Title: By My Side

Author: Crimson Coin

Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any mentioned wrestlers. They are merely used/borrowed for the purpose of this fictional story.

Rating: PG 13 – R, depending on the chapter

Summery: Continuing from Unstoppable and Endless Love. Will friends and love still flourish?

Timeline: October 2004 – present

November 29, 2004

Randy Orton smiled appreciatively as he leaned in the doorframe to a random locker room, his eyes scanning the long form of the woman inside. She hadn't seen him yet as she was currently engaged in trying to sign a pair of panties. He cocked his head the other way, crossing his arms over his chest.

He watched silently as the woman scowled a moment, trying her best to get a decent signature, though it was hard considering she was signing a piece of fabric without something hard beneath it.

"You can put it on the bench, you know."

Stacy Keibler jumped at the voice, her eyes wide as they flew to the door and her haste, her hand released her robe.

Randy's eyes widened at the show he was given and then he cleared his throat, ducking his head as a heavy blush spread across his cheeks.

"Randy!" Stacy exclaimed, quickly grabbing the flaps of her robe and closing it, a flush rising to her own cheeks. "Randy, what are you doing here?"

A sly grin spread across his face as he glanced up at her from his down turned position. "Enjoying the view."

Stacy's flush deepened as she nervously expelled a shaky breath and she quickly swallowed, trying to still those nerves. Why did he have to look so sexy like that? She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

He stood tall, sauntering into the room and letting the door swing closed behind him. He smiled as she gulped and his smile warmed as he stepped closer still. "I really liked what I saw out there."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, weakly.

"Now, I know what you're thinking," he said, his hands raised submissively. "You're going to think I'm talking about the strip show." He slowly shook his head, reaching out with a single finger to hook her chin. "That's not what I'm talking about."

Stacy swallowed hard again. "What ... what are you talking about?" her voice was breathy and laced heavily with seductive nerves.

Randy leaned down slightly, his eyes on hers, locked intensely. "When you kissed me on the cheek." He clarified in a gruff voice. "Well after that, I was simply undone. Had to go over to you after that and stand next to you, pull you against me."

"You're a big flirt, Randy Orton." Stacy replied, looking away from him. "I'm the fifth girl you've flirted with tonight."

"And you're the last."

Stacy whipped her head back, her eyes meeting his. Confusion filled her and that emotion remained evident in her sparkling eyes. "What?"

"I said, you're the last." He repeated. "I'm a big flirt. I admit that. I always was and always will be. But there aren't many that I follow through with. And right now ... well, I'm with you."

She swallowed hard.

Randy only continued to smile, stepping even closer to her until merely an inch separated them. He reached out, his large warm palm cupping her cheek and he let his eyes roam her face. He sighed as he brushed his thumb over her soft lips and then down her chin. His eyes focused on those moist delicious lips and he bit back a moan when a little pink tongue poked out of her mouth licking those luscious lips wet.

She licked her lips again, her nerves quite evident in her eyes and she shuddered as his thumb stroked her mouth again.

Randy controlled every lustful thought and need in his body. This woman really had no idea what she was doing to him. His one palm still on her face, he reached up with his other hand, sliding that warm hand to her neck and then around to cup its back. She shivered at the sensation, her own hands gripping tighter at her robe to keep it closed. He didn't care though. That wasn't what he wanted ... yet.

Stacy gasped as Randy's lips covered hers. Good God, so this is what Randy's kiss feels like. So soft and warm but still passion laced and needy. His mouth adored hers, circling against her as he wiggled his tongue against her lips, begging for entrance. With a sigh, she parted her lips.

A small groan rumbled in his throat as he slid his tongue into her mouth, kissing her slowly, sensually. He nearly died when he felt her respond the same way. His heart fluttered as the kiss continued and he shivered when her hands abandoned her robe to cup his head, her arms banding around his neck as her fingers raked through his hair.

She shuddered and trembled when his hands traced down her shoulders and along the skin of her neck. She didn't fight him as he slowly pushed at the robe, exposing more of her shoulders. Stacy released him only for a moment, shaking the robe from her shoulders and letting it slip to the floor before her arms and hands returned to him. She didn't know what was coming over her. She'd never been this forward with a man in her life.

Randy moaned as he trailed his hands down her naked back and then his arms tightened, pulling her flush against him, his head tilting further to kiss her even deeper.

Stacy gasped, her eyes flying opened as she felt his throbbing hardness pushing against her and she quickly cupped his face, pushing him back from her. He emitted a pitiful whimper as his mouth was separated from hers but he licked his kiss swollen lips and gazed down into her eyes.

"Only if you want me," he whispered, his voice barely audible and he leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers.

Swallowing hard, she offered a shaky nod, unable to tear her eyes off of him.

"Say it," he begged as her lips moved closer to his. "I have to hear it. Please, Stacy."

His voice pleaded with her and it was a tone she never expected to hear from Randy Orton. She didn't understand it, though she knew there had to be something more to his motives. But she simply couldn't bring herself to care. He felt too good and she didn't want to give that up.

"Say it, please."

"I want you, Randy," she breathed on his lips. "I want you now."

Randy sighed his relief, a beautiful smile on his face and his eyes managed to brighten at just the sound of those words. He captured her mouth.

Trish Stratus narrowed her eyes, glaring at the back of that cocky son of a bitch as he walked away from her. She knew the cameras had turned off and furious, she tore the plastic mask off her face and stalked after him. "Jericho!" she yelled.

Chris stumbled when her title belt impacted his back and he winced, turning around to face her. "Ow!"

"What the hell are you trying to do?" she spat, tossing the plastic mask at him. "God, you can be such a bastard sometimes, do you know that? I ..."

Her words were cut off when he cupped her face, his lips finding hers in a soft gentle kiss. His mouth lingered far longer than normal and when he eventually pulled back, they were both breathless.

Trish didn't say anything at first, but simply licked her lips, regaining her breath. Then she swatted at his arms. "Why do you always do that?"

He chuckled, stepping back from her as he approached his locker room.

She followed him every step and once inside, she let the door close behind her. She crossed her arms over her chest, letting her title belt drop to the floor. "You always do that," she scolded again. "You always just assume that if something's wrong, you can kiss me and make it all better. It doesn't work that way, Chris."

"I understand," he answered, turning to her with a sympathetic nod. He walked up to her then, reaching out to touch her face. "Now back to that lovin."

When he leaned down, she pressed her fingers to his lips, keeping him back. However, she couldn't keep the smile off her lovely face. "Is that really all you think about?"

"Not always," he responded, cocking his head as he gazed into her eyes. When she lowered her hand, he smiled mischievously. "But most of the time."

As soon as the words left his mouth, his lips were on hers again, his kiss tender and affectionate as he reached up to cup her cheek.

Again the kiss ended and his smile was still on his face as he looked down into her beautiful eyes. "Don't you love how I flirt with you on camera?"

Trish offered a mock scowl, her eyes narrowing at him. "If that's how you flirt, I'd hate to see what you'd do if you ... if you still hated me."

He cupped her face then before she could duck away. "I never hated you." He said, intensely. "Never. I may have said it. But I never meant it. I was just really hurt."

"I'm sorry I hurt you," she said softly, touching his cheek and brow with her fingers. "I ... I did it for you. I ... I never wanted to see you hurt." She shrugged. "Well except after you ..."

"God, I can't believe I did that." He interrupted. "I just lost control and I ... I hit you and ..."

"Honey," she cooed when tears sprung to his eyes and she reached up to wipe them away. "Honey, no no. It's ok. I've forgiven you. I ..."

"You shouldn't forgive me that easily." He protested, the tears still in his eyes. "You shouldn't and ..."

She silenced him with a long heart wrenching kiss. Her tongue, her lips proved her devotion to him. Breathless, she finally pulled back, but only enough so she could speak. Her arms encircled his neck, her eyes still closed. "I wouldn't be here with you or made love to you last week, or kissed you as many times as I have if I didn't forgive you."

"I still don't understand how you can trust me."

"To be honest, I don't." she answered and she could feel his heart break. "But ..." she kissed him once and then again. "I trust that you care about me. And that you wouldn't have acted the way you did if you didn't care. The fact that you were willing to let Hunter pummel you with a sledge to ensure that I got away is enough to prove your devotion to me. And there will probably always be something in the back of my mind and maybe I'm a little nervous if you ever get angry."

"I'm sorry."

"I know," she replied, stroking his cheeks. "But like last week when you were angry and you didn't do a thing to me. You didn't lay a hand on me and I ... I realize that you don't want to hurt me."

"I don't, I really don't."

"Shhh," she hushed him. "Kiss me."

Chris obeyed her, closing the little distance between them for a soft kiss. "You happy about the match for next week?"

"Mmm hmm," she nodded with a smile to match his. "I wanna get my hands on her for what Edge did to you."

Chris's brow furrowed. "Wait ... you lost me."

"Well," she began coyly. "You stood up for me to Lita and then Edge got involved and because of Lita and me you got punched. Well if Lita didn't do what she did to Jeff, I wouldn't be so ... well, so upset. And now wounds are far too deep to heal."

He offered a sorry nod and then gathered her in his arms, pulling her against his chest. "Come here, Sweetie."

Trish sniffled, wrapping her arms around his neck as she hugged him. "God, it hurts so much, Chris."

"I know."

"Lita was my friend," Trish continued, her voice quivering slightly with emotion. "She meant so much to me and we loved each other. We were like sisters. We've been through so much together and I ... I don't know how things fell apart so fast."

"Tell me about Jeff," he cooed, his lips right at her ear. "Tell me what started this thing between you and Lita."

Trish sniffed, pushing back from him and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "It's such a long story. I ... I don't know."

"I tell you what," Chris said, placing his hands on her shoulders as he ducked down slightly to look in her eyes. "We'll both get cleaned up from our matches and then we'll head back to the hotel. That will give you some time to sort out your thoughts and you can tell me then. Okay?"

She smiled appreciatively. "Okay."

His smile matched hers and then he turned to the door.

"Chris."

"What?" he turned back to face her, his eyes displaying all the hope and emotion inside him. His eyes widened when she leapt into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist and she smiled down at him. He chuckled. "Well, you're being friendly."

"I just wanted to let you know ..." she trailed off, inching closer to him. "That I never hated you." She kissed him.

Chris let his eyes close as he returned her embrace, lacing his kiss with every emotion that he could. God, how he loved this woman. What she did to him. What she made him feel. Her tongue and her mouth, her body and her hands, every part of her raced his heart and this kiss was enough to drive him mad.

"Mmm," she hummed when he pulled away and she cupped his face in her hands. "You're so good with your mouth."

His smile brightened. "You don't know what it means to me to hear you say that."

Trish kissed him once and then one last time before sliding from his arms and back to her feet. "I think I do," she responded, lightly.

When she would turn from him, he took her hand in his. "Trish," she turned at his call and gazed up into his eyes. His smile grew nervous. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"We'll talk later." She responded.

"That didn't answer my question."

"I know," she responded then slid up against him again, kissing his lips. "Just forget about it for now. Go shower."

Slightly hurt by her quick dismissal, Chris nodded then walked out the door.

Christian watched from the shadows as Lita and Victoria walked down the corridor, the two women talking about one thing or the next. Lita even laughed a few times. As Victoria excused herself, Lita continued further down the corridor and she hitched her bag higher onto her shoulder.

She stopped walking then, turning her attention to her bag as she fished through one of the pockets. She pulled out a cell phone.

Christian squinted, trying to spy exactly what she was doing. She appeared to be dialing a number but then she paused. Thirty seconds, a minute, he didn't know how much time passed except that she didn't do anything.

Lita shook her head, changing her mind and then shoved the cell phone back into the bag's pocket.

Surprised, he let his eyes follow her as she continued down the corridor. She stopped again then turned around. He held his breath, sinking further into the shadows, hoping she wouldn't see it. He just couldn't muster the courage to talk to her yet. Now, where was she looking?

Lita's eyes focused on one of the locker room doors that she had just passed. And with a defeated sigh, she returned in that direction and knocked on the door.

Christian bit his lip, unsure of whom she was seeking. His eyes narrowed as the door opened. It was Edge.

"There you are," the tall Canadian said and he reached out to take the redhead's hand in his. He pulled her into the locker room.

When the door swung closed, Christian could only glare.

Randy let out a soft controlled moan as his eyes fluttered, his body tensed and the sweat pooled off of him. His body shuddering and quaking, he finally collapsed, his limbs spent as he caved onto the woman beneath him.

Stacy sighed in pleasured satisfaction and she wrapped her arms around him, her fingers combing through his hair. Her legs hooked around him, her heels into his thighs to hold him in place. She wasn't ready for him to move yet.

He panted, harshly, still unable to open his eyes. A long leather massage bench was in the center of the room, and they had been lucky to get to it. Currently pinning the tiny blonde beneath him, Randy stirred, not wanting to hurt her. She must be sticking to the thing.

"Shhh," she hushed, petting his hair and then along his shoulders. "Don't move."

Randy stilled, sighing his contentment. He turned his head then, his head tilting slightly so he could press his lips to the sweaty skin on her neck. Naked and tangled, entwined still, he pushed up just enough to look on her lovely face.

Stacy smiled, warm and soft as her fingers stroked his sweaty brow and then cheek. Her eyes were just as hazy as his, glassed with pleasured bliss. "You're very good."

He didn't verbally respond, his face still serious as he leaned down, kissing her mouth.

She moaned, leaning up into him and instantly deepening the kiss. She could still taste herself on his tongue and knew that he had to taste himself on her as well. And yet he didn't seem to mind, he only kissed her harder.

Breathless and too tired to continue, Randy pulled back but only far enough so he could press his forehead to hers.

Stacy giggled, placing her palms on his cheeks and tickling her fingers along his ears and then his hair. "You never struck me as the type to like to cuddle after ..." she flushed, unable to say the word.

His eyes stayed closed as he breathed slowly onto her face. "I love pillow talk," he admitted and then kissed the tip of her nose. He trailed his lips across her cheek, placing soft kisses every spot until he finally reached her ear. Stopping there, he swirled his tongue, placing a long wet and sensual kiss on her ear.

Stacy squirmed, humming with content and she couldn't stop smiling. "I hate to break it to you, but what you're doing isn't exactly talking."

"I know," he answered, kissing again and again and then he stopped, whispering in her ear. "But if I was talking, I wouldn't be able to do this." With that word, he began his slow assault on her ear again, his lips, his tongue slowly adoring her.

Stacy hummed. "Mmmm, I like the way that feels."

"Most women do." Randy continued with his task for a few more minutes and then he pushed up, his heart tugging at her whimper from the loss. "I know, Babe." He cooed gently. "I don't want to stop either. But the main even is soon and I know Dave and Ric are gonna interfere. I have to be ready."

"But I don't want you to go," she moaned, disappointed and she gripped him tighter, not letting him go.

He smiled down at her. "I tell you what." He glanced at the clock on the wall and then back to her. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower and get changed so that I can go out there, like I know I'm gonna have to do."

She pouted.

Randy leaned down, kissing her mouth, kissing that pout away and when he pulled back, she was smiling at him. "That's better," he said, softly. "I like it when you smile. So then while I'm doing that, you can get cleaned up to. And after RAW, we'll go get something to eat. How's that sound?"

"You're asking me to dinner?"

He chuckled. "I kind of ... you know should after what we just did."

She swatted at him, though the smile remained on her face. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying that ..."

He silenced her with a soft kiss, holding the kiss as long as he could. He pulled back slowly, letting his lips slide off of hers and he licked his lips then, savoring the flavor. "I'm just saying that I want to take you out to dinner."

"Well, I'm saying yes." She answered teasingly.

"Good," Randy said with a smile and then leaned down for a final kiss.

Trish kept her head low as she walked into the hotel room, nodding a 'thanks' at Chris for holding the door for her. She dropped her bag on the floor and then walked to the one bed and turned down the sheets. With an exhausted sigh, she fell onto the bed and kicked her shoes off before curling into a ball.

Chris sighed, letting the door close quietly behind him and then he placed his bag next to hers. "Honey," he cooed softly, crawling onto the bed with her. "I hate to see you sad. Did something happen at the arena after I left you?"

She let her eyes fall closed when he lay at her back and she didn't resist as he pulled her into his arms, embracing her tightly.

He pulled her closer still, pressing his head to the side of her and turning his head slightly, his lips brushing along her jawline. "I want you to talk to me. I want you to tell me what happened, what's wrong."

Trish shook her head, her body tensing momentarily.

Chris felt her tear drops fall from her eyes and onto his arms that cradled her. "Baby, don't cry." He begged. "Please."

She sniffed, doing her best to control herself and the painful memories that flooded her. She turned in his arms, facing him.

"Oh God, Honey," he breathed, letting his hands caress her back, his legs tangling with hers. "Honey, tell me. Let me help."

But she shook her head, choking on a sob and she cupped his head. "Make me forget."

He was shocked when her lips crashed to his, her kiss deep and desperate and needy. He couldn't help but respond, his eyes fluttering closed as he kissed her back. Her hands raked through his hair, clutching at him as she pulled him to her, begging for him to be on top of her.

Her body pleaded, her mouth and lips yearning as she kissed him. Her hands traveled through his hair and across his shoulders. She just wanted him in everyway.

"Wait," he panted when her lips trailed down his jaw and to his throat. He couldn't stop the little growl from slipping past his lips and yet she didn't stop. "Wait, Baby." He cupped her face, pushing her back so he could look in her eyes.

"I don't want to talk," she said, near tears. "I ... I just want you. I want you to ... to make me forget it all." She swallowed hard, her hands on his face again. "Even if it's just for a few hours. Please, Chris. Please."

"Promise me you'll tell me."

"I can't."

"Then when you're ready." He clarified. "Promise me that when you're ready, you'll trust me. And tell me."

She offered a short nod. "Yes. Yes, when ... when I'm ready." She tugged at his hair. "Please, Chris."

He closed the distance between them, kissing her passionately.

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