Shattered And Broken (Layla/Maryse)

Layla sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that week as the tears began to flood her eyes once more, ruining her mascara. She couldn't believe things had come to this. Exactly one week ago, Layla had defeated her former bff, Michelle McCool, forcing her out of the WWE. She hated having to do it. She and Michelle had been so happy, they were the perfect team. Now...Michelle was gone, and Layla's soul was shattered..

Maryse sighed as she walked into the Diva's locker room, wanting to grab her stuff and just get out of the arena. She was tired. Ted was wearing her out... the annoying little rich kid. She frowned as she saw Layla on the bench, tears in her eyes. "Miss Layla, what is wrong?" She asked in her thick accent.

"It's about Extreme Rules, I didn't want to defeat Michelle. Why did they do this? We were so happy." Layla sobbed.

Maryse felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't do wella round people who were crying. But nonetheless, she sat next to Layla and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "It's okay, Layla. It;s how this business works. Nothing lasts forever, You'll both do well on your own, I'm sure of it." She assured.

"I...I don't know if I'm good enough on my own, Michelle helped me win a lot."

"I think your are, Layla. And if not... well we can tag. I miss tag teaming to be honest with you..." Maryse trailed off, sighing slightly. Anything to get out of this Ted storyline. And Layla was a heel as well. They'd go good together.

"You do? Really?" She asked, her tone brightening a little.

Maryse nodded. "Oui. I hate my storyline with Ted. I'd rather have a tag team partner any day." She said, flipping her hair and crossing her legs. "We are both heel, no? We'd be a great tag team." She smiled.

"Yeah, we would. As a matter of fact, we'd be flawless." She giggled.

Maryse shook her head. "No, now darling. We'd be... sexy." She smirked. "Now, if you do not mind, I must go take shower." She said, carelessly stripping out of her cloths as she headed towards the showers.

Layla couldn't help but blush as she saw this.

Maryse felt eyes on her body, and turned to see Layla staring. "You like what you see?" She purred. No doubt she found Layla attractive. Hell, just the sight of the other woman made her wet.

"Yes...I...I do..." Layla whispered, unknowingly getting wet from the sight of Maryse naked.

Maryse smiled and started to rub her nipples. "You like watching watching me do that, Miss Elle?" She whispered, her French accent thick with lust. She was dripping wet as she rubbed her thighs together slightly.

She moaned softly. "Yes Maryse...I do. Very much."

Maryse smirked and reached down between her legs, starting to rub herself. "How about this? Does it get you turned on?" She purred.

She could only nod, feeling herself get wet.

Maryse smirked and sat down in a chair, spreading her legs wide. "Then get over here and show me how much you like it." She purred, wanting Layla's mouth on her puss. She was so turned on, it almost ached.

Layla eagerly complied as she eagerly ran over to her.

Maryse smiled, tilting her head back as she waited for Layla's tongue.

She very lightly licked the French woman's clit.

Maryse shivered, moaning softly. She but her lip. It felt so good. "More..." SHe moaned.

She nodded, licking a little deeper.

Maryse threw her head back, her wetness almost dripping out of her at this point. "Layla...." She moaned, squirming her hips a little.

"Yes Maryse?" She asked softly.