Thank you to therealchamps, xj0j0x, nic-002001 and charmedbyortonbarrett for the reviews! I continue to watch Smackdown for the slight chance that Wade Barrett will return for a cameo or commentating. One can only hope right? Well on a lighter note: HOLY RAW! Anyways on with the story...

Chapter 54: Can't Keep My Hands Off You

Laying naked under the covers of the hotel bed, Riley snuggled closer to Wade, her eyes opening and shutting slowly as she tried to relax in his arms. She couldn't help but worry about what was going to happen when he finally went his own way and headed back to Smackdown and ultimately back away from her. She had grown accustomed to him being by her side almost every day since they had rekindled their relationship, even when they had fought, he was always back with her shortly afterward.

Feeling his fingers gently tugging on her hair, she moved her eyes from the wall, which she had been staring at, and looked up at him, forcing a small smile onto her face. He studied her expression, her smile faltering when he opened his mouth to talk, stopping himself once he saw the sadness in her eyes. She ran her palm across his bare chest and felt his soft skin under her touch. He rolled his head to the side and set his chin against the top of her head, letting out a sigh as he did so.

"What are you thinking about?" She questioned, tracing hearts over his pectoral muscle.

"Nothing you should worry about." He answered, his fingers running through her hair, his muscles twitching as she continued to draw invisible hearts on his skin.

"Are you thinking about me?" She asked, not in a cocky way, she was starting to think he was way more uncomfortable about her being away from him than he let on.

"Always." He smirked, shifted his hand through her hair, resting his palm on the back of her neck. Riley let out a sigh and relaxed against him, her cheek resting against his chest now, her fingers that had been drawing hearts on him now dropped motionless against his skin.

"I don't know if I want you to go." She whispered, feeling his fingers drumming lightly against her neck.

"You'll be fine."

Riley inhaled a deep breath and shifted away from him, rolling onto her back. She gripped the covers tight against her naked chest and stared up at the ceiling, her body not touching his at all. He moved his own arms and set them behind his head, also staring at the ceiling. Neither one seemed to want to move, or speak even, afraid of what the other was thinking.

In her mind, Riley was terrified of being without him. She had no idea who her roommate would be, there were loads of possibilities; the new Diva, who Riley figured wouldn't be around much longer; John Cena, someone she had roomed with before; or maybe even one of the other Divas, any of whom she wasn't really close with. Riley had always been more comfortable around guys, she just seemed to get along better with them.

Wade kept thinking about what would happen while he was away from her. With the threat of Chris Jericho and Brock Lesnar, he was thinking about what she was going to do without him. Admitting to being with Jericho once before, but seeing how angry she was with him, Wade was more so uneasy about what Jericho would do as opposed to Riley. It was big, bad Brock Lesnar that didn't sit well with Wade. There was something about the large former UFC fighter that didn't feel right, something that Wade couldn't trust about him, even if Riley showed no interest.

"I know I'll be fine but I don't want us to get screwed up again." She said quietly, her eyes glued on the ceiling, refusing to look at him.

"It's not like I'm going to be on the other side of the country or anything."

"Still. It's like right now everything feels so perfect and then you're going to be gone, I won't have you around whenever I need you, or want you and it just really bugs me. I screwed everything up before and who's to say that I won't find a way to screw it up again?" She went on, Wade just taking in every word she said.

"Just don't go around sleeping with people who aren't me and there won't be any problems." He joked but she let out a growl at him, signifying she didn't find it funny at all.

"Obviously I won't." She mumbled, lifting her one knee up under the covers, moving it back and forth the slightest bit.

She wasn't expecting him to roll over and practically lean on her but he did. His own hands slipped under the covers and gripped at her side, forcing her to roll slightly towards him, her eyes finally landing on his. She let go of the covers and moved her palms out towards him as they pressed against his chest but not in an aggressive way, they barely put any pressure on his skin at all.

"You have my number." He stated, leaning his head down towards hers, she anticipated his kiss but it never came.

"I do." She said shyly, disappointed that he didn't just kiss her.

"You have Cena with you."

"Right." She was still a little anxious about how her relationship with John was going to go, there was still certain things she needed to talk to him about; her relationship with Chris Jericho was the number one thing on the list.

"Just don't run away on me here Riley."

She tensed in his grip as he squeezed her sides before sliding his hands up her body, stopping them just under her breasts. Riley stretched out in a lame attempt to get away, fearing that he would end up tickling her, something she hated almost as much as being in a storyline with Brock Lesnar.

"I don't think I will." She forced out, preparing herself for his next move.

"You better not." He growled seductively, leaning over her more, shifting his weight closer to her.

"By the way Barrett, you never said anything about my boobs." She grinned, pushing the thought of being without him to the back of her mind.

He raised a brow at her and wondered what she was talking about. He had most definitely noticed that she had her body back, the body she had when she first joined Smackdown but he hadn't said anything, figuring it was better to just let sleeping dogs lie.

"They're very nice." He smiled, seeing her lips twitching at the corners.

"They fill out my tops rather nicely." She replied, holding back a smile.

"Fit nicely in my hands too."

She let out a squeal as his palms shifted from her sides to her breasts. Fighting against him to sit up, she moved her mouth towards his neck and let out a laugh before sinking her teeth into his skin. Letting out a low growl, he pushed his body towards hers, Riley moving into a sitting position, her back against the headboard as Wade moved his leg over her body, straddling her as he took away her ability to move away.

"You bit me." He breathed against her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her against him.

"I did." She whispered back, running her hands over his head, through his dark hair.

"You're an animal."

Letting out another squeal, Wade nipped at the side of her neck, revenge for her bite. She tangled her fingers into his hair further, letting out a gasp as his tongue ran over the pulse point in her neck. She shivered against him but held on tight as he slid both their bodies back down onto the bed, Riley now completely underneath him, carrying the brunt of his weight on her body.

"If you keep doing shit like that, I will never leave you again." She giggled, finally capturing his lips with hers.

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Randy Orton wandered towards his rental car, getting ready to drive to the next city. He was driving himself there alone, anticipating a nice, quiet ride to think about what he wanted to do in regards to Riley. A few days earlier he had rounded up Brock Lesnar to be on his side, helping him in making John Cena's life hell as well as bothering Riley. Now, after having a nice dinner with the Diva he had been after for a long time, he was starting to reconsider his feelings about the girl.

He would always be jealous of the man that Riley was with, no matter who it was. A big part of him would never let her go, he regretted ending things with her. She was an amazing girl and she deserved someone who would love her with everything he had and Randy had come to realize that he was no longer that guy. Riley had moved on and she was happy with Wade Barrett, a happy he had never witnessed while the Viper had been with her.

Turning right down the parking lot, his eyes landed on the silver BMW that the rental company had given him. He glanced around the building and spotted a few small groups of Superstars and Divas chatting away. Smiling at them as he passed, Randy remained silent, heading for his car, somewhat excited about getting on the road and just driving. He caught sight of the one person he wanted to avoid ever since he had dinner with the former Divas champ. Brock Lesnar grinned at Randy as he approached.

"Orton how's it going?"

"Not too bad Lesnar, how's it feel to be back?"

"Amazing," Brock paused, wandering away from the black sedan he had been standing next to, closing the gap between him and Randy, "What's going on with you man?"

Randy shoved his hands into the front pockets on his deep blue jeans. He shrugged his shoulders and took another quick glance around the parking lot, trying to figure out how to break the bad news to his new ally.

"Just about to hit the road you know." Randy forced a smile.

"Oh yeah?" Brock inquired, glancing in the same direction as Randy, his eyes landing on the silver BMW.

"Yup."

An awkward silence fell over them, Randy wanting nothing more than to wander away from the large man and just get into his car to leave. Brock shifted on his feet and moved his hands up, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Randy flashed him a lazy half smile, knowing that Brock had something nagging at his mind.

"What's up with Cena and that girl anyways?" Brock broke the silence between them.

"Friends."

"She's with that Wade asshole right? Is it official?"

"Yup, she's with Barrett." Randy nodded, feeling the awkwardness intensify on his end, Brock seemed to either not notice or not care, his questions kept coming.

"He's on Smackdown though right? She's sticking with Raw, getting in between Cena and me."

"As far as I'm aware, he's on Smackdown and there are no intentions of trading him to Raw. He wouldn't have any pull in the company yet anyways."

Feeling the larger man's intense interrogation turning into borderline obsession, Randy made a move to step away. Brock's large hand clasped Randy's shoulder and held him in place. There weren't too many things that the Viper was afraid of but Brock Lesnar was one person who was quickly proving a point, a point that the Viper should fear the man. He was ruthless and he had proved it time and time again eight years earlier.

"She easy though?"

"You should talk to Cena about her, he knows more than I do." Randy was trying to avert his focus from himself to John Cena, not caring about messing with his friend.

John Cena could better handle Brock, Randy had no intention of seeing the man around any more than he had to and since they weren't going to be involved in a storyline and they were on separate brands, Randy figured it would be easy enough to avoid him.

"Oh yeah, thanks for the advice then." Brock nodded.

"Anytime man. It's good to have you back. I hope you make an impact on the company." Randy nodded, trying to compliment him enough that he would let the Viper get away.

"Thanks Orton. Just you keep watching, I'm sure you'll agree that I will make an impact."

Randy shivered at the large man's words, watching carefully as Brock Lesnar turned on his heel and headed back to where he had come from. Randy shook his head at him and continued to make his way towards the BMW, cautiously glancing back and catching the malicious smirk on Brock's face as he watched Randy climb into the car and pull away. Something wasn't sitting right with Randy Orton, he just hoped that Riley wasn't going to be involved in whatever Lesnar was planning.

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