A/N: Gahhh… I hate being inspired. I wrote this while at my public library. And yes, a kid was staring over my shoulder and asking "What's a Ryback?" …Hot damn, that was annoying. Plus, I'm extremely hormonal at the moment, sooo… Hah. Right? Gotta love me some Ryan Reeves/Ryback. :D

Disclaimer: NO; I DON'T OWN WWE OR RYAN REEVES. Get off my back. XD

!~Appetite~!

"…Ryan, quit it."

"Quit wha?" He replied with his mouth full of saucy goodness. This bastard thinks he can get away with eating a meatball sub in front of me? He knows I'm on a damn diet!

"You know what I'm talking about, Ry. Just… put the sandwich away." He stared at me like I was a madwoman. Hell, I was one! No one tells Ryan "Silverback" Reeves to put down a submarine sandwich unless they wanted to be laughed at. Or, in my case, giggled at. And that's what he did. He sat there and giggled at me, like I was joking around.

"Nice one, Shannon… Hey, wanna bite?" He asked, holding out the other half of the delectable meatball sub, cheese practically gushing out of it. I could feel my mouth moisten as I stared at it. I shook my head violently before looking down at my stomach as it growled in protest to my decision of changing my way of life.

"No way; you know I'm on a diet. I want to look good on our damn wedding day, Ryan! I can handle your eating habits and all, but watching you eat is torture. Especially when it comes to italian food…" - He smirked at me before waving the sub under my nose like the dirty jerk he is. Oh hell no, he is not going to damn tempt me! - "Ryan, I swear; you keep this up and I'll sleep in AJ's hotel room. She's only down the hall." The mere mention of me leaving for the night scared the crap out of him!

"Alright, I'm sorry…" - He pouted, putting the sandwich down and wrapping it up, just to take out a tin full of… Pasta Alfredo!? THIS MAN. UGH. I stood up and knocked my chair backward, I was livid.

"That's it!" I screeched, stomping over toward the door that led to the hallway. I heard his hearty laugh before I was grabbed from behind and pulled into his much larger chest.

"Sorry, sorry! I forgot that all I had was a meatball sub and pasta, okay?" He exclaimed, snuggling me. I groaned and struggled against him, which was futile.

"Ryan, let go of me right now." I spat, grinding my teeth. The door was right in front of me, right out of my reach. I expected Ryan to pout and apologize repeatedly, but he didn't. Instead, he pinned me to the door and tightened his hold on me.

"But I'm still hungry." He growled into my ear as his hand slipped between my thighs. I swear, my face was as red as the sauce dripping out of that damn sub…