Chapter 52: Now Dat's Cool

Batista heard the door slam, wondering who would just barge into their locker room. I swear if it's Bischoff... Batista didn't hear any voices, wondering what was going on. Batista put everything down and walked out to find nobody there. Where did Lauren go? He looked over to see her bag gone. Batista instantly walked out the door, and looked both directions to see no one there. Now why would she– Batista took a hunch and ran in one direction hoping to find her close by. He ran into some wrestlers who said that they had not seen her. Batista then ran into another direction towards the parking garage. He saw her just getting into the limo. "Lauren!" he called out running up to her. He was quite a ways away, and tried to catch up before the limo took off. Lauren turned at the sound of her name, with tears on her cheeks. She didn't say a word, and got in, as the limo drove off. Batista actually tried running after the moving limo, but it was too far, and too fast. "Lauren!" he called out again. He stopped running when he knew he couldn't catch up. Dammit! He cursed as he ran back into the building to change and get to the hotel.

He threw on a white button shirt and gray suit pants and called another limo to pick him up. He waited fifteen minutes to be picked up in the garage, and didn't pull up to the hotel until ten minutes later. He ran through the front doors up to his room, hoping to find Lauren there. "Lauren!" he yelled when he opened the door. Batista noticed Lauren's bag in the bedroom, but didn't see Lauren. The bathroom door was closed, so without even thinking, he opened it.

Lauren let out a scream, and threw the closest thing she could, which happened to be a hairbrush. She didn't realize it was Batista, and was simply wearing a towel. Batista got hit in the forehead, and looked even more pissed. Lauren gasped, but didn't apologize, He somewhat deserved it. "You should've knocked." She simply turned back to what she was in the midst of doing. She grabbed the ice pack she had made for herself and tried to reach her back. Batista looked at the two huge bruises on her beautiful body, and most of the anger went away. Instead, guilt nearly filled in the angry void within him. Lauren noticed he was still there, now lowering the hand that was comforting his new bruise. "Can I help you? I'd like to be alone,"she said bluntly and a little cold.

"And I would like to know what the hell you were thinking?" Batista said. Lauren just turned on the faucet for the bathtub, and poured some bubbles into it. Batista just stood there, waiting for an answer, and in the process took in the other new bruises and red spots on her body. She continued to struggle putting the ice pack on the huge bruise just below her right shoulder blade. Batista walked up behind and took it from her hands.

"I need that," she said trying to grab it from his hand. Batista pulled it back, and looked down at her.

"Turn around." he told her, while signaling it with his finger.

"I don't need you to baby me, I can take care of myself. So you can go off and show off that pissy attitude to someone else, because I don't need it right now!" she said and spun around to avoid looking him in the eyes.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Batista asked her, thinking she got hit in the head too hard.

"Look, I know I didn't do as well as I could've when Trish and HHH attacked me. I know I probably embarrassed you, and I'm sorry. But I don't need you being all pissed at me and acting like it's all my fault!" Lauren told him with her back still to him.

"What in god's name made you think that?" he almost yelled back.

"I saw how angry you were when you brought me back to the locker room. All you did was glare everywhere, even down at me, like I disappointed you. So I decided to bring myself back here and make it so you didn't have to put up with me." Lauren finalized, and turned back around to try and take the ice pack back. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to–" Lauren was cut off when Batista slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her into a kiss. Uh.... Batista pulled away, only to lift her up into his arms and carry her to the bed. "What are you doing?" she asked, confused and surprised. Batista simply set her down, and pressed the ice pack to her bruise. Lauren sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth due to the intense and sudden cold. Batista had her lay on her stomach to keep the ice pack from falling off her. Lauren heard Batista walk into the bathroom, and come back a few minutes later. The water had stopped running from the bathtub, making her wonder what he was up to. Batista came back and lifted her back into his arms, allowing the ice pack to fall to the ground.

Lauren was a bit caught off-guard when she came into contact with his bare skin on his chest instead of the shirt he had been wearing before. She looked to see that we was just wearing a towel. Batista carried her into the bathroom, to see the bathtub full of hot, steaming water. "What are you–" Lauren was cut off when Batista set her down on to her own feet, and felt him remove her towel. "Batista–" but he then removed his own towel, and lifted her back into his arms. He stepped into the tub, and slowly lowered them both into the water. They both hissed at the extreme temperature. Batista let Lauren lay against his chest, as he wrapped his arms around her. They sat there in silence for what seemed like forever.

"I was never mad at you, Lauren. I know that what happened wasn't your fault. I was mad at HHH for touching you. I was mad at Trish for hurting you and attacking you from behind. I was mad at myself for not being able to protect you," he whispered in her ear. Lauren felt horrible for thinking that about him. She wrapped her arms around his and leaned more into his chest.

"I'm sorry. I guess I just thought that because I was embarrassed by what happened. It could've been PMS for all I know," she chuckled. Batista chuckled with her, and started kissing her neck. Lauren closed her eyes and placed her hand in his hair, feeling his tresses in her wet fingers. Batista slowly reached and cupped her breast in his big, wet hands and squeezed gently. Lauren let out a slight moan and wanted more. The pain that had been running through her body eased away with the hot water and the man holding her. After sitting in the water for about 20 minutes, Batista lifted her up and let her drip for a minute before descending from the tub. He picked up a towel and wrapped it around her as he carried her back to the bed. Lauren sat up and let the towel fall around her, revealing her radiant body. Lauren sat on her knees to have closer eye contact with him, and claimed his lips with hers. Batista wrapped his arms around her and laid on top of her. His hands traveled to stroke every part of her body tenderly, and lovingly. Lauren ran her nails down his back, or as Batista thought of them, her claws. He claimed her neck, showing her no mercy. It seemed like they were 'celebrating' her victory over Trish earlier than anticipated.

A/N: Yes, THAT'S why Batista was mad, lol. Now I didn't actually watch Friday's Smackdown, but I read somewhere that Melina actually (dry laugh) Melina actually decided to sue my baby. Is that right? Is that what I'm hearing? Hehe because...(pulls out Blood Bat, evil glare) that just doesn't fly with me. >:(. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Happy New Year:)