Title: Endless Love
Author: Crimson Coin
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.
July 26, 2004
Randy Orton's smile brightened, his eyes beaming as he looked between Dave and Ric. "I can't believe I won. I actually won. I'm the number one contender."
Ric laughed, slapping his young apprentice on the back. "That you are. You certainly are."
"Did you see me out there?" Randy asked, excitedly. "Did you see me? How I took it to Jericho, that son of a bitch. I showed him. He didn't think I could get him out. And I did. I did it."
Dave smiled. "I'm glad you got him out. He doesn't deserve to be anywhere near that title. And I'm gonna make it my business to ensure that he doesn't get another belt."
"We all need something to strive for, Big Man." Ric said comfortingly as he nodded at the largest member of Evolution."
"Hey Champ," Dave called as he saw Randy packing his bag. "Aren't you gonna shower first?"
"Nah," Randy answered. "I need to find Trish."
Dave laughed. "I gottcha. You have fun."
Ric didn't speak as Dave grabbed a towel and walked into the shower stall. When the jets turned on, Ric turned his attention back to the younger man. "Trish?"
"Yeah," Randy said. "I've got to find her." Now in street clothes, he turned, the sweat still glistening on his brow and arms. His sleeveless Legend Killer shirt clung to his sticky body, his track pants wet from the water he'd just poured on himself. He hopped, pulling his sneakers onto his feet then smiled. "Ric, you know something?"
"What's that, my boy?" Ric asked affectionately, lounging back on the couch in Evolution's locker room.
Randy sighed, his eyes almost dreamy as he gazed at the ceiling. "It's Trish. She ... she really got to me. It's like I'm a new man."
A haunting feeling overcame Ric but he couldn't let it show. "What do you mean?"
Randy sat quickly on the couch. "I mean, it's like I've never felt like this before. I don't know how to describe it or what to do or ..." he laughed. "I just want to charge out into the streets and scream. And just scream and I don't care who hears me. And this title shot is just the icing on the cake. I have everything."
"You really care about her, don't you."
"Care?" Randy smiled, sighing contently. "Care isn't even the word. I think I'm in love with her." When Ric tried to speak, Randy raised his hands. "I know what you're going to say. I've only been with her a little over a month and I can't be in love with her. But I am. I think. See this is what I'm talking about when I say that I don't know. Cuz I've never been in love before."
Ric nodded. "I gottcha, Kid."
"How do I know?" Randy asked. "I mean what do I do? Do I tell her? Do I show her? She makes me so happy and I ... I want her to know." He chuckled, shaking his head with a casual shrug. "I'm not really a romantic kinda guy and I want to do something to show her how I feel. You're great with women, Ric. Come on, you've got to have some ideas."
"I don't want to tell you anything." Ric said. "Because then it's not from you. If you want Trish, well then you get her. I won't lie to you. You have got to work your ass off to keep a woman. And Trish is no exception. Hell, you'll probably have to work extra hard to keep her."
Randy furrowed his brow. "Why?"
"Women are complicated like that." Ric answered hiding the truth. "I ... I can't really explain it but you've got to trust me. And I'm probably not the best person to ask about this. I'm not good at keeping women. I can get 'em. But I sure as hell can't keep 'em."
Randy nodded. "Ok. I guess I'll just have to wing it then."
Ric watched as Randy jumped to his feet, shouldered his bag and raced to the door. "Aren't you gonna watch the match?"
"Hell no." Randy answered with a smile. "To be dead honest, Ric, I don't give two shits who wins. Because it don't matter. I got Trish by my side and that belt hanging only a few feet away. I can't lose. It's like a fairy tale. I'll have the gold. I'll have the girl. God, will I have the girl."
When the door closed Ric only shook his head, leaning back on the couch. The quest for that belt would be a gauntlet. And Randy was going to get his heart broken as well. Ric had his doubts that Randy could obtain the gold whether from Hunter or from Benoit. But he might be able to keep Trish ... if she could only have a change of heart.
Randy raced down the arena corridor, his bag bouncing against his hip. It was heavy, but he didn't care. His smile brightened as he saw her door just ahead and without even knocking, he barged inside.
Trish gasped, her eyes flying to the door at his entry and she jumped, frightened.
He dropped the bag from his shoulder, his eyes locked intensely. He licked his lips, trying to quiet his pants from his recent exertion to get to her as quickly as possible. He swallowed hard, clearing the distance between them in only three strides. He cupped her face in his warm hands, pulling her to him and capturing her lips.
She whimpered, shuddering against him, her lips trembling and Randy pushed even closer to her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. A soft moan escaped her and she caved towards him, her hands rested on his hips to keep herself from falling.
Randy swirled his tongue a moment then tilted his head, pushing closer still to deepen the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in purest want. His fingers tickled over her cheeks then brushed back through her hair, cupping her head gently. His one hand trailed to her neck, slowly massaging as his other arm wrapped around her body, pulling her closer still. He tilted his head the other way, using that moment to take a deep breath and then his mouth was assaulting hers again.
Trish leaned into him, helplessly clutching at him and she couldn't help but respond with equal passion. Her knees weakened and she could barely stand on her own. He sensed this and pulled her closer against him, supporting her as he continued the needy embrace.
Randy sighed, tilting his head back up to slowly pull back, his lips lingering on hers, moist and wet for an elongated moment. He panted, his breath short as his lower lip brushed along her upper lip and he finally pulled his mouth from hers.
Trish closed her eyes, licking her lips as she ducked her head. She could feel such passion, such want and yet so much affection and love. Emotions she could never fully return to him. She squeezed her eyes tighter together, willing the tears to stay back as she hid from his gaze, but couldn't pull away.
He sensed her discomfort, even her mild sorrow and he didn't speak. Instead, he leaned down, nuzzling her with a tenderness he didn't even know he possessed. His nose brushed against hers as he pressed his forehead to her brow. He pursed his lips, offering a soft kiss.
She accepted.
He sighed as he kissed her with nothing more than his lips and he held her by those luscious lips for as long as he could. Finally, needing to breathe, he let her break the kiss, but he did not release her from his arms. He rubbed his forehead against hers, his arms tightening around her body as he spoke. "I did it," he whispered.
"I know," she breathed.
He swallowed hard, his eyes closed as he spoke deeply and sincerely. "I did it because of you." His husky voice said, full or raw emotion. "I get out there and I think of you and it keeps my going." He reached up, cupping her face to keep her close, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. "That's how I had the energy to stay in there. And last week when I kicked out of Edge's spear. I don't know how I did it but I just ... I think of you and I can do anything. That's how I know I'm going to win at Summerslam. You ... you just ..."
"Don't," she pleaded softly. "Don't say it. Don't say anything else."
"I have to." He answered. "You just have this power over me and I can't resist."
"I don't want that power." Trish said, shaking her head and trying to ease away from him.
Randy tightened his arms. "No woman has ever made me feel this way before. You make me happy, Trish. And I know how you said that you're sad and all that about not being ok last week. I understand and that's ok."
He chuckled, shaking his head lightly then nuzzling her nose to nose. "I'm not really a romantic kinda guy. I don't think this is coming out as wonderfully as it should. But I guess what I'm trying to say is that I think I'm falling in love with you."
Her breath hitched high in her throat.
"I know what you're going to say." He continued. "It's too soon in a relationship of any sort to know that but I don't care. I'm just laying everything out on the table. Well, if I were truly honest, I shouldn't say 'think'. I know I'm falling in love with you."
"Randy, I ..."
"Shhh," he hushed with a loving smile and his eyes opened. "Look at me." When her eyes fluttered open, he sighed dreamily, caressing her cheeks with his hands before running them softly down her body, eventually wrapping his arms around her waist. "So beautiful."
Trish swallowed hard. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes and she shook her head, closing her eyes and ducking away from his gaze.
"No, no." he cooed, cupping her face again and tilting her back up, her eyes meeting his again. "I don't want to make things weird. And I don't expect a response or anything from you and it's ok if you don't want to say anything." Again, he chuckled at himself. "I probably just made things all the more confusing by stumbling that out. Ah, that's ok. Ask me to rip into a guy in the ring and I can deliver."
She smiled, a little giggle slipping from her lips.
His smile brightened at her response and he brushed a hand back through her hair, sweeping the strands over her shoulder and away from her neck. "But ask me to romance a woman and I'm a fifteen year old on his first date." He placed both his hands on her hips. "Here."
Trish knew what he wanted and so she gave a little jump, helping him hoist her into the air and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. She knew him so well, knew what he expected and she readied herself to be slammed against a wall.
But he didn't.
Confused, she furrowed her brow as he walked to the bench at one end of the room and sat down. She gave an 'Umph' at the impact and her legs dangled behind him to one side of the bench while he sat facing the other.
"You know something?"
"What?" she asked, pushing back from him just a little, her hands resting on his pecks.
He draped his arms over her waist, looking adoringly up into her eyes. "I've got this grand idea."
"What's that?"
He licked his lips, his smile softening. "Well it takes place after Summerslam, that night in Toronto. And it involves you and me." He hummed, rocking them slightly, loving how close she was, how high on his hips she sat. "And you're completely naked, wearing only your Championship belt. And I'm lying buck ass naked on my back on a king size bed with red satin sheets; the World Title strapped around my waist. And you're on top of me ... and I'm inside you ... and we're engaged in the most passionate love making to ever grace the Canadian soil."
A smile pulled at Trish's lips.
"How does that sound?"
"That ..." Trish swallowed hard. "That sounds absolutely wonderful."
"I thought so," he answered, pulling her closer and burying into her neck, his lips attaching to her throat.
Trish closed her eyes, shuddering against his actions and her tears. He was too good. He was too sweet. She didn't deserve that kind of affection or love. He really did love her and she didn't love him back.
He hummed his content, trailing his hands up the back of her shirt to caress skin.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding his head to her. Maybe she could make herself love him. She didn't want to hurt Randy and it wasn't as if the man she loved returned her affection. Yes. She would make herself love Randy Orton. Then nobody would be hurt.
He leaned casually in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her.
She stood in front of a full length mirror in their bedroom, wearing a black cotton bra and white, lace, high-hip panties. She ground the ball of her bare foot into the carpet a moment then sucked her lower lip into her mouth, examining herself.
He sighed, pleasurably.
She jumped, turning to face him. "Oh," she relaxed, turning her back on him to look back into the mirror. "You scared me." She quickly snatched one of his tee shirts from the floor and pulled it over herself, the shirt covering to her mid thigh.
"You didn't have to do that," he said, stepping into the room. "I was enjoying the view."
She laughed, returning her attention to the mirror. "There's nothing to enjoy."
"Why would you say that?" he asked, concerned, stepping behind her to glance over her shoulder and into the mirror. His arms slipped around her waist, holding her gently as he cocked his head. "There's more than enough to enjoy when it comes to you."
She shook her head, reaching up to touch her cheek then the corner of her eye. "God, look at me, Chris."
He smiled, his eyes scanning her body in the mirror. "I am."
She sighed, a frown on her face. "What happened to me?" He didn't answer her and she inferred that he agreed with her. "I'm going to be forty tomorrow."
"I know," he said, smiling as he tightened his arms momentarily in a hug. "Happy Early Birthday."
But again, she shook her head. "I already look so old. Being forty is just going to solidify it."
"You don't look old, Baby," he laughed, his eyes bright with amusement.
"I do." She answered, slightly hurt at his jesting manner. "I know what you're going to say. That you're forty-five and it's nothing. But you've aged so well and your body ... you still look amazing. Men always age so well and you're still so handsome. But look at me. I'm getting wrinkles and my body ... I'm fat. I look like an old hag."
"You're not fat. And you're not a hag."
"I am."
"No," Chris shook his head, seriousness in his tone. "You are not fat. Trish, Sweetie, you haven't been in the ring for over six years, you've given me four children and you don't work out like you used to. There's more meat on you then when we married but it's not fat. Your stomach is flat and your body is still tone but just not like it once was."
"Chris, I would completely understand if you wanted a beautiful woman. You're still so good looking and you could get any woman you wanted. I wouldn't be upset if you wanted a mistress. There're more than enough women out there that I've seen looking at you. I'd be ok with that."
He furrowed his brow. "I already have a beautiful woman."
She nodded, slowly. "You already have another woman?"
"No," he corrected. "I have you."
She laughed. "I'm not a beautiful woman. Not anymore."
"Yes, you are." He said. "And I don't want anyone else. And you're not old. We all get older, Trish, but that doesn't mean you're not beautiful. You're as beautiful today as you were the day we got married. And you were as beautiful then as you were the day I first met you." He smiled. "I'm just in awe that a beautiful woman like you would be with a goofball jackass like me."
"But I'm not beautiful."
"Yes, you are." He said then grabbed the hem of her shirt. Without even warning her, he lifted it over her head. She gasped but he didn't let her get away. Dropping the shirt to the floor, he wrapped his arms around her again and pulled her back into his chest so they were both looking into the mirror.
"Chris."
"Just look at you," he sighed. "I have never ... to this day ... seen anything as perfect as you. And whether you believe me or not is up to you. I speak the truth. You're breathtaking."
She ducked her head.
"No no," he gently cooed. "Look back in the mirror. Look on my face and just ... just the mere pleasure I get from looking at you."
He watched as a faint flush rose to her cheeks and she blinked a few times, her breath escaping erratically until she swallowed hard, stilling her heart.
"I was going to wait until tomorrow morning to give this to you. But I think it's best now. Close your eyes."
She obeyed. She could hear him rustling around and then suddenly felt his arms hovering over her shoulders.
"Ok, open your eyes."
She gasped.
"I bought it for you." He said, holding the necklace in front of her so she could see it in the mirror. Her eyes widened as he slowly fastened it around her neck. Three diamond strands wrapped gracefully around her neck all meeting at a single point in the back. The diamonds shimmered regally in the light, reflecting back at her in the mirror. Every diamond the same on every strand. It was noble, delicate ... royal.
"Chris,"
"It looks wonderful on you," he breathed. "They're blue diamonds. It's not flawless, but almost. God, it's perfect."
"Chris, I ... I can't accept this," she said, her eyes still wide. "We ... we can't afford something like this."
"We already did."
Her brow furrowed as she met his eyes in the mirror. "It's absolutely gorgeous, Chris. I've ... I've never seen anything like it. But ... But how could we afford this. How much was it? We have four kids and the dogs and the mortgage on the summer place."
"Doesn't matter."
"No, please," she begged. "This was an unreal investment and you should have asked me before buying something like this."
He shook his head. "We will have to sacrifice nothing. It's already paid in full."
"But ... but how."
He smiled, resting his chin on her shoulder as he tightened his arms. "For the last seven years, any spending money that I had for myself was put away. I haven't bought anything for me. I made sure we had the money for bills and food and all that stuff and you know how we always kept money out for ourselves. Every single cent that was my personal money, I used to buy this. And it's already bought and paid in full. It's yours."
"Chris..."
"It's all yours," he repeated, whispering into her ear. "It was no sacrifice for me. It's yours because you're beautiful and because I love you."
She turned in his arms, tears in her eyes as she gazed up at him.
He smiled gently. "You're still the most beautiful thing to me. And I'm an old goat now and just because it takes me longer to get going and I'm not as rigorous or have the endurance like I used to doesn't mean I don't still want you with every god damn fiber of me being. That's if you still want an old man like me."
She choked on her tears, a bright smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting onto her toes. "You ... you still love me?"
"Damn straight, I do."
She licked her lips then, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned up towards him.
Chris forced his eyes open, stirring in the bed. "Oh no you don't." he said, opening his eyes wide as he sat up. "Oh no, not this time." He laughed, sitting straight up and looking across the way into the mirror.
He smiled, shaking his head. "Not this time. I won't let it get that far. I have you beat." He pointed at the mirror. "I knew it was coming. I wasn't completely asleep yet. HAH!"
He chuckled. "What was going to happen this time, huh? Were the diamonds going to turn into piranhas and chew away at her flesh? Was another lion- bull-goat hybrid going to rape her in front of me again? What?"
He shook his head, his eyes glaring as he growled at himself. "I don't know anymore. What, do I have to confront her or something and then maybe I could get a good night's sleep? It doesn't matter anyway. She has Randy Orton. And obviously he's better than me in every god damned way. He beats me in the ring. He's more desirable, his body and everything. I knew it. I knew that the hair on my body mattered. But no ... I was too chicken shit to shave it when it mattered. Well guess what, Chris, it doesn't fucking matter now."
He sighed, letting his accusatory finger drop to the bed. "Randy is better. She's with Randy. She ... she can have any man she wants and she wants Randy Orton. So why do you keep doing this to me!"
He blinked a few times, listening to the slow inhale and exhale of his breath. "I could pour my heart out to her and it would make no difference. She won't come back to my arms. You don't know that. No, I know that."
His face contorted then, tears welling in his eyes as he brought his knees up to his chest, his legs slightly spread to keep his balance as his feet dug into the mattress. He raked his hands through his hair. "God, I'm so tired." The exhaustion unbearable, he fell back onto the mattress, rolling on his side as he curled into a ball, the tears still falling.
(Oh so complicated. Review me. I love reviews and if I get no reviews ... I don't write.)
Author: Crimson Coin
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.
July 26, 2004
Randy Orton's smile brightened, his eyes beaming as he looked between Dave and Ric. "I can't believe I won. I actually won. I'm the number one contender."
Ric laughed, slapping his young apprentice on the back. "That you are. You certainly are."
"Did you see me out there?" Randy asked, excitedly. "Did you see me? How I took it to Jericho, that son of a bitch. I showed him. He didn't think I could get him out. And I did. I did it."
Dave smiled. "I'm glad you got him out. He doesn't deserve to be anywhere near that title. And I'm gonna make it my business to ensure that he doesn't get another belt."
"We all need something to strive for, Big Man." Ric said comfortingly as he nodded at the largest member of Evolution."
"Hey Champ," Dave called as he saw Randy packing his bag. "Aren't you gonna shower first?"
"Nah," Randy answered. "I need to find Trish."
Dave laughed. "I gottcha. You have fun."
Ric didn't speak as Dave grabbed a towel and walked into the shower stall. When the jets turned on, Ric turned his attention back to the younger man. "Trish?"
"Yeah," Randy said. "I've got to find her." Now in street clothes, he turned, the sweat still glistening on his brow and arms. His sleeveless Legend Killer shirt clung to his sticky body, his track pants wet from the water he'd just poured on himself. He hopped, pulling his sneakers onto his feet then smiled. "Ric, you know something?"
"What's that, my boy?" Ric asked affectionately, lounging back on the couch in Evolution's locker room.
Randy sighed, his eyes almost dreamy as he gazed at the ceiling. "It's Trish. She ... she really got to me. It's like I'm a new man."
A haunting feeling overcame Ric but he couldn't let it show. "What do you mean?"
Randy sat quickly on the couch. "I mean, it's like I've never felt like this before. I don't know how to describe it or what to do or ..." he laughed. "I just want to charge out into the streets and scream. And just scream and I don't care who hears me. And this title shot is just the icing on the cake. I have everything."
"You really care about her, don't you."
"Care?" Randy smiled, sighing contently. "Care isn't even the word. I think I'm in love with her." When Ric tried to speak, Randy raised his hands. "I know what you're going to say. I've only been with her a little over a month and I can't be in love with her. But I am. I think. See this is what I'm talking about when I say that I don't know. Cuz I've never been in love before."
Ric nodded. "I gottcha, Kid."
"How do I know?" Randy asked. "I mean what do I do? Do I tell her? Do I show her? She makes me so happy and I ... I want her to know." He chuckled, shaking his head with a casual shrug. "I'm not really a romantic kinda guy and I want to do something to show her how I feel. You're great with women, Ric. Come on, you've got to have some ideas."
"I don't want to tell you anything." Ric said. "Because then it's not from you. If you want Trish, well then you get her. I won't lie to you. You have got to work your ass off to keep a woman. And Trish is no exception. Hell, you'll probably have to work extra hard to keep her."
Randy furrowed his brow. "Why?"
"Women are complicated like that." Ric answered hiding the truth. "I ... I can't really explain it but you've got to trust me. And I'm probably not the best person to ask about this. I'm not good at keeping women. I can get 'em. But I sure as hell can't keep 'em."
Randy nodded. "Ok. I guess I'll just have to wing it then."
Ric watched as Randy jumped to his feet, shouldered his bag and raced to the door. "Aren't you gonna watch the match?"
"Hell no." Randy answered with a smile. "To be dead honest, Ric, I don't give two shits who wins. Because it don't matter. I got Trish by my side and that belt hanging only a few feet away. I can't lose. It's like a fairy tale. I'll have the gold. I'll have the girl. God, will I have the girl."
When the door closed Ric only shook his head, leaning back on the couch. The quest for that belt would be a gauntlet. And Randy was going to get his heart broken as well. Ric had his doubts that Randy could obtain the gold whether from Hunter or from Benoit. But he might be able to keep Trish ... if she could only have a change of heart.
Randy raced down the arena corridor, his bag bouncing against his hip. It was heavy, but he didn't care. His smile brightened as he saw her door just ahead and without even knocking, he barged inside.
Trish gasped, her eyes flying to the door at his entry and she jumped, frightened.
He dropped the bag from his shoulder, his eyes locked intensely. He licked his lips, trying to quiet his pants from his recent exertion to get to her as quickly as possible. He swallowed hard, clearing the distance between them in only three strides. He cupped her face in his warm hands, pulling her to him and capturing her lips.
She whimpered, shuddering against him, her lips trembling and Randy pushed even closer to her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. A soft moan escaped her and she caved towards him, her hands rested on his hips to keep herself from falling.
Randy swirled his tongue a moment then tilted his head, pushing closer still to deepen the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in purest want. His fingers tickled over her cheeks then brushed back through her hair, cupping her head gently. His one hand trailed to her neck, slowly massaging as his other arm wrapped around her body, pulling her closer still. He tilted his head the other way, using that moment to take a deep breath and then his mouth was assaulting hers again.
Trish leaned into him, helplessly clutching at him and she couldn't help but respond with equal passion. Her knees weakened and she could barely stand on her own. He sensed this and pulled her closer against him, supporting her as he continued the needy embrace.
Randy sighed, tilting his head back up to slowly pull back, his lips lingering on hers, moist and wet for an elongated moment. He panted, his breath short as his lower lip brushed along her upper lip and he finally pulled his mouth from hers.
Trish closed her eyes, licking her lips as she ducked her head. She could feel such passion, such want and yet so much affection and love. Emotions she could never fully return to him. She squeezed her eyes tighter together, willing the tears to stay back as she hid from his gaze, but couldn't pull away.
He sensed her discomfort, even her mild sorrow and he didn't speak. Instead, he leaned down, nuzzling her with a tenderness he didn't even know he possessed. His nose brushed against hers as he pressed his forehead to her brow. He pursed his lips, offering a soft kiss.
She accepted.
He sighed as he kissed her with nothing more than his lips and he held her by those luscious lips for as long as he could. Finally, needing to breathe, he let her break the kiss, but he did not release her from his arms. He rubbed his forehead against hers, his arms tightening around her body as he spoke. "I did it," he whispered.
"I know," she breathed.
He swallowed hard, his eyes closed as he spoke deeply and sincerely. "I did it because of you." His husky voice said, full or raw emotion. "I get out there and I think of you and it keeps my going." He reached up, cupping her face to keep her close, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. "That's how I had the energy to stay in there. And last week when I kicked out of Edge's spear. I don't know how I did it but I just ... I think of you and I can do anything. That's how I know I'm going to win at Summerslam. You ... you just ..."
"Don't," she pleaded softly. "Don't say it. Don't say anything else."
"I have to." He answered. "You just have this power over me and I can't resist."
"I don't want that power." Trish said, shaking her head and trying to ease away from him.
Randy tightened his arms. "No woman has ever made me feel this way before. You make me happy, Trish. And I know how you said that you're sad and all that about not being ok last week. I understand and that's ok."
He chuckled, shaking his head lightly then nuzzling her nose to nose. "I'm not really a romantic kinda guy. I don't think this is coming out as wonderfully as it should. But I guess what I'm trying to say is that I think I'm falling in love with you."
Her breath hitched high in her throat.
"I know what you're going to say." He continued. "It's too soon in a relationship of any sort to know that but I don't care. I'm just laying everything out on the table. Well, if I were truly honest, I shouldn't say 'think'. I know I'm falling in love with you."
"Randy, I ..."
"Shhh," he hushed with a loving smile and his eyes opened. "Look at me." When her eyes fluttered open, he sighed dreamily, caressing her cheeks with his hands before running them softly down her body, eventually wrapping his arms around her waist. "So beautiful."
Trish swallowed hard. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes and she shook her head, closing her eyes and ducking away from his gaze.
"No, no." he cooed, cupping her face again and tilting her back up, her eyes meeting his again. "I don't want to make things weird. And I don't expect a response or anything from you and it's ok if you don't want to say anything." Again, he chuckled at himself. "I probably just made things all the more confusing by stumbling that out. Ah, that's ok. Ask me to rip into a guy in the ring and I can deliver."
She smiled, a little giggle slipping from her lips.
His smile brightened at her response and he brushed a hand back through her hair, sweeping the strands over her shoulder and away from her neck. "But ask me to romance a woman and I'm a fifteen year old on his first date." He placed both his hands on her hips. "Here."
Trish knew what he wanted and so she gave a little jump, helping him hoist her into the air and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. She knew him so well, knew what he expected and she readied herself to be slammed against a wall.
But he didn't.
Confused, she furrowed her brow as he walked to the bench at one end of the room and sat down. She gave an 'Umph' at the impact and her legs dangled behind him to one side of the bench while he sat facing the other.
"You know something?"
"What?" she asked, pushing back from him just a little, her hands resting on his pecks.
He draped his arms over her waist, looking adoringly up into her eyes. "I've got this grand idea."
"What's that?"
He licked his lips, his smile softening. "Well it takes place after Summerslam, that night in Toronto. And it involves you and me." He hummed, rocking them slightly, loving how close she was, how high on his hips she sat. "And you're completely naked, wearing only your Championship belt. And I'm lying buck ass naked on my back on a king size bed with red satin sheets; the World Title strapped around my waist. And you're on top of me ... and I'm inside you ... and we're engaged in the most passionate love making to ever grace the Canadian soil."
A smile pulled at Trish's lips.
"How does that sound?"
"That ..." Trish swallowed hard. "That sounds absolutely wonderful."
"I thought so," he answered, pulling her closer and burying into her neck, his lips attaching to her throat.
Trish closed her eyes, shuddering against his actions and her tears. He was too good. He was too sweet. She didn't deserve that kind of affection or love. He really did love her and she didn't love him back.
He hummed his content, trailing his hands up the back of her shirt to caress skin.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding his head to her. Maybe she could make herself love him. She didn't want to hurt Randy and it wasn't as if the man she loved returned her affection. Yes. She would make herself love Randy Orton. Then nobody would be hurt.
He leaned casually in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her.
She stood in front of a full length mirror in their bedroom, wearing a black cotton bra and white, lace, high-hip panties. She ground the ball of her bare foot into the carpet a moment then sucked her lower lip into her mouth, examining herself.
He sighed, pleasurably.
She jumped, turning to face him. "Oh," she relaxed, turning her back on him to look back into the mirror. "You scared me." She quickly snatched one of his tee shirts from the floor and pulled it over herself, the shirt covering to her mid thigh.
"You didn't have to do that," he said, stepping into the room. "I was enjoying the view."
She laughed, returning her attention to the mirror. "There's nothing to enjoy."
"Why would you say that?" he asked, concerned, stepping behind her to glance over her shoulder and into the mirror. His arms slipped around her waist, holding her gently as he cocked his head. "There's more than enough to enjoy when it comes to you."
She shook her head, reaching up to touch her cheek then the corner of her eye. "God, look at me, Chris."
He smiled, his eyes scanning her body in the mirror. "I am."
She sighed, a frown on her face. "What happened to me?" He didn't answer her and she inferred that he agreed with her. "I'm going to be forty tomorrow."
"I know," he said, smiling as he tightened his arms momentarily in a hug. "Happy Early Birthday."
But again, she shook her head. "I already look so old. Being forty is just going to solidify it."
"You don't look old, Baby," he laughed, his eyes bright with amusement.
"I do." She answered, slightly hurt at his jesting manner. "I know what you're going to say. That you're forty-five and it's nothing. But you've aged so well and your body ... you still look amazing. Men always age so well and you're still so handsome. But look at me. I'm getting wrinkles and my body ... I'm fat. I look like an old hag."
"You're not fat. And you're not a hag."
"I am."
"No," Chris shook his head, seriousness in his tone. "You are not fat. Trish, Sweetie, you haven't been in the ring for over six years, you've given me four children and you don't work out like you used to. There's more meat on you then when we married but it's not fat. Your stomach is flat and your body is still tone but just not like it once was."
"Chris, I would completely understand if you wanted a beautiful woman. You're still so good looking and you could get any woman you wanted. I wouldn't be upset if you wanted a mistress. There're more than enough women out there that I've seen looking at you. I'd be ok with that."
He furrowed his brow. "I already have a beautiful woman."
She nodded, slowly. "You already have another woman?"
"No," he corrected. "I have you."
She laughed. "I'm not a beautiful woman. Not anymore."
"Yes, you are." He said. "And I don't want anyone else. And you're not old. We all get older, Trish, but that doesn't mean you're not beautiful. You're as beautiful today as you were the day we got married. And you were as beautiful then as you were the day I first met you." He smiled. "I'm just in awe that a beautiful woman like you would be with a goofball jackass like me."
"But I'm not beautiful."
"Yes, you are." He said then grabbed the hem of her shirt. Without even warning her, he lifted it over her head. She gasped but he didn't let her get away. Dropping the shirt to the floor, he wrapped his arms around her again and pulled her back into his chest so they were both looking into the mirror.
"Chris."
"Just look at you," he sighed. "I have never ... to this day ... seen anything as perfect as you. And whether you believe me or not is up to you. I speak the truth. You're breathtaking."
She ducked her head.
"No no," he gently cooed. "Look back in the mirror. Look on my face and just ... just the mere pleasure I get from looking at you."
He watched as a faint flush rose to her cheeks and she blinked a few times, her breath escaping erratically until she swallowed hard, stilling her heart.
"I was going to wait until tomorrow morning to give this to you. But I think it's best now. Close your eyes."
She obeyed. She could hear him rustling around and then suddenly felt his arms hovering over her shoulders.
"Ok, open your eyes."
She gasped.
"I bought it for you." He said, holding the necklace in front of her so she could see it in the mirror. Her eyes widened as he slowly fastened it around her neck. Three diamond strands wrapped gracefully around her neck all meeting at a single point in the back. The diamonds shimmered regally in the light, reflecting back at her in the mirror. Every diamond the same on every strand. It was noble, delicate ... royal.
"Chris,"
"It looks wonderful on you," he breathed. "They're blue diamonds. It's not flawless, but almost. God, it's perfect."
"Chris, I ... I can't accept this," she said, her eyes still wide. "We ... we can't afford something like this."
"We already did."
Her brow furrowed as she met his eyes in the mirror. "It's absolutely gorgeous, Chris. I've ... I've never seen anything like it. But ... But how could we afford this. How much was it? We have four kids and the dogs and the mortgage on the summer place."
"Doesn't matter."
"No, please," she begged. "This was an unreal investment and you should have asked me before buying something like this."
He shook his head. "We will have to sacrifice nothing. It's already paid in full."
"But ... but how."
He smiled, resting his chin on her shoulder as he tightened his arms. "For the last seven years, any spending money that I had for myself was put away. I haven't bought anything for me. I made sure we had the money for bills and food and all that stuff and you know how we always kept money out for ourselves. Every single cent that was my personal money, I used to buy this. And it's already bought and paid in full. It's yours."
"Chris..."
"It's all yours," he repeated, whispering into her ear. "It was no sacrifice for me. It's yours because you're beautiful and because I love you."
She turned in his arms, tears in her eyes as she gazed up at him.
He smiled gently. "You're still the most beautiful thing to me. And I'm an old goat now and just because it takes me longer to get going and I'm not as rigorous or have the endurance like I used to doesn't mean I don't still want you with every god damn fiber of me being. That's if you still want an old man like me."
She choked on her tears, a bright smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting onto her toes. "You ... you still love me?"
"Damn straight, I do."
She licked her lips then, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned up towards him.
Chris forced his eyes open, stirring in the bed. "Oh no you don't." he said, opening his eyes wide as he sat up. "Oh no, not this time." He laughed, sitting straight up and looking across the way into the mirror.
He smiled, shaking his head. "Not this time. I won't let it get that far. I have you beat." He pointed at the mirror. "I knew it was coming. I wasn't completely asleep yet. HAH!"
He chuckled. "What was going to happen this time, huh? Were the diamonds going to turn into piranhas and chew away at her flesh? Was another lion- bull-goat hybrid going to rape her in front of me again? What?"
He shook his head, his eyes glaring as he growled at himself. "I don't know anymore. What, do I have to confront her or something and then maybe I could get a good night's sleep? It doesn't matter anyway. She has Randy Orton. And obviously he's better than me in every god damned way. He beats me in the ring. He's more desirable, his body and everything. I knew it. I knew that the hair on my body mattered. But no ... I was too chicken shit to shave it when it mattered. Well guess what, Chris, it doesn't fucking matter now."
He sighed, letting his accusatory finger drop to the bed. "Randy is better. She's with Randy. She ... she can have any man she wants and she wants Randy Orton. So why do you keep doing this to me!"
He blinked a few times, listening to the slow inhale and exhale of his breath. "I could pour my heart out to her and it would make no difference. She won't come back to my arms. You don't know that. No, I know that."
His face contorted then, tears welling in his eyes as he brought his knees up to his chest, his legs slightly spread to keep his balance as his feet dug into the mattress. He raked his hands through his hair. "God, I'm so tired." The exhaustion unbearable, he fell back onto the mattress, rolling on his side as he curled into a ball, the tears still falling.
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