Naked

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Sorry!

Randy Orton was hungry. At four in the morning, he was always like that. Emerging from the hotel room, the large feral rubbed his stomach while anticipating his direction. He was lucky this was one of those five star deals where the kitchen stayed open for their guests. Running a hand through his short hair, the man began to walk the halls when a familiar scent caught his nose. Her perfume always made him smile.

Jordan walked the hall silently, while fiddling with the purse in her hands. She'd forgotten what it was like to go out with Lexa Pierce, but the brunette paired up with Chris Jericho had been too much. They stayed on the floor drinking and dancing. As for her, she spent the evening wondering just why she'd propositioned Edge. Was it to prove Brennan wrong and say she was over him? Or was it just because she could? Either way, the feral saw right threw it, and though his body said differently, the man said no.

She still couldn't believe it. Of course turning down and saying no could be two very different things when in context. His body, his mind- everything had reacted to the woman the way she knew it would. And it took everything in him to keep his hands and his lips off of her. But something wasn't there and they both knew it. He seemed 'occupied' by something else…suddenly it hit her.

That something else was someone else.

"Yo! J." Randy smirked as he walked up. "You just getting here?"

"I've been back for awhile. "Just not tired, yet."

"Come get some dinner with me…"

"Randy, don't you mean breakfast?" The woman smiled.

Orton only threw a tattooed arm around her. "Food is food. You gonna feed the big man or what?"

"Oh, so now I have to pay?"

"Hey, I got the drinks, you get the grub." He grinned.

The woman rolled her eyes as they began to walk. "You're worse than Dave."

"I know, but you love me more."

"Not by much." She joked. But the woman had missed the look on his face. It was the same look she'd gotten every time they talked, or joked around. Blue eyes took her in slowly, navigating just how that black dress fit her so well. The feral cleared his throat to snap himself out of it.

"Weren't you with your friend, tonight?"

"Lexa? Yeah. She's playing pool with Chris and Dave. I bet she's beating them out of their clothes."

"What about Edge? You two seemed pretty close at the club…"

"…Didn't we…" Jordan nearly muttered to herself. "What can I say, it was nothing."

"If you're coming home alone, he's an idiot." Orton said. "See, if you would have gotten with me, we'd be naked and ordering room service right now…" The man growled into her ear before kissing the top of her head. Jordan grinned, not realizing just how serious he was.

"Let's just work on breakfast for now."

"Deal."

"But…" She began. "I do want to shower first- get out of this dress and heels."

"Mine's is free." Orton smirked, causing Jordan to hit him in the arm. "Like that really hurt."

"Randy…"

"Okay, okay. We'll hit your room first, then go."

The two had taken only a few steps before catching sight of the elemental. Brennan seemed preoccupied as he strolled the halls, his hands pushed heavily into the pockets of his sweatshirt. Jordan knew he was out looking for Shalimar yet again. Randy could only keep an arm around her. "What do you what to do?"

"Let's go talk to him."

Heat could be so powerful. It was the one thing that not only laced feral nature but both human and animal desire alike. The energy permeated, resonating in every aspect of the environment. From the dim lights to the deep covers, warmth was as rich as the tans and gold's of the room and their skin.

Shalimar sat back, having forgotten any sense of time. Weakly, the woman raked both hands through her hair, sending reckless blonde highlights back behind her shoulders. Her eyes burned gold, and air slipped desperately in and out of her lips. This 'experience' had her senses on overload, making the woman susceptible to anything he did. Which is why the low chuckle brought her back to the moment.

Hunter lay below her, stroking the hips that straddled his waist. The man's eyes burned as well, causing him to sit up. Thick arms wrapped the woman before her head hit his shoulders; his fingers began to stroke her back. "You still with me?" He asked softly, while bringing the sheets around them.

"….Yeah." She answered honestly. The truth was that she'd begged for the moment, wanting to drown in anything not reminding her of recent heartache. Her fingers teased his shoulders, making out the faint scratches they'd drawn in his back. "…. I think I'm hungry now…"

"Really…" He laughed. "What? I wasn't enough?"

"Yes…but I mean I'm hungry for food. Where's that room service you promised me?"

The large man leaned in, kissing her slowly. "…I just gave you that…"

"Funny, Hunter."

"…But you're right. It should have bee here hours ago. They must be short-handed tonight."

"Or…" The woman groaned as he lay back, before pulling her down. "They heard how much noise we were making and didn't bother interrupting…"

"Smart move… I'll call down, and get 'em back up here." A knock at the door had the man rolling his eyes. "Speak of the devil…" Hunter got up, and pulled on his pants before answering the door. The smell of food drifted in, teasing Shalimar's nose. Soon she was on her feet with the sheet around her.

"…That smells so good…" She began, not realizing Triple H had just missed blocking her path to the door. The woman looked, from the cart and froze.

"Brennan!"