Randy turned at the sound of the question, having not even realized she'd been coming up behind him.
"No, what are you talking about," His brow furrowed slightly, inquiring to the blonde, his tone low and even.
Stacy held the piece of paper out, with his name neatly labeled on the front in red ink.
"I found it earlier, I haven't read it," She promised, regarding him contently.
Orton raised a brow; he wasn't expecting any…messages, and had no prediction whatsoever about the content of the note. He took a step towards Stacy, and reached out to take the note.

Simultaneously, however, the Diva stepped back, the note remaining out of his reach.
She smiled and quirked a brow, playfully shaking the folded paper at him.
"Don't you want to read it?" She questioned, as if she had never done such a thing as retract her hand.
Randy blinked at the gesture, before pressing his lips together in a reluctant smirk.
"C'mon, Keibler…" He cautioned, trying to sound as serious as possible, and stepped towards her again.

Stacy mirrored him and stepped back, sticking her tongue out between her teeth in a smile ad holding the note behind her back.
Randy feigned a short, annoyed breath, but his face still read amusement. Suddenly, he moved forward, a quick succession of steps, forcing Stacy to take the same pace backwards, until she felt her back connect against a wall. The hand Randy had extended was now pressed against the concrete beside her, and they stood inches apart.

Stacy blinked and glanced sideways, not anticipating the wall, or suddenly being cornered by Randy Orton. She raised her slightly widened gaze to him, nothing lined up in her speaking queue.
Randy, supporting his weight with his one forearm against the wall by her shoulder, leaned in towards the blonde, their noses nearly touching.

What…was he doing..? The diva felt her heart-rate immediately quicken, and her eyelids fluttered slightly, glancing down and then back at the wintry eyes of the Viper.
Slowly, he inched his head closer, eyes half-lidded. Stacy pushed her head back so she felt the concrete against the back of it, and sensed heat rise to her face as her eyelids quivered closed. Randy's breath washed faintly over her lips as he slowly moved his other hand behind her back.

Quietly, softly, his lips brushed against hers, and he at the same time slid the piece of paper from Stacy's extremely relaxed grip, transferring into his own.
He paused there for a moment, opening his eyes to check her expression. Satisfied, the Viper pushed off from the wall, and Stacy's eyes blinked open quickly, painfully aware that his close presence was gone.
Randy gave her a slow, crooked smile, complimented by an arrogant glint in his eye before he shrugged his shoulders slightly, feigning innocence. He turned and walked, unfolding the piece of paper as he did so.
Stacy's heart was still pounding, and she exhaled deeply, watching wearily as Orton departed.
She shook her head, weakly pursing her lips. His title shouldn't be "The WWE's Apex Predator," she decided somewhat bitterly in thought.
It should be "The WWE's Most Manipulative Jackass."