Title: Flawless

By: Shannygoat

Rating: NC-17, strong sexual content, adult themes, language, violence

Characters: Dave Batista, Triple H, Randy Orton, Ric Flair, Chris Jericho, John Cena, Eddie Guerrero, Rey Mysterio

Summary: This is the Prequel to Perfect. Neither Dave Batista nor Britain Weis were looking for love. But can they deny it when they both find what they thought they didn't want in each other?

Disclaimer: I do not know or own any of the people in this story who are not born of my imagination. The characters of the WWE superstars are loosely based off of thier tv personas and I do not have permission to use them in my fiction. The are owned by themselves and managed by Vince McMahon. I also do not intend any disrespect to the memory or family of Eddie Guerrero. I respected him and I am honored to use his character in my story. Thanks for not sewing.

A/N 1: When I think of how Britain and Dave met, it reminds me of 9 1/2 Weeks. So be warned, there will be a lot of sex in this story. As most of you know, I try not to write really graphic sex scenes. There are certain words that I don't use...well I will if the character is saying the word, but not to describe sex. But even though they'll be getting busy, they will have a plot, I promise. I always saw them as really lustful before they get to know each other and the lust fades and turns into passion. I hope I can pull that off. Here we go...

When Dave Met Britain

Fucking photo shoots…this is such a fucking waste of time. That is exactly how Dave Batista felt every time he had to give up a Saturday. Being a WWE Superstar on the rise definitely had its downfalls. Sure the job was great, finally after years of body building, his muscles were coming in handy; he got to travel the world over, had countless women throwing themselves at him night after night, more money than he could ever dream of making…but this fucking photo shoot shit wasn't all it was cracked up to be. As he stood in the same spot, watching the bright light of the flash go off in his eyes for what seemed like an eternity, he found himself getting more pissed by the minute. I swear if he needs to change that fucking film again, I'm gonna kill somebody.

This was the stupidest thing he had ever done in his life. They had him standing there in this insanely bright room, with his arms stretched out, wearing a pair of work out pants and nothing else. He felt like a slab of meat, watching the make-up woman and the photographer's assistant look at him. He could hear them whispering…they weren't even trying to be subtle. What the fuck does running my hand down my abs have to do with wrestling? He made a disgusted face as he slowly started to move his hands downward.

"That's lunch." He heard the photographer say. Dave had an attitude. This was bullshit. Here it was supposed to be the first day of his vacation…the first vacation he had taken in two years and he was stuck inside taking fucking pictures. He wasn't hungry, so why should he care that they all wanted a lunch break. Cursing to himself, Dave put on his shirt and walked out of the room.

As he approached the food table, he noticed a small crowd gathered at another door. Totally uninterested in anything that was happening in the studio, he studied the food on the table turning his lip up at the selection. Donuts, cake, carrot sticks, vitamin water…this selection sucked. As he made his way around the table, hoping the view of the food at a different angle would spark his appetite, he happened to look up.

She was wearing black stilettos and a black lace bra and panty set. He watched silently as she walked out of the room tying her robe that stopped just before her knee. She took long strides across the floor, her calf muscles flexing independently with each step she took. She was beautiful, stunning even. In all of 30 seconds, he memorized everything about her. She had long black hair that hung down to the small of her back, which she constantly tried to sling over her shoulder. She had the most beautiful skin tone; like caramel, only creamier, full lips – the bottom one was especially plump and high cheekbones. But the most striking feature were her eyes. He couldn't quite make out the color, but they were pale; the kind of eyes you would see on some kind of Antarctic canine, like a wolf.

She seemed completely oblivious to all of the men looking at her. He noticed how she ducked her head down a little as she fought with the tie on her robe. Quietly, she walked over to the table and grabbed a bottle of water. He wondered how long she had been trapped in that place and if she was as miserable about it as he was. The ringing of her phone made him snap out of his musings and he silently watched her answer it.

"Hello?" She answered the phone with a smile in her voice. Probably a boyfriend. He had successfully checked out her finger and noticed she wasn't wearing a ring. She's probably got a man Dave…always a day late and a dollar short. "Hey you…it's going ok, but why didn't you tell me I was working with Tyson? You know I hate working with that guy." She moved with a fluid grace, still paying no attention to anyone else in the room. "So what he's hot, I swear he takes every shoot as an opportunity to touch my ass. We're doing a fucking ad for cologne; I don't have cologne in my ass." Even though she sounded pissed, she still kept a smile on her face. "I know. You so owe me...that's why your the best agent in the world? Ok, I'll talk to you later."

She rounded the table to the same side he was on and started to lean over to grab a donut. "Sorry." She said with a smile when her hand brushed his. Finally she looked up at him and gave him a quizzical look. "You know, if you're going to stare, you could at least say hi." She whispered loudly, never losing that beautiful smile on her face.

Dave couldn't believe it; she had noticed him staring at her. He didn't even mean to stare; he was trying to figure out what color her eyes were. "Oh really?" He wanted to kick himself. He hadn't tried to pick up a woman in years. After his last divorce he had dated some and even had 2 semi-serious girlfriends, but all of those women had pursued him. What was he supposed to say? Since he couldn't think of anything good, he smiled and continued to stare at her.

"You still didn't speak." She bit her bottom lip and laughed when he smiled and cocked his head to the side. "You know that head turning thing? I can still see you blush." She was a feisty one, this woman with the beautiful eyes. There was something about her that he was instantly attracted to. It had been quite some time since he found himself interested in someone in more parts of his body than just his penis.

Dave shook his head and held out his hand. "Hi…I'm Dave." He closed his hand around hers softly and smiled when he noticed how her hand seemed to disappear in his. "And you are?"

For some reason, she had forgotten her name. Men didn't have this affect on her…not anymore; especially not pretty boys, and boy was he pretty. Most of the men she had met in her life, especially the pretty ones, had been real dicks. But there was something in the boyish way he cocked his head to the side to try to control his smile that was inviting. "Britain."

"Britain…we're ready for you." They heard a woman say, neither one of them letting go of the other's hand.

"I gotta go." She said nodding her head toward the voice. "It was nice meeting you Dave."

Dave smiled and reluctantly let go of her hand. "Would you like to have lunch?"

Britain laughed and pointed to the table. "I think we just did."

Great, you're fucking up Batista. "This hardly constitutes as lunch. Would you like to get a real meal?" Dave looked up and noticed a man standing in the doorway eyeing him. Britain must have noticed too because the look she gave him when she turned back around said that guy was the one who had a hard time keeping his hands off of her.

She shrugged. "I don't know how long I'm gonna be here." Lunch didn't sound that bad. At least if it was lunch, he wouldn't be expecting sex. Not that she would turn him down if he hinted toward it. She was interested if the package was as nice as the wrapping.

Gently, he took her other hand and removed her cell phone from it. He took the liberty of programming in his number and handing it back to her, never once taking his eyes off of her. "Call me when you're done and I'll pick you up."

Forward…I like that. She didn't say anything but smiled and turned back to go into her own studio. She noticed Dave walking behind her and she stopped when she heard his voice.

"Tyson? Good to meet you…Dave Batista." He shook hands with the young male model and trapped him in a man hug. Getting close to Tyson's ear, Dave leaned down to speak quietly. "If you touch the lady's ass again, I'll break your fucking hands." He smiled at Tyson and patted him on the back. As he turned to go back into his circle of hell, he winked at Britain and smiled when she smiled. That smile kept him from slaying someone through the rest of his photo shoot and he found that he couldn't wait for it to be over.

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Dave Batista was considered a man among men. He's the epitome of manliness, sexiness, fineness; he was arguably the sexiest man on the planet and he knew it. So why was he sweating bullets when his cell phone rang? She was just a woman, but good Lord, he couldn't tell his pulse that. As soon as he saw the number, a number that he wasn't familiar with, he knew it had to be her. He tried to play it cool; he took in a deep breath and hit the send button to connect the call.

"Hello?" He made sure his voice was extra deep when he answered. He was oozing sex over the phone.

Britain chuckled; this was going to be too easy. "Hi Dave? It's Britain." God, his voice is vibrating through the phone.

"Hey, how's it going?" Real smooth Dave.

"Good." This was awkward. Britain never had a problem talking to men. "I'm sorry it's so late, but we just finished. I know we missed lunch, but would you like to get dinner?"

Perfect. "No, I'm free. I was hoping you would call me." He looked around his room for the clock. "I don't really know much about Los Angeles, you have any suggestions?"

"Um, there's this good little Italian place, not to far from the studio. Or there's a Mexican spot on the Strip. What are you in the mood for?"

You. "Anything. I'm easy."

"I was hoping you'd say that." Shit. I didn't mean to say that out loud. "I mean, I like my men easy…shit…" She couldn't believe that she was tripping over her words. Britain did not stumble when it came to men. She was usually very forward and just went after what she wanted, but this guy was catching her off guard. "Ok, let's start over. What kind are food do you want to get?"

Dave couldn't stop laughing. At least he wasn't the only one that felt like a high schooler with a crush. "Whatever you decide. How about I pick you up in an hour and we'll figure it out."

"I'm staying at the Hilton in West Hollywood. It's a little out of the way, so how about I just meet you somewhere?" She held her breath. She hoped she didn't come off like she didn't trust him to pick her up. Actually she didn't trust herself. It had only been a few weeks since she vowed that she wasn't dating for at least a month. Over the weeks prior to that decision, she had at least two dates a week, all but three had ended up in one night stands. Her loins needed a break and so did her heart.

Dave sensed her hesitation, but always being the gentleman, he tried to ease her mind. "Look, it's just dinner. I'm on vacation alone and I really would like some company. I can pick you up, it's no problem. Besides, I think the drive to your hotel would probably calm my nerves." He decided honesty was to be his approach and was surprised when she gave him directions and her room number.

By the time he ended the call, he cursed himself for saying he'd be there in an hour. He still needed to shower and shave and find something to wear. For Dave to be a man's man, he was certainly a metrosexual. He took more time getting ready then most women. If it was one thing he prided himself on, it was his appearance. Unless he was going to the gym, he never walked out the door looking a hot mess; everything about him was always very well put together and carefully planned. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that clothes just hung on his body like a painted work of art.

After the fastest shower known to man and a shave that he would regret in the morning, Dave quickly dressed in black pants and a button down blue shirt. He opted for semi casual, not knowing which restaurant they were going to or how she would be dressed. Picking black Rockports to complete the ensemble, he grabbed his keys and his wallet and headed out to his rental.

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Britain stood in front of the full length mirror fastening her bra. She looked at her image and started talking to herself. "You are not going to fuck him. You are not going to fuck him. You are not going to fuck him." A little pep talk always did the trick, especially since some parts of her body didn't always listen. This was just dinner, not dinner and sex. Dick definitely isn't on the menu tonight.

She quickly dressed in a white and blue sun dress and found her strappy sling back sandals. Giving herself one final look in the mirror she heard a knock on the door. She held her breath as she opened the door and then her palms started to sweat. "Shit…this is gonna be harder than I thought." She wasn't sure if she said that out loud or not, but it was the truth. He looked like hot sex on a platter.

"Ok?" He looked confused. He wasn't sure what she was talking about, but if she was thinking what he was thinking, then he could understand. She looked absolutely beautiful. She had pulled her hair up, exposing just how long and elegant her neck was. She had these little hoop earrings in her ears that made him want to nibble on them. Just get through dinner. He didn't go on vacation to meet some chick and get all swept up, but damn…

Britain turned and grabbed her purse before walking out in the hallway. "Sorry…so did you decide what you wanna eat?"

"Mexican sounds good."

I'm part Mexican. She bit her lip to keep from saying it out loud. Britain nodded and watched as he started to walk toward the elevator; she couldn't help but to notice his ass. You are NOT going to fuck him…well not tonight, anyway.

A/N: I know I just finished Maintaining Perfection, but I already have 5 chapters of this story written, so I figured why wait. I'm at work right now and I'm starting on the first chapter of the Maddy/Randy story called Age is Just A Number.

I find myself laughing because I now have reqests to do a Jeff/Chase story, Maddy/Randy story, and a John/X story ...why not just write one more story with all of them in it...it's so much easier. Also, someone mentioned that they wanted to know what happened with Alli...I've been toying with doing a femslash story, but I haven't decided if I could make that her story. I don't want to be campy and have every story I make about them. But, they are entertaining so I won't say it won't happen. We'll see.

Thanks again for your support and I hope you enjoy this.