This is a very short and sweet one-shot! Hope you like it!
Own WWE I do not. :D
A Monday morning before RAW was aired, Randy Orton and Stacy Keibler were sitting together on a hill. The Legend Killer was absentmindedly playing with the long blades of grass. The pretty Diva was hugging her knees and staring at the sky. Silence filled the air.
A jet suddenly streaked over them, shattering the silence for a moment. Then, like a ripple in the water, the sound of it faded and stillness prevailed again.
Stacy kept looking in the direction the plane had gone. "I wish I had a jet," she said, her chocolate brown eyes fixed in the same direction.
"Why?" Randy asked her, averting his attention from the wild weeds.
"Because it can fly gracefully through the air," Stacy replied, her expression the same.
"I'd fly for you," Randy said, getting up; he spread his tattooed arms and walked in circles, muttering a sound that Stacy assumed was supposed to sound like a jet. She ignored him, no matter how foolish he looked, her eyes still gazing at the clouds.
"Then I could dive in and out of the clouds," Stacy said.
"Aren't you satisfied with the early morning mist?" Randy asked, sitting back down beside her. He tried to finger the fine, damp fog.
"I could hear the wind rushing past me as I fly," Stacy went on dreamily.
"What's wrong with the breeze here?" Randy asked her, closing his blue eyes to fully appreciate the air running its fingers over his handsome face.
"I'd be able to touch the stars!" Stacy persisted.
"We could catch the falling stars!" Randy shot back, throwing his hands in the air as if he expected one to descend that very moment.
"And I could meet exciting and interesting people from all over the world!" Stacy continued stubbornly.
"How about the people who care about you?" Randy queried, jealous. He poked her cheek with the tip of his finger.
For once, Stacy took her eyes off the sky and looked at Randy. He stared at her tenderly, then smiled.
He leaned in close to her and kissed her, and she kissed him back without hesitation. They held onto each other like that for a moment. When they both let go, their faces were flushed, but they didn't mind.
Then Stacy asked him a question, a bit timidly. "Are you saying I should be content?"
Randy grinned. "Yes. And if you ever forget, I'll just have to remind you."
"In the same way?"
He nodded.
Stacy hugged her knees again and stared at the sky once more. Another jet flew over them.
Then Stacy giggled. "I wish I had a jet."
D: the end :D
