Chapter 37: Movie Blues
Amanda's POV; Sometime after the Nov. 3 Raw
"Randy . . . Stop it . . ." I mumble with a scowl on my face as I felt his lips coasting along my neck. "Stop with the early morning kisses Mr. You and I both know very well that I don't like to be disturbed when I'm trying to sleep, so can you please stop with your antics."
"But you're not asleep if you're answering me . . ." he tells me with that deep chuckle of his as I now feel his lips on my cheek. "So technically, you're awake right now."
"Yeah, but I want to go back to sleep right now because I'm not done sleeping yet," I argue with him as I slide myself away from him, but Randy just wraps his arm around me, just below my baby bump, to pull me back to his chest instead. "You're not going to stop till I wake up and acknowledge you aren't you."
"That's right baby . . ." he tells me with another chuckle as I feel him snuggle up behind me. "Today's the first day I start filming my new movie, and I want you to be awake for every second of it."
"Uh . . . what's the name of the movie you're starring in again?" I ask; just to feed his ego a bit as I tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge an inch. . . Damn, this man is stubborn.
"It's called 'The Condemned 2', which is also being filmed in New Mexico, if you don't mind me adding," he tells me confidently as he pecks my shoulder and neck with kisses again. "The director is supposed to be Roel Reiné. I worked with him on '12 Rounds 2: Reloaded' remember a few years back?"
". . . 12 Rounds, 12 Rounds . . . Oh . . . didn't John star in the series' first movie years back?" I ask with a chuckle as I felt Randy's hand on my shoulder. "In my opinion, you were good in your '12 Rounds' movie, but no sequel can beat the original."
"Yeah . . . he did . . . but that's not my point. And thank you for telling me that . . . I always wanted to hear your opinion on mine and John's '12 Rounds' movies. Hell, I thought you didn't even watch those movies . . . Guess I was wrong," he tells me in disapproval as I let a small smirk grace my face. "Anyway . . . In the movie, I'm going to be playing a former bounty hunter on the run as part of a new Condemned tournament. Aren't you excited for me?"
"I will be . . . once I finally finish my sleep," I tell him as I wrapped my pillow around my head. "Now, stop disturbing the mother of your twins. This snake here needs her beauty rest."
"You're so cranky in the morning . . ." I hear him say to me as I feel him gently pick me up in his arms. "How do I put up with you?"
"I ask myself that question practically every day . . ." I tell him with sarcasm laced in my tone as I felt his fingertips skim across my forehead, most likely him trying to push my hair away from my face. "Now what are you trying to do?"
"Oh . . . just this," he tells me with a smirk as I felt his breath hit my face before his lips met mine for a quick kiss, but I wasn't going to let him win and wake me up . . . So I bit him, right on his bottom lip. I sunk my fang deep into his bottom lip, small trickle of blood coming out the wound and into my mouth as a result as I let a smirk spread across my face. Randy soon retaliates . . . by slapping me right across the butt.
"Now . . . is that anyway to treat the mother of your twins?" I ask with a small pout as I bring a hand to the spot where Randy slapped me after I released his lip.
"That depends . . . is it fair to bite your soul mate's lip, just before he has to start filming his movie in a few hours, just because you didn't like the fact that he was just trying to wake you up in the morning so that you wouldn't miss a single second of filming and him doing his thing?"
"Since you started it, I had to retaliate," is all I say for an answer as I finally open my eyes for the first time this morning. "All's fair in love and war babe."
"Well, one thing's for sure . . . I definitely won this round of the war, because you finally opened up your eyes." he tells me with that superior smirk of his, which was still marred due to the bloody lip I gave him.
"Oh bite me . . ." is all I say as I crawl out of bed. The sound of sheets rustling and the bed creaking seconds later alerts me to the fact that Randy had left the bed as well. It only took him three seconds to come up behind me and have his arms wrapped around my waist. ". . . I didn't literally mean it."
"Aw . . . I was hoping you were . . ." he tells me sadly as he starts to peck me on my neck once again. ". . . I am a little famished actually."
"Then go drink one of the blood bags that are lying in the cooler. We got a new stash of them just before we left the last city," I tell him as I try to nudge him off, but yet again he doesn't budge. "Hmm . . . maybe the Curb Stomps Seth dealt you back on Raw really did do a number on your head."
"What . . . ? Like Seth's stomps could actually hurt me," he tells me with a chuckle as he pecks my forehead. "He's going to have to do a lot more than that to put me down."
"Well . . . he did do enough to make you bleed from the head and make you so dazed and disoriented that you had to be stretchered out of the arena. . ." I argue with a smirk as I turn around in his grip. ". . . How would you argue that, Mr. Viper?"
"Uh . . . I'll get back to you on that . . ." he tells me quickly as he tries to steer the conversation away from the topic. "Let's move on to something else shall we?"
"Like what?" I ask with a curious edge to my voice as I feel Randy's hands slide along the sides of my waist toward my baby bump.
"Well . . . let's talk about the fact that in less than a month most likely, you'll no longer be pregnant." he tells me with a grin as his hands rest along the top of my bump. "Soon, this big bump of yours is going to be gone and we'll have two little girls running around here like no one's business. Our little Dani and Gabi . . ."
"Yeah . . . our little Dani and Gabi . . ." I say as I look down at my bump . . . and that's when realization dawns on me. ". . .. You overheard my conversation with Alanna back at your grandparents' ranch house didn't you?"
"I didn't hear all of it. Nate and I got back in time just to hear the last part of it . . ." Randy tells me with a smile that showcases all his teeth. "I actually like the idea of naming our girls Daniela and Gabriella . . . They're easy to remember and Dani and Gabi sounds like a nice tag team name if you ask me."
"Already thinking about the future huh?" I ask with a shake of my head.
"Yep . . . and speaking about the future . . ." Randy says as his smile turns mischievous. "Babe . . . you are going to breastfeed the girls after they're born right?"
"Yeah . . . That's usually the normal thing for mothers to do . . ." I tell him bluntly as I raise an eyebrow. "Why do you ask that particular question babe?"
"Well . . . have you heard about this strange concept that a woman's breasts naturally get larger when they breastfeed their babies in the first few months after birth?" he asks me as he brings a hand to my cheek, and that's when I bring a hand to his lips to stop him from speaking any further. "Is it something I said?" he asks, but it's muffled due to my hand acting as a barrier.
"You don't need to say anymore . . ." I tell him as I break out of his grip to take a seat on the bed. "You're only bringing this up because you know that once I start breastfeeding, my boobs will probably get larger, and for you, that means you have more of my chest to enjoy when we have sex again right?"
"Oh . . . I see you've seen right through me. I guess I was a bit too forward huh?" he says with a chuckle as he sits down next to me.
"Well . . . it wasn't that hard to figure out . . ." I say with a chuckle as I looked down at my chest. "Now that I think about it. . . If my boobs do get bigger, I'm going to have to buy some bigger bras."
"If you're going to go bra shopping, can I come with you?" he asks me with a giddy looking smirk as I lay back onto the bed.
"Uh . . . no," I say with a smirk as Randy begins to hover on top of me. "I'm going to leave that as a surprise for you."
"Hmm . . . fair enough . . ." he tells me with a smirk as he leans down; his eyes focused on my lips. "You owe me an apology for my bloody lip."
"What bloody lip?" I ask with a smirk as I looked at the completely healed lip. "I don't see any bloody lip?"
"Don't play dumb with me baby . . ." he tells me as he shakes his head. "Healed lip or bloody lip; you still owe me an apology."
"And how would you like that apology?" I ask with a smirk as I flip us over so that I was on top of him straddling his waist. "Would you just like 'I'm sorry.' or should I make apology waffles or something?"
"How about a pre movie shoot make out session hmm?" he suggest as he sits up so that we were at eye level. He pushes us back along the mattress until his back rested on the bed frame, a smile tugging on his lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Hmm . . . that sounds doable . . ." I concede with a grin as I lean in a little closer to his face. Randy closes the distance between us, his lips latching on to my own as I let my hands rest on the side of his face. It wasn't long before our tongues were dancing against each other for dominance, and soon enough, I ended up being the winner this time around. I let my hands travel down Randy's neck across his muscular shoulders, and down his arms, stopping them when they had reached his wrists. I let a smirk come across my face as I move Randy's hands away from my hips and pin them above his head. . . I was going to make sure that Mr. Viper wouldn't be the dominant one this time around.
"Huh . . . I should have expected this from you . . ." Randy tells me with a stoic expression on his face as he breaks our kiss to look up at his pinned hands.
"Now don't give me that look . . ." I say with a disapproving nod of my head. "We both know that you like it when I start dominating over you. . . You've been very receptive of it in the past if I remember correctly . . ."
"You must be imagining things . . ." he tells me quickly as he tries to brush it off.
"Ah . . . such a prideful man you are Randy . . ." I say wisely as I feel something under me that wasn't really there at first. "You're friend down there is telling you otherwise."
"My friend's betraying me . . ." he tells me quickly, his face instantly going into that stoic mask of his. "He's no longer my friend."
"Oh . . .? So he won't speak for the both of you if I do this right?" I ask as I begin to grind my lower half against his. Randy's stoic mask begins to crumble as he winces, his face showing how much pleasure he was feeling from just this one simple action I was doing to him. "That face tells me otherwise Mr. You like it. . . No, you love it when I'm the dominant one in bed."
"Damn my weak sense of self-control . . . All you have to do is grind yourself against my crotch to get me hard," I hear him grumble under his breath as the bus suddenly comes to a stop. "Crap . . . we're already here."
"I guess we'll have to continue this later . . ." I say with a smirk as I kiss him before getting off him and the bed. I quickly change into a black shirt and long blue skirt before leaving the room to see Hal getting out of the driver's seat; a grimace coming over his face as he stretches out his aching arm and legs. "Where are we Hal?"
"I'm parked by the hotel that's the home base for the cast and crew of the movie Randy's starring in," Hal tells me as he cracks his knuckles. "Where is Mr. Movie Star anyway?"
"Probably in our bedroom relieving himself or something . . ." I tell him with a shrug as I look out to see the landscape of New Mexico all around us.
"I heard that!" I hear Randy call from behind me as he emerges from the room dressed in a shirt and a pair of jeans. "And I wasn't reliving myself alright? Let's get that one thing straight okay?"
"Fine . . . whatever you say," I say with a small shrug as I walk over to the freezer and pluck out one of the blood bags that were lying on one of the shelves. "So . . . are we going to stay here on our bus or are we going to check in to the hotel Mr. Movie Star?"
"We'll check into the hotel a little later . . . I just now realized that I have to meet with the director and some of the producers today before we start filming tonight," said Randy as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "What time is it?"
"Its 9:50 . . ." Hal answers him as he checks his watch. "What time's your meeting?"
"Ten . . ." Randy tells him quickly as he runs back to our room, running back seconds later with a pair of sandals in hand. "I guess I'll be having a late breakfast today after all. I'll see you guys later then."
"Have fun!" I say with a smirk before biting into my blood bag. He shoots me a quick smile before dashing out the bus, and Hal and I watch him as he jogs to the hotel entrance and disappears inside.
"Uh . . . when do you think he'll notice that his fly was down?" asks Hal as he turns to me with a smirk on his face.
"Eh . . . he'll figure it out eventually." I say as I lift my head from my blood bag, a smirk playing on my lips as I went back to feeding for three.
Normal POV; an hour and a half later
"So . . . how did your meeting go?" asked Amanda as she and her serpentine beau entered the hotel elevator after checking in. "I'm guessing it was a pretty boring affair huh?"
"Uh . . . yeah . . ." Randy answered her absentmindedly as he pressed the button for the hotel's top floor. ". . . You can say that."
"Okay . . . either you didn't pay attention in your meeting at all, or you're thinking about something that you don't really want me to know right now," said the Anaconda as she crossed her arms. "Okay . . . spill it. What's wrong?"
"I would prefer if we talk about this once we get to our room . . ." Randy told her quickly as the elevator started to take them upward, his voice sounding frustrated as he brought a hand to his chin.
"Is it that bad?" asked Amanda as she raised an eyebrow.
"Trust me . . . it's bad," mumbled Randy as he crossed his arms. "Can you just leave it alone for a minute . . . I just need to think this over. I'll tell you what happened during the meeting once we get to our room okay?
"Fine . . . but you better tell me once we get there." Amanda mumbled under her breath as the elevator reached their floor. The snake couple exited the elevator and walked down the hall toward their room, which was the last door on their left. Once Randy unlocked the door with the key card, they slipped inside their expansive suite and made their way to the bedroom. And that was when the Viper started to pace around the room with a stern look on his face.
"Okay . . . now spill it," said Amanda as she sat down on their king sized bed. "What's the problem? What's got you so on edge Mr.? What did you talk about during your meeting with the director and the producers?"
"Oh . . . for a while, I thought the meeting was just going to talk about the ordinary stuff that a movie entails. Scenes . . . editing . . . craft services in between filming scenes . . ." explained the Viper as he continued to pace around like a caged animal. "Turns out we may see some unexpected guests in the next few days while we're filming."
"Unexpected guests?" asked Amanda with an eyebrow raised. "What kind of 'unexpected guests' are we talking about? Sandstorms . . . Rain?"
"How about hunters?" asked Randy as he finally stopped pacing to look Amanda in the eye. "Supernatural hunters to be exact."
"They're coming here?" Amanda asked in a steady voice as she weaved her fingers together.
"They're supposed to be arriving in this area soon," Randy told her as he walked over to the bed and sat down right next to her. "Apparently, from the info that was gathered so far, the hunters are coming to this area to investigate a report on a hive of demons settling in this area. . . . Once they're through with them, who knows how long till they find out about this movie and the supernatural beings working on it."
"So . . . what are the heads of the movie going to do about it?" asked Amanda as she turned to a stressed out looking Viper. "Hire more security as a precaution?"
"Well yeah . . . that's a start," said Randy as he leaned his head onto her shoulder. "They're going to have plain clothed security on set, as well as having some go undercover as extras or backstage help or something . . . Just in case one of those hunters tries to sneak in undercover themselves."
"Do you even know which hunter guild they're from?" asked Amanda as she looked down at the frustrated Viper.
"Oh . . . I know where they're from . . ." mumbled Randy as he wrapped his arm around his mate, more so to comfort himself than to comfort her. "They're from the largest hunting guild in the States . . ."
"The same ones that destroyed your grandparents' ranch house?" asked Amanda as she raised an eyebrow, already guessing in her head what Randy's answer was going to be.
"The same ones, with their signature insignia on their necks and everything," mumbled Randy as he pinched the bridge of his nose. ". . . This is going to be a long movie shoot."
"Alright . . . all we have to do is just watch out for guys with the insignia of a sword crisscrossed by two daggers tattooed on their necks," said Amanda as she shrugged her shoulders. "If we spot one, act as human as possible, or run as fast as you can without the hunter noticing you."
"Hmm . . . except there's one little problem with your plan babe," said Randy as he nuzzled her neck. "You won't need to do that because you're not leaving this hotel."
"Wait what?" Amanda asked him bluntly as she narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm not leaving this hotel? What are you getting at Randy . . . ? Explain yourself Mr. Viper."
"Despite the hunter threat that's coming soon, the movie is going to continue as scheduled . . ." explained Randy as he looked into her eyes. "While I'm out filming my movie, you'll be spending your time here at the hotel."
"No fair . . .!" cried Amanda as she crossed her arms at him, her eyes practically narrowing themselves into slits. "You get to have fun filming your movie while I'm stuck here in this hotel like a prisoner?"
"It's only as a precaution babe . . ." said Randy as he continued to his explain his reasoning. "You've just passed the eight months pregnant mark babe. . . . You're this close to giving birth. I don't want to risk your safety when there's such a huge threat coming our way . . . I don't want to risk you or the girls. You understand that don't you babe?"
"Of course I do . . . but I don't want to be locked up in my room in order to stay safe you know." argued Amanda as she turned away from him with a small scowl on her face.
"I know you don't . . . And besides, I never said you were going to be locked up in this room for your safety," said Randy as a knowing smirk came across his face. "I said you were going to be staying in the hotel while I'm out filming my movie. In other words, you get to move around in this huge hotel, except for the outdoor pool because even that's too much of a risk. . . You're not stepping off the hotel premises, you got me?"
"What about if I need to get something from our bus?" asked Amanda as she turned to her beau with an eyebrow raised.
"Then call up Hal and ask him to bring the object you want to you." Randy told her with a smirk as he pecked her cheek.
"What if I really want to go out for a swim in the outdoor pool?" asked Amanda as she screwed her mouth to the side.
"Then wait for me to come back from filming to go cause I'm not letting you go out there alone so that you may get spotted by a hunter . . . Or you can just wait until I have a day off," said Randy as he thought about it. "Other than that, the indoor pool is a nice alternative."
"How would you even know if I leave the hotel . . . ?" asked Amanda as she raised an eyebrow. "You wouldn't notice when I'll be gone or not since you will be so busy at work out there."
"Don't worry . . . I'll know," said Randy as he showed off a toothy grin. "Besides, I know you. You wouldn't want to risk our little girls with such an imminent danger coming out way now would you?"
"No . . . no I wouldn't . . ." mumbled Amanda as she crossed her arms. "I guess you win this round babe."
"I had a feeling I would . . ." said Randy as he showed off a superior smirk. "Don't worry babe. I bet everything will turn out a-okay . . . if it makes you feel any better, I'll take you out into town to go shopping or something once the hunters leave the area."
"Oh . . . I'll be so taking you up on that." said Amanda as a smile came across her face. "I'll make you regret ever saying that once we go."
"I think I'm already regretting it right now. . ." mumbled a nervous Randy as he shot his girl a wayward look. "Anyway, the producers have decided to postpone the start of filming till tomorrow morning, so we have the day to ourselves. . ."
"Hmm . . . that's nice," said Amanda as she laid her head on Randy's shoulder. "You know your demands for me to stay in this hotel are borderline smothering right?"
"I know you said not to smother you anytime during your pregnancy, but for the time being, I got to do it," said Randy as he let out a defeated breath. "You understand don't you?"
"Yeah . . . I understand," said Amanda as she let out a sigh. "I don't like it . . . but I understand, and you were so excited to take me out to the film set too. Now you probably will never have the chance to do that."
"I know, which is annoying as hell to tell you the truth . . ." said Randy as he let out a loud groan in frustration. "Why do these hunters have to get in the way of everything. First it was our vacation, and now it's my movie."
"Maybe we're just those kinds of people that like to attract danger to themselves. . ." suggested Amanda as she let a small smirk show across her lips.
"Maybe . . . or we're just way to famous that it's borderline dangerous to be close to us."
"Don't get a big ego mister . . ." mumbled Amanda as he flicked the Viper on the side of the head. "You know I hate it when you start with your ego talk."
"Sorry . . . it won't happen again . . . for the most part.
"Eh . . . it's a start."
Curse you hunters! Always got to get in the snake couples way. . .
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