Author's Note: No, my story is not accurate to Dave's current/previous life. This is my own story, my own flow, my own way. I had an idea, and i liked it, so i put it into a fan fic and went with it. Now, it's up to you if you like it or not, Just don't think i'm some kind of newb that doesn't know anything about Dave bautista, because trust me, i know alot about this man.

Oh, and Angie, Angel, or Angelina, whatever i have certain characters refer to her as, is indeed a WWE Diva in my story, And just because she has the same name that Dave's Wife did, doesn't mean she's the same person, because she isn't. so work with me here folks.

Thanks. :)

7:30 pm.

Our flight had landed about a hour ago, Me and Dave that is. I went straight to the hotel, but he always found some way to linger around and never go directly to the hotel like he was suppost too. i knew he'd be walking through that door any minute although it wouldn't surprise me if he was late again. I was Curled up on the couch with my head resting on the arm of it, flipping through the channels. I heard keys rattleing and I knew it was Dave, Although i wouldn't of been surprised if he had to knock, because even after being in the WWE for so long, and being in a 3 year marriage, He always seemed to lose his key card.

I glanced towards the door as Dave finally got the key card to work and saw him walk through. He looked tired, and didn't seem too happy to be there, which wasn't a surprise since our marriage wasn't at it's best.

"Hey." He said softly, sitting his bag down near the door.

"Hey." I whispered back. He made his way over to the couch where i was sitting and sat down at the other end. I curled my legs up a little more so he'd have enough room. He began to unlace his shoes and slide them off, not speaking at all, so i decided to break the ice between us.

"How was work?"

"Same old, Same old. Nothing new."

"Oh."

"Yep."

"Are you going to be at RAW tomorrow night?"

"Probably not. Vince has me flying out at noon tomorrow for a Meet and Greet Session." Lovely. I admit, I was probably the main reason our marriage was in the state that it was, because it felt like i never got to see the man that i loved, and it just wasn't fair. I was being selfish, i know. But can you blame me?

"So soon?" I asked glancing over at him. "When will you be back?"

"I'm not sure, Angelina. I'll have to call you and let you know." I hated it when he called me Angelina, and he knew that too. I prefered Angie, but i wasn't about to start a fight over him calling me that. We fight too much as it is, and i'd feel pretty stupid to start one over that.

"Well," I said sitting up, facing towards dave on the couch with my legs crossed. "I'm glad you're here now." He didn't say anything at first. He grabbed my hand gently and pulled me over to him, my head laying against his shoulder now.

"This is where i want you," He whispered, gently kissing the top of my head. "Right here, next to me."I nodded, Loving the way his embrace felt around me. It wasn't very often i got to feel it, because Dave never had been much of an affectionate guy recently, but he tried, or atleast i thought he had tried, to let me know that he loved me in his weird way. Well, As much as two people could love each other even if they did happen to fight most of the time.

"Dave." I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"Same here." Ouch. It stung every time he didn't tell me he loved me back. As a matter of fact, I honestly couldn't tell you the last time he told me that he loved me. There was an awkward silence, and to try to make the awkward moment pass faster, i traced my finger over the heart design that was on my jeans. I hated these awkward moments, they really did suck.

"I'm going to bed." I stated after awhile. "You coming?"

"Yeah, i'll be up in a bit, Just need to make a phone call real quick." I nodded, fighting the urge to ask who he was going to call. Truthfully, I had this gut feeling he had been sleeping around behind my back, but i never had any cold hard proof, and dave tended to throw that in my face everytime i asked him.

"Tell me, Angelina, where's your proof?" He would yell.

"Do i honestly need any, Dave? The way that your getting offensive is a red flag." I'd yell back. We'd go on and on for hours argueing about that, until finally he stormed out for the night and sometimes didn't come back until morning.

I shook the thought of another arguement out of my head and walked into the bedroom area. I shut the door just so Dave couldn't acuse me of being nosey and trying to listen in on his conversation. I slipped my jeans and shirt off and pulled on a pair of shorts along with a tank top and climbed into bed. I shut my eyes, just so it would look like i was attempting to sleep when Dave came up. Half a hour later the bedroom door creeked open, letting a little bit of light in. Dave began to remove all of his clothes except his boxers, and climbed into bed next to me.

"Angie." He whispered, moving his arms around me and kissing my neck softly.

"Mmm."

"I didn't wake you, did i?"

"Not quite." i whispered as i tilted my head a little, allowing Dave more Access to my neck.

"I was afraid i would."

"I wasn't quite to the sleeping point yet."

"You tired?" He asked, kissing down to my shoulder now. How could i be tired when the man was doing this to me? I shook my head, turning to face Dave.

"Not anymore." He moved one of his hands to my cheek as he began to kiss me, more and more passionate as time went by. Oh boy, did i know where this was leading or what? He moved on top of me and began to let his hands trail down my body. I moved my arms around his neck as he moved his lips to my ear.

"I want you." He purred in my ear. That was it, i was his. That tone of voice made me putty in this mans hands each and every single time. It never failed, to be honest. He began to bite my neck softly, causing me to let out a soft whimper. He pulled my shirt over my head, quickly moving down to my shorts and yanking them off as well. I could tell he was in this for the sex. Thats all it ever was about these days, it never was making loving anymore, it was simply sex. I mean don't get me wrong, the sex was amazing, But sometimes a woman needed a little more TLC. But i wasn't going to argue with him, or even try to stop him. I just let him have his way with me, like i always seemed to do.

This chapter wasn't as long as i'd like for it to be, but it's a start. I already have the next chapter done, but i need some reviews to make sure you like it so far before i go ahead and post it. so review, loves. :)