CHAPTER TEN

RANDY

Was this real? Had Randy seriously just slept with a Diva he barely knew and was inexplicably drawn to? Lying in bed beside her, with her naked body curled against his, he knew it was. He tried to slow his breathing as his mind attempted to process what had just happened.

"That…" Corri said breathlessly. "We should do that more often."

Randy couldn't really disagree. He'd certainly been with his fair share of women over the years, but Corri took things to a level he couldn't fully comprehend. He'd never felt so connected to someone, and he hardly knew the girl.

He wanted to reply to her, but he couldn't find the words. Instead, he pulled her closer to him. He wanted her as close as possible. The warmth of her body made him feel so much less empty inside.

"Corrinne…" He whispered her name like a prayer.

He felt her lips curve into a smile against his chest. "I kind of like it when you call me that and we're all naked together," Corri said. "It's sexy… Intimate, even."

He still had no words. He didn't need them, as Corri rolled on top of him and started things up again. Apparently, once hadn't been enough for her. Randy knew he was in trouble when he looked into her eyes. He felt something more than a random one time thing should make him feel. He felt like he should let her in, even though he'd sworn he wouldn't. He wanted her, and damnit, why was that such a bad thing again?

After some of the best sex he'd ever had in his life (and that said something), Randy and Corri lay in bed together again, recovering and breathing in unison.

God help me, he thought. It's too late now. Whatever happened to the No Divas rule? Why did I have that again?

It suddenly didn't matter. Corri was a lot of things, but he suspected she wasn't using him for fame. Maybe she was using him for sex, but not fame. She didn't need him to further her career because she was damn good on her own. She also seemed to actually care about him. Seeing him freaked out the night before had led her to check on him, not run screaming in the other direction. Maybe he'd judged her too harshly before. Maybe the universe was throwing them together for a reason.

The Universe? When did you turn into a damn hippie new ager, Orton? He asked himself.

"Randy…" Corri called. "God, Randy… That was… I didn't think it could get better. You're full of surprises."

Randy laughed. "You're full of compliments," he replied.

"Not usually. Be honored." She kissed his chest, then to his great regret pulled away. "I've got to get going."

He didn't want to let her leave. "Right," he said. "Corri… Don't be a stranger."

"I won't be." She kissed him before pulling on her clothes. She stopped to admire his naked body and wiggled an eyebrow suggestively at him before covering him with his blanket. She was out the door in seconds.

"That girl…" Randy muttered. "Goddamn, I'm screwed."

SARAYA

Drinks had started out easily enough. Saraya hadn't actually intended to get Cayla drunk, but the girl was clearly looking for a distraction. Cayla was now giggling at a joke Saraya hadn't quite caught. She looked adorable, though, and Saraya kissed her as a reward.

"I love you," Cayla mumbled. "Like, really. Like, I'm so glad we met because you're amazing and gorgeous and funny and sweet and I really love you."

Saraya blinked for a moment before deciding this was probably the liquor talking. "Love you, too, you lush," she said.

Cayla hiccoughed, proving Saraya's theory. Well, maybe she meant the words, but she'd never have rambled them sober. "We need to get you sober, Missy. You have work tonight. I'm going to be in so much trouble for getting you drunk before a taping!"

Cayla laughed. "No one will notice. I'm not drunk."

"Keep thinking that, Cay."

"I'm totally still sober!"

"Right. You're about as sober as Steve Austin during the Attitude Era!" Saraya shook her head. "Okay, coffee and water. Come on." She led a wobbly Cayla back to her hotel room.

Cayla flopped down on the bed and promptly passed out. "Wow. Well, that's what she gets for trying to outdrink a Brit," Saraya said aloud. She stroked Cayla's hair and curled up beside her. Maybe a nap would sober the girl up.

Saraya kind of liked watching Cayla sleep. She looked so peaceful. Saraya thought about the way Cayla had rambled about loving her. She wondered what her own feelings were. Saraya sort of fell in and out of love easily, but she definitely felt love when she thought of Cayla. Would it last, or would she eventually tire of the perky blonde and move on?

I don't want to move on this time, Saraya realized. That scared her. She hadn't felt this serious about anyone in a long time, and he'd hurt her badly. Could she risk being hurt again?

Cayla won't hurt you, she told herself. She isn't like that. She knew it was true. If anything, Saraya was far more likely to hurt Cayla.

As Cayla breathed peacefully in her alcohol-induced nap, Saraya pushed all thoughts away except how much she liked holding her as she slept.

CORRI

Corri was absolutely freaking out. "What the hell?" She wondered aloud. "I could date him… Like actually, monogamously date him… I don't do that! Where are these thoughts coming from?"

She knew, of course. The way Randy made her feel, physically and emotionally, made her consider things she'd never consider under normal circumstances. She didn't want to lose him. She didn't want to be away from him. That was why she'd left so abruptly. She had to leave before she couldn't bring herself to.

What she needed was a Twintervention from Cayla. She always gave the best advice. She'd know what to do. She dialed Cayla's number, but no one picked up. Annoyed, she texted her to call her immediately.

Five minutes later, Cayla called. She sounded off. "Wait, are you okay?" Corri asked.

"Um… Just sort of hung-over," Cayla admitted.

"Wow. Maybe I picked a bad time to try to reach you."

"I'm here, Corr. What is it?" She asked.

"I slept with Randy Orton."

"Of course you did."

"Cay, I don't know what to do… He made me feel things… It was intense. I'm freaking out."

"What did you feel?"

"I thought about monogamy for a half a second."

"What? Corr, that's… Major."

"For me? Yeah, I know."

"Do you think he's the one?"

"I don't know. I don't really believe in that stuff. The thing is, I feel connected to him. I'm sort of fascinated by him… And when he says my name… Damn, he gave me chills, Cay, seriously."

"You guys could be really cute together…"

"Don't start."

"Too late. Maybe a real relationship might not be such a bad thing for you, Corri. A new experience could be good for you."

She paused. Could it? "Maybe… I'll see where it goes. I don't even know if he's interested in anything more than what we just did."

"I have a feeling he is. You never connect to anyone, Corri. It can't be one-sided."

"I hope you're right, or I'm going to feel pretty stupid."

"I'm right. Now go get your man. I'll see you later. I need coffee."

Corri hung up and decided she might as well do this like she did everything else. She got ready for work and headed to the arena. She then proceeded to seek out Randy.

He was standing by himself when she found him. "Hey, Sexy," she greeted him.

"Hey," Randy said. He eyed her awkwardly, like he wasn't sure what the proper greeting was after what they'd done.

"So, I'm going to go out on a limb here and ask something. I've never really done this before, but how would you like to try dating?"

Randy stared at her in shock. "Seriously?" He asked.

"It's pretty ridiculous, huh?"

"No… No, I'd like that, actually."

"Really?"

He laughed. "Yes, Corri, really. I don't know what we have between us, but it's something. I like the idea of exploring it."

Corri was excited. She hadn't had a "boyfriend" since seventh grade when she decided monogamy bored her, but Randy made a damn good one. Maybe she could finally figure out how people stayed in relationships for more than a couple of weeks. Or, they'd crash and burn and she'd move on. Either way, this was going to be fun.

Randy seemed a little shy, but Corri pulled him toward her and soon, they were kissing. "I like this," Corri decided. "You, Randy Orton, are having a very unusual effect on me."

"Is that a good thing?" Randy asked.

"I think so. Ask me again in a few weeks." She kissed him again. She really loved doing that. Corri briefly allowed herself to imagine what it might be like to be happy with a guy. It was a weird activity. She wasn't Cayla. This was Cayla behavior. Still, it was sort of nice.

Her thoughts were interrupted by an unwelcome sight. Brock Lesnar was backstage. She was fully prepared for battle, but Lesnar took one look at her and kept walking.

Randy laughed. "I think he's afraid of you," he said.

"Good," Corri said. "He should be. I make Dean look stable."

"God, you're sexy," Randy stated.

"So kiss me." And he did. Corri decided she could definitely get used to this.

CAYLA

Backstage, Cayla was feeling better. Apparently, Saraya's hangover cure really worked. She turned around and bumped right into someone.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry," Cayla apologized. She realized she had walked into a very firm chest. She looked up and was staring at Brock Lesnar.

He smiled down at her. "No problem, sweetheart," Lesnar said to her.

Cayla was immediately creeped out. "Anyway, I should be going."

"Why the rush?" He was staring at her in a way that made her very uncomfortable.

"I'm meeting someone."

"Right. A pretty girl like you must have a lot of people to meet."

"Brock, really, I should go now."

"Come on, can't you even take a compliment?" He smiled harder. It looked like it might be vaguely painful for him. "We should go out sometime."

Cayla looked at him in confusion. "You're married," she reminded him, just in case a concussion or the steroids had caused him to forget this fact. "To a very beautiful woman."

"She and I have an understanding," he informed her. "That really isn't a factor here."

"I'm sorry, Brock… I'm just not looking to hook up with anyone right now."

"Right. Well, when you're ready, give me a call, Beautiful. We'll talk."

Cayla quickly escaped from Lesnar's company. She found Big Show backstage. "Are you okay?" He asked. "You look freaked out."

"I'm fine," Cayla said.

"Cayla, come on. I think I'm getting to know you better than that."

"I just had a weird run-in with Brock Lesnar."

Show tensed. "What the hell did he want?"

"He was hitting on me. It was creepy."

"I'll kick his ass."

"You can't kick his ass for hitting on me. He's just a jerk. It's not a big deal."

"I'll beat him on principal."

She laughed. "Thanks, Show, but I'm good."

"If you're sure."

"You're sweet. I know I don't look like much, Show, but I can take care of myself, even with creeps like Lesnar."

"I trust you."

"Good. I trust you, too. Now let's go outside and film ourselves making out for no apparent reason."

"Sounds like a plan. Should I put one some lip gloss so my lips are nice and smooth for you? It's cherry flavored."

Cayla laughed. She was comfortable with Show, a fact that was useful given their storyline romance. He was a funny guy and that helped put her at ease. Together, they walked out in front of the audience and put on the show they were expected to put on.

CORRI

Tonight was the night Corri's storyline got more interesting. As she stood on stage with Joe and Dean, a video began playing in the arena. It was the backstage clip of her and Dean. Joe pushed her away in horror as he watched her kiss Dean.

"How could you?" Joe demanded.

"Dude, I'm sorry… But your girlfriend's hot…" Dean shrugged apologetically.

"I trusted you! You were my brother!" With that, Joe attacked Dean. Corri watched with vague interest from the side of the ring after carefully moving herself out of harm's way. Watching the two remaining Shield members fight over her was kind of amusing, and although she had never slept with Joe, she had actually been with Dean, so it was fairly easy to imagine the conflict her character was supposed to be feeling.

At the end of the fight, Joe stormed by her, shooting her a glare before leaving the arena. Dean was lying in the ring clutching his stomach. Corri knelt beside him.

"You good?" She whispered out of the side of her mouth.

"Totally," Dean whispered back. Then he groaned loudly and made a big show of having difficulty moving. Corri stood up and helped him get back up before leading him backstage with a trainer.

When they got backstage, Joe was shaking his head. "I hated that," he said. "I don't want them turning me on you, man. It's bad enough Colby's not one of us anymore."

"It's cool, man. It's only a temporary angle," Dean reminded him.

"You boys are adorable," Corri said. She spotted Cayla nearby. "Cay, I'm going to be the most hated woman in the WWE!" She declared with amused pride.

"That'll never happen," Cayla said.

"I just broke up what's left of the Shield."

"That's true. Expect death threats, you evil bitch!"

Corri laughed. "It all works out in the end. I'll be their hero soon enough."

"They just don't know that yet." Cayla hugged her. "You did great tonight."

"You, too. What's it like kissing Big Show?"

"A little messy, honestly… And sweet like cherries."

"Seriously?"

"He put on lip gloss to make me laugh so I'd relax."

Corri cracked up. "Wow, Big Show's damn secure in his manhood."

"He's a good guy. I'm glad I get to work with him."

"By the way, Randy and I are totally a thing now. Feel free to go crazy and all that."

"Wait, really? You did it?"

"Yeah. Sometimes, my sister gives really good advice."

"This is great! I'm happy for you, Corr."

"I'm happy for me, too." She smiled. For the first time in ages, Corri was feeling optimistic. Things just might be working out for once.

You totally jinxed yourself, she thought.

Shut up, you, she retorted.

Arguing with yourself is not healthy… Have I started hearing voices in my head? Is my boyfriend contagious? She started laughing. Anyone else would have thought she was crazy, but Cayla smiled like she knew exactly what Corri was thinking. She probably did. It was a twin thing.

Yeah, she decided. This is going to be an interesting time in my life.