A.N. Okay, people, this is a series of short stories, probably no more than 5-8 chapters each, based on the certain superstars and different time periods. All of them have a happy ending, for those of you who, like me, can't stand it any other way.

This one is Val Venis, and it's based before he cut his hair. Also, he's more or less still in character, just toned down a bit. The inspiration for this is "Fanatic Series - WWE's Funniest Moments" and he's talking to the crowd and he goes,

"You know what, ladies? The Big Valbowski figures that the remnants of Hurricane Floyd are still within the boundaries of North Carolina." sexy little evil chuckle "Why? Because just this morning, the Big Valbowski was blown from one end of the state all the way to the other!"

Ahem Okay. Anyway, here's chapter one.

"Hello, ladies…"

Lilla spun around, her conversation with Christina trailing off as the object of her fantasies stepped from the shadows.

He was clothed in a pair of indecently tight jeans and cowboy boots, with a tight, worn black WCW t-shirt, from days gone by, stretched over his chest. If Vince saw it, he would probably order it burned, but the muscular man before her looked utterly delicious wearing it.

"Mr. Venis." Christina gave a nod and flashed him a smile. "I've got some wardrobes to fix before I can leave, so I'll see you later." Lilla was sent a knowing look before Christina walked away down the corridor.

He slung his leather bomber jacket over his shoulder as he sauntered up. "You wanted to see me, Lil'?" he said in that husky rumble that was his voice.

Chills were already racing up and down her body, and he hadn't even said two sentences. How was she ever going to finish this assignment without melting at his feet?

Taking a deep breath, she righted herself. "Tomorrow, Vince wants me to do some promo shots for Royal Rumble," she said quietly, unable to meet his eyes.

He moved closer to her, crowding her, flooding her senses with his scent, his proximity. "You never stop and talk to me after my matches anymore." Another step and they were almost touching. "You mad at me?" One corner of his sexy mouth was lifted slightly, showing the barest hint of a dimple.

"I-I've been pretty busy." How could she say that she just couldn't stand to see him flirt with other women? Or that it ate her up that he would never be attracted to someone like her?

"I think you've been avoiding me, Lil'."

Lilla gulped and carefully masked her expression to keep from giving away anything. "Why would I do something like that?" She prayed to everything holy that her voice didn't sound as nervous and breathy to his ears as it did to hers.

"Hmm." He chuckled, deep and rumbly, making Lilla' body react violently with a rush of heat. "That's a question that has possibilities."

She had to put some distance between them. The peaking tips of her breasts and the sweet, hot rush of moisture that flooded her panties was proof that his effect on her was too profound, too deep. Lilla stepped away, turning her back on him. "What do you mean?"

He turned her around slowly, backing her up until her back was pressed against the cool, rough surface of the wall behind her. "You're flushed." The little smirk grew a bit.

"I… It's a bit warm in here."

Dropping his jacket to the floor, he placed his hands on the wall on each side of her shoulders, preventing her escape. The dimple in his left cheek was fully apparent, now, as his caramel eyes did a thorough search of her own sea-colored ones. "Look at me," he murmured, any amusement gone.

Her eyes quickly moved to his, then to an intriguing spot on his chin, back to his eyes, then down again. She couldn't look at him. She was so afraid, so hopeful, that she would find desire there.

He tilted his head a little, sending a few of those long curly locks of his dark, honey-colored hair tumbling over one sculpted shoulder, and meeting her gaze. "Tell me, Lil'." His mouth moved in closer to hers, his breath making her lips tingle and part with longing. "Tell me," he whispered, his mouth ghosting over hers, so light, it could've been the touch of an angel's wings.

Her eyes closed, as yearning rushed, thick and hot, through her veins, settling an ache in her lower belly. She would've agreed to anything at that moment. "Kiss me, please, Val," she whimpered, her body trembling, her arms going around his neck so she could bury her fingers in the soft curls at his nape.

He lowered his mouth that last breath, his lips barely parted as they brushed over hers, teasing, not giving her what she wanted.

Her fingers clenched in his hair and she pressed herself closer to him. She'd waited so long to be in his arms and she wanted to experience all of him, to breathe him into herself.

He gave in a little, the tip of his tongue peeking out to taste the corners of her mouth and slide sensuously along her bottom lip. She opened her mouth beseechingly, and he slipped slowly in, tangling with her tongue, exploring the warm recesses. He pulled away, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, tugging it gently between his teeth before releasing it.

Lilla let her eyes drift open slowly. His eyelids were lowered sexily and his mouth was wet.

Oh, dear Lord, he looked like pure sex standing there, raw pornography in jeans. She bit back a groan. One look and she wanted it again, and more.

He stepped back, running his finger over her cheek, down her shoulder and drifting over to slope of her breast, caressing the pebbled tip for a beat. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said huskily, flashing her an arrogant grin.

He grabbed his jacket and then he was gone.

Lilla blinked in confusion for a moment. Her skin was on fire and the secret place between her legs was throbbing insistently. She had never wanted someone so bad and he left her standing there.

She shivered as the chill of the empty arena, so late at night, seeped into her clothes. She dragged herself to the studio that was set up for her and grabbed her coat and purse.

"You okay, sweetie?"

Lilla jumped and spun around. "Christina, you scared me."

She smiled tiredly. "Sorry. You looked a little spaced out."

"I'm fine, really."

"Oh, okay." She stepped closer, looking Lilla intently in the face. She grinned suddenly. "Sweetie, you've got whisker burns."

Lilla straightened, digging a compact out of her purse and flipping it open. She groaned when she saw the little red rash on her chin. "Oh, good heavens."

Christina patted her on the shoulder with a grin. "Good night."

Lilla gathered up her equipment, locking most of it in a cabinet, but taking a few things with her as she made her way down the halls to the back entrance where she'd parked. She drove quickly to the hotel, tossing her stuff by the bed and changing into her nightgown. With a sigh, she fell asleep surprisingly easy, but dreamed all night of caramel eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, and a mouth begging for her kisses.