Chapter 10: Reasons To Go To The Gym
As soon as the elevator doors opened again, Elena ran to her room and immediately jumped onto the bed, letting out a scream into her pillow. And now I have to see him again on Wednesday! Why does God hate me so much?
Elena let out a quick sigh and just looked around the room. "Oh crap!" she exclaimed as she sat up. "I never asked how I was supposed to get to the gym! Idiot!" Elena quickly slid off the bed, wondering whether or not to call him. "Well he may still be in the gym," she thought as she grabbed her phone and headed to the elevator. "On second thought, maybe I should take the stairs," Elena said as she walked away from the ever-troublesome elevators.
It was more tiresome than she thought to take the stairs at least seven floors. By the time she reached the bottom floor, she had a tiny glisten of sweat on her forehead, and was panting slightly.
"Even fighting Kennedy wasn't this annoying!" she chuckled dryly as Elena continued her journey to the hotel gym. I hope he hasn't left yet, she thought as she pushed open the door to the gym. As soon as it was opened, Elena gasped at the sight before her.
There, maybe only fifteen feet in front of her, was the god himself, Batista. He was lifting maybe his own body weight in front of a mirror. His perfect body, glistening in a layer of sweat, his muscles pulsing and flexing with every lift he made. Every time he brought the weight bar to him, his face would exhale sharply, then inhale just as sharp. It was amazing to watch. Batista's body was...just plain frickin' perfect! Everything Elena wasn't. But that didn't stop her from looking, needing the door panel to support her.
While in admiration of the Animal, Elena completely forgot about the fact that he could possibly see her watching in the mirror. Little did she know, Dave finally did notice her, and the look on her face. He couldn't help but smirk a little bit at the cute face she had.
"Hey Elena!" he called out, grunting as he continued to lift.
"Oh!" Elena gasped, unaware of the fact he knew she was there. "Uh...H-hey Da-Dave," she stuttered wildly.
"Just let me finish this rep," Dave continued to grunt, making Elena nearly breathless.
"O-okay s-sure!" she said, standing perfectly still.
Batista couldn't help but notice her stay in the doorway. "Don't be shy, I'm not gonna bite you," he winked. Elena didn't say anything as she took slow, nervous steps closer. Batista finally put the weights down, letting out a long breath. He turned to face Elena with a smile on his face. "So what can I do for you?" he asked wiping his brow with his forearm.
"We-well, I just-just wanted to um...ask you how um...I was going to..." Elena shuddered at the sight of him looking at her and watching his sweaty god-like body come closer. Her heart was pounding faster than it ever had before, her blood coursing quickly through her body. Good...God almighty. She thought in disbelief.
It only got worse...for as he came closer, he removed the black t-shirt he had been wearing. Elena took in an inch at a time as the fabric left his perfectly shaped abs and chest. Once it was completely pulled off, Elena's breath quickened. The sweat on her brow now wasn't just from the annoying stairs.
Batista threw his shirt over his broad shoulder and looked over at the nearly hyperventilating Elena. "Are you okay?" he chuckled.
"I..." Elena couldn't finish as she collapsed to the floor.
"Elena!" Dave exclaimed worriedly. Elena could feel his slippery hands grasp her and help her to sit up. "Elena, hey!" he cupped her cheek and tapped it a little. Elena looked up at him dizzily, as she could see the confusion and worry in his eyes. "You all right?" he panted, from his workout and little jog to come help her.
"Yes, I just...just got a little dizzy that's all. I took the stairs, and it took a little more out of me than I originally thought," she told him.
"You better lay down for a little bit. Come on," Batista told her as he lifted her into his sweating arms, not that she minded, and carried her to a bench. He set her down, and gave her his jacket to use as a pillow. "Let me get you some water, okay?" he asked, wiping her bangs from her face. Elena nodded, trying to even out her breathing.
Before Dave left to get her water, his finger tips lingered on her sweating forehead. He quickly shook his head, gave her a smile and went over to the vending machine. When he gathered the water bottles in his hands, Batista turned to see the beautiful young woman on the bench.
Her forehead was glistening only a little bit, her eyes closed, her chest going up and down with quick breaths. She had raised her hand to her forehead, and raised one leg to prop it up.
Good god. She's just...breathtaking. He thought to himself, shaking his head to clear it and walking over to her with her water. "Here ya go kiddo," he said as he handed it to her.
Elena reached out her hand, eyes closed, and apparently missed her intended target. She did feel something round and wet, but it wasn't a water bottle. As soon as Elena squeezed, her eyes popped open to reveal that she had...felt up Batista. "Oh my–" she gasped. Batista simply looked down from her hand, back to her with a raised brow and smirk on his face. "I am so, SO sorry!" she quivered.
"Don't worry about it," Dave chuckled, noticing her quickly bring her hand back to cover her face with and hopefully hide her mad blush. He couldn't help but keep chuckling as he sat beside her on the bench. "Here, drink this, it'll help." Elena didn't want to relinquish her hands to take the bottle. "Come on," he said taking her hand in his and putting the bottle into it.
"Thank you," Elena smiled as she took a sip. "This really helps, I appreciate it."
"It's not a problem. I'm actually glad you stopped by, I was hoping for some company." Batista winked, as Elena blushed. "Now you sit tight here while I finish up, and don't get up until you feel better, all right?" he said sternly as he stood.
"I thought I was the manager," Elena said. Dave laughed and went back to do some bench presses. Elena continued to lay down and drink her water, as she watched him. His head was toward her, so she wasn't so scared of being caught. I can't believe I fainted just at the sight of him. And he was wearing clothes! Oh man. She thought to herself. Elena was about to take another drink, she looked at the bottle Batista had given her. He always seems to be taking care of me. I don't deserve it. Not any of this. I better go she told herself as she slowly sat up, trying to let the dizziness subside before she got up to leave.
Elena stumbled a little to the door, thinking of taking one last look before she left. Once she turned around, her eyes widened. Dave seemed to be struggling with the weight he had been lifting. It looked ready to collapse on him, and really hurt him. "Dave!" she cried and dropped the bottle to run to his side.
"Stay back!" he growled under the pressure of the weights. Elena watched as he continued to try and put it back onto the rack. She knew he'd hurt himself trying and ran to help him. "Stay back!" he repeated.
"No!" Elena cried back as she grabbed onto the bar and pulled up as much as she could. It did little good, as his grip released the bar, causing it to crash to the ground. Elena had to fall back onto the floor to try to avoid getting hit by it. As soon as Dave heard the crash he jumped to his feet to see if Elena was all right.
"Elena!" he saw her on the ground, just barely an inch from where the weights had fallen. "Oh my god!" he yelled as he got to her side as quick as he could to help her.
"I'm all right, I got out of the way in time," she told him standing up with his help. "You should know better than to test your limits so carelessly like that!" Elena scolded. Dave didn't say a word as he looked at the mess he made. Elena noticed him looking at it with a solemn look on his face. "Dave–"
"You could've been really hurt. I'm sorry," he said quietly, obviously ashamed of himself as he grabbed his shirt and left.
"But Dave!" Elena called after him. He didn't answer her or stop as he stormed out the gym. "Dave please wait!" she cried running after him. By the time she had reached the lobby, he was gone. Oh great. Again, I make someone upset. It just seems to be my habit. She thought sadly to herself as she started to head back to her room. "Oh wait!" She ran back into the gym to grab the jacket he had let her use as a pillow. Elena held it close to her, his scent calming her, as tears started to form. "I better give it back to him." she told herself as she slowly made her way to the elevator. To hell with the stairs. If I have to fight another asshole fine.
A/N: Okay, this is one of those chapters I felt I HAD to write! And if you didn't get a little hot from this chapter or make you a Batista fan, then I feel like I failed as a writer! Lol. I hope you enjoyed it, despite the horrible time in between chapters! I'm bad at updating, I admit it! Lol. Thanks for all the previous reviews, they really do mean a lot to me, and I truly appreciate them :)