PART FIVE
A MOMENT LATER
Randy's eyes fixed themselves on Michelle. Her own eyes widened in surprise… she certainly hadn't expected to see Randy at all after he had walked out on her at the arena. He pulled his hand away from her face, looking genuinely concerned.
"Are you okay?" he asked, fearful that he had something to do with her tears. Michelle nodded her head.
"Sure, I'm fine," she lied. "Don't worry about it." She made a motion to stand, but Randy grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back down to the floor.
"Can we talk?" he asked, hoping that she would agree out of the kindness of her heart. He knew that he had a lot of explaining to do, and he was willing to do it. Squatting on the floor again, Michelle rested back on her heels.
"I… I don't know Randy," Michelle answered warily. Randy sighed, standing up.
"Please Michelle, I just want to talk to you about the other night… I know I have a lot to explain to you," he said, looking down at her. Michelle said nothing, simply staring up at him, the same cautious look in her eye. Come on, please say yes, he thought to himself.
"Please, just give me an opportunity to explain. Come to my locker room with me, just so we can discuss it," he pleaded, extending his hand to her. Michelle sighed, giving in and reaching out to grasp his hand. He pulled her up off the ground, keeping his fingers linked with hers as he led her to his locker room. Once inside, he pulled the door shut, gesturing to the leather couch across the room.
"Where are Paul and Ric?" Michelle asked as she sat down, referring to Randy's Evolution buddies Paul Levesque and Ric Flair, whom he shared a locker room with.
"They went to find a decent gym… they only left a few minutes ago, they won't be back for awhile," Randy replied. He stood in front of Michelle, pacing back and forth for a minute before finally sitting down next to her.
"Look," he started, a hint of apprehensiveness in his tone. "I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry about the other night. I crossed the line when I kissed you, and I'm really sorry if I upset you," he said seriously. Michelle sighed wistfully as her eyes met his.
"Randy, I wasn't upset that you kissed me," she explained. "What upset me was that you walked away. It was like you were deserting me or something and I didn't know if it was because you didn't like the kiss or you didn't really want to kiss me or whatever. It almost made me feel like I did something wrong."
Randy laughed, "Oh, you did nothing wrong, trust me. I enjoyed kissing you very much."
"But that's what I don't understand. If you liked the kiss, then why did you ditch me like that?" she asked. Randy shrugged, knowing that he really didn't have a reason. There really *wasn't* any reason that would justify what he did.
"I… I'm really not sure," he replied. "I guess I was just afraid. Afraid you'd be mad, afraid you wouldn't like it… whatever, just chalk it up to fear. I wasn't sure how you would react. I really like you Michelle… I don't want a stupid kiss to screw up my chances with you."
Michelle felt a small smile playing on her lips after Randy's comments. He was so sweet, and apparently so insecure, though she had no idea why a man like him would have any doubts about himself. On top of that, he actually liked her. She had *never* envisioned this happening… not in a million years. If anything she thought it would be *her* throwing herself at *him*, not the other way around.
"Wow," she breathed. "I-I had no idea that you felt that way." Randy sent a tiny, adorable little grin, one that damn near made her melt.
"Well, I do. Every since the first time I saw you I've been so intrigued by you. I'd really love to spend more time with you and get to know you, if that's okay with you," he suggested hopefully. Michelle grinned widely… did he actually think she would say no to that?
Getting a sudden boost of self confidence, she decided to be daring… she leaned over and kissed him, shifting in her seat so that she was sitting right next to him. He placed his hand on her knee, his other hand reaching out to caress her cheek as she opened her mouth and his tongue slid in. As the hand on her cheek slowly inched its way down the side of her body, Michelle brought her arms up, wrapping them around his neck. He leaned forward, gently pushing her onto her back as his arms wrapped around her back. Randy shifted his body so that he was half on top of her, their kiss becoming more deep and passionate than ever. Randy finally broke the kiss so that the two of them could catch their breath.
"Do you…" he started, panting slightly from his lack of oxygen, until Michelle placed her index finger on his lips, silencing him.
"I do," she replied, smiling.
Randy grinned as well, leaning down to capture her lips again. Michelle sighed contentedly as Randy's soft lips brushed over her neck and chest. Randy moved his hands down to her waist, his fingers fumbling with her belt buckle. Her fingers lazily danced across his back, until he hooked his hands under the hem of her shirt. She put her arms up as he lifted the shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. She pushed him away slightly so that she could return the favor, lifting off the tank top he had been wearing. Randy kissed her again, his fingers running over the red lace material of her bra. Michelle pushed him off of her for a moment, just so she could admire him. My God, she thought. Randy's toned body was nothing short of amazing. If he looked so damn good like this, she could only imagine how he would look with *nothing* on. She looked up and met his blue eyes, which were sending her a questioning look. He wondered why she had pushed him off of her like that. He began to worry that maybe he was pushing her a little too much, that maybe she wasn't comfortable with what was going on.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked. Michelle looked at him like he was crazy, undoing the button on his jeans as she did so. Laughing, she shook her head.
"Are you crazy?" she asked, pulling down the zipper as well.
Randy grinned, kissing her again and reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. As he tossed that to the floor, he kicked out of his jeans and focused his attention on getting off her pants. He kissed his way down her body, stopping at her stomach. As she lifted her hips to help him slide her pants down her legs, Michelle glanced over at the door, grinning widely…
I hope it's locked.
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