Title: Trust
Series: Sex, Love and Honesty
Author: Rachel
Email:
Category: WWE
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to the WWE and themselves
Distribution: Ask please
Rating: PG (parts will vary)
Spoilers: Set in October/November 2003
Notes: Third part in a diva series
Notes 2: Each part will be about a different Diva from their POV, as such, each installment will be posted to the appropriate lists.
Summary: A diva finally finds someone to trust
Feedback: Is loved and much appreciated :)
I think too much. Most people would laugh if I said that to them 'blondes don't think, or if they do it's about hair and makeup.' I wish that was that problem, or more like my non-problem. He says he doesn't mind just sitting in a room with me; I don't know if that means he likes my company or wants me to shut up. I assume the latter because that's what my last boyfriend wanted, but he's not my ex, is he? I have to keep reminding myself of that.
We're sitting together in his locker room, not talking, I'm in a big comfy chair listening to music, he's stretched out on a couch reading a magazine and smiling. I wonder what he's thinking? Probably looking at girl with big breasts, wishing I had big breasts, wishing he was with her instead of me. Don't all men want what they can't have? He has me so he obviously can't want me, he...
Wait...
Stop...
I'm doing it again.
I sigh mentally.
He's in love with me; he tells me every chance he gets. I want to believe him, but love involves trust and trust is something I haven't done very well, especially lately. I hate Test; I hate him for doing this to me, for beating down my self-respect, for demeaning me in front of everyone, for never failing to remind me of how worthless I was. I hate myself even more for allowing it to happen, and for letting it go on as long as it did.
I skip the next song on the CD. I'm still recovering from Test, I second guess every move, every touch, every kiss. Wondering when he's gonna get bored with me and start to treat me like dirt, or worse yet, leave me. But he doesn't and he won't, or at least that's what I'm lead to believe; and I'm starting to.
I look over at him again, just watching him for a minute. He reminds me of how I used to laugh and love; things that were faded, things he's bring back. I smile more with him. I feel my heart sing because he's around. I feel like I can love again. He treats me like an equal, lets me make decisions and doesn't assume that a bottle of hair dye has dropped my I.Q.
He lets me see behind his facade to the sweet, loving man that hides beneath the attitude. He does that for me, just me, because he wants me to know the real him. At the thought my broken heart mends just a bit more. I was so busy thinking that I didn't even notice him move till he was right in front of me. He takes my headphones of my ears and kisses me. I'm always surprised by his kisses, he's gentler than expected, or maybe more gentle than I'm used to— No I'm not going to think about that, not while his lips are on mine. When I'm here, I'm safe from everything but his touch and I'm not afraid of that.
I never was.
The realization shocks me.
He pulls away and I whimper at the loss. He grins, kissing the tip of my nose, then locks his eyes with mine and I'm drowning in pools of baby blue. I know this look, he's trying to figure out what I'm thinking. I don't know if he can tell or not, if he can, he doesn't let me know about it. He leans forward and presses a kiss onto my forehead.
"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He mumbles the question, causing his deep voice to rumble in against my chest. My body tingles at the feeling and I'm almost too distracted to notice. I might be not afraid of him, but I'm afraid of something. Maybe it's relationships; I've had my share of bad experiences. Or maybe it's intimacy, but I don't really think so. Or maybe I should just shut up and enjoy that fact that for the first time in what seems like forever, I actually trust someone.
I look at him with a smile. "Nothing."
His cool blue eyes search me, then he cracks a half smile, to anyone else it would be a smirk, but for me it's smile full of meaning and delight. He kisses me again, he nips my bottom lip and all logical thinking leaves me as I part my lips, giving the access he wants.
When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine. "Stacy," He breathes my name like a prayer, "I love you." My heart fills at his words, he's said them before but this time is different.
"I love you too," Because this time, I'm going to say them back. He smiles like he owns the world and kisses me, this time slow and loving, full of promise. I squeal as he picks me up and spins me.
He set me down still grinning like a little boy on Christmas morning. He really is sometimes, like a little boy; innocent and naive, much more than he's willing to admit, and he really looks the part when he smiles like that. He's says the same thing about me, considering what we both do for a living, it's kinda ironic. The thought makes me laugh, maybe we do belong together. "You keep kissing me." I giggle at him.
"I like kissing you, you're fun to kiss." He takes my hand in his and presses a kiss in the back of it. "How about we go get some ice cream?" I nod and we both walk out the door. I could over think this, but I won't, not right now. I'm taking this one step at a time. Ice cream with Randy Orton seems like a good place to start.
A/N: Feeback, does a body good. :)
Series: Sex, Love and Honesty
Author: Rachel
Email:
Category: WWE
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to the WWE and themselves
Distribution: Ask please
Rating: PG (parts will vary)
Spoilers: Set in October/November 2003
Notes: Third part in a diva series
Notes 2: Each part will be about a different Diva from their POV, as such, each installment will be posted to the appropriate lists.
Summary: A diva finally finds someone to trust
Feedback: Is loved and much appreciated :)
I think too much. Most people would laugh if I said that to them 'blondes don't think, or if they do it's about hair and makeup.' I wish that was that problem, or more like my non-problem. He says he doesn't mind just sitting in a room with me; I don't know if that means he likes my company or wants me to shut up. I assume the latter because that's what my last boyfriend wanted, but he's not my ex, is he? I have to keep reminding myself of that.
We're sitting together in his locker room, not talking, I'm in a big comfy chair listening to music, he's stretched out on a couch reading a magazine and smiling. I wonder what he's thinking? Probably looking at girl with big breasts, wishing I had big breasts, wishing he was with her instead of me. Don't all men want what they can't have? He has me so he obviously can't want me, he...
Wait...
Stop...
I'm doing it again.
I sigh mentally.
He's in love with me; he tells me every chance he gets. I want to believe him, but love involves trust and trust is something I haven't done very well, especially lately. I hate Test; I hate him for doing this to me, for beating down my self-respect, for demeaning me in front of everyone, for never failing to remind me of how worthless I was. I hate myself even more for allowing it to happen, and for letting it go on as long as it did.
I skip the next song on the CD. I'm still recovering from Test, I second guess every move, every touch, every kiss. Wondering when he's gonna get bored with me and start to treat me like dirt, or worse yet, leave me. But he doesn't and he won't, or at least that's what I'm lead to believe; and I'm starting to.
I look over at him again, just watching him for a minute. He reminds me of how I used to laugh and love; things that were faded, things he's bring back. I smile more with him. I feel my heart sing because he's around. I feel like I can love again. He treats me like an equal, lets me make decisions and doesn't assume that a bottle of hair dye has dropped my I.Q.
He lets me see behind his facade to the sweet, loving man that hides beneath the attitude. He does that for me, just me, because he wants me to know the real him. At the thought my broken heart mends just a bit more. I was so busy thinking that I didn't even notice him move till he was right in front of me. He takes my headphones of my ears and kisses me. I'm always surprised by his kisses, he's gentler than expected, or maybe more gentle than I'm used to— No I'm not going to think about that, not while his lips are on mine. When I'm here, I'm safe from everything but his touch and I'm not afraid of that.
I never was.
The realization shocks me.
He pulls away and I whimper at the loss. He grins, kissing the tip of my nose, then locks his eyes with mine and I'm drowning in pools of baby blue. I know this look, he's trying to figure out what I'm thinking. I don't know if he can tell or not, if he can, he doesn't let me know about it. He leans forward and presses a kiss onto my forehead.
"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He mumbles the question, causing his deep voice to rumble in against my chest. My body tingles at the feeling and I'm almost too distracted to notice. I might be not afraid of him, but I'm afraid of something. Maybe it's relationships; I've had my share of bad experiences. Or maybe it's intimacy, but I don't really think so. Or maybe I should just shut up and enjoy that fact that for the first time in what seems like forever, I actually trust someone.
I look at him with a smile. "Nothing."
His cool blue eyes search me, then he cracks a half smile, to anyone else it would be a smirk, but for me it's smile full of meaning and delight. He kisses me again, he nips my bottom lip and all logical thinking leaves me as I part my lips, giving the access he wants.
When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine. "Stacy," He breathes my name like a prayer, "I love you." My heart fills at his words, he's said them before but this time is different.
"I love you too," Because this time, I'm going to say them back. He smiles like he owns the world and kisses me, this time slow and loving, full of promise. I squeal as he picks me up and spins me.
He set me down still grinning like a little boy on Christmas morning. He really is sometimes, like a little boy; innocent and naive, much more than he's willing to admit, and he really looks the part when he smiles like that. He's says the same thing about me, considering what we both do for a living, it's kinda ironic. The thought makes me laugh, maybe we do belong together. "You keep kissing me." I giggle at him.
"I like kissing you, you're fun to kiss." He takes my hand in his and presses a kiss in the back of it. "How about we go get some ice cream?" I nod and we both walk out the door. I could over think this, but I won't, not right now. I'm taking this one step at a time. Ice cream with Randy Orton seems like a good place to start.
A/N: Feeback, does a body good. :)