A/N: Like the old saying goes, all good things must come to an end. This is the final installment of my Mindy songfic one-shots. Song Credit: Dilemma by Nelly Feat. Kelly Rowland. Some lyrics I used were cut to fit the story.

No matter what I do
All I think about is you

'I'm sorry, Randy. I tried, but I can't be just friends anymore. It's either more or nothing at all.' It kept running through Mickie's head since she said it a little over half a year ago. He never left her thoughts. She tried dating, but she constantly measured the guys on a scale from 1-Randy, so Mickie just gave up. She watched RAW every Monday just to see his face. Now, she watched Smackdown every Friday to see him. She noticed he gained some facial hair since the last time she saw him, but that just made him look even hotter and more irresistible.

"Mickie, did you hear me?" Terry asked her. He scheduled a meeting with all the wrestlers and knockouts of TNA, or Impact Wrestling as they seemed to be going by now.

Mickie came out of her thoughts, "Huh? Oh, sorry Terry. Could you repeat that?"

"You, Angel, Kurt, Robert, Elijah, and some others will be going to St. Louis for a house show," he repeated.

"St. Louis?" Mickie questioned, "Can't I go somewhere else?"

"No you can't. You just missed months for a reason you never actually told us. You're going on this tour, no questions asked," he said sternly.

"Ok, fine Terry," Mickie said. She let out an inward sigh. "He better be on tour," she thought to herself.

After the meeting, Mickie was approached by Angel. "So, what has Ms. Hardcore Country so worked up?"

Mickie laughed and sighed, "Nothing, Angel. Just gotta get back in a wrestling mindset, ya know?"

"Well, that won't be hard for you. You just came back from an injury, how hard does he really expect you to work?" she asked.

"Pretty hard apparently. I guess to make up for lost time," Mickie tried to reason. Everyone in the TNA locker room believed she had a legit knee injury. Only Terry knew otherwise. This was mainly because she was good at playing it up.

"Well, don't hurt yourself again Mickie. We kinda need you in this Knockout division," Angel teased before she left.

Mickie let out a deep sigh before she left the office. "Karma, what the hell did I do to you?"

You don't know what you mean to me

"Sam, come downstairs!" Randy yelled to his wife.

"For what?" she asked as she walked into the dining room. She took in the dimmed lights and candlelight on the table. "Randy, what the hell is this?"

"What do you mean?" he wondered, "I just wanna have a romantic dinner with my wife."

"Why? It's not my birthday, it's not Valentine's Day, and it's not our anniversary," she replied while folding her arms across her chest.

"Dammit Sam!" he exclaimed, banging his fist into the table, "Why can't I just be a loving husband? You always complain to John's wife about how I'm not."

"And you think one little dinner is gonna change that? How about you take me shopping?" she asked.

"All you do is spend my money. Why don't you just spend time with me for once?" he asked.

"Randy, I sit here all alone in this house while you go out on the road living your dream. I at least deserve to use some of the rewards of it," she said.

"What you deserve is a foot in the ass," he mumbled.

"Repeat that?" she requested.

Randy was really aggravated. "You know what, Sam? I'm sick of it. I wanted to keep this a secret from you because I thought this marriage would somehow work. Yet time and time again, you have proved me wrong. You don't cook, you don't clean, and you always say you're too tired for sex. Why the hell are you tired when I do all the work?"

Sam folded her arms, "What's your point?"

Even when I'm with my boo
Ya know how crazy I am for you

"What's my point?" he repeated moving closer. "I slept with Mickie. You know, that short brunette girl who used to work for WWE and now works for TNA? Yeah, that was the happiest I felt in months. Then, I came back to St. Louis and I saw your face. Disappointed has to be the biggest understatement to describe how I felt. So now, I'm gonna do what I should have done years ago."

"And that is?"

"I've already filed for divorce. I just wanted to see if you could change my mind, but obviously not. By tomorrow, I expect all of your things to be out this house. If not, I'll gladly force you out." That was the last thing he said to Sam before he grabbed his keys and left his home.

Randy got in his car and just started driving around St. Louis. He stopped at different shops and stores that he never actually noticed were there. "Probably because we always just drove straight to the mall," he scoffed to himself. It was then that Randy noticed a crowd of people standing in front of the Scott Trade Center. It was a wrestling arena, so he knew a company must've been in town. He just wondered which one. It couldn't have been WWE since he would have been the headliner if they were coming to St. Louis.

Randy found an available parking spot across the street and got out the car. He ran across the street, making sure there were no cars in plain sight. "Excuse me," he tapped the shoulder of one of the guys standing in front of the arena.

"Holy crap, you're Randy Orton!" the dude exclaimed.

"Yeah, I-

"You're like my favorite wrestler," he exclaimed, cutting Randy off.

"Thank you-

"And that storyline with Triple H was epic man," he said, cutting Randy off again. Randy was trying to keep his composure, but the guy was testing his patience.

"I glad you liked it, now-

"Wait, is John Cena around? I would love to meet him!" he shouted.

Randy's face became twisted. He had been cut off by the overzealous fan far too many times. He grabbed the fan's shoulders and started shaking them, "Will you shut the hell up? Now, what the hell is so damn important that everyone is standing in front of the arena!" Randy let go off his of his shoulders and fixed the shirt, smirking at the fear he caused.

"Umm…TNA," he muttered out.

"TNA? Who exactly?" Randy wondered.

"Kurt Angle, The Pope, Bully Ray, The Beautiful People, Mickie James-

Randy's head snapped up at the sound of her name. "Mickie James? She's gonna be here?"

"Yeah…I…uh…hear she's supposed to be wrestling Madison Rayne," the fan answered, which was more than Randy needed to know.

"Okay, thank you," Randy said. He bypassed all of the fans and found an opening backstage. He felt like an idiot sneaking into a TNA show, but he needed to see her. He had to see her. At this point, friends with benefits sounded good, but he was willing to give her the relationship she wanted. He just hoped she hadn't move on.

"Woooo! I miss that rush," Mickie exclaimed as she was greeted by Angel backstage. She just finished her match against Madison and the crowd was electric.

"I knew you would, you breathe wrestling," Angel beamed.

Mickie smiled, "I guess you could say that. Now, go out there. Make the world more beautiful, one ugly person at a time."

Angel laughed, "Holler!" Angel and Mickie gave each other high fives before Mickie walked back to her locker room. Since not that many Knockouts came to this event, they were each given their own separate locker room.

When Mickie entered the room, Mickie stopped at the sight of Randy leaning against her dresser. "Randy…wh…what are you doing here?"

He didn't respond, just smirked and walked up to her. He reached his hand up over her head and closed the door. He made sure to lock it so there would be no interruptions. "I miss you."

"Oookay?" she said in confusion. She bypassed him and went to the shower.

"Can I join you?" he asked.

She turned around and looked at him like he was crazy, "Now, why would I let you do that?"

"Because I know you still feel the spark from a few months ago," he said, admiring her body, "Damn, why couldn't Vince have you wear something like this to the ring?" She was wearing a light blue plaid shirt that only went up to above her stomach and denim shorts that barely covered her ass.

"It's PG, doofus. I'm not exactly a pancake in the backside like all the other divas, either," she responded, going back to the shower. This time, Randy jumped in front of her, completely blocking her path. "Randy, what do you want?"

"I still feel the spark too, that's why I'm divorcing Sam. There are other reasons, but that's the main one," he explained.

"So, you divorced your wife because you liked a one night stand?" she asked for clarification.

"No, I divorced her because that one night stand made me realize that you're who I always wanted. There's just this way you make me feel, and I've felt for years."

"And you never did anything because…?" she wondered.

"I'm doing something now. There always seemed to be someone who beat me to the punch. Well no more. Mickie Laree James, I wanna be with you forever. I just hope you feel the same way."

Mickie looked in Randy's eyes to see if he was sincere. She was happy to see that he was. Without much thought, she jumped right into his arms and devoured his mouth. He backed up into the wall as Mickie ripped open his shirt. She moved her lips to his neck and sucked on it like she was a vampire. Randy let out a moan as he cupped her ass cheeks and grinded her hips on his already hard cock. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as she continued to move her hips against his cock.

Not wanting to cum in his jeans, Randy grabbed a hold of her hips and moved her to the plush leather couch. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to make you mine."

"Here's your opportunity. Take it," she challenged.

Randy tugged at her denim jeans and unbuttoned them. He pulled them down along with her blue thong. "Has anyone ever told you that your ass is too big for this little material?" Randy went to kissing her inner thighs and enjoying her essence.

"Always…oh Randy!" she moaned out as he went to licking her throbbing clit. She undid her top and threw it on the ground as she grabbed the back of his head so he would go deeper. Randy put two fingers in her pussy while he licked her sensitive clit. Mickie moaned and grinded her hips against his two fingers and head.

"I'm sorry," he said as he placed kisses on her clit, "I love you, Mickie."

"Uhhh...huh," she moaned as Randy continued to lick her clit. He jumped a little when he felt Mickie's hands in his scalp and he licked even faster. "Randy…I'm cumming," she moaned loudly.

"Don't come yet," he lifted his head and just fingered her, "Tell me you love me."

"I love you!" She shouted as her orgasm hit her like a wave. Randy licked his one of his fingers clean of her juices with a satisfied moan and put his other finger in Mickie's mouth for her to taste. She sucked Randy's finger like it was an ice cream cone and he pulled out of her mouth with a loud pop.

"I've wanted to do this for months," Randy marveled. He pulled down his pants and freed his erect cock. He stroked it a little at her entrance before he fully thrusted inside of Mickie.

Randy almost came as soon as he felt himself inside of Mickie's tight, warm pussy. Every time he felt himself inside of her, it was a reminder that he waited too long to be with her. He thrusted hard inside of her and loved the sound of her loud moans. Randy moved a strand of her hair out of her face and kissed her pouty lips. They were so warm and inviting to her that he couldn't help it.

"Mickie…baby," Randy moaned. He was thrusting so hard inside of her that he pulled her off the couch and onto the floor inadvertently. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and continued pumping his cock in it.

"Randy...oh my god," she moaned. Mickie placed her hands on his elbows and threw him on the floor. She placed her hands on his chest as Randy's length seemed to get harder under her.

"Damn Mickie…you're so fucking tight," he groaned as he sunk his fingers into her ass cheeks. He used them to move her up and down on his erect cock. Randy closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly enjoying the feel of Mickie on top of him. He felt himself about to nut and was trying to help himself.

"Cum with me, Randy," Mickie moaned, "Let's cum together." Randy groaned loudly as he and Mickie came. She collapsed on top of him as she rested her head on his chest.

"I love you, Mickie, so much," Randy said. He caressed the back of her head and rubbed his fingers through her hair.

"I love you too, Randy," she replied. She caressed her face against his beard and giggled, "This tickles."

"You like?" he asked.

"I love," she replied, "This feels right, like how it's always meant to be."

"That's 'cause it is."

And I, love you
And I need you
I do, and it's more than you'll, ever know
It's for sure, you can always count on my love
Forever more