Title: Justifying The Means
Author: Rachel
E-mail: Edgechick816@aol.com
Disclaimer: Damn you Vince, I don't own a thing, if you sue me all I'll get is a $100 bucks and some outdated tickets to one of YOUR show, so leave me alone. However, the idea is mine
Distribution: Ask first
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: August 01, during the Invasion.
Summary: She was a WWF spy and he wasn't part of the plan.
Notes: I thought I'd give this one a spin and see how It does.
She was a WWF spy, he was Alliance through and through, how the hell was this supposed to work? Her job was simple; get in, get the info and watch the bastards fall. That was the plan. Take them out from the inside, cut them off at the knees, hit them where it hurts the most. He wasn't part of the plan.
But she had him now.
She shifted where she lay, his arms around her waist, cradling her against him. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, she wasn't supposed to fall for him, she was using him, or at least it started out that way. She'd tried to seduce him, playing up her sexy flirty side, tossing her hair and shaking her hips with the best of them.
He saw right through her.
Damn him for seeing through her bullshit, for wanting to know the real her, for not believing she was the blonde ditz everyone thought she was. She wasn't supposed to get butterflies every time he walked in a room, or melt every time his lips touched her, but she did. Damn his sexy voice and smiles, the smell of his cologne, the way he made her feel when he held her; like there was nothing in the world that mattered but them. It didn't matter now, she knew it was too late, she couldn't leave him.
Another secret she had to keep.
She could have kicked herself, being a spy and lying about it was one thing, it was part of her job, she had to, but this... This was different. Stephanie had a fondness for the man lying beside her and what the Billion Dollar Princess wants, the Billion Dollar Princess gets, or so she thinks. If Stephanie or Shane ever found out about them, they would both be going through tables faster than Steph could spread her legs for the next available man.
She sighed softly, resting her head against his bare chest as she ran her fingers over the defined line of his abs. God, this was foolish, the shit was going to hit the fan and was going to hit soon. When it did, he was going to be right in the middle of it if she didn't do something, but how was she going to explain being a WWF spy? Then he really would think that she was using him.
But she couldn't use him, not now, not even if she tried. He was one of the only sweet guys in the whole Alliance, in fact, one of the sweetest guys she'd ever met; and he's fallen for her. The real her. Not the girl in the too short skirts and knee high boots. No, not him, he'd fallen for the girl in jeans and sweats, the smart girl behind the blonde hair, the one that leaves the cap off the toothpaste and steals his shirts to sleep in, that's who he loved. Except who she was to him was a lie.
She felt his hand run softly over her hair. She broke from thoughts, looking up to met his light blue eyes in the dim hotel room light.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice was deep and husky, his tone was naturally soft.
She shrugged, "Nothing, just us, I guess." She had to stop for rolling her eyes at herself, 'Nothing' there's the fucking understatement of the year.' she thought.
He moved closer to her, pressing his forehead against hers, "Once this whole thing is over we won't have to hide anymore, we can just be together." His voice held so much conviction she almost believed him. She wanted to believe him, it hurt her heart to know the truth. If only he wasn't so damn committed to the Alliance, or maybe if she wasn't to the WWF.
"I guess you're right."
"Trust me babe, you and I can get through anything together." he said stroking her cheek with his thumb. Then, lifting her chin, he pulled her into intoxicating kiss. And Stacy Keibler, for the moment, push her troubles aside, giving her full attention to the kiss and the sensations he brought out. He pulled backs breaking the kiss, meeting her eyes again as he brushed the hair off her forehead. "Everything will be ok, I promise." She just nodded as he held her close. She rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and praying that Randy Orton didn't break his promises.
A/N: Honestly, I don't think there are not enough Stacy/Randy fics in the world, but tell me what you think, like it, love it, want more. My muses like reviews. :)
Author: Rachel
E-mail: Edgechick816@aol.com
Disclaimer: Damn you Vince, I don't own a thing, if you sue me all I'll get is a $100 bucks and some outdated tickets to one of YOUR show, so leave me alone. However, the idea is mine
Distribution: Ask first
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: August 01, during the Invasion.
Summary: She was a WWF spy and he wasn't part of the plan.
Notes: I thought I'd give this one a spin and see how It does.
She was a WWF spy, he was Alliance through and through, how the hell was this supposed to work? Her job was simple; get in, get the info and watch the bastards fall. That was the plan. Take them out from the inside, cut them off at the knees, hit them where it hurts the most. He wasn't part of the plan.
But she had him now.
She shifted where she lay, his arms around her waist, cradling her against him. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, she wasn't supposed to fall for him, she was using him, or at least it started out that way. She'd tried to seduce him, playing up her sexy flirty side, tossing her hair and shaking her hips with the best of them.
He saw right through her.
Damn him for seeing through her bullshit, for wanting to know the real her, for not believing she was the blonde ditz everyone thought she was. She wasn't supposed to get butterflies every time he walked in a room, or melt every time his lips touched her, but she did. Damn his sexy voice and smiles, the smell of his cologne, the way he made her feel when he held her; like there was nothing in the world that mattered but them. It didn't matter now, she knew it was too late, she couldn't leave him.
Another secret she had to keep.
She could have kicked herself, being a spy and lying about it was one thing, it was part of her job, she had to, but this... This was different. Stephanie had a fondness for the man lying beside her and what the Billion Dollar Princess wants, the Billion Dollar Princess gets, or so she thinks. If Stephanie or Shane ever found out about them, they would both be going through tables faster than Steph could spread her legs for the next available man.
She sighed softly, resting her head against his bare chest as she ran her fingers over the defined line of his abs. God, this was foolish, the shit was going to hit the fan and was going to hit soon. When it did, he was going to be right in the middle of it if she didn't do something, but how was she going to explain being a WWF spy? Then he really would think that she was using him.
But she couldn't use him, not now, not even if she tried. He was one of the only sweet guys in the whole Alliance, in fact, one of the sweetest guys she'd ever met; and he's fallen for her. The real her. Not the girl in the too short skirts and knee high boots. No, not him, he'd fallen for the girl in jeans and sweats, the smart girl behind the blonde hair, the one that leaves the cap off the toothpaste and steals his shirts to sleep in, that's who he loved. Except who she was to him was a lie.
She felt his hand run softly over her hair. She broke from thoughts, looking up to met his light blue eyes in the dim hotel room light.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice was deep and husky, his tone was naturally soft.
She shrugged, "Nothing, just us, I guess." She had to stop for rolling her eyes at herself, 'Nothing' there's the fucking understatement of the year.' she thought.
He moved closer to her, pressing his forehead against hers, "Once this whole thing is over we won't have to hide anymore, we can just be together." His voice held so much conviction she almost believed him. She wanted to believe him, it hurt her heart to know the truth. If only he wasn't so damn committed to the Alliance, or maybe if she wasn't to the WWF.
"I guess you're right."
"Trust me babe, you and I can get through anything together." he said stroking her cheek with his thumb. Then, lifting her chin, he pulled her into intoxicating kiss. And Stacy Keibler, for the moment, push her troubles aside, giving her full attention to the kiss and the sensations he brought out. He pulled backs breaking the kiss, meeting her eyes again as he brushed the hair off her forehead. "Everything will be ok, I promise." She just nodded as he held her close. She rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and praying that Randy Orton didn't break his promises.
A/N: Honestly, I don't think there are not enough Stacy/Randy fics in the world, but tell me what you think, like it, love it, want more. My muses like reviews. :)