If you like it, please review and I will write more :) It contains many characters including John Cena, Randy Orton, Shane McMahon, Wade Barrett, Heath Slater and the rest of The Corre. I do not own the WWE or any of its employees. I only own Amber. I am in no way suggesting the story reflects real life, it is entirely fictional. I also do not own any of the songs mentioned in this story at any point, I just like them. Thank you for reading.
He stared deep into my eyes with his own, a piercing green deep into my soul. He looked away and his hand fell from my face. I lifted his chin and looked at him again; a small tear ran down his cheek. "What's wrong?" I asked him, holding back my own tears. He shook his head and turned his body away from me, resting his head in his hands. I moved over to him and lay on my back, hanging my head over the edge of the bed upside down so I could see his face. He smiled at me, lifting me up again.
"I should never have let that happen" he whispered.
"How could you have stopped it any sooner? You're the one who got rid of him, if it wasn't for you god knows what might have happened" I reasoned.
"I shouldn't have left you alone, I know what the area's like sometimes, I used to live here for fucks sake" he said getting angry again.
"Stop it, it could happen anywhere, there's people like that wherever you go, there's hundreds of girls on their own in there" I said trying to calm him down.
"And where the fuck were John and Randy? They were supposed to be looking after you too, how did no one notice before he grabbed you?" he said raising his voice again.
"They were talking, they didn't even notice you go, I moved closer to them but he was just there and I didn't have time to find them" I explained hurriedly.
"I mean, he could have dragged you out of there and loaded you into a van or something! No one would have known! He could have raped and fucking murdered you Amber!" he shouted angrily. I began sobbing uncontrollably at that thought, as if I wasn't scared enough; I didn't need to be reminded about how I could be dead right now. I didn't like being shouted at either, even if he wasn't mad at me specifically. I got up and ran out of the room.
"Amber…I'm really sorry I didn't mean it like that!" Wade shouted after me.
I climbed onto the sofa under the blankets Justin slept under. I pulled them over my head, blocking out the world for a while, feeling safer. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember was Heath lifting the blankets, sitting beside me.
"Are you okay sweetie? Why are you under here?" he asked, concerned.
"Nothing, I'm just upset" I sat up brushing my hair out of my face. He hugged me, resting his chin on top of my head.
"Where's Wade?" he asked.
"I don't know, he was in the bedroom before I fell asleep. What time is it?" I asked.
"Oh…" he said "…yeah it's just gone 3am" he answered. Heath walked over to the bedroom door and knocked "Hey Wade, are you awake?" No one answered. "I think it's best to leave him be, you sure the sofa's okay? Justin can stay in our room" he asked. I nodded and kissed him goodnight.
Sleep just wouldn't come. I switched on the TV and watched a film for a while. I heard the bedroom door creak open behind me. Wade sheepishly edged out and stood there, as if waiting for approval. When none came, he said "Can I talk to you for a second?"
I responded "I'm done with crying okay, so make it quick". He nodded.
"I didn't mean to upset you, I need to sort that out, how I go off on one, I know. It's a horrible situation but it's over now. Will you forgive me?" he asked.
I needed to get it off my chest. "You know, you can be a real chauvinistic pig sometimes. I'm no different to all the other girls who go out. It could have been any one of them; they don't have men guarding them all the time. Don't act like I'm a child and you're some kind of guardian angel okay? I appreciate that you care, but don't shout at me and don't suggest John and the others don't care. And don't remind me of what could have happened, I know, but it didn't, did it? So let's just be thankful okay?" I lectured, standing up half way through and getting in his face to make my point. He nodded.
"You're so sexy when you're mad at me" he added.
"What the fuck? Do you take nothing I say seriously? Is this a joke to you?" I shouted.
"Of course I take you seriously" he said pulling me onto his lap. He grabbed my arms. I tried to pull them away, and failing that I tried to hit him. "Oh…oh…she's getting violent now" he jibed. I reached for any part of him I could get to, biting his ear.
"Owww!" he recoiled. I laughed falling onto him, finally giving in. He tickled me, rolling me onto the sofa.
"What do you say to make-up sex?" he winked, studying my face for a reaction. "What do you say to 'go fuck yourself'?" I responded tilting my head to one side, a smug expression on my face. "Okay that's it missy, I've had enough of your abuse" and with that, he picked me up and carried me, thrashing around on his shoulder, into the bedroom.
"Show me some moves" I said grinning. Suddenly, he power-slammed me onto the bed.
"Again!" I told him laughing.
"Okay one more" he said amused. He picked me up again but this time I wrapped my legs around his waist. As he brought me down onto the bed, I pulled him down with me. He fell, laughing. Our faces were inches apart. I stared into his big green eyes for what seemed a lifetime until he leaned in and gently brushed my lips with his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in more forcefully this time.
His chest pressed against me as his breathing became heavier. I ran my hands along his hips and up under his shirt, touching his solid stomach. I lifted the shirt over his head and began running my fingers through his sleek hair. He put his hands around my back, pulling me close and undid my bra. He pulled it off along with my dress. He tossed them aside and began kissing me everywhere.
He glanced up every now and then, looking incredibly sexy, to check if I wanted him to continue. I sat up, grabbing his hand, kissing him passionately. I undid his pants and he slipped them off to reveal navy blue boxer-briefs. I could see he was aroused and I began moving my hips gently against him causing him to sigh contently. He removed my underwear as I pulled his down seductively. He laid me down on the bed and moved over me, propping himself up on his hands.
He kissed me again and looked deeply into my eyes and whispered to me "you sure you're good to carry on baby, cause it's gonna be hard to stop myself in a bit?" "You're amazing" I whispered in response and nodded, urging him to continue. He moved his hand down and massaged me and then carefully thrust into me. Our bodies moved together, beads of sweat forming on his brow.
He thrust deeper and deeper. I groaned every time he hit that point that made everything go weak. "I've been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you" Wade said between grunts.
"God, you're sexy" I replied "don't stop…that's it… that feels so good!" I screamed.
"I'm not far off baby" he told me breathing heavily.
"Please…keep going…I don't wanna stop" I begged. He clenched his thighs in an effort to hold back the climax he knew was fast approaching and concentrated on pleasing me, my curly blonde hair bouncing gently against the pillow. He moaned loudly and ached with the effort of controlling himself. He felt my hips bucking to meet his as he felt me tense and sigh into ecstasy. He released the tension and came with huge force grunting uncontrollably. He pulled out and collapsed beside me, panting heavily.
He wrapped his arms around me and I turned to kiss him. "We should fight more often" I whispered biting my lip. We feel asleep quickly, naked and wrapped around one another.
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