Final Random Missing Scene

This chapter can be a scene anywhere between chapters sixteen and twenty. No other explanation is necessary, as you will find out as you read. Sorry it's so short but I hope it's sweet (Scott Hall 'sweet' or otherwise).

"C'mon, this way," Shawn urged, tugging Samia along by her hand.

"Why can't we just wait?" she asked, bowing up and stopping.

He glanced both ways and then tugged her into his arms. "Do you really wanna wait?" he breathlessly asked and then barely brushed her lips with his. Tingles shot throughout her body but then her knees began to sag as he bent down again and began to run the tip of his tongue across her bottom lip. She could never understand why something as simple as that would turn her on more than a deep, slow kiss.

"Hmmm," she moaned, her eyes fluttering open.

"I know the perfect place. C'mon."

Samia was sold…until she noticed they were heading for the entrance and encountering more and more people. She wanted him more than anything at that moment but there's a point in time where she had to draw the line. He pulled her towards the side entrance and she once again stood her ground. "Shawn, where in the hell do you think we're going?"

"In there," he said, pulling the black curtain back that led into the empty area under the main entrance and ramp.

"Are you crazy?" she asked but he jerked her through the curtain and into the blackened 'underground.' "RAW is about to start."

"I know," he replied, rubbing up against her provocatively and making her tremble. "Doesn't that make it all the more exciting?" Um, no, Samia wanted to reply but her body was saying otherwise very loudly. "This way. Watch for the cords."

The warning came too late as her heel caught on several wires. She righted herself and began to shuffle along as Shawn slowly led her through the inky blackness. For a moment, she wondered why he knew his way around in the dark so well. The thought was quickly pushed away as Shawn whipped her around and carefully lowered her to the concrete floor.

There was a sense of urgency between them, heightened by the roar of the crowd from a dark match, as they both tugged at the removal of necessary clothing. Samia melted into the floor as Shawn ran his hands under her blouse. A bundle of wires was hurting the back of her neck and she pushed the cords away, hardly hearing the rip of duct tape.

The floor felt as if it vibrated under them from the energy of the crowd. As the fans grew louder, Samia and Shawn moved faster against each other. "Moan, baby, let it all out. Nobody can hear," he breathed into her ear. When the fireworks exploded, the usually quiet woman shouted Shawn's name in climax. He collapsed against her as the scaffolding shook around them.

"Was that the pyro to start RAW or are you just getting better?" she asked with a laugh.

"Whatever you want it to be, Angel," he replied and kissed her ear.

"Now that the concrete under me is warm, do we stay here for a while or do we go back before we're missed?" Samia asked, lazily running a hand under his shirt

"Hmm…" he replied, dropping kisses on her neck. "Keep doing that and we'll have to shoot off the pyro again."

"Aren't we planning on interrupting the beginning of the second match?" she suddenly asked.

"Mmmm-hmmm…" he responded again, this time seeking out more patches of exposed skin.

"We need to get back if I'm going to make myself—mmmm," she moaned then ordered, "stop that. I can't look like I've just had a roll in the hay."

"Alright," he muttered and eased off her before helping her sit up.

"I can't see anything," Samia said, feeling around her and finding the loosened bundle of wires. "Help me find all my clothes."

"What all are you missing?"

"I think you know that," she answered suggestively as he handed her an article of attire.

"You've got a point," he replied as she pulled her shirt back on, checking to make sure the tag was in the back. Another article of clothing was put into her hands and then he asked, "Does that get it all?"

"Yeah," she answered, pulling that on as well. "Wait, did you hear that?"

Both of them immediately stopped and craned their necks to listen. "I think the wires are over there. I can't believe we started the show without the commentators' audio. It was working during the last Heat match," Samia and Shawn heard.

"Is that really a bad thing?" Samia whispered.

"Doesn't matter, we've got to go," Shawn replied, holding out his hands and then realizing she couldn't see him.

"Yeah, because I think I pulled up the wires they're looking for," she explained and found his outstretched hands.

"Good job. Maybe we should do this more often."

"Let's not."

"What? It wasn't as good for you as it was for me? I thought you felt the earth move," he replied with a chuckle.

"I like to do it without thinking about whether or not I'm cutting off Lawler's mike."

"Oh, but think of all the people who would love you for it," Shawn replied, kissing her quickly before they exited out of the black drapes on the other side of the entrance.

"Let's find another way to do that in a way that doesn't involve Lawler's name and the phrase 'no clothes,'" Samia countered with a laugh and a full body shiver.