AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey , so this chapter is interesting (in my opinion) , but I hope I wrote it out well enough ! Lately I've felt on-edge while writing this story , since it seems to be the most popular . I wish I had as much luck writing this as I do with 'Fighting Fate' , that story is writing itself ! Ohwell , I enjoy this story , and the difficulty of conveying what is going on in the story is a fun challenge for me . I hope you guys enjoy this , and I loved Xandman216 and RKOsgirl92's reviews [x THANK YOU BOTH , you are amazing ! And I know I promised a good long update SOON , but right now isn't soon [x Just be patient , please ! Anyways , onward to the story !
Chapter 15: Oh Hot Damn !
It had been two days since the incident between John and Mickie, and the tension was heavy in the air. Melena was still friends with Mickie, and they had talked about what had happened.
John, on the other hand, felt horrible about what he had said, and wanted nothing more than to be with Mickie again, but his nerves kept stopping him from saying anything. Randy tried to give John courage, but it didn't help.
Randy and Melena sat in the hotel room Saturday night, relaxing on the bed and laughing as they watched 'Meet the Fockers' together.
"If I ever have a kid, I'm naming them Ivanna Focker Orton." Melena joked as she watched the movie. She snuggled into Randy, and didn't notice the look of surprise on his face. He smiled as he realized what last name she had picked... Orton. He imagined the name 'Melena Orton', and couldn't help the grin that spread over his face. He played with Melena's hair, which Mickie had curled for her earlier in the day.
"I will not let any child be named Ivanna Focker. Especially my child." He leaned down to whisper in her ear, sending chills down her spine.
"Well, why not?" Melena spoke quietly, focusing on Randy's steady heartbeat as she leaned her head on his chest, not wanting to look into his eyes for fear of hyperventilating.
"Because, then I'd have to break every guys face when they said her full name." He smirked as he listened to Melena's laugh.
"Fine, then what will you name your child?"
"Well it depends."
"On?"
"What gender?"
"Both."
"Well, for a boy, I'd pick Christienne. And for a girl I'd pick... Heidi."
"Why those names?" Melena smiled as she thought of those names.
"Well, Christienne's name is simple. He's going to be 'christening' a lot of girls when he's older, because he's going to be our son." Randy smirked as Melena laughed. What he didn't realize was Melena's heartbeat had picked up at the mention of the word 'our'. Could we ever do it? Could we have a child, and love them as a family? Melena thought to herself.
"And Heidi?" Melena asked, trying to cover up her thoughts.
"It fits my last name. And plus, your name is out of the option, since we don't want two 'Lena's." He kissed the top of Melena's head, and she nodded, smiling as she thought of the names. "What about you?"
"Huh?"
"What names do you like?"
"Hmm..." Melena thought before answering. "Well, I like the name Christienne, but he will not be christening any girls until he's married. That's final. And for a girl, the name Jacqueline, Jacki for short, is preferable." Mustering up the strength, Melena looked into Randy's eyes. His eyes locked with hers, blue on green, as Melena saw the raw passion in his gaze. Slowly, Randy moved his hands, one cupping her cheek, and the other resting at the small of her back.
Movie forgotten, Randy pulled Melena onto his lap gently, remembering her ribs, leaning against the headboard as he stared at her. Melena blushed as he raised an eyebrow, smirking. He leaned forward, lips at her neck.
"I am the luckiest man in the world right now," Randy whispered huskily against her throat as Melena let out a soft moan.
"Why is that?" Melena breathed through the haze that was washing over her. Randy kissed his way up Melena's jaw, then her temple. He planted a kiss on her forehead and her nose, and leaned back a few inches, staring into her eyes.
"Because I have the most beautiful, smart, sexy girl here next to me, and she's all mine, and I love her." Randy leaned forward planting a soft kiss on Melena's lips. Melena let out another moan, and Randy lost it.
He kissed Melena passionately, molding his mouth to hers, putting all his emotion, passion, and pent up energy into the kiss. He gently traced Melena's lip, and she opened her mouth, letting Randy explore her. He tasted her sweetness, and felt his manhood stand at attention as Melena raked her fingers up and down Randy's back, over his thin shirt.
Needing air, the pair pulled away. Randy growled, pulling his shirt off. Melena bit her bottom lip as she saw his muscles rippling, a delicious warmth exuding from his body.
"I want you," Randy murmured into her ear, nipping gently. He felt Melena's hands cup his face gently, and looked into her eyes.
"Then take me," Melena whispered breathlessly. Randy's eyes widened, and Melena kissed him on the lips gently, pulling back to look into his eyes. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her head. What if he doesn't want me that way? Melena's eyes burned as she pulled back, feeling stupid. Randy felt her pull back, and grabbed her wrists, pulling her to him.
"What's wrong, Lena?" He asked soothingly, his face showing his confusion. He didn't get why she had suddenly become so upset. Maybe she doesn't want me the way I want her. Randy's stomach twisted sickeningly at the thought, but he hid it. Melena buried her head into Randy's chest, and he stroked her back soothingly, kissing the top of her head.
"Randy, do you want me? Do you honestly want me the way I want you?" Melena pulled herself back to look into Randy's face, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "If you don't, then I wont mind. It would make sense for you to not want me in that-"
Randy cut Melena off with a searing kiss, leaving her speechless as he put an end to her silly notions. Pulling back, Randy nuzzled her neck, holding her close. "Melena Nunez, I love you, and you would have to kill me before I could stop loving you." He stared at Melena now, waiting for her reaction. She smiled, a tear running down her face. Randy kissed it away softly, and Melena leaned forward, running her lips along Randy's ear.
"I want you, too, Randy," She whispered. She felt him tense up, and she wrapped her legs around Randy's waist, putting herself fully into Randy's lap. She gasped as she felt Randy's blooming little friend in his shorts, and felt Randy's rumbling laugh in his chest.
"I think you know how much I want you..." Randy trailed off, kissing Melena once again, never being able to get enough of her taste, one hand tangling in her long, curled locks of black hair, and the other pulling her closer to him by the small of her back.
John sat in the lobby of the hotel, not wanting to spend another night alone in his hotel room. He wished that he had Mickie with him. He had tried apologizing, and winced as he remembered how it had gone down.
"Mickie, please! I didn't mean it!" John grabbed Mickie's hand, making her turn to him. Her eyes were full of hurt, and she shook her head.
"You can't make jokes like those. I know you don't understand why, but maybe soon-"
"Oh Mickie, you're pathetic. John, I wouldnt hang around with her if I were you." Candice's face was contorted in disgust. John turned to Candice, pissed.
"Candice, the only thing here that's pathetic is you and those two plastic balloons that you show off with those tiny rags of clothes." Candice's jaw dropped n shock, and her face darkened.
"I see how it is, John. Oh, by the ways, Torrie says that the text message that you sent her was convincing and she's willing to have a session for free." Candice winked before glaring at Mickie and stalking away. She smirked to herself, knowing that there was no text, just wanting to infuriate Mickie. To bad for John, this fueled Mickie greatly.
"What text, John?" Mickie's voice was dangerously low, and John shook his head.
"I don't know what the hell she's-" John held his cheek, shocked my Mickie's harsh slap. She glared at him.
"Tell me the truth." Mickie's voice was quavering as she tried not to cry. John looked at her pleadingly.
"I'm telling you the truth, Micks! There was no text!" He watched her, heart breaking as she shook her head.
"I don't know what I ever saw in you." She turned, starting to walk away, but getting caught by John.
"Micks, please..." John trailed off, his voice breaking.
"John, leave me alone. And don't call me that." Mickie jerked her hand free, walking away quickly before John tried to stop her again.
"Mickie, please. It's not true!" John called out to her broken-heartedly, tears streaming down his face as he dropped to his knees, everything crashing down around him.
"Fuck," John grumbled to himself, getting up and leaving the lobby. He went straight to the hotel bar, downing Jack Daniels. After an hour of nonstop drinks, he felt a hand grasp his arm.
"Mickie?" John turned drunkenly, and sighed as he saw Torrie instead, her blonde hair cascading down her back as she clung to John's arm with her rail-thin hand.
"John, forget Mickie. Come with me, sweetie." Torrie spoke seductively, leaning into his ear. John was drunk beyond belief, his vision swimming. He reluctantly let himself get led to Torrie's hotel room. They went inside, and John looked around.
"Where are we?" John's words slurred, and he felt a pair of hands massage his neck, slipping his shirt off.
"Don't worry, baby. Torrie will make you feel better." She kissed him on the neck, and John, too drunk to realize what was happening, let her go on.
Little did he know that Mickie was going into the bar to talk to him, but she had seen him enter Torrie's hotel room. Heartbroken, Mickie went back to Trish's room, where she had been rooming for the past few days, feeling her tears run down her cheeks.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: VERYYY short , I know ! But I didn't want to ruin this [x The next chapter continues what was going on with Randy and Melena *wink wink* [; What do you think will happen ? Will Melena give up her virginity ? Will she stop him ? I guess you'll have to wait to find out ;D