A/N: Still own nothing. FF.net still not letting me upload this at the
speed I want. Also, I forgot to mention before: ROCK ON! ^_^
Chapter 2:
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The cold shower did little douse his anger, but at least he had kind of stopped thinking about Stacy. Kind of. The last time he had seen her was at the last ECW show. She and Dawn Marie were fighting over something. A comb, a stick of lipstick, maybe even a man, Rhyno wasn't sure. But, when he walked by Stacy stopped glaring daggers at Dawn Marie and smiled sweetly at him and waved cheerfully. And then went back to calling Dawn Marie a bitch.
Ah, the mysterious femme fatale known to the world as Stacy Keibler.
"What da fuck..." Speak of the temptress herself.
Stacy Keibler was sleeping on his bed.
Rhyno's eyebrow rose.
Stacy Keibler was sleeping on his bed in lingerie. Very sexy lingerie. Very, very sexy lingerie that made Rhyno's body almost instantly respond.
"Shit, and I just took a cold shower," he muttered. "All right, this is weird..." he said as he moved closer to the bed. "Why is she not moving? I'm not exactly the most quietest..." he trailed off as he saw a note next to Stacy. He shrugged and reached over to pick it up.
A present for you. So sorry about the belt. Talk to you soon.
Shane McMahon.
Realization dawned on Rhyno's face. "Of all the low down dirty..." he muttered darkly. Shane McMahon wanted him to have sex with Stacy! Now it's not like the idea hadn't flown through Rhyno's head --more then once, he'll be the first to admit-- but, that was on his own terms. Not with her like this! Not with her probably unconscious! "That would explain the slight bump on the top of her head..." he mumbled.
He hesitantly, yet gently, put his hand in her hair to push some of the shimmering gold off of her angelic face.
He muttered quietly, thinking out loud again, "Well, I guess she ain't waking up anytime soon..." he shrugged slightly, his hair falling in waves on his naked shoulders. He searched around in his bag and found a pair of boxers. Usually he slept in the nude-probably living up to his 'man beast' nickname, but he figured since there was only one bed in the room and his back was too screwed up to sleep on the bed, he was just going to have to share the bed with her. And, putting on clothes would be the smartest thing to do in case Stacy should happen to wake up before he could explain himself. Having him naked, wouldn't be one of the best things for him to be.
After putting on his boxers, he went back to Stacy and put his arms gently under her back so he could easily pick her light body up off of the top of the covers, to underneath them. He got in on the other side of the bed, kissing the top of Stacy's head before falling into an exhausted slumber.
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Chapter 2:
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The cold shower did little douse his anger, but at least he had kind of stopped thinking about Stacy. Kind of. The last time he had seen her was at the last ECW show. She and Dawn Marie were fighting over something. A comb, a stick of lipstick, maybe even a man, Rhyno wasn't sure. But, when he walked by Stacy stopped glaring daggers at Dawn Marie and smiled sweetly at him and waved cheerfully. And then went back to calling Dawn Marie a bitch.
Ah, the mysterious femme fatale known to the world as Stacy Keibler.
"What da fuck..." Speak of the temptress herself.
Stacy Keibler was sleeping on his bed.
Rhyno's eyebrow rose.
Stacy Keibler was sleeping on his bed in lingerie. Very sexy lingerie. Very, very sexy lingerie that made Rhyno's body almost instantly respond.
"Shit, and I just took a cold shower," he muttered. "All right, this is weird..." he said as he moved closer to the bed. "Why is she not moving? I'm not exactly the most quietest..." he trailed off as he saw a note next to Stacy. He shrugged and reached over to pick it up.
A present for you. So sorry about the belt. Talk to you soon.
Shane McMahon.
Realization dawned on Rhyno's face. "Of all the low down dirty..." he muttered darkly. Shane McMahon wanted him to have sex with Stacy! Now it's not like the idea hadn't flown through Rhyno's head --more then once, he'll be the first to admit-- but, that was on his own terms. Not with her like this! Not with her probably unconscious! "That would explain the slight bump on the top of her head..." he mumbled.
He hesitantly, yet gently, put his hand in her hair to push some of the shimmering gold off of her angelic face.
He muttered quietly, thinking out loud again, "Well, I guess she ain't waking up anytime soon..." he shrugged slightly, his hair falling in waves on his naked shoulders. He searched around in his bag and found a pair of boxers. Usually he slept in the nude-probably living up to his 'man beast' nickname, but he figured since there was only one bed in the room and his back was too screwed up to sleep on the bed, he was just going to have to share the bed with her. And, putting on clothes would be the smartest thing to do in case Stacy should happen to wake up before he could explain himself. Having him naked, wouldn't be one of the best things for him to be.
After putting on his boxers, he went back to Stacy and put his arms gently under her back so he could easily pick her light body up off of the top of the covers, to underneath them. He got in on the other side of the bed, kissing the top of Stacy's head before falling into an exhausted slumber.
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