This is actualy a collection of short stories that all start with this senerio. There are different writing styles throughout. This is a work in progress.

Miscommunication

Disclaimer: They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery, well I think Fanfiction is. I don't know or own Mr. Bautista or any other employees, staff, or associates of the WWE. I do own the original character and creation of this work. All of the ideas and scenario are completely fabricated. I do not endorse, give or receive any payment to WWE or their holdings. Nor do I intend to disrespect or embarrass any of the characters or their families. These characters and their personas are property of WWE.

The only thing I own is the orginal character and she doesn't have a name. How pathetic am I?

Rating: MA (The following includes strong sexual contact. It is intended for mature auditions only)

Feedback: Is welcome.

Her POV

I've been dreaming about making love to you all week. At 7:30 tonight, I'm yours. I'll be in room 615, with the door unlocked, wearing nothing but a blindfold. I'll have everything waiting for you.

You can have me anyway you want. I want to give myself to you completely.

I can't wait to feel you inside me.

Yours always

I stuck the letter in his black gym bag as I hurry out the dressing room before he finishes going over his match in the ring. Tonight would be the night that I finally tell him I love him. Tonight would the night that I show him that I trust him…completely. Trust has been so hard for me and he has been so patient.

I rush back to the hotel to get everything ready. Satin sheets, strawberries and whipped cream, his favorite. I put the champagne on ice just before I get in the shower. I can't wait until he's here. As I wash myself, I start to smile just thinking about what he will do to me. He's so gentle with me. My gentle giant.

I dry off, and put baby lotion on. He says he loves the way I smell, like a baby, his baby. I put my hair down. He likes to have my long hair down when we make love. He says he loves the way it tickles his chest when I'm on top of him. I lie in the middle of the bed and look at the clock. It's 7:20. I look over at the night stand again, just to make sure everything is ready. It's perfect. I tightly tie the black blindfold around my eyes and lay back on the bed.

A few minutes later I hear the door open. I try to keep my excitement to myself. I hear him walk across the floor towards the bed. Something seems different. He doesn't seem to have as much of a presence has he normally does. But I'm so excited that I hardly pay that any attention. I hear him inhale to speak, but I cut him off before he can.

"There are only 2 rules. No talking and the blindfold only comes off, when you take it off me." I whisper.

I hear his belt unbuckle and his clothes drop to the floor. He sits on the side of the bed next to me. Kiss me, I whisper internally, but he doesn't. Instead he softly kisses my neck. This is different; he always starts by kissing me. But I told him he could have me as he pleased.

He gently takes me by the wrists and pulls my arms over my head. Then he kisses my breasts. My nipples harden as his tongue runs over them. His hand slowly trails down my stomach and I quiver at his touch. The way he is kissing my body is different too. Normally, he kisses me like he's ready to devour me, but tonight, he's taking his time. It's almost like he wants to explore my body for the first time. I feel his weight move to the foot of the bed. He doesn't seem as heavy as he normally does, but I want him so bad, I dismiss that thought.

He pauses. I open my eyes and struggle to see something against the blindfold that covers them. My brain struggles to get a signal from my body of what he's going to do next. I want to see it all, but there is excitement in not knowing.

I feel something cold fall between my legs. Whipped cream, I tell myself. He spreads it on me and starts to kiss my inner thigh. He gently pushes my legs open more and I feel the cold substance spread across me to my other thigh. Then I feel his tongue; soft and warm licking it up.

There is something different in the way he's pleasuring me. Tonight, he's so gentle. It's like how it was the first time we made love. Back then, he would do it like he was trying to figure out what I liked. I enjoyed him playing with me to see.

He loves me so much. This is my gift to him, and he's making love to me the way I want it.

I feel his fingers enter me now. I suck in my breath as he adds more inside me, while he's still pleasing me with his mouth. I can't take it any more. I have to touch him. I slide one arm down toward his face, but he catches it before I get to him. "Tsk, tsk, tsk" he says and gently puts it back up toward the headboard. Once he secures my grip on the headboard, he returns to his meal.

I want to touch him so badly, I want to watch him pleasure me, but I can't. I'm so frustrated, yet he feels so good. Slowly, I start to feel a bolt of electricity shoot through me. I can't stop my legs from twitching every time his tongue goes over my clit. I'm so close, I can't stop it.

In the middle of my orgasm, he slowly inserts his hard manhood into me, sending me to another level of ecstasy. He moves slowly and deeply. This is familiar. He's never been the type of lover that rushes. He moves precisely burying himself deep within me.

I let out moans of pleasure as he fills not only my body, but my soul.

I want him to lay on me. I need to feel his skin on mine. But he doesn't, he remains hovered over me, daring not to come too close. The fact that he outweighs me by 200 pounds never bothered him before when we made love. I like having his heavy body pin me to the bed. I can't tell him that I want him feel him. After all, they were my stupid rules.

I feel his tongue touch my lips softly. I try to lean up to kiss his lips, but he backs off. The closest I get is our tongues meeting outside of our mouths. I taste myself and whipped cream. His tongue tasted so good, I wanted it inside my mouth.

I feel that familiar electric volt enter the pit of my belly again. My moans alert him to it too. He slowly pulls out and starts to taste me again.

He is so full of surprises tonight. This is the spark our relationship needed. Not that we take each other for granted, but we had become comfortable in our love making.

This is too intense. I want to come so badly, but I feel him backing off. With one hand he grabs my wrists and moves my arms down to my chest. He gently turns me over. Now I'm on my stomach.

His tongue slowly trails down my back and over my ass. I hope he doesn't try it. He knows I don't like anal. But if it's what he wants, I'll suffer tonight.

He pushes my legs up so I'm on my knees. He starts to lick my ass. Then I feel him upright behind me. He rubs the head over my entrance, I wince expecting the pain. The last time we tried this had not been pleasurable.

Instead, he enters me where he knows I like it. He moves slowly, in and out. I feel a sting on my ass, then on the other side. Normally, I don't like being hit, but tonight I love it. I want him to do it again, and he does.

He reaches his arm around my waist and starts rubbing me. There is nothing stopping me now. I let out a cry as I cum all over him. My body shaking makes him burry himself deep inside as he does too.

All I can do is collapse on the bed. I curl up wanting him to curl up next to me. Suddenly, I hear the door close. He really likes having it his way. I lay there waiting for his return. All I could do was think about tonight as I softly drift off to sleep.

I awake by his tongue gently running up and down my clit. I don't know how long I've been asleep, but it doesn't matter now. He removes my blindfold while he's making love to me.

After we climax together, I look up at him. "You are just full of surprises tonight," I say.

John's POV

"Yo, man. How many times I gotta say stop putting your shit in my bag?" I yell. Almost everyday, he puts his shit in my bag. Granted we have the same bag, but I put my initials on mine, on one side anyway. I throw his shit on the bench and grab the deodorant out of my bag. As I pulled it out, something falls out.

It was a note. Who the hell put a note in my bag? I read it to myself.

Oh shit. She must have put this in the wrong bag. She must have thought it was his when she stuck it in here. Or did she know it was mine? My initials are on it.

She can't know that I've been pinning for her since that time I saw them making love a year ago. He and I were put in the same room and when they thought I was asleep they went at it. The way her skin looked against his, all her curves, her beautiful brown hair tickling his body. I watched them from under my covers and I wished I was the one she was making love to.

Naw, she thought it was his. They are so in love. The sickening way he says her name and the way she makes goo-goo eyes at him when they talk. She wouldn't cheat on him. She loves him.

I should give him the note. But what if really was for me? What if he thinks I'm messing around with his girl? He's my best friend; I wouldn't want to end our friendship over a misunderstanding. I need to find her and tell her that I think she put the note in the wrong bag.

"Yo, I'm outta here." I yell to him. He's still got about an hour or so here. The note said 7:30, he won't be done until at least 8 or 9 o'clock.

I get to room 615 at 7:25, traffic was a bitch. I hope she's not "ready" yet. I opened the door and step in the room. I can faintly see her frame sprawled out on the bed. The candles are only giving me hints of her body as the light flickers upon her skin. She's lying on the bed naked, wearing only a blind fold. One hand is propped behind her head the other is out by her side. She has one leg slightly bent up on the bed and the other is out straight. She looks like she's posing for a centerfold.

God, she's beautiful. She looks like a Nubian princess.

She reaches her hand out toward me. I walk closer to the bed. I open my mouth to tell her about the mix up, but she tells me there is no talking. I watch her breast move up and down with each breath she takes. I am waiting for the angel and devil to show up on my shoulder and tell me what to do. But nothing happens.

I know this is wrong, I shouldn't be here, but I can't leave. I may never have to chance to make love to the woman that haunts my dreams nightly, again. Reluctantly, I take off my shoes and socks. I let my eyes engulf her as I take off my belt and my pants. I lick my lips with anticipation as I lift my shirt over my head.

I want to kiss her. I could just kiss her and leave. But what if I kiss her? She would know I'm not him. She knows her lover's kiss. Instead, I go for her neck. I'll kiss her softly that way she can't compare the two.

As much as I want her to touch me, I know she can't. I have to make sure she keeps her hand on the headboard. Once she touches me, she'll know I'm lying to her. Her skin smells so sweet, like baby oil. I make sure to sniff her as I lick her chest.

I take one of her beautiful breasts into my mouth. I've seen the way he treats them, like that's all she is, tits and ass. As much as I want to spend more time licking her sweet mounds, I don't want to miss the rest of her.

My hand explores her first and my tongue follows close behind. When I reach to her navel, I reconsider. What if I don't touch her the way he does. She'll know it was me and not him. But the goose bumps on her skins tell me that she's enjoying my tongue bath.

As I look up at her face, I notice the table next to the bed. She was pulling out all the stops tonight. He was going to have her, his way. I stick my hand in the whipped cream and walk over to the foot of the bed. Gently, I splatter it on her toned thigh. She giggles a little at that. I pull her legs apart and spread it over her center on to her other thigh.

If I'm going to ruin my friendship, then so be it. She's too beautiful and I'm too entranced by her to turn back now.

I brush my check against her thigh. She flinches with anticipation before me. I take a minute to smell her. She smells so good. More intense than that night I watched them together. My mouth is watering as I think about tasting her.

I lick her thighs first, and as she squirms on the bed, I start to taste her center. This is too much. I could easily cum right now, just by eating her. Her body responds just as I hoped it would. She's squirming on the bed and holding the head board. I want to explore her horizon; I want to make it mine if only for tonight.

I gently push my fingers in her. She's so small and wet. I watch her face as I see a pleasure filled smile erupt. Out of the corner of my eye I see her hand coming toward me. She can't touch me. I've come too far to be found out now. I grab her hand and put it back on the headboard.

I return to tasting her, while my fingers glide in and out of her smoothly. I feel her tighten around my fingers from the inside. She's going to go. I lick her harder as I anticipate the climax. As she grabs the head board and lets out a moan, I slowly insert myself into her.

I can't describe how good she feels. She's so warm and tight. He can't be giving it her like she deserves if she's this tight. I move around with ease, but I make sure to take my time. I go in deep and pull out all the way, so she can feel my affection for her.

She moans in paradise for me.

I want to take her in my arms and hold her close, but she knows what he feels like. He's got 80 pounds on me. I want to kiss her but again, it would give me away.

I can't take it anymore; I lean forward and lick her beautiful pillow lips. She tries to kiss me, but I move up just as she does. I stick my tongue between her parted lips, and she meets me in the middle with hers. Oh, her sweet tongue.

I'm going to blow at any minute. But I can't have it end yet. I want to enjoy her longer. I have to do something to stop myself. I slowly pull out of her and return for another taste. She's wetter than ever now, and much more seasoned to the taste. My tongue inside her reminded me of homemade apple pie and being kid on the 4th of July.

I have to take her from behind. I turn her over and she spreads her legs for me. I bathe her back and her ass with my tongue. I notice a tattoo on the small of her back. It had his name on it. What was she, his property? How dare he fucking brand her? She should be worshipped, not tagged.

I get her on her knees; I just look at her ass. I have been admiring it for so long, now it was in front of me, wanting me to take it.

I put the head up next to her entrance, but that made her flinch. I don't want to hurt her; I just want to love her. Instead I aim lower and enter her again. She's still so tight. From this position, the muscles inside her grip me as to almost pull my seed out of me. I slap her ass. She's really responsive to that. So I do it again, and again.

I need to feel her come on me again. I start to touch her and I feel the pulsating within her. The same as on my fingers now she pulsates on my cock. She moans and a wave of warm wetness washes over the head. This feeling was too much. I pushed my entire length into her and come harder than ever before. I love you, I whisper in my head as I pump the last of it into her.

She drops to the bed. I want to curl up beside her and hold her close to me, but I don't want her to think that she has cheated on her love. Instead, while her back was to me, I bend down and get my clothes. As I reach to the door, she is still rocking on the bed, laying in a fetal position. I look back at her one last time and leave of the room.

I put my shorts on in the hallway. What have I done?

I have ruined my friendship and fell in love all at the same time. I made love to the woman of dreams tonight and she can never find out.

Dave's POV

Every fucking thing has gone wrong tonight. When I talked to her last she told me she had a surprise for me and to be at her room at 7:30. That was this morning. I don't know what her surprise is, but it can't be bigger than mine. Tonight is the night that I'm going to ask her to marry me.

I wish we hadn't started so late. It's already 6:45 and we haven't gotten in the ring yet. I'm never going to be there by 7:30.

"They're broken." The doc says as she wraps Kurt's hand. Damn, it's 7:25 and I was in such a hurry that I broke two of his fingers. I call the room to tell her I'm going to be late, but she has a do not disturb on the phone. I call John's cell phone to ask him swing by and tell her I'll be there as soon as I can, but there is no answer from him.

It's now 7:45 and now Vince wants to talk to me; like, I have time for one of his lectures. All I want to do is get home and have my baby in my arms.

It's 9:30 and I'm just getting to the jewelry store. They show me the ring. It's perfect. 4 karats, princess cut on a platinum band. It set me back a pretty penny, but she's worth it. She's going to love it.

I look at the clock in the car, now it's 10:25. Why is traffic still so thick? I turn on the radio only to hear there is an accident on the highway and it's backed up for miles. This can't be happening. I manage to squeeze by on the shoulder and get off on the next off ramp. This exit has me on the other side of town. It will take me at least a half hour to get to her hotel.

Just as I think it's smooth sailing, I get rear ended. Now I have to call the fucking cops and have them do this insurance bullshit. Damn, is anything going to go right tonight?

When I open the door at 12:00, she is on the bed sleeping. She looks like an angel when she's sleeping.

I walk over to the bed. I see the whipped cream in the bowl has melted, the ice to chill the champagne was now just water. She's wearing only a blindfold. I notice the covers in disarray. She must have waited up all night for me and decided to pleasure herself instead. I wish I would have seen that. I love to watch her play with herself.

I jump in the shower. I've made her wait long enough. The least I can do is be clean for her. I want her to make me dirty again.

Dripping wet, I make my way to the bed. I place a soft kiss on her lips, then I move down to her center. I gently spread her legs apart and I inhale deeply. She must have really worked herself up. She's still so wet and smells so good. I lick my lips hungrily as I open my mouth to receive her pearl.

Slowly I suck her awake. I feel her hands touch my hair. The harder I press my tongue into her deeper she pushes my head. She pushes my head down so far, that I can't breathe. But I don't mind. She has every right to be pissed at me and if this is my punishment I will gladly take it.

I slowly put my fingers into her and she moans with delight. "Come for me." I whisper. A few more strokes with my tongue and she does. I lick my way up her body and rest at her mouth. She kisses me so passionately, like she's wanted to do that all day.

I love when she grabs my ears when she kisses me.

I can tell she's ready for me. She has her feet on the bed and her knees drop out to the side. She's grinding her pelvis into me. Not yet my love. I want you to taste my love for you.

I crawl up the bed and now my knees are at her shoulders. She can't see me, but she knows I want something that I never ask her to do. When she does it, it's mind blowing. But I let her do it on her terms.

I gently rub my rock hard cock against her cheek. I hold it just over her lips and her tongue exits it's cave and gently licks the tip. I can't take it. Her mouth is so warm and soft. She gently takes more of me in her mouth.

She's never been able to take all of me in, but what she doesn't get she makes up for it with her hands. Now she's completely sucking and jerking me. I have to lean one arm on he wall for support. When she does this to me, my knees get weak. I need to make sure to angle myself, so I don't choke her.

She starts to move my hips toward her and back. She wants to me to fuck her mouth. I gladly comply. I slowly move in and out of her mouth and her teeth gently graze the tip. I am going pour at any minute. She can sense how tight my muscles are getting. She grabs my thighs and that sends me over the top.

I empty into her sweet mouth and she cleans me off with her tongue.

I want her so much now. I kiss her again deeply. I can taste myself on her breath. I kneel before her and put her legs over my shoulders. Then I lay on her pinning her legs by her head. I gently push in her. She grabs my head and presses her open mouth on my cheek. I slowly move around in her; feeling all of her. I let up and her legs fall. She wraps them around my waist as I pump into her deeper.

I pull the blind fold off. "Look at me," I command gently, "Don't ever hide those beautiful brown eyes from me again." We continue to make love starring into each others' eyes. I can see by her face that she's about lose it. She tries to close her eyes. "Look at me. I want to watch you come." I whisper. She gasps for breath and shutters. A single tear falls from the corner of her eye, which I gently lick away. That's all I wanted. I wanted to see my baby happy.

I feel myself about to end too. I'm struggling to hold on to her longer. Suddenly she grabs my face and looks me in the eyes, "I love you, David," she whispers. I always knew she did, but she's never said it before. It's been hard for her; she's been hurt so much in the past. She tattooed my name on her body, she puts up with my mood swings and chaotic schedule. If that's not love I don't know what is. But, this time, her mouth finally said, what her body has been telling me all along. She loves me.

That's all I needed to hear. Those four words made my orgasm so much more intense. I come inside her, deep inside her. But before it is over, I manage to whisper, "Will you marry me?"

She didn't answer. She just kisses me gently. I drop my head between her neck and her shoulder. It takes me few minutes to get myself together. I reach for the box on the nightstand and show her the ring.

I put it on her finger and watch her as she cries tears of happiness. "You are just full of surprises tonight," she said smiling. We kiss, as I slowly entered her again.