We fanned out in a circle. I sat myself down in between Kit and Matt and Mickie sat down on Kit's other side, with Randy next to her. JBL could be heard complaining that this game was childish but was ordered to shut up and participate or risk a dunking in the pool by Hunter.
"All right, people," announced Mickie when we were all settled. "The rules are simple. I start by spinning the bottle. If the bottle lands on you I kiss you, and then you spin the bottle and kiss whoever it lands on. See? So simple even Randy can understand it!" Randy pouted as Kit and I giggled and Mickie snorted and ruffled his hair.
"Can I make an amendment to that?" asked Kit. "The person sat on the spinner's left has to determine the nature of the kiss, for example peck on the cheek, smooch, make-out." She grinned wickedly at me and I rolled my eyes and elbowed her in the side. Of course, she'd have something fiendish planned for me. She always did.
"Good plan! One more rule. If you refuse a kiss for any reason, you have to take a forfeit of the removal of one item of clothing, also to be determined by the person on the spinner's left. Oh, and the longest length of time you can spend on a kiss is five minutes or we'll never get the game finished. Got that?" Mickie asked, and we vaguely murmured our assent. "Great! Let's get started!"
Mickie's first victim was Shawn, and Randy initially ordered her to kill him, but after being gently reminded that it wasn't within the rules of the game grudgingly asked her to peck him on the cheek, which she duly did. Shawn's victim was Ashley, and he had to kiss up her arm. Ashley grabbed the bottle, and squealed in delight as it landed on Kit.
"You'll do nothing more than give her a chaste peck on the cheek!" said Hunter with a stern glare at Ashley. .
"That's boring!" she protested. Hunter continued to glare at her and she pouted and fluttered her eyelashes. Hunter sighed and shook his head.
"Have it your way. Smoochies for thirty seconds. No tongues though!" he said gruffly. Ashley grinned triumphantly and crawled over to Kit.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" sighed Randy wistfully as the two Divas kissed. "Man I love this game - Hey! What was that for?" he demanded as Mickie punched him in the arm.
"No reason," said Mickie, looking beautifully innocent.
After that, Kit then had to kiss Batista, trailing kisses along his neck and collarbone. Batista had to kiss Matt, full on the mouth, for twenty seconds. Matt had to kiss Gregory Helms, which he wasn't too happy about - just a peck on the nose, which he managed to turn into biting Helms' nose. Helms then had to kiss Kit, which Matt was also not too happy about - he folded his arms, tutted loudly and glared at the pair as they kissed.
"Child!" I muttered as I whacked him in the back of the head.
"What? It's perfectly justified!" he muttered sullenly.
"Just because you don't like the bloke -"
"What? I do like him, really. He's just a total shitbag and -"
"Yeah, you really like him don't you?" I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes. Matt snorted and poked me in the side. I squawked indignantly.
"Don't you start with me, missy!" he threatened.
"Ssh! You're making me miss Kit making out with Brian!" I hissed, slapping his arm lightly.
"Huh!" Matt slumped backwards until he was leaning on one elbow, and turned his back to me. He shot me a look over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out, and I slapped his bottom in retaliation. He turned a look of absolute shock on me and I burst out laughing and reached over to ruffle his hair.
"Trust you to start flirting when I'm gone," Kit hissed in an undertone as she crawled back into her place and Brian hurriedly kissed Vito.
"We're not flirting!" I protested. She gave me a sceptical look and immediately started whispering with Mickie.
"NO!" A shout from JBL made us jump. I looked over to see Vito crawling towards JBL, who was looking to put as much space between him and the man in a dress as possible. I giggled as JBL scuttled backwards until he was right up against the window by the pool area. "Forfeit, forfeit dammit! Get this freak away from me!"
"Come on honey, it'll only take a minute!" purred Vito. He grabbed JBL's head and planted a smacker on his mouth before heading back to his place. JBL looked utterly shocked and disgusted at what had happened, his face twitching as he tried to work out an appropriate reaction. Finally he stormed towards the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind himself.
"Doesn't look like he's coming back," observed Mickie after five minutes had passed. "Shane, you were on his left, you take his go." Shane McMahon grabbed the bottle and spun it. It landed on Edge.
"You two have to make out for five minutes," said Candice, who was on Shane's left, to general applause and catcalling.
"Do I have to?" asked Edge with a grimace.
"Either that or lose your clothes, which will it be?" asked Mickie, with a wicked grin. Edge sighed, screwed his face up and made no further complaint as he received his kiss. When they finally broke apart he shot a panicked look towards Lita, who was too busy laughing to comfort him much, and spun the bottle. It landed on John.
"No. No way. Forfeit," said Edge immediately.
"Aww, I was looking forward to kissing you!" John pouted, fluttering his eyelashes and leaning in to the Rated R Superstar. Edge pushed him away.
"No. Forfeit."
"Fine, then you lose your pants," said John.
"Fine!" Edge stood up, stripped off his pants and threw them over his shoulder. Then he looked down and winced. "Ah…"
"Dude. A pink thong?" asked John with a wicked smirk. "Hey, since when did you start stealing Lita's underwear?"
"Shut up, John!" muttered Edge, whose face was turning as pink as his undies.
"Hey, I was looking for those earlier!" said Lita, to a general ripple of laughter. Edge drew his knees up to his chest and pulled his shirt over his knees as far as possible in an attempt to cover up. John smirked, grabbed hold of the bottle and spun it. It landed on Randy.
"Dude! No way!" protested Randy. "That's just sick."
"It's just a peck on the cheek, right? Right?" John begged Ashley, who was on his left.
"Nope. You guys have to make out for two minutes," Ashley replied with her sweetest smile firmly in place and a wink towards me, Kit and Mickie.
"I'm not forfeiting," said John to Randy. "I'm not wearing a shirt and I'm not sitting here in my undies all evening. I'm not forfeiting."
"Fine. Let's get it over with," sighed Randy dramatically. The two men approached each other like a bomb disposal squad approaching a suspicious looking package, before John just grabbed hold of Randy's head and kissed him forcefully. When Ashley announced that time was up they both sprang away from each other and wiped their mouths hurriedly.
"Dude, you slobber," scowled John as he mimed spitting onto the carpet.
"I do not! You bite!" Randy retorted. "Ugh. Please let it be someone hot!" he begged as he spun the bottle. It landed on Chris Masters and he grimaced as he planted a kiss on Masters' cheek before rushing off to the kitchen to find a new can of beer, cracking it open and draining it in one swallow. Masters spun the bottle and it landed on me.
"Forfeit!" I said immediately. Masters looked really disappointed.
"Hey baby, it's not all bad I promise-" he began, before realising that he was sat in between Kane and Taker, and they were both glaring and growling at him. "Ah… forfeit, then?"
"Yeah, forfeit." I turned to Kit. "What shall I take off? Jeans or top?"
"Top!" said Randy immediately, and Matt, Jeff and John all threw their empty beer cans at him. "What?"
"Which would you prefer?" asked Kit.
"Top. Don't want to bear my cellulite to all and sundry!" I sniggered. "It could possibly be more frightening than Masters' arse."
"Nah, nothing's that frightening," she giggled. "Okay. Top it is." I stripped off my top and threw it onto one of the sofas, and caught Matt staring.
"What?" I asked and he started suddenly.
"Oh… nice tattoo," he said, indicating the dragon tattoo on my right arm. I rolled my eyes as Randy cheered, earning himself another pelting, this time from Taker and Kane, and picked up the bottle. I span it and it landed on Kane.
"Kiss him on the top of his little bald head!" crowed Kit and I duly obliged.
"Soon as this game's over you're getting dressed again," he warned as I grabbed hold of his head and planted a smacker right on the top.
"I know, I know! Stop protecting me!" I groaned, slapping him lightly on the arm as I went back to my place.
The game wore on. Kane kissed Lillian, who kissed Lita, who kissed Kit, who kissed Jeff. Mickie ordered Kit to remove Jeff's top and trail kisses down his chest right down to the waistband of his pants. Kit duly complied, taking joy in playing with Jeff's belly ring with her tongue, and her face was a little flushed and she looked slightly spaced out when she finally re-took her place. Jeff smiled charmingly at her before taking hold of the bottle. Matt nudged my arm, indicated Kit and Jeff, and I nodded. He grinned evilly and leaned over to whisper to his brother. Jeff snorted, span the bottle - and it landed on Kit again.
"Well darlin', looks like me and you were meant to be together tonight," he drawled as Kit groaned and buried her face in her hands.
"Jeff, I reckon you should pull her onto your lap and make out with her for five minutes," said Matt with a wicked smirk. Kit lowered her hands and glared at him.
"I hate you!" she mouthed before accepting her fate and crawling over to Jeff. He smiled warmly at her before pulling her onto his lap. She hooked her arms around his neck and he placed one hand on the small of her back, the other twining in her hair as they kissed.
"So. Your sister and my brother?" whispered Matt and I nodded.
"Yeah. She's had a crush on him forever. She'd absolutely refuse to admit it to anyone though," I replied. "In fact she'd probably flat out lie if anyone asked her outright."
"Ah." He nodded sagely. "In that case, I think we should do something about it. Soon as this game's over meet me in the garden and we'll discuss Operation: Annoy Our Siblings To Death."
"Deal," I sniggered and we shook hands.
Kit looked more flushed than ever as she retook her seat, and she glared at me and Matt.
"I hate you both," she moaned weakly as Jeff leaned back onto his elbow, looking highly pleased with himself.
"What? I did nothing!" I protested. Kit shot me a look that plainly said she didn't believe me.
"I'll get you back for that," she growled. "I know just the thing." She smirked and I edged away from her and grabbed Matt's arm.
"Help me, she's plotting, I know that look, that is not a good look!" I hissed in his ear.
"How bad can it be?" laughed Matt.
"Extremely, you don't know my sister like I do!"
The game restarted. Kit had to kiss Carlito, who kissed Melina, who kissed Masters, who kissed Trish, who kissed Taker, who kissed Lita, who kissed me. I heard Matt gasp and mutter something as she planted a smacker on my lips, and as she whispered something to me about trying to humiliate Edge and Randy, which caused me to giggle, I noticed him give her a very nasty look. Lita sat back down and I picked up the bottle and span it. It landed on Matt, and Kit started to cackle.
"Oh, sorry, was that me?" she said brightly and cleared her throat before giving me a winning smile. I glared at her, dreading to think what she had planned. "Okay, you have to lie down, on your back. Matt, you go on top of her… between her legs… and you two have to make out for five minutes." She grinned broadly as I groaned.
"I hate you!" I mouthed at her as Matt and I got into position. I smiled up at him, feeling my face flush as I became acutely aware of the fact that I didn't have a top on.
"Ready?" he asked with a broad grin threatening to slice his head in half. I nodded dumbly, and gasped as our lips made contact.
Matt was a very good kisser and my senses swam as our tongues writhed together like snakes. His hands felt incredibly hot on my bare skin and I gasped as he stroked down my ribcage and onto my stomach, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my groin. Almost subconsciously I raked my nails down his back, causing him to hiss against my lips. His lips moved to my neck and I groaned in pleasure as he nipped down gently, and I slid my arms under his top to stroke the smooth skin as his lips recaptured mine in a frenzied kiss.
I heard Kit's voice as though it were coming from miles away and with a monumental effort of will pulled my lips away from Matt's. We lay there for ages, panting and staring at each other dumbly, while I tried to bully my mind into working properly. It felt all fuzzy around the edges, and it didn't help that I was immensely attracted to him, and incredibly turned on right now. And he was also attracted to me… at least, if he wasn't before the kiss he was very, definitely attracted to me now. Oh, gods… I groaned and tried to convince myself that what was digging into my hip was just a roll of quarters and nothing else.
It was some moments before we could move again, and as Matt retook his spot we exchanged shy, embarrassed grins. He cleared his throat and spun the bottle. It landed on Lita, and the colour rapidly drained from his face.
"Well? What are you going to do?" taunted Edge, who was managing to look smug even though he was still sat with his shirt firmly pulled down over his knees.
"You can always forfeit," I reminded him gently. He hesitated for a moment and then shook his head fiercely.
"No. It's okay. I'll do it."
"Okay. Kiss the back of her hand, gentlemanly-like." He shot me a sharp look that made my stomach flip over nervously.
"Are you trying to protect me?" he barked harshly. The tone of his voice stung and I stared at him for a moment.
"No! I just thought…"
"Well don't!" he snapped and I threw up my hands.
"Fine then, smooch on the lips for thirty seconds. See if I care!" Jeff, Kit and I exchanged exasperated looks as he did just that and then pulled away from Lita looking quite upset. She grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him close so that she could whisper in his ear, and he pulled roughly away from her and stormed off towards the private room.
"Matt? You okay?" called Hunter, but Matt ignored him and slammed the door behind him. Jeff and I both stood up to follow him but Jeff put his hand on my shoulder.
"I'll handle this. He's my brother," he said and I sat back down and turned to Kit and Mickie.
"What the bloody hell?" I asked in a whisper.
"Well… you know the history there, right?" asked Mickie and I nodded. "Must have just brought back some painful memories, that's all." I sighed and looked over at Edge and Lita, who were whispering together and looking smug, and felt a rush of hatred towards the pair. What they'd done to him was unforgivable, and doubly so if they were just going to rub it in his face all the time we were in the house.
The door to the private room opened again and Jeff wandered out, rubbing his temples.
"You try talking to him, Ell," he sighed. "You're a woman, you might have some sort of calming influence, whereas I just want to shove his head through a wall right now." I stood up as Jeff stood back down and headed over to the private room. The door wasn't locked and I slipped inside.
The private room was just large enough to hold a double bed, music centre and minibar. Matt was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, glaring up at the ceiling.
"Get out," he said as I approached the bed.
"You alright, Matthew?" I asked gently. He tilted his head slightly so he could glare at me.
"I thought I said get out?"
"I just wanted to see that you were all right," I said defensively, making no moves towards the door.
"What do you care?" he spat.
"Well, I thought we were friends," I replied and sat down on the floor, looking up at the bed.
"We only met yesterday," he muttered sullenly.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I don't like you and can't care for your wellbeing," I snapped. "What's this about? What did she say to you?" Matt sighed and resumed his silent contemplation of the ceiling. "All right, be a sulky bastard if you want. But I'm not moving until either you calm down and decide to rejoin civilisation or you tell me what's wrong." He shrugged, and I settled myself more comfortably against the wall, fished my mp3 player out of my pocket, turned it on and zoned out slightly as I selected my favourite playlist, all the while never taking my eyes off Matt.