A/N - So now you know its Stacy Kiebler. I do actually like her, I dunno
why but I feel she is a little misunderstood (That and I like my pairing)
and I like to show her smart, yet sensitive side. And I think she will open
up a few nice twists. Anyway if you still like it keep reviewing please!
Otherwise I my feelings will be hurt!
I'm laying in the bed, his head is resting on my chest, his breath coming in regular shallow rises of his chest. He looks so sweet, almost innocent and its times like this I feel everything is worth it. I take this quiet contemplation time to gaze round the room. As you can probably tell I love to study my surroundings, I love to criticise or compliment the job that people have done. The ruby and gold theme runs in the room but it is made more digestible. The bed is fourposter and the posts are thick and have gilt patterns but they a dull deep gold instead of the vile shiny colour from the stairs. The covers are red velvet (not crushed) and the pillows match. All the furniture is just a plain deep wood, or marble. I run a hand over the bed enjoying the texture, closing my eyes and feeling my way over the contours of his body, encased in the smooth soft texture and my mind dances. Not many people appreciate their senses as much as they should, and I do. I use all my sense to guide me, not just my sight. The man laying next to me is the first lover I've had who even begins to understand what I find sensual and that's why I'm with him. Because as much as I insult and dislike him as a person he has grasped a difficult concept, that being variety and experimentation.
The next time I saw him he came over and begun a conversation, admittedly a boring one but I didn't care because it was him conducting it. When we finished Glen came over to talk to me and I knew that he was watching as I teased and joked with Glen. When Glen had left, he looked at me and said "You have a beautiful smile, you know" "Thanks" I blushed "No I mean it, it should be seen more often" I looked at him confused, not understanding if he was being weird or flirty but I came down on the side of flirty as he shot me that sexy smile to die for. It gave me butterflies I wanted nothing more than for his beautiful warm lips to caress mine but I doubted it would ever happen. I felt a hand round my waist and saw it was Vince turning me round. "Stacy, I need to speak to you, can you go wait in my office?" "Yes, Mr McMahon" I sigh and wonder off. I don't bother thinking about why he wants me there, it will be about cutting a promo or something, so I trudge there feeling depressed that I was dragged away from him. I find Vince's office and sit in his leather swivel chair. I hate leather chairs, although I love t he smell of leather, the texture of it is too plasticy for me, all slippery and its always either sticky or icy, depending on the weather. I watch the door waiting for Vince but minutes pass without him entering. I turn the chair around so I'm facing the wall, and I close my eyes, imagining myself sat in a deep, velvety chair, disappearing into its rich folds and thick padding. I'm so engrossed with my dream chair, that I don't hear the sound of the door opening or footsteps behind me. The first thing I notice is the movement of my chair, as I'm spun round to face the door (which is now closed) and I see a male figure in front me, but it isn't Vince. His golden brown face has a sexy smirk stretched across it, he leans onto the desk his strong supple arms are taut as his hands carry his weight that is leant on the desk. His torso covered with a short sleeved white shirt, his legs disappearing beneath the desk. I look at him, staring in wonder as he just looks down at me, finally I managed to say "Where's Vince?" "I don't know, nor do I care" he says simply, taking my hand and leading me from the chair and around to him, where he placed one arm round my waist, using the other to tilt my face to him. Cockily, without a hint of fear of rejection, he gently dropped a chaste kiss on my lips, then drew back, waiting for me to push it further, which I did passionately. I wonder if he would take me there, on Vince's desk but luckily he didn't choosing instead to take me back to his hotel. The show had finished and most of the staff and rosta had left already so we got back to his car without seeing a single soul. When we pulled up at the hotel I followed him to the room. Looking back I can't believe how submissive I was in just allowing myself to be led god knows where by him, but the again who wouldn't trust The Peoples Champ?
I'm laying in the bed, his head is resting on my chest, his breath coming in regular shallow rises of his chest. He looks so sweet, almost innocent and its times like this I feel everything is worth it. I take this quiet contemplation time to gaze round the room. As you can probably tell I love to study my surroundings, I love to criticise or compliment the job that people have done. The ruby and gold theme runs in the room but it is made more digestible. The bed is fourposter and the posts are thick and have gilt patterns but they a dull deep gold instead of the vile shiny colour from the stairs. The covers are red velvet (not crushed) and the pillows match. All the furniture is just a plain deep wood, or marble. I run a hand over the bed enjoying the texture, closing my eyes and feeling my way over the contours of his body, encased in the smooth soft texture and my mind dances. Not many people appreciate their senses as much as they should, and I do. I use all my sense to guide me, not just my sight. The man laying next to me is the first lover I've had who even begins to understand what I find sensual and that's why I'm with him. Because as much as I insult and dislike him as a person he has grasped a difficult concept, that being variety and experimentation.
The next time I saw him he came over and begun a conversation, admittedly a boring one but I didn't care because it was him conducting it. When we finished Glen came over to talk to me and I knew that he was watching as I teased and joked with Glen. When Glen had left, he looked at me and said "You have a beautiful smile, you know" "Thanks" I blushed "No I mean it, it should be seen more often" I looked at him confused, not understanding if he was being weird or flirty but I came down on the side of flirty as he shot me that sexy smile to die for. It gave me butterflies I wanted nothing more than for his beautiful warm lips to caress mine but I doubted it would ever happen. I felt a hand round my waist and saw it was Vince turning me round. "Stacy, I need to speak to you, can you go wait in my office?" "Yes, Mr McMahon" I sigh and wonder off. I don't bother thinking about why he wants me there, it will be about cutting a promo or something, so I trudge there feeling depressed that I was dragged away from him. I find Vince's office and sit in his leather swivel chair. I hate leather chairs, although I love t he smell of leather, the texture of it is too plasticy for me, all slippery and its always either sticky or icy, depending on the weather. I watch the door waiting for Vince but minutes pass without him entering. I turn the chair around so I'm facing the wall, and I close my eyes, imagining myself sat in a deep, velvety chair, disappearing into its rich folds and thick padding. I'm so engrossed with my dream chair, that I don't hear the sound of the door opening or footsteps behind me. The first thing I notice is the movement of my chair, as I'm spun round to face the door (which is now closed) and I see a male figure in front me, but it isn't Vince. His golden brown face has a sexy smirk stretched across it, he leans onto the desk his strong supple arms are taut as his hands carry his weight that is leant on the desk. His torso covered with a short sleeved white shirt, his legs disappearing beneath the desk. I look at him, staring in wonder as he just looks down at me, finally I managed to say "Where's Vince?" "I don't know, nor do I care" he says simply, taking my hand and leading me from the chair and around to him, where he placed one arm round my waist, using the other to tilt my face to him. Cockily, without a hint of fear of rejection, he gently dropped a chaste kiss on my lips, then drew back, waiting for me to push it further, which I did passionately. I wonder if he would take me there, on Vince's desk but luckily he didn't choosing instead to take me back to his hotel. The show had finished and most of the staff and rosta had left already so we got back to his car without seeing a single soul. When we pulled up at the hotel I followed him to the room. Looking back I can't believe how submissive I was in just allowing myself to be led god knows where by him, but the again who wouldn't trust The Peoples Champ?
