Time's Up
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people mentioned in the story.
Characters: Amy Dumas (Lita)/Randy Orton, Trish Stratus. Mentions of a few other names.
Summary: It's been a few years since they've broken up, but they remained friends after that. But what if one night makes them realize that they're still in love with each other? (14 years later, I still suck at summaries. Lol.)
Notes: Takes place during the week of Wrestlemania 35 & Hall of Fame.
ONESHOT/POV
Amy's POV
"Earth to Amy." Trish snaps her fingers repeatedly in front of my face until I notice.
"Huh? What?" A bit out of my usual herself, I turn to face my best friend of 20 years.
"I said what did you want to get?" Trish points to the menu of the Starbucks drive-thru.
"Oh, uh, I'll just have an iced brewed coffee with almond milk." I reply while Trish turns back to the cashier to place our orders.
"What's up with you today? You seem out of it." She asks as she drives forward to the pick-up window.
"Nothing, I – I just have a hangover from last night, I guess." I lie. That's not really the reason. Well, partly it is, but there's more to it.
"I know right. What time did you get back to our room anyway?" Trish asks as she hands me my drink.
"Uh, I'm not really sure. 5am, I think?" I try to recall, but the only memory I have stuck in my head right now is the incident from last night. "I barely even saw you at the hotel bar. What time did you go up?"
"Sorry, I just wanted to get some sleep. I haven't had the chance to sleep in for quite a while, because, you know." Trish replies, obviously referring to her kids.
Thank goodness she didn't ask any more questions. I wasn't ready to tell her exactly why I got back so late. I sigh to myself as we drive back to the hotel.
I turn on my phone to check the time and see a few notifications. 2 unread text messages and a missed call, all from the same person. I take a subtle glance at Trish, who's focused on the road before sliding my thumb across the screen to reveal the text message.
Hey, can we talk before the HOF tonight? One message reads.
Are you mad at me? Can we please talk about last night? And then the other.
I sigh subconsciously, which catches Trish's attention. "What is it?"
"Oh nothing, just some random scam message or whatever." I lie again.
"Really?" She's obviously not buying it.
"Yeah, really." Thankfully, we arrive at the hotel.
I immediately get out of the car to avoid Trish's questions. She can be pretty nosy at times, but I've gotten used to it over the years.
"There you guys are, hair and make-up's in my room." Torrie Wilson, another of our closest friends, and tonight's newest HOF inductee pulls us to the elevator.
"So, how are you feeling?" I ask.
"Honestly? I feel like I'm going to vomit. I'm so nervous." Trish and I chuckle.
"Don't think about it too much, you're going to do just fine." I assure her.
"Thanks. I'm really glad you guys are here too." Torrie says.
"Is Stacy here?" Trish asks as we reach the 10th floor.
"Yeah, she's in the room with some of the girls." Torrie swings the door open and we follow her inside.
I take a vacant seat as I wait for my turn. My phone light's up as I get another text message.
Are you really not going to respond? You know how persistent I can be. It's from the same person.
Fine. We can talk at the venue before the ceremony starts. Make sure no one sees us.
I hit the send button and my heart starts beating fast for some reason. My mind wanders back to what happened last night.
FLASHBACK
Some of the boys and girls decided to have a few drinks the night before HOF. They all decided to use the room that Seth and Nic aka Dolph are staying in. But as the night progresses, the people disappear one by one. The only ones left are Me, him, Nic, Mandy, Seth and Becky.
"I'm crashing with this lovely lady tonight." Seth points to Becky before they leave the room.
Nic and Mandy left soon after. Somehow I ended up alone in the room with him.
"I guess it's just us now." His deep voice fills my ears as he stands across the room with an almost empty glass in hand.
"Yeah, I think we should go too. Trish might be looking for me." I say as I stand up from the bed.
"Check your phone." He tells me as he starts walking towards me.
I lift my phone and see that there's nothing. My eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"Uh, what about it?" I ask.
"Do you have any missed call or text messages?" He asks as he stops right in front of me.
"No." I say as I look him in the eyes.
"Then Trish isn't looking for you." He comes closer and whispers to my ear.
"Randy, I – " I take a step back. "We can't. You're wiife's probably looking for you. We should head back to our own rooms."
I try to move past him, but he blocks my way. Our eyes meet and tension starts occupying the room. I'm pretty buzzed, but I know I can resist this.
I have to.
Randy bites his lower lip as our eyes remain locked. He moves closer to me and lifts me off of the floor and onto the bed. He goes to the door and locks it and walks back the bed hovering over me.
"Randy, we can't do this." I try to get up but his huge physique is too strong for me, especially with all this alcohol in my system.
He moves his face closer to mine and stops when our noses touch. He lightly brushes his nose on to mine. "Are you sure you don't want to do this?"
My head doesn't want to, but my body's getting weak. "I –"
Before I could get more words out, his lips crashes onto mine and I somehow start kissing him back. All I could think about right now is how much I've missed his lips and his touch.
Our tongues battling for dominance as one of his hands roam my curves. He pulls away for a few seconds and starts undressing me. He takes off my top and throws it on the floor before moving down to slide off my jeans. I kick my shoes on the floor and now I'm left with just my intimates.
He quickly undresses leaving only his underwear before he starts kissing me again. This time, hungrier and more aggressive. We pant for air after every kiss and he moves down to my breasts.
He unclasps my bra and throws it away. I moan as his mouth touches my nipple, while his other hand fondles my other breast. I can't deny it, I really fucking missed this.
He makes his way down to my crotch area, and slides my thong off. He spreads my legs and looks up to me as he slowly moves closer. He teasingly licks my clit as I moan. He's so good at this.
"Fuck, Randy." I blurt out as his tongue explores my wet pussy.
I moan louder as he inserts a finger inside of me and starts pushing it in and out of my entrance while his tongue flicks my clit. "Fuck!" I scream in pleasure as I cling on to the sheets.
He stands up and take of his underwear, revealing his fully erected cock. "Pleasure yourself." He instructs me as he stood in front of the bed.
I rub my finger onto my clit and massage my breast with my other hand as he starts stroking his cock. "You like this?" I tease.
"Fuck, keep going Amy. You're so hot." He grunts as he vigorously strokes himself.
Just when he can no longer handle it, he moves back on top of me and starts kissing me again, before aggressively inserting his hard cock into me. I gasp for air as he pumps in and out of me.
"I fucking missed this." He groans as he continues thrusting. "I'm about to cum."
"Me too." I moan as he releases inside of me and crashes right next to me.
We fall asleep soon after, but a vibrating sound awakens me. My eyes slowly open as I see his phone light up from the pocket of his jean. I slowly get up and to check it. It's his wife.
"Shit." I whisper to myself.
I immediately dress up and leave him sleeping. This was a mistake.
END FLASHBACK
"Amy, you're next." I snap back to reality as Trish calls me from the other side of the room.
After getting our hair and make-up done, Trish and I go back to our hotel room to get ready for the HOF ceremony.
"So, you wanna talk about it?" Trish asks as soon as I shut the door of our hotel room.
"Huh?" I look back at her.
"Come on, Amy. I know when something's up. I've known you for 2 decades. Spill." Trish insists.
"I told you I just have a bad hang over. You would be feeling the same way too if you hadn't left so early." I tease in hopes of changing the subject.
"That's another reason why I didn't stay there." She states as she walks to the closet to collect our gowns. "Now get dressed, we have to be ready in 30 minutes."
"Yes, mom." We laugh it off.
That was close.
When we arrive at the venue for the ceremony, I check my phone immediately. 5 missed calls and 3 text messages.
Where are you?
Are you at the arena already?
Meet me at the back entrance by the parking lot.
"Oh shoot, I forgot something in the car. I'll meet you in our seats, okay?" Not waiting for a response from Trish, I head back.
Where are you? I text Randy.
"Wow, you look amazing." I look up and see him leaning on one of the posts as I approach him.
"I'm sure your wife does too." I try not to entertain his compliment. "So, what do you want to talk about? I have to get back. You know how nosy Trish can be if she notices that I've been out here for too long."
"Why'd you leave just like that?" His smirk disappears.
"You know why." I tell him. "We can't do this anymore, Randy. I don't want to be labelled as a home-wrecker again."
"Then why did you have sex with me? Why did you kiss me?" I can sense the frustration in his voice.
"I – I don't know." I look away.
"Bullshit, Amy. You know exactly why. Do you still love me? Because I do. I still fucking love you." I stop myself from crying as I hear his words.
"You love me?" I scoff. "Are you sure? Then tell me Randy, why'd you get re-married so soon? And so what if I still love you? Do you honestly think that we can still do anything about it?"
I dial back on my frustration and take a deep breath. "Look, regardless of how we feel about each other, there's not much we can do about it now. Last night was a mistake. So let's do ourselves a favor and just keep it to ourselves, okay?"
It broke my heart seeing the look on Randy's face. "I love you, Amy. I never stopped."
"I love you too, Randy. But our time's up." I give him a kiss on the cheek before turning away to head back inside.
A/N: It's been 4 years since my last upload. Wow. Time flies, doesn't it? Anyway, here's a oneshot featuring my number 1 OTP, Randy Orton and Lita. I enjoyed writing this one and I hope you like it too.
I'll try my best to write more. I missed this. Let me know what you guys think about this one.
Xxoo,
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