Author: GG Bayley
Email: dredarin@aol.com
Rating: PG
Content: nothing really, perfectly harmless; a bit of swearing I guess
Distribution: Fine, just tell me where
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, not saying they did this. All character property of WWFE.
Character Note: Adam Copeland and Jason Reso are Edge and Christian of the WWF.
Ivory banged on the door, then groaned and leaned her head against the cold surface. She nearly fell on her face when the door was opened, but strong arms caught her.
"Ivory," Adam said, giving her a friendly smile as he closed the door of his dressing room. "What a surprise. Can I help you with something?"
"Yes, please," Ivory groaned. "I feel like shit, Adam."
"Bummer." Adam looked at her inquiringly. "Any particular reason?"
"Guess." Ivory put a hand to her abdomen and groaned. "It's that time of month." She looked up at him pleadingly. "I thought maybe you could help? You helped me so much last time..."
Adam grinned. "Sure, babe. No problemo. Just, um - " He looked around, spotting an empty table and dragging it to the center of the room. "Lie down on the table," he instructed.
Ivory did as she was told, lying down and trying to relax. Adam gave her a bright smile. "I'll make you feel much better. Now close your eyes and try to relax, ok? You look really tense." He put his hands on her stomach, then gently slid his fingers down to her abdomen, and began kneading the soft flesh tenderly. "Does this hurt?" he asked with concern, seeing her wince.
"If you're asking if it hurt down there, yes, but it fucking hurt in the first place," Ivory groaned.
Adam clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Now Ivy, is that any way for a member of RTC to talk?"
"It sure as hell is, when my fucking body feels like its fucking tearing its fucking self apart!" Ivory replied, groaning again.
"Calm down, you're not relaxing." Adam pressed harder on a certain spot.
"Ooh! Oh, that's good," Ivy said. "The pain isn't half as bad now. Oh, don't stop!"
Adam smiled, continuing to massage her hurting abdomen. "Mmm, that feels so good....yeah, right there, that's the spot...Adam, don't stop...oh, that feels so...ooh, yes," Ivy moaned, beginning to look much more relaxed as his gentle motions continued. "Oh, you're so good at this...mmmm...."
Meanwhile, Adam's partner, Jay Reso, had just arrived and was standing outside the locker room they shared. He was about to enter, when he heard something that made him stop.
"Ooh, Adam, yes....that feels so good..."
The voice was clearly female. Jay's eyes widened, and he stood there silently, listening. 'What the heck is going on in there?' he thought. Finally, the soft moans stopped and the door opened. Ivory stood in the doorway, facing back into the room. Jay could tell there was a big smile on her face.
"Thank you so much, Adam, that was wonderful," she told the blonde bombshell. "Same time next month?"
"You bet. Have a great day, Ivy," Adam called after her as she walked happily out of the room.
Jay glanced after her, then entered the room. He stared at his best friend. "Adam, what was that?" he asked in disbelief.
"Huh? Oh, Ivy was feeling bad, so I helped her feel better," Adam replied.
Jay's mouth fell open. "You - and Ivory?"
Adam looked confused for a moment, then laughed. "Jay, you have dirty mind!" he exclaimed, still chuckling. "She had cramps, and I helped loosen up her muscles so they went away."
"Oh." Jay cleared his throat, chuckling himself. "Sorry. It just sounded like - well, something else."
Adam shook his head, bopping his partner on the back of the head. "Jay Reso, get yourself out of the gutter!" he exclaimed.
THE END