Title: Precipice
Disclaimer: I own nothing though I wish I owned Hunter.
Summary: Hunter wants what he can't have. (Randy Orton, Stacy Keibler, Triple H etc.)
Rating: R for sex and language.
Author's Note: I don't much care for this couple but figured 'what the hell'. Reviews are very much welcome as are flames :) but constructive criticism is preferred.
Chapter 1
Raw had just gone off the air and in a back hall of the Staples Arena Randy Orton and Stacy Keibler were whispering quietly with one another.
"What do you want to do tonight?" Randy said, his voice dripping with innuendo. He and Stacy had been dating for the last five months and tonight he was hoping that they'd be moving on to the next level.
Stacy giggled. "I dunno Randy," she batted her eyes coyly, "What do you want to do tonight?"
Randy raised his eyebrows and wrapped his arms securely around Stacy's tiny waist. "Well," he began kissing a small path along her shoulder, "I was hoping," another kiss, this time at the base of her neck, "that we could pawn the limo off Hunter," he smiled against her skin, "get back to the hotel," a kiss at the corner of her mouth, "and…"
"And," Stacy prodded.
Randy laid a soft kiss on her lips. "And…go from there."
Stacy playfully slapped him on the chest. "Randy you are such a tease."
Randy's eyes darkened with desire and he leaned his forehead against Stacy's, "Find out tonight if I'm a tease." Randy pulled Stacy against him and thrust his hips flush against Stacy's, letting her feel his desire for her. Stacy gasped in surprise.
"Look at me."
Stacy could barely breathe and when she looked up at Randy her eyes were nearly glazed over, such was her lust for this man who held her so tenderly, yet so firmly in his arms. Once her eyes locked with his steely blue gaze, she was lost and Randy covered her lips with his own, letting her feel his passion for her, letting her feel every emotion he had for her.
Randy was scared to admit it, but he felt something deeply intense for Stacy Keibler. Was it love? He couldn't say, but he could say that he had never felt this way about anyone before in his life.
He was used to the wam bam thank ya ma'am school of Randy Orton which consisted mainly of stiff drinks, boxes of Trojans and one night stands with nameless faceless broads. But with Stacy Keibler it was different.
They started out as friends—had been friends for 3 months before he grew the balls to ask her out. Then it took him three weeks before their first kiss. And so here they were,four months later, they had only just begun to share hotel rooms, but even still, they spent their nights talking and just simply enjoying each other's company. They had an easy companionship and they shared many of the same likes and dislikes. Indeed, with Stacy, it had been different.
Randy wasn't the type to be monogamous. He had never had a relationship with a woman where he wasn't in another one with someone else. Quite frankly, he was an asshole. He was insatiable, but there was just something about Stacy, something so right about her. No more women on the side, no more cheating. He'd everything he wanted in Stacy.
For some reason, Randy was cautious with Stacy. But for tonight, he'd made up his mind. Tonight he was throwing caution out the window and opening up to her. He didn't know if he could find the words to tell her how he felt, this burning in his soul, but if he couldn't say it, then by God, he would show her.
Randy took Stacy's slim hand in his, "C'mon, let's get out of here."
