Part 4 read and review please... rating change to m for a peice of this chapter.

The past week had been heaven, Stacy was pretty sure that she might have quite possibly passed on. Her body ached when she was away from Trish, things between them were amazing, if she closed her eyes she could feel her hands like silk running up her thighs. It gave her shivers now just thinking about it. She was also thrilled that they hadn't been so subtle, not everyone knew about their relationship but they weren't hiding things either. Looking down Stacy smiled at the sight of Trish's hand in hers, leading her into the locker room.

As soon as the door was closed behind then, Trish's arms were wrapped tightly around her lover's waist. "I can't keep my hands off of you." She whispered, her hot breath in Stacy's ear, driving her mad. A smirk appeared on Stacy's face before she pushed Trish back onto the leather sofa. "What's stopping you?" She asked climbing on top of the Canadian bombshell. It didn't take Trish long to answer, it was a small venue and all the girls had to share this locker room. Peaking around Stacy's shoulder she eyed the doorway, "Anyone could just walk in babe." She commented before Stacy pinned her hands above her head. "I like the danger." Stacy let one of her hands move from holding Trish down to trail a finger across the other woman's body, a moan escaped her lips when she reached her womanhood and the blonde squirmed beneath her. Trish managed to move her leg around Stacy's running her foot up and down her bare skin. The distraction was enough that she managed to wriggle free, and fight to be the one on top. "God your gorgeous." Trish said looking down at the site beneath her. She unbuttoned Stacy's blouse quickly, rolling it down over her shoulders to reveal a bright red bra, "New?" Trish commented, resulting in a giggle from Stacy that was quickly silenced by a pair of lips on her own. Stacy could feel Trish's tongue run across her bottom lip and then gently bite it begging for access. Both women quickly fought for dominance, and both quickly became impatient. Trish moved her mouth from Stacy's lips to her collarbone placing butterfly kisses across it as she felt the bottom of her shirt being tugged at. Her lips left Stacy long enough for the other woman to pull her shirt up over her head. Moaning, Stacy felt Trish's hand move up her leg and between her thighs; Trish was trying her best to break her. Stacy didn't want to give in but the feeling of her hands on her bare flesh was enough to kill her. Bucking against the woman's fingertips she felt like her soul was trying to escape her body, she rose up off the sofa, her girlfriends name rolling from her lips. And that was when Lita walked in.

"Oh Jesus, Sorry." Lita cursed, covering her eyes and backing out of the room. Finding their clothes the mortified pair quickly dressed and made their way to the door. "Sorry about that." Trish said wiping the lipstick from her mouth as she talked to Lita. "We were just leaving." Stacy explained dragging Trish by the hand away from the red head. "I saw nothing!" Lita yelled, watching the giggling pair scurry down the hallway. When they finally stopped to catch there breath Stacy spoke, "Did you see the look on her face?" Trish laughed. "Yeah, I'm just glad it wasn't like Molly or somebody else." Stacy placed her hands at Trish's sides and pulled her in for a quick kiss. "I guess we were just lucky." She said, having a hard time believing what she was saying. Lita and Trish had a history and even though she tried to mask it Stacy saw something in red heads eyes that looked a lot like jealousy.

Trish hurried off for her match against Molly and Stacy headed back in the other direction to wait. She'd watch Trish on the monitors and after that they would hurry back to the hotel to finish what they'd started, she wasn't going to let her off that easy. Things didn't look like they could get any better… until Randy walked around the corner. Stacy turned on her heals and tried her best to hide…but it was no use, he'd seen her. "Stacy wait." He yelled. "I have to go." She responded quickening her pace down the hallway, she silently cursed herself for wearing heals tonight. "Stacy just talk to me." He begged, she could hear the hurt in his voice and her conscious made her stop. "Randy we're through." She said, turning to meet his blue eyes. "Why." He asked her getting the cliché "It's a long story," in return. "Let's go to dinner, you can explain everything." Randy told her reaching out and touching her arm. "That's not a good idea." He quickly became frustrated. "As friends Stacy, please?" Looking at him she saw how pathetic he was, she decided he had a right to know, "Fine," She told him, "I'll meet you after the show." Grateful he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek and speed off to the men's locker room. When Stacy turned back around there was Trish in tears.

"Trish wait." Stacy called chasing her, "It's not what it looks like." Trish didn't respond she just wiped her eyes and ran through gorilla. Stacy tried to follow her but the stagehand wouldn't allow it. Trish had forgotten her elbow pads and when she came back to get them she saw Randy kissing Stacy and heard her to tell him she'd meet him after the show. She was completely devastated, this couldn't be happening all over again. Stacy felt horrible, she knew what Trish had to be thinking…she hated the fact that she thought she was anything like Lita.

She waited around in the locker room forever but Trish never showed, she found out from Torrie that she left in her ring gear and went to the hotel. Stacy knew her name wasn't the one the room was under and she knew Trish wasn't about to let her walk in. Instead she had a better plan. She told Torrie what to do and left with Randy to explain, he and everyone else needed to know where exactly where she stood.

Eating wasn't top priority, all Stacy cared about was if Trish had gotten them yet. Would she even open the door? Randy opened his mouth to speak. "So Stacy, let's go from the beginning. Just tell me what I did and I'll fix it." She knew that it was just best to be blunt with him. "Randy I'm gay." He laughed, "And I'm the king of Scotland." Stacy didn't know how to prove that she was serious, "Your royal highness." She said, bowing her head before him. "Fuck your serious aren't you?" She nodded. "Oh god I turned you gay." Randy said, his voice full of worry. He ran his hand back over his head. "Please please don't tell anybody." It was her turn to laugh, Stacy grabbed his hand to try and calm him. "Randy this has nothing to do with you, I've been suppressing this for a really long time. I guess you were just my way of trying to convince myself I was straight." She watched him smile, "Really?" She continued to rub his hand, "Yeah, I mean if you couldn't turn me straight who could?" Randy smirked, "I guess your right." She continued to stroke his broken ego. "And it was good Randy, real good." Stacy told him, adding in a little wink for effect. "…But I just never got close to the feeling with you that I get from one touch from Trish." He lit up. "It's Trish? Well I guess I understand than." Randy paused for a moment. "God, I never thought I'd wish for a girl to not be a lesbian…I guess I just never saw it coming." Stacy chuckled. "I wasn't exactly wearing a rainbow dress."

Trish paced back and forth the apartment, she promised her that she wouldn't do this and now where was she…having dinner with Randy Orton. How dare she say it wasn't what it looked like, what else was she supposed to think seeing her girlfriend being kissed by her ex? She started to cry again when there was a knock on her door. "Go away Stacy I'm not letting you in!" She yelled. "It's not Stacy." A voice said, one that she quickly knew belonged to Torrie Wilson. "What do you want?" She asked, slightly upset that Stacy hadn't come to grovel yet. "Just open the fucking door." Trish reluctantly pulled back the lock and saw Torrie standing there with what must have been three-dozen roses. "Wow." She said before the other woman handed them to her. "It wasn't what it looked like," Torrie told her taking a seat in the hotel room. "Great now she has you doing her dirty work." The other blonde smiled. "Naw, she knew you wouldn't let her in so she went ahead and went to dinner with Orton." Trish was completely shocked. "…To explain to him Trish, he still didn't know why he was getting the silent treatment." Sighing Trish opened the card and read it aloud. "Baby it's you that I'm in love with, he just needed to know that and the fact that you're the only one who makes me Randy." Smiling she picked up her cell phone and called Stacy. "I forgive you." She said in response to Stacy's hello, Trish felt like she could almost hear her girlfriend smiling on the other end. "Now get your ass home."