"I am so tired." Jemma yawned for what seemed like the tenth time since they had left the arena.

"You are?" Randy asked, smirking in her direction.

"Well, I can only imagine how tired you are, babes." Jemma shot back at him.

"So, you wanna have that conversation now?" Randy asked.

"I'm not putting anything else on you considering tonight..."

"That's not what I asked." he shot back, cutting her off.

"Well, if you put it like that, then yes, I do." she said, folding her arms across her chest.

"You know where I stand." Randy said, staring forward into the traffic that seemed to be endless.

"No, Randy, I don't." Jemma said, shifting her weight in the seat to face him.

"I told you last night."

"Accompany that with sex, and forgive me if my emotions and thoughts aren't entirely clear."

"Good point." he said, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, trying his best not to make eye contact with her.

"Randy, if you don't wanna talk about it, we can chalk it up as something that just... happened." she finished.

"Just happened?" Randy fired back, finally looking at her.

"It..." she began, before being cut off by him.

"It isn't something that just happened, Jem. God! I really thought you gave me more credit than that." he said, this time slamming his hand against the steering wheel.

"Randy, I never..."

"I know, you clearly never gave me any sort of credit." he sighed.

"And you clearly never let me finish a sentence. That's gonna be a problem if we're going to make this work." she said, in an easy tone.

He looked at her then. Really looked at her and he finally realized he hadn't fully given her credit, either. Considering his track record, and Jemma seeing it over the years, he understood why she wouldn't give him props, either.

"I'm sorry. I understand where you're coming from." he finally said, in barely above a whisper.

"You're not a bad guy, Randall." she chuckled. "You just like women. Nothing wrong with that."

"I like you." he corrected her.

"And I like you." she replied back.

They fell silent after that, both staring into the night, the headlights now coming faster and faster as the traffic finally seemed to break up some. They were still a bit from the hotel, but after their last words to each other, it may have well been an eternity.

"I more than just like you, Jem." Randy finally said, breaking the silence in the car.

"Do you wanna be with me, Randy?" she asked, looking at him again.

"What do you think?" he asked directly.

"Randy, that's my point. I don't want to have to think what you want. I need to know what you want. What you need. How you feel."

"I'm not good with that sort of stuff."

"So, did I finally find a chink in the armor?" Jemma chuckled, grabbing his hand and bringing it to her lips, kissing it gently.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, catching a quick look at her.

"I mean, you're good at the snappy comebacks and teasing the fuck outta me and reeling someone in, but Randy can't do feelings and girl shit?" she asked, bluntly.

"Hey, I bought you flowers." he quipped in return.

"Yes, you did and now I need to hear what you want from me." she said, not letting go of his hand.

Before she knew what was happening, the car jerked onto the side of the road, Randy throwing it into park and adjusting himself in his seat, sighing openly.

"I want you. Me. I want this. I don't want anyone else. And I don't want you to want anyone else. Is this like a check yes or no moment?" he asked, breaking the awkwardness he was feeling.

"Yes, Randy it is and in your own little way you just checked yes." she said, bringing his lips to hers.

"That's not all I want." he said, the smirk coming back to his face.

Without warning, his hands were at her pants, unzipping them. His fingers found the folds of her core, instantly bringing a wetness to her center. She moaned at the unexpected gesture, her eyes closing, her breath becoming heavier and faster.

"I want you..." he said, stroking his fingers quicker and quicker at her mound.

"...and I want this." he said, his lips crashing against hers.

She fumbled in the darkness for his zipper before he stopped her. Her eyes shot open, a growl coming from her lips.

"No. I wanna see you cum for me, babes. And then when we get back to the hotel, if you're a good girl, you can have daddy." he said huskily, as his fingers slowly entered her, causing her to come unglued in her seat.

She screamed his name, her nails clawing at his shirt, her eyes begging him, pleading with him to let her have her way, but Randy was not deterring from his mission.

"Randy, please..." she pleaded, breathlessly.

"Later. This is about you right now, my sweet, sweet Jemma." he whispered, causing her to moan his name again as he found her sweet spot again, rubbing her gently.

Her body was hot. Hot for him and he could feel it. See it, too. It was written all over her face, the way she would stare at him intently when her eyes did manage to open and the way his name was coming from her lips. Something that had become his favorite sound to hear.

He couldn't lie. His body was becoming hard and virile, especially every time he saw her bite her bottom lip. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on because she was making it down right unmanageable.

His entire body was almost trembling from the amount of force it was at just keeping his own clothes on his body. He hadn't even shredded any clothes from her and she was still the most amazing thing he had ever saw. But he wanted to be inside her so badly he could almost taste it.

Or taste her, it didn't matter either way to him.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait much longer as he felt her quiver beneath his fingers, giving way to the orgasm that was now raging through her body. She moaned and squirmed against his hand, as her eyes darted open staring at him with intent and lust.

"Wait until we get to your room." she said, removing his hand and zipping her pants back up.

"That's what I wanted to hear." he smirked as he started the engine again before returning to the roadway.

"Oh, and Jem?" he said, catching a glance at her, as she fixed her hair, the red tint on her face very evident.

"What?" she said, smiling slightly.

"I think that's how you properly check yes." he said, laughing.

"Orton." she whispered, smiling at him. "You're mine."

"Oh believe me, babes. I know."