A/N: Writing this is bittersweet because we have arrived at the end of this story. Don't shoot me. I had always planned this to be a 10-chapter story. Truthfully, I'm glad I finally completed a story. It's sad though because I've really grown to love this pairing and I know I have a couple faithful readers who must feel the same way. Originally, this chapter was going to be much shorter as it wouldn't have included the flashback (italicized), but the overwhelming request for more sex scenes made me reconsider. I'm glad you guys pushed me to write some smut, because I'm really, really quite pleased with what I've churned out. Hope you guys like it!

I'm also working on an AU fic at the moment. So I appreciate it if you'd check out Swan in the Water - soon to have more drama, more witty one-liners, and more sex.

Swarms of the living dead wandered past airport gates. They sank down in their plastic chairs, and groaned collectively as flights were called 'delayed'. The Florida wind was nearing a storm warning, as planes remained affixed down on the runway. Soon enough, the rain would be approaching and causing an onslaught of heavy downpour.

Randy's 7AM flight had been moved a few times within the space of four hours. Meanwhile, Eva sat beside him and talked about all the things they had in common. Randy was universally hated backstage? So was she. Randy liked to sleep around? So did she. Randy just wanted to get on the flight and sit on his business class seat, far away from Eva's economy seat? It was the last thing on her mind.

At first, Randy didn't mind her company when he saw that she was truly apologetic about the things she said. Maybe they could be friends and become the first members of the 'misunderstood club'. He thought they could have a purely platonic conversation as co-workers, but it didn't last very long. It was like there was a switch that turned on to make her flirt nonstop with him. First, it was the talking, batting the eyelashes, and giggling at his subtle dismissiveness.

By the second hour, she had her hand on his arm and down his thigh. He tried to shift his position and turn away from her, but she had a determination about her and a death grip rivaled only by the most flesh-deprived zombie.

Eva removed her hoodie, leaving her in a low-cut crop top that left little to the imagination. There was no doubt; Randy was a guy's guy. He was susceptible to the sight of a woman's beautiful body, but he could also smell desperation.

Eva practically took half his seat and leaned her head on his shoulder. "What'cha readin'?" Randy turned the iPad away from her line of sight. He was reading, or at least attempting to read, the latest Stephen King thriller. Closing the Kindle app, he resigned to the fact that he wouldn't get the peace and quiet he craved for as long as the fiery redhead was there beside him.

"This is so boring," she groaned. The delayed flight was taking its toll on both of them. Randy just wanted to get out and leave the drama that saturated his week down in Tampa. Eva just wanted Randy to give in already. She leaned into his ear and whispered, "You know, I've always wanted to become a member of the mile-high club…"

The speaker screeched.

"American Air is very sorry for the delay, but we are pleased to tell our passengers that we will be boarding now. Business class and priority boarding members may line up at the gate at this time."

No sigh of relief was louder than Randy's. "Thank god," he muttered as he stood up and deliberately ignored Eva's solicitation. She rolled her eyes when she realized flirting with Randy was an exercise in futility. "Well, it was nice talking to you," he said graciously even though he wasn't totally truthful, "I'll see you around."

Randy walked up to the line and followed as men in suits handed their boarding pass to the flight attendant at the gate. "Boarding pass and ID, sir?" she smiled broadly at him. He passed her the ticket and his driver's license. She blushed as she inspected his identification. "I knew it. You're Randy Orton."

He smiled, "Yup, that's me."

"I'm sorry for holding you up, sir, but my husband is your biggest fan. Would you mind taking a picture with me."

"Yeah, no problem," he said as she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture with the WWE superstar. "Tell your husband I said hi"

"Oh, I will. I just wish he were here to share this moment with me. He's stationed in Afghanistan." she sighed, melancholy forming in her delicate features.

"Tell him that I appreciate the work he's doing for our country," Randy had been in so many Tributes for our Troops over the years that the response almost came out robotic, even though he was genuine.

She nodded and smiled weakly as she let him through.

Randy took a few steps past the gate and stopped in his tracks. That woman was left saddened because she couldn't share that happy moment with her husband. She was the personification of selflessness in love. It all snapped into place.

Randy realized he was being selfish by choosing not to admit his feelings and depriving Brianna of what was rightfully hers. She was brave enough to turn down the sanctuary she and Bryan had built to choose the emotional tornado that came with picking Randy. He had to make things right. He knew right then that he couldn't continue to experience and enjoy life if Brianna wasn't by his side.

Could you feel freedom while restrained in someone's arms?

That's what Brianna felt as she leaned against his chest, her body between his legs, and their eyes watching the stars. He spoke about the Greek mythologies and Roman legends he read while he was on the road. She didn't take him for much of reader, but he was surprising her a lot lately.

Having very few people he could trust, Randy spent most of his time alone with his head between pages and pages of novels. Backstage, they had a lot of cruel things to say about him. The more time she spent with him, the more she began to understand his complexity. The more she wanted to peel the layers and uncover the man with whom she was falling in love.

Randy angled his head to the side and observed Brianna's dancing eyes. She followed the tip of his finger as he traced through the constellation. Pressing a kiss to her temple, he whispered, "I don't want to get up. I could stay like this forever."

"Me neither. I love the feeling of being nuzzled up against your body."

"Like this," he said as he tightened his embrace around her knees.

His strong arms shielded her from the cold draft; the sound of his beating heart against her back gave her a sense of warmth and comfort she hadn't felt in a long time. Brianna leaned her head against his shoulder and twisted to face him. "Kiss me."

Randy pressed his lips on the soft curves of her mouth. He parted his lips slightly to draw in her bottom lip. Sucking lightly, she moaned into the kiss. She placed her hands on his face in a bid to bring him even closer.

Brianna lay down against the dock as Randy hovered above her, deepening the kiss. He rested on his forearms, careful not to place his weight on her body. Brianna wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down despite his fear of crushing her. She didn't care. She just wanted to feel him right then and there. Crashing his lips into hers, the pair fought for control. She swallowed hard and surrendered when his teeth lightly grazed her swollen lips.

Pulling her up against his chest, Brianna straddled his lap. His hands trailed down the nape of her neck down the small of her back as they continued the frenzied kiss. He gasped for air as she pulled away and began to plant feather-light kisses down his jawline.

As the heat traveled down south, he felt himself engorged and strained against the fabric of his sweatpants. Feeling the change of size beneath her, Brianna ground her hips on his erection, eliciting a groan from Randy. The rumble in his throat prompted her to lock her legs around his waist. He held her by her hips and looked straight into her dilated eyes.

His fingers traced the edge of her robe, pulling it down past her collarbone. His teeth sank down on her clavicle as he soothingly bit on her smooth skin. He pushed the negligée just past her shoulder, leaving her in that state of near-undress.

"Fuck," he muttered. There was nothing sexier than silk cascading down Brianna's shoulders. Randy wanted to implant this image into his brain; he wanted to memorize every single detail. The sensation of silk against his skin, her creamy complexion, the way her chest heaved like it was an invitation to discover what lay beneath. Mussing up her dark hair, he kissed her with burning desire.

Hastily, he peeled the silk robe from her body, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lace panties. It was risky doing this outside, steps away from John's house. But it was a risk worth taking.

He took one breast in his mouth and circled the swollen nipple with his tongue. Flicking the bud with his tongue, he used his free hand to knead the other breast. Brianna moaned in pleasure as she felt warmth radiating from her center. Like a line of gasoline from her abdomen to her wet folds, it was like someone had thrown a match and ignited the fire.

He took the nipple between his teeth and sucked just as she gasped. Her body locked up before it could convulse further. She pulled his head up and kissed him deeply, wrapping her arms around his exposed back. Brianna's nails dug into his skin as he pressed her firmer against his ready body.

She needed him. She needed him right now.

Randy could sense her impatience, and although they had done it in bed and in the shower just hours prior, he wanted to make this one extra memorable. He motioned for her to stand; her hips level with his face. Brianna trembled at the thought of what was about to happen.

He swiftly tugged down at her panties, leaving her buck-naked – exposed to the cold air and to his unwavering sight. The moonlight cast a nice glow against each curve and contour of her feminine body. He pressed his nose against her pubic bone, taking in the sweet scent of her womanhood. Brianna moaned in anticipation as she felt the sharp contrast of his warm breath on her clit.

Within seconds, he propped her leg on his shoulder as his tongue darted forward and swirled around the bundle of nerves. She struggled to maintain her equilibrium as Randy's tongue and lips took turns lapping on her throbbing clit. He could sense her sweet juices dripping out of her, so he took his finger and explored her tight, wet cunt. With one arm, bracing to hold her up, he used the other to stroke her until she quivered in ecstasy.

Watching her eyes roll back in her head and her body give into the pleasure, Randy couldn't help but reach into his sweats and stroke his cock. Once Brianna had come down from her high, she tugged on the waistband and brought the fabric down to his ankles. Her glazed eyes blinked at him momentarily, before he could say anything.

His mouth agape as her own took over and sheathed his dick. Brianna circled her tongue around the head before licking down the pulsating nerve of his velvet-like shaft. She cupped his balls as she began to bob her head up and down. Randy took hold of her tresses as she followed the rhythm and brought him closer to the edge. He nearly lost it when she slowed her pace and sank her head deep until he could feel his dick hit the back of her throat. Moaning with his cock in her tiny mouth, Randy released a guttural groan. She hollowed her cheeks and rested her tongue on the slit, tasting and sucking his precum.

Before she could take him to his complete unraveling, Randy pulled out his dick from her mouth. She grinned at him when she saw that her cock sucking skills had made his cheeks burn and his dick even harder.

Randy laid her down on the dock and kissed her hard as he guided his dick at her entrance. He teased her cunt with his own precum, lubing up the already wet, anticipating center. Brianna couldn't wait any longer. She thrust up just as she pulled him down by his ass. They moaned as his first stroke hit her deep.

"You're so fucking tight," his gravely voice called out, pulling back and pushing in deliberately. He quickened his pace as their breaths became shorter and their hearts beat faster. Randy rolled his hips, making sure he stroked Brianna's clitoris in the process. The feeling of Randy inside her and the sensation on the most sensitive part of her body was enough to send her convulsing into another orgasm.

He held her as she trembled. He wanted to give her time to recuperate but he, himself, couldn't help himself when she came and lubricated his cock even more. His eyes rolled back when her walls contracted and relaxed around him. Her inner muscles squeezed around his dick, milking him for all he was worth.

Randy turned Brianna to her side as he spooned her. He pulled out of her before slamming back into her depths. She yelped in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he pounded her from behind. His hands roamed across her torso, fingers stopping at her breasts to tweak her hard nipples.

His skin was raw from rubbing against the wooden dock, but he didn't care. His mind was clouded by the primal indulgence of fucking Brianna. His heartbeat was going faster and faster as his dick thrust deeper and deeper. The fire traveled down from the center of his chest and to his groin as he came; waves of cum shooting inside of her.

Sweat riddled his forehead as his body shook as the last drop of his seed poured out. He kissed Brianna's temple before he collapsed on his back and his glassy eyes looked up at the sky. He pointed to a constellation he hadn't seen earlier, tracing his fingers from star to burning star.

"Andromeda."

Driving down the freeway, his mind clouded with images of Brianna from the past week. Her dark hair spread across his chest in bed. Her body nestled into his, while they looked up at the stars. Her soulful, brown eyes looking at him like she could see exactly what he was thinking and feeling in a moment.

Maybe it was too fast, too soon, too reckless; but if you didn't capture these fleeting moments of clarity then you'd be stuck in those swarms of the dispassionate living dead.

Randy drove up to the hotel and threw the keys at the valet. Running into the lobby and straight for the front desk, he could barely catch a breath when he spoke, "I need Bryan Danielson's room number."

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't give that kind of information."

"I'm his co-worker," he replied hastily.

"I can give his room a call for you, sir."

"That won't be necessary," said a voice from behind. He turned around and met face to face with Bryan. He had his bag wheeled up beside him and no brown-eyed beauty by his side. "I'm guessing you're looking for her."

Randy nodded. He noted Bryan's somber appearance and his dejected stature.

"Well, she's not here."

"Do you know where she went?"

Bryan shrugged and shook his head, "It's good that you smartened up and finally had the balls to go after her and tell her whatever you have to tell her. She deserves that happiness. I don't know if you deserve her though…"

"Look, man, I know you don't like me. I can live with that. But I care deeply about Brianna, and you might not believe me when I say that, but I can prove you wrong."

"I don't care whether you prove me wrong or not, Orton," Bryan crossed his arms over his chest. His shoulders straightened and his head rose up. "Prove it to her. Prove it to Brianna and maybe then I'll think you're deserving of someone like her."

Randy held Bryan's stare.

"You won, Orton"

The reeds swayed violently against the wind. Grey clouds littered the sky, signaling the impending doom and gloom of today's coastal storm. She braced herself and watched as drizzles of rain created ripples on the water. Her bare toes clamped down against the edge of the dock. No matter the strength of the breeze, she seemed to stay on solid ground.

Her mind flipped its pages back to their first night alone together.

Walking outside to the pool, she took a generous swig of the Port. Brianna stood still and let the cool air move through her body. She stood there just waiting for this wave to scoop her up and wash her away. And if it wasn't coming for her, she would just have to keep walking until she found it.

History had a funny way of repeating itself. As the wind picked up, her arms circled around as she struggled to find her balance. She lost her grip and nearly fell into the lake when she felt his strong arms scoop her up. Their bodies fell on the damp wood with a hard thud. She looked into his stormy, silvery blue eyes and saw the worry and concern that was present from their first night alone together.

"I thought you left." Her breath on his skin was a comfortable reminder that she was here, real, and alive in his arms.

"I made a mistake," he stood and picked her up with him. Now, they were standing together against the vicious airstream. "I shouldn't have walked away at the party. I was scared and selfish…" he shook his head. He didn't know where to begin to explain his shortcomings as a man, and as the man who loved her.

She looked up to him with those expressive brown eyes and his heart nearly melted. How could he have been so foolish to let her go?

"Brianna," he began but she placed a finger to his lips.

"Please don't say it just so you can be with me, or so you can make me happy. I don't need to be lied to. I only want to hear it if you mean it."

Randy dipped his head down kissed her soft lips. Pulling away, he opened his eyes and held her face in his hands.

"I love you."

His honesty was in that small smile at the corner of his lips, in the fingers that stroked her hair, and in the light that brought back the blue in his eyes.

"I love you too."

Brianna smiled from ear to ear, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss him. The wind picked up as their kiss deepened. His hands travelled down to the small of her back, pulling her closer. He carried her as her legs wrapped around his waist. The drizzle turned into a downpour.

Brianna pulled away from the kiss and rested her head on his broad chest. She laughed, as their clothes were soaked though they remained fixed in their place. It was the dock behind John's house where she first listened to his heartbeat; and it was this dock where Randy finally found the courage to rescue the woman in chains by opening his heart.