-1Wildcard Chapter Ten
"Let me go Orton," came a whisper against the Legend Killer's ear, but instead of letting go his arms held on tighter and in his sleep he shook his head no. Mel leaned back as much as she could and tried to gently pull herself from the Legend Killer's grasp.
Mel had woken up to find the room dark and quiet and herself staring at the sleeping face of Randy Orton, who looked quiet young this close up. It was hared to believe he was turning 26. She figured they'd fallen asleep while watching the movie. But after a few minutes of trying to go back to sleep, Mel needed to get up, so for the past fifteen or so minutes she had been trying to get up.
"Randy." She said a little louder. "Randy let me go."
"No." He muttered this time.
Time for a different tactic.
First Mel tried tickling around his arm then his nose. It didn't work, all he did was smile and cuddle closer, if he continued the cuddling, eventually he'd cuddle her off the couch. Mel was just about to try something new when she suddenly felt herself pulled towards Randy and a hand came up to her face, another to her back. Suddenly Mel found herself underneath the legend killer as he connected his lips to hers.
Mel's eyes clamped shut as she gave into the kiss. After a few moments, Randy began to run his tongue along her lips. Suddenly though Mel's eyes burst open as she felt a hand skim up underneath the sweatshirt she was wearing. That's when she noticed that Randy was awake, very much awake.
Mel pulled her head back.
"That was very mean."
"No it wasn't. It was fair. You were trying to wake me up and get away and well I didn't want to let you go."
"Sure. Well it wasn't that I wanted to go but I need to."
"Well I guess I could let you go. What will you give me for letting you go?"
"I think you already got your prize."
Randy thought about it for a minute then relented getting up off her and giving her a hand up.
Instead of staying on the couch, Randy followed Mel into her room where he didn't see here until she emerged from the bathroom.
"Told you that you needed to let me up."
He smiled. "Yes now I understand. Eh I wanted to get up anyway, rather sleep in a bed then on a couch even if it is with you."
He smiled as he pulled her down on the bed with him.
"Why are you in my room exactly?"
"I was curious?"
"Yeah right. Wow it's two in the morning, I really should go to sleep."
"Okay. I'm game if you are."
He said standing up form the bed and taking off his sweatshirt and t-shirt.
"Excuse me what do you think you're doing?"
"Getting ready for bed."
"Oh really? Well Mr. Orton your bedroom is upstairs I believe."
"What I can't sleep with you?" He pouted looking down at the young woman still dressed in his oversized sweatshirt.
"Because I say so?"
"But what if I tell you I'm afraid of the dark?" He said coming towards her on the bed where she was still laying.
"I'd say get a night light."
"I have a better idea." He continued with the game as he came to rest on his knees over her on the bed.
He brought his hands down on either side of her.
"What are you doing?"
"Sharing my ideas with you." He said as his head came down towards hers, his lips connecting with hers for the second time tonight.
-X-
Meanwhile…
Cena rolled over in the bed expecting to find the warmth of another body beside him.
All eh found was blank space. John sat up in bed and looked around to find the dark haired young woman who'd fallen asleep in his arms only a few hours ago.
"Kristi where are ya?"
He turned on the lamp beside the bed and that's when he saw her.
She was standing in front of the window looking out on the darkened world at the snow that was still silently falling.
Kristi didn't notice that Cena was awake until he came to stand behind her.
"What ya lookin' at?"
"The snow. Its' so pretty but damn is it cold."
"Yeah. How used to snow are you? I mean if I remember correctly you grew up in Puerto Rico."
"Yeah but I came to the states to live with an aunt in Pennsylvania for a while."
"Oh really? So ya a northern girl? Hmm another reason why I like ya."
"Yeah I grew up here and in Puerto Rico. I went to college at UPenn, that's were me and Melly met."
"Cool. Wow that looks like a good half a foot out there. We sure as hell ain't going anywhere anytime soon."
"Yeah. Damn I hope Melly's cool with lettin' me borrow some clothes. I sure as hell didn't pack for snow."
"Yeah neither did I or Orton for tha' matta. But Randy's probably got better stuff packed than I do. But yeah we need to go shopping. But we can worry 'bout 'dat tomorrow. What'd'ya say we go back to bed?"
John asked as his lips descended to her neck.
"That sound like a perfect plan to me."
Kristi said as she turned in Cena's arms.
The pair backing slowly but determinedly for the bed a few feet behind them.
Cena fell backwards onto the bed bringing Kristi down on top of him, her lips coming down to connect with his.
The pair kissed one another for several minutes finally though Cena decided to show Kristi he was in control by flipping them over. He came to rest on top of her. John's hands began to roam freely over Kristi's mostly naked upper body.
John brought his lips back down to Kristi's once more after several minutes of pulling back.
"John, I want you." Kristi muttered against his lips, causing him to stop and pull back once more.
"Are you sure? "Cause I don' wanna do nothin' you ain't ready for."
Kristi seemed to contemplate what the man said almost making him think she had changed her mind until she pulled his head down to hers as her hands began to head for southern territory.
The pair getting lost in one another as the snow continued to silently fall outside.
-X-
The next morning found the snow had stopped somewhere in the early morning hours but not before it had dropped ten inches of snow on the world of Boone.
"Wow. I don't believe it," came the voice of Randy Orton as he stepped into the kitchen looking out the window at the view outside.
"No shit Sherlock." John Cena said as he watched the Legend Killer saunter into the kitchen from his perch by the stove.
"Whatcha making?"
"Eggs Benedict and Toasted Almonds."
"Interesting."
"I'm making pancakes, bacon and eggs. Why?"
"Just wondering."
"So how did you sleep in that big ole bed all alone?"
"Who says I slept alone? And who's to say I slept upstairs?" Orton said as he took at seat at one of the stools in the kitchen island.
"Oh really? Why don't I believe ya? I think you're bluffing Orton."
"Well I'm not. Yes I so totally got some last night. And damn do I feel good today. Man I gotta tell ya this is the best vacation ever. Way to go man for arranging it."
"Oh really? So ya got some. Hmm when ya gonna tell her ya got a girlfriend?"
"Now who said that she had to know? Anyway 'nuff 'bout me. What about you man?"
"No. Back to the subject at hand. When ya gonna tell her? I mean I thought you was outta this whole dumbass asshole phase."
"Well maybe I'm not it doesn't really matter. It's not like I'm gonna see her again in a few weeks anyway, even if I want to."
"Whatever man. I just think you should think bout what ya doin'. As for Kristi and I, a gentleman never tells."
"So? Did ya get some man? Come on…you know you want to tell me."
"No way in hell man, no way in hell."
Orton starts to laugh.
"I knew you wouldn't get any."
"I didn't say that. Now shut up and help me with breakfast."
"Fine."