I know I have to continue Lips Of An Angel but this was just asking to come out. I should review Lips in two days tops. So don't kill me. This is a one-shot.
Victoria lay back and just stared up at the stars. They were so beautiful, shining up there like diamonds in black velvet. It almost hurt to look at their beauty. The same way it hurt to look at his beauty. Closing her eyes momentarily she held back the tears that came unbidden to prick at her eyelids. She was not going to cry. She was stronger than this.
Curling into a fetal position she concentrated solely on feeling the grass against the uncovered parts of her body. Maybe if she concentrated hard enough she could disappear into the ground. Just cease to exist. It would make life so much easier. She was currently jobbing to every new beautiful face that appeared on the roster, her body ached from her earlier match . . . and he didn't know she existed.
That was what hurt the most. From the time she had first seen him, years ago, she had noticed him. It was hard not to when he radiated such energy and intensity. He drew others to himself without even thinking. His personality was different, more sincere than what she was used to. Everything about him just called to her; corny as that may sound.
There was one time when he had acknowledged her, actually spent time talking to her about something other than one of their matches. She had thought that maybe he felt something for her; maybe he actually saw her. Maybe she was more to him than one of the divas backstage. And then he had sat down and shattered that fantasy.
Burying her face more firmly into her hands she tried to block the images but they still came back. His hair was red that time; they brought out the clear green of his eyes. She could never find anything that was quite like his eyes. He had been talking to her, looking a bit shy for some reason. Some small part of her thought that maybe, just maybe it was because of her. When they had started talking about Trish she had thought nothing of it, too happy at the fact that he was actually sitting and talking to her. Looking back on it the signs were clear. He held onto every word that was said about the Diva of the Decade, his eyes lighting up at the sound of her name and blushing when she had told him that Trish had been talking about him in the locker room.
She would never forget his next words;
"Do you think Trish likes me?"
He sounded so boyish then, asking those simple words. Immediately she knew the reason why he had gone out of his way to be so nice to her. He wanted Trish. The woman who she happened to be such good friends with at the moment. Her heart ached as she looked up at him willing him to think about her the same way, to LOOK at her the same way that he looked at Trish. But he had just sat there and confessed how he felt about the blonde. Told her everything as she just sat there and died with every word that fell from his lips.
And she had helped him get together with his dream girl. Helped him and watched him with her. Falling more in love with him every time. Her heart ached so much and broke repeatedly . . . but she kept coming back.
No one knew why she holed up in her hotel room for the week after he had been let go. She had cried then. Cried harder than she ever had before and yet there were always more tears left to fall.
After weeks of feeling total misery she had begun to pick up. Get back into the swing of things and continue life after Jeff Hardy. It got easier as the months wore on until eventually she could go to sleep without thinking about him first. Her friends stopped worrying about her and she even went out clubbing now and again. More surprisingly she started dating. Yeah, life was picking up.
And then she had heard that he was coming back.
Everything started falling apart when he re-entered the WWE ranks. She was picky and cranky, snapping at her boyfriend for the littlest thing. It got worst when Jeff actually hunted her down, talking about 'catching up on old times'. Victoria swore that was the longest two hours of her life. Sitting in a diner and just chatting pleasantly with him was harder than anything she had ever had to do in all her time as a wrestler in the ring.
Now here she was lying on the grass at a night picnic with some colleagues from work, mind on the male sitting a few feet away from her. This was so wrong. She had a man for goodness sake! One who cared for her and was strong and kind and everything she should love.
"You ok baby?"
The brunette started slightly when she heard the husky voice just inches away from her ear. Turning onto her back she smiled sheepishly at the frowning man, "Yea, I'm just so comfortable down here I kind of zoned out."
His lazy smile warmed her even as she instinctively returned it, "Good. You've been so tense lately I just want you to relax and have fun."
"Thanks," gently he rolled onto his back and placed his head on her stomach. Running her hand through his short black hair she contented herself with feeling his comforting weight on her. "Dave?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm sorry I've been so . . . prickly lately," she whispered to the night air. "I've just had a lot of things on my mind."
All was silent until he suddenly rose up on his arms and gazed down at her before placing a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. Choosing to abort his former position he slid an arm beneath her neck and tangled his fingers in her hair, "It's ok."
"Are you sure? 'Cause I've been a complete bi-"
"I understand," he smiled at her again and then nuzzled into her neck. They just lay there for awhile, somehow managing to entangle their limbs. Others watching them just shook their heads as they passed by. Victoria and Batista were never ones to hide what they felt no matter who was watching; especially when it came to each other.
"Baby?"
Victoria tilted her head down to look at the top of 'The Animal's' head and made a small noise of affirmation.
"When will you get over Jeff?"
So tell me what you think. . .
