The first time I met him was his first night back after an injury. It was
just my like to join when he was out. Truth be told, It depressed me, I
spent so long waiting, it didn't seem fair that I had to wait longer. But,
when I heard he was coming back I made a huge effort. Not to the ring, I
wore what I always did, backstage however, I wore what I knew he liked, a
sexy casual, in simple colours with no pretence, just like I was dressed as
I always did. Unfortunately I didn't see him until moments before he went
out, it was worth it though. As we passed he gave me a gorgeous smile,
almost a smirk but more sincere than that. I was on cloud nine for a week.
I had to be because I barely saw him for a fortnight. Then we both got
injured on the same night and were sat together waiting for EMT's. We'd
talked as we waited for them and the next time I saw him he asked if I
wanted to join his 'group' for a drink. His 'group' was just three people
and as I liked them all I accepted. He was good to his word and soon we
were all going out once a week. It would have been more often but my other
friends 'team Xtreme' etc. wanted me after RAW's.
I loved spending time with him, just being close to him was enough and as time wore on we spent more and more time together, enjoying each others company. Before shows I would often go find him, ask his opinion on my outfit, to which he would laughingly compliment. He always gave positive answers but I thought he was just being nice.
As we got closer, people started to notice and make comments. It always annoyed him how everyone assumed we were sleeping together just because we were friends. I always calmed him, explaining little it mattered. Not that he listened though. He was convinced his wife would hear about it and get suspicious, despite the fact that regularly she accompanied us to the pub or just sat in the locker room so she knew how close we were. Once I asked Amy why every one was so suspicious about our relationship, even more than others. What she told me kinda clarified, yet intrigued me.
"Well, its not you, its him. He's never been big on having close friends, just about six of them who he has known over five years. You've come along and in a few months probably know more about him than they do. Its strange as apart from his wife your the only women he associates with. His only female friend.
One night everything changed. He came to my room at about midnight, wanting to talk. Always eager to see him I let him, ignoring my more than slightly revealing night-dress. He seemed to ignore it too, as he walked in and slumped onto my bed almost in tears. Seems his wife was drifting away from him and he was scared of losing her. I couldn't understand why anyone would drift away from him, or why he hadn't told me before. I should have asked him but I couldn't not wanting to seem immature, which was all to easy to a man nearly fifteen years my senior. I just listened to him say how she was always at the shows but never with him. He was quick to rule out an affair on the grounds she wasn't like that but she seemed to caught up in hjer career.
It was like opening a huge can of worms when he started on about her career. Out came tales I'd never heard before, about his parents, his last wife, and as he progressed even friends who had put work before him. He was so upset, yet he never shed a tear, didn't even seem like he wanted to. Then as he contemplated all this loss, he looked at me, staring into my eyes as he said 'Your the only person whose never put their career over me'
It was such a self pitying remark yet it was so heartfelt and genuine that it was powerful. I gazed back at him and told him I would never do that to him and he seemed momentarily cheered. Then, slowly he bent his head towards mine and our lips touched, fleetingly yet it said so much. I felt everything I'd ever felt about him beating inside me as I slipped my hand behind his head, entangling his hair in my fingers, and pulling him close for another deeper, more passionate kiss. One that took my breath away as he responded strongly. I gently pulled back and studied his face, taking the yearning and want in his eyes as reassurance before he captured my lips once more.
All those months of hard work paid off, I got my man that night. And it was fantastic. Better than any of my many fantasies. He was a strong, yet caring lover and gentleman, Lady first but I more than repaid him. As I lay in his arms after I felt my world had come together and I would be forever happy. I remained awake nearly all night, listening and feeling the rhythm of his breath and his heartbeat. This lack of sleep caught up with me and when I finally slept I didn't wake till late in the morning. When I did regain my conscious he was sat at the end of the bed watching me. "You look so beautiful when you sleep" he almost whispered. I smiled at him. "I don't know why you play such a macho badass in the show when your such a beautiful sweet person." I told him to which he replied "Yes you do" again I smiled but I noticed that he didn't. "What's wrong?" I asked worriedly
"I'm just thinking about last night" "You don't regret it do you?" "No, but, what am I gonna do? You know how much I love her, I could never leave her but I don't want to lose you!" "Then don't, have us both" "No, you deserve better than that!" Wordlessly I rose and walked over to him and sat on his lap, still not saying anything I kissed him, pushing against him so he was unable to protest. He threw me onto the bed and stared at me a moment before saying "not now" then he rose and begun to pace. Finally I told him to leave, he needed alone time and so did I.
"Are you sure Trish?" "Yeah sweetie now go" He gave me one last half smile before he left.
I loved spending time with him, just being close to him was enough and as time wore on we spent more and more time together, enjoying each others company. Before shows I would often go find him, ask his opinion on my outfit, to which he would laughingly compliment. He always gave positive answers but I thought he was just being nice.
As we got closer, people started to notice and make comments. It always annoyed him how everyone assumed we were sleeping together just because we were friends. I always calmed him, explaining little it mattered. Not that he listened though. He was convinced his wife would hear about it and get suspicious, despite the fact that regularly she accompanied us to the pub or just sat in the locker room so she knew how close we were. Once I asked Amy why every one was so suspicious about our relationship, even more than others. What she told me kinda clarified, yet intrigued me.
"Well, its not you, its him. He's never been big on having close friends, just about six of them who he has known over five years. You've come along and in a few months probably know more about him than they do. Its strange as apart from his wife your the only women he associates with. His only female friend.
One night everything changed. He came to my room at about midnight, wanting to talk. Always eager to see him I let him, ignoring my more than slightly revealing night-dress. He seemed to ignore it too, as he walked in and slumped onto my bed almost in tears. Seems his wife was drifting away from him and he was scared of losing her. I couldn't understand why anyone would drift away from him, or why he hadn't told me before. I should have asked him but I couldn't not wanting to seem immature, which was all to easy to a man nearly fifteen years my senior. I just listened to him say how she was always at the shows but never with him. He was quick to rule out an affair on the grounds she wasn't like that but she seemed to caught up in hjer career.
It was like opening a huge can of worms when he started on about her career. Out came tales I'd never heard before, about his parents, his last wife, and as he progressed even friends who had put work before him. He was so upset, yet he never shed a tear, didn't even seem like he wanted to. Then as he contemplated all this loss, he looked at me, staring into my eyes as he said 'Your the only person whose never put their career over me'
It was such a self pitying remark yet it was so heartfelt and genuine that it was powerful. I gazed back at him and told him I would never do that to him and he seemed momentarily cheered. Then, slowly he bent his head towards mine and our lips touched, fleetingly yet it said so much. I felt everything I'd ever felt about him beating inside me as I slipped my hand behind his head, entangling his hair in my fingers, and pulling him close for another deeper, more passionate kiss. One that took my breath away as he responded strongly. I gently pulled back and studied his face, taking the yearning and want in his eyes as reassurance before he captured my lips once more.
All those months of hard work paid off, I got my man that night. And it was fantastic. Better than any of my many fantasies. He was a strong, yet caring lover and gentleman, Lady first but I more than repaid him. As I lay in his arms after I felt my world had come together and I would be forever happy. I remained awake nearly all night, listening and feeling the rhythm of his breath and his heartbeat. This lack of sleep caught up with me and when I finally slept I didn't wake till late in the morning. When I did regain my conscious he was sat at the end of the bed watching me. "You look so beautiful when you sleep" he almost whispered. I smiled at him. "I don't know why you play such a macho badass in the show when your such a beautiful sweet person." I told him to which he replied "Yes you do" again I smiled but I noticed that he didn't. "What's wrong?" I asked worriedly
"I'm just thinking about last night" "You don't regret it do you?" "No, but, what am I gonna do? You know how much I love her, I could never leave her but I don't want to lose you!" "Then don't, have us both" "No, you deserve better than that!" Wordlessly I rose and walked over to him and sat on his lap, still not saying anything I kissed him, pushing against him so he was unable to protest. He threw me onto the bed and stared at me a moment before saying "not now" then he rose and begun to pace. Finally I told him to leave, he needed alone time and so did I.
"Are you sure Trish?" "Yeah sweetie now go" He gave me one last half smile before he left.