed with hers. She blushed, from the combination of his passionate assault and then the Sake that rushed through her veins, under her skin in the most pleasant way possible. It made her feel on fire inside, and she could feel her body radiate under his. Engaging her hips to his, she taunted him to start this feud.
*fade to black or what have you* LOL