Randy Orton opened his eyes in comfort. Somehow, he felt extremely comfortable from where he was sleeping at the moment. It took him a second to analyze the woman figure on his chest. Candice Michelle was sleeping peacefully right on his chest! Her one arm was wrapped around his topless body, just as his arm was wrapped protectively around her waist. The curles of her hair was all around his chest.
He couldnt help but stare at her beauty. Even without the make up, she looked extremely beautiful and attractive. He was almost afraid to wake up and never see this beauty ever again, as if everything was a dream.
Since the day he came home drunk, all he could think of was the kiss that they shared. It was soft and beautiful; wild and exciting at the same time. More importantly, she kissed him back. He remembered everything about it. The way she wrapped her arms around his neck, the way her soft lips felt againts his own, the way their bodies pressed againts one another...
Just then, Candice's eyes slowly opened. She blanked a few times, then stared at his ice blue eyes. It was like waking up to clear clouds and oceans. She realized his arm on her waist, but she didnt mind. Somehow, she liked being in his embrace.
With a little embarassed attitude, she spoke. "Good morning."
"Morning," He muttered, still staring at her admiringly.
"I... Ugh," Candice smiled shyly. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Like what?" Randy asked huskily, moving his hand up and down on her waist.
"Like this," She whispered. "Like... Like, I dont know. I dont know how to name it, though."
"I just saw something I like," He replied with a smirk.
"Um... Wh -What time is it?"
"Half past ten."
"Why did I sleep that much? Usually, I wake up around like nine," She said. It was when she realized her own arm which was wrapped around his chest. "Oh, sorry," She muttered and pulled it away quickly. She tried to pull away, too. But, he didnt let her go. Instead, he strengthened his arm around her waist. She glared at him questioningly.
"I want to try something," He purred in her ear, making her wince. He, then, got himself on her arms and pulled her under him. If they were to try positions, he would be on top while she would be on the bottom. But, all she could see and think was his eyes. They were so warm and clear, yet, they could be cold and scary anytime. He caressed her cheek with his thumb. "You're so beautiful," He whispered.
"Randy-"
"Shh, let me finish," His thumb caressed her lips. "Do you remember the night I came home drunk?" He asked softly, making her nod a little. "And do you remember the kiss we shared?" His breath was so warm against her skin, she nodded slowly. "I cant get you out of my mind since then," He confessed quietly. She stared at him in disbelief. Randy Orton was thinking of her? Because of a simple kiss?
"Will you let me try something, Candice?" He asked huskily, his breath felt warmer againts her neck. "Do you let me?"
"I...Umm..." She closed her eyes, her mind went to his topeless body that was lying on top of her. She wanted it. She wanted him to try everything he wanted. With a simple nod, she acknowledged. His eyes shone as if he won a victory. His lips touched her neck, it felt so good against her hot skin. She closed her eyes to focuse on his lips. With an hungry attitude, he stared at her chocolate brown eyes. His lips were inches away from hers. She wanted to fill the space between them. She wanted to feel his lips on hers again, like before in the garden. She placed her hands on the sides of his face and got closed to him. Once again, he started caressing her cheek and lips. His lips got even closer to her lips...
"Good God!"
Both pulled away from each other as soon as they heard a voice. Candice pulled the covers on her, although, she was barely naked. Randy was on the edge of the bed, staying away from her as possible as he could. When the two were alright, they looked up to see who it was.
Mickie James and John Cena.
"Dude," John stated with a laugh. "It's just me, or you two were really about to kiss?"
"It's just you," Candice narrowed her eyes, not that she was mad at him. It just was the last thing she wanted to talk about.
"Whoa," Mickie giggled. "I'm stealing Candice for a long while, if that's okay with you two."
Men nodded and Mickie grabbed Candice by the arm, then, both girls walked out of the room in hurry. As soon as they left, John glared at his friend in humor. "I thought, you two hated each other."
"We did," Randy answered simply. He rested his head on Candice's pillow and breathed in deeply, it smelled nice like her. "John, what the hell is happening to me, man?"
John leaned againts the wall with a smirk. "Dont ask me that, dude."
"Help me out."
"If you ask me my thoughts, and you did... I think, you're in love."
"In freakin' what?"
"In love," John rolled his eyes. "Dont look too surprised. If Micks and I wouldnt interrupt...you know what would have happened."
"I havent loved anyone since Sam, man," Randy stared at him. "I doubt that I loved her anyway."
"I told you that before you went on a date with her," John sighed. "That, you wouldnt get along with her as much as you think."
"Whatever."
"Yeah, whatever," John told him. "Now, get your ass up and meet us in the backyard. Melina, Morrison and the girls are waiting for us."
Randy nodded, then John left. He thought about what John had said as he was lying on the bed, head on Candice's pillow. Could there be any possibilities about him being in love?
Sighing, he got up and changed his clothes into casual ones. After five minutes, he was ready. He walked over to the downstairs, then to the garden. Everyone was waiting there. The kids were trying to catch each other while running in the garden, Melina and Johnny were chatting, Candice was wearing Mickie's pink snow clothes, she was chatting with Mickie, and John was waiting for him. They all greeted Randy as he walked up to them. "Morning," He said.
"Afternoon," Melina corrected him with a giggle. "It's now eleven o'clock."
"I usually am the one who says that," Mickie grinned.
"Who said that?" Melina smirked in challange.
"I did."
"You? Please, buddy," Melina laughed out loud. "Like, nobody can tell the time, but you."
"I didnt say that," Mickie argued playfully.
"Yeah, sure."
"You're so damn stubborn, you know that?"
"Uh-huh."
"Gosh," Mickie ducked and made herself a big snowball. Then, she threw it on Melina, whose response was a shocked face.
"What the hell, Micks?"
"I enjoyed that," Mickie giggled, then got hit by a snowball that was throw by Candice. "Candy? I thought, you were on my side!"
"Not since we were busted," Candice laughed.
"Alright," John cut off. "No one can throw a snowball on my Mickie."
"I just have," Candice challanged him.
"I would watch myself if I were you, Candy," John smirked. "You have no one to get your back."
"Think twice, man," Randy stepped forward with a smirk, Candice smiled at him.
"Wait a second," Melina interrupted. "What about the kids?"
"They can play in the garden," Johnny suggested. "We would take the whole street."
Melina smirked. "So, we are playing as in teams."
"Yeah," Candice nodded. "Me and Randy, John and Mickie, you and Johnny."
"Great," Mickie told them. "Get ready to lose."
"I wouldnt be too sure," Randy grinned.
"Let the game begin..."
