There was something about the way she moved. The way she danced, her hips swaying to the music... It mesmerized him. Everything she did made him want her more and more. His only obstacle was the man she was dancing with.

He was everything she ever wanted in a man. But things began to fall apart when they decided to take their relationship to the next level. Now, he's left behind while she's rocketing beyond him.

Inspired by the song "Think Like A Man" by Jennifer Hudson.

A/N: Thought it was time to try and place down this story I've had in my mind for some time. I usually always have music going, be it on iTunes or on an internet radio. Well, this song played, and while I didn't pay it any mind at first, I kept hearing it... Again. And again. And once more. It started talkin' to me, and I just couldn't ignore it anymore. This is my first attempt to place a song behind a story, and I hope it doesn't disappoint. Enjoy!

I do not claim to own the song, nor do I claim to own any WWE characters. The independent promotions that may be mentioned in this also belong to themselves. I own nothing but my original characters and the idea in my mind. Although I wouldn't mind getting Mr. Moxley for a night, or be able to sing that good!

"Well, what do you want me to do, Randy?" She waited for him to give an answer... Anything. Just some type of response, just to let her know that there was even the smallest chance that he still cared. "What do you want me to say? You lost the game you taught me how to play."

The silenced blanketed between them thickened, neither wanting to walk away. But she couldn't stay. Not when she knew that he no longer wanted things to be the same. They couldn't take this further, and she shook her head at the thought of even trying. Things were so easy. Why did he have to complicate them?

Grabbing her leather jacket and folding it over her arm, she gave him one last look before opening the door to his locker room. There was not a single sign of apology on his face, so she left. Left him behind to sit in his own shame, to wallow in his own pity. There wasn't anything she could do anyway. Her heart was somewhere else.

"""""

Her body slammed down the mat, graciously taking the bump that was delivered.

"And again," Regal called out.

Another flip over Natalya's shoulder. She laid there for a moment before quickly getting back to her feet.

"You look so pretty when you land," Natalya commented as she twisted her hair off to the side.

"Oh, don't tell me that. I don't want to look like a model when I'm being dropped down to the mat in pain."

"Rita!"

Regal approached the ropes on the side of the ring closest to the person who had yelled out her name.

"What do you want, Orton? We're training here."

"Oh come on, Regal," Randy scoffed. "She's the next women's champion. She doesn't need training."

"Maybe not," Rita said, winking at Regal. "But I do need to do my job. Now get out of here, I'll meet up with you in an hour."

Randy pointed a finger up at her. "Better not make me wait any longer."

Rita's eyebrows shot up at his demand, a smirk coming over her lips. That is what had attracted her to Randy in the first place. They could go joke-for-joke, punch-for-punch, figuratively, and neither one of them gave in. Shaking her head, she focused back on the task at hand. She would have her time with Randy later on.

"Okay, back to work," Regal said, clapping his hands together.

"""""

"Girl, what is up with Randy barging into practice like that?" Trinity pulled her hair up into a tight ponytail before shaking her head. "He's got something deep for you."

Rita grinned at her friend's words. "Everyone thinks that, but trust me, there's nothing." Continuing to apply her makeup, she noticed Trinity still looking at her. "What?"

"Nothing," she said with a laugh. "You just don't want to see it."

"Because there's nothing to see!" She placed her makeup items back into the appropriate bag, scoffing at the ideas she knew Trinity had. "Please, none of that nonsense tonight. I just want us to have some fun while we have a few hours to go out."

"Alright, okay, fine," Trinity hummed out, knowing that she wouldn't get anything out of her. "What are you wearing tonight?"

"That blue dress with all my sapphire stuff."

"That Randy bought you," Trinity added, receiving a light slap on her shoulder from Rita.

"Please, Trin!" She smoothed out the front of her hair that swept over her face. "Not tonight!"

A knock on their hotel room door brought them back to finishing what they were doing.

"Fine, fine, but I want all the details tomorrow over tonight," Trinity said as she walked towards answering the door. "I know something's gonna go down."

She swung open the door, the face of the man that was their topic meeting her view.

"Jon's downstairs," he said to Trinity with a smile. "Are you two ready?"

Trinity stepped away from the door, going over to her bed to place some items into a small clutch purse. "Ready as ever," she said. "And my man don't even come to the door to get me."

Rita scoffed. "Oh, stop it. You know Jon will be all over you when he does see you." She clasped on her sapphire bracelet, satisfied when it hung loose on her wrist. Completing her attire with a matching sapphire ring, she followed Trinity out the door, Randy's hand protectively placed in the small of her back.

"Feeling blue tonight?" he joked, a grin on his face.

Keeping her voice low as they stepped into the elevator, she shook her head. "Not at all, but if you interrupt my training session again, I'll make your balls blue." She paused to adjust the sapphire earring that seemed to be pinching her ear at that moment. "Permanently."

"Damn," Jon's laughing tone of voice said. "She told you, Randy."

His comment earned him a slap on the shoulder from Trinity. "That ain't necessary. Keep to yourself."

"Ow! What?" he shrugged. "It was funny."

"It ain't gonna be funny when you get the same treatment," Trinity said in a low tone.

This time it was Randy's turn to laugh, but he quickly stifled it when Rita shot him a look that could have burned a slap into his face.

"What is this place, anyway?" Jon asked as they stepped out of the elevator. He straightened the silver watch on his wrist before taking a hold of Trinity's hand.

Rita's shoulders shifted up. "Some club," she replied. Honestly, she was completely uninterested in going to clubs and bars. That scene just wasn't for her. But she went to hang out with her co-workers and friends.

"Everybody gonna be there?" Jon asked. His question was answered as they rounded a corner into a corridor that led them into a lobby.

"Right here," Randy said. "And it looks like nearly everyone's here."

Rita glanced up at the neon sign hanging over the entrance way. It was lit-up, the lights bouncing back and forth between a martini glass and the name of the club.

"The Martini Shaker?" Rita said, her eyebrows shooting up. "Well, that doesn't sound cheap at all, does it?"

"Trin! Rita!"

All four of them looked to where the loud voice was calling the girls' names. Ariane came barreling their way, a drink sloshing in her hand.

"Girl, that's your friend," Rita said quickly before grabbing a hold of Randy's arm and pulled him away from the group.

Randy looked at Jon, a worried look now plastered over the Samoan's face. "Sorry man," he simply said before being taken away completely. He and Rita settled at a small table near the back of the club.

"People sitting here?" Rita asked Randy as she looked over the table.

"Who cares," Randy said, pushing her body to sit on the bench, then shoving his way to sit beside her. "This place is already giving me a headache."

She placed her hands on the table, rubbing the coldness from her fingers. "So why did you want to come out?"

"What else were we going to do tonight?" he asked nonchalantly, eying two people making their way towards their table.

"Oh, I don't know," she dawdled out. "Stay in and get some sleep?"

"You and Randy actually get some sleep around each other?" John said as he stood in front of the table. He looked to his side, motioning Nicole to sit. "You guys order drinks yet?"

Rita shook her head. "We just got here."

"Well, let me do the honors," John said, starting to walk off towards the bar area.

"Just a water, Cena!" Rita called out, huffing when he waved his hand behind him at her.

"A water?" Nicole asked. "Girl, we planned to have some fun tonight."

Randy's lips pursed, a smirk settling. "Ri's idea of having fun was sleeping all night."

Nicole shook her head, happy to engage into conversation with the two as they waited on their drinks. She had to admit, Rita took her by surprise at first with her bold attitude and sharp demeanor, but she easily made friends with the woman as time went on. Now the two were nearly a year strong into their friendship, and she was thankful for it.

Glasses clinking down on the tabletop brought Nicole and Rita out of their talk. Nicole gratefully took the drink she knew John would order for her, and took a sip.

"Cena," Rita said as she looked at the drink that was slid before her. "I know you know the difference between a Mudslide and water." She looked up at him, her eyebrow raised. "Right?"

"Oh," John said, holding up his hands. "Hold on there, Rocky Rita. You can put that eyebrow down right now. I just thought you'd like to enjoy your favorite drink tonight."

"Since when do you know what I like?" she asked, snatching up the glass and taking a sip through the straw. The second the milkshake hit her tongue, she relaxed. Rolling the creamy texture around in her mouth, the sweet taste lit her up, and she let her head hang back. "So good."

"See?" John said as he took his seat next to his girlfriend.

Nicole's surprised face quickly turned into one of amusement as she sipped on her drink as well. The minutes passed, turning well into an hour of them sitting, talking and enjoying the simple company. Rita, however, had been dancing in her seat, the music finding its way straight to her bones. A second Mudslide and half of one of Randy's beers later, she couldn't fight the urge to dance.

"Where are you going?" Randy asked her as she slid herself over his lap.

"Have to go dance now," she said, willing herself away from his company.

"You want to go with her?" she heard John ask Nicole, and soon, Nicole was standing next to her, their bodies moving to the song.

"""""

Randy watched on as Trinity and Ariane soon found their way to Rita and Nicole. The four ladies dancing and having fun with each other made him smile. It wasn't often that Rita let herself go, even for just a night. No matter how hard he tried looking away from Rita though, his eyes found their way back to her. From the day he met her at headquarters as she was talking to Paul about signing her contract, he couldn't stay away from her. He didn't know what it was. He was just drawn to her.

Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one drawn to her presence. His eyes fell upon a male grabbing at her, the guy's hands rubbing down her body. He knew Rita hated when random people touched her. Randy could feel his face drop into a scowl as he watched Rita turn towards the man, her hand up in the air to bid the man back.

"Man," John whistled out. "I feel sorry for that dude if he doesn't leave her alone."

Randy took a sip from his beer before near slamming it down on the table. He stood, and against the advice of John, headed towards where Rita stood arguing with the man.

"Just one dance, sweetheart," the guy said, his hand reaching out to grab for Rita again.

She snatched her arm away from him again, her lips parted to cuss him out again. However, just as she was about to say something, another male body stepped in front of her, shielding her from the unwanted attention.

"I think the lady told you to back the fuck off."

Randy stopped in his tracks at the voice.

"Moxley, it's okay," Rita said, pressing her hands to his back.

"No," he said, not quite turning his head away from the guy. "It's not okay. It's going to be even worse if he doesn't do what's best for him, and leave."

"What's it to you?" the guy said. "I don't see no fucking ring on her finger."

"Jon." Rita pulled at his arm, attempting to turn him away.

"Ri!" Randy called out. "Come on, we're leaving!"

Rita looked at him, then up at the dirty blond in front of her.

"You okay?" he asked her. She nodded, avoiding the way his dark blue eyes scanned her face. He took her by the hand and led her towards Randy.

"Why are we leaving? I thought you guys wanted to stay out more?" Rita asked Randy as she joined him.

Randy paused, glancing at Ambrose. "Why don't we just head back to the hotel room?" he asked, his eyes slowly dragging back to Rita.

"Hey," Nicole said, taking a hold of Rita's arm. "Are you alright? That guy was a jerk."

"Yeah," Rita answered, nodding. "I'm fine. Really, I'm good. We don't have to go back."

Randy had already assembled walls around Rita, not wanting anyone else around her. He had to protect her. Block her from any harm.

"Let's go," he said, taking her hand in his.

Rita stumbled on her words, her thoughts being caught between her friends left standing there, and truly desperate for some air. It didn't help that the dirty blond hair devil had been the one to rescue her. Her thoughts continued floating back to him, even as she and Randy started heading towards his hotel room.

"Do you want to get your things?" he asked her as they waited for the elevator.

She nodded, then shook her head. "I don't know. I guess it can wait."

Randy looked down at her, her black hair cascading down and twisting off to one shoulder. The moment her emerald eyes met his, he thought they would completely undo him. They could make him do anything for her, give anything to her. Be anyone for her.

Resisting the strong urge to lean down and kiss her, he looked straight ahead.

"What's with Ambrose?" he asked, clearing his throat.

"What about him?"

"You let him touch you?"

She let out a thankful breath as the elevator chimed and they were able to step off. Following him to his room, she remained quiet, but she knew that when Randy had questions, he would want some answers. She waited for him to slide the key card into the door, her brain scrambling for something to say to him. Truth was, she didn't have any answers for him. She didn't know why Ambrose had come to her side.

"Well?" Randy asked as he slid off his suit jacket.

She looked at him from where she sat on the edge of the bed. Randy disappeared into the bathroom again, his fingers working to unbutton his shirt.

"Can we just pretend nothing happened?" she asked, sighing heavily.

Randy stepped out of the bathroom, his white dress shirt undone. Even when he looked a little sloppy, he still looked good. Rita's teeth grazed over her bottom lip, unable to stop the nervous bite.

"Did something happen, Ri?" he asked her, pulling open the clasp of his gold watch. "You tell me."

Her eyes examined him, going from his handsome face down his bare chest, lower still to the belt buckle that hung opened around his waist. This man always did know just how to tease her.

But she scoffed, standing up to undress her own body. She felt Randy's body behind her, his hard muscles pressing against her back. His hands roamed down the side of her curvy body, and his lips touched the back of her neck.

"Have I ever told you that you look amazing in sapphires?"

She laughed at his question, a smile on her face now. "Only a few times," she said, feeling his fingers pull the zipper of her dress down. "But you can remind me again just how much you like it."

Randy's hands worked the fabric down from her shoulders, feeling her shudder under his touch. He placed his lips to the side of her neck, rumbling words into her sensitive flesh.

"I love how your body responds to me." Gently, he spun her around, his eyes demanding her full attention as the blue dress dropped to the floor. She took a deep breath, her gaze lowered to the floor as she felt Randy's sweep over her. "So amazing."

His deep voice was enough to sent her over the edge. But when his hands found their way around her body, squeezing and exploring every bit of her... She could have melted right there.

Randy could tell she was losing sense of reality as his fingers touched her soft skin. He was pretty damn sure that Ambrose was far from Rita's mind. The thought of the new, young wrestler unsettled him though. He hadn't liked the looked that Ambrose gave Rita. They were too interested. Too intense.

"Randy," Rita whispered, her palms reaching to touch his face. He wasted no time in pressing their lips together, reveling in the soft moan in the back of her throat. Her hands fumbled with the button of his slacks as he pulled her to the bed.

"Lay down," he told her. Hardly paying attention to what his hands were absently doing to undress himself, he kept his eyes steadily on her, taking in the curves of her body. It pained him knowing that she still had her undergarments on. He needed to see her completely bare, showing and sharing herself to him. He wanted to know that her thoughts were still only with his.

Kneeling on the bed, he slid her panties down her thighs, a groan of pleasure coming over him as he was finally able to see her. He could tell she was ready for him, but he couldn't pass up an opportunity. They didn't often get a decent amount of time alone together. So he had to take this chance to taste her again. To familiarize himself with her sweet honey once more.

Rita gasped as she felt his tongue on her sensitive folds. She couldn't help herself from running a hand over his head, trying to control herself as he attacked her heat. Soon enough, she felt that tight coil, her breathing erratic, and she shook her head, begging him.

"No, please," she moaned out. "I need you, Randy."

His teeth pulled at the sensitive nub again, a grin on his face as he raised himself on his knees. He hovered over her, taking in the way her ample breasts spilled out from the fabric that attempted to hold them. His muscled arms reached for them, feeling them through the satin cloth. So soft and giving, he couldn't have asked for a better handful.

He pulled down a strap of the bra, exposing a squeezable mound. Guiding himself with his other hand, he found her waiting opening, the heat of her making him lose his head. He lowered his mouth to the peaked nipple, flicking his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth. Satisfied with how her eyelids became heavy, he plunged into her, his lips leaving her flesh for a second as he was consumed by her.

Brought back to his senses by her legs wrapping around his waist, he slowly eased himself out of her body, only to slam into her. Rita tossed her head back, crying out at the sensations he was giving her. His name seeping past her lips was the best thing in the world to him. Knowing that it was him that gave her pleasure, that it was his cock that was being squeezed by her warm, giving flesh right now... He concentrated on the connection between them, coaxing her body to let go around him. Her release carried out his, and feeling her body tremble underneath him willed him to do it all over again.

Randy lifted her body close to his, shifting their position. His cock twitched, still inside of her, as her soft hands ran over his muscular chest.

"What are you doing, Randy?" she asked, her hazy eyes settling on his features. She didn't have to be able to see him in the darkness to know the look on his face.

He could tell she was losing herself again in the sensation of him thrusting into her. He slowed down his pace, bringing a hand of hers up to his mouth. "I'm loving you."

Her eyes fluttered open as she leaned her head down. A kiss planted on her lips nearly made her forget what she was going to say. Shaking her head, she muttered through. "You feel threatened."

He pulled on her thighs to make her sit down on him more. Ignoring the moan of ecstasy that slipped from her, he clamped his hands over her hips. She fought against him suppressing her movements, though the way he tightened his grip on her made her look at him. She brushed her lips over his, silently pleading for him to take her.

He could feel Rita tense around him. She didn't have to say anything to him for him to know exactly what she needed. He laced their fingers together, their hands becoming one in the darkness. When her body started to jerk, and his name found its way past her lips again, he knew thoughts were once more erased from her mind. But he still refused to let her go. He wrapped a strong arm around her waist, holding her to his chest.

"Do I? When I'm the only one who has you?" He didn't stop his relentless thrusting in her, even when she began crying out. She clenched around him, tightening as the third release washed over her. The cloth of the bra that was half pulled away from her scratched at his chest as she worked his cock. He took pleasure in knowing that she wanted to satisfy him just as much as he had her.

Rita looked down, away from his blue gaze. She felt him kiss her hand, his lips running over her fingers. He loved her. She knew it. And that's what troubled her.

"Look at me," he said to her. When she refused, he placed his hands on either side of her head, drawing her attention straight into his eyes. "Let me have you, Ri."

She was completely at his disposal, and had been since the moment they became friends. That's all they were. That's all they could ever be. But she couldn't deny her feelings for him. They were real, and they were true. So, she allowed him to take her body. To use it however he wanted.

After all, that's exactly what she did to him.