Welcome To Love By Mistress
	This is Stephanie's little drama as she entered the gang.....sorta sequel, prequel to Biker love. Hope ya likes TITLE: Welcome to Love AUTHOR: Mistress RATING: NC/17 eventually PAIRING: Trish/Stephanie DISCLAIMER: Don't own don't sue DESCRIPTION: This is the prequel/sequel to Biker Love/ Steph's story. ARCHIVE: Just slap my name to this puppy and let me know where NOTE: This is very first time I have ever written F/F and if it sucks let me know. Now on with the show. "Buffy, I don't care what BRAD 'thinks' I am not going to 'THE" social event of the 'YEAR' with him. What would people say?" To any passer bye on the street, the tall woman seemed to have her cell phone surgically implanted to her ear. "No, I am 'NOT' going stag, what do you take me for? Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, just tell Brad that I....I..." The phone slipped gracefully to the ground, shattering as Stephanie McMahon stared at perfection. Walking down the sidewalk, coming towards her was pure beauty. The crowd seemed to part as the sultry blonde literally floated down the street. Steph felt her throat contract, her pulse quicken and her thighs tremble. Steph was ripped out of her shock by a deep voice beside her. "Ms.McMahon, are you alright?" Looking up she gaped at her driver, holding the limo door for her. "Yea...." Looking back, the blonde was gone. "Actually, no...take me home John." ****************** Stephanie sat in her room, the light's off, staring out the window. She couldn't seem to get that image out of her head. She thought she had been dreaming, but she couldn't seem to wake up. 'What's wrong, why an I this obsessed about someone, when I don't even know their name. Hel, I don't even know if their real.' Her mind screamed at her to get a grip, but she kept running that image over and over in her head. She was a vision, a dream, a beauty. Shoulder length blonde hair, falling over petite shoulders. Beautiful face, and angel. Bright eye's, blue, deep, soulful. Curves and sways, almost feline in walk. Black leather trench coat that seemed to frame her body, billowing out in a cascade. Tight lace shirt, barely concealing ample, firm, buoyant breast's, and a flat muscular tummy. Her legs, oh god, her legs went on forever. Stephanie heard herself moan, and gasped as the thought of the mysterious woman sent her into a head spinning arousal. Her parents and older brother had gone ahead to the party, she had fained sickness. Quickly grabbing a faded pair of jeans and sweat shirt, she wrapped her hair in a loose twist and made her way down to the garage. "I need some air." ************* Her parents hated the fact that she owned a motorcycle, but then, that's why she owned it. Plus, the raw power exhilarated her. The wind in her hair, whipping around her, soothing and stinging her. The rev of the engine, the power between her legs. It excited her, trilled her, intoxicated her. Driving down the street, maneuvering in and out of traffic, going places cars couldn't. It was freedom. Freedom from everything. ************* Pulling into central park, Stephanie knew that it was probably not the brightest idea to go there after dark. But she liked the park and she needed to clear her head and think. Walking down the dirt path, she didn't see the set of malicious eyes watching her, she didn't see the evil glare cast her way. Stephanie walked through Central Park, not really watching or caring where she was going. She just need to clear her head. She didn't see the dark man following her, watching her. She didn't see the glint of the blade as it flashed in the moon light. She sis, however feel it when it pressed sharply into her back. "Hello, pretty-pretty. How are you?" Stephanie wanted to scream but her breath left her as hard lips came down on her. She tried to pull away, gasping and hitting, but she was held tight. She could taste old liquor, stale cigarettes and a taste like burning pine. She tried to fight as she was pushed to the ground but she felt the sharp point of the blade against her stomach. She closed her eye's screaming out in her mind. She heard a rustle of noise, felt a violent jerk, and then her assaulter was gone. Opening her eye's she gasped. There, standing over her, helping her to sit up was her goddess. She smiled softly, and all Stephanie could do was cry. It was the first reaction that assaulted her, even though she wished the tears would stop. She didn't want to seem the helpless woman...though it was obvious she was. "It's ok, my boys are taking care of him." Trish's voice was like smooth honey and it rolled over Stephanie, comforting her. Stephanie clung to the beauty, holding fast. "Thank you." Finally the tears seemed spent, and Stephanie allowed herself to be helped to her feet. "It's alright, I'm glad we were here to help." Trish extended her hand in greeting. "My name is Trish, Trish Stratus." Stephanie took the offered hand, smiling at the warmth and sensual strength they held. Looking over Trish's shoulder she saw two men drag off the would be attacker. "The blonde's Test and The bigger guy is Albert, their my boys." Trish smiled fondly. "Now what were you doing out here, you don't seem the type to hang in the park after dark...if you catch my drift." Stephanie tried to answer but no matter how she tried, no noise would come out. "Are you ok?" Trish placed a gentle hand on Stephanie's shoulder and Stephanie just sighed. Finally gathering her voice she looked down at the slightly smaller woman. "I'm sorry....i normally don't come here, not at night...I....I just need to clear my head....this is where I come to think." Steph knew how silly it sounded. "I'm glad i was here, we were here." "My name is Stephanie....Thank you." Trish just waved a hand dismissing, waving away any thanks. "No, really thank you, let me pay you back." Stephanie's mind raced quickly, trying to find a way to keep the blonde close to her for as long as possible. "It's ok, I don't need anything. YOu don't get paid for a good deed." Trish looked at the tall brunette and smiled, obviously way out of her element. She had see this woman on the street earlier that day, getting ready to get into a limo. She never expected to see her on Central Park, after dark. "My father's rich. Anything, name it, it's yours." Stephanie smiled, trying to convince and woo with her cash...it had always worked before. "Sorry, don't want any money..." "You can stay at my families house, there plenty of room." "I don't think there's room for everyone." Trish smiled as her friends came out from the dark, led by a tall dark man with flaming red hair and green eyes. "But if you want to pay me back, meet me here at noon tomorrow...don't bring a cell phone, a pager, a check book, or credit cards...don't bring any cash, or anybody else.....just bring yourself." Trish smiled as she backed away towards her group of friends, her blond hair swaying on her shoulders as she walked. "Austin." Stephanie jumped slightly at the dark mans deep voice. "Escort the young lady back to her bike." A shorter compact, bald man stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, steering her towards her bike. Getting on and starting the engine, Stephanie looked back towards Trish, and saw the dark sultry look in her eyes. SHe couldn't wait till noon, and she kicked her bike into gear, speeding home. Stephanie woke early the next morning, before either her father or her mother. Rushing to get dresses, she looked at all her stylish, fashionable clothes and then back at her worn pair of jeans. She remembered what Trish had said about no money, and slid the jeans over her hips. Pulling out a plain grey tank top, she brushed her hair and walked out of her room. Stopping in the kitchen to grad some toast, she saw Shane sitting at the breakfast bar. "Well good morning, don't you look absolutely stunning today." "Oh stick a sock in it, their not up yet." Steph stuck her tongue out at her older brother. "Why are you up so early?" He just smiled and shrugged. "I always get up this early, what about you?" He took in the casualness of her dress and realized something was up. "Meeting a secret lover, that will no doubt shame the family...." He loved joking with her, but as he saw the blush creep to her face he realized how close to the mark he was. "You are? Who???" "You don't know her, I met her last night." "Her? Yep, they're going to freak." Shane just shook his head. It was no small secret between the two of them, that both enjoyed spending company with the same sex. The only problem being that if their parents ever found out they would be disowned. "Can I Meet her? You know I have to approve...especially after that last one...Kitty." "No, she said to meet her alone at central park...and your not invited." Swallowing the last of her orange juice, Steph headed for the door. Shane jumped to stand in her way. "Nu uh, I meet her and approve or I tell mom and dad what your up to, it's for your own good." "I'll tell them about Paul." If he wanted to play, she could play. "I'll tell them about Kitty and your little trip to the 'seminar'." "Damn...alright...but don't embarass me." Stephanie had to admit defeat. She just wanted to get to the park to meet Trish. "Would I do that?" ********************* Pulling into Central Park, Steph parked her bike and waited for Shane to dismount. "God, i got to get me one of these." "Sure, then we could both give mom and dad heart attacks." Shane looked around, not noticing anyone inparticular. "So what does dream date look like." Glansing back at his sister he found her staring off in trance. Walking towards them was a young vivasious blonde, a slight swing to her hips and a light to her eyes. Shane considered her a moment, noting her beauty but also the easy way in which she carried herself. She was stuffy looking, uptight or 'wealthy'. Though there was something about her, a life...a light, a magnetism. The young woman walked up to Stephanie, took her hand and kissed the knuckles softly. "I'm glad you made it." Looking at Shane she smiled. "Hello." Shane smiled, lready warming to the pretty woman. "Hello, I'm Shane, Stephainie's brother, and you are?" He reached out his hand, which she took in turn, smiling even brighter. "Trish, I wasn't expecting anyone else to come." "I just came to meet you and to give Stephanie my approval." HE stood back and seemed to examine Trish, looking he up and down and creasing his eyebrows iconcentration. "Alright, you pass." Stephanie just glared at Shane, breaking into nervous giggles as Trish laughed. "Thank you. I'm glad I meet your aproval. If I knew you were coming I would have fixed more food, but Ionly have enough for two, I planned on a picnic." See looked apoligetically at the handsome young man then smiled. "My friends are over there, why don't I intrduce you so won't be bored." Shane nodded, and taking Stephanies hand in her's she led the two to her group of friends. **************** Trish stretched out on her blanket, enjoying the lazy feeling of just sitting and talking. She continually stole glances at Steph, noting the way she sat, the way her hair fell around her shoulders. The way her jeans hugged her slim hip, molding to her. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched Steph's chest rise and fall with every breath. 'She's beautiful.' Trish had seen the way Stephanie had looked at her on the street the previous day. Had considered it fate that she and her boys had come to he 'rescue', but why. Why this girl? Why her, why here, why now? Trish had lived her life with ease, carefree and wild. Goingo where the wind blew and damn the concequenses. Steph changed that, she wanted the woman around. She wanted to make sure she was safe. After her boy's had discarded of the wouldbe attacker and Trish had held Steph in her arms, comforting her...She had felt a need, a warmth she couldn't describe. She wanted more. "How long have you been in New York?" Trish was brought out of her thoughts by Stephaine's gentle voice. "Two days, we're leaving tomorrow." Trish saw Stephanie's face fall, saw disapointment settle in her lovely eyes. Maybe she felt it too. "But you just got here." Stephanie didn't want Trish to leave, she wanted to get to know the beautiful blonde better. They had been sitting in Central Park, for nearly two hours nad it was th best time Stephanie had had in a long time. She didn't want to let go of that feeling. "We have to make it to Maine by next week, Taker lined up jobs for us during the summer and we really need the money." "If that's all, I can give you money...how much do you need?" She knew it was probably dumb to ask and her father would killher but damn it...she wanted Trish to stay in New York. Trish just smiled. "No, I don't money, I earn it." She watched as Stephanie lowered her eyes in shame. "But thank you...it was a sweet offer." "When are you leaving?" There was a slight catch in her voice and a sadness in her eyes. "Around eight tomorrow morning." Trish took her hand, drawing her close and kissed her lips softly. "Let's not waist any time being sad." The Ministry of Darkness all sat on blankets in the park, they talked and laughed, just enjoying a break from moving and life. "Ummm, guys?" As if one, they all turned to look at Trish as she came out of a group of tree's. "Does this look ok?" She stood there waiting their approval. "Holy..." was the only word uttered as they all stared at the beauty before them. Her hair was done up in an elaborate twist, small curls framing her beautiful face. She wore a black v-neck, silk blouse, that hugged her chest and accentuated her tiny waist. The skirt, if you could call it that, was black leather, with only enough material to keep it from being illegal. Stopping at her upper thigh, it left most of her legs bare. finishing the look with a pair of 4 inch stiletto heels, her legs seemed to go on forever. "Um, Trish....it's nice you dressed up and all but why?" "I have a date and I want to look perfect." She smiled as several people blushed as they caught themselves looking too long, too hard. "I take it my appearance passes your approval?" Test just smiled. "Stephanie will absolutely love it." He was happy for his young friend. She was having a good time with someone she was attracted to and Steph seemed a good and decent person. "Where ya going?" Trish just shrugged, "Not really sure, Steph said she was paying and that it was fancy but not too. Somewhere nice I guess." Just then Stephanie came walking up to the crowd and another collective gasp could be heard. She wore a long form fitting silk slip dress, her hair loose around her shoulders. She wore no makeup or jewelry to take away from her natural beauty. Walking up she took Trish's hand and pulled her into a passionate kiss. The men just stared as two beautiful young women lost themselves in the moment. As the kiss ended, Stephanie pulled away and looked at Trish. "You look lovely, ready to go?" Trish nodded and they turned to walk to where Stephanie's limo was waiting. "Oh, Steve," Stephanie pause to address the bald short man in the group. "Shane wanted to me to tell you he had to stop by the office and he may be a little late but no more than an hour. He's looking forward to your date." She smiled as a slight blush crept up the mans face. ****************** Stephanie sat in the limo, slowly sipping a glass of champagne. "So where are we going?" Stephanie was transfixed as Trish slowly raised her own glass to her lips. "Um...well I got us a suite at the Waldorf Astoria and thought we might just order room service...unless you want to go out somewhere." Stephanie couldn't seen to take her eye's off of Trish's mouth as she darted her tongue out, licking her full lips "That sounds goos..."Trish watched as Stephanie took another sip from her glass. "As long as we can have strawberries and whipped cream for dessert." She laughed softly as Stephanie almost choked on her champagne. Taking he glass from Stephanie's shaking hand, she leaned in close. "Oh look, you spilled a drop." Quickly flicking out her tongue, she licked a small drop of liquid from Stephanie's lips. Stephanie shuddered, pulling Trish against her, crushing their breast together. Through the thin material of their dresses she could feel the heat of Trish's body and ran her hand down her back. The champagne forgot, the women lost themselves in a passionate, deep kiss. They didn't notice when the limo stopped, only pulling apart when a soft knock on the door was heard. "I think we're here." Stephanie's voice shook and her eye's held desire and want. The two women allowed the drive to open the door and they walked arm in arm into the grand hotel. ********************* Walking into expensive suite, Trish marvelled at the beauty and grandness of it. She was impressed that the young woman with her could afford such a place but looking at her and spending time with her, she knew Stephanie didn't particularly like the wealth. It was convenient and a part of her life but something she was particularly proud of. Looking at her now, standing in the middle of the large living room of the suite, she wondered how she had become so lucky as to meet her. She wondered again at what had brought her out to the park that late at night. She was just glad that she and her 'boys' had been there to help her. "So, Strawberries and whipped cream.... anything else?" Stephanie walked over to the phone, picking it up and waiting for the clerk to answer. Trish, walking up behind her and wrapped her slinder arms around Steph's wait just contending herself with the taste of her neck. "Nope, that and you should fill me up." The phone slipped from Stephanie's grasp as she turned in Trish's embrace. Their lips found each other immediately, coming together and mating in reckless abandon. Stephanie trailed her hand up Trish's arm to the back of her head, holding her as her tongue explored and tasted. Slowly she maneuvered then both into the large bedroom area, gently laying back on the bed and pulling Trish to lie on top of her. Trish straddled Stephanie's hips, lowering her lips to that sweet mouth once more. Stephanie sighed as she felt Trish's weight above her. This is what she wanted, what she needed, what she craved for. Feeling Trish slowly work the straps of her dress down, she felt the cool touch of her lips on her collar bone. Trish slowly made her way down Stephanie's body, revealing and inch at a time. She gently laved the exposed flesh with her tongue and mouth, tasting every inch of her. Gently sliding the silk fabric over her full breasts, Trish slid her hand over the delicate nipples, causing then to harden and Stephanie's body to arch. Slowly, Trish brought her lips to one delicate bud, taking it into her mouth and sucking gently. Her other hand molding and carressing. Stephanie moaned and shivered as Trish worked over her breasts. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. The love and gentleness shown to her took her breath away. Trish continued to slowly torture her. Reaching out a hand, Steph tried to unbutton Trish's blouse, only to have it pushed away. "Later..." and she pushed Stephanie's dress lower, exposing her flat stomach. Trailing her lips down, she focus on her slight belly button, cause a small giggle to escape Stephanie's lips. "Mmmm, ticklish, I'll have to remember that." The dress slipped lower still, Trish Finally ridding Stephanie of the cool fabric. Slipping from the bed, Trish lay the dress over a chair then turned to look at her soon to be lover. Slowly she began to sway her hips to an unheard song. quick fingers unbuttoned her own blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. Stephanie stared in fascination as Trish gave her her own private strip show. Her lace bra quickly followed, giving Steph her first look at Trish's full heavy breast's, the nipples standing erect in the cool air. The leather skirt quickly found it's way to the growing pile of clothes at Trish's feet, followed lastly by her lace panties. Steph looked at the magnificents of her body, not feeling shy about her own nudity. It all felt comfortable, easy....right. Opening her arm, Stephanie beckoned Trish to join her on the massive bed. Wrapping her arms around the smaller woman, Stephanie sighed as she felt the cool heat of their bodies together. She knew that Trish was leaving in the morning, but she just wanted to concentrate on the time they had together. Their love making was slow and gentle. Starting with a passion filled kiss, Trish let her hands roam Stephanie's body, becoming still on her hips. Stephanie's hands gently stroked Trish's back, feeling her shudder with desire. Slowly Trish brought her hand to rest on the inside of Stephanie's thigh. That small touch brought a gasp to Stephanie's lips and she spread her legs wide. With delicate finger's, Trish traced small patterns, inching her way closer and closer to Stephanie's desire. Gently Trish ran her finger's through the curls at the apex of Stephanie's thighs, dipping a finger inside of her, brushing over her clit. Stephanie's eyes jerked open as those feather light touches cause electric shocks to jolt her. She cried out as Trish took a nipple back into her mouth and slowly started to message her clit, pinching it softly between her finger. Thrish could feel the shivers running through out Stephanie's legs as they wrapped around her. Slipping two fingers into her, she messages and scissored her fingers, finding her g-spot and pushing against it. "Oh, god....Trish.....baby...please..." Stephanie's head thrashed as she felt her release roll into her. Trish, abandoning Stephanie's breast, captured her lips in a lingering kiss. Stephanie moaned into Trish's mouth and her legs clamped down on her hand as she climaxed, pushed over the edge by Trish's talented fingers. Panting, Stephanie crushed Trish's body to her own. "That was....wow..." she didn't have words to describe it. "Thank you." "Your welcome....now go to sleep." Trish kissed her nose softly as Stephanie's eyes drifted shut. "But I want to...." "Shh, I'm fine...go to sleep." Trish was just happy holding the sedated beauty in her arms. Her only regret was that she would have to leave in the morning. Stephanie woke early the next morning, a feeling of total realization sweeping over her. Looking down, she gazed at the beautiful woman in her arms. He heart ached at the thought of Trish leaving, but she knew she had to. Trish wouldn't fit in to her high society life, hell she wasn't she she fit in herself. She knew Trish needed the room to roam, to find her own place in the world. She need time to discover life. Stephanie only wished she had that opportunity. Kissing Trish's forehead, she climbed out of bed, careful not to wake her. Life was different, it had changed. The thought of dealing with her snobby friends, people who were only there to be seen with her or to try and get at her brother, made her nauseous. The parties were mundane and a mockery of wealth. She hated her life, pretending to be someone she wasn't to keep tabloids at bay. The horrendously uncomfortable clothes she had to wear, because it was the fashion of the minute and she could be seen in 'nothing less'. She had tried so many ways of breaking out. Martial Arts lessons, though they obviously had come in handy. The motorcycle, sneaking out to go to rancid clubs and rat traps. Her liaisons with the staff and 'friends'. Nothing had helped ease the emptiness of her life, it had clouded it, made it appear less, but at the end of the night, when she was alone in her room, it came back. Looking at Trish sleeping peacefully, she envied her life...she was free. She didn't worry about what the press was going to write about her next. She didn't put up with false people, or pretending smiles. She was pure and good and everything Stephanie wanted in life an in love. And she was leaving. Running her hand over the mini-bar, she felt her hand come into contact with a cold metal, she heard the tinkle of keys. Looking down she saw her house keys, the key to her motorcycle resting on top. A slow smile crossed her face, a twinkle of thought flashed in her eyes. She quickly scrawled a note, got dressed and left. She had to hurry, she had a plan. ***************** Sneaking up to her room wasn't a problem, she had ample experience at that. Opening her door she jumped in surprise, nearly screaming out. Catching herself she put a hand to her chest and breathed a sigh. "Damn it Shane, don't do that." She quickly walked to her closet and grabbed her empty gym bag. "What are you doing here?" "Wanted to see how your date went." He looked tired but he wore a lazy gin. "Probably as good as yours." As she spoke\e she reached into her dresser, grabbing a few t-shirts and sweaters, stuffing them in the bag. "You like her?" She stopped, thinking of her goddess, thinking of her decision that was still fresh in her mind. She smiled, a far away look in her eye's "Yea." "Ok," he reached behind the bed and picked up his own bag. "Let's go." She just stared at him. "Wha....Shane, what about..." and she realized that he had known all along that she was going to leave, "Why?" "I can't let my baby sister go off on her own, what would the big brothers league say?" He smiled fondly at her. "You don't have to do this to protect me. You like this life why would you give it up?" She continued to pack her bag, grabbing her wallet and stuffing it into her pocket. "Well, yea I do, but maybe I found something I like better than this life...maybe I want more." His eye's held the look of new love as well and she knew he was doing this for himself as well, which was a better reason. "They're going to freak, you know that right?" She nodded her head in the direction of her parent's room. "They'll get over it. I already left a note and explained...I think mom will be cool, dad may have a coronary but he'll live." Steph just smiled as they both walked out of her room, bags in hand and headed down for the garage. ******************* Trish walked into he park, her head hung low. She had been hoping to at least say goodbye to Stephanie, but instead woke up to an empty bed. She didn't know why but she felt betrayed...used...she didn't understand. She thought Stephanie was different than just a one night stand. She thought they had shared something special. But why was she feeling so....heartbroken. "Hey girl, how was your night?" Test came up to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She turned in his arms, tears stinging her eye's. "I don't want to talk about it." She felt used and betrayed and didn't want to face anyone right now. "Damn, and I thought you had a good time." Trish's head snapped up at that lovely voice, the laughter underlying the love. She stared at Stephanie, dressed in tight blue jeans, boots, tight t-shirt and leather jacket. She saw Shane sitting on Austin's bike, his arms draped around the man. Stephanie sat on her bike, waiting patiently as realization hit Trish. She saw Trish eye her bag and then look up with wide eye's at her. "I was hoping you would want to ride with me." Trish couldn't move as it finally sank in. Stephanie hadn't just left, she had gone to get her things to surprise her, and surprise her she did. Her heart leapt and she let out a squeal of pure happiness, running to Steph and pulling her into a fierce hug. "I thought...I mean.." "Sorry I left this morning, I had to get a few things, and grab my bike." Trish just smiled as Stephanie lowered her lips into a kiss. "Alright folk, time to roll." Taker kicked his massive bike into life, signalling their departure. Trish climbed on behind her lover, wrapping her arms tight around her small waist. As the Ministry pulled out onto the busy road and head out of New York, Stephanie smiled, she finally had what she had always wanted. She had love, family....and freedom...and she found it all in the pretty blond who held her so tight. She had found her happiness. The End Look for the more in depth story of Shane called Stone Cold Love.