I Love It

This one shot is inspired by the chorus of Rihanna's song Cockiness.

Disclaimer: I only own my OC and the idea. I am only borrowing WWE talent.

The bright fruit slid past the smooth red entrance and disappeared. The young woman eating the peach was sitting on a table back stage with her earphones in her ears; legs swinging in a child-like manner as she bit into the flesh of the fruit. She had been there before his interview began and he was surprised that he had been able to get through it without faltering; he had been watching her quite intensely as she had pulled out the fruit and started eating. She hadn't seen him watching her from the corner of his bright blue eye as she continued to silently draw pieces of fruit into her delicate mouth and moved to the music drifting into her ears.

"Okay Randy, we can move on to the photo shoot now," a stage hand said to the WWE Champion.

"Yeah, sure," he said clearly not paying attention.

She had put the peach into her mouth as she leaned back on her hands and lifted her chest in a stretch. The effect of this simple move made his breath hitch in his throat. The lines her body made when she pulled on her muscles were beautiful, but then again he thought everything about her was beautiful. His eyes were still drawn to the lips holding the peach. They shined with the nectar of the fruit, giving them a dewy sheen. He wanted to walk over there and take the peach and trace where her pearly teeth had been with hiss tongue. He wanted to touch the corner of her mouth and have her lipstick stain his finger. He wanted her. He always had, ever since she joined the roster four months ago. He never had a chance to speak with her alone and now here she was just a few feet away forming an erotic arc with her body. It was as if someone was teasing him.

His eyes widen a bit as he watched her drop her stretch and take the earphones out of her ear. She turned to him, pushing her bangs from her eyes and smiled at him, a simple, heart-melting smile. She dropped to her feet and walked silently to him, her smile never leaving her face.

"Violet," he greeted with a handsome grin.

"Hi Randy," she said, "Would you like some of my peach? I noticed you watching during your interview, I have a match to get ready for, but I can't leave here knowing I didn't offer it to you; especially since I didn't see you eating today."

Randy's mind shot off several thoughts, 'She noticed I wasn't at the cafeteria today. Was she looking for me? Maybe she wanted to sit with me today and I wasn't there. Was she really referring to her peach, or does she mean something else, she is one for innuendo,' finally his brain came up with an idea that his body seemed to agree with.

Without saying a word he took her tiny hand in his and raised it to his lips. Without breaking eye contact he took a bite of the fruit and chewed, slowly, tasting her lips and feeling a charge rushing through his body. When he swallowed he let go of her hand and thanked her.

'This woman will kill me,' he thought to himself. 'It isn't like me to let any woman affect me the way she does.'

Violet smiled warmly at him. She bid him a goodbye and began to walk off, moving as if to a waltz, but before she got far she stopped and turned back to him.

"Don't forget that while you have a championship match this Sunday you have a tag match with me in an hour so I'll see you soon."

Randy couldn't speak. He nodded and watched her walk away. Had she been another diva he wouldn't have cared about the match, but Violet had him excited about joining her in the ring. She was talented and beautiful. She also made eating look incredibly sexy.

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