Title: Endless Love
Author: Crimson Coin CrimsonCoinyahoo.com
Rating: PG 15 and higher at some points. Warning: Language.
Summery: The sequel to "Unstoppable". Will Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus's love truly be able to last?
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any of the affiliated wrestlers.
Timeline: From March 22, 2004 and all said dates.
Archiving: Ask me first.
June 28, 2004
Chris Jericho growled his frustration stomping down the corridor with Edge close at his side.
"Hey, Jericho."
The Canadians spun at the familiar tone. There was no time for reaction.
Dave Batista plowed into Chris Jericho, Chris grunting with the impact as the big man tackled him to the ground. Edge stood shocked for only a moment but before he could help, a shoulder dug into his ribs, spearing him to the ground as well.
Jericho struggled, but the big man had him pinned and all he could do was raise his arms to defend his head. Edge, on the other hand, quickly gained the offensive and tossed Randy Orton away. Randy stumbled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes fired with an unknown rage.
Charging again, Orton lunged, punching Edge square across the jaw. Edge fell back, his back crashing against the concrete wall then he collapsed into a pile of pipes, chairs and boxes.
Randy wasted no time, immediately pouncing on Jericho, his fists joining the fray. Chris groaned as he felt his lip split and he was defenseless to the attack. He shoved and bucked with everything inside, but Batista was too big. He felt his breath escape as the big monster turned his attention lower and began jabbing Chris in the ribs.
Chris felt dizzy from the pain and soon, the two were gone. He curled into himself, a coughing fit striking his weary chest and he felt darkness surrounding him. He could faintly hear voices and instantly recognized them but could do little about it.
"Maybe that'll teach him." Randy said, harshly then spat in Chris's hair.
Dave smiled, leaning down to swat at Chris's head. "And this isn't even the start of what I have in store for you, boy!"
The darkness won.
Trish Stratus winced, lying back on the couch in the Evolution locker room. She licked her lips, letting her eyes fall closed as she tried desperately to relax, but her back simply hurt too much. She wouldn't tell anyone. Oh no, she couldn't.
But Chris ... damn him. Damn that man. She had been placed in that wretched submission move of his for so long. First, Christian leaned so far back into it and then Chris ... week after week ... she hurt.
She'd kept it hidden well for a long time. Tyson, Christian, Randy, Stacy, no one knew. No one could tell the pain she was in. She prided herself on being a good actress like that.
She opened her eyes as the door opened, Randy and Batista walking inside before the door shut behind them. Randy looked at her only a moment then walked towards the showers. "I'm getting in," he said, nonchalantly, barely giving her a second glance.
Trish sighed at his behavior but then watched cautiously, nervously as Dave approached her.
Dave Batista dropped slowly to his knees at her side then cocked his head, eyeing her with a strange warmth. "Hi."
"Hi," she answered, feeling a chill freeze her core.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said, softly. "Or do anything for that matter. I just wanted to talk."
She licked her lips, shifting her weight and doing her best to keep the wince off her face.
Dave sighed, sitting back on his heels as he bowed his head. "You know, something has been plaguing my mind for months now and I owe you an apology."
Trish eyed him, curious. She forced herself to sit up, biting her tongue to keep from vocalizing the pain that movement created.
"I know it's not an excuse and I'm not trying to make excuses but it was a really rough time for me." He continued, not looking her in the eye. "Hunter told us all that ... well, to be honest that you were easy and that when he and Stephanie ended, he came to you the same way and you were all for it."
Trish blinked slowly, remembering her evening with The Game.
Dave chuckled. "I guess you'd changed in those years. But Hunter was just thinking that what I needed was a good woman. One who knew what she was doing so that I could escape the pain, you know." He paused. "She ... my girlfriend at the time left me for another man and I got carried away and didn't know what to do and Hunter was right. Being with another woman that night had helped me."
Still Trish gave no answer.
"You were the first person Hunter suggested." Dave ran a big hand through his slicked hair. He inhaled deeply then looked up, meeting her eyes. "So I'm sorry if I frightened you. I never intended to take advantage of you or anything. It's just from word of mouth, I figured you'd be willing."
"It's ok, Dave." She said, gently, reaching out to cup the big man's cheek. "All is forgiven. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you. I just didn't understand."
"It's probably better this way." He responded. "After all, it would be kind of weird. You know you dating Orton after sleeping with me."
A genuine smile pulled at Trish's lips. "Well, if it had happened, who's to say I'd be with Randy right now. I might have stayed with you."
Dave blushed, bowing his head. "Maybe. But either way, I'm real sorry. You know Randy told me, about Chris hitting you." He looked up at her, more comfortable now that he'd changed direction of the conversation. "I'll make him pay for that. Of all the things that we do with women, beating them or hitting them in any way is never an option. That little weasel is gonna get what's coming to him. Randy and I took care of him just now."
Her eyes widened. "What? What'd you do?"
He smiled, proudly. "Let's just say, he'll remember not to mess with one of ours. Evolution protects their own. And at Vengeance, I'll make sure he remembers it. Win or lose, I don't care. He will feel pain."
Trish swallowed the lump in her throat but she couldn't respond. Randy walked out of the shower, a white towel wrapped around his hips, his body still dripping with water. "Hey, Dave. Let's go."
Dave chuckled. "What's your rush? You ain't coming out with us tonight anyway."
Randy smiled his gorgeous winning smile. "But your ass is my ride back to the hotel. So this means that Trish and I have to sit here until you're ready."
Dave playfully smacked his friend on the shoulders. "Well then you're just going to have to wait, aren't you."
Randy rolled his eyes as Dave walked away. He spared her no courtesy as he dropped the towel to the ground, pulling his clothes from his bag and stepping into his boxers.
Trish licked her lips. "What did you do to Chris?"
"Don't worry," he said, curtly. "We handled things."
"You didn't have to."
Randy jumped, pulling up his pants, buttoning them then zipping the fly before he turned to her. A serious expression fell onto his face as he dropped to his knees at her feet, taking her hands in his. "He hurt you. I protect fiercely what is mine."
"But he hurt me before I was with you."
"Doesn't matter." Randy answered without hesitation. "I know why he did what he did. Chris Jericho all of a sudden high and mighty? I knew exactly the girl you were when Chris started getting interested in you. I heard all the stories and knew. He didn't and when he found out. Well, he just couldn't be a man about it. I knew. I knew about all the men and I don't care. I'm with you and couldn't give two damn about it. You're with me now, that's what counts."
Another smile pulled at Trish's lips and the door burst open, Ric Flair stepping inside. "Hello, all."
"Hi, Ric." Randy said then plopped next to Trish on the couch, a hand coming up to hold his head. "Damn it, Dave has a strong clothesline."
Ric nodded, the ever-present grin on his face. "That he does. You know what's a good cure for a hard knock? A woman."
Randy laughed. "That's your cure for everything, isn't it."
"Prove me wrong," Ric said with a raised finger as he moved further into the room. "I'm serious man. A real beautiful woman can get your mind off of anything."
"Hmmm," Randy hummed. "Now where can I find a beautiful woman?"
Trish ducked her head, feeling a betrayal and rejection as he stared off to a blank corner of the room.
"I know!" Randy exclaimed and Trish squealed as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap and holding her gently against his dampened chest. "I've got one. Ok, now what, Ric?"
Trish giggled, cuddling into him as her hands traced around his waist then up his sides and over his abs and chest.
Ric smiled, his eyes glowing mischievously. "It looks like she's already got the right idea."
Randy chuckled and he wrapped his arms a little tighter around her. "Well, my dear, it looks like we should be leaving here very shortly. That or Ric and Dave will be viewing a very interesting entertainment segment in about, oh say, thirty seconds."
Ric stood, walking to Batista's bag and pulling out a set of car keys. "Here," he tossed the keys. "Take Dave's car."
Randy reached out quickly, grabbing the keys from the air before they could hit the woman in his arms. "But what about you guys?"
"We're going out on the town." Ric said. "Don't worry, we'll take the limo. You go have fun with your little prize."
"My prize, huh." Randy said, amused as Trish helped him to his feet. "You guys have fun without me. Ooo, wait, I forgot my shampoo in the shower. I'll be right back."
Trish watched him jog back to the shower stall.
"Sweetheart."
Trish turned to look at Ric at his call of endearment.
"You know something," he started. "That boy hasn't been with a single woman but you since you went to him that night. And Hunter ... well he's kinda upset that the whole gang isn't out partying it up. But not me. I'm glad that kid found someone solid for a change."
Trish smiled.
"I was a playboy, you know." Ric said even softer. "And now that I look back, I regret it. I hurt a lot of good girls but Randy ... well, he seems smarter than I was. He's keeping one of the good ones."
Trish flushed and Randy walked out, noting the embarrassed look on Trish's face. "What's this?" He asked with light hearted curiosity. "You makin my girl blush?"
Ric laughed. "Get outta here, you two, before Dave finds out I gave you his keys."
Randy laughed, taking Trish's hand and shouldering his bag. "Later." He waved, leading her out the door.
Randy watched her carefully as Trish led the way up to his hotel room. He followed her wordlessly inside and his eyes narrowed as she took extra care placing her belongings on his bed. And as if by instinct, she pulled her shirt over her head.
He stepped to her quickly, placing his hands on her shoulders to still her actions. "Don't." he said softly. "You're hurt."
Trish turned quickly, her eyes widened and slightly angered at his accusation. "That's a filthy lie."
He cocked his head. "Is it really?"
"Yes," she stood resilient, unmoving and she outright refused to admit that he was right.
He grabbed her hand then, bringing her into the bathroom. "Stay here," he said in a serious tone as he walked to the large Jacuzzi bathtub and started the water. Testing carefully, he made sure it was the right temperature. Glancing over his head, he picked out the perfect bottle, opened the cap and raised the bottle to his nose, inhaling the scent.
Confident with his choice, he poured the slightest amount into the tub then resealed the cap, dropping the bottle to the floor. He reached for her. "Come here."
Trish stepped to him, unmoving and refusing to show any emotion.
He smiled, warmly then leaned down to give her a soft kiss. "Bet you didn't know this was in me, huh." Taking his time, he tenderly removed her clothing until she stood nude before him. He chuckled at her shy blush. "Don't be embarrassed." He grabbed her hand then. "Here, step in."
Trish allowed him to help her into the tub and she sat down, her eyes turning to look at him. He wrestled with his pants, pushing them off his hips and she immediately knew his intentions. She restrained her scowl.
But Randy left his boxers on and instead walked back to the tub, kneeling at the side as he turned off the hot flow of water. Trish eyed him curiously, unsure of what he was doing. But again he only smiled and gently touched her shoulder. "Turn around. Relax. Just let the warmth and the scent and everything calm you."
She obeyed him and turned. His hands pressed into her shoulders and her eyes fluttered as he kneaded the sore muscles. Removing his hands, he wiped them on his boxers then reached over to the sink, grabbing her cosmetic bag.
He pulled out one of her hair ties and with great care, he gathered her hair off her shoulders and tied it back. His hands immediately returned to her shoulders. "Lean forward a bit." He said in a husky voice and his hands massaged down her back, constantly pressing, rubbing then pouring the water over her back and shoulders.
Trish closed her eyes with a sigh, and she felt so relaxed. She must have lost her balance because one of his arms slipped around her waist, holding her steady as he continued to massage her back.
Randy worked lower and lower on her back, feeling the tensed balled muscles and he was diligent in his desire to free her from such strain. "Are you feeling any better?" And he chuckled at her cute moan of approval. "I do care for you, Trish. I don't want to see you hurt. If something hurts, tell me."
"But I know what you expect." She breathed, her head lolling with his actions.
"Sex comes second."
Shocked, she pulled from his grasp, turning to face him with a look of disbelief. "What?"
"Are you that shocked?"
Her eyes wandered a moment. "Well, to be honest ... yes."
A flash of hurt reflected in his eyes. "I'm sorry you feel that way." He stood.
"Wait," she said quickly, reaching out to grab his hand. "Don't go." She pulled him down and he obeyed, kneeling again. "It's just that ... I didn't expect you to say something like that."
He cocked his head at her. "Why do you look at me like that?"
"You really do care, don't you? You approve?"
The hurt remained in his eyes and a flash of confusion filled him. "Of course I care. Why would you think I wouldn ..."
His words were cut off when she quickly lifted onto her knees, her arms wrapping around his neck as her lips crashed to his. Shocked by such passionate fire, he didn't react at first but soon, his own arms wrapped around her and he kissed her back.
Her hands traveled quickly down his body and pushed down his boxers. He pulled back. "Wait."
She shook her head. "Please. Join me. Now. I need you."
"Trish ..."
"Please," she begged, reaching for him again, her mouth crushing against his in a deep drugging kiss. Randy didn't object this time and he helped her make quick work of his boxers before he followed her into the tub. She gasped as he trailed his hot mouth over her neck, finding the perfect place to focus.
A gasp slipped from her lips and she arched her back, tilting her head to give him easy access. She had to feel his pleasure. She had to feel his approval. She had to make him happy. He cared about her. Trish closed her eyes falling silently into the pleasure, even as the back of her mind pictured another.
He smiled, pulling the small child further into his lap. "And what are you doing up so late, Missy?"
The little girl smiled; Oh, how she looked like her mother. "I wanna wait for Mommy to come home."
"But Mommy would be very upset if you were still awake. Your bedtime was two hours ago."
"Please, Daddy," the little girl begged, her eyes saddened as a sweet pout fell onto her lips.
He chuckled, shaking his head. Just like her Mother. He could never deny that woman when she gave him the same look, how could he deny his daughter. "Ok. But only until Mommy comes home, then you have to go to bed."
A door opened and she walked inside, her eyes gazing softly and maternally at her sleeping husband and the child that lay at his side. She padded softly across the room, gathering the tiny child into her arms. The man stirred yet did not waken, but merely licked his lips and moaned his wife's name before stilling.
A beautiful smile pulled at her lips as she carried her daughter up the stairs.
"Mommy?"
"Shhh," she hushed, rubbing the child's back at her sleepy tone. "Mommy's here. And it's past your bedtime."
The little girl yawned, rubbing her eyes before laying her head back onto her mother's shoulder. "Daddy said I could wait up for you."
"Oh he did, did he?"
"Mmm hmmm," The little girl yawned again. "But Daddy fell asleep and I didn't want to leave him alone."
The woman shook her head. Leave it to that man to fall asleep while watching their child. She walked into the nursery, placing the child on the bed then tucking her under the covers. "Now you go to sleep, little one. We have a busy day tomorrow."
The little girl smiled, her eyes dancing. Oh, how she looked like him with such a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Grandma's."
"That's right, we're going to Grandma's." The woman brushed the hair from her daughter's face as the child fell immediately into the realms of sleep.
"When did you get home?"
The woman turned at the voice, spotting her husband in the doorway, his arms stretched as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. She smiled, softly. "Just now."
He yawned, stretching a little further then stepped out of the doorway to let her pass. "We were trying to wait up for you."
"And it appears you've done a miserable job at that, my dear."
He chuckled, following her down the hall and into their bedroom. "I'm not very good at that whole ... you know, awake ... thing."
"You never were," she answered lightheartedly, walking silently to the bed and kicking off her shoes.
He watched her those few moments, in silence. She was so beautiful. More beautiful than he ever remembered. He didn't think it possible to love someone so much, or so completely and yet ... he did. She walked gracefully over to the large window, throwing open the curtains and staring out into the night.
Her arms wrapped around her stomach as she gave a satiated sigh. "Isn't it beautiful outside at this time?"
He stepped to her then, standing behind her as he wrapped her in his arms, pulling her back into his chest. She didn't resist, not at all, but completely leaned into him, her hands running over his arms then entwining her fingers with his. He inhaled, her familiar scent filling and completing him. "Not as beautiful as you, my love."
She sighed contently, blinking slowly as she turned in his arms. A smile slipped onto her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Do you think so?"
"Mmmm," he rocked against her, his arms sliding tighter around her waist. "Yeah, I ... I think so. I mean the jury is still out on deliberation, but I think so."
That seductive twinkle glimmered in her eyes as she glanced at their door then back into his eyes. "So how long do you think we have till she wakes up?"
"Well, that depends on what you have planned. I, for one ..." he smiled, leaning slowly down to her, his nose brushing against hers. He felt her heart race, her breath catch and his smile broadened. "I could really go for waffles."
"Waffles?" she laughed, swatting his arm and wiggling from his grasp. "Get the hell outta here." She teased, walking to the bed. "A response like that, you can take the couch, Mister." She picked up his pillow and tossed it at his chest.
He caught the pillow with ease, a sorrowful pout slipping onto his face. "But the couch is so cold. And it's been so long without you."
"You shoulda thought of that before you voiced your craving for waffles."
That mischievous smile tweaked at his lips and he tossed the pillow at her. She caught it quickly but he had distracted her with that and she soon found herself tackled and pinned to the bed. She bit back her laugh and did her best to look annoyed. "This most certainly is NOT the couch."
"No," he chuckled. "But I think it's far more comfortable." He wiggled against her, settling more easily into her body. "Don't you think?"
"Waffles," she huffed, looking away from him and to the ceiling.
He smiled at her, cocking his head in a sweet adorable way. "But I have a secret."
"What's that?" she asked, intrigued. "And this better be good, Buddy, because right now, I'm not too pleased with you."
"Do you know why I wanted waffles?"
She glared, a cute pout pulling at her lips.
But he leaned down, brushing his lips over hers before speaking. "Everyone knows the best part of the waffles ... is the syrup. And I want to eat that syrup ..." he kissed her softly, "off of you." That said, he nudged her neck, sealing his lips to her throat.
A groan slipped from her lips and her hands tangled in his hair, holding him close. She arched and squirmed against him, sighing her content as his lips traveled to her ear, nibbling along the shell before licking lightly inside. She shivered.
"Would you like me to stop?" He breathed, heatedly, pushing his hips and body closer to her.
"You better not," she answered in a lusty sigh, clutching even tighter to him.
He chuckled softly, running his tongue along her ear before slowly brushing his lips back to her mouth. "So do you have any syrup?"
"No," she answered, her eyes flashing fierce passionate need and her hands ran down his back then sides, eventually cupping him roughly through his pants. He gruffed a breathy curse, shuddering against her and she only smiled winningly. "But you have some ... and I want to taste."
He growled, his body quaking as her lips crashed to his in a fiery kiss and he could do nothing more then submit. Every second that followed was filled with mind altering bliss. He had never known pleasure to be so intense, so wonderful. She was even more beautiful in such aroused passion and he had to keep reminding himself to breath and stay controlled if he wanted to survive.
How much he missed her? How much he needed her?
His stomach undulating, his hips rocking into hers, the sweet sweat dripped off their skin, coating their lover in a heated passionate slick. To be connected to her was a feeling all in itself, so wonderful and perfect and her legs wrapped around his waist to pull him even closer. Each time it was always as if it was his first and he had to remind himself to breath and to control himself lest it end too soon. "Darling," he panted into her open mouth, his body never stopping its motions, its instinctual desire to please and complete hers. "Darling, open your eyes."
Her eyes opened and he sighed at her loveliness. A strange darkness enveloped them and no longer were they making love in a room but in a blackened blankness of space. She spurred him on, her nails digging into his back.
A strike of pain stung at his core and the blackness devoured them, shadowing them from each other before flying away. Tears scrolled down her cheeks, her brown eyes filled with sorrow and her bright blonde tresses pulled weighty on her drawn face. She spoke to him in nothing but a whisper. "Chris, I ..."
Beyond his control, he recoiled his hand. "Did I tell you to speak, Whore? Speak when you're spoken to." He struck her hard, the back of his hand slapping her across the face.
In that instant, the flesh driveled and fell from her body, leaving her a grotesque gooey skeletal corpse. Yet those eyes, her eyes remained in tact within the eye sockets, still glassy and full of panged, sorrow and unshed tears. A high pitch shrill erupted from its decrepit mouth and his head swirled with the resounding shriek, his eyes were wide and glued onto the skull. Another screeching cry rang out and its nails scored down his back.
Chris Jericho screamed, sitting up in his bed and he took a quick glance around the hospital room. A thick blanket of sweat coated his body and he doubled over, his stomach lurching. The physical pain of the attack earlier wearied him quickly and the room spun. His stomach flipping knots, his heart beating in his throat and Chris felt hot tears on his face. His entire body shook.
His stomach refused to still and his face scrunched with the pain he felt. "Trish," he cried, his stomach still heaving and he cried her name one last time before leaning over the side of the bed. Bile rose in his throat, his empty stomach heaving with his nausea and Chris couldn't fight his body's desire to expel what little remained.
( Read, review, let me know what you think. Oh and trust me ... the angst is gonna skyrocket. Review if you want me to continue.)
Author: Crimson Coin CrimsonCoinyahoo.com
Rating: PG 15 and higher at some points. Warning: Language.
Summery: The sequel to "Unstoppable". Will Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus's love truly be able to last?
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any of the affiliated wrestlers.
Timeline: From March 22, 2004 and all said dates.
Archiving: Ask me first.
June 28, 2004
Chris Jericho growled his frustration stomping down the corridor with Edge close at his side.
"Hey, Jericho."
The Canadians spun at the familiar tone. There was no time for reaction.
Dave Batista plowed into Chris Jericho, Chris grunting with the impact as the big man tackled him to the ground. Edge stood shocked for only a moment but before he could help, a shoulder dug into his ribs, spearing him to the ground as well.
Jericho struggled, but the big man had him pinned and all he could do was raise his arms to defend his head. Edge, on the other hand, quickly gained the offensive and tossed Randy Orton away. Randy stumbled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes fired with an unknown rage.
Charging again, Orton lunged, punching Edge square across the jaw. Edge fell back, his back crashing against the concrete wall then he collapsed into a pile of pipes, chairs and boxes.
Randy wasted no time, immediately pouncing on Jericho, his fists joining the fray. Chris groaned as he felt his lip split and he was defenseless to the attack. He shoved and bucked with everything inside, but Batista was too big. He felt his breath escape as the big monster turned his attention lower and began jabbing Chris in the ribs.
Chris felt dizzy from the pain and soon, the two were gone. He curled into himself, a coughing fit striking his weary chest and he felt darkness surrounding him. He could faintly hear voices and instantly recognized them but could do little about it.
"Maybe that'll teach him." Randy said, harshly then spat in Chris's hair.
Dave smiled, leaning down to swat at Chris's head. "And this isn't even the start of what I have in store for you, boy!"
The darkness won.
Trish Stratus winced, lying back on the couch in the Evolution locker room. She licked her lips, letting her eyes fall closed as she tried desperately to relax, but her back simply hurt too much. She wouldn't tell anyone. Oh no, she couldn't.
But Chris ... damn him. Damn that man. She had been placed in that wretched submission move of his for so long. First, Christian leaned so far back into it and then Chris ... week after week ... she hurt.
She'd kept it hidden well for a long time. Tyson, Christian, Randy, Stacy, no one knew. No one could tell the pain she was in. She prided herself on being a good actress like that.
She opened her eyes as the door opened, Randy and Batista walking inside before the door shut behind them. Randy looked at her only a moment then walked towards the showers. "I'm getting in," he said, nonchalantly, barely giving her a second glance.
Trish sighed at his behavior but then watched cautiously, nervously as Dave approached her.
Dave Batista dropped slowly to his knees at her side then cocked his head, eyeing her with a strange warmth. "Hi."
"Hi," she answered, feeling a chill freeze her core.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said, softly. "Or do anything for that matter. I just wanted to talk."
She licked her lips, shifting her weight and doing her best to keep the wince off her face.
Dave sighed, sitting back on his heels as he bowed his head. "You know, something has been plaguing my mind for months now and I owe you an apology."
Trish eyed him, curious. She forced herself to sit up, biting her tongue to keep from vocalizing the pain that movement created.
"I know it's not an excuse and I'm not trying to make excuses but it was a really rough time for me." He continued, not looking her in the eye. "Hunter told us all that ... well, to be honest that you were easy and that when he and Stephanie ended, he came to you the same way and you were all for it."
Trish blinked slowly, remembering her evening with The Game.
Dave chuckled. "I guess you'd changed in those years. But Hunter was just thinking that what I needed was a good woman. One who knew what she was doing so that I could escape the pain, you know." He paused. "She ... my girlfriend at the time left me for another man and I got carried away and didn't know what to do and Hunter was right. Being with another woman that night had helped me."
Still Trish gave no answer.
"You were the first person Hunter suggested." Dave ran a big hand through his slicked hair. He inhaled deeply then looked up, meeting her eyes. "So I'm sorry if I frightened you. I never intended to take advantage of you or anything. It's just from word of mouth, I figured you'd be willing."
"It's ok, Dave." She said, gently, reaching out to cup the big man's cheek. "All is forgiven. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you. I just didn't understand."
"It's probably better this way." He responded. "After all, it would be kind of weird. You know you dating Orton after sleeping with me."
A genuine smile pulled at Trish's lips. "Well, if it had happened, who's to say I'd be with Randy right now. I might have stayed with you."
Dave blushed, bowing his head. "Maybe. But either way, I'm real sorry. You know Randy told me, about Chris hitting you." He looked up at her, more comfortable now that he'd changed direction of the conversation. "I'll make him pay for that. Of all the things that we do with women, beating them or hitting them in any way is never an option. That little weasel is gonna get what's coming to him. Randy and I took care of him just now."
Her eyes widened. "What? What'd you do?"
He smiled, proudly. "Let's just say, he'll remember not to mess with one of ours. Evolution protects their own. And at Vengeance, I'll make sure he remembers it. Win or lose, I don't care. He will feel pain."
Trish swallowed the lump in her throat but she couldn't respond. Randy walked out of the shower, a white towel wrapped around his hips, his body still dripping with water. "Hey, Dave. Let's go."
Dave chuckled. "What's your rush? You ain't coming out with us tonight anyway."
Randy smiled his gorgeous winning smile. "But your ass is my ride back to the hotel. So this means that Trish and I have to sit here until you're ready."
Dave playfully smacked his friend on the shoulders. "Well then you're just going to have to wait, aren't you."
Randy rolled his eyes as Dave walked away. He spared her no courtesy as he dropped the towel to the ground, pulling his clothes from his bag and stepping into his boxers.
Trish licked her lips. "What did you do to Chris?"
"Don't worry," he said, curtly. "We handled things."
"You didn't have to."
Randy jumped, pulling up his pants, buttoning them then zipping the fly before he turned to her. A serious expression fell onto his face as he dropped to his knees at her feet, taking her hands in his. "He hurt you. I protect fiercely what is mine."
"But he hurt me before I was with you."
"Doesn't matter." Randy answered without hesitation. "I know why he did what he did. Chris Jericho all of a sudden high and mighty? I knew exactly the girl you were when Chris started getting interested in you. I heard all the stories and knew. He didn't and when he found out. Well, he just couldn't be a man about it. I knew. I knew about all the men and I don't care. I'm with you and couldn't give two damn about it. You're with me now, that's what counts."
Another smile pulled at Trish's lips and the door burst open, Ric Flair stepping inside. "Hello, all."
"Hi, Ric." Randy said then plopped next to Trish on the couch, a hand coming up to hold his head. "Damn it, Dave has a strong clothesline."
Ric nodded, the ever-present grin on his face. "That he does. You know what's a good cure for a hard knock? A woman."
Randy laughed. "That's your cure for everything, isn't it."
"Prove me wrong," Ric said with a raised finger as he moved further into the room. "I'm serious man. A real beautiful woman can get your mind off of anything."
"Hmmm," Randy hummed. "Now where can I find a beautiful woman?"
Trish ducked her head, feeling a betrayal and rejection as he stared off to a blank corner of the room.
"I know!" Randy exclaimed and Trish squealed as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap and holding her gently against his dampened chest. "I've got one. Ok, now what, Ric?"
Trish giggled, cuddling into him as her hands traced around his waist then up his sides and over his abs and chest.
Ric smiled, his eyes glowing mischievously. "It looks like she's already got the right idea."
Randy chuckled and he wrapped his arms a little tighter around her. "Well, my dear, it looks like we should be leaving here very shortly. That or Ric and Dave will be viewing a very interesting entertainment segment in about, oh say, thirty seconds."
Ric stood, walking to Batista's bag and pulling out a set of car keys. "Here," he tossed the keys. "Take Dave's car."
Randy reached out quickly, grabbing the keys from the air before they could hit the woman in his arms. "But what about you guys?"
"We're going out on the town." Ric said. "Don't worry, we'll take the limo. You go have fun with your little prize."
"My prize, huh." Randy said, amused as Trish helped him to his feet. "You guys have fun without me. Ooo, wait, I forgot my shampoo in the shower. I'll be right back."
Trish watched him jog back to the shower stall.
"Sweetheart."
Trish turned to look at Ric at his call of endearment.
"You know something," he started. "That boy hasn't been with a single woman but you since you went to him that night. And Hunter ... well he's kinda upset that the whole gang isn't out partying it up. But not me. I'm glad that kid found someone solid for a change."
Trish smiled.
"I was a playboy, you know." Ric said even softer. "And now that I look back, I regret it. I hurt a lot of good girls but Randy ... well, he seems smarter than I was. He's keeping one of the good ones."
Trish flushed and Randy walked out, noting the embarrassed look on Trish's face. "What's this?" He asked with light hearted curiosity. "You makin my girl blush?"
Ric laughed. "Get outta here, you two, before Dave finds out I gave you his keys."
Randy laughed, taking Trish's hand and shouldering his bag. "Later." He waved, leading her out the door.
Randy watched her carefully as Trish led the way up to his hotel room. He followed her wordlessly inside and his eyes narrowed as she took extra care placing her belongings on his bed. And as if by instinct, she pulled her shirt over her head.
He stepped to her quickly, placing his hands on her shoulders to still her actions. "Don't." he said softly. "You're hurt."
Trish turned quickly, her eyes widened and slightly angered at his accusation. "That's a filthy lie."
He cocked his head. "Is it really?"
"Yes," she stood resilient, unmoving and she outright refused to admit that he was right.
He grabbed her hand then, bringing her into the bathroom. "Stay here," he said in a serious tone as he walked to the large Jacuzzi bathtub and started the water. Testing carefully, he made sure it was the right temperature. Glancing over his head, he picked out the perfect bottle, opened the cap and raised the bottle to his nose, inhaling the scent.
Confident with his choice, he poured the slightest amount into the tub then resealed the cap, dropping the bottle to the floor. He reached for her. "Come here."
Trish stepped to him, unmoving and refusing to show any emotion.
He smiled, warmly then leaned down to give her a soft kiss. "Bet you didn't know this was in me, huh." Taking his time, he tenderly removed her clothing until she stood nude before him. He chuckled at her shy blush. "Don't be embarrassed." He grabbed her hand then. "Here, step in."
Trish allowed him to help her into the tub and she sat down, her eyes turning to look at him. He wrestled with his pants, pushing them off his hips and she immediately knew his intentions. She restrained her scowl.
But Randy left his boxers on and instead walked back to the tub, kneeling at the side as he turned off the hot flow of water. Trish eyed him curiously, unsure of what he was doing. But again he only smiled and gently touched her shoulder. "Turn around. Relax. Just let the warmth and the scent and everything calm you."
She obeyed him and turned. His hands pressed into her shoulders and her eyes fluttered as he kneaded the sore muscles. Removing his hands, he wiped them on his boxers then reached over to the sink, grabbing her cosmetic bag.
He pulled out one of her hair ties and with great care, he gathered her hair off her shoulders and tied it back. His hands immediately returned to her shoulders. "Lean forward a bit." He said in a husky voice and his hands massaged down her back, constantly pressing, rubbing then pouring the water over her back and shoulders.
Trish closed her eyes with a sigh, and she felt so relaxed. She must have lost her balance because one of his arms slipped around her waist, holding her steady as he continued to massage her back.
Randy worked lower and lower on her back, feeling the tensed balled muscles and he was diligent in his desire to free her from such strain. "Are you feeling any better?" And he chuckled at her cute moan of approval. "I do care for you, Trish. I don't want to see you hurt. If something hurts, tell me."
"But I know what you expect." She breathed, her head lolling with his actions.
"Sex comes second."
Shocked, she pulled from his grasp, turning to face him with a look of disbelief. "What?"
"Are you that shocked?"
Her eyes wandered a moment. "Well, to be honest ... yes."
A flash of hurt reflected in his eyes. "I'm sorry you feel that way." He stood.
"Wait," she said quickly, reaching out to grab his hand. "Don't go." She pulled him down and he obeyed, kneeling again. "It's just that ... I didn't expect you to say something like that."
He cocked his head at her. "Why do you look at me like that?"
"You really do care, don't you? You approve?"
The hurt remained in his eyes and a flash of confusion filled him. "Of course I care. Why would you think I wouldn ..."
His words were cut off when she quickly lifted onto her knees, her arms wrapping around his neck as her lips crashed to his. Shocked by such passionate fire, he didn't react at first but soon, his own arms wrapped around her and he kissed her back.
Her hands traveled quickly down his body and pushed down his boxers. He pulled back. "Wait."
She shook her head. "Please. Join me. Now. I need you."
"Trish ..."
"Please," she begged, reaching for him again, her mouth crushing against his in a deep drugging kiss. Randy didn't object this time and he helped her make quick work of his boxers before he followed her into the tub. She gasped as he trailed his hot mouth over her neck, finding the perfect place to focus.
A gasp slipped from her lips and she arched her back, tilting her head to give him easy access. She had to feel his pleasure. She had to feel his approval. She had to make him happy. He cared about her. Trish closed her eyes falling silently into the pleasure, even as the back of her mind pictured another.
He smiled, pulling the small child further into his lap. "And what are you doing up so late, Missy?"
The little girl smiled; Oh, how she looked like her mother. "I wanna wait for Mommy to come home."
"But Mommy would be very upset if you were still awake. Your bedtime was two hours ago."
"Please, Daddy," the little girl begged, her eyes saddened as a sweet pout fell onto her lips.
He chuckled, shaking his head. Just like her Mother. He could never deny that woman when she gave him the same look, how could he deny his daughter. "Ok. But only until Mommy comes home, then you have to go to bed."
A door opened and she walked inside, her eyes gazing softly and maternally at her sleeping husband and the child that lay at his side. She padded softly across the room, gathering the tiny child into her arms. The man stirred yet did not waken, but merely licked his lips and moaned his wife's name before stilling.
A beautiful smile pulled at her lips as she carried her daughter up the stairs.
"Mommy?"
"Shhh," she hushed, rubbing the child's back at her sleepy tone. "Mommy's here. And it's past your bedtime."
The little girl yawned, rubbing her eyes before laying her head back onto her mother's shoulder. "Daddy said I could wait up for you."
"Oh he did, did he?"
"Mmm hmmm," The little girl yawned again. "But Daddy fell asleep and I didn't want to leave him alone."
The woman shook her head. Leave it to that man to fall asleep while watching their child. She walked into the nursery, placing the child on the bed then tucking her under the covers. "Now you go to sleep, little one. We have a busy day tomorrow."
The little girl smiled, her eyes dancing. Oh, how she looked like him with such a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Grandma's."
"That's right, we're going to Grandma's." The woman brushed the hair from her daughter's face as the child fell immediately into the realms of sleep.
"When did you get home?"
The woman turned at the voice, spotting her husband in the doorway, his arms stretched as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. She smiled, softly. "Just now."
He yawned, stretching a little further then stepped out of the doorway to let her pass. "We were trying to wait up for you."
"And it appears you've done a miserable job at that, my dear."
He chuckled, following her down the hall and into their bedroom. "I'm not very good at that whole ... you know, awake ... thing."
"You never were," she answered lightheartedly, walking silently to the bed and kicking off her shoes.
He watched her those few moments, in silence. She was so beautiful. More beautiful than he ever remembered. He didn't think it possible to love someone so much, or so completely and yet ... he did. She walked gracefully over to the large window, throwing open the curtains and staring out into the night.
Her arms wrapped around her stomach as she gave a satiated sigh. "Isn't it beautiful outside at this time?"
He stepped to her then, standing behind her as he wrapped her in his arms, pulling her back into his chest. She didn't resist, not at all, but completely leaned into him, her hands running over his arms then entwining her fingers with his. He inhaled, her familiar scent filling and completing him. "Not as beautiful as you, my love."
She sighed contently, blinking slowly as she turned in his arms. A smile slipped onto her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Do you think so?"
"Mmmm," he rocked against her, his arms sliding tighter around her waist. "Yeah, I ... I think so. I mean the jury is still out on deliberation, but I think so."
That seductive twinkle glimmered in her eyes as she glanced at their door then back into his eyes. "So how long do you think we have till she wakes up?"
"Well, that depends on what you have planned. I, for one ..." he smiled, leaning slowly down to her, his nose brushing against hers. He felt her heart race, her breath catch and his smile broadened. "I could really go for waffles."
"Waffles?" she laughed, swatting his arm and wiggling from his grasp. "Get the hell outta here." She teased, walking to the bed. "A response like that, you can take the couch, Mister." She picked up his pillow and tossed it at his chest.
He caught the pillow with ease, a sorrowful pout slipping onto his face. "But the couch is so cold. And it's been so long without you."
"You shoulda thought of that before you voiced your craving for waffles."
That mischievous smile tweaked at his lips and he tossed the pillow at her. She caught it quickly but he had distracted her with that and she soon found herself tackled and pinned to the bed. She bit back her laugh and did her best to look annoyed. "This most certainly is NOT the couch."
"No," he chuckled. "But I think it's far more comfortable." He wiggled against her, settling more easily into her body. "Don't you think?"
"Waffles," she huffed, looking away from him and to the ceiling.
He smiled at her, cocking his head in a sweet adorable way. "But I have a secret."
"What's that?" she asked, intrigued. "And this better be good, Buddy, because right now, I'm not too pleased with you."
"Do you know why I wanted waffles?"
She glared, a cute pout pulling at her lips.
But he leaned down, brushing his lips over hers before speaking. "Everyone knows the best part of the waffles ... is the syrup. And I want to eat that syrup ..." he kissed her softly, "off of you." That said, he nudged her neck, sealing his lips to her throat.
A groan slipped from her lips and her hands tangled in his hair, holding him close. She arched and squirmed against him, sighing her content as his lips traveled to her ear, nibbling along the shell before licking lightly inside. She shivered.
"Would you like me to stop?" He breathed, heatedly, pushing his hips and body closer to her.
"You better not," she answered in a lusty sigh, clutching even tighter to him.
He chuckled softly, running his tongue along her ear before slowly brushing his lips back to her mouth. "So do you have any syrup?"
"No," she answered, her eyes flashing fierce passionate need and her hands ran down his back then sides, eventually cupping him roughly through his pants. He gruffed a breathy curse, shuddering against her and she only smiled winningly. "But you have some ... and I want to taste."
He growled, his body quaking as her lips crashed to his in a fiery kiss and he could do nothing more then submit. Every second that followed was filled with mind altering bliss. He had never known pleasure to be so intense, so wonderful. She was even more beautiful in such aroused passion and he had to keep reminding himself to breath and stay controlled if he wanted to survive.
How much he missed her? How much he needed her?
His stomach undulating, his hips rocking into hers, the sweet sweat dripped off their skin, coating their lover in a heated passionate slick. To be connected to her was a feeling all in itself, so wonderful and perfect and her legs wrapped around his waist to pull him even closer. Each time it was always as if it was his first and he had to remind himself to breath and to control himself lest it end too soon. "Darling," he panted into her open mouth, his body never stopping its motions, its instinctual desire to please and complete hers. "Darling, open your eyes."
Her eyes opened and he sighed at her loveliness. A strange darkness enveloped them and no longer were they making love in a room but in a blackened blankness of space. She spurred him on, her nails digging into his back.
A strike of pain stung at his core and the blackness devoured them, shadowing them from each other before flying away. Tears scrolled down her cheeks, her brown eyes filled with sorrow and her bright blonde tresses pulled weighty on her drawn face. She spoke to him in nothing but a whisper. "Chris, I ..."
Beyond his control, he recoiled his hand. "Did I tell you to speak, Whore? Speak when you're spoken to." He struck her hard, the back of his hand slapping her across the face.
In that instant, the flesh driveled and fell from her body, leaving her a grotesque gooey skeletal corpse. Yet those eyes, her eyes remained in tact within the eye sockets, still glassy and full of panged, sorrow and unshed tears. A high pitch shrill erupted from its decrepit mouth and his head swirled with the resounding shriek, his eyes were wide and glued onto the skull. Another screeching cry rang out and its nails scored down his back.
Chris Jericho screamed, sitting up in his bed and he took a quick glance around the hospital room. A thick blanket of sweat coated his body and he doubled over, his stomach lurching. The physical pain of the attack earlier wearied him quickly and the room spun. His stomach flipping knots, his heart beating in his throat and Chris felt hot tears on his face. His entire body shook.
His stomach refused to still and his face scrunched with the pain he felt. "Trish," he cried, his stomach still heaving and he cried her name one last time before leaning over the side of the bed. Bile rose in his throat, his empty stomach heaving with his nausea and Chris couldn't fight his body's desire to expel what little remained.
( Read, review, let me know what you think. Oh and trust me ... the angst is gonna skyrocket. Review if you want me to continue.)