Uncommon Sense Chapter 23
By Batistafan
Rating - NC-17 for violence
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Main Characters include: Batista, Triple H, Chris Jericho, Christy
Hemme, Nancy Adams (Original Character).

Disclaimer: This is a mature fanfiction intended for mature readers.
This story contains violence, coarse language, as well as mature
sexual situations (some may consider explicit), and these would not
be deemed appropriate for all readers.
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ensue throughout the course of this fiction. However, since both my
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By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.

-Dorothy Parker, Unfortunate Coincidence

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Cool, white bed-linens and the sounds of Harry Connick, Jr. trickling from the bedside stereo, along with the flickering of a half dozen candles and the soft sound of New Mexico rain pelting the 10th story hotel window, was a healing balm on his injured pride. He was still angry at the catch-22 in which Eric had him trapped. And even though Dave hadn't really been a fan of old Connick, he would tolerate it because she liked it. It wasn't that bad actually, or maybe it had merely been acceptable because she had been humming to it and hadn't been out of tune, just a sweet gentle softness that lulled the beast in him to a peaceful relaxation. And now he was slipping into the bed beside her, hardened muscle against much softer feminine flesh; deep chocolate eyes meeting her lighter jade eyes…eyes that had lost their shine in the last few hours.

Dave had wondered what was bothering her, she had picked at her food during dinner and been largely silent, both of those having been largely out of character for her. Several times tonight, Nancy had looked at him with questioning in her eyes, but had never quite gotten around to asking him whatever it was that she was thinking about. He knew that Eric had given her his spiel about the proxy match, but when he'd asked Nancy about the encounter she was, for the most part, nonchalant. The only thing that she seemed cheery about was the fact that Dave would be her trainer and she wouldn't be shipped off to Ohio Valley Wrestling.

At present, she was fully awake, halfway under the soft white sheet, waiting for him. She was smiling and accessible, as he propped his body over hers and brushed his thumbs against the side of her face. Dave stared at her intently for a long moment, trying to gauge the meaning of the look in her eyes. "You're afraid." He announced finally, his voice was a low rumble. "Something's got you scared."

Her lungs refused to fill with air, at the sudden realization that he could read her so easily. The smile was still on her face, because keeping it there would prevent her from crying and she was so very close to that…she didn't dare speak. She simply nodded and watched as a flash of lightning flooded the room.

"The match?" He asked, adjusting his hips so that her legs were on either side of his body. "You'll be fine." Reassurance was all he could give her at this point, and he didn't feel like ruining their night by filling it with futile summations of a match that wouldn't be happening for another few weeks.

Again Nancy nodded, neglecting to tell him that her fear had less to do with the match and more to do with the fact that he and she would not be together for much longer. And the prospect of knowing that he might spend the rest of his life with another woman was killing her. She reached her hand up to touch his face, to memorize the angle of his jaw and the proud slant of his nose. Her finger glided down the bridge of his nose and over the tip until it touched his top lip, down again until it grazed over his bottom lip and down the line of whiskers on his chin. "If you say so, then I believe you." She whispered, and she wanted to believe him, but it wouldn't be fine, and she wouldn't be fine.

Dave reached out to grasp her wrist so he could kiss her fingers, and stopped short when he heard the subtle intake of her breath. His fingertips could feel the raised, horizontal welt on her wrist even without seeing it and he lifted her arm up so that the candle light would reveal what he already suspected. A slightly bluish bruise was forming on the slender wrist, and he frowned. "That's an interesting bruise…when did you get that?" He hadn't remembered seeing it on her in the past couple of days…and he'd seen every inch of her more than once.

Nancy had rehearsed the story several times in her head, knowing that once he got a look at it he would want a plausible explanation for it being there. "I slammed into the doorframe when I was bringing the sewing machine into the arena."

"That's weird…" He remarked as he turned her wrist over. "Because it's bruised on both sides."

"Well I smashed it between the doorframe and the edge of the machine." She said a dry lump forming in her throat, praying that he would change the subject. "It's just a bruise, that's all."

"Does it hurt?" Dave asked, a sly smile curving his lips.

Nancy nodded, her heart beginning to pound wildly as soon as she detected the slight mischievous change in his demeanor.

He grazed his lips across the wound on her wrist and then followed it with the satin heat of his tongue. "Poor baby." He whispered. "You're so clumsy." The remark brought a soft laugh from her throat to his ears and it pleased him…especially since she had been so down earlier. "Does it hurt anywhere else?" He ventured the question, deciding to make a game out of the whole thing. His eyes were distinctly playful and something dark and feral behind them caused her pulse to quicken.

She wanted to answer his question and tell him that the only thing that truly hurt was her heart, but he couldn't help that and she knew it. "My neck is sore…" She said innocently, feeding into his sport, closing her eyes when his mouth traveled over her throat and collarbone, past her shoulder.

"What about here?" He asked, burying his head between her breasts.

"Definitely there." She answered her nipples hardening instantly. She grasped the back of his head with her hands as he kissed a trail down to her waist. Thunder rumbled in the distance, louder than before and with thicker vibration, indicating that the storm was coming closer. Lightning flickered, competing with the candle light…and along with his lips nuzzling the flesh of her belly, and the music, she could almost forget the predicament she was in.

He circled her navel with his tongue, ignoring her tiny laugh and the slight twist of her hips when his whiskers tickled her tender flesh. Dave ran one large hand upward on the silken landscape of her thigh as he lowered his mouth to tease the satin skin above her hipbone, a spot where he knew she was particularly sensitive. "Should I stop?" He asked when he heard her sharp intake of breath. "Or does it hurt somewhere else?" He grinned, kissing the top of her left thigh, dangerously close to her throbbing core.

Nancy tossed the sheets back so she could see the top of his head, but his eyes were trained on hers, as his mouth ventured ever closer to the place he knew she wanted him to be. "How about here?" He asked, tucking his arms under her backside, placing his palms on the small of her back and lifting, causing her to arch for him.

"Yes, there." She responded, her breath quickening in anticipation of him as the thunder crashed deafeningly, drowning out the music.

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Long hours of lying there, with the lightning flashing sporadically and tracing a soft pattern around the tattoos on his back with her fingertips, had her wondering how she could possibly be contemplating an action that would force Dave to question everything he'd come to believe about her. A dozen times at least since he had fallen asleep, Nancy had considered packing up and sneaking off into the night, traipsing down the hall to arouse Max from his sleep so they could take off together and both be safe from accusation. But then the soft stir of the man beside her, the feel of his skin beneath her fingers and the sweet smell of his body every time he rolled over and placed a hand on her leg or her back in the middle of his slumber, forced her to remember what had made her want to be with him in the first place.

One lone tear ventured across her lower lid and down the side of her cheek, but she wiped it away as if it had never been. Try as she might, Nancy couldn't possibly drag herself away from him, because with him was where she felt safe…his words and his touch obliterated her doubt, pulled at her innermost being and challenged her resolve.

Nancy rolled onto her back and stretched, a smile crossing her face, when she heard his soft snore. Now how fair was that? He never had a problem waking her from a sound sleep when he felt temptation strike, and here he was snoozing like he'd taken a pill. She turned over again, trying gently to extract some covers from beneath his huge frame so that she could cover up…finally deciding to hunker up next to his body for warmth instead of fighting to gain possession of blankets he wasn't even consciously aware that he was hogging.

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"I don't really need to hear all of the gory details…" Christy said squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to block out the invasive image of Nancy being manipulated by Triple H. "I just wanna know if she's going to do what you asked."

"She's putty in my hands." He smiled, waving away the room service waiter. "She was scared to death…and irrefutably crushed. You should have seen her face." His words were emotionless. "She won't defy me, because she's too afraid of what people might think about her if they knew."

"Look, I don't need to hear about all of that, I already told you that it's not right." Christy snapped, picking at a hangnail. "That whole thing bothers the hell out of me and I don't need to know details…I'll never be able to sleep if I don't stop thinking about it."

"Weak minds…Christy…people who can't face things have weak minds." He concluded.

"Or maybe they just have consciences." She countered.

"Maybe…" Triple H sighed, spreading cream cheese on a croissant. "I guess now's as good a time as any to let you in on a little secret." He bit into the croissant and nodded his head in appreciation of the taste.

"No more secrets, okay…I'm just going to be prepared to use this time that she is distanced from him in OVW, to try to repair my relationship with Dave…then it'll be an easier transition once she's gone for good." Christy fiddled with the corner of her flannel shirt, speaking in hushed tones to keep from waking Maria.

"Then maybe you should hear what I have to say, because if that was your grand arrangement, then you're not going to be happy." He said through chews and swallows.

"What now?" Christy whined, barely able to contemplate the twists and turns of the past few weeks.

"She's not going to OVW…" He bit his words off, waiting for her to explode.

"What!" Christy slammed her palm against the doorframe of the bathroom. "Damn it! You told me that she was going to be gone for three weeks! Why is it that everything on your agenda is getting accomplished, while everything I want is bulldozed by a change of plans?"

He laughed and stuffed another bite into his mouth. "I tried…but evidently Eric was given an ultimatum and he caved…Dave is going to train her to wrestle…he's taught her a few things already, but in three weeks, she's bound to know a hell of a lot more." He sipped his orange juice. "Should make for a good match."

"I was supposed to have three weeks of uninterrupted time to try to get back into his favor and now there's no hope of that…God! I hate how this is starting to take shape…I swear I feel I'm getting the shaft." She glanced over her shoulder and saw a snoring Maria begin to rouse from her sleep. "I've gotta go." She snapped the cell phone shut, wracking her brain for a plan.

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"Where the hell did that come from?" Max asked as he lifted Nancy's hand up to inspect the bluish bruise on her wrist.

Nancy was headed into the restaurant with Dave as Max and Vicki were coming out…she had worn a thin cuff bracelet on her wrist, hoping to hide the welt, but the bracelet had slid down close to her hand, exposing the mark, and Max being as astute and perceptive as ever noticed it from a few feet away.

"It's only a bruise." Nancy said, trying to sidestep the discussion so she wouldn't have to admit where she had gotten it.

"Must hurt like hell." Max said grimacing.

"Not anymore." Nancy said hiding her smile, when she felt the faint squeeze of her other hand…a gentle reminder that someone had already made it all better.

"They've got a huge buffet in there, tons of stuff…" Vicki interjected, looping her arm with Max's and leaning her slender body against his portly frame, in a gesture of possessiveness.

Nancy trained a hawk's eye on the slender brunette, her gaze traveling from the short spiky hair, down her smooth, unblemished face and then back up to her eyes. She placed her free hand in her pocket as soon as she felt the urge to slap the woman across the face.

"I'm hungry." She finally said softly as she looked up at Dave who was surprisingly curious and perceptively aware of the millisecond exchange of abhorrence between the two women.

"Max." Dave extended his hand in acknowledgement and Max smiled accepting the handshake, and then Dave shook Vicki's hand in turn. "You two have fun." He said and then tugged gently on Nancy's hand after she hugged Max and led her to a table in the middle of the restaurant, in plain view of several other wrestlers on the roster.

Small nods and smiles were exchanged from across the room and Nancy felt slightly self conscious…a bit like hiding behind her menu.

"I have to ask…" Dave said pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and then releasing it. "What was all the tension back there about?"

Nancy stared down at her place setting and then sighed. "She's not the right woman for him." She fiddled with her diamond, and it drew his attention to the soft lace neckline of her plum colored blouse…another of her creations.

"Why? Because she's from a different socio-status?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow. It was odd, because Nancy was normally very open minded about things.

"She's using him…I can feel it." Nancy said, sadness washing over her, as she remembered Triple H's confession and his command that she was to keep quiet about what she knew of Vicki.

"Using him?" Dave laughed. "For what? What does he have other than a great personality that she could possibly swindle out of him?"

Nancy leaned forward, weighing her words carefully. "Max is very wealthy…he may not look it and I really don't think he cares as much about money as other people do…but he could buy out half of Colorado with what his family has in assets…it makes him a target…for women like her."

He was bothered by the heartbreaking look on her face, because it reminded him of Audrey when she'd been caught doing something wrong and was about to be in trouble…Nancy's sad eyes were having the same effect on him as his daughter's did and it surprised him that he felt the identical emotion…the need to do whatever he had to do to make her feel better.

"Just talk to him, if that's your concern." Dave lifted her hand and kissed the back of it, noting a grin as it spread across John Cena's face only a table away.

"I can't…I got onto him for butting into my affairs…I'd just be a hypocrite." She told him.

"He's your best friend…you could tell him the sky was falling and he'd go out and buy a helmet without checking first to see if you were right." Dave reassured her. "He trusts you…because you're honest."

She almost bit through the lip she had been chewing on. Nancy was not honest…she knew that for a fact and it was a little like being slapped to hear him say that he thought she was. "You're right…I'll just talk to him later." But she knew she couldn't talk to him about it, she had to keep her mouth shut.

"Okay…" He laid her hand back down. "So let's eat…we've got a lot of work to do in the next three weeks and we have to start today."