moonchild

A post Takeover starter for @kvllerprincess

         The tears had already started, when he’d been trying to escape the ring. The ref for the evening had tried to push him back into the ring, back into the spotlight, when all he’d wanted in the moment was to soak the sensations in. The salty wetness rolled down his cheeks as he managed to finally make it back to the ramp, the leather of the belt in his teeth, the championship hanging in his expert clutches. Light eyes darted around the room, thanking the thousands of fans in attendance, hoping that the camera angles and work would not capture his near breakdown. He was overjoyed and completely elated, although he felt weak under the sudden onslaught of heavy tears. 

      Entering the backstage of the arena, Pete wasted little time locating the one person that he wanted – no – n e e d e d, in that moment. His hands grasping the belt and holding it down at one side, as his free hand reached out for her slender frame. In one solid swoop, the wrestler had the young woman flush to his sweaty chest, his arm wrapping instinctively around her waist. He kept her close, heady with emotion and torrid desire, his oceanic spheres still welling with a deep sea of gratitude and triumph.                  His lips soon sought after her own perfect tiers, meshing together as he sobbed, and held her close, knowing she was more than proud, knowing that this was only the beginning. 

                  She hadn’t had too much time to do much of anything once Pete got to Chicago, having grown up there she had so much planned but the man had just wrestled the night before and jumped on a plane to come State’s side. She was at the event with just him, of course, her mother and father’s friends were there too but they would remain behind so it was just Frankie. She knew how wrestling worked and Pete had so much hype and buzz and an actual storyline that she was almost positive he’d walk away with the win but it still didn’t take away from the shock when he did win.

           “You don’ ‘ave to lie,” he teased, shaking his head as he leaned against the car. She always told him how great he looked, even if he didn’t understand how she could think such wonderful things about him – no one ever had before. She was the first female that really wanted him for who he was, and admired even the most dissatisfying aspects of him. Frankie was an angel, and he would never let her forget that fact, treating her like the Goddess that she absolutely, without a doubt, was. 

      Taking her hand once again, he allows her to lead the way, his nerves forcing him to feel that awful quivering in his guts. Not only is he meeting her extended family today, but tonight he has bigger plans for them – tonight he will ask for her heart for all of eternity. Marriage was never on the young brawler’s agenda, however now, with this beautiful creature, anything is possible. 

                Seeing Kazumi with the rabbit caused Pete to laugh, allowing his hand to stray from his girlfriend’s grip as he crouched down beside the young girl. “If your dad says yes, your sis an’ I will buy one for ya,” he smiled, glancing upward at Frankie, before grabbing the dark headed child around the waist, and hoisting them both up off the ground. “God save the queen! You are gettin’ heavy my lit’tle cherub!” he exclaimed with a laugh, even though she was lighter than air. “Go on then,” he turned them both to look at Frankie, “ask sissy to call over daddy an’ we’ll see abou’ a bunny fo’r our lit’tle bunny.” He kissed the girl on the cheek dramatically until she giggled.        Placing her back down onto her feet, he watched her run off to explore the rest of the animals – within their eye sight of course. Stepping back in front of his girlfriend, he placed his arms around her tightly, pulling her into his broad chest. “No rabbits for us I’m afraid, love,” he shook his head, “ya know the snake would no’ take too kindly ta’ us playin’ wiff’ it’s food.” 

          She loved watching Pete with her little sister, she had very clearly told him that this was a deal breaker, telling him that he had to get along with her close family or she couldn’t be with him. Which of course was a walk in the park --- but it was important for Frankie. And her beau had aced that task with flying colors. Still giggling Kazumi would look to her sister, “come on call Otōsan”,  Frankie would comply with her little sister’s request once Pete had put her down. Finding out that her father decided against it because her parents didn’t want to deal with trying to bring a bunny back to Florida, once they were in Florida they would do it.

         “At this point, the lazy fuck would probably wonder why it’s still alive.” She whispered that part to him since she didn’t want her sister to understand that their pet snake could probably eat this new little creature that she’d grown rather fond of. Her arms wrapped around him to hold herself closer, “It’s a cute little party ‘eh?” She asked almost like she’d rather stay here than face the music that was her Grandpa, or Baba-joon, as she called him. But at the same time, she was excited to show off her boyfriend. Plus there were strength numbers between her, her mother, father, and Pete, there would be enough people who understood one another. “I don’t think there will be as many animals at my Grandfather’s. Not a big fan of animals.” She told him, which was true, the Mus.lim culture was all cleanliness and animals were dirty.