" Its not that great. It's kinda small."
Christina turned the key in the lock, opening the door and letting Brock in, letting him take a look. " I didnt want to ask Vince for much, so I settled for the cheapest room in the hotel."
Noting the sparsely furnished, yet undeniably feminized hotel room, Brock whistled under his breath. " Remind me not to complain to Vince about my room anymore." He noticed what he just said and balked. " Uh, not that its bad, not at all......Its just that its......small." He tried to sooth his awkward words with a small upturning of his lips.
She smiled at him from taking off her earrings by her dresser and shrugged." Eh, dont worry about it. I know its small, but I gotta count my blessings ya know? Now where is that dog?"
Brock faintly wondered how a dog would be able to stay sane in such a small suite was possible but let it fade away with a smile to himself. Following Christina to the kitchenette in the back of the suite, he found the black labrador sprawled lazily in front of the refridgerator, slowly waking up from recognizing the unfamiliar scent of him.
" Whats his name?" He asked, bending over and running a huge hand over Madison's head, pleased when she whined happily at his rubbing.
" She's a girl- her name's Madison." Christina replied, her head deep in the pantry and searching for something to make for the both of them.
" I have two Labs like her at home in Minnesota. A three year old male that I called Thunder and his four month old son, quite the pick of the litter I gotta say."
Giving up on finding anything in the pantry, she checked the two doored cupboard over the oven/microwave and gave Brock a smile when she heard that he bred her favorite breed of dogs. " Whats the little tyke's name?"
" Zeus."
Christina raised an eyebrow at him. " That's a mighty big name for such a little pup, dontcha think?"
Brock shrugged and crossed his arms, leaning against the counter to allow Christina to look in the fridge for food. " Eh, he'll grow into it. He's got the genetics for it. ' Should grow up to be way bigger than this pretty lil girl right here." He said, bending down once again and scratching Madison behind the ears.
" She's gotta like you, she doesnt like alot of people touching her." Giving him a smile, she turned back to the fridge. " Ok, we've got left over Spaghetti with meatballs, a carton of Chinese take out......eck, you know what? Scratch that. I dont trust this two day old stuff - its dangerous. Alright, well, there's spaghetti and meatballs that I can heat up real quick and I just bought a fresh batch of bread rolls this morning. Is that ok with you?"
" Sure. There anything you want help with?" Brock asked, watching as Christina flitted back and forth through the kitchenette.
" Yeah actually, why dont you heat up the spaghetti and get yourself settled, I gotta take a shower. I must smell real bad."
He smiled," Oh thank God, you finally realized that you were the one that smelled, little girl!"
Pretending to be insulted at his obvious jokingly tone, she pouted." Well, I never! What manners you WWE stars have, or dont have I should say!" Walking back to the bathroom door, Brock could see her shake her head in good humor before closing the door behind her.
' Geez.' He thought relieved, letting out a breath he didnt know he was holding when he was left alone in her suite. ' How awkward was that?!' He knew that she couldnt tell that he was uncomfortable being around her all alone, in her hotel room of all places, but he was giddy inside with being so close to her as he was when he was with her in the kitchen.
Good Lord, he almost fell apart when she bent down in front of him to scope the fridge. He chuckled to himself at the newly discovered willpower to hold himself back as he stuck the plastic container of spaghetti into the microwave, dialing in ten minutes to heat.
Scoping the room, he wandered over to the sliding glass doors and let himself out in the balcony, a tiny square of space alittle larger than a cubical and looked out over the city. The Miami skyline took on an almost serene appearence, the city lights with faint sounds of traffic bringing to him a light feeling of homesickness and he crossed his arms, shuddering a slight chill as a cool breeze grazed over his skin.
' No wonder Rocky boy likes this place so much.' Heck, if he lived in a place like this, he wouldn't be complaining either. It wasn't paradise, far from it, but Brock was instantly attached to it, someplace where you could walk around in the middle of January in shorts and not freeze your rear end off.
With the thought of Rocky boy, Christina came to mind. The same woman was inside at that very moment, taking a shower and he had to bury the images that flashed through his mind at the thought that she was currently naked and had hot, steaming water poured over her entire body not twenty feet away from where he stood.
Ok, fine. So he was slightly attracted to her. It was perfectly normal right? Natural, at the very best. He was a man and she was a woman, it just clicked and it wasnt his fault for reacting like nature intended.......... yea right, reacting more like a hormone-pumped teenager was more like it. One that hasnt set eyes on a feminine creature for ages, for that matter.
He was at a bind. He wasn't really comfortable with the thought of being a one-woman-for-life kinda man, growing up in the times that he had, women and relationships appeared to be as simple as disposeable........ razors. Use them once, throw them in the trash and on to the next one. Over and over again in a sick, self-destructing cycle of loneliness and denial.
Retracing his thoughts, Brock snorted.' Disposeable razors? Where the heck did that come from?' He rolled his eyes to himself and the zany way that he made things easier for him to understand and sighed.
Back onto his thoughts, Brock realized that it was a no- win situation. He had worked too hard to be where he was now in his career to even think of a romantic relationship, much less one that he feared wouldn't last for long once her contract to WWE expired. Brock mentally noted that he hadn't busted his butt for all these years to finally make it in the business and now have a temporary relationship to distract him from achieving what he wanted in life.
So with that final thought, be it cruel and harsh, he shelved that topic away in the deep recess of his mind, never to be thought upon again and went inside.
' Quick shower. Get in, get out, get going.'
Seemed simple enough,right? Yet as she shed her clothes, she couldnt help but look in the mirror at her naked form. Hands on her hips, Christina turned to the side, eyes criticaly grazing over herself. ' Too much over here', she thought, pinching at extra skin on her stomach.
' Need to tone alittle bit......no, make that alot, over here.' She winced at the pinching at the backs of her arms. Turning around, she looked back at her reflection. Well, at least the back of her wasnt THAT bad. Needed some work though, and soon. Rotating around once more, her eyes settled on her breasts. They were large and at least to her, heavy. She declined the notion of getting them reduced, seeing as most of the male species saw that as attractive, at least what she heard. She never stood naked in front of a man, and right now, she was relieved that she hadnt. Not before she could at least get herself fixed up.
The reflection taunted her, the flickering glare of the lights above her pin pointing out some of her less than ideal features and she had to curl a lip in disgust at herself. Who in the world would find her attractive? Heck, compared to some of the other women in the WWE, Christina should just go hole herself up in a cave somewhere and live out the rest of her life as a hermit. God knows she felt like it.
And what about Brock? She had to admit, had she not had the self- control to step away and make an excuse to take a shower, she might have jumped him right there in her kitchen. Throw all his clothes off carelessly and make love to him like there was no tomorrow. Not that she'd know HOW to make love to a man, she'd never done it before.
' Geez, Im so pathetic.' While women her age were using their feminine whiles to seduce anything alive with testosterone, she was here blushing at the mere thought of a man's hands on her.
Not that Brock would ever lay a hand on her.......' Wait, gotta take that back.' Surpressing a grin, she remembered that day on the plane. But just as soon wiped the smile off.' It was just an accident. He yanked his hand away like I burned him'. Great. Just great.
He would never, not even consider....... He was too good for her. Him with his washboard abs and wide, powerful shoulders tempting enough to make her shudder. He was destined to hook up with women like Torrie Wilson, or Trish Stratus, not a nobody and ordinary woman/girl like she was and Christina cringed at the thought.
Sighing, she stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water. Working out the tension in her neck, she had to wonder how his hands would feel on her skin, sliding down her shoulder and grazing her back. Psh, forget about her back, what would it feel like to have him sliding his fingers down her neck and collarbone, reaching the valley between her breasts. She imagined him forgoing them and rubbing his opened palm down along the surface of her stomach to the place where she really, desparately wanted his hands to get to between her legs.
Waking up out of her reverie by her own heavy breathing, Christina shook her head and turned the cold water on full blast. Ignoring the shiver that ran through her spine, she ran through the process of washing her hair and body quickly to get out of the chilling water.
Stepping out of the shower, she gingerly placed her feet on the green shag carpet in the hotel bathroom, mindful not to touch the cold tile floor. The shower curtain clinked as she threw the plastic lining closed and wrapped the towel around her body, picking up her damp hair in a messy updo and clipping it into place.
Wiping the fog from the mirror, she looked herself over again and glanced over to the door when she heard the balcony sliding doors close with a loud thud. Reaching over to lock the door before she began to dry herself, her foot slid in a puddle of water that slipped through the curtain and pooled by the door. Closing her eyes and stiffening up to take the fall, a spasm of white, hot pain burst at her ankle as it twisted to the side, and Christina couldnt help the scream of pain that escaped her throat.
Running to the door at the sound of the thud of her body hitting the floor, Brock rattled the knob to open the door. It was in fact locked and he had to put his face next to the crack of the door. " Christina? Let me in, what happened!?"
" I c-can't!! " Her shaky voice was interrupted with a sob.
" Come on, ' nina. You're going to haveta open the door for me!"
She was overcome by tears, the pain in her ankle unbearable. " It hurts! I cant get u-up..."
" ' nina, sweety, what hurts? I cant help you if the door's locked!" He felt lost, standing by motionlessly on the other side of the door. Taking one glance over it, Brock shook the door." Listen, try to at least move out of the way so I can break the door."
Staring at the door incredulously, as if he could see her expression through the wood, Christina snorted through the pain." Oh, yeah....I'll try."
Hauling herself to the otherside of the bathroom with her arms and nearly going blind with pain, she leaned her head against the wall, ignoring the falling tears. " Ok, clear..."
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Okie dokie. Here's chappie numbero nine and thanx to those really kind and charitable peoples that stayed with me all the way to the end. Please review and we'll see about getting out chapter ten soon. byebye!
Christina turned the key in the lock, opening the door and letting Brock in, letting him take a look. " I didnt want to ask Vince for much, so I settled for the cheapest room in the hotel."
Noting the sparsely furnished, yet undeniably feminized hotel room, Brock whistled under his breath. " Remind me not to complain to Vince about my room anymore." He noticed what he just said and balked. " Uh, not that its bad, not at all......Its just that its......small." He tried to sooth his awkward words with a small upturning of his lips.
She smiled at him from taking off her earrings by her dresser and shrugged." Eh, dont worry about it. I know its small, but I gotta count my blessings ya know? Now where is that dog?"
Brock faintly wondered how a dog would be able to stay sane in such a small suite was possible but let it fade away with a smile to himself. Following Christina to the kitchenette in the back of the suite, he found the black labrador sprawled lazily in front of the refridgerator, slowly waking up from recognizing the unfamiliar scent of him.
" Whats his name?" He asked, bending over and running a huge hand over Madison's head, pleased when she whined happily at his rubbing.
" She's a girl- her name's Madison." Christina replied, her head deep in the pantry and searching for something to make for the both of them.
" I have two Labs like her at home in Minnesota. A three year old male that I called Thunder and his four month old son, quite the pick of the litter I gotta say."
Giving up on finding anything in the pantry, she checked the two doored cupboard over the oven/microwave and gave Brock a smile when she heard that he bred her favorite breed of dogs. " Whats the little tyke's name?"
" Zeus."
Christina raised an eyebrow at him. " That's a mighty big name for such a little pup, dontcha think?"
Brock shrugged and crossed his arms, leaning against the counter to allow Christina to look in the fridge for food. " Eh, he'll grow into it. He's got the genetics for it. ' Should grow up to be way bigger than this pretty lil girl right here." He said, bending down once again and scratching Madison behind the ears.
" She's gotta like you, she doesnt like alot of people touching her." Giving him a smile, she turned back to the fridge. " Ok, we've got left over Spaghetti with meatballs, a carton of Chinese take out......eck, you know what? Scratch that. I dont trust this two day old stuff - its dangerous. Alright, well, there's spaghetti and meatballs that I can heat up real quick and I just bought a fresh batch of bread rolls this morning. Is that ok with you?"
" Sure. There anything you want help with?" Brock asked, watching as Christina flitted back and forth through the kitchenette.
" Yeah actually, why dont you heat up the spaghetti and get yourself settled, I gotta take a shower. I must smell real bad."
He smiled," Oh thank God, you finally realized that you were the one that smelled, little girl!"
Pretending to be insulted at his obvious jokingly tone, she pouted." Well, I never! What manners you WWE stars have, or dont have I should say!" Walking back to the bathroom door, Brock could see her shake her head in good humor before closing the door behind her.
' Geez.' He thought relieved, letting out a breath he didnt know he was holding when he was left alone in her suite. ' How awkward was that?!' He knew that she couldnt tell that he was uncomfortable being around her all alone, in her hotel room of all places, but he was giddy inside with being so close to her as he was when he was with her in the kitchen.
Good Lord, he almost fell apart when she bent down in front of him to scope the fridge. He chuckled to himself at the newly discovered willpower to hold himself back as he stuck the plastic container of spaghetti into the microwave, dialing in ten minutes to heat.
Scoping the room, he wandered over to the sliding glass doors and let himself out in the balcony, a tiny square of space alittle larger than a cubical and looked out over the city. The Miami skyline took on an almost serene appearence, the city lights with faint sounds of traffic bringing to him a light feeling of homesickness and he crossed his arms, shuddering a slight chill as a cool breeze grazed over his skin.
' No wonder Rocky boy likes this place so much.' Heck, if he lived in a place like this, he wouldn't be complaining either. It wasn't paradise, far from it, but Brock was instantly attached to it, someplace where you could walk around in the middle of January in shorts and not freeze your rear end off.
With the thought of Rocky boy, Christina came to mind. The same woman was inside at that very moment, taking a shower and he had to bury the images that flashed through his mind at the thought that she was currently naked and had hot, steaming water poured over her entire body not twenty feet away from where he stood.
Ok, fine. So he was slightly attracted to her. It was perfectly normal right? Natural, at the very best. He was a man and she was a woman, it just clicked and it wasnt his fault for reacting like nature intended.......... yea right, reacting more like a hormone-pumped teenager was more like it. One that hasnt set eyes on a feminine creature for ages, for that matter.
He was at a bind. He wasn't really comfortable with the thought of being a one-woman-for-life kinda man, growing up in the times that he had, women and relationships appeared to be as simple as disposeable........ razors. Use them once, throw them in the trash and on to the next one. Over and over again in a sick, self-destructing cycle of loneliness and denial.
Retracing his thoughts, Brock snorted.' Disposeable razors? Where the heck did that come from?' He rolled his eyes to himself and the zany way that he made things easier for him to understand and sighed.
Back onto his thoughts, Brock realized that it was a no- win situation. He had worked too hard to be where he was now in his career to even think of a romantic relationship, much less one that he feared wouldn't last for long once her contract to WWE expired. Brock mentally noted that he hadn't busted his butt for all these years to finally make it in the business and now have a temporary relationship to distract him from achieving what he wanted in life.
So with that final thought, be it cruel and harsh, he shelved that topic away in the deep recess of his mind, never to be thought upon again and went inside.
' Quick shower. Get in, get out, get going.'
Seemed simple enough,right? Yet as she shed her clothes, she couldnt help but look in the mirror at her naked form. Hands on her hips, Christina turned to the side, eyes criticaly grazing over herself. ' Too much over here', she thought, pinching at extra skin on her stomach.
' Need to tone alittle bit......no, make that alot, over here.' She winced at the pinching at the backs of her arms. Turning around, she looked back at her reflection. Well, at least the back of her wasnt THAT bad. Needed some work though, and soon. Rotating around once more, her eyes settled on her breasts. They were large and at least to her, heavy. She declined the notion of getting them reduced, seeing as most of the male species saw that as attractive, at least what she heard. She never stood naked in front of a man, and right now, she was relieved that she hadnt. Not before she could at least get herself fixed up.
The reflection taunted her, the flickering glare of the lights above her pin pointing out some of her less than ideal features and she had to curl a lip in disgust at herself. Who in the world would find her attractive? Heck, compared to some of the other women in the WWE, Christina should just go hole herself up in a cave somewhere and live out the rest of her life as a hermit. God knows she felt like it.
And what about Brock? She had to admit, had she not had the self- control to step away and make an excuse to take a shower, she might have jumped him right there in her kitchen. Throw all his clothes off carelessly and make love to him like there was no tomorrow. Not that she'd know HOW to make love to a man, she'd never done it before.
' Geez, Im so pathetic.' While women her age were using their feminine whiles to seduce anything alive with testosterone, she was here blushing at the mere thought of a man's hands on her.
Not that Brock would ever lay a hand on her.......' Wait, gotta take that back.' Surpressing a grin, she remembered that day on the plane. But just as soon wiped the smile off.' It was just an accident. He yanked his hand away like I burned him'. Great. Just great.
He would never, not even consider....... He was too good for her. Him with his washboard abs and wide, powerful shoulders tempting enough to make her shudder. He was destined to hook up with women like Torrie Wilson, or Trish Stratus, not a nobody and ordinary woman/girl like she was and Christina cringed at the thought.
Sighing, she stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water. Working out the tension in her neck, she had to wonder how his hands would feel on her skin, sliding down her shoulder and grazing her back. Psh, forget about her back, what would it feel like to have him sliding his fingers down her neck and collarbone, reaching the valley between her breasts. She imagined him forgoing them and rubbing his opened palm down along the surface of her stomach to the place where she really, desparately wanted his hands to get to between her legs.
Waking up out of her reverie by her own heavy breathing, Christina shook her head and turned the cold water on full blast. Ignoring the shiver that ran through her spine, she ran through the process of washing her hair and body quickly to get out of the chilling water.
Stepping out of the shower, she gingerly placed her feet on the green shag carpet in the hotel bathroom, mindful not to touch the cold tile floor. The shower curtain clinked as she threw the plastic lining closed and wrapped the towel around her body, picking up her damp hair in a messy updo and clipping it into place.
Wiping the fog from the mirror, she looked herself over again and glanced over to the door when she heard the balcony sliding doors close with a loud thud. Reaching over to lock the door before she began to dry herself, her foot slid in a puddle of water that slipped through the curtain and pooled by the door. Closing her eyes and stiffening up to take the fall, a spasm of white, hot pain burst at her ankle as it twisted to the side, and Christina couldnt help the scream of pain that escaped her throat.
Running to the door at the sound of the thud of her body hitting the floor, Brock rattled the knob to open the door. It was in fact locked and he had to put his face next to the crack of the door. " Christina? Let me in, what happened!?"
" I c-can't!! " Her shaky voice was interrupted with a sob.
" Come on, ' nina. You're going to haveta open the door for me!"
She was overcome by tears, the pain in her ankle unbearable. " It hurts! I cant get u-up..."
" ' nina, sweety, what hurts? I cant help you if the door's locked!" He felt lost, standing by motionlessly on the other side of the door. Taking one glance over it, Brock shook the door." Listen, try to at least move out of the way so I can break the door."
Staring at the door incredulously, as if he could see her expression through the wood, Christina snorted through the pain." Oh, yeah....I'll try."
Hauling herself to the otherside of the bathroom with her arms and nearly going blind with pain, she leaned her head against the wall, ignoring the falling tears. " Ok, clear..."
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Okie dokie. Here's chappie numbero nine and thanx to those really kind and charitable peoples that stayed with me all the way to the end. Please review and we'll see about getting out chapter ten soon. byebye!
