The music in the bar was somber, sitting just far enough in the background to be easily tuned out. Katia had been nursing her drink for ten minutes now, fighting off the anger at her roommate. This was the sixth night in a row Katia had been driven from her own apartment because her roommate needed some "quality time" with the ass she called a boyfriend. Katia grumbled to herself as she took a larger sip of her drink, wondering just how long was enough to avoid going home. She glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, huffing quietly at the time. Too early.
Randy was still jazzed after his match with Rollins, and Roman and Daniel had offered to buy drinks. They'd had to go a bit out of the way to find a less popular bar, not really wanting to fight off hoards of fans. They entered the dive, already laughing at some stupid joke Daniel had made. Randy did a sweep of the bar, eyes landing on a lone woman. She was working on a beer, or so it seemed, and despite her looks, she was alone. Daniel and Roman followed his gaze, one giving a low whistle and the other one muttering a whoa. The three men glanced to each other, and moved to take seats at the bar near her.
Katia was aware when they sat near her, and she couldn't help but glance over out of curiosity. There were three men, all well-built and decent sized. One had a fluffy beard, another had long black hair and surprisingly light eyes; the third man gave off a rather intimidating air, with close cropped hair and the beginnings of a beard on his jaw. They all threw her occasional glances, and it both excited and frightened her. She'd attracted attention from guys before, but never guys that overtly attractive. She finished her drink and waved for another.
"Her drink is on us." The dark-haired one spoke up, turning to give her an easy smile. She turned to face them fully, glad she'd worn a simple pair of dark jeans and a nice blouse. It was comfortable, but still nice enough to count as 'going out wear.' The bartender brought the drinks over, and the men turned to face her. The larger one, the one that was a bit more intimidating, moved to the bar stool on the other side of her, sipping his own drink.
"Name's Daniel." The bearded one spoke up, before pointing to the dark haired guy who'd bought her drink. "That's Roman, and that's Randy." Now, he gestured to the one on her other side. She nodded to them each in turn with a small smile as she sipped her drink.
"I'm Katia. Nice to meet you all." Randy gave his own smirk in response, waiting until she turned her attention back to Reigns to look her over. Her top was just fitted enough to hint at curves, but her jeans left almost nothing to the imagination. They hugged her hips nicely, and when she leaned over to shake the other two mens' hands, her top slid up to reveal just an inch of skin. It was the color of coffee with cream, and his hands itched to see if it was as soft and smooth as it looked. She turned to him then, offering a hand. He took it, giving a firm shake before releasing her. She returned to her drink, taking a sip while bouncing her gaze between the three of them.
She was sure she had seen them somewhere, but Katia couldn't quite place where. They spent some time talking, though they didn't give any good clues. Slowly, Roman and Daniel moved away, and she was left with Randy. She turned to face him fully, running her fingers along her empty glass as they chatted a bit more. He kept her gaze with his own piercing one, and she really hoped she was reading everything right and not making a complete fool of herself. She ran a hand through her dark hair self-consciously, turning to wave for another drink.
Randy could tell she was a bit nervous, and he was more than happy to pay for as many drinks as she needed. Not that he needed her drunk; no, she was clearly responding well to his advances, and it was time to push them a bit further. When she turned to the bartender, he caught eyes with Daniel and gave him a signal. The man nodded, passing the message to Reigns just as she turned back to him. She nodded to his own almost finished drink.
"Do you want another? I'm sure I could ask before he made it over here." She was halfway turned to ask when he took her arm gently, bringing her back around to face him. She gave him a curious look, and his smile turned to a grin. Her eyes darkened immediately, and he already knew how she'd answer his question.
"Actually, I was hoping we could get out of here…" Katia's heart jumped into her throat, but she nodded. If her roommate was going to enjoy herself, then Katia was damn well going to. She fumbled a bit to pull out her wallet, but Randy already had the money on the bar by the time she looked up again. She pulled her jacket on as they left the bar, feeling the gazes of his two friends on her as they did. They headed for her car, and he gave her directions to a local hotel. Not a local then, but she could swear she recognized him…
He was finding it difficult not to grab her or kiss her while he checked them in under one of his alias' for work; the ride in the elevator was so much worse. She used the key card to swipe them in, closing the door behind them. He wasn't waiting any longer after that; he pulled her in for a hard kiss, pressing her back against the door and resting one hand on her lower back. She groaned, kissing back with as much fervor as he had. He let his fingers brush below her top, tracing the digits over her skin with a surprising gentleness.
However, if there was one thing Katia didn't do, it was gentle. She pushed against him, backing him towards the bed she knew was behind him somewhere, catching him off guard. Her hands moved to tug at his shirt, and they broke the kiss long enough for both shirts to come off. She tossed his without looking to see where it landed, instead focused on his hardened torso. She was breathing heavily, causing her chest to rise and fall, and Randy immediately took advantage of her distraction with his own chest. He turned her quickly, practically throwing her onto the bed before crawling up her form, drawing a gasp from her lips. He dragged his nose up her chest to her neck, gently nipping at her collarbone. He gave another gasp, and he took that as an okay to continue, trailing kisses and bites along her neck.
Randy dragged his hands down her sides, moving to undo her jeans. He stood, pulling on them with just enough force to pull them off, careful not to tear anything or hurt her. If possible, her already dark eyes darkened even more. He studied her for a bit, taking in the matching blue bra and panties. He'd expected black, or red, but he was surprised to find he preferred the deep color with her skin. She sat up then, sitting on the edge of the bed and undoing his own jeans with a surprising amount of force. He looked down at her in surprise as she came face to face with the growing need in his boxers, and he almost lost it when she licked her lower lip. She brought her gaze to his as she leant in and tugged at the waistband with his teeth, and he groaned. Randy buried a hand into her hair, closing his eyes as he felt the material slip over his thighs in one swift motion. Her hands were on his hips then, and he could feel her breath ghosting over his length.
Katia was floored by the sheer size of the man in general. He was a towering wall of muscle, and it certainly didn't end at the waistline. Her eyes widened just a bit, a burning stirring deep inside herself. She leaned forward slowly, hearing the hitch in his breath as she gently pressed her tongue to the head. She started slow, working her lips and tongue along the whole length before taking him into her mouth. He moaned a bit louder, hips bucking just a bit in response. She picked up the pace, bobbing her head at a steady pace while his grip in her hair tightened. She gave her own moan around him, and he hissed just loud enough for her to hear. Suddenly, he pulled her off, tossing her back onto the bed. She sat up just in time to have him attack her lips, hands working to remove her bra and underwear as quickly as he could. She gasped as his finger delved between her legs, and he gave her a smirk as his touch ran along the opening teasingly. Katia arched her back, hands moving to grasp his shoulders tightly. He slid a finger in, immediately curling it to press against her most sensitive spot.
Her cry as she arched under him was almost too much, and it took every ounce of his self control to keep doing what he was doing. He was doing everything he could to take this slow for her, but she was starting to rut against his fingers, and it was driving him insane.
"Damn it, Randy, if you don't fuck me, I'm going to take care of myself." The words were growled, and caused his gaze to snap up to hers. There was a desperation in her eyes, along with a fire that let him know she would do exactly as she said. He leaned back to pull a condom from his jeans pocket, rolling it on and leaning back over Katia. He didn't settle his full weight, instead allowing their chests to brush together gently. He pushed in, watching as her eyes closed and her mouth dropped open. He closed his own eyes, everything focused on the feeling of her wrapped around him, and it was enough to start him thrusting. He couldn't hold back, but from the sounds she was making, it was more than okay with her. She clawed at his back, and it kicked everything into overdrive. He pulled out, flipping her over and pulling her up onto her knees before reentering her. He gripped her hips hard, slamming into her.
Katia knew there would be bruises on her hips, and God knows how she was going to walk properly into work tomorrow, but at the moment she couldn't give a flying fuck. Her only focus was the feeling of him stretching her deliciously, his grunts as he pounded into her. She was close, but she didn't want it to end just yet. It was better than she'd had in awhile, and she wasn't about to let it go without enjoying every moment. She arched her back, taking him just that much deeper. His movements started to get erratic, and she knew he was close. She let go, giving a cry with each thrust until she came undone, keening his name. He growled hers as his finish came soon after, panting as they both collapsed to the bed. They stayed that way for a few minutes, before he moved off of her and headed into the bathroom. She heard sounds, but didn't have the capacity to put a name to the sound. She was still enjoying the afterglow when she felt herself being lifted and carried. It wasn't until hot water came in contact with her skin that her senses came back; Randy had run a bath and was currently cleaning them both off. She flushed, unused to the attention, especially from a one night stand. He was efficient, and all too soon he was tucking her into the bed and turning out the light. I didn't take long for her to drop off to a blissful, dreamless sleep.
The next morning, Katia woke in a bed next to a giant of a man. It took some time for her to climb out of bed and stumble to put on her clothes. She wrote a quick note and slipped out the door, ready for her walk of shame home.
Randy woke an hour later, mildly disappointed to find she'd left; he'd been hoping for a round two. Spotting the note, he picked it up, finding her first name and phone number, along with a small side note: Feel free to call next time you're in town. He would take her up on that offer, without a doubt, but for now he had to meet the guys for training.
Katia was at work, typing away at her computer when she realized where she'd seen Randy before. Smile fading, she dug through her purse frantically until she pulled out an envelope, sliding three tickets out. World Wrestling Entertainment, front row seats. And the headline act: Randy Orton vs CM Punk.