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Summary: After his loss against John Cena, Shawn Michaels is left and beaten and broken man. Can a new woman in his life bring him back to the place he once was?
Authors Notes: I am in the process of uploading all of my fictions to my new website, so should fan fiction be a pain, I can still get them out to you the fans. So in the coming weeks ( yes it will take that long to upload all of my stories) just bare with me and what might be sporadic updating. Thank you all for the reviews on the last chapter and I hope I deliver what it is you are wanting this time around.
"Just what would I have to do to make him the man you think he is destined to be Hunter?" Ashley asked tepidly. She had already made up her mind to play whatever game Shawn was playing or she thought he was playing, so this really was no different. She would agree but she needed to know the score up front.
Hunter laughed and stalked around the room, making his way to the bed and flinging himself with a tremendous thud down on it. "What is with you women and thinking that there is a side bar going on that you aren't apart of? You don't have to do anything other then be around him which is easy because you two work together. Look Ashley, I don't know you well, and I admit, I judge a lot of the people around me on how they act, so I may have misjudged you. My friend happens to be completely and utterly smitten with you, so in turn, I am going out on a limb for the both of you. So all I want from you is to be yourself."
Ashley thought about what he had just said and she was more then a little shocked that Hunter had admitted he may have been wrong about her to begin with. Sure she did the magazine that everyone seemed to judge, but she did it for the money and nothing more. At the very least she was happy that finally people were going to take her seriously.
"I can do that, but what exactly do you have in mind? I mean didn't you tell me that he told you leave it be?"
Hunter smiled and pulled Ashley down so she was sitting on the bed directly in front of him. "First off princess, if we are going to make this work, you have to know that when it comes to my family, I never give up on anything and Shawn is family to me. So secondly, I need you to give me your cell number."
She grabbed the pad by the phone and scribbled out her number immediately passing it over to Hunter who put it in his pocket without a second glance. He turned back to her and pulled her off the bed with him to a standing position. He let go of her hand and walked towards the door, turning around for one more comment before leaving.
"Keep the next few nights open. Shawn and I go drinking with every town the WWE goes to. I want to be able to set something up with you, but should I call when you are working with Shawn just let it go to voice mail and check it the minute you get away from him. He is not to know that I am on the other end."
She nodded and watched him leave the room, the door lightly slamming behind him. Once she was sure he was gone and not going to make a comeback, she threw herself flat on the bed. She felt as if a weight had been lifted off of her now that she had an ally in Hunter and she only hoped that whatever he had in mind for his best friend truly worked out the way he hoped and didn't cause more pain then happiness.
Picking up the hotel phone she dialed her friends room and waited while it rang. If there was anything that she had to do between this meeting and the next with Hunter, it was shopping and no one was better at that then Maria.
He stepped from the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist tightly, to make sure it didn't drop and made his way over to where his ring attire was situated. Grabbing his brush from the top shelf he ran it through his hair until he could no longer feel the tangles and threw it back.
He heard the door open then and expecting it to be one of the other guys he had been sharing a locker room with, he started to undo the towel to get his in ring pants on. It was no secret in the business that all of the men had to wear a cup to protect their business, and Shawn was no different. All of the men in the locker room were no longer shy about changing around the other, and when the person cleared their throat, Shawn immediately flipped around, a stunned look coming across his face.
"What are you doing in here?" he said, pulling the towel to him as tight as he could, wishing himself to wake up from this dream he was so obviously in. When no solace came, he waited for her answer.
"Shawn, you think you can kiss me and then walk away as if you hadn't done it? What kind of game do you think you are playing?" she whispered, as she made her way closer to him, causing the blond hairs on his body to almost stand on end.
"It was no game, I meant what I said, we can't be anything more then we are."
She was so close to him now that he could feel her breath on his skin, sending shivers throughout it as she did. She knew she was having this affect on him and if he actually allowed himself to think about it, he was sure she was getting what she wanted. She moved in even closer until her lips were just mere inches from his and she spoke again.
"And just what are we Shawn?"
He willed the words to come as her hot breath pushed onto his face but he couldn't allow anything else to speak other then the way his body was responding to her now. He couldn't be any harder if he tried and while he was used to the feeling, he had had it a lot in his 41 years, he couldn't get over the affect that this young woman was having on him now.
After hearing the sound of his heart crash against his chest for the hundredth time, he could no longer handle her being so close, and he willed his brain to work and push her away. But as he reached and grabbed her hands, she immediately pushed her body against his, her lips landing hard and wet on top of his and all rational thought went out the window.
He immediately pushed her back up against the wall of the locker room and thrust his tongue inside her mouth, wanting to feel every inch of her body as he did. He let his hands stroke every curve on her body as she threw her legs around his waist.
He felt like his entire body was on fire, ready to explode, so he immediately sent his fingers to find her blouse, which was already partly undone from the pressure of their chests crashing against each other in pure animalistic heat.
He started to undo the buttons as she went for the towel, knowing that the only thing separating her from his crotch was the thing piece of fabric. The towel fell down almost the minute she touched it, and he moaned in pleasure as she ran her fingers across his bulging package. He ripped the rest of her buttons off, and slowly pushed down her skirt before hoisting her up in the hair and bringing her lightly down to the floor.
He was boiling over with need as he laid her down, and she moaned, begging him in a heated whisper to make love to her. Wrapping his arms around her body gently, he went to enter her moistness then, just as the bell sounded, bringing him back to reality.
He awoke with a start, a by now cold sweat broken out all over his body. He sat up in the bed and looked around, almost positive he would find her there and finishing what they had started in the locker room area. When he saw no sign of her he threw himself back on the bed and put his hands to his head, trying to figure out what was happening to him.
"Thats it, I can't do this anymore, I think I am losing my mind."
Jumping out of the bed and throwing on a pair of pants, he immediately headed out the door and down the hall to where his buddy was staying. If there was anyone that could fix all of this for him and get Ashley out of his mind, it was Hunter. He had better damn sure stop this storyline or he was going to find himself less one friend if he didn't.
