A/N: New Story! Hope you enjoy it. EDIT: I decided to rewrite this since it was pretty bad lol. I had a lot of requests to continue this so I may write a chapter two. Not 100% but I might.

Secret Admirer

"My dearest Mickie, I hope you enjoy this box of chocolates." A little message read on a small note card.

She looked at the heart shaped box and couldn't help but frown. Every Monday, she'd get a letter and an item. Some were homemade, some looked very expensive. Today she was sent some chocolate.

At the end of the letter, it was always signed, 'your secret admirer'. It was always impossible to return the gifts. Mickie didn't want them, she never wanted them. Sighing, the diva took the chocolates and threw them in her bag; she'd just put it with the rest of the gifts. About to pull away, she noticed a slip of paper sticking out of her bag. Biting her lip, she tugged it out. Reading the message, her eyes widened.

"Soon you will be mine my dearest, you can run and hide your true feelings but I know. Seeing your face every Monday makes my skin tingle, soon I won't be able to control myself. Get ready. Love, your secret admirer."

Mickie quickly crumpled the letter, she was surprised. Usually she only got one; this one was even kinda forceful. She then smirked, not being able to help it. He knew of her true feelings? Well maybe he can help her understand them too.

Grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, she walked out of the Divas locker room only to run into someone.

The Viper. Randy Orton.

"Sorry," Mickie mumble. A frown formed on her lips as she watched him continue walking, such a rude guy. Who did he think he was? A god? Right. Rolling her eyes, she walked in the opposite direction. Huffing softly, Mickie looked around and quickened her pace towards the parking lot, for some odd reason, she didn't feel safe. That small little message creeped her out, what happens if that person was a stalker of some sort.

As Mickie continued walking, she glanced at all of the familiar wrestlers. Any of these people could be her secret admirer. Who else could get back into the locker rooms? Either way, she wasn't a girl to be messed with.

Sighing, she put all of her attention to what was in front of her. Stepping into the parking lot, a small smile formed. She was ready to leave this place. They'd be going to her hometown next. Maybe she could ask to take a little vacation so she could visit with her mother for a few weeks. Usually though, WWE always refused her requests. She was too important to them.

Sometimes they were just not fair.

Seeing her car, she stopped in surprise. Her tires were slashed, what the hell! How could have this happened? Mickie groaned, how was she going to get back to the hotel? She could call a taxi, but she despised them. The drivers were usually pervish and asking a lot of questions. Also, the cars stunk inside, anyone could agree with her on that.

"Looks like someone's stuck!" A voice called, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Mickie turned angrily to see the hated group Legacy; the trio were walking towards her car. Perfect, just what she needed, two stuck up wannabe's and a rude leader. "What do you want?" Mickie asked annoyed.

Cody smirked, "I wonder who could have done this... must have been someone who really hated you!" He said snickering as he examined the slit tires.

Ted followed his smirk, "Or maybe you have a stalker that wants to keep you here for themselves." Both men laughed.

This caught her attention, she thought about the small letter. She then looked at Randy, he was simply staring at her car as if he was zoning out and had some things on his mind. "Aren't you going to make a rude comment too?" She asked, a skeptical expression on her face.

"I can give you a ride." He said, his eyes flickering over to hers.

Cody and Ted looked at him in surprise, she didn't blame them, she was shocked too by his kindness.

Mickie glared at him, "What's the catch?" No way was a guy like this was going to offer a ride to her for nothing at all. He must have wanted something.

He shrugged, "No catch." He said, his expression blank.

A smirk formed on her lips, "Sure. What's the worst that could happen?" Her smirk then weakened when Randy's mouth formed his own smirk. Now she felt unsafe.

"Who knows, let's go." He said as he began heading towards his own truck.

They leave the two confused men and stop at a large black dodge. "Nice truck," Mickie said as admired the paint job on the vehicle.

Randy shrugged and opened the door for her, she slid inside. She was confused by Randy's niceness, maybe she misjudged the man.

He quickly went around and got in, he then looked over at me as he started the engine. "What do you think about me?" He suddenly asked, a curious expression on his face.

Mickie tapped her chin as she thought about it, "I'd say you are rude, mean, scary, a jerk, and a douche. I think that's about it." She said truthfully, not caring if she had hurt his feelings. She disliked this man.

He shook his head as he drove out of the parking lot, "and you said I'm mean? Couldn't have you just said 'I hate you'?" He asked with a small pout.

Mickie shrugged, "Why do you ask?"

Randy pulled out and drove down the road, "I was just wondering."

She looked at him suspiciously, "There's always a reason." She sighed and closed her eyes; her thoughts soon went back to her secret admirer. Was he the one who did that to her tires? He did give her all of those gifts so she doubts he could do something as harsh as that. "If only he could get me sleep." She mumbled, that was a gift she'd accept from him.

"What?" Randy asked confused, glancing over at her tired form. He couldn't help but smile a bit.

Mickie opened her eyes and looked over at him, should she tell? She had always kept it secret, but after today's letter, she didn't know if she was safe... Mickie sighed, "There's this guy who is always sending me stuff. It's all very wonderful but I honestly never want it. I wish he'd just give it to me in person. So I can tell him that he shouldn't waste his money and free time on a girl like me."

"So what, you just throw everything away?" Randy asked, a frown forming on his lips.

Mickie looked at him, "Of course not! I've kept everything from day one! I just... I don't know why I keep it, maybe it's because it's the only thing I have ever received some someone else from my mom." She chuckled at herself.

Randy laughed with her, "I see. But now you want him to give you sleep?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

She smiled, "It'd be great but unfortunately it's impossible. But he told me he was coming, hoping he could control himself. I didn't understand that, but for some reason, it struck fear in me." She said honestly, looking down at her bag.

Randy looked at me in surprise then looked away.

Mickie looked out the window and noticed the raindrops. It had started raining. She yawned, the hotel came into view.

"We're here." He mumbled.

She nodded and got out of the truck, rain began soaking her clothes already. Both quickly rushed into the hotel soaked head to toe. She shivered slightly as they walked over to the desk. They had to sign back in, her eyes ran over the rest of the wrestlers until she had found hers. They moved up to Randy's right above mine.

That handwriting. Impossible.

She slowly set the board down with shaking hands and looked up at him, he was glaring at her. He couldn't be her secret admirer, that was not possible! Wait, 'he' was coming. Her head dropped, "Stay away from me Orton." She quickly walked past him, why did she feel like she was going to cry? She had expected a sweet heart, not this damn jerk! He was always so mean to her! Why…

"Mickie, I..." Randy started.

Mickie turned and glared at him, "Don't. Tell me in another one of your stupid letters!" Anger suddenly bubbled in her chest, "Actually, don't ever send me anything ever again. You're just another playboy and you think I will become your next victim."

He started walking towards her; she frowned and continued to speed walk to her room. If he caught up to her, who knew what could happen?

"You have it wrong!" Randy yelled.

"Take your stupid gifts back Orton! I don't like them, they piss me off." Ahead she could see her door, quickly walking; she was able to make it inside. But before she can close and lock it, he used that stupid strength of his to keep it open and walked in. He looked so sad, knowing he was caught and his charade was up. Mickie glared at him, "Why won't you leave me alone?" She asked as her cheeks grew hot.

"I'm sorry," Randy apologized.

"Ok, now get out." She said, pointing over to the door.

Randy frowned and walked up to her, "What did I even do? I sent you all those gifts… poured my heart in some of those notes and letters…"

Mickie glared at him, "You did everything." She huffed as she tried to push him away from her. Her eyes then widened when he suddenly grabbed her hands, holding them tightly.

"I've waited long enough." He mumbled softly. He couldn't hold himself back anymore.

She was about to question him about what he meant but before she could, he pressed his lips onto hers in a forced manner. She wanted to push him away but he had her hands in his tight hold. Mickie mistaking opened her mouth to protest and Randy slipped his tongue in. Her face heated up, her heart was pounding in her chest. Why was she feeling this way?

Randy let go of her wrists and cupped her face as he kissed her deep and hard..

Mickie found her arms wrapping around his neck, god he was a great kisser! Our tongues fought and she moaned softly. It seemed she actually wanted this, why fight against something you want?

We broke apart for air, Randy looked down at her. She looked back up, innocence covering her expression.

She gasped when he suddenly picked her up, carrying her body over to the bed. Setting her down, his lips met hers once again.

"Randy..." Mickie moaned quietly as he kissed down her neck, marking me with love bites all the way down.

He looked at me, an unusual look in his eyes. It wasn't the look of the real Randy, the one we superstars know, but the Viper. The dangerous one. The look sent chills through her body.

"Mickie... do you love anyone?" He asked, his voice husky.

Mickie looked at him in confusion, did he mean if she was in a romantic relationship? How did she feel about Randy? Was this just another, "friends with benefits" type of thing? "I don't know..." She whispered softly.

His face softened and his lips touched hers gently. He wasn't going to ruin a relationship if she had a lover, even if he had wanted her badly.

She bit her bottom lip as she watched him pulled his shirt off; they really were going to have sex weren't they? She couldn't help but smile; she tugged her shirt off next. Goose bumps grew as the cold air in the room touched her skin.

"Are you okay with this?" Randy asked, looking down at me. He didn't want her to think this was rape or anything, he definitely didn't want that.

Mickie took a moment to think before she nodded, "Just to let you know... I'm not very good at this. I only had sex once..." She had lost her virginity while she was in high school and the guy left her after. No one had really tried after to get with her.

His expression turned to shock as he wondered how a beautiful girl like herself could have only had sex once. He smirked, "Then let this be the best experience of your life." He murmured as he began kissing her skin, not wanting a single part to be untouched.

She closed her eyes and muttered a small moan as he unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off of her. She reopened her eyes so see him kicking his off; he leaned over me. That look k in his eyes, it was hunger. Running her fingers through his hair, she pulled him down into another hard kiss.

Mickie held her breath as his reached behind her to unclasp her bra, once off; he threw it across the room. Her face went red and she pulled away from the kiss. "D-Don't look!" She gasped as she quickly covered here exposed breasts.

Randy grabbed her wrists and placed them above her head as his trail of kisses began to travel further downward.

Her face turned a darker red shade; a moan escaped passed her lips as Randy kissed around her breasts. Why was she so sensitive wherever he kissed her? He made her feel so good everywhere.

He let her hands go so he was able to massage one of breast as he sucked on the other.

Mickie placed her hands on his shoulders as her breathing became a little heavier. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this good.

His hands left my breast and he began to place butterfly kisses down my stomach.

She looked at him only to see his smirk, his fingers tugged at her laced black underwear. I nodded and he slowly pulled them off.

Randy's smirk widened, "Some ones excited." He purred as he noticed how wet she really was.

Mickie glared at him, "Are you just going to make fun of me or are we going to have sex?" She asked annoyed. She guessed she really wanted this. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his fingers rubbing her clit. Gasping softly, she felt one of his fingers slid into her. Panting softly, she could feel him pumping his finger into her. It felt so strange yet so good. Her breathing became heavy again as he added another finger. Her back arched up and she found herself moving along with him. A small groan passed her lips when she felt him pull out. Her face burned as she watched him lick her juices off of his fingers.

He them moved away to slip his boxers off. "Are you ready?" Randy asked as he positioned himself between my legs.

Mickie nodded and felt his member touching her opening. He entered in one swift motion, before she had the chance to change her mind. Good thing she had already lost her virginity or this would have hurt like a bitch.

He looked down at her to make sure she was fine; he was so nice at times like these. He began to move, his thrusts starting slow and gentle but beginning to go faster and harder. Leaning down, Randy kissed her passionately.

"Oh god Randy!" Mickie moaned loudly into the kiss. Feeling him rock into her, it made her shake with pleasure. She loved this, "More…" She pleaded in pants. Sweat slowly began to form on their bodies as they continue to make the bed rock.

He continued kissing her, thrusting into her, moaning against her lips. He felt his climax approaching, just as she was.

She broke away from the kiss and moved to the side of his face. "I think I may like you." She whispered into his ear.

He looked at her and smiled, not a smirk but a smile. She smiled back before crying out as she hit her climax. Soon enough, he hit his too. He rolled off her and hugged her close to her body as they both panted softly.

Closing her eyes, she heard him mutter something before she passed out, snuggling closer to him in his arms. He was so warm; she couldn't help but smile unconsciously. The thought or Orton being the bad guy vanished from her thoughts. A new, much nicer and gentler one replaced the old one. She liked this one, possibly loved him. You could always grow to love one you always hated. Love was just strange like that, it worked in many ways.

The next morning quickly came and Mickie slowly opened her eyes to find the bed empty beside her. Did Randy leave? She then noticed a vase of roses on her dresser. Wrapping the blanket around her naked body, she walked over to it and noticed a card.

"My dearest Mickie, I hope you enjoyed last night and also this vase of roses because they reminded me of you. So Beautiful and they always smells so nice. You know where to find me. Love, your Secret Admirer"

Mickie couldn't help but smile, after getting dressed in today's outfit, she headed out to find her secret admirer.

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