...John was taking his off.
"John! What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled hiding behind the door. He was about to slip his shoes off to take his pants off, but luckily I stopped him before he got that far.
"I'm joining you. This is a perfect opportunity. I'm taking it."
"No you're not!"
"I'll keep my boxers on, okay?" He took his shorts off and got in. I automatically covered his eyes, holding him at arm's length. "Come on. I won't tell anyone! We can keep it to ourselves."
"John, I don't want to."
"Please, just once and I won't bother you about it."
"Randy's in the other room," I pointed out.
"But he's pretty much dead to the world for now. It's the perfect time. And let me see you! That's the reason I came in."
"I don't want you to see me; that's why I'm covering your eyes."
"Evee, please," he coaxed, gently rubbing my arm up and down. "I won't do anything you don't want me to."
"Then get out!"
"Besides that!" He struggled to get my hand off his eyes, but I fought back; ending up in his embrace, my chest against his, his eyes still covered. "Fine I don't have to see, but I can feel..." His hand went down my side.
"Move anymore and I'll kill you," I threatened.
"No you won't," he said, detecting my weak lie and continued to move down slowly, "You love me too much."
It's either uncover his eyes and move his arm before he gets any further – shit too late. I looked up at him, about to bite his head off, but I guess he...I don't know, sensed...where my face was and kissed me. I tried to pull away, but John held me fast.
He must be a fucking hypnotist.
My hand that was covering his eyes slipped down to his shoulder. His hand was still on my butt, drawing me even closer to his body. All the while kissing me. He was nothing like Randy. He was more...nicer and his lips were so soft. He groaned gently before I felt his tongue brush my lip, so, on instinct, I let him in. He tasted like cherry. The hand that wasn't on my butt went up my side, slowly. I pulled away gently and opened my eyes to see John's still closed. I kissed his nose and got out of his grasp. I turned around into the water.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" he asked, taking my waist again and resting his head on my shoulder. I was covering my chest a bit so John couldn't see much. I kissed his cheek and shrugged.
"I guess not, so get out."
John was a good boy and got out, I followed afterwards. Randy was still lying on the couch, but he seemed more relaxed. I sat on the chair nearest to the couch and watched him sleep. He stirred about five minutes into it and his eyes fluttered open. He saw me really close to his face, tongue hanging right in front of him.
"Evee! What the hell?" I threw my head back and laughed hysterically. He groaned and held the ice to his head. I got up and sat down on the couch next to him.
"John left for his match, so I'm watching you. Oh and next time listen to me before you decide to jump." He nodded and made a funny face, which was a face of pain, but still, it was funny.
"I love you Randy. You make me laugh," I said, kissing his forehead. I made another face, where I opened my mouth wide and one eye big.
Randy smiled and made another one, more "hm, told ya so" kind of face.
We both laughed and relaxed a bit before John came in.
"Let me shower and we're off." Randy and I looked at each other and laughed. "What?"
"Nothing, we were just making faces at each other." John raised an eyebrow at me and shook his head, walking into the bathroom. Randy and I continued to make faces.
At that time, John came out of the bathroom and was just watching us. Then he joined in.
That night, I had a good sleep. But I felt Randy get up about five times throughout the night. I was concerned, so when he got up a sixth time, I asked him.
"Randy, is there something wrong?" I asked, sitting up in bed.
"I feel like I'm going to throw up, that's all." He walked into the bathroom, and I followed. He sat on the floor in front of the toilet and crossed his arms.
"Why don't you take some Pepto-Bismol? That works the best." I kneeled behind him and rubbed his back for him.
"That feels good. Wanna massage my head now? I have a huge headache." I smiled and did as he asked. "Mm."
"Better?"
"A little bit. Wanna rub my stomach while you're at it?"
"And kiss your lips because they hurt too?" I asked sarcastically.
"Only if you want to." He smirked. He didn't have a shirt on, so I sat behind him, with either leg on each side, and had him lay against me. As he rested his head on my shoulder, I gently rubbed his stomach. When Randy was half asleep, I stopped and helped Randy to bed. There I rubbed his stomach until I fell asleep.
The next day, I woke up to Randy on my side, John on the other. Randy was softly snoring right in my ear. I turned my head a little so I was looking at him and kissed his bottom lip. I turned to my other side so I was facing John. He was on his back, so I rested my head on his shoulder. I lay like that for a bit then sighed. I felt Randy move a little, then his arm on my waist. Then lips on my shoulder. I giggled into John's shoulder. He took a shuddering breath and moved a little.
"I love you," I whispered, to no one in particular. John moved a bit more and Randy kissed my shoulder again. I tried to bite back a laugh, but it came out as a snort. Then I laughed loudly so that John sat up and Randy turned to his other side.
"That's the third time in two weeks you wake us up laughing," John growled, pulling me into a headlock.
"I'm sorry! I tried not to!" I got out of his headlock and jumped on him, sitting on his stomach.
"Don't sit there. Now I gotta go to the bathroom." He pushed me off and left to the bathroom. Randy finally turned his back to me; only for a quick kiss.
"Morning to you too."
"Thanks for last night. You made me feel better." I smiled and laid down on him. He took my waist and kissed my head.
"You're welcome. You'd do the same for me."
"Aw, how cute."
"John, shove it," Randy said.
"What do you mean shove it?" he asked Randy, then to me, "did he force you on him?" I laughed and got off him and hugged John.
"No. But he was sick last night and I made him feel better."
"How?"
"I...rubbed his stomach?" I said slowly. "And back."
"Oh, so when I'm sick, all you do is tell me to shut up? Great."
"I never told you to shut up!" I playfully pushed John.
"Yeah huh!"
FF to RAW!
The beginning of Raw started with this: .com/watch?v=fEcWHz88c-U
~Later~
"What the hell! Why do the Hardy's have a chance at the titles while we don't? That's so pathetic! We deserved it first!" Randy kept on.
"Rand-" I tried.
"Why don't we get the respect we deserve? Can you tell me Evee? Do you know?"
"I-"
"It's Coach, I know it."
"Randy," I said sharply. That made him shut up. "Now that you shut up, you know, you can just take it from them if they win it. Ask for a match you're comfortable with and have the upper hand. So, quit your whining." What does he do? He complains more. I sighed and stood up near him. I took his shoulders. "Randy-"
"DX has nothing on us either. We could've had them-" I cut him off with a kiss. I pulled away and opened my eyes to see Randy's wide. His shock went away then he pulled me closer to him and kissed me. I pulled away.
"Shut up."
The cameramen left and Randy took my waist again. He laid his lips on mine and continued our little piece of romance. He picked me up and sat down on the couch. I pulled away abruptly and put my hands on his chest to keep him at length.
"Aw, don't stop now." He tried to kiss me again, but I pushed away.
"No, what if someone comes in?"
"They won't," he said, slipping out of my grip and started kissing my neck. His hand went up my skirt and the other was massaging my thigh. I bit my lip, trying to control myself. He went from my neck, to my jaw, then to my lips. He knew he had me. He kissed me roughly and this time, I didn't stop him. A knock at the door made us pull apart.
"Okay, that's good," Adam said as he walked in, "We have to go out soon; the triple tag match is next." Adam walked into the bathroom with his spandex and shirt. Randy put his knee pads on, laced his boots and taped his wrists. Once Adam was out, he did the same. "We'll see you soon, Evee."
"Yep." Before Randy left, he gave me another kiss.
"Good luck Rand."
"You too. We'll be walking around doing a promo, okay?"
"Got cha." He smiled and left. I changed into my attire for the night, which was a two piece outfit with thin chains hanging from them.
I thought it looked sexy. I put my title on my shoulder and went for a walk.
You know who I saw on my walk? DAVE!
"Hey Davey!" I said, coming up next to him. He turned and looked at me, smiling wide.
"Hey Evelyn. How are you?" He asked, pulling me into a hug. I hugged him back, smiling so much my face hurt.
"I'm fabulous. I got a title too!" We both had our titles on. "What are you doing here?"
"We have a special promo tonight; I try to interfere with you and Rated RKO."
"Really? That's cool."
"Yep. What are you doing later tonight?"
"Randy and John wanted to go to the club, so I thought I'd go with them. Are you doing anything?" Dave shrugged and smiled.
"I was hoping to go out to eat with my favorite diva, but I guess that can wait."
"Tomorrow sounds good. Lunch, because Randy has a photo shoot tomorrow."
"I'll take that. Does it matter where we go?"
"I'm easily impressed, so nope, it doesn't matter one bit," I said, smiling. I looked to the side of Dave and saw a techie run faster than any track runner.
"Evelyn! There you are! You're match is in five minutes!" Great. And I'm all the way on the other side of the arena.
"That means I have to go, run down many halls, hope my judgment is better here, and go kick ass. See you around!" I waved and ran as fast as my legs could go. Many twists and turns and I got to the curtain. Melina was there waiting.
"Where were you?"
"Oh, just talking to Dave. He invited me to lunch tomorrow." She nodded and went out when her theme played. When her music stopped, there was a dramatic pause, then my theme hit.
I came out smiling with my title on my shoulder. The crowd was cheering and whistling; it felt good. I walked down the ramp and slid into the ring. I smirked at Melina and went up to the top turnbuckle to hold my title over my head. I jumped down and handed my title to the ref, who showed it to the crowd. He handed it off and rang the bell.