(A/N: Back, and we start out with smut. Two smutty sections since I was late posting. No new chapters tomorrow; my best friend's getting married and I'll be there! We also talk about the letters a little more too)

"What the fuck, Molly?!" she heard the harsh voice say behind her. " .FUCK?!"
She turned. "Taste of your own medicine, perhaps," she said nonchalantly.
He grabbed her face and kissed her hard and fast, pushing her against the wall. "I should fuck you right here and now, you little bitch," he snarled.
"You wouldn't," she challenged.
"What happened to my little mouse," he asked, yanking her pants down her legs and putting her back into the position. "You're defying me."
"Not like you're disliking it," she pointed out, rubbing against him. "I think you like it when I stand up to you…or do you not like hearing what I have to say?"
His lips silenced her. "I love hearing your voice…I love it when you speak out…I just love you, that's it," he muttered quietly. "I love you, my baby girl."
"What did you just say?" she gasped as his lips touched her neck, sucking gently.
"The truth," he pointed out, sliding her panties aside and pushing into her deeply. "Regardless of whether or not you like it, the truth…and why it pisses me off when I see you with another man."
"I didn't sleep with Sheamus," she gasped as he kept pushing into her. "I…wanted to make you jealous. I wanted to see if you cared as much as you seemed to…"
"Molly," he whispered, using his finger to rub her clit. "It worked. I was jealous as fuck last night, baby girl. I shouldn't, but I want you all to myself..."
"I…"
"Say it," he begged.
"I love you," she murmured as she came. "Oh fuck, do I ever love you," she groaned as he kept toying with her clit.
When he came, he pushed her right onto him, as close as he could get her. "I'm gonna fix it, okay? I'm gonna work on being sure we can be together…no more stolen nights and weekends. I want you all the time, baby girl."
"How's that gonna work?"
"I'm not sure yet, but we'll figure something out."
She smiled weakly at him. "Sheamus…offered something. To be an alibi if I ever needed one if someone started asking too many questions."
"You told him?"
Molly nodded. "I can trust him. I know I can."


Two weeks until 'Mania, and the letters kept coming. "Your precious little sister would die if she knew the TRUTH about why you rarely come home!" "You're such a slut, sleeping with a taken man." "Triple H would fire you if he knew the truth." "You're going to make them all hate you, princess." "I hope you burn in HELL for what you're doing." "His woman is going to murder you." "We'll get back at you for this, Molly Grace." "Your family is going to disown you." "All of your friends are going to hate you."
Molly threw the letters across the room, hitting him in the foot. They'd shared a room again, and he was watching her freak out. "What happened, baby girl?" he asked, walking closer to her.
"The damn letters…they keep coming. I find them in my gear back, under the hotel room doors, in the cars…" Tears started springing from her eyes. "I can't do this," she gasped, panic setting in.
"Shh," he urged. "Come here…baby girl, you gotta breathe, okay? Breathe slow…"
"We can't keep doing this! They're going to ruin both of us!"
"Hey," he whispered, kissing her gently. "Shh, baby girl…listen," he started, pulling her away from him just far enough so they could make eye contact. "It's gonna suck if it comes out, but…you know what, you're worth it, okay? Do you think I'm worth it? Do you love me that much?"
She nodded. "You know I do."
He smiled and crushed her to him again. "Call Ric, tell him about the letters."
"Hey kiddo," he smiled as she walked into the restaurant. "What's up?"
"Um," she started as she sat. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure. You okay? Did he hurt you?"
"Oh, no, not at all!" she sighed. "He's…really wonderful to me, Ric."
Ric reached over and gave her hand a squeeze. "I see that."
"I…was wondering if…maybe you told Charlotte and she let it slip to someone."
"I haven't breathed a word to Charlotte…why?"
"I've been getting threatening letters…" she said, putting a couple of them on the table. "Almost blackmail-like…"
"This is a police matter, Molly-bug…this person seems like they're really after you."
"Ric…going to the police means more people knowing…and what if the press get ahold of it?"
"Why're you telling me?"
"He told me to talk to you."
"Probably to calm you down," the older man sighed. "Did you have an anxiety attack on him?"
"Almost."
"Maybe…I mean maybe it's not about him…hadn't Alberto JUST broken up with his wife when you two got together? And Sheamus hasn't been long broken up from Alicia."
She shrugged. "I just want them to stop."
"I know, darlin'."
"I really think it could be AJ…I mean, the thing with Alberto wasn't really a secret, was it?"
"No…and his ex did accuse him of cheating on her with me," she recalled. "And she's been acting a little crushy on Sheamus too…but she acts crushy with everyone."
"We'll pray it's that…does he know about Alberto?"
"Um…no," she confessed, biting her lip.
"Someone's going to if you're not careful."


"Hey, we've got a problem," Sheamus said, pulling her aside. "Someone recorded the two of us in our drunk make-out the only time we actually went out."
She cursed. "I have to tell him now, I suppose."
"He knows; he just cornered me about it. Someone's been showing it off."
Molly bit her lip. "He's gonna be so pissed off."
"Pissed off doesn't even begin to cover it. Yeh want me ta go with you?"
She shook her head. "I've gotta fix this myself."
"If he hurts you, tell me."
She nodded and kissed his cheek. "Thank you." Molly walked to find him, seeing him sitting alone in his locker room, obviously fuming.
"When did you make out with Sheamus?"
"The night I was trying to make you jealous," she confessed. "I…I'm sorry. You said you didn't want to know and I didn't tell you. I was drunk, he was tipsy…"
He got up, staring her down. "Like I said, I don't like other men touching what's mine."
"And I don't like seeing some SLUT touch what's mine, but I can't very well stop that, now can I?" she snapped, turning away and trying to walk out of the room.
"Come 'ere," he said, grabbing her forcefully. "You wanna talk about SLUT, Molly? How about how you acted with Sheamus? Or the time I saw you sucking face with Del Rio? Or hell, the make-out session with Orton in the hallway of the hotel?"
"You know what? If you're just gonna launch accusations at me like this, I'll leave," she snarled, moving out of his grip. "You know I've ALWAYS been faithful to you, and just because you see something where I kissed someone while I was drunk, you want to get butt-hurt. You forget that I'M the OTHER WOMAN, and apparently that's ALL I'll EVER be to you."
"Molly…baby girl wait," he urged, his hands on her shoulders. "Baby girl…please," he kept urging, rubbing her shoulders. It's how he'd always get her to calm down when she was upset. "I'm sorry baby girl. You know I love you, right?"
She nodded, biting her lip. "I do."
The big arms circled her body, pulling her up against his. "We've both been stressed since those stupid letters started up. We need some time to not think about it. How about this: we'll go shopping."
"For what, dare I ask?"
"I was thinking maybe a dress for you to wear to the hall-of-fame ceremony."
"I…"
"What?"
"I had to send close to twelve thousand dollars to Gramma for Lillie-Beth's medical bills from the hospital stay. I…I'm gonna have to wear something old."
He kissed her neck. "Let me buy something for you."
"I can't ask you to…"
"Let me. I saw something when I had to go shopping with her yesterday that I definitely think would look absolutely amazing on your body…let me buy it for you."
"She already saw the money that got let out from you getting the horse…"
"Baby girl, let me worry about her," he sighed, his grip tightening. "I want to do this for you, Molly Grace…I don't get to spoil you as much as I'd like to."
Molly turned in his arms and buried her head in his chest. "I'll have to see it."
"We've got time. Let's go now," he smiled, kissing her forehead.
"You sure we should go together?"
"She's back home; it'll be fine. People in our business go out together all the time, baby girl. Just come with me, see if you like the dress, and try it on for me."
Molly finally relented, letting him take her to his waiting SUV. "So what do we say when people ask why I'm with you?"
"I ran into you and we decided to ride back together instead of you taking a cab."
She nodded. "So she went back home?"
"Yeah. She's probably coming up for 'Mania, but she should be gone the rest of the time."
"So, you can stay with me again tonight?"
He reached over and gave her thigh a squeeze. "Yeah, I can," he said with an easy smile. "I've missed my baby girl something fierce."
"I've missed my man," she whispered, her hand going on top of his.
"Did you just say what I think you just did?"
"Yeah."
When they pulled into the garage, he pulled her over to him, leaning the seat back and making her straddle his lap. "I've been wanting to hear you say that," he muttered, kissing her ferociously as he grabbed her ass hard. "God if we weren't in public I'd fuck you here and now, baby girl."
"Backseat," she whispered, getting off of him and crawling back there. "We can make it quick. I want you. Right now."
He smiled and crawled over to her; the look in his eyes was predatory and sexual, and it turned her on to no end. Grabbing her pants, he nearly ripped them from her body. "These skinny jeans show off your ass so nicely…but I hate it," he confessed, sliding two fingers inside her. "Everyone's staring at my girl and I absolutely hate it, cause that ass is mine."
"Not like I'm sharing it," she gasped, bucking her hips until he stilled her. "What?"
"You're not coming without me," he warned, opening his fly until she moved his hands. "Molly, what're you doing?" he asked.
"Let me finish warming you up," she muttered, rubbing his cock. God, he was so big. She knew he was; but there was something different about holding it in her hands. Soon he was as hard as steel, and hotter than she'd ever felt a man get. "Damn," Molly whispered.
"Lay down and let me in that sweet pussy," he ordered, pushing her backwards. Soon he was thrusting inside her painfully fast, his hands gripping the door handle in front of him. He was almost too big for it to work, but the fact that he'd rented an SUV was helping matters. "Oh fuck, I'm close," he shouted, his pace starting to bruise her. "Come for me," he said, rubbing her clit. Something was so different about his touch this time; it was hot and hurried, and she was near not being able to contain her emotions. She loved him, she loved fucking him, she loved being fucked by him...everything hit her hard and fast, and something built in the back of her throat. It came out as he bit down on her neck as she came, him behind her. "Who'd have thought it'd take car sex for you to scream for me?" he asked with an amused smile. "Is that how I know you're completely comfortable with me now?"
"I don't know what happened…I'm sorry," she muttered, trying to collect herself. "I guess we should go look at that dress, huh?"
"Molly…you okay?" he asked, cupping her face in his hand.
"I'm fine," she lied. "We gotta get going or we're gonna be late getting back."

(A/N: I promise we'll talk about Molly's uneasiness about screaming during sex soon, I'm aware it's weird. In the next few chapters, there will be a few encounters with other superstars that might start giving clues…guesses are still welcome, and free cookies if you get it! Also, anyone interested in a cutesy Ryback fic? I'm kind of working on one when I get writer's block from Molly's saga. Also have the outline for a Stone Cold-OC-Damien Sandow fic as well…partially to beg forgiveness for a later chapter in this one…)