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Here She Comes Again Chapter Four
"So will you?"
Randy found himself staring into the unbelievably warm eyes of the girl he hadn't been able to get off his mind since he had last saw her four days previously. Not that there was really any effort made on his part.
Making a big dramatic display of answering, the legend-killer exhaled heavily, he made it seem as if it was a hard decision to make. "I suppose I could come, but only because nothing else better has come up yet."
Maria squealed, her slim arms wrapping themselves around his toned waist. The embrace ended just as fast as it had begun. Randy missed the warmth immediately. He knew that he really shouldn't be torturing himself this way, but every time she hugged him or touched his arm, heck, every time she even spoke or looked at him, he had this feeling of utmost happiness spread from his chest to throughout his whole body. He could never get enough of it and finally he had come to grips with their friendship.
He just wanted to be around her and although it did slowly kill him inside knowing she wasn't his, her mere presence seemed to banish those negative feelings and he knew he had made the right choice those few days ago.
Refocusing on the blissful brunette in front of him, Randy cleared his throat. "So it's a Mark Wahlberg movie marathon you say? How did you manage to rope any of the others into it?"
"With my amazing wit and intellect of course." Randy snorted. Maria went on as if there was no interruption. "And I threatened to sick John on any who refused."
"I always knew you had an evil streak hidden behind your many layers of carefully placed innocence." The One Man Dynasty looked her up and down appreciatively. Maria found herself having to suppress a shudder. How one look from him aroused her she didn't think she'd ever come to understand.
"So it will be in Micks and my room tonight at 7, there will be drinks, snacks like popcorn and the like, if you have anything you desperately need for a movie night I suggest you bring it." She smiled at him then, and once again Randy was blown away by how beautiful she was.
"I'm planning on being in bumming clothes, and I am sure everyone else is thinking the same so no need to dress up." She winked at him and with that she was gone, her tousled brown locks flowing out behind her.
Breathing in deeply, Randy could still smell the soft scent that he had come to associate with Maria. It was a mixture of vanilla, he was thinking that it must come from her shampoo, and then there was that fresh dryer smell, the one that when you got a whiff of it, it reminded you of home for some strange reason. It was intoxicating in itself and completely Maria.
It was refreshing considering the weird fruity perfumes that most of the Divas sported, and completely opposite to the strong burning smell of something toxic he had come to associate with the ringrats that always tried to get in his pants. Maria was Maria through and through and the more he got to know her, the more he realized that she was truly someone special.
"So did you manage to invite everyone else Mickie?" Maria asked as they pushed the couches together, they had borrowed one from Melina and Beth's room earlier in the day. Maria grunted as she shoved a recliner closer to the T.V.
"I sure did, did you convince Loverboy to come?" Mickie knew Maria had a crush on Randy even though the girl wouldn't even admit it fully to herself. The three-time Women's Champ ducked as a rather large looking pillow came at her face.
"Take it easy girlfriend, you'll need that energy for much later on in the evening." Grinning lecherously, Mickie dove behind the couch to avoid an ugly looking cushion.
"I can't believe you said that!" Maria all but shrieked, her face burning a deep shade of red. The red faded away quickly from her cheeks, a smirk forming on her lips as she got an idea. "With how many times I've caught you ogling Cena, I think I should be the one saying that."
Maria burst into full-out giggles at the horrified look on her friend's face. "You're not the only one who gets to tease babe."
Mickie opened her mouth to retort but was silenced when a loud tap sounded on the door. Maria crossed the room and looked into the peephole. She had made it a habit ever since the one time she opened it without looking only to find herself tackled by a completely inebriated Shawn Michaels. Once again people wondered why it was that when she saw Shawn and alcohol in the same room, she ran far far away. Somehow it was always her who ended up dealing with him. In fact she almost always ended up dealing with any of her drunken friends and coworkers. It was as if she had a magnet attached to her that attracted drunk people.
"Speak of the devil and he'll arrive." Maria muttered when she saw who was standing at the door. Mickie panicked.
"Speak of the devil? Who is it Maria? Is it John? Please tell me your kidding! I haven't showered yet or anything and he's already here!" Mickie grabbed her bag and made a mad dash towards the bathroom. "I'll be out in half an hour. Please deal with him!"
Opening the door, Maria stepped aside to let John in only to be surprised when a certain third-generation superstar followed in behind him.
Smiling, Maria took the bags of stuff from the two men. Turning to Randy her smile widened. "I always took you for a plaid kind of person, not a Scooby-Doo kind."
Randy had the decency to blush. "Scooby is awesome. Don't dis the pjs, Miss Woody the Wood-pecker." Maria glanced down at her own matching shirt and pants ensemble.
"Don't hate on Woody, he's a classic." the Diva pouted, looking forlorn. The guys didn't buy the act for one second. Sighing, Maria headed over to the table they had set up at the side for the food.
Unpacking the bags, Maria let out a squeal when she found barbecue Crispers in the pile. Randy came up behind her to find out why she let out such a noise.
"You like them too?" Maria jumped when she heard a voice right behind her. Whipping around she hit the WWE Champion with said bag of crispers.
"You jerk, you scared the bejeezes out of me!" Maria yelled, still beating Randy with the bag of crunchy goodness.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Randy shouted, his arms up trying to block his face from being whacked. "I surrender, you are far stronger than I!"
"Will you two stop flirting and one of ya go answer the door already!" The chain gang gangster hollered from his spot on the couch.
Maria and Randy looked at each other shocked, they were too busy wrapped up in each other's presences to notice that someone had been pounding on the door for the last few minutes. John of course being the lazy man he was, sure as hell wasn't going to be answering the door himself. Randy walked towards the couch, cheeks turning a pink hue that John took quick note of, smirking.
Looking through the peephole a second time today, her face a flaming red once again, the diva saw the rest of the gang consisting of Ken, Jeff, Ashley and Beth. Letting them in, Maria headed over to the bathroom to let Mickie know everyone was now present.
Just as she was about to tap, the door swung open to reveal a freshly showered Mickie James. "Is everybody here now?"
Nodding at the shorter woman, Maria slipped past her friend into the bathroom, thinking it would be a good idea to go now before they turned the lights off and plugged in a movie. Stepping out of the small room after washing her hands she walked back into the living room to find the only spot left was a minuscule space between Randy and John.
Seeing the identical smirks on all of the girls' faces, the brunette knew they had set her up. Resigned yet at the same time kinda giddy to have a reason to sit so close to him, Maria wedged herself in between the two wrestlers and snatched the bag of Crispers Randy had been hoarding.
Popping in the movie, Jeff returned to his spot on the floor in front of Ashley who began to braid his multicolored hair.
The first movie everyone had decided on was Planet of the Apes. Since Maria had seen it over half a million times, she used this time just to scan the room. She hadn't had the chance to hang out with her friends like this in a quite a while, and she was content just to bask in their presences.
Seeing the way Beth and Ken were sitting next to each other yet trying to studiously ignore one another, Maria couldn't help but let out a giggle. Feeling Randy shift slightly next to her, she looked at him only to find him staring back down at her with a questioning look on his face.
"Look at Ken and Beth," she whispered, nudging the tall man in the ribs. "They're too busy denying their own feelings to even realize the other feels the same."
That struck a cord with Randy as he looked back down at the woman beside him. She was too busy watching her friends to even notice he was no longer looking at them, but studying her. What if that was happening between them? He wasn't denying his feelings, just trying to get rid of them before he got hurt, but what if she was doing the same?
Shaking his head, Randy decided that was enough of that. There was no way that was the case, Maria had always just treated him like she did everyone else. He didn't want to get his hopes up for something he knew would never happen.
Looking back down at bubbly diva, the legend-killer noticed her gaze on someone else. Grinning to himself as he saw how Ashley had somehow ended up curled on the floor, fast asleep, with her head in Jeff's lap.
The rainbow-haired warrior was stroking her hair and twirling the piece of pink between his fingers. The goofy smile he had on his face as he looked down at her was adorable, though Randy would never admit to thinking such a thing.
Maria sighed next to him, her elbow brushing against his chest randomly. Feeling his stomach muscles quiver, Randy tried to ignore the arousal he felt at such a small touch. He held his breath as the petite woman shifted around trying to get comfortable, plastering herself against his side. He couldn't blame her as it was a tight fit on the couch with four people, John and himself could take up most the room so that left little left for the other two.
Looking over to John and Mickie, the blue-eyed man noticed they had gotten rather comfy themselves. The self-proclaimed "champ" had wrapped his arm around the tanned brunette, and she in turn had snuggled against his chest, her legs draped across his, that rested on the coffee table.
Maria glanced at the screen, the movie was already almost halfway over. She couldn't help but feel a tad jealous of all her friends. Even though Beth and Ken denied it, she knew they would realize sometime in the future what was there. Jeff and Ashley were the same thing just a lot less denial and more shyness. John and Mickie, well she knew something would definitely come of that. They were both extremely sexual people who weren't afraid to show their feelings. Maria admired both of them for that.
Twisting to get in a more comfortable position, the future Women's Champion found that Randy's thigh made an excellent armrest.
Randy just about died when Maria laid her arm on his leg. She placed her hand, palm down on his knee, fingers splaying around it and his insides immediately turned to jelly. For once in his life, Randy really wanted to read into a woman's action, but he knew she was probably just trying to get comfortable. Deciding in a act of boldness that he would test their boundaries a bit, he lifted his arm up and stationed it on the back on the couch behind Maria's head.
It seemed almost instinctively that she shuffled over a bit, her back leaning against his front, her eyes never moving from the t.v. screen. She tilted her head back against his chest and looked up at him, a thankful smiling gracing her lips.
Randy's heart stopped.
The urge to lean down and give her a peck on the lips was almost too much to control. He wasn't sure how he managed to stop himself, but he felt his lips pull up into a half smile for her.
It seemed that was all the invitation she needed as she pulled his arm to rest around her shoulders. Burrowing deeper into his chest, Maria let a small smile weave it's way onto her face. She was extremely content just to stay like this the rest of her life. Threading her fingers through his, she let their adjoining hands rest on her lap, the warmth making her drowsy.
It wasn't soon after that she drifted off into dreamland.
Maria winced as she woke up to light shining in through her eyelids. Feeling incredibly warm, she just wanted to go back to sleep but the sun was having none of that.
She had always been a morning person, and this morning was no different. Feeling her legs begin to cramp, the diva decided it was time to get up but as she opened her eyes she found herself disoriented.
It took a few seconds for last night to sink in, and Maria quickly realized she was so warm because of the St. Louis born and raised man she had basically slept on.
Warm breath fluttered against her cheek, and the brunette couldn't stop herself from staring at his face. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, despite the awkward position, and when she sat up a bit, she was astonished when an arm reached out and grabbed her shoulder, dragging her right flush against his rock hard chest.
"Mmmm.. Maria.." She heard him mutter, and she felt her whole body freeze. She had to have heard him wrong, there was no way Randy "legend-killer" Orton was having a dream about her. No frickin' way. It was then that her cell phone decided to ring.
"It's such a good vibration! Come on, come on come on! It's such a sweeet sensation!" Maria winced as the sound echoed throughout the entire room. Leaving the sanctuary of Randy's arms, the diva dove for the phone hoping to shut the sound off before everyone woke up angry.
Flipping the phone open without even bothering to check the caller ID, Maria walked into the bathroom. "Hello?"
"Good Morning, you have won an all exclusive cruise to the Caribbean.." Maria shut her phone, not bothering to listen to more. She hated those message scams. They always called at the most inopportune moments.
Heading back into the main room, Maria realized that everyone was still asleep, even Randy, which surprised the hell out of her. She was sure she had jostled him quite badly with her lunge for her cell. Picking up her bag of clothes, she realized that a nice long jog was in order, followed by an equally nice long shower.
Throwing her hair up in a messy pony-tail, the tall woman changed into some comfy grey sweats and a black long-sleeve shirt. It had looked a bit windy out there so she wanted to make sure she didn't get cold.
Attaching her Ipod case's strap around her upper arm, she turned it on and set the headphones into her ears. It was just her, her thoughts and the music now. Her happy place so to speak, omitting waking up in an almost loving embrace with Randy Orton. Not many women got to do that, and she was elated to be included in the small group who had.
Heading out the door, she turned and cast one look back into the room. Everyone was paired off with respective cuddling partners, excluding Randy who had rolled around to take up about half the couch. She admitted to herself that she missed the warmth, and the utter fulfillment she felt just being in his arms.
Having never experienced that in any relationship she had been in, it was all so new and foreign feeling to the young blossoming woman. He really was a beautiful man inside and out, and Maria was just glad to have been let into his life and have him in hers at least somewhat.
Closing the door behind her, the doe-eyed female failed to see the piercing blue eyes open and gaze at her as she exited the room. The look of longing so clear in those eyes that even she would have realized what it meant, had she glanced back one more time.
One thing was for sure though, the perky diva was really looking forward to the next Monday Night's RAW. Stepping into the elevator, the brunette couldn't help but think about the next step in their on screen relationship. It had her heart beating faster just thinking about it, and the butterflies she felt concerning their promo, they didn't seem to want to go away anytime soon.
