A/N: I own nothing & no one so please don't sue me! I'm not quite sure
where this idea or couple came from, but it's been bugging me for awhile so
I decided to write it out. It's a little different from what I've been
writing recently but I figured it was a decent change. Please R&R and let
me know what you think about it!
Molly Holly stood nervously outside a dressing room in the hallway of a nearly empty backstage area since Smackdown had finished taping for the night. She was trying to get up the guts to do something that she'd wanted to do for a long time. She was sick of being the virginal goody-two shoes in the WWE, and she'd finally decided to do something about it. She WANTED to know what the other divas whispered about under their breaths whenever she came near, she wanted to know what it was like to have that feeling of fulfillment, hell she just wanted to know what the big deal was about. Just this once she'd like to be 'in the know' about a sexual relationship instead of being on the outside when the other girls were trading details. She'd thought long and hard about who she should ask, and last night while she was lying in her hotel room bored out of her mind, she'd come up with the perfect answer. So now she was waiting outside his locker room trying to force herself to do this now and get it over with. He was the perfect asshole, or at least that was the impression that he gave off to everyone on the roster, and to her mind, that made him the perfect candidate for what she wanted. She finally got up the nerves and knocked loudly on his door.
"Hold on!" he yelled from inside the locker room.
*Shit.* She hadn't counted on having to wait for him to open the door, and she tried to talk herself back into the swing of things so that she'd be able to say it to his face. She took a deep breath as his door finally swung open.
"Molly, hi," he said with a cheerful smile as he recognized the brunette standing in front of his door. "What's going on?" he asked, wondering why she was at his door this late at night. "Isn't it a bit late for you to be out?"
Molly flushed, acknowledging the reputation that she'd gained in the WWE, which was apparently well enough known that he knew it even though she was on Raw and he was on Smackdown. "Well, actually," she paused to swallow nervously, "I wanted to see if you wanted to go get something to eat."
"Really?" he asked, looking first confused, then flattered. "Sure, that sounds good to me!"
"Cool," Molly said happily, almost shocked that her plan had worked so well.
"Well, where did you want to go?" he asked.
"Oh, it doesn't really matter to me," Molly said, as she realized that she hadn't thought that far ahead into her plan. "How about Hooter's?" she suggested.
He raised an eyebrow, definitely confused about the situation now. What in the world was going on here? Molly Holly, the innocent virgin of the WWE, had just asked him out to dinner at Hooters. There had to be more to this situation than met the eye. Granted, he wasn't complaining because he kinda had a thing for Molly, but he'd never admitted it to anyone because they were such complete opposites, not to mention the fact that he had a girlfriend. "That's fine," he said cautiously, trying to convince himself that he was being overly suspicious.
"Great!" Molly said happily. "Well, let's go then!"
"Alright," he said slowly. "Just let me go grab my bag and then we can head out." He left the door open as he grabbed his bag off of the couch and slung it over his shoulder. "So who's driving?"
"Um, it doesn't really matter to me. I have my rental here so I can," Molly offered.
"I have mine here too," he said. "Well, why don't we just drive back to the hotel and drop our stuff off and then we can meet back in the lobby and decide who's driving from there."
"Alright," Molly agreed. "So I'll meet you in the lobby in like twenty minutes then?" she asked, figuring that would work since the hotel was only a five minute drive from the arena.
"That's fine," he agreed. "I'll meet you in the lobby then."
"Okay, cool," Molly said nervously, then quickly walked out to her car to drive back to the hotel before she lost her nerve. *I can do this. I swear I can do this.* she told herself mentally as she made the drive, and then quickly took the elevator to her room so that she could double check her hair and make-up. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she took the elevator back down to the lobby to meet him, and was pleasantly surprised when he was already there. "Long time no see," she joked as she walked up to where he was sitting.
"Isn't it though?" he replied jokingly as he stood up. "So did you want to drive or shall I?"
"I will," Molly volunteered, looking towards her master plan for the night. "I asked you so therefore I should drive."
"That's okay with me," he said as he headed towards the front door of the hotel. "Let's go then."
Molly jogged a bit to keep up with him since his stride was a lot larger than hers as they made their way to her car. Luckily, it was a short drive to Hooters so she didn't have to concentrate too hard on coming up with enough small talk to fill the dead air, so she started talking about the storylines that she was currently involved in, and asked him about his, and since it was so late they were seated immediately.
"Hi, my name's Anne and I'll be taking care of you tonight. Can I start y'all off with a drink or an appetizer?" the blonde waitress asked.
"I'd like a Budweiser," Molly said.
"I'll have the same," he said, and once the waitress had walked off, he raised an eyebrow at her. "I didn't know you drank," he commented.
"I usually don't," Molly admitted. "But tonight I feel like it." *Actually, tonight I need the guts that alcohol gives you.* she admitted to herself, but she wasn't about to tell him that.
He nodded, although he still had a feeling that there was more to the situation than she was letting on. "I know how that goes. Sometimes you just need the alcohol and the buzz that comes with it."
Molly nodded as if she knew what he was talking about, but she had honestly never been drunk in her life. Sure, she'd had a couple beers before, but she'd barely ever been past a slight buzz because she'd always been nervous about what she would do. She still didn't even plan on getting completely drunk tonight because she wanted to make sure that she remembered what happened in every detail, although she wouldn't mind if he was drunk because that would make this easier for her to convince him. *Just this once. I don't need a relationship with him. I only want to know what this is about just this one time so that I won't be the one on the outside anymore.* she thought to herself as she pretended to look at the menu, but actually gazed at him over the top of it.
He looked at the menu as he tried to figure out exactly what was going on here. She was acting totally out of character, and while he thought it was cool and kind of exciting, it worried him a little bit because he had no idea what she wanted from him. For all he knew she just wanted some friendly companionship for a couple hours, and he had been the lucky person selected...but then again, she had been acting really weird tonight so maybe she was after something more. *Nah.* he told himself. *Molly's too pure for that kinda thing. Besides, she knows that I have a girlfriend...but still, just this once if Molly wanted to do something....I wouldn't complain. My girlfriend wouldn't have to find out. After all, what she doesn't know won't hurt her, and besides...who would believe that Molly Holly, the pure and innocent one, would be out getting drunk and having sex with someone. They'd get laughed out of any WWE locker room if they tried to tell the story!*
The waitress came back with their drinks and took out her order pad. "So have y'all decided what you want?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'd like an order of 10 wings," Molly ordered.
"Wait," he said to her and then turned to look at the waitress. "Actually, just make that an order of 20 wings."
"Okay, did you want those to be mild, medium, hot, 3 mile island, 911, or spicy jack?" she asked.
He looked at Molly and shrugged. "Whatever you want, except for the last three. I don't know if my stomach could take that at this time of night."
"The medium will be fine," Molly decided, then took a sip of her beer.
"Will that be all for you?" the waitress asked, making the note on her order pad.
"Yeah, can you bring me another beer? Actually, make that two beers," he corrected himself.
"Sure thing," the waitress said, smiling flirtatiously at him as she walked away.
Molly glared at the waitress's departing back. *How DARE she flirt with him! That's what I'm here to do! Oh my God. Did I just think that? What's wrong with me?! This is just a one time thing! It's just a fling, and then it'll be over! Just this once,* she comforted herself.
He looked away from the waitress back at Molly only to find her glaring at the waitress's back. He leaned back in his seat as he tried to get a grasp on what this situation could be. "So why exactly did you invite me out tonight?" he asked, finally deciding just to straight up ask her because that would be easier.
Molly flushed a bright red and looked down at her beer. "I...uhh..." she stammered, stopping as the waitress came back to the table with three beers for him instead of the requested two.
"This way you don't have to worry about running out," she said, winking at him.
"Thanks," he said smiling at her, and as soon as she walked away he turned his attention back to Molly. "Well?" he asked as he opened the second beer and chugged it, then opened the third.
Molly took a sip of her beer and watched his throat muscles work as he chugged the beer. *God but he was hot!* she thought to herself, and then took a deep breath as she tried to figure out the best way to phrase this. "Well," she started slowly. "I actually have a proposition for you."
"Oh really," he said, trying to act like he wasn't all that interested. "And what would that be?" he asked, leaning back in his seat as he finished off the third beer and started on the fourth.
Molly watched as he quickly finished off the third beer and shook her head inwardly. "There really isn't any easy way to say this I guess, other than the fact that I have something I want to learn, and you're the one that I want to teach me."
He raised an eyebrow at her as he took a drink of his beer. "That could cover a lot of things. What exactly do you want me to teach you?"
"Well, I've been thinking about this for awhile, and I decided that you meet all of the criteria that I have for this...thing," she finished.
"What criteria?" he asked.
"Experienced, available, and temporary," she said.
"Available for what?" he asked, thinking of his girlfriend.
"Well, sex," she said finally, looking down at the table.
He quickly finished his beer and stared at her. Innocent little Molly Holly could not have just said what he thought she did. *There's no way in hell that she just propositioned me to have sex with her.* He stared at her like she'd just landed from Mars. "E...excuse me?"
"Sex." When he continued to stare, she added, "Surely I don't have to explain sex to a man of your..."
He waved her off. "I understand about the sex part. I just don't understand is why you're asking me this."
"I asked you out tonight because I decided that the only way I'm ever going to have the kind of sexual experience I want is with a man who knows what he's doing," Molly explained.
"You decided," he said, still dumbfounded.
"Yes."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"But you hardly know me," he protested.
Molly smiled a Cheshire Cat grin. "That's what makes you the ideal man."
"What?!" he exclaimed. He pinched himself to make sure that this was really happening, and he wasn't just drunk and imagining this. "Ouch," he muttered under his breath, convinced that it was actually going on. "You came here just to ask me, a total stranger, to have sex with you?"
"Absolutely. That's the way that my plan works."
"Thanks," he said, distracted for a second as the waitress set two more beers down in front of him and he quickly opened one and started drinking it. "You have a plan?"
"Of course. This isn't a spur of the moment decision for me. It's something that I've thought about for awhile. I'm not looking to get married, I just want to have great sex just this once without all the usual stuff."
"All the usual stuff?" he asked. He couldn't tell if he was more confused from the alcohol or from the complete personality change Molly had undergone.
"Romance, promises of undying love, etc. This isn't about love and I don't want any kind of emotional connection. I want to have a good time just this once, and then leave it at that. No promises and no lasting ties," Molly explained to him. "And I definitely don't need a little surprise wrapped in pink or blue."
He nodded slowly, as he tried to understand everything that had just been said.
"But of course, you'd have to promise me that you would never tell anyone about this," Molly said quickly.
"I thought you said there were no promises," he said slowly.
"Well, there's just this one exception to the rules. In fact, my plan doesn't work without it," she said quickly.
He took another drink of the beer as he realized what was going on. "Now I see why I'm the 'ideal' man. You need somebody that won't talk. An outsider, maybe even an outlaw, right?"
"Exactly," Molly said, happy that he understood. "I hope that doesn't offend you."
"Why should it? I'm guilty on both counts. I am definitely an outsider, and I haven't exactly lived the life of a choir boy either," he said as he took another drink from his beer. "So why the stipulation that we can't tell anyone?"
"Because I don't want to change my reputation in the WWE," Molly said honestly. "I like how I'm portrayed, and I don't want to be put in those stupid bra and panties matches like everyone else, but I do want to know what's going on. I've never had sex, and I want to know what it's all about because I'm sick of being the one on the outside that never knows what's going on. Not to mention the fact that you have a girlfriend, and I definitely don't want to start anything with her."
He nodded slowly, and started to respond, but stopped when the waitress brought their food, and another beer for him. "Thanks," he said smiling up at her.
"You're welcome," she said, winking. "If you need anything else, just let me know."
"Sure thing," he said as she walked off and he started eating the chicken wings. After he'd eaten his share of them, and finished off two more beers, he looked at Molly who was anxiously waiting for his response. "You do realize that you've put yourself in a moral crossfire here. The reason that I fit your plan is that you think that I'm a real son of a bitch. But if I'm a son of a bitch, then what makes you think that I'll keep my promise?"
"Oh," Molly said, unable to deny the logic of his statement. "I hadn't thought about it that way."
"Don't get me wrong here darlin'. I've always been a big fan of having your cake and eating it too, but if you're not willing to take that chance, then it's time for you to cut your losses," he said, as he finished off his last beer.
She thought about it for a minute, and then looked him up and down. "I'm still interested if you are," she said cautiously.
"You're on then," he said as they finished off the rest of the wings. He leaned over and kissed her across the table when they finished, and Molly gasped in shock as his tongue invaded her mouth in the most erotic and sexual kiss she'd ever experienced.
"Excuse me," the waitress interrupted, pouting as she realized that she'd never have a chance with him. "Here's your check."
He took it and looked at the total, then handed her forty dollars. "Keep the change," he said as he exited the booth and held out his hand to Molly. "Let's go," he said to her.
"Okay," she said, walking towards the door, jumping a bit in shock as his hand settled on her hip and he started rubbing circles. She quickly climbed into the car and turned it on to begin the drive back to the hotel. She shifted in her seat as he placed his hand on her inner thigh and began rubbing it up and down as she drove. These feelings were new, but she definitely liked them. She parked her car in the hotel lot and climbed out, grabbing his hand as they slowly walked into the hotel and took the elevator up to her room.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked one more time before he followed her into her hotel room.
"Absolutely," she said as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him, and dragged him into her room.
Matt Hardy smiled and picked her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist as they disappeared into her hotel room.
Molly Holly stood nervously outside a dressing room in the hallway of a nearly empty backstage area since Smackdown had finished taping for the night. She was trying to get up the guts to do something that she'd wanted to do for a long time. She was sick of being the virginal goody-two shoes in the WWE, and she'd finally decided to do something about it. She WANTED to know what the other divas whispered about under their breaths whenever she came near, she wanted to know what it was like to have that feeling of fulfillment, hell she just wanted to know what the big deal was about. Just this once she'd like to be 'in the know' about a sexual relationship instead of being on the outside when the other girls were trading details. She'd thought long and hard about who she should ask, and last night while she was lying in her hotel room bored out of her mind, she'd come up with the perfect answer. So now she was waiting outside his locker room trying to force herself to do this now and get it over with. He was the perfect asshole, or at least that was the impression that he gave off to everyone on the roster, and to her mind, that made him the perfect candidate for what she wanted. She finally got up the nerves and knocked loudly on his door.
"Hold on!" he yelled from inside the locker room.
*Shit.* She hadn't counted on having to wait for him to open the door, and she tried to talk herself back into the swing of things so that she'd be able to say it to his face. She took a deep breath as his door finally swung open.
"Molly, hi," he said with a cheerful smile as he recognized the brunette standing in front of his door. "What's going on?" he asked, wondering why she was at his door this late at night. "Isn't it a bit late for you to be out?"
Molly flushed, acknowledging the reputation that she'd gained in the WWE, which was apparently well enough known that he knew it even though she was on Raw and he was on Smackdown. "Well, actually," she paused to swallow nervously, "I wanted to see if you wanted to go get something to eat."
"Really?" he asked, looking first confused, then flattered. "Sure, that sounds good to me!"
"Cool," Molly said happily, almost shocked that her plan had worked so well.
"Well, where did you want to go?" he asked.
"Oh, it doesn't really matter to me," Molly said, as she realized that she hadn't thought that far ahead into her plan. "How about Hooter's?" she suggested.
He raised an eyebrow, definitely confused about the situation now. What in the world was going on here? Molly Holly, the innocent virgin of the WWE, had just asked him out to dinner at Hooters. There had to be more to this situation than met the eye. Granted, he wasn't complaining because he kinda had a thing for Molly, but he'd never admitted it to anyone because they were such complete opposites, not to mention the fact that he had a girlfriend. "That's fine," he said cautiously, trying to convince himself that he was being overly suspicious.
"Great!" Molly said happily. "Well, let's go then!"
"Alright," he said slowly. "Just let me go grab my bag and then we can head out." He left the door open as he grabbed his bag off of the couch and slung it over his shoulder. "So who's driving?"
"Um, it doesn't really matter to me. I have my rental here so I can," Molly offered.
"I have mine here too," he said. "Well, why don't we just drive back to the hotel and drop our stuff off and then we can meet back in the lobby and decide who's driving from there."
"Alright," Molly agreed. "So I'll meet you in the lobby in like twenty minutes then?" she asked, figuring that would work since the hotel was only a five minute drive from the arena.
"That's fine," he agreed. "I'll meet you in the lobby then."
"Okay, cool," Molly said nervously, then quickly walked out to her car to drive back to the hotel before she lost her nerve. *I can do this. I swear I can do this.* she told herself mentally as she made the drive, and then quickly took the elevator to her room so that she could double check her hair and make-up. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she took the elevator back down to the lobby to meet him, and was pleasantly surprised when he was already there. "Long time no see," she joked as she walked up to where he was sitting.
"Isn't it though?" he replied jokingly as he stood up. "So did you want to drive or shall I?"
"I will," Molly volunteered, looking towards her master plan for the night. "I asked you so therefore I should drive."
"That's okay with me," he said as he headed towards the front door of the hotel. "Let's go then."
Molly jogged a bit to keep up with him since his stride was a lot larger than hers as they made their way to her car. Luckily, it was a short drive to Hooters so she didn't have to concentrate too hard on coming up with enough small talk to fill the dead air, so she started talking about the storylines that she was currently involved in, and asked him about his, and since it was so late they were seated immediately.
"Hi, my name's Anne and I'll be taking care of you tonight. Can I start y'all off with a drink or an appetizer?" the blonde waitress asked.
"I'd like a Budweiser," Molly said.
"I'll have the same," he said, and once the waitress had walked off, he raised an eyebrow at her. "I didn't know you drank," he commented.
"I usually don't," Molly admitted. "But tonight I feel like it." *Actually, tonight I need the guts that alcohol gives you.* she admitted to herself, but she wasn't about to tell him that.
He nodded, although he still had a feeling that there was more to the situation than she was letting on. "I know how that goes. Sometimes you just need the alcohol and the buzz that comes with it."
Molly nodded as if she knew what he was talking about, but she had honestly never been drunk in her life. Sure, she'd had a couple beers before, but she'd barely ever been past a slight buzz because she'd always been nervous about what she would do. She still didn't even plan on getting completely drunk tonight because she wanted to make sure that she remembered what happened in every detail, although she wouldn't mind if he was drunk because that would make this easier for her to convince him. *Just this once. I don't need a relationship with him. I only want to know what this is about just this one time so that I won't be the one on the outside anymore.* she thought to herself as she pretended to look at the menu, but actually gazed at him over the top of it.
He looked at the menu as he tried to figure out exactly what was going on here. She was acting totally out of character, and while he thought it was cool and kind of exciting, it worried him a little bit because he had no idea what she wanted from him. For all he knew she just wanted some friendly companionship for a couple hours, and he had been the lucky person selected...but then again, she had been acting really weird tonight so maybe she was after something more. *Nah.* he told himself. *Molly's too pure for that kinda thing. Besides, she knows that I have a girlfriend...but still, just this once if Molly wanted to do something....I wouldn't complain. My girlfriend wouldn't have to find out. After all, what she doesn't know won't hurt her, and besides...who would believe that Molly Holly, the pure and innocent one, would be out getting drunk and having sex with someone. They'd get laughed out of any WWE locker room if they tried to tell the story!*
The waitress came back with their drinks and took out her order pad. "So have y'all decided what you want?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'd like an order of 10 wings," Molly ordered.
"Wait," he said to her and then turned to look at the waitress. "Actually, just make that an order of 20 wings."
"Okay, did you want those to be mild, medium, hot, 3 mile island, 911, or spicy jack?" she asked.
He looked at Molly and shrugged. "Whatever you want, except for the last three. I don't know if my stomach could take that at this time of night."
"The medium will be fine," Molly decided, then took a sip of her beer.
"Will that be all for you?" the waitress asked, making the note on her order pad.
"Yeah, can you bring me another beer? Actually, make that two beers," he corrected himself.
"Sure thing," the waitress said, smiling flirtatiously at him as she walked away.
Molly glared at the waitress's departing back. *How DARE she flirt with him! That's what I'm here to do! Oh my God. Did I just think that? What's wrong with me?! This is just a one time thing! It's just a fling, and then it'll be over! Just this once,* she comforted herself.
He looked away from the waitress back at Molly only to find her glaring at the waitress's back. He leaned back in his seat as he tried to get a grasp on what this situation could be. "So why exactly did you invite me out tonight?" he asked, finally deciding just to straight up ask her because that would be easier.
Molly flushed a bright red and looked down at her beer. "I...uhh..." she stammered, stopping as the waitress came back to the table with three beers for him instead of the requested two.
"This way you don't have to worry about running out," she said, winking at him.
"Thanks," he said smiling at her, and as soon as she walked away he turned his attention back to Molly. "Well?" he asked as he opened the second beer and chugged it, then opened the third.
Molly took a sip of her beer and watched his throat muscles work as he chugged the beer. *God but he was hot!* she thought to herself, and then took a deep breath as she tried to figure out the best way to phrase this. "Well," she started slowly. "I actually have a proposition for you."
"Oh really," he said, trying to act like he wasn't all that interested. "And what would that be?" he asked, leaning back in his seat as he finished off the third beer and started on the fourth.
Molly watched as he quickly finished off the third beer and shook her head inwardly. "There really isn't any easy way to say this I guess, other than the fact that I have something I want to learn, and you're the one that I want to teach me."
He raised an eyebrow at her as he took a drink of his beer. "That could cover a lot of things. What exactly do you want me to teach you?"
"Well, I've been thinking about this for awhile, and I decided that you meet all of the criteria that I have for this...thing," she finished.
"What criteria?" he asked.
"Experienced, available, and temporary," she said.
"Available for what?" he asked, thinking of his girlfriend.
"Well, sex," she said finally, looking down at the table.
He quickly finished his beer and stared at her. Innocent little Molly Holly could not have just said what he thought she did. *There's no way in hell that she just propositioned me to have sex with her.* He stared at her like she'd just landed from Mars. "E...excuse me?"
"Sex." When he continued to stare, she added, "Surely I don't have to explain sex to a man of your..."
He waved her off. "I understand about the sex part. I just don't understand is why you're asking me this."
"I asked you out tonight because I decided that the only way I'm ever going to have the kind of sexual experience I want is with a man who knows what he's doing," Molly explained.
"You decided," he said, still dumbfounded.
"Yes."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"But you hardly know me," he protested.
Molly smiled a Cheshire Cat grin. "That's what makes you the ideal man."
"What?!" he exclaimed. He pinched himself to make sure that this was really happening, and he wasn't just drunk and imagining this. "Ouch," he muttered under his breath, convinced that it was actually going on. "You came here just to ask me, a total stranger, to have sex with you?"
"Absolutely. That's the way that my plan works."
"Thanks," he said, distracted for a second as the waitress set two more beers down in front of him and he quickly opened one and started drinking it. "You have a plan?"
"Of course. This isn't a spur of the moment decision for me. It's something that I've thought about for awhile. I'm not looking to get married, I just want to have great sex just this once without all the usual stuff."
"All the usual stuff?" he asked. He couldn't tell if he was more confused from the alcohol or from the complete personality change Molly had undergone.
"Romance, promises of undying love, etc. This isn't about love and I don't want any kind of emotional connection. I want to have a good time just this once, and then leave it at that. No promises and no lasting ties," Molly explained to him. "And I definitely don't need a little surprise wrapped in pink or blue."
He nodded slowly, as he tried to understand everything that had just been said.
"But of course, you'd have to promise me that you would never tell anyone about this," Molly said quickly.
"I thought you said there were no promises," he said slowly.
"Well, there's just this one exception to the rules. In fact, my plan doesn't work without it," she said quickly.
He took another drink of the beer as he realized what was going on. "Now I see why I'm the 'ideal' man. You need somebody that won't talk. An outsider, maybe even an outlaw, right?"
"Exactly," Molly said, happy that he understood. "I hope that doesn't offend you."
"Why should it? I'm guilty on both counts. I am definitely an outsider, and I haven't exactly lived the life of a choir boy either," he said as he took another drink from his beer. "So why the stipulation that we can't tell anyone?"
"Because I don't want to change my reputation in the WWE," Molly said honestly. "I like how I'm portrayed, and I don't want to be put in those stupid bra and panties matches like everyone else, but I do want to know what's going on. I've never had sex, and I want to know what it's all about because I'm sick of being the one on the outside that never knows what's going on. Not to mention the fact that you have a girlfriend, and I definitely don't want to start anything with her."
He nodded slowly, and started to respond, but stopped when the waitress brought their food, and another beer for him. "Thanks," he said smiling up at her.
"You're welcome," she said, winking. "If you need anything else, just let me know."
"Sure thing," he said as she walked off and he started eating the chicken wings. After he'd eaten his share of them, and finished off two more beers, he looked at Molly who was anxiously waiting for his response. "You do realize that you've put yourself in a moral crossfire here. The reason that I fit your plan is that you think that I'm a real son of a bitch. But if I'm a son of a bitch, then what makes you think that I'll keep my promise?"
"Oh," Molly said, unable to deny the logic of his statement. "I hadn't thought about it that way."
"Don't get me wrong here darlin'. I've always been a big fan of having your cake and eating it too, but if you're not willing to take that chance, then it's time for you to cut your losses," he said, as he finished off his last beer.
She thought about it for a minute, and then looked him up and down. "I'm still interested if you are," she said cautiously.
"You're on then," he said as they finished off the rest of the wings. He leaned over and kissed her across the table when they finished, and Molly gasped in shock as his tongue invaded her mouth in the most erotic and sexual kiss she'd ever experienced.
"Excuse me," the waitress interrupted, pouting as she realized that she'd never have a chance with him. "Here's your check."
He took it and looked at the total, then handed her forty dollars. "Keep the change," he said as he exited the booth and held out his hand to Molly. "Let's go," he said to her.
"Okay," she said, walking towards the door, jumping a bit in shock as his hand settled on her hip and he started rubbing circles. She quickly climbed into the car and turned it on to begin the drive back to the hotel. She shifted in her seat as he placed his hand on her inner thigh and began rubbing it up and down as she drove. These feelings were new, but she definitely liked them. She parked her car in the hotel lot and climbed out, grabbing his hand as they slowly walked into the hotel and took the elevator up to her room.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked one more time before he followed her into her hotel room.
"Absolutely," she said as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him, and dragged him into her room.
Matt Hardy smiled and picked her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist as they disappeared into her hotel room.
