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Savannah dusted off her eye shadow brush on the side of her hand, cleaning it off for the evening. She was pretty sure she was done with the divas make up for the night so she decided that she would use her downtime before the men started filtering in for their touch ups to grab a cigarette. Snatching up her purse she headed to the roof and lit up a smoke in the cool air of the windy city.
"Those things will kill you ya know." A voice said from behind her.
She smiled at the familiar voice before turning around to face the man, "Hello to you to."
The corner of his mouth drew upward revealing his trademark dimples, "Cute stunt last week." He commented, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.
"You liked that huh?" Anna said, blowing out a ring of smoke. He nodded and she laughed throwing down the butt and putting out what was left of it. "He didn't think it was amusing but I thought it was some of my best work."
The man moved closer to her, "Even better then the time you locked me out of the hotel room without any of my clothes?"
"Pretty close."
He reached out and softly brushed her bare arms that were now coated in Goosebumps, "We had some good times."
Anna could see the nostalgic look in his eye even in the oncoming darkness, "That was a long time ago Cena."
Even though she attempted to wriggle free from his grasp he refused to let her go, "It wasn't that long ago." John said leaning down so his lips almost touched hers.
She didn't let it faze her because like always she had to be the one in control, "Long enough." Savannah responded before he finally let go. "So…" She started, promptly changing the subject, "Is he here?"
"Yup."
"Pissed?"
"Yup." John repeated.
"Fuck." She said to herself, beginning to pace back and forth. "Although I guess I have to face him sometime right?"
"Right," The West Newbury native replied reassuring her, "He's been looking for you since he got here, that's why I followed you up here…to warn you."
Pecking him on the cheek she headed for the door, "Well I better get down there before I loose my job and my bed mate." She said with a laugh, "Thanks Cena."
When Savannah made it back to her styling room she found herself slammed up against a wall as soon as she set foot in the door. She winced in pain at the wood against her back and the hands pressing into her shoulders, when she opened her eyes she found herself looking into someone else's. "What the hell Mickie?" She asked, yelling at the woman that was restraining her.
"When I left here I for got my purse, and on my way back to get it I see MY John chasing you up the stairwell. What the fuck were you doing up there with my boyfriend?"
"Jesus Christ Mickie, loosen the leash a little." Anna shouted, fighting free and shoving the brunette back. "I wasn't do anything with your boyfriend. He just came up to tell me that Randy was here."
Mickie dusted herself off from being pushed back into the make-up counter. "Randy couldn't find you himself?" The red head went to speak but was cut off by the Virginia native, "Just stay away from my man." She demanded waving a finger in Savannah's face.
"Don't worry sweetheart, been there…done that." Anna shot back, smiling at the horrified look on Mickie's face before the woman stormed out of the room.
The chick was out of her mind, the old psycho character was more real then anyone knew. That hussy wasn't fooling Savannah, everyone else might think that she was some saintly role model for little girls everywhere but she knew full well that she was a slut like she was. Anna had stumbled across her naked pictures that were floating around the net and to put it nicely she didn't look all that great. Mickie was nothing special and the whole world could think she misses perfect but to Savannah she was nothing more then a whore with a shiny belt.
Once upon a time Anna and John had a good thing going, he was great in bed and would support her both financially and emotionally when the situation called for it. But shit got a little too serious and she couldn't have that so she told him they needed to cool it for a while. During their time apart however she found herself in bed with Randy, she didn't want to abandon John so she told him what had been going on. She almost had him convinced to share (Savannah was very persuasive) when all of a sudden psycho Mickie got in his ear and his pants. Then the next thing Anna knew the brunette had her claws sunk deep into John and that was the end of that.
Someone coughing in her doorway interrupted her thoughts; she knew it was Randy before she even moved an inch. "Hey baby." She said smiling, rotating to meet his gaze, "Miss me?"
"I can't believe you left me back there like that." He said, his voice was stern and Anna almost felt bad…almost.
"Awww babe it was all in good fun." She retorted, moving closer to him. "I haven't seen you in a week and all I get is "I cant believe you left me back there"? Cold Randy."
"And then you send Cena to untie me!" He yelled throwing his arms up in the air.
She watched him for a moment, gauging his anger, "Your not mad at me are you?" She questioned, plastering on the sad puppy dog look.
"Mad?" He screamed. "Mad? I'm fucking livid Savannah." Randy shouted, raising his hand back before knocking everything off the make-up table. She stumbled backward in fear; she'd never seen him so angry. Reaching out he grabbed her by the waist and threw her against the now bare desk, "And I've never wanted you more."
Her scared look turned rapidly into a saucy smirk, hosting herself up onto the table. He pushed her back against the attached mirror and grabbed her hair pulling her head towards him for a lust-filled kiss. "Your so bad." He told her, pulling her hair back again so he could kiss and nibble at her exposed neck. Randy used one had to pin her hands over her head as he used the other one to unbuckle her belt and roll her jeans down off of her hips.
Savannah groaned impatiently, she hated that she couldn't move to help pick up the pace. She was definitely ready and didn't want to wait any longer. Besides her greed, she knew that they also had to be quick because the superstars were due to start showing up any time now. They needed their shine control make up and cover up for bruises but instead they might just get an eyeful of her and Randy instead.
His lips moved to hers again, feverishly kissing her with a hunger she hadn't seen in quite sometime, she had to make a mental note to tie him up more often. The seconds felt like hours as she watched the door and waited for Randy to un-zip. Pushing her panties aside he entered her, there was no teasing and truthfully they probably would have killed each other if anyone tried. He slammed her into the mirror roughly over and over, locking her heals together she tried her best to match his pace and speed up the process. Quickie was almost too long for the situation Savannah needed an ultra quickie; something to tied her over until she had more time to enjoy it.
"Oh god Randy harder," She groaned, "Faster…right there."
He obeyed her demands while searching out her mouth. Anna pushed her hands against his stubbly crew cut moaning loudly in pleasure. "You feel so good baby." Randy said between grunts. She threw her head back knowing that she was about to go over the edge when John Cena walked through the door.
The St. Louis native pulled out and zipped up quickly seeing his comrade, "Sorry bout that John." He said, before telling Savannah he'd be in touch and leaving the pair alone.
"Wow." John said, "I felt like I was watching a hardcore porno."
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, "Sorry you had to see that." She told him pulling up her jeans before attempting to gather up all the supplies off the floor.
John bent down to help her, "Randy is one lucky dude, did we fuck like that?"
She smiled at his crude choice of words, "Yes we did, how could you forget?"
Reaching for the same tube of lip-gloss his hand touched hers, "I didn't, I was just making sure that you didn't."
On one hand Savannah was glad that it was John and not someone else who walked in. After all he was one of the few people who knew about her and Randy, somebody else might run and tell Vince or worse Sam. John wouldn't do that, but it was rather awkward having the guy you used to be sleeping with walk in on you having sex with someone else.
"Of course I didn't, but don't let Mickie hear you say things like that. I had a little run in with your little girlfriend earlier."
John's face fell, "Oh god what did she do?"
Laughing she spoke, "Nothing really. Just being her psychotic self…real winner you got there John."
"She was my second choice." He responded.
She needed to once again change the subject, "So, what do you need me to do for you tonight?"
"Well maybe I could send Mickie packing and…"
"John I was talking about make up." Anna interrupted.
He grabbed her hand, "I wasn't."
"Just take a seat."