Our First Night

***DISCLAIMER***

As I mentioned before, for the next few weeks, as a celebration of our coming union, I'll be posting up several stories depicting moments of mine and Zoey's relationship as written by either of us. To begin with, we go with...the beginning. Obviously, right? This is not the first time we met, the first time we met was far less romantic. I walked Candi into her locker room and blustered my way into asking her to perform for my daughters birthday party that weekend. This is the result, well at least part of it. She did her job and performed but this was after. Look at me, flustered as I write. Just enjoy this story written by both Zoey and myself. :)

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Zoey felt a bit of a heel for leaving the party early, but her excuse wasn’t entirely without merit.  Going 38 minutes with any opponent, much less one the caliber of a Constance Chapin, was no mean feat.  The magician’s knee was throbbing and hadn’t stopped since she was loading her bag into the back of her truck and felt it twinge slightly when weight was put on it.  It made her squeak in pained surprise, almost causing her to buckle to the asphalt beneath her feet.  But she stopped herself with a hand on the side of the vehicle.  The heavy breathing did her no good either, reminding her of her opponents constant high-impact moves and various submissions.  Zoey had claimed that she’d put her stamina up against anyone else’s and she proved to herself at least that she could go the distance.  It just so happened that that distance was not quite far enough.

“I hope they’re not upset with me…”

She said it more to herself than anyone else, not that anyone was around to hear.  It was a bit past midnight and the hotel’s lobby was deserted save for a front desk attendant on the night shift.  Zoey offered the woman a cursory smile, which in truth was probably more than she got for the entirety of her shift.  The older woman smiled back kindly and Zoey continued further into the lobby.  Staring at the pool across the way, she recalled the conversation she’d had earlier in the night.

"Hey, this is a pleasant surprise.”  And it was, to be sure.  She still didn’t quite know why Katalina was so taken with her.  The woman was even shy in her presence sometimes.  Didn’t that go against her being what she was: a dominatrix?  Zoey didn’t know, considering her abject in experience with anything more erotic than an R-rated movie.

“Kind of you to say so, dear.” Something about the woman’s voice made Zoey’s insides shiver, though not in a bad way.  “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“Hm?  Oh, about to head out to a little after-party with Stacy and the others.  You?” Where she should still be, if she were being honest.  But she just didn’t have it in her.

“That sounds...nice.” Was that longing Zoey had heard?  At this very moment she wasn’t sure anymore.  It was probably just her imagination. “I’m most likely going to sleep the night away.  Things did not go swimmingly for my side, either.”

Immediately Zoey had felt bad for Kat and even her partner.  She might not see eye-to-eye with the Horsewomen, but losing sucked most of the time. Who could deny that?

“Yeah, I don't blame you there.  I don't know that I'll stick around long, feeling like I do.”

“You must be wrecked, love.  That just won’t do.” The tone sounded so caring and genuine that Zoey forgot for a moment that she barely knew the woman.  “Perhaps I could...keep you company?”

“...what?  No, don't worry about that…”  She started to try and find a way to politely say that she just wanted to rest while at the same time confirming their dinner date the following week to take the sting off when something within stopped her.  “...are you sure?  Well, I can't see any reason why not.  All right.  Sure.”

And just like that, Zoey fed herself to the woman referred to as Strife for the evening.  But what could she have in mind?

“Lovely.  When should I expect to hear from you?”

“I'll text you when I leave."

Which led her to this point in time, that text sent a quarter of an hour ago.  Zoey stood in the middle of the spacious lobby, turning when she suddenly felt eyes upon her.  By the time she dared turn about, Katalina was already approaching with a bag in one of her hands.  She, like Zahara, was dressed simply: a long black skirt beneath a plush red sweater and a black leather jacket.  The boots matched the jacket, much like Zahara’s own set of brown suede, working well with her blue turtleneck, long purple scarf and tight black jeans.  She could not help but smile at Kat despite the pain she was in and her uncertainty.

“I come bearing sweets for the sweet.  The best way to handle our kinds of aches, pains, and sadness is with terrible-for-us confections.”

Zoey’s smile got a little brighter despite herself.

“Ah, but what if we added in a movie?”

“I like the way you think.  Shall we?”

Leading the way, the two women went up in the elevator to the sixth floor, then down the hall toward a room near the far end of the hotel.  Zoey swiped her key card and in they went, with the magician dropping her bag on the luggage rack near the entrance and walking into the small living room.  The couch was certainly an inviting sight, large and plush, and Katalina wasted little time seating herself upon it once Zoey had taken their coats and put them away.  Zoey, while Katalina made herself comfortable, flipped through the channel guide, looking over the show listings before coming across The Princess Bride.

“Ah, perfect.  And it’s just about to start, too.”

Katalina looks up with her subtle little smile, not even bothering to ask what the movie might be.  She brings her legs up onto the couch but before she settles in completely, Zoey sees what she’s doing and clicks her tongue disapprovingly...which to Kat is just as cute as can be.

“None of that.  If you’re going to get all comfortable, do it right.”

Blinking, Kat watches as Zoey starts to tug those leather boots off, setting them on the carpet by the couch.  Stocking-covered toes wiggle as they’re released from the confines of the boots, to Kat’s relief...a relief that expands when Zoey takes one of those feet into her hands, massaging it.  She’d mentioned during their date recently that she was studying physiology and physical therapy, and that knowledge, as far as Kat was now concerned, was being put to excellent use.  The domina groaned happily as Zoey’s fingers worked out some tension...a lot of it in fact.

“How long has it been since you’ve relaxed, Katalina?  No,” she stops herself with a giggle, already feeling a little better. “Don’t answer that.  Just sit back.”

She took her hand away for but a moment, turning on the television and flipping to the appropriate channel, but then it was right back to Kat’s sheathed feet.  Within ten minutes, Star was pretty much putty in the magician’s hands.  The lady did have the wherewithal to gather up the ice cream, though, and a pair of spoons from the bag.  She registered a mopey-yet-cute expression when Zoey excused herself, but the young lady was only gone long enough to gather a blanket and a couple pillows from the bed.  One is given Kat while the blanket is mostly spread across her stretched out legs.

Kat watches, having a few spoons of the ice cream, as Zoey leans over to remove her own footwear.  The tall, thick boot socks looked rather comfortable, and Kat brought a foot down to run her toes along the material with a smile.  Zoey met her eyes in the process and there was a pause before she, too, settled back with a smile.  Somewhere along the way, Kat found pretense to switch positions, now leaned up close to Zoey and curled down in the blanket.  By that point, Zoey had taken control of the ice cream, feeding the odd bite to the snuggled-down Kat while the movie went on.  Upon reaching the scene between Wesley and the Sicilian, however, Kat commented snarkily.

“Not very effective with the ropes, I’m thinking,” she said with a chuckle.

Zoey found herself agreeing, knowing more than a little about such details thanks to her work in escape artistry.  “Definitely.  I could do a better job than that.”

Naturally, Kat’s curiosity is piqued.  “Is that so?”

“Sure.  I’ve put myself into and gotten myself out of worse before.”

“Mm-hmm.  I think you’re just trying to be tempting,” the domina commented idly, not noticing that she was shifting her thighs a bit beneath blanket and skirt.  “I bet I could slip out of your work as easily as I’d get out of that,” she remarks, gesturing to the television with the spoon.

“That a challenge, Miss Star?”

“What if it is, Miss Madigan?”

Not answering verbally, Zoey removes the long scarf around her neck and sets the ice cream container aside for the moment.  “Give me your hands.”

Blinking, Kat meets the magician’s eyes and doesn’t hesitate before drawing her arms from beneath the warmth of the blanket and holding them out, wrist to wrist, palm to palm.  Zoey makes a few turns about the offered appendages, then changes direction with her wrapping, cinching down her first winding before knotting the ends of the sash tightly out of reach of Kat’s questing fingers.  The domina sits up a bit, giving her hands some firm tugs as a pink hue rose to her cheeks.  A minute later, she murmured with a subtle smile.

“I stand corrected.”

“Yes, you do.  Now,” Zoey retorts, bringing the blanket back around Kat and taking up the ice cream again, “shall we finish the movie?”

And Katalina was fine with that, though she took great pleasure now in verbally poking at Zoey, taking every amusing opportunity to repeat the ‘as you wish’ line every time Zoey asked something or commented on a scene in the film.  At first it was cute.  Then Zoey came upon the notion that Kat wasn’t going to stop.  The little half-trussed instigator was trying to get under her skin.  Zoey, reaching her limit with the repetition, brought her arm around Katalina and pressed her palm against the woman’s lips.

Katalina’s eyes widened over the curled fingers and palm, making ‘mmph’ sounds and trying to get that line out behind Zahara’s hand.  Her eyes sparkled with mischief and Zoey, wanting to get on her case, had to admit that beyond it all...Kat was still endearing.  Even if she were being a pain.  Every so often, Zoey would move her hand to feed Kat more ice cream, but invariably the domina would start up again and back it would go.  Somehow, in the process, Kat wormed her way half into Zoey’s lap and after a time she gave up on her attempts to rattle the magician.  

Perhaps it was the emotional weight of the night.  Maybe it was instead the pleasant sensation of being so close together.  But the two women soon forgot all about the movie, which had mere minutes left anyway.  Before her senses and her brain could sync up, Zoey had leaned down and into Kat, pressing her lips to the domina’s hungrily.  Both tasted of ice cream, their lips cool while the inner parts of their mouths were still nice and warm.  Kat was a soulful kisser, doing so deeply and hungrily.  Still new to it herself, Zoey let herself be guided but soon came to be leading the contact herself.  When they finally came up for air, she gasped, licking her lips eagerly.

The women’s eyes lock as Zoey leans up, movie and dessert forgotten, pain and loss shoved into the backs of their minds.  “What was that?”

“What do you want it to be, love?”  Kat replies in the same low whisper as the magician.