The last chapter of the two shot, sadly. I forgot to mention that I do not own anyone from the WWE; it all belongs to Vince McMahon.
Characters: Alicia Fox and Randy Orton
Summary: What happens when a trip to the trainers' room turn into something else…
Randy helped Alicia stand up and he quickly put on his trunks, in case someone was still around. He looked, ran up and down a couple times, but fortunately the arena was as quiet as sleep. He motioned for her to come out and they made their getaway to the men's' showers. Once again, Alicia had to hide, since Randy didn't check the showers. Luckily, that was also empty.
Alicia quickly took off the form fitting ring attire, sighing in relief. The ring attire wasn't what you would call comfortable wrestling in. She entered first, waiting on Randy. She closed her eyes and allowed the warm water to cascade down the aching muscles. A hard body gently collided into hers, and she gasped. Alicia sighed, blushing from the scare Randy gave her. He smirked and gave her a kiss. This kiss was different though; it was breath taking. It wasn't forced or harsh, like the previous; it was far beyond passionate and meaningful.
Randy thought that was one of the best kisses he's ever had in his life. It scared him though, due to the fact of it being so tense and serious. Am I actually having feelings for this girl? Randy thought. He turned her around, grabbing shower gel. He pored it into his hands letting it saturate with water before massaging her shoulders. Randy felt her let go under his touch, and he kissed her neck.
Alicia felt as if she was in a haze. His hands had the magic touch, like she could stand there all day. She turned around stopping the massage, turning Randy around for his turn. She put the soapy gel in her hand and tried to repeat Randy's actions. Alicia looked over her shoulder to find him with his eyes closed.
"That feels really good." Randy growled.
"Thanks babe." She said, smiling.
Randy took her by surprise and slammed her against the tile. He kissed her, and glue couldn't bring them apart. Randy felt himself get tight, and ran his hand through her vibrant, red hair. Alicia moaned in appreciation, arching her neck to allow him more access. She glided her hands against his hard abs, enjoying the sensation Randy was giving her.
"Say my name." He whispered.
Alicia stayed silent, until the simple brush of his finger against her core made her say it.
"Randy." She whimpered.
"Say it louder. Much louder." Randy said again, smirking by how sensitive she was.
Once again, Alicia didn't give in, and Randy was impressed. He usually had a girl saying his name by the time they were giving him a blowjob. It was getting quite hot in the showers, their bodies slick with steam. They both didn't know something about each other; they both wanted dominance. Alicia was usually the one that made the men scream her name, and that was her job right now. Randy was surprised about her resistance into giving in, and it was actually turning him on.
Loud noises were heard, and they stopped dead in their tracks. Alicia's eyes locked on Randy's in horror.
"I thought you checked everywhere, Randy! Crap, we're going to get caught." She hissed, worry etched across her face.
"Calm down, alright? We're going to get caught if you keep panicking." Randy grumbled, grabbing a random towel.
He walked half naked, in search of the commotion, but couldn't find anything. Randy scurried back to the showers to continue.
"Now where did we leave off?" He smirked, capturing her lips with his.
"Did you find anything?" Alicia said in between kisses.
"No, now shut up."
Randy decided to kick things up a notch by gently entering her. He heard the short gasp, and kissed it away.
"Say my name, again." Randy pressed.
"Never." Alicia muttered.
"Fine, be that way."
Alicia was in heaven, or she thought. One last thrust and that was she needed. She was yelling Randy's name, while he was screaming hers. They broke apart panting for air, satisfied. The tile supported their sweaty and exhausted bodies. Randy stood side by side against Randy. Steam was heavy in the showers, leaving no trace of them to be found.
"Damn. T-that was…"
"Hot?" Alicia filled in, shooting her head towards Randy.
"Yeah, definitely."
The pair dressed up, giving each other glances. A long, searing kiss was all that was left to separate them. Randy took his way, and she took hers. Until, they both met at the same door. The troubled expressions on their faces meant one thing; they were locked out. Randy cursed loudly, pounding his fist at the steel door. They were more than overall exhausted, and all they wanted to do was go home, watch some TV, and go to sleep.
"It's looks like we're going to be for a long, long time." Randy said, exasperated with anger.
"No shit, Sherlock. What did you think?"
"Really? Do we need to start the BS all over again, Alicia?" He yelled, glaring at her.
When she didn't answer, that only fueled his anger more. After what they had just done, here they were bickering, again. Alicia laid down her Louis Vuitton cheetah print luggage down, and sat down with a scoff. She really didn't want to waste her time with 'The Viper', or whatever you wanted to call him. But why did she waste her time having amazing sex with Randy? Something was up with her, and she knew he could sense it.
Randy could read Alicia's feelings through her eyes. Her eyes told him everything he needed to know. Randy actually felt something, other than hatred between them. Standing there wasn't going to do anything for them, and neither would fighting. Looking at his cell phone, zero bars were shown. Randy leaned his body against the cold steel looking directly at Alicia.
"What are you looking at?" She was fed up at being stared, let alone stared at by him.
"Why do you care?" He asked with the same animosity.
Randy knew where this would end all over again; fight, have mind blowing sex, and wake up the next morning. Being around her drove him crazy. He had to admit, there was a lot of things he found that he liked about Alicia. Her attitude was 'don't take anyone's bullshit', which meant she could defend herself. He didn't really like coddling people and wasn't too big on the idea of 'you're my boyfriend you have to fight all my battles'. She wasn't a follower; Alicia didn't tend to follow people, but she never was the ones to take the reins.
Her head was about to blow at any minute, due to the constant tapping of Randy's shoes. The beat was very fast and pitchy with an annoying scrape every time it lifted from the concrete floor. Alicia rolled her eyes, looking at her watch to find it was eleven-thirty.
"Can you stop?" Her eyes were squinted, full of fury.
"Stop what?" Randy's voice, mocking concern laced in his voice.
"Oh, you know what." Alicia closed her eyes, trying not to let his comments get to her.
"What do I know?"
"Randy, stop. I've had enough of this. I can't handle the constant fighting, the gossip, and the snickers. You don't like me; I don't like you, so let's get over it." She stood up and marched right into his face.
"Let's see if you can handle this…" Randy grabbed her waist and snatched her lips with his in one quick motion.
"W-wait. We can't keep doing this every time we see each other alone." Alicia said, listening to her brain instead of her heart.
"But, you can't deny you have a major attraction towards me." He kissed her neck. "And I have a major attraction for you."
This time, they were more in sync with each other. Randy knowing where her edge was, so did Alicia. It was actually making love, than just having sex. Alicia knew that he meant what he said, the sincerity in his eyes giving it away. So she let herself be swept off her feet by the 'Apex Predator' without regret.
The afterglow was different, Alicia letting her true self go. Talking was very easy between the pair, varying in life to the stupidest things ever. They learned a lot than they ever thought, let alone even be civil towards each other.
Falling asleep in Randy's arms was like angels came and made your life a fairytale. Alicia felt a security she never felt, and she never wanted to let it go. Sure, he snored like a guard dog, but still...she liked it, no scratch that, she loved it.
Randy slept like a baby that night, feeling so comfortable and at ease. He felt like he was sleeping with a teddy bear with him. Yeah, the sudden change in behavior towards each other was weird and new, but it was worth keeping. And he was going to make it last.
Alicia woke up first, watching him sleep. His features displayed in a cute, but gruesome pout. She giggled as he stirred awake, smiling.
He yawned. "Good morning…"
"Good morning to you, sleepyhead." Alicia realized they were on the production crew's large storage box.
They basked in the couple hours they had, until they had to dress up and get the hell out of there.
"What time is it?" He reached for his phone, but to remember it in his carry-on luggage.
"Around six, or something around that."
Alicia nuzzled against his chest, traced his tattoos with her manicure hand. She asked about everyone, and he was happy to answer. No one ever explored Randy that way. He never let a girl step past his boundaries, like Alicia. The majority of the tattoos were personal, and Randy never opened up about them, never. But something in his brain let him know she was okay to tell. Surprisingly, he didn't find himself hesitant or uncomfortable.
Alicia loved how Randy would flinch once she would touch the tattoo near his shoulder. She giggled uncontrollably, while Randy blushed like a teenage girl. She never thought once about seeing the face of WWE blushing. Alicia knew she could be herself around him, not Alicia Fox, but Victoria Crawford.
Randy remembered the last time he blushed was around eighth grade, and it was at his friend's party. The game they were playing was 7 Minutes in Heaven, and boy was it hell. The girl had tried her Jaws impression on him and after that he never ever played that game. An hour had passed by but it felt like mere minutes.
They knew it was time to get up and fix themselves up but, neither one of them wanted to. Randy tickled her and that woke Alicia up immediately, in a pile of laughter. She got up and stretched and he followed suit. After a lingering kiss, both changed into a new pair of clothes, destined for a nice, cold shower.
"I'll call you, promise." Randy smirked.
"I hope you do."
In a matter of minutes, the production crew was opening the doors that led the couple to their escape. They ran toward the parking lot with their luggage slugging behind. Randy coincidentally parked in the spot next to Alicia, and they laughed.
Alicia unlocked her Toyota Hybrid, and put the luggage inside. She looked around for any cars, and fortunately found none. She climbed into Randy's 71' Chevrolet Chevelle, smiling. She removed her top, and he removed his pants. They continued making love, thank god to tinted windows.
Alicia redressed and said her goodbye to Randy, knowing they would see each other in a couple hours. Today was the taping of Friday Night SmackDown, and of course they each had their matches. Her phone vibrated, letting her know she had a text message.
From: Randy
I love you.
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