Title: Fire and Ice
Author: Mel aka Queen Mab 319
Rating: Currently going with PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the story idea and the people you do not recognize.
Pairings: Undecided
Summary: She appeared to be an ice princess, but when they got together she was full of fire, but what happens when the fire threatens to burn out of control?
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Prologue
"I want you." He muttered into her hair.
"No you don't. No one wants me. I am just the best friend. It's okay. You don't have to pretend."
"Yes I do. I mean I am not pretending. Why don't you think I want you. I am in love with you. It didn't take forever. It was an instantaneous thing. I just denied it for a little while." He said as she moved his hands up to her face to make her look at him. He could see the uncertainty reflected in her eyes.
"I love you. I don't love Stacy or Trish or Christy or anyone else. I love you."
The uncertainty he had seen in her eyes made he fall in love with her even more.
"You are prefect, beautiful, wonderful, a bitch, an angel, a drug. All of these things I love about YOU. They make me want you even more. Last night when we were all watching movies and you were dressed in your ratty PJs with your hair on top of your head, oh my god, I, god you took my breathe away. All I could do was watch you. I wanted to pick you up and carry you to your room and make love to you. Hell I would have done it right there not caring that we were surrounded by people. Every time I see you, my heart beats faster. It has from the first moment I saw you. I love you. Look at me…Jordan. I, Randy Orton, Love You!"
With that he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.
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Jordan Kingsley sat at a table in backstage eating area of Smackdown. Tonight the show was in yet another nameless city and she had to of course be present.
Jordan was one of several people in charge of talent relations on the road. She was also one of the youngest at 24. Jordan had graduated from Clemson two years ago with a dual degree in communications and marketing and well she had done a few internships, but had received the opportunity of a lifetime when she by chance applied for a job with World Wrestling Entertainment. Jordan had quickly fallen in love with her job. She found the travel exciting and the talent were for the most part all kind and fun people. Only a few were not so nice, but eh so was life.
Jordan was lost in looking at some papers for the next few weeks of road travel, thus she failed to notice she had an audience until the audience made itself known.
"Looking at those papers a little to closely aren't ya girl?"
Jordan jumped at the voice, but she looked up and smiled.
"Nah. Just skimming it. Why don't you sit down?" Jordan said leaning back a little and smiling.
"I'm not sure you noticed, darling, but I am already sitting down." The wrestler used his hands to illustrate his point.
Jordan smiled at her mistake.
"Sorry. I guess I am a little distracted."
"Ya think? What's the matter? JBL ask you to have a drinking contest with him again?"
Jordan smiled. "No. He hasn't ever since I out drank him that one time, he kind of steers clear of me."
The Undertaker smiled.
"Good point. So what's the matter?"
"Nothing. Just feeling a little under the weather and distracted lately."
"Aww and would this have anything to do with anyone or anything in particular?"
"No. Now stop fishing. What exactly may I do for you tonight Mark?"
"Well nothing in particular. I was just wondering if I could ask you a question."
"Shoot." Jordan said as she sat back looking up at the large superstar.
"Sara wanted to know if you wanted to join us in a few weeks at our home in Texas."
Jordan was a little shocked and amazed.
"I'd love to. I can't believe you want to have me at your home. I'd love to come visit though."
"Good. I can't wait to see you try to ride a horse."
"Wait riding a horse?"
Taker laughed at the girl's expression.
"Yeah, Jordan I live on a ranch, outside Austin."
"Yeah, I forgot. I'm sorry."
Mark just smiled at Jordan.
"Yeah. Now I have to run sweetheart, got a match to prepare for."
Mark stood, smiled once more and left the catering hall.
Jordan once more looked down at her paperwork, but found she still couldn't focus. She started to feel nauseous. She dropped the papers she was working on so she could grab her stomach. She laid her head down on the table she was at.
"Jordan, are you alright?"
She suddenly jumped up at the sound of another voice and visibly cringed when she saw who it was.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Stacy." Jordan tried to smile at the tall blonde Smackdown diva.
Stacy looked down at Jordan's pale face and didn't believe a word she said.
"Could I get you something? Some water perhaps or a cracker?"
Jordan tried to smile.
"Umm water would be nice."
The tall blonde nodded and walked off quickly to grab a bottle of water, leaving the shorter amber haired young woman to lay her head back down.
"Why does my stomach hurt?"
Suddenly Jordan burst up from the table. No, I can't be. She thought to herself.
She was about to rise up from the table, but stopped at the return of the former Babe of the Year with her water.
"Here ya go Jordan. Can I do anything else for you? Get someone? Get a trainer?"
"No, thanks, Stacy. I'm going to be fine. I think it's just a stomach bug."
Stacy's nose wrinkled at that and she took a few steps back.
"Well, maybe you should take a few days off and relax."
Oh you'd just love that. Jordan found herself thinking once more.
"I might. Now if you'll excuse me." Jordan said once more, picking up her papers and leaving the catering area to go off in search of anything or anyone else that wasn't specifically a WWE superstar.
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"Hey Jordan! There you are. I have been looking for you everywhere." Jordan cringed as she heard the voice of Randy Orton, a man she really didn't want to see right now.
She plastered a smile on her face though and turned towards his voice.
She saw the tall Smackdown superstar dressed in a pair of track pants and an RKO shirt over his wrestling speedo.
He's blue eyes held nothing but warmth as he looked at the young woman, whom he counted as one of his best friends.
"Hey I have been looking everywhere for you."
"Here I am." Jordan said as she leaned back against the wall.
"I can see that. Hey I just saw Stacy she said you felt under the weather." Randy moved to standing in front of Jordan, a hand coming out to push some of her hair behind her ear that had loosened from her ponytail.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just not feeling great."
"Aw, poor baby. Do you want me to do anything for you? Do you need medicine, a trainer, to be taken back to the hotel?"
Jordan smiled.
"No it's fine. I just need to get some air."
"Okay. I'll join you. I still have a few minutes until my meeting with Taker about our match tonight."
Jordan really didn't want to be near Randy any longer than necessary.
"You know what…I think I feel better now. I think I'm just going to go seat in the production room. I have some more paper work to fill out."
Randy looked sad.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah." She nodded, then turned pale as Randy leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. He was so close she inhaled the scent she had come to associate with only him, a mixture of cologne and sweat and whatever else he used.
He smiled as he leaned back, then brought his hand up to touch her face. His blue eyes connecting with her's.
"Well okay. Feel better, okay? 'Cause you need to go out with us tonight or we can hang out in the hotel, if you want. Maybe get some pizza and watch movies? Like we used to. We haven't done that in what like a month or so?"
Jordan nodded.
"Maybe."
"Yeah, maybe." He smiled once more, before moving back and walking off in the direction of the Undertaker's locker room.
She watched him go, then turned to lean against the wall for a few moments.
"I can't be can I?" She asked herself out loud.
She thought back for a moment to the night six or so weeks ago when she had had sex with her best friend. The night he didn't remember the next day, and now the night that was responsible for her possible current predicament.
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A/N: So I wrote this a while ago and just found it and thought what the heck. So is it worth continuing? Mel