ONE LOVE

"Hey, Casey!" A familiar voice called as I walked through the corridors of the arena making my way towards the gym.

"John hi." I turned to see John Cena jogging towards me.

"Where did you disappear to last night?"

"Nowhere special, just kinda hooked up with somebody."

"Really?" John winked.

"Yeah, and I really don't wanna talk about it."

"Awkward morning after?"

"Ha, understatement of the decade." I said and John started laughing.

"Well it can't have been that bad, judging from the hickeys and bite-marks on your neck." John teased.

"What?" I shrieked. I hadn't taken the time to take a look in the mirror this morning.

"Just how drunk were you last night?" John chuckled.

"Really, really drunk." I groaned. John just laughed as we go our separate ways.

– – –

Slowly I felt myself waking up, becoming more aware of my surroundings. The sun on my face, the warm arm wrapped around my waist. I opened my eyes only to close them again. Damn sun.

I opened my eyes again and realized that I was lying in bed in a hotel room, familiar beige walls but it wasn't my room. Great, I thought as I tried to remember the previous night.

The warm body spooning me shifted slightly. It was a strong body. I tried again to remember what had happened last night and with whom. Although it was pretty clear what had happened.

When I couldn't remember with whom I ended up with, I took a deep breath and carefully made my way out of the bed trying not to wake the sleeping man lying in it. I found my clothes on the floor and started getting dressed.

A groan from the person still in bed told me he had woken up. I glanced towards the bed for the first time and I couldn't believe who I saw lying there looking straight at me disbelief and shock in his eyes.

– – –

Working out for me is more to me than just working out. I do my best thinking while I'm on the treadmill and I let all anger and frustration out on the punching bags. Today was no different.

By the end of my routine I had come up with a conclusion, first, that what had happened did happen and that there was no point for me to dwell on it. And secondly that I would never let myself become that drunk again.

As I stood up and gathered my things I heard him enter the gym with his friends. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him remove his t-shirt and I flinched when I saw the marks I had left on his back.

I heard his friends commenting the marks, making jokes about wildcats. I saw how he blushed and how he tried changing the subject when they asked who the girl was. He turned around and our eyes meet.

For a moment nothing else existed. Just the two of us. And then I remembered him looking at me in almost the same way, but in a totally different setting.

– – –

Feeling the weight of his body lying on top of me, feeling him inside me. It's our second time now. This time it's gentler, no biting and clawing, instead he's laying soft kisses on the wounds and when we kiss I taste blood.

His damp skin slowly slides against mine as he moves. The fast steady beating of our hearts, our labored breathing, quiet moans and other noises are the only sounds in the room.

We don't speak, words are not necessary, not now. Communicating with body language, small touches, the tracing of fingertips against warm skin and soft kisses are more than enough.

Then he stops moving, he just lies there looking down at me, our fingers entwined, our legs tangled with the sheets and his blue eyes meet mine, saying more than all the words in the world could ever say.

– – –

"Casey!" A voice calls and the spell is broken. I look away from him and turn towards the source of the voice. Kelly is walking towards and pulls me into a hug.

"Where were you all night? I was worried sick!"

"Sorry."

"What happened?" She asked worry evident in her voice.

"I-" I start but I don't know what to say. "I met a guy and well, we sorta hooked up."

"Did he do this to you?" She asks clearly meaning the hickeys and bite-marks.

"I'm fine, Kelly." She doesn't look like she believes me. "Don't tell me you've never been a bit rough between the sheets?"

"Not like this." She said. "You're bleeding."

– – –

Kelly drags me with her to the medics. I'm forced to lie down on a bed and let the nurse clean the wounds. It stings. Kelly never stops talking, making my head pound.

"Please Kelly, can you just be quiet?" I beg when I'm finally free to go.

"Did he drug you? You said you don't remember. Did he use a condom?" She continues.

"Kelly please." I snap at her, fed up with her endless questions. "I know you mean well, but please I'm fine. The reason why I don't remember what happened is because I was drunk off my ass."

"How do you know he didn't take advantage of you? Do you even know who the guy was? There could be pictures of you all over the internet by now for all we know!"

"Just leave it for Christ's sake!" Kelly just stares at me for a minute before she walks away, leaving me standing in the corridor feeling the other Divas eyes on me, making me feel like the bad guy and that only made me angrier.

With a growl I spun around and walked back the way we came from, leaving the nosey Divas to their gossip. Within the hour the whole arena would know that I yelled at Kelly.

The rumor will go further and further from the truth until they say I started hitting her and that I'm completely insane and unstable like the 'Viper' Randy Orton.

Sometimes I fucking hate this business.

A.N. Wrote this while listening to Swedish House Mafia, not my kind of music at all, but somehow it fitted.