Disclaimer: Not mine…if it was I would be a lot richer. And I probably wouldn't be writing fanfiction.
Pairing- Batista-OC Lena
Notes-This is set in my own little world, meaning that rivalries-I make 'em up. Friendships-I make 'em up. Basically, it's my own little world. Peachy? Oh yeah, I also need a beta-reader to check through these stories before I post, and to let me know if they're worth anything! Email look at his ass, Lee. You can do it. Get a song stuck in your head. Uhm, what about…oh yeah, I got it.' She thought to herself. The object of her desire stood in front of her, bent over reaching into his duffel bag. She couldn't help it.
She had worked for the WWE since she turned 21, three years ago. Started off as a bookkeeper, adapted to assistant, and eventually became Personal Assistant to Eric Bischoff. Bad job to have. She'd been stared at, groped, and generally manhandled against her will. She couldn't even figure out why people liked her!
She was average height, maybe a little taller, with hair the colour of fresh honey streaked almost navy. Trim body, almost always encased in men's tee shirts and torn jeans. Black nails and green eyeliner completed her everyday style. So she was definitely not what the guys on RAW were accustomed to.
She'd first met Edge when he'd stormed into her office looking for Eric. They'd talked, found out they had some things in common. Then she met him.
Dave Batista was the most gorgeous man on earth, with the body of Adonis and the tongue of Shakespeare. He spoke do delicately when it was just them, such sweet words flowing from his tongue she believed he was a confection. The only people who knew of their relationship were Rey, Eddie, Matt, Randy, and John. They'd found out when they walked into the men's locker room to find the shower locked and her cell phone and clothes folded neatly next to Dave's bag. They took it in stride, all of them expressing how they thought it fitting.
Their life together was a maze, where if they made the wrong turn, their relationship was ruined. He was going through a divorce, and it was all he could do to stay strong. She was in the middle of a three year argument with Trish Stratus. So whatever they did was done in private, or in shadows.
But soon the shadow games would be over. She could tell by the look in his chocolate coloured eyes that he was happy. And when he was happy, there was nothing going to stop him from what he wanted.
