"So, I really don't know what to say about tonight." Jemma said, as she fumbled inside of her purse for her keycard.

Truth was, she really didn't know what to say. Randy had been a complete gentleman the entire night, which was a little out of left field, even for him. He had offered to get her drinks and her chairs the entire night. During the ceremony, he was even gentleman-like and didn't try anything he shouldn't, considering cameras and thousands of people were watching. Which is exactly why she was still weary at her hotel room door.

She wasn't sure if he would try anything now that they were practically alone or not. She couldn't say rather she wanted to be alone or not, to be honest, especially where Randy was in the equation. But she was sure she didn't want to confuse any sort of headway they had manage to make in the past few hours.

Which was huge, for her. They had managed to make significant headway. It allowed her to trust him again, and more than she had to begin with. Seeing as her dad was signing off on the Randy/Jemma storyline. Only it wasn't a storyline. This was real life and she wasn't sure how she was truly feeling.

"So..." she said, trailing off.

"Yeah. I had a great time tonight." Randy said, looking at her.

"I did, too." she agreed.

"Well, I'm gonna leave you to whatever it is you have to do tonight. But before I do, I am gonna give you a kiss. Is that okay?" Randy found himself asking.

She was knocked off her feet once more, not knowing what to agree to or not to agree to. She wasn't sure what exactly to say, but before she gave any sort of answer, she found his lips meeting hers in a way he had never kissed her before.

She found herself swept off her feet all at once. For the first time, and with no agreeance or hesitation, she found herself completely wrapped up in everything Randy Orton.

Any time before, there was hesitation or some sliver of doubt. This time was much different. She was allowing herself to feel for the first time with him. She was allowing herself to feel vulnerable. She was allowing herself not to listen to any voice in her head or anything anyone had ever told her about Randy.

She was just allowing herself to feel.

"Randy..." she whispered, still woozy and still very much knocked off her feet.

He smiled down at her, rubbing her swollen lips with the pad of his thumb. She nuzzled against his touch, almost not believing herself that she was allowing this much affection from Randy.

"I'm gonna go to my room now, darlin'." he uttered, touching his lips to hers once more.

"You don't have to leave. We could have a drink if you want." she offered, thumbing for her keycard once more.

"Babe, as much as I want that, I know eventually we will have our time." he said, smirking.

"So, I finally offer my room to you and you what? Jet?" she asked.

"It's not like that and please, don't think that." he pleaded.

"Then what is it?" she asked, her voicing becoming slightly raised.

"I don't want to do it like every other time. I want this to be different. I may have gone about it different with you and me before, but I never meant it that way. I have always wanted so much more with you." Randy said, finding his hand cupping her cheek.

"Randy, I don't know what is up and what is down with you anymore. I think I have you all figured out and then you change everything." she huffed.

"Trust me, I know exactly how you feel. I have felt that way with you all along. I've felt one way was the right way and then I realize the way I have went along with every relationship in my past is not the way to go with you. I have to change who I have been and that isn't entirely a bad thing. You are changing me in such a good way, baby." Randy urged, smiling at her.

She realized the familiar smirk he normally would have was gone. Instead, a sincere smile was plastered across his features. She realized he had been changing slowly and surely. And while the entire time it wasn't her intention to change him, she was happy to feel the signs of respect he had for her now. And perhaps for her father, too. Maybe him being one of his latest guests on the Broken Skull Sessions wasn't entirely a bad thing.

"Randy, I just don't know what is up and what is down with you anymore." she sighed.

"Believe me, I know exactly what you mean. But I will see you tomorrow if you want?" he asked, looking at her for an answer. She hesitated slowly before slowly shaking her head.

"That's fine, Randy." Jemma agreed, slowly shaking her head, not wanting to see his side, but finally agreeing within herself where he was actually coming from.

"I will see you tomorrow." Randy urged, before letting his lips claim hers once more.

"Night, Randy." she said softly breaking apart from him.

"Night, darlin'." he said breathlessly, taking one last look at her before turning and making his way down the hall.

She sighed entering her room and pressing her back against the door. She was always so sure of herself in every other situation before. Now, she wasn't so sure. She was sure about her feelings. She was sure she had wanted him to follow her into her room. Now, she was wondering what had him so wrapped up that he didn't agree.

She heard a soft knock on her door, causing her to jump out of her skin. She grabbed her chest before turning around slowly and opening the door only to be slightly taken aback by the same blue eyes she was just staring into in the hallway mere moments before. She gave him a confused look before he broke the distance between them.

"Screw this." Randy said, before pressing his lips firming against hers, pushing her into the room and slamming the door behind them.

"Randy." she said, pulling away from him, the same confused look on her face.

"Just know that I want more from you than just..." he said, trailing off once more and grabbing her hair forcefully, her head snapping back in a way she had never been handled before.

She was taken aback by his forceful way. He had always been forceful of his words, but tonight was so much different. He had always carried a way about him that got under her skin with his words. And even if he had been somewhat forceful with his actions before, he had never crossed a line with her. Now tonight, it was as if his own undoing wasn't enough for him. He had to go against his own temptation and have her regardless.

"I know." she finished for him, claiming his lips once more.

He moaned against her, as he fumbled to underdo her dress, a silver heap laying in pools around her feet.

"Are you sure?" he found himself asking.

"Randy..." she trailed off.

"Jemma, tell me." he pleaded.

"I need to hear it." he finished.

"I do need you. And I'm sorry it has taken so long, but please..." she trailed off, before his lips were on his again.

It was all he needed to hear. Regardless of what the remainder of her sentence entailed, he needed her right here and right now. It was what he had been longing for, so he did the only thing he knew what to do.

He continued his relentless attack on her body and made love to her all night long.

And for once she didn't neglect him that change. Instead she gave into her own feeling and allowed him to ravage her. It was only her and him tonight. Every thing else they could work out in the morning.

He wanted her and she wanted him. That's all that mattered.