AUTHORS NOTE:
This is my first fan-fiction attempt so if you're gonna bite - buy me dinner first otherwise I won't put out. Since I don't live in the US, the spelling is that of the "Queen's English" (so says Wade) so I hope that doesn't bother any readers.
Funnily enough I started off with a nicer story but had a crazy dream and well here we are.
I do not own the character Wade Barrett or Heath or Paul. I somewhat own the female character but only because no-one else wanted her.
ENJOY!
I told her she should watch the show tonight. She looked at me reluctantly, questioning my reason. I told her not to worry. If someone asked, just say you belonged to the tech. She nodded, not being able to look me straight in the eye. I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back and roughly kissed her on the mouth. Her lips parted and obliged. I threw her back and climbed out of her bunk. I didn't dare look back at her.
It was pouring outside and the event manager rushed to the WWE crew bus door with an umbrella to escort me inside. We were halfway through the show when she decided to appear. She stood to the side of the ring among the masses. Hair messed and mascara only just bleeding underneath her eyes. She was absolutely drenched. I told one of the crewmembers during a promo to give her a towel. He winked at me as if he knew something. I told him I didn't know her.
We were in New York. Show at the Madison Square Garden. We had press conferences, photo shoots and mindless TV interviews all day long. I told her she could sight see. One of the only things I remember about her is her love of one day seeing New York. Her eyes brightened. I read her expression and blatantly told her No. No, sweetheart, I'm not going to fucking sight see with you. She shook on her winter coat, hurt. Be back before six, I told her and left.
She shrunk into the darkness, shivering as the crewmember threw the towel in her direction. She shook her head to decline. He told her it was from me. She sat down; towel wrapped around her shoulders and didn't say a word. Not to him, not to anyone. Good, I thought quickly before disappearing into my entrance.
I took my jacket off; the girls in the crowd screamed at this manoeuvre. I fucking loved it. I flexed my arms letting my pecks dance and showing pure brawn. That sent them into a craze. Thinking of how many of them would die to open their legs for me drove me crazy. The rush of fucking every single one of them surged up my legs, into my abdomen and burst out through my actions. I screamed at them. They screamed words back at me. The look of elation on their faces. They had no idea.
They were crying, they were fighting and they were begging and pleading. They had lost their control. I almost couldn't control myself. I glanced over once more to see her eyes follow my every movement. Yeah, I had her again. She couldn't fucking resist.
I winked in her direction and got a tiny smile in return. She bit her lip, she thought I couldn't see. She wanted it.
I grabbed the microphone, displaying my superior intellect and humoured the hysterical, hormonal girls into believing I was their dream man. If only they knew. Two girls in the front row lower their tops, revealing cleavage that had my name printed across. The cameras miss it by a mere second. I couldn't help but let my hand wonder down my stomach while staring directly at their face. They began to cry, I couldn't help but laugh,
I threw whatever rubbish was left into the crowd. They couldn't stop screaming. I shouted how much I despised them and a chorus chimed in and said they loved me. I threw the microphone across the ring. They prayed loudly for me to come back.
A crewmember placed a towel over my shoulders, handed a bottle of water to me and praised my talents endlessly. Thank you, I would say. I do it for the art of wrestling, for the fans, I would reply. I think that's so refreshing, they would say. It's all bullshit. Every athlete who hasn't sold his soul to the devil says that. I wouldn't say I have a soul; after all, I am the Devil.
I paused to take a drink and to see where she was. She had gone. The show was now over. Of course, fans would probably be lining up now. I didn't want them to see her.
Every time she watched our show, she left before any evidence of her presence could be proven. This is why she was perfect. She didn't exist in my world. Not according to anyone else.
An hour later, I slowly walked over to the crew's bus. It was still pouring. I waved the manager on. No, don't wait for me. It's all right; I'll make my own way over. Really, I don't want to leave just yet. I'll meet you later. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to enjoy the rain. It felt warm yet the temperature had dropped. I was revitalised.
The bus was empty. Dark except for a lone light down the end. Heath and Paul had left without me. Gone to the after parties. Gone to fuck socialites. Be back later, I read on my phone. Wish you were here, one said. I don't want tanned, plastic pussy tonight, I replied. You enjoy it for the both of us. I didn't get a reply back.
I followed the thin stream of light. Who's there? I asked out loud. I knew who was there. She was always there. Exactly where I wanted her. It's just me, she said back.
I glided through the entrance of the back room. The entire space was lit with horrific brightness. Fluorescents. There she stood, flawless. Beautiful olive skin, taut and perfect. There, only a laced bra and denim skirt covered the rest. Her back to me, looking at her reflection in the wall width mirror. She was fixing her makeup. Why, I thought. It'll be no use after we're done here. She smiled at me, lips red and cheeks flushed from the cold.
Nice show, she said. Looking at me through her reflection. Her eyes had turned hazel. They did that sometimes. I didn't say anything back to her. Just looked at the form of her body. Her fucking soft body. Her brown hair was wet from the rain. She ran her fingers through its length, as if knowing what I was admiring.
Silence was all there was between us. She looked afraid.
I peeled my jacket off and left its damp heap on the floor. I walked over to her. Right behind her. She looked up at us in the mirror, startled. But I could see through her piercing eyes that she was expectant. She knew what was going to happen. She knew what I wanted.
I wrapped my fingers around the bones of her hips, pulling her closer into my bare stomach. Do you know how much I fucking love your hips, I whispered against the skin of her shoulder. She didn't say anything, just closed her eyes. I watched as my gentle breath aroused her skin to shiver.
You were amazing tonight, she mumbled. I looked up into her reflection. She was struggling to open her eyes. I'm glad you enjoyed it, I once again whispered. I started to pepper her neck with soft kisses. Her arms dropped behind her as her slender hands found my thighs, gripping them with desperation.
I whispered in her ear very softly and very slowly. I whispered how much I wanted to fuck her the entire time I was in the ring. How I wanted to fill her up. How I wanted to make her scream. How every time a girl in the crowd would eye fuck me, I imagined her coming on me again and again.
Her knees trembled. She shivered. I could tell she was cold but as my hands explored around her lower stomach, her skin became burning hot.
With one hand stabilised on her hip, the other slid between her skin and skirt as I travelled down to find a small triangle of laced material covering what I was after. I tsk under my breath. What have I told you about this, I rumbled against her neck. I don't like it when I'm shielded against what I want. What is it that you want, she asked. Her voice low, not even trying to hide how excited she had become.
I gripped her hip as my hand crawled underneath the fabric. My finger circulated over her clit. Her breathing became shallow as her head rested against my shoulder. Two fingers began teasing her as my movements became faster and harder. An inaudible word came out of her mouth. Her excitement was building. I could feel her pulse under my fingers. It literally pounded through the delicate flesh.
My fingers wandered once more, going deeper to what I was looking for. She was soaked. The heat rising from between her legs was like a fucking fire. I wandered over the wet skin and teased. Played. Gently stroked and roamed. She begged. Fuck, did she beg. It was only in these moments that she talked much. I felt her legs close rapidly, trapping my hand where she desperately needed it.
Fuck me, she replied. Her legs eased. One finger entered her, as her body was almost relieved and clenched at the same time. Quickly after, a second and then third finger was in. They pumped. In and out. The wetness around my fingers increased. I was the only one to get her this wet.
Look up, I told her. Her head continued to lean on my shoulder for support, eyes closed. Pleasure all over her face. Fucking look up, I repeated louder. There we were, our reflection. Look at yourself, I commanded her again. A moan escaped her lips. She just stood there and watched. Watched herself getting finger fucked. Watched as she continued to watch my hand pump in and out of her. I looked up at myself and looked almost like a dark angel, tempting the prey in front of me to surrender.
She started to shake. She was close. Only I could get this reaction out of her. She obeyed. Still looking at our image in the mirror. She shifted her gaze to the reflection of my face. I smiled and bit down hard on her shoulder. She screamed in pleasure. I lapped at the mark and moved once more. I bit down, harder, breaking the skin on her neck. Cliché as I knew it was. The pain pushed her over the edge. Her hips fucked my fingers as she came all over my hand.
I pulled out of her tight channel. My hand drenched. She wobbled at the loss of my body's support and just stood, looking at me through the mirror. For once, I couldn't tell what she was trying to say through her eyes. I wiped my hand on my pants and stood over once more. I leant over, covering her lips with mind. I stood there, taking savage advantage of her mouth. When we parted, her lips were chapped and swollen.
Clean yourself up, I whispered. I'm going to bed.