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Chapter thirty-eight
Kevin stirred in his sleep, his breath shuddering out of him as his dream took on an intensely sensual nature. He squirmed about a bit and frowned, his brain trying to analyse what it was he was feeling. Whatever it was, it felt damn good. As he drifted through layers of sleep, the feelings suddenly clarified until there was absolutely no doubt what it was he was experiencing. Cracking his eyelids he looked down to find Lenny running her tongue up his shaft, tapping it lightly against the vein there, and then swirling it around the head. He groaned and moved his hips upwards imploringly, wondering how long she'd been at it because he felt ready to explode. "Lenny..."
She lifted her head and gave him a smile, her eyes alight with mischief. "Good morning! Told you I could get you up, didn't I?"
He went to speak and then groaned loudly, his speech deserting him when she closed her mouth over him again and gave a slow suck, her tongue tickling him just as she drew back.
"You know," she murmured, running her hand up and down his length, "I've discovered that you're really sensitive just here." Her tongue darted out and flicked over the vein that ran up the underside of his shaft, making him moan again and squirm. "Mmm, real sensitive."
"Jesus, woman, you're gonna kill me! You've become a monster!" he groaned, gasping in a breath when she enclosed him in hot moistness again and sucked strongly. Then she let him slip out of her mouth and sat up, stretching.
"Well, if I'm a monster, then I guess I'd better go?" she murmured, smiling sweetly at him and moving to get off the bed.
"Go?!" he growled, grabbing her and preventing her from going anywhere. "You get me like this and think you can just go? Nuh-uh baby, you ain't leaving yet!"
"I'm not? But...whatever will we do with the hour before Scott arrives?"
"The hour before...? You woke me up at eight in the morning?" he asked incredulously.
"Well, I didn't know you'd wake up so soon," she murmured, tracing circles on his chest and moving towards one nipple.
"With you sucking me? Hell, of course I was gonna wake up!" he growled at her, pulling her over him until she was straddling his hips. "And now you're gonna pay!" He positioned her and then tugged down on her hips until he began to sink inside her, pleased to find her wet and ready for him. Another groan sounded as he felt her take him completely and her soft weight settle on him.
"Mmm, I like the way you make me pay," she murmured, smiling like the cat who got the cream.
Kevin opened his eyes and looked at her, cocking one eyebrow. "You're a wanton hussy, you realise?"
"You made me this way! Don't go complaining now," she said, biting her lip as she began moving on him.
"Oh, babygirl, I ain't complaining," he groaned, holding her hips and guiding her movements, his eyes watching her every expression with awe. "Faster," he instructed her, looking at the way her breasts jiggled about and moving his hands up to cup them.
Lenny frowned, biting her lip in concentration as she tried to move fast enough to satisfy them both. She gasped as he thrust upwards obligingly and went deeper still, making her arch backwards until her hair brushed across his legs. "Kevin, I can't....oh my....it's not enough..." she stammered, opening her eyes and staring at him dazedly.
"It's okay, baby," he whispered, grabbing her tight against him and rolling them so she was beneath him. "I can help out." He smiled and bent to drop a kiss on her lips and then started thrusting into her, his movements deep and strong.
She instantly moaned, her hips arching upwards to drive him on, her whole face screwing up with the force of feeling rushing through her. Kevin managed to control himself long enough to watch her climax overtake her, and he was fascinated with the expression on her face right at the moment her muscles clenched tightly around him. Seconds later he pushed hard inside her and held himself there, bursts of pleasure raking his body as he joined her.
"That just keeps getting better and better," he mumbled, his head buried in the pillow next to her head as he calmed down. "You realise I'm gonna pay you back?"
"You said that this was payback!"
"Yeah, but you enjoyed it too much, so now I'll have to think of something else."
"But....you enjoyed it too!"
"True," he murmured, chuckling. "Just look out, sweetiepie, because tomorrow morning I'm gonna be the one waking you up."
"You are?" she asked him, smiling as she stroked his shoulders.
"Mmm-hmm. It's my turn to play," he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. "You can tell me again now, if you like," he continued, changing the subject abruptly.
Lenny smiled, her eyes closed as she calmed down. "Tell you what?" she asked, even though she knew very well what he wanted.
"You know what," he growled, his arms wrapping around her tightly and giving her a squeeze.
"Okay, okay!" she squealed, giggling when he drew back and looked down at her menacingly. "I can't tell you if you're looking at me like you want to kill me."
"Try," he told her, narrowing his eyes and waiting.
Lenny sighed and gazed up at him, loving everything about him. Her hand lifted and stroked through his short hair. "I love you."
The next moment he was kissing her tenderly and she relaxed, sinking into it easily. He hadn't yet said the words to her, and she had a seed of uncertainty about his true feelings. But she didn't want to push it. For now, she would simply enjoy being with him.
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Lenny had just pulled her clothes on after a shower when someone knocked on the door, and she walked out of the bedroom into the living area, her hairbrush in her hand. Cracking the door open, she smiled when she saw the large figure of Scott Hall standing there impatiently.
"Hey," she said, pulling the door open all the way and waving him in. "Kevin's in the shower, but he won't be long. I've got coffee on the go if you want some?"
Scott's dark eyes swept over the room and settled back on her, and he grinned. "Coffee would be great, thanks. So, you managed to wake him up then? Kev does hate early mornings."
Lenny went into the kitchen area and busied herself with the coffee, thankful that he wouldn't see her blush. "Yeah, I managed to wake him up," she agreed, smiling to herself. She carried the mug of coffee back to Scott and handed it to him before using the brush to straighten out her long, damp hair.
"Where's mine?" Kevin asked petulantly as he came out of the bedroom. He was wearing jeans and nothing else, and Lenny feasted her eyes on the sight of him.
"Eww, Christ, couldn't you put some clothes on first?" Scott grumbled, wincing as he looked at Kevin's naked torso. "There's a sight I didn't miss."
"You're just jealous," Kevin said, grinning.
"With a body like mine? God himself would want something this fantastic, and besides..."
"Ah, geez, don't start! It's too early!" Kevin complained, throwing himself down on the sofa and yawning, his eyes lighting up when Lenny handed him a coffee of his own. He took the cup with one hand and pulled her onto his lap with the other, sighing contentedly when she relaxed against him and kissed his collar bone.
Scott watched them and smiled, pleased that his friend was so happy. His eyes drifted to the kitchen and he frowned. "Where's breakfast then?"
"You're drinking it," Kevin told him, shooting him an evil smirk.
"I got up early and came here for this?" he asked, frowning.
"Actually, you're the one that stipulated the time, so you can't blame us for that," Kevin pointed out. "As for the food....well, we haven't got any. I sort of forgot about that."
"Hmm, too busy doing other things were we?" Scott mused, his lips quirking at the blush that suffused Lenny's face. "Thought as much. Well, as good as this coffee is, I can't go without food. I'll starve to death right in front of you until all that's left is a skeleton."
"A hairy skeleton," Kevin put in, giving a smug smile.
"That too," the other man agreed, grinning broadly. "So, now you know I'll die without food in the next ten minutes - why are we still sitting here?"
"I just want to watch you waste away," Kevin said, sipping his coffee slowly. "I'm okay, myself. I can go without food for..."
"About five seconds!" Lenny interrupted him, giggling when he grabbed her side and squeezed gently. "Well, it's true!"
"She's got you there," Scott pointed out, smirking now. "You always did have an immense appetite."
"And not just for food either, hmm?" Kevin whispered in Lenny's ear, making her shiver and then blush again, her lips curving in a smile. He stood up and placed her on her feet before grabbing his shirt and pulling it on. A smile touched his mouth when Lenny handed him his shoes and ran her brush through his hair while he put them on. At least it didn't take so long to do anymore, he thought, standing up and leading her out of the room. "Okay, let's go eat then. Never let it be said I got between Scott Hall and food! Jesus, I'd probably end up getting eaten!"
"The thought of accidentally getting a mouthful of you almost takes my appetite away," Scott said, grimacing.
"Good job not everyone thinks that way," Kevin stated blandly, not looking down at Lenny but chuckling softly when she pinched his backside where the other man wouldn't see. He grabbed her hand and lifted it to his lips. "Now, now, none of that violence."
They made their way down to the restaurant, Scott and Kevin throwing insults at each other the whole time, and eventually found themselves seated at a table while a waitress hovered next to them.
Lenny shook her head as the two men gave their orders, finding it unbelievable that they could possibly eat that amount of food. But she had seen Kevin eat plenty of times, and she knew what sort of appetite he had. She ordered herself a small breakfast and thanked the waitress, since the others were too engrossed in conversation to bother.
For the duration of the meal, Lenny sat and watched them, bemused at the things they called each other and that neither of them got remotely upset. They finished their food at the same time and threw their utensils down, laughing. "I win!" Kevin said, grinning triumphantly.
"Win what?" Lenny asked, frowning. She hadn't heard them place a bet on anything.
"The eating contest. We always try and beat each other," he explained, putting his arm around her and kissing her forehead.
"Yeah, we do," Scott said. "Except this time, I won. I placed my knife and fork down before you did."
Kevin nodded. "Yes you did. But you didn't finish all your food."
Scott eyed his plate and frowned. "There's nothing left, so what didn't I eat?"
"That," Kevin replied, pointing proudly to a tiny piece of bacon that had fallen onto the tablecloth. "You didn't finish, therefore I win. You have to foot the bill."
"Damn!"
Lenny looked from one of them to the other. "You're seriously admitting defeat because of that tiny piece of bacon?"
Scott shrugged and nodded. "Yeah. I made him admit defeat once because a pea rolled onto the floor, so fair's fair." He drew out his wallet and counted out some notes onto the table.
"I think you're both mad," she said.
"Stick around, chica, you'll soon be as crazy as we are!" Scott said, grinning at her and then looking around the restaurant at the other guys who had appeared. "I see the roster hasn't changed all that much. Still got a lot of the old faces around."
"Yeah, a lot of new ones too," Kevin agreed, gesturing to a table where some of the more recent additions to the company were seated.
"What are they like? Have you had matches against any of them?"
"A couple. They're okay, I guess. A bit raw yet, they need a few more lessons in how to please the crowd," Kevin said, shrugging.
"I bet they do. Well, well, some things never change," Scott said, spotting Chris Benoit saunter to a table and sit himself down.
"No, some things never do. Especially him," Kevin said, his face hardening slightly.
Scott looked at him and raised his eyebrows. "He still have a grudge against you?"
"He sure does. He's not stupid enough to make it too public, but it's there all the same. You'd have thought he'd have grown out of it by now."
"He always was jealous of how close The Kliq was. He'll be over the moon when he spots me," Scott said, chuckling and staring fixedly at Chris, willing him to turn and see him.
As if he could feel someone watching him, Chris Benoit glanced around until his gaze fell on their table, and then his eyes hardened and a sneer touched his mouth.
"Oh yeah, over the moon," Kevin agreed, smiling broadly. "Don't disappoint the man, give him a little wave."
Scott immediately did so, raising his hand and wiggling his fingers at the other man, his smile brilliant. "Hey Chris, how's it hanging?" he shouted across at him, laughing loudly when Chris turned away with a mutter of disgust, ignoring him. "You know what, Kev? This might be even more fun that I first thought!" He glanced at his watch and grimaced when he saw the time. "Except for this first little meeting, that is. I'd better get a move on. Are you coming?"
"Might as well," Kevin said, standing up and helping Lenny up next to him. "We can hang around with Mark while we're waiting for you."
"Aw, you're gonna wait for me?" Scott asked him, batting his eyelashes.
"Shut the fuck up, you big girl!" Kevin told him, elbowing him in the ribs as they moved to leave the restaurant. "I just want to know what Vince says is all."
Chris Benoit watched the three figures leave the room, and his eyes darkened. What the fuck was that loser Hall doing back here? As if it wasn't bad enough that Kevin fucking Nash was hanging around trying to wrestle again, now he had to put up with the drunk, too? It was almost too much for his temper. What with Shawn Michaels and Paul Levesque still being in the company, it was going to be almost unbearable having those four back together again. His eyes darted to the door again and narrowed as an idea surfaced. Maybe there was a way to get rid of at least one of them. A little....gentle persuasion, perhaps. He smiled grimly and studied his menu, suddenly getting his appetite back.
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****There ya go, another chapter....and more to follow soon! Sorry to any Chris Benoit fans out there.......but it's only a story!****
