Title: Overprotective
Disclaimer: I own Anastasia and Alexandra as well as anyone else you don't know. So please don't use them without consent.All others are WWE copyrighted.
Notes: Well after thinking it over and talking to one of my best friends Mel, who you all probably know as Queen Mab 319; she also helps me out with the story, I've decided that the stories rating is gonna be changed for a few reasons that will happen in the future. My muse took me down a new path so a few things I had planned changed but more intersting things will happen. So I hope you'll all like it. Now go Read and Review! Oh and so you know I'm a big fan of Lita and Candice but its just really fun to use them as the bad girls in this story since I don't often do that. Enjoy! Oh and when I say Chris I only mean Masters, not Jericho. Jericho I simply call Jericho so I hope you don't get confused. I actually think I just confused myself. Thank you for the reviews everyone! They inspire me a lot.
Distribution: All you have to do is ask if you want to post this somewhere else.
Pairings: mentioned Lita/Edge, Batista/Victoria, the others I'm gonna keep to myself for now.
Chapter Seven - Late night fun
The ride to the hotel was quite interesting to say the least. Anya drove the first car. Unfortunately, she had to have her brother and John along with her. As a safety precaution, she had told John that he was to seat upfront with her. While Dave, Christy, Candice and Maria sat in the back respectively. The commotion that the five people cause was enough to almost make the normally calm young woman to pull out her hair. She couldn't count the number of times she had snapped at Candice to get back in her seat as the diva tried to flirt with John, who openly flirted back. Anya scowled, her liking for the Raw diva dimishing with each passing second. Christy looked up to the rear view mirror and smiled knowingly at the young woman. Dark brown eyes rolled and once more focused on the road ahead.
There had been a near accident when John's hand found its way to her thigh. She had frozen and turned to look at him quickly before looking back on the road when he simply smiled and began to trace patterns on her bare legs. She had silently wished that she had changed when she had had the chance. Dave had let out a unmistakable protest and nearly flung himself out of his seat and at John when the WWE's champion hand slid up a bit on his sisters leg. After all three woman in the back had calmed Dave down and Anya had safely returned the car onto the right side of the rode they had made their way back to the hotel with no further distractions...kind of.
In the van that followed the car, Alex drove Victoria sitting up front in the passengers seat. With Randy Orton, Chris Masters and Rey in the seats behind them, while Jericho and Hunter took the seats in the far back. The happenings in the van weren't much better then those in the car. Hunter and Jericho's constant banter was driving the other occupants insane. Victoria had questioned why the other three had let the two sit beside each other when they all clearly knew the two did not like each other. Randy, Rey and Chris shrugged and Rey simply told her that neither of them wanted to sit before Hunter.
Hunter had been quick to protest but from the scary glare he received from Alex he quickly hushed. The conversations the men then had after the arguments were not one that the two woman in the front liked. They shifted uncomfortably and their seats. Once the talk from the drunken men began, Victoria and Alex's patience began to slowly evaporate. They shared a look and smiled evilly.
"Vicky did you remember the tampons?" Alex asked as she turned her attention back on the road.
Victoria held the laugh that wanted to escape her at the horrified looks that appeared on the men's faces. "Oh yeah I brought plenty. Their in my hotel room. All I'll have to do is run over and pick them up."
Alex let out a sigh in relief. "Great. Anya was telling me she might need one too."
"Geez all of us have it? Are you serious?"
They heard grumbled from one of the men behind them, 'Well that explains a lot.' The girls ignored them and continued their little talk.
"I hate cramps." Alex whined. "It's so horrible."
"I have pills if you want?" Victoria offered with a smirk. The men groaned and sat in silence. The women smiled and ended their conversation. To the delight of Alex and Victoria the men had decided it best to keep to themselves for the duration of the trip to the hotel.
After a few more minutes of the awkward silence they reached their destination to the pleasure of the five men. They didn't know how much they could take if the girls had decided to bring up their disgusting conversation once again, or at least to the five men it was something of great distaste.
The semi-large group soon found themselves scattered around John's hotel room. The WWE champions room had been the best place to continue with the little plan, although from what Anya and Alex could see their 'partners in crime' had long since forgotten the true purpose of the little evening. Not that the two young women could blame them. After all Randy and John seemed to be the type that would drink to get slammed only so they could have a bit more fun. It did surprise them that Rey had had a few more drinks then what he was intended to.
The two girls soon found themselves sharing one of the large couches with Dave and Victoria. The pair seating in the middle with their respective sibling on either side of them. Opposite the two sets of siblings, on the next available couch sat Randy, Candice, John and Hunter. The blonde man purposely seating away from a certain blonde Canadian who the superstars all knew would cause more trouble. To Anya's left on three chairs sat Christy, Rey and Marie and opposite them to Alex's left sat Chris Jericho and Chris Masters.
The current seating arrangements leaving a few happy and a few distressed. Candice was receiving a twin set of glares from two certain woman, who were not in the least bit happy as the dark haired diva openly flirted with both Randy and John. The two men only to happy to flirt back. Although the one remained oblivious, one was not. John hid his smirk as he saw the two women's glared at the three on the couch. He saw the look of hatred on both women's faces at they watched in distaste at Candice's actions. Alex's attention falling on Randy and John was already formulating a plan for the two ending up together. He smirked once Anya's attention fell on him. He couldn't resist but scratch under the beautiful diva's chin, his amusement raising at the other woman's dark glare.
"Ahem." The two young women coughed to gain the trio's attention.
Randy looked up with a brow raised. "Yeah?"
Alex crossed her legs, "Let's continue our game."
"Fine then why don't you do us all a favor and do that dare Anya told you to do. We're in a private place now so you can do it." Randy snapped.
Alex crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't want to. I still refuse to do it."
Anya looked over at the other woman from around her brother, "Well if you don't do it then you're going to have to pretend to be dating Hunter for a week! And that includes sharing a room, kissing in public and all that fun stuff."
"You do know that he is married right to Stephanie McMahon." Candice said as she leaned back against John and stretched her legs over Randy's lap.
Anya shrugged it off, "I know that but what they don't know won't hurt them." She glared at Candice and smiling innocently. "And you do know that your skirt is way to short and your give us all an unpleasant view?"
If looked could kill Anya would have been three feet under as Candice seemed ready to tear the young woman apart.
Hunter spoke up before either woman could do anything. "If I have any say it this."
"You don't!" Everyone snapped before he could continue.
"Okay fine!" Alex began, "I'll do the damn dear. Anya you owe me."
Anya waved her off. "You know you're going to like it so why get so uptight about it. So are you going to do it or am I going to have to force you?"
The auburn haired woman sighed, "I'll do it. Just get me what I need and I'll do it. I don't know where you hide the stuff."
Everyone looked at one another, "What did you hide?" Chris asked.
"You'll see." Anya answered as she stood up to retrieve the drinks.
"Let me help ya." John stated as he slowly stood up once Candice straightened herself. After the diva did so, he followed Anya into the bedroom.
The black haired young woman rummaged through the dressers, a frown coming to her features when she noted that John wasn't doing much to help her. She growled in frustration when she again came to a dead end.
"John where did you hide the drinks?" She asked as she continued to look.
"I dunno." John answered a smirk coming to his face as she growled. She made quite the cutest noises. He tried not to laugh as he heard the young woman muttering under her breath, most likely damning him to hell. It wasn't his fault that she had decided that she needed to us the bathroom at the exact moment that he and Rey were going to hide the alcohol beverages.
"John you're wasting time now tell me where the drinks are." She very well near demanded.
"Woman did ya try the fridge?" He stated calmly.
She hadn't thought of that. Anya shook her head, she must have had too much to drink already. Then again he was suppose to hide them in a not so obvious place, so what the hell were they doing in the fridge between the beds.
"Yeah and that's not the least bit obvious." Anya said as she brushed pass John. His hand reached out and grabbed her gently to pull her back.
"So what's this dare you have Alex doing?" He asked casually.
Anya's brow rose in question. Why did he want to know? He could easily wait and see what she had dared the older woman to do and she voiced just that.
the WWE champion smiled, "Ah come on. Ya know you wanna share wit' me. So just save ya'self the trouble and just tell me."
"No you can wait. Now let me go so I can get the tequila."
John's blue eyes flashed with interest. "Ya don't say? And what's the tequila for?"
He drew the dark haired woman closer when she almost escaped her grasp. With a short tug he had her pushed flush against his chest. A rose tint raising to her cheeks at the close proximity between the two. She could feel his hot breath on her cheeks. God why was he so close to her? A shiver ran down her spine as his large hand came up and brushed against her cheek to move a strand of dark hair behind her ear. Anya blinked as she looked up confused. Before she knew it, his soft lips came crashing down on hers. If it weren't for the firm hold he had somehow managed to get on her waist, the dark haired woman would have been on her knees.
After getting over the shook Anya closed her eyes, her arms snaking around his neck to bring him down closer. John smirked against her lips, his tongue soon slipping out to brush against her sealed lips. It wasn't long before the battle of the tongues began. Her hands found their way underneath his jersey the pair pulling apart as the need for air was demanded. John smiled down at Anya, who smiled sheepishly back. His jersey was soon discarded onto the floor. He held her firmly as they stumbled backwards, the back of Anya's knee's hitting against the bed.
The WWE champion lowered Anya to the bed, her baby tee long forgotten had found a place beside his shirt on the floor. John kicked off his sneakers and gently pulled her heeled sandals off in a swift motion. The two remained quiet as black clashed with blue. Anya gulped as his clear blue eyes darkened with lust. What was getting herself into? She shivered once she felt his warm hands on her cold skin. His hands traveled down her exposed skin, over her bra covered breast till they reached they destination. The waist line of her skirt. In a swift motion, Dave Batista's younger sister was left in nothing more then her bra and panties. John climbed back on top of her, making sure to keep his weight off the petite woman. He smiled down at her as a finger trailed down his cheek.
"Ya got a gorgeous body." He stated. Anya blinked and she blushed, causing the young champion to laugh. "Don't gotta be shy about it."
"Yeah Anya you don't have to be shy about a thing." A drunken voice said from behind them, causing them both to jump.
Anya peeked from behind John to see who the unwanted visitor was. She groaned and made sure she was hidden enough underneath John. John scowled.
"What do ya want?" John grinded out.
Hunter rose his hands up in defense as he leaned against the wall after making sure he had closed the door behind him. "Hey now man, I was only sent in to see what was taking you two so long to get the damn drinks. I never meant to ruin your fun. And I must congratulate you Cena, your getting the beautiful girl and signing your death wish all in one night."
While Hunter was talking, he watched in amusement as John wrapped a sheet around Anya as she hurried to get her skirt and tee back on. He tried not to laugh as dark eyes glared up at him as the young woman sat behind the still shirtless champion.
"Now don't give me that look. What's your brother going to think when he finds out you almost fucked one of his best friends?"
Dark eyes widened in worry before narrowing. Geez he was more insufferable when he was drunk. Before she could say anything John cut her off.
"Hey now there ain't a need for D to find out and if he does it'd be cuz one of us told 'em. So ya just keep your big mouth shut Gonzo and we'll all be cool. 'Sides it wasn't want it looked like. Now get outta here so we can get the drinks. We'll be right out."
Hunter snorted in reply and left the hotel bedroom.
Not long after Hunter's departure from the bedroom, need the other two leave. Of course after Anya had made sure her skirt and shirt were straight and her hair wasn't a mess. John not really caring left the room without his shirt and sneakers.
"God, it took you two long enough. I was beginning to think I could get away but noooooo this one wouldn't let me." Alex snapped as the two lost sheep came back into the room.
Both John and Anya had noted that quite a few interesting things had happened well they were 'looking for the drinks' in the bedroom. Christy had left her seat and had apparently played nice with Chris Masters, as the young red head was seated on the young masterpieces' lap in a heated make-out session. Candice had drawn Rey Mysterio by her side and was flirting with the cute luchador, her finger trailing over the tattoos on his body. Jericho was having a smart, for once, conversation with Maria the young diva smiling happily as her head was resting on his shoulder. Two things supposed the pair. One Batista and Victoria were no where to be seen and when they questioned what had happened Randy had answered that the two had left for a more 'quiet' setting. The second thing to surprise the two was that Alex was currently seating on the Legend Killer's lap and not squirming in the least.
Anya coughed to gain some of the peoples attention. Only earning Maria's and Jericho's. The other pairs too caught up in what they were doing to care. John shrugged and put the alcohol he was holding on the table and took a seat at the now vacated couch. Anya did the same and took a seat beside him.
"John what happened to your shirt?" Randy asked, his eye brow raised and a smirk on his face.
"Nothing man, it was hot in the bedroom when we went to get the drinks so I had to take it off." John answered.
"Sure." Alex said as she elbowed Randy to let her go. "Now let me do my dare in peace." She stood up and pushed Randy back against the couch.
"What the?"
"Don't ask just lie back." Alex demanded, before she glared at the smirking Anya. 'I am so going to get her back for this.' she thought as she told Anya to hand her the salt. The young woman did as she was told. Randy still looked slightly confused but figured that he would most likely enjoy whatever was going to happen to him.
Alex unbuttoned his shirt slowly as she straddled his waist. She smiled seductively at his surprised expression. Ignoring the giggling coming from the peanut gallery, she arched up slightly and pushed his shirt off. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders as she lowered her head to his chest. A smile came to her face when she felt the young man shiver when her hot tongue came in contact with his chest. She nipped and teased the area until she was sure that it was moistened enough.
Once positive the salt would stick, she shook the salt shaker over his chest. She then glared at the dark haired woman on the opposite couch who was whispering something in the WWE champions ear, a smirk growing on his face. Alex coughed to gain their attention of the two. Anya smiled innocently as she handed the shot glass filled with tequila to Alex's waiting hand.
Alex nodded and steadied the shot on his belly button. The Legend Killer shivering with the cold glass touched his bare skin. Being careful as to not make contact with the shot glass Alex proceeded to do something most women only dreamed about, the chance to lick the self proclaimed Legend Killers chest.
Anya smirked as it seemed that Alex had now forgotten about the other occupants in the room. Her movements becoming a bet more sensual as she trailed heated kisses down the chest of Randy Orton.
Alex jumped slightly at the sudden voice behind her. The shot of tequila fall with a soft smack on the Legend Killer's exposed stomach and the liquid running the side of his body, causing him to shiver.
"Well I would never had guessed you had it in you." Candice snided, "You've been acting like such and uptight bitch all night. I really don't know why you're trying so hard when someone like Randy wouldn't even give you a second look. Why would someone as hot as him even lower himself to be with someone like you." Candice smirked at the deadly glared she was receiving.
Anya stood up from her position on the couch and opened her mouth to yell at the diva only for Candice to continue.
"Don't get me started on you. You're nothing more then the bosses' personal prostitute. The doll that he can use at his beck and call."
Alex and Anya looked at each other, neither happy. First they had to deal with Lita and now Candice. At first she was nice and kind but now...now they wanted to kill her. The others in the room watched in anticipation at what was going to happen next.
Jericho began taking bets that a cat fight was going to begin in a matter of seconds and for the few times he was right. For as Candice had opened her mouth to speak Alex and Anya had both tackled the beautiful diva to the floor. Shrieks coming from Maria and Christy in surprise as everyone moved away from the catty young women. Rey moved forward to try and stop the fighting only to be scratched by all three women. A skirt had been lost in the fray whose it was they weren't sure of at the moment as the women continued to slap, bite, kick, pull hair and all that fun stuff. The men cheered at their new source of entertainment, especially after other articles of clothing had been tossed or torn off.
Randy and John finally decided to end the fray to the disappointment of the others and with the help of Chris they managed to get the three apart. John had grabbed hold of a shirtless Alex, who continued to scratch even though she was held away from the two. Randy had a hold of a shirtless and skirt less Anya, who wasn't in the least happy although the man holding her couldn't help but take the chance to look her over. And Chris held a skirt less and shirtless Candice Michelle. The diva swatting at the two other women who currently had smirks on their faces as they waved bye when Chris told Christy to grab Candice's clothes since they needed to leave.
"Man you're feisty." Randy said as he looked down at the woman he held. Anya dusted herself off.
"You can let me go now." Anya said as she pinched Randy's arms. He let go with a small yelp and frown. John quickly did the same so not to provoke a punishment from Alex.
"Are you guys stayin' here or what?" John asked Rey, Maria, Hunter and Jericho who were still watching in amusement.
"What? Oh nah we're going." Rey said as he stood up, Maria and Jericho following not fair behind. Hunter laughed and left the four after making a low comment that only John and Randy could heard.
"Get out of here Gonzo." John snapped as he kicked the door shut.
"John where's the bathroom?" Alex asked, as she tried to fix her hair.
"Yeah it's right before ya go into the bed."
She nodded and left. Not a second later did Anya appear.
"Where's Alex"
"Bathroom."
"Why's she there? Randy just went in there."
John smirked, his brow raising with interest. "Really?" Anya nodded and the WWE champion was off grabbing a chair. The dark haired woman following behind as he made his way to the bathroom door that had been left open. The two inside arguing over why they needed the bathroom more. Using their distraction, John quickly grabbed the door knob for the bathroom and shut the door then slide the chair underneath the knob to keep them from opening the door.
"Let us out!" Alex yelled as she banged on the door.
"John I'm going to kick your punk ass if you don't open this door now!" Randy yelled back, not the least bit happy.
John laughed and turned around to see a smirking Anya. "How about I give ya a shirt so ya don't gotta change back into your clothes and we can watch TV?" he offered innocently.
Anya shook her head playfully, "Sure." John smiled as he lead the young woman into the bedroom and closed the door.