I changed the rating of this story because even though it gets a little racy in this chapter, its not too much, but it's going to get pretty violent in once the proverbial shit hits the fan in the few chapters coming after this so be warned it's going to be a little disturbing later on. Also, there's a jump in here to 4 weeks later. I know it's a big jump but they I had planned it, nothing really happened to them while they were in England anyway and I didn't want to bore anyone with some random stuff. Thinking about putting in more of Jeff and his antics and adding in some of the other wrestlers to the dialogue here soon. And yay, 2 chapters in one night! Trying to make up for not posting for a few days. Hope you guys like it and let me know what you think!
Chapter 6
Dave immediately dropped his bags by the door and flopped down onto the bed. Callie giggled at him a little when he let out a huge sigh and rolled over onto his stomach, pulling his arms up underneath his head and staring face down into the bedspread. She set her bags on the chair at the table and shut the door behind her. She bent down to slip off her shoes and crawled up onto the bed behind him, kneading her fingers into his shoulders and neck, rubbing out the knots and kinks she felt there. A groan escaped his lips and his eyes closed, just enjoying the feeling of her hands roaming over his back. After a couple of minutes she moved over and straddled his lower back to get better leverage. She grinned to herself as another moan escaped his lips. Still smiling she leaned down, laying her entire body over his back and got close to his ear. "You know, you really can't sleep comfortably on the bed if you're laying on it sideways."
Without warning, Dave's head came up and in one swift movement he flipped over while grabbing her around her waist, keeping her on top of him. He had been kind of droopy and silent on the drive to the hotel and even seemed to be lagging a little while they had gotten their room keys from the front desk and parted ways from John. But now, all of the tiredness had left his eyes. Now, he seemed wide awake and his eyes were filled with wanting and passion. Just looking into them Callie was unable to look away and had it not been for his large hands grasping her around her wait she might have completely fallen off of him. She grinned a little down at him as he ran his hands down to her legs and back up again, this time letting his fingers slip underneath the hem of the black skirt she was wearing.
"I thought you were tired," she said teasingly.
"Hmmm. Never too tired for you babe." He ran his hands even farther up her skirt, gently massaging the tops of her thighs before pushing her skirt up and faintly growling in the back of his throat when he saw her thin pink boy shorts underneath. He didn't know what it was about boy shorts but they drove him wild. She always slept in them when she spent the night with him, if she slept in anything at all.
She grinned at him again before leaning back down and pressing her lips against his, exploring his mouth once again. His hands came up and pulled the clip out of her hair, letting it fall in soft waves around them. When he had been with his ex-wife her short hair had been the first thing to attract her to him. But Callie was different. He loved her long hair, especially when he was sleeping next to him and the waves fell over him. It was like silk. Now he ran his hands through it wishing he wrap his entire body with it. Dave groaned in protest as she pulled her lips from his and sat herself back up but quickly smiled his approval when she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor behind her and leaned back down to him again. He ran his hands all over her body, up and down her back, her legs, her abs; anywhere he could find skin to touch he did. Whenever he was around her it was hard to control himself.
Quickly he put his arms around her slim frame and sat up, making his way to his feet. Callie laughed at the sudden movement and wrapped her legs around his waist, more out of habit to keep from falling than at the possibility of him actually dropping her. She knew he wouldn't, and it wasn't as if he couldn't handle her weight. He leaned back down and laid on her on the bed before standing back up and removing his shirt and pants, opting to keep his boxer briefs on just because he knew it would drive her insane. Once done he just stood there looking down at her for a long moment. For the second time tonight he became acutely aware of his size. Always when they were in bed together he took extra care to control his movements and his weight. Being as large as he was he did with every woman he was with but with Callie it was different. She was tiny by anyone's standards and sometimes at night, he'd roll over onto a pillow and immediately wake up, thinking he'd rolled onto her too hard and hurt her. She never knew but he would laugh at himself afterwards. He kept starting down at her, just drinking in the sight of her.
In her own right, Callie was staring up at him. She never tired of looking at his muscular form. Every ripple and every point of definition could captivate her attention like no other. This time, though, he didn't give her time to fully take it all in, because before she knew it his hands were pressed down on the bed on either side of her head and his weighed warmth was pressed against her front, lips trailing their way up and down her neck. Callie threw her head back, giving him full access to her throat and inadvertently pressing her breasts against him in the process. Dave took advantage of her arched back and reached around to unclasp her bra, pulling it on one swift motion off of her arms, not caring where it landed. Then his lips trailed lower and lower, lingering on her chest for what seemed like an eternity to Callie before making their way down her body, kissing and licking around her navel and finding their way down to the waist of her boy shorts. She gasped in a breath as he began pulling them gently down her legs and tossing them aside…
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So there it was. They body underneath the skirt he had been staring at all day. Many times he'd imagined what lay underneath those tight pants and short skirts she'd been wearing for the past few months and finally it was right in front of him but not within his grasp. It pissed him off to no end that it was Mr. Bautista himself that he was watching on top of her. How could she consort with a lowlife like that. Hell, if it hadn't been for McMahon showing favoritism he would have had hit shot at that heavyweight title that Dave carried around.
Her body was exquisite. Even with all her scars and tattoos, she was perfect and waiting for him. Oh she wanted him, whether she knew it or not. Well, she was going to get him whether she liked it or not. He walked from his hotel window over to the desk in his room and made a few notes in the book he'd been keeping all of his plans in and then went back over to his position. They had made the mistake of turning on the lamp in the room and didn't bother to double check the curtains, which were open only an inch but that was quite enough to suit his needs. He sat down in the chair he'd positioned next to the window and leaned back to watch the show, knowing no one could see him because of the darkness both outside and in his room.
And watch he did, all the way up until they had finished and laid there with each other before Dave stood and made his way to the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack. Steam came out of the space a few minutes later and he assumed the man was taking a shower. Much to his dismay, a few moments later Callie herself rose from the bed and crept into the bathroom. His suspicions were confirmed when a full twenty minutes went by before they both came out, still unclothed and fell back to the bed for another round of their little game. Apparently she had joined him in the shower and had started their second tryst in there. That made him angry. It was bad enough she had to give herself to someone like him, she should at least do it where he could see. Even though they were now on the bed finishing what they had started in the shower it wasn't enough. The good parts were while they were in the midst of their foreplay. When he could see her in her entirety. Now, all he could glimpse of her was her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands running up and down his back, nails leaving marks, while he pumped into her. Oh, she was going to pay even more for this once he got his hands on her.
Four weeks later…
"Hey, you all ready for Wrestlemania?" Orton came up behind Callie as she was packing her things. She jumped a little, forgetting the door to the hotel room had been propped open so the bellhops could more easily take hers and John's luggage down to the lobby.
"Hey Rands. Yeah, I actually finished up all the work I had to do for it ahead of schedule. Now all I have to do is spend the next few days setting up the stage and backstage sets and I'm home free! Can't wait to actually have a couple of weeks off to work on some of my own designs."
Randy stepped into the room when she answered him and came up beside her, picking up the suitcase she had left sitting on the floor. "I'm going to take my things down with me, you want me to go ahead and take this one too?"
"Umm..yeah, John should still be down in the lobby so if you wouldn't mind giving it to him that would be great." Cal smiled her thanks up and Randy and watched as he took the bag out and set it on the cart with his own. "Hey Rands?" She called to him before he could make his way down the hall. "Does John seem like he's been acting weird to you?"
Randy turned back to Cal and sighed a little. He knew what this was about. Dave had come to John earlier before he had left for home for a while and John and Cal had boarded the plane to London. He had tried explaining to John that he was thinking about leaving the WWE and didn't know how to break it to Callie. He would be training for a career in mixed martial arts and wouldn't have the time to be traveling all of the time. He wasn't breaking off his friendship with Callie at all but he knew that their being apart for even longer periods of time would be hard on her. Once again, Randy, as well as everyone else, didn't understand why those two just didn't officially get together already. They were joined at the hip even while apart. He shook his head a little at Callie. "You know how he gets before a big pay per view. And Wrestlemania is the biggest one of them all. He's just been working himself too hard with the promos and press conferences and all. He'll be okay."
"Yeah," Cal said a little sadly. "He just seemed a little more distant this week than usual. He didn't even want to sit up and watch a movie with me last night. He was so sour I almost went and got my own room until he practically begged me not to."
"A lot of it is this damn weather too," Randy rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Once we get back to the states he'll perk up a bit. I'll talk to him if you want."
Callie grinned at the thought. She knew Orton was there for her and for John if need be and if something were actually wrong with him John would probably feel more comfortable talking about it with Randy than with her. She couldn't blame him. He and Randy had been friends for what seems like forever and there were things in her life that she felt more comfortable not talking with him about either. "Thanks Rands. I appreciate it."
Randy made a mental note to himself to John alone on the plane or, hell, at the airport and tell him to snap out of it, at least until Dave brought the subject up with Callie on his own. It just wasn't their information to tell.
Boarding the plane for home, Callie was still in a despondent mood but more because they were leaving England than from John's sour mood. They had stayed a week and had managed to cram so many shows in that she hadn't had time to do any sightseeing or really even get out at all. Every night she'd come back to the hotel and either fallen right to sleep or sprawled out on the bed with a movie until she fell asleep there. She'd put the final touches on her Wrestlemania projects and then had taken on some extra work that Linda had emailed to her the second day they had arrived. So much had to be done with Wrestlemania in only two weeks. Jeff had informed her it was always like this before the Big One but they didn't usually travel overseas so soon beforehand. That had been Vince's decision. Ticket sales and told them that while people from over twenty countries purchased tickets to Wrestlemania every year England was number two on the list, right after the good ole U. A. He had thought it would be a great promotion for it to stay that way if they hit up a few cities in England in the weeks prior. After their flight today they would be back in Oklahoma and then after that week's show there would be a whirlwind of promotions, autograph signings, photo shoots and meet and greets before the three day Axxess event before the big show in Arlington, Texas at none other than the brand new Cowboys Stadium. Callie was excited for that. She could stay in her own house instead of a hotel room with John and some of their friends and Arlington was her territory. Not like when she was out on the streets but after she had met John he knew she wouldn't have wanted to leave Texas completely so he'd moved her into a small house on the north side of Arlington really close to the stadium, Rangers Ballpark, Six Flags and all of it. She had loved it from the start and, after she had been working for the WWE for a few months, had tried to start paying him back for all the help he had given her. Hell, he had bought the house flat out and, while it was by no means brand new, it was still much better than she had been used to. Of course, John had refused her money and she, after a few more failed attempts, had given up.
But she was excited to be back home again and couldn't wait to work her first Wrestlemania. She had no idea, though, what someone else had in store for her before she would ever get there.
