DISCLAIMER: As much as it breaks my heart to admit it, I do not own anyone or anything connected to Vince McMahon and his awesomeness. I can only claim property rights of OC.

Claire set aside her bowl of ice cream and stretched. She snuggled into the soft leather couch while she waited for Randy to finish packing the car. He wanted to get as much done as possible. He hated waiting to the last minute to do anything. Claire stretched once again as she glanced at the clock. With a wistful sigh she realized that they were getting close to the twelve hour mark. If only she had a way to pause time just for a while. Claire's attention was drawn from her thoughts as the back door opened then slammed closed. A moment later Randy appeared in the doorway. He stood in the archway bathed in the circle of light cast by a nearby lamp. He remained motionless as he watched her.

She slowly sank back into the comfort of the couch. She rested her cheek against her hand as she turned her head to meet his gaze. They studied each other in silent regard. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Randy's chiseled body. Her eyes moved slowly over his broad shoulders, down his flat stomach and over his lean hips. Her gaze locked on the smooth curve of his thighs. God, she loved his thighs. Randy didn't miss the way Claire's eyes moved over him. He could feel the hungry heat burning into his skin. She looked as if she were starved for the very sight of him. He was more than willing to give her as much as she could handle.

Randy slowly moved across the room. He pushed the ottoman away from the couch enough to sit. Claire moved into a sitting position. He noticed she was wearing one of his shirts. The black material clung to her in all the right places and it was scrunched up to the top of her thighs. She'd never looked more delectable. He loved having her in his home, wearing his clothes. Some primal part of him responded in a way that made him wary. Just looking at her made him want to claim in ways he didn't understand. He wanted his scent all over her, proclaiming his ownership for the whole world. He had half a mind to mark her in some way neither of them would ever forget.

"Come here." Randy said. His voice was low and a little rough. The sound of it made Claire shiver.

Reaching out, Randy pulled Claire to her feet. His warm hands caressed her legs as he settled her into the vee created by his parted thighs. He stroked her slowly, his hands disappearing under the hem of the shirt to touch her. He squeezed the curve of her butt as he studied her, his gaze hot and hungry.

"Take it off." Randy said as he gave her shirt a sharp tug.

Claire arched a brow at his demand and looked down. The look in his eyes told Claire exactly what she needed to know. He was completely and utterly in control. He wanted her to submit. The idea thrilled her to the core. With an ease she didn't feel Claire gripped her shirt and slowly pulled. She watched Randy's reaction as more of her golden skin was revealed. His nostrils flared slightly as he caught her scent. Tugging off the shirt, Claire let it dangle from her fingertips.

He drank in the sight of her, he couldn't get enough. Randy's blue eyes locked on Claire, watching her with an almost predatory awareness. He was so deeply attuned that he could detect the subtle changes in her breathing. Her breaths became shallow and rapid, her lips opened slightly to bring in more air. Leaning forward, Randy pressed a kiss beside her belly button. With a sigh of approval, Claire reached for him, intent on running her hands over his skull-trimmed hair. Randy stopped her, his hands gently capturing her wrists before she made contact with him. He shook his head slowly as he pressed her hands to her sides.

"No touching." Randy said softly as his lips continued moving over the flat expanse of her stomach. His fingers drew lazy circles over her hips before plucking the thin, black strings of her panties.

Claire impatiently shifted her weight. Randy's lazy exploration was driving her mad. His fingertips barely skimmed across her skin, causing goosebumps to form. Carefully he alternated between gentle kisses and tiny, sharp nips. His teeth scraping against her skin was a delicious torture. The fact that he refused to allow her to caress him created a more intimate awareness. Her palms itched to slide over his gleaming bronze skin. She wanted to touch him. With a soft whimper, Claire reached for Randy again. Catching the movement out of the corner of his eye, Randy caught her wrists as he looked up. The raw passion she saw glowing in his eyes made her breath hitch in her chest. They stared at each other for a long, heated moment.

"So you can't keep your hands to yourself?" Randy asked softly. He turned his head to press a nibbling kiss to the palm of her hand. Claire's teeth sank into the plumpness of her bottom lip as she looked down at Randy. Unable to find her voice, she simply shook her head.

"Maybe you need something to keep you occupied." Randy said as he smiled slowly, his sharp white teeth flashing. Claire stopped breathing as she drank in the knowing look in his eyes. He stood and gathered her against him. He hugged her close as he leaned down to move his lips down the graceful column of her throat. She craved his kiss. His refusal to give her what she wanted elicited a sharp whimper.

He made a soft, reassuring sound in the back of his throat as he captured both of her wrists in one of his hands. He reached between their bodies to draw his fingers between her breasts then lower. He toyed with the thin material of her panties; his fingers barely skimmed over the part of her that craved his touch the most. Leaning back he put just enough space between them to unbutton his jeans. With an easy motion, he drew down the zipper. Claire watched in fascination as Randy used his free hand to shuck his pants. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, naked and aroused. Instantly a pool of moisture gathered between her thighs. Claire watched in fascination as Randy lowered himself to sit on the leather ottoman. Using leverage on her wrists, he pulled her close. She pulled against his grip, wanting to free herself. Her hands were itching to touch him. She didn't care where or how, as long she could feel the heated silk of his skin.

"Claire, you're making things hard." Randy smiled at his own cleverness as he looked up the length of her body. The effect of his words were not lost, her gaze locked on his thick erection.

"Why don't you see if you can kiss it all better?" Randy asked softly. He didn't miss the way her eyes widened ever so slightly as meaning sank in. Giving a soft tug, he pulled Claire down to kneel between his parted thighs. Anxiously, he waited for her response. This was the first time he'd actually asked Claire for such a favor. Reaching out, Randy brushed his fingers through the soft silk of her hair. He gently raked his nails along the sensitive curve of her scalp. Unconsciously, Claire's pink tongue darted out to lick her suddenly parched lips. She couldn't take her eyes away from the glorious length of him. With another rush of desire, she realized she wanted to taste him. She wanted the hot, earthy flavor of him on her tongue. She allowed Randy to guide her, bringing her to the most intimate part of himself. With a sigh, Claire's lips parted, allowing her tongue to move over his aching shaft.

"Oh, fuck. Claire." Randy groaned as Claire's delicately moist tongue laved him from root to tip and back again. Her tongue moved along the thick vein, stroking harder with each pass. She made a mewling noise, her lips parted to draw the heated crown deep inside. Claire forced herself to go slowly, drawing the hard length of him into her mouth. She suckled softly, her tongue moving over him, milking him until she was rewarded with a drop of sweet, honeyed nectar. Angling his hips, Randy murmured words of encouragement. He wanted her to take all of him. Stroking his fingers down her throat, he guided her until her lips met the very base of his cock.

"Suck me, baby." Randy thought he was going to die of ecstasy. His hips rolled forward, giving her more. He moaned loudly, unable to stop the thrusting of his hips. She suckled him, again and again, until another hot pearl dripped onto her tongue. Through heavily lidded eyes he watched. Claire's cheeks pulled taut as she sucked harder. Watching her taste him was the most erotic thing he'd ever witnessed.

"Stop." Randy demanded roughly as he brushed her silky hair away from her face. Randy's body jerked in response as he watched Claire. Her eyes were closed as she sucked him. The sight of her pouting mouth stretched wide was more than he could bear. "Claire, I said stop."

Claire whimpered as Randy used the grip on her hair to pull her away. She didn't want to stop. His spicy, heady flavor was addictive. She looked at him with lust-filled eyes. Randy leaned down to steal a kiss, tasting himself on her lips. God, he loved kissing her this way. With a smooth motion, Randy stood. Unable to resist temptation, Claire leaned forward and traced her tongue once again over his turgid length. Randy looked down as she licked him one last time. Stepping around, he came to kneel behind her. He reached for her, his touch rough and possessive. Using a sculpted thigh, he parted her legs to allow him to settle against her. Claire shivered as Randy's hand moved between her thighs, caressing her through the thin barrier of her panties. She was so wet, practically dripping. Randy's thick finger caressed the folds of her most sensitive flesh. He pulled aside the soaked black lace and slipped a finger in her honeyed depths. He stroked carefully as he prepared her to take him.

A pure, animal growl left Randy as he arched over Claire and pushed deep inside. The feel of her heated sheath was indescribable. He moved inside her, hard and deep, touching the most sensitive parts of her. He was a man possessed, unable to control the deep, needy hunger driving him. He angled her hips toward him, giving him more of what he wanted. His hands moved to the curve of her shoulders, pinning her in place. Claire moaned in helpless abandon as Randy used his weight to keep her in place. She should have been terrified. But she wasn't. Randy's relentless demands made her feel precious, protected. She willingly submitted to him, letting him have control over not only her body but her spirit. The first burning waves of release took Claire by surprise. Her body bloomed in pleasure, her delicate muscles locking on Randy's length. She screamed his name, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room.

Randy pounded into Claire, taking more and more of her creamy release. His lungs burned as he tried to suck in enough air. He was drowning in her, the sight, the scent, the sound holding him prisoner. She screamed his name again as a second orgasm stole her breath. With a shout he followed, spilling his hot, sticky liquid in the depths of her. Once he started coming, he couldn't stop. Great heaving waves washed over him, stealing his breath. He squeezed his eyes closed, feeling the last stinging fingers of pleasure. Randy sucked in a deep breath and he forced his eyes open. He looked down at Claire, her body limply collapsed onto the leather ottoman. Gently he lowered himself to her, molding his larger frame around her smaller one. He cradled her gently as he slid one arm under her, letting it come to rest between the rounded globes of her breasts. He pressed a kiss to her cheek.

He asked, "Are you alright?"

Claire wished she had the strength to answer him. All she could manage was a small, unladylike grunt.

"Do I take that as a yes?" Randy asked, tracing the curve of her ear with his lips. The gentle caress made her shiver.

Taking a deep breath, Claire forced her eyes open. Her gaze landed on the tattooed length of his left arm. Her hazy vision slowly focused on the red rose amid all the lines of black. She heard his voice in the fog of her semi-consciousness,

"Sometimes beauty is hidden among the darkness. Sometimes you have to search to find the good when it's all confused with the bad."

She prayed that she had given Randy the beauty that would get him through the darkness of the days to come.

"Randy?" Claire's voice sounded rough to her own ears.

"What, baby?" Randy asked. He continued nuzzling her as he tried to slow his racing heart.

"I love you." she said softly. She blinked back the sudden sting of tears.

"I love you, too, baby."

***A/N – Holy crap, is it hot in here or what? Please review***