Welcome back! Our next couple is Trish and Test. I just miss them, but I'm not about to stop using them in my stories. Not by a long shot. So, please enjoy and don't forget to leave me a review! It means so much to me!
Both RAW and SmackDown were really good last week. And we're now two and a half weeks away from the grandest stage of them off! And I heard a strong rumor that there will be a new General Manager of SmackDown! I don't know who is it (okay, I do know but I'm not gonna tell you a damn thing), but I guess we'll just have to wait and see!
Enjoy and happy reading!
Lots of love, hugs and kisses from your resident writer and friend, Nina!
Author's note: Nothing new to add at this time.
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Toronto, Ontario, Canada
"Andrew, baby, can I come out now?" Trish called out from the bedroom.
"Not yet, baby. Just wait. Just go and be sexy for me," he called back, grinning from ear to ear as he turned their living room into a romantic restaurant.
Groaning with impatience, but, pleasant impatience, she went over to the mirror and applied some make up on her face. Ever since they decided to move in together, he's been coming up with some romantic surprises for her. From taking her to the hockey game to having a romantic dinner on the boat, to even taking a romantic ride on the country road, she's been falling in love with him even more. She wondered why she didn't get with him in the first place.
"Okay, Trisha. You can come out now," Andrew said a moment later.
Not being able to stop smiling, she straightened out her short black sleeveless dress and checked herself in the mirror one more time. Then, she opened the door and stood astonished. He turned their living room into a romantic atmosphere: candles, red rose petals, dining room table being set with even more candles lit and a bucket of champagne chilling.
"Happy one year anniversary, Patricia Anne. I love you," Andrew said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I love you, too, Andrew. I can't believe you did all of this," she cried as he pulled out a chair for her to sit in.
"Believe it, baby. You deserve the best." he took a seat across from her.
Throughout dinner, they just talked about everything. Trish was happy she was able to have a decent conversation with someone who's in her league. Andrew kept staring at her with his hazel eyes that made her melt.
He remained calm, but, deep down inside, he was nervous. He wanted tonight to be special and he didn't wanna ruin it by being nervous and acting weird. He held her hand a little more tightly, which caused her to wince.
"Drew, are you okay? You look a little pale," Trish asked, looking at him with concern.
"I'm fine, baby. Why do you ask?" he said.
"Because you're holding my hand a little bit too tightly and you're acting strange. What's going on?" she asked more fiercely.
No use hiding it. It's now or never, a voice in his head said. He got up from his seat and walked over to her, then he kneeled down on one knee and took her hand into his.
"Trish, the reason why I've been acting strange tonight is because I wanted this night to be special. Being with you over the last year has been a blessing to me. I love you so much that I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. I loved you since they say T & A was formed. What I'm trying to say is...I wanna make you my wife."
She was shocked. But it was happy shock. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a small red velvet box, then he opened it, revealing a sparkling diamond engagement ring.
"Oh, my God!" Trish exclaimed as he slid the ring on her finger.
"Patricia Anne, will you marry me?" he asked.
"Yes...yes, I will," she choked out. Then she leaped into his arms and kissed him passionately, shoving her tongue in his mouth. Before long, they were tearing each other's clothes off and wound up making love on the living room floor.
A moan escaped her lips with he slid inside of her with ease. Rocking his hips in a frenzy, he moaned in her ear as he pounded deeper and deeper inside of her. Trish screamed out his name and dug her fingers in his back when she felt him go deeper. Andrew found her mouth and kissed her hungrily, like a man possessed. She growled when she felt him go even deeper.
Tossing and turning all over the carpet floor, the two Canadians were definitely making a lot of noise. And it was incredible. Their hearts were beating as one. Their bodies slapped furiously together. Their minds raced with so many naughty and erotic thoughts about each other. They didn't care if they made too much noise. They were engaged, madly in love and happy.
Laying side by side after they reached their peaks, Andrew and Trish breathed heavily as they began to come down from the high. She then laid her head against his chest and sighed deeply.
"That was simply amazing," she said, breaking the silence.
"Tell me about it," he replied, kissing her forehead gently.
"Will it always be like this, Drew?"
He lifted her face up with his finger and looked into her hazel eyes, which were filled with love and affection. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers softly.
"Trish, baby, I love you with everything I have. I promise you, right here and now, that even after we're married, our nights are gonna be filled with nothing but love and romance. Now that we're gonna be together forever, I'm so looking forward to holding you in arms at night and waking up with you in the morning. I love you, Patricia Anne. It's you and me forever."
She smiled at the man she loved. How could she ever doubt him? It's obvious he loved so damn much.
"I believe you, Drew. I was just..."
"Scared? Skeptical? Baby, I know. I know what you've been through. I just want you to know that I will never break your heart. I will never hurt you. I waited all my life for someone like you to come into my life. Trish, you're my everything. You're my heart, my soul, my life, my reason for living. You're in good hands now," Andrew said before he leaned over and kissed her again.
Trish moved on top of him. She fused their heated bodies together and began rocking her hips in a frenzy. Waves of passion washed over her face when she felt his strong hands caressing her breasts, her hips and her thighs. A sharp moan escaped her sultry lips when they switched positions.
Andrew grabbed her hips and kept slamming inside of her with rough force, eliciting a strangled moan escaping from her mouth. She dug her fingers in his back and screamed when she felt her release coming strong. Tears of happiness and joy started falling from her eyes when they reached their peaks together again.
Moments later, they were lying in bed, holding each other tightly and allowing their hearts to beat as one. She snuggled close to his side and smiled.
"I love you, Andrew. I love you so much," she said before she fell asleep.
Smiling, he kissed her forehead gently and tucked a strand of her blond hair behind her ear. Then he brushed his lips against hers softly.
"I love you, too, Patricia Anne."
Next up: Edge and Torrie! Stay tuned!
Now, I have something I have to say and it doesn't concern any of my stories:
I wanted to know who do you think should be in the Hall Of Fame this year? I have a few on my mind but I can't reveal them to you right now, due to the fact that I don't know who's gonna be inducted.
Meanwhile, RAW's gonna be good tonight. The Trump and the Texas Rattlesnake are gonna be there. It's gonna be off the hook!
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