Unexpected Desire

The After-Show

(1st Person POV. Character: Gracie/Lacy)

I was in a dreamland for the rest of the night after the little make-out session I'd had with Ludvig. I could still feel the warmth of his lips on mine, and if it hadn't been for Megan I was certain that I would have lost my virginity by now.

But, it made sense to me that I shouldn't rush to it. After all, that was our first time kissing. Basically, I just relaxed in my locker room after my talk with Stephanie.

Stephanie just wanted to discuss when the contract signing for SummerSlam would be. Us two women agreed to have the contract signing on Monday Night Raw. That was 3 days away, and I was determined to smash Gunther's head into the table if he didn't sign the contract willingly.

I had won that match fair and square, and Gunther was always saying how he was a good sport. So he'd better stick to that, or I would drive a kendo stick up his ass. 💭 He'd better not injure Trevor.💭 I thought before the match started. But I did have a fun time laughing over Ludvig's silly behavior during Gunther's match with Ricochet.

The way he brushed his hands off whenever Gunther pulled a big move, or the way he'd tell some of the people booing in the front row to be quiet. He even tried to get the crowd to cheer for Gunther a few times. It was stupidly hilarious to me. This was kind of a playful side to Ludvig, and I enjoyed it.

💭Maybe he's in a good mood because y'all kissed.💭 That was quite a plausible thought, huh? I suppose it could be true... I mean, I'm definitely in a good mood right now! I would hope that he was too. I don't just kiss people. In fact, I've never kissed anyone the way I kissed Marcel.

💭You haven't had a boyfriend since you were in middle school. You've never kissed anyone ever.💭 Jeez, okay then... Fuck you too consciousness. But I think I did a pretty good job considering he just wanted to keep diving deeper. I was only a little mad at him because he had left a couple of hickeys on my neck.

I was fine though because I had a collared jacket. And it was always cold in my room, so I just put that on and zipped it up. And made myself a nice cozy night of Smackdown and popcorn. Megan had apologized profusely to me while we were walking through the hallways after we'd left Ludvig's locker room.

And I'd told her at least ten times that it was okay. I had to check on Ricochet before his match and had to talk to Steph. So I was a little bit glad that she interrupted Ludvig and me. I swear I'd lose my head if it weren't attached to my neck! That's why everyone else in this business was such a help to me by keeping me on track.

The rest of the night was pretty much uneventful. More talk about Money In The Bank, more boasting about SummerSlam, and all the usual stuff. But if I've noticed any patterns from working in this company, it's that things always tend to get especially aggressive after big events. Such as WrestleMania and SummerSlam, and it's because a lot of the Superstars just can't handle the fact that they lost.

The way Brock acted before WrestleMania was bad, but after he came back about two months ago it was even worse! He still can't grasp the concept that he lost, and now he's going to do everything he can to win both of the titles this time! And I feel like it's just not fair that we should be seeing a repeat of something we can easily expect the outcome of.

For example, when Gunther came to Smackdown I instantly knew he had the potential to hold a title. But not a big-name one like the Universal belts. So, naturally, I could assume that he would go for one of these two belts: The United States Championship or the Intercontinental Championship. And it was super easy to narrow things down more because Gunther isn't from the U.S.! Of course his choice would be the Intercontinental Championship.

And he had an especially easy target because he had the size and power advantage over Ricochet. A bit messed up if you ask me, but it does make sense!

After maybe 10 minutes after the show was over, I got a knock on my door. "Come in!" I called out. Assuming my cousin was at the door. The door opened and closed and the person walked in. The footsteps didn't belong to Trevor. They were slightly heavier, and definitely belonged to someone... taller... I braced myself. 💭This asshole again.💭

I stood up and spun around to find myself face-to-face with a gorgeous face and a handsome smile. My anger instantly melted when my eyes met his crystal blue ones. My cheeks flushed a rosy red, and I immediately became a bit shy.

"Marcel- I, uh-" I began, trying to find words. "Hi...!" I swept some of my hair behind my ear. I probably looked like a lovesick dork, but I didn't exactly care. At least I was seeing my prince charming. 💭Gosh, he's so perfect!!💭 I was geeking out on the inside while trying to keep it together on the outside.

Marcel smiled again. "Hallo, Schöne." Every word he spoke made me adore him more. Even more so because I understood German. 💭'Hello beautiful'. I'm glad he thinks so...💭 I smiled softly. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting?" He asked gently. "I was freshening up. It gets pretty warm in that stadium." I swooned a bit. "It's yes fine." I quickly realized my mistake. "Gah! I mean- Yeah, it's fine! It's your time, not mine...!" I quickly corrected.

Ludvig smirked, amused. "Then do allow me to apologize for not finishing what I started earlier." He said as he walked closer to me, grabbing my hips and pressing his body to my own. His whole outfit, if you can call it that, gave me super easy access to everything. All I had to do was unzip that coat...!

But I remembered what I had been thinking a little bit ago. 💭Too soon.💭 I sighed, placing a hand on his chest. "Marcel..." I began, "I hate to be a cockblocker, but I think it might be a little too soon to be doing stuff like that...?" I saw a bit of disappointment in his eyes. "Don't get me wrong! I want to, it's just-" He cut me off. "Too early. I get it..." He let go of my waist and stepped back a little.

"Sorry if I overstepped my boundaries. I suppose I'm realizing that-" "No!" I quickly said back. "It's not that, I liked it! I just think maybe we should get to know each other a bit better before getting intimate again. Does... That make sense?" Marcel nodded in understanding.

I smiled, relieved. 💭Good...!💭 I thought. He inched closer again, taking my left hand and bringing it up to his head. "Is it okay to kiss...?" He asked. I smiled, beginning to blush again. "We-ell..." I began, pretending to think about it. "Since you asked so politely... Yes!" He smiled and kissed the back of my hand.

"So what are you doing in here?" He asked once more, slowly letting go of my palm. My arm fell back to my side, as I spoke; "I was actually just about to watch my favorite show!" I exclaimed. "Wanna watch with me?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "Sure. What kind of show?" He asked. It was all questions with him today.

I smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him over to my double recliner. I sat down and pulled him down next to me. "You'll see!" I said happily.

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Hey, y'all! Sorry, this chapter came out later than usual, I've been kinda sick all day. But I'm fine, and should be all better soon! Hope you enjoyed this upload, thanks for reading, and I'll see you tomorrow! Bye gems! 💝💎

(Word count: 1395)