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: Major warning: sexual content. You've been warned.
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 Eight - The Night and Morning After
Anya pressed gently against the wall, trying to listen in on what was going on in the bathroom. She could hear the muffled voices of the duo, clearly still arguing over what the dark haired young woman was unsure of. She nearly jumped when she felt John's lips on her shoulder.
"Shh...I'm trying to listen." Anya said as she swatted at his roaming hands.
"They ain't gonna do anything different then what we are." John mumbled against her neck. "So get any from that damned wall or else I'm gonna have to make ya."
Dark eyes rolled, "Just go back to watching Braveheart and leave me a-" she was cut off as she was picked up and slung over the brown haired wrestlers shoulder. Anya yelled and laughed as he tickled her sides before he dropped her on the bed.
"I warned ya." John smirked at the cute pout that formed on the young woman's lips. "Now where were we before Hunter decided to interrupt."
"Go to hell." Anya smiled innocently as she crawled to the other side of the bed away from him. John's eyes rolled as he reached out and grabbed her pulling her on top of him as the movie continued playing in the background.
Meanwhile, the duo currently locked within the bathroom where having a stare down. Alex stayed a safe distance away from Randy Orton. Randy all the while leaned back against the wall, his self confident aura heavily around him.
"Self centered jerk." Alex mumbled loud enough that he could hear her.
Randy leaned forward, "What was that?" He had heard her, but out of spite wanted to get under her skin...in more ways then one.
"You heard me or is the dumb charade you always put up real?" Alex smirked as the smile disappeared from his face.
"God, do you have to be all uptight all the time?" Randy snapped. "Do you have like a permanent stick up your ass or something that causes you to have so many damn mood swings. Wasn't it you who only moments ago had me straddled and licking salt off my chest? And if it wasn't for Candice I'm sure you would have done a lot more then that."
The third generation superstar couldn't help the smile that came to his face as the young woman's face turned red, whether if it was from anger or from being embarrassed he wasn't the least bit sure. He was quite surprised when the grand distance between them slowly diminished. Alex brought a hand up and poked him hard in the chest.
"Listen buddy, I don't know who you think you are but you have to learn how to respect people. What I did was all apart of a dare. Believe me I would never do something like that intentionally. If it weren't for Anya and her stupid dare I wouldn't have even touched you."
Randy rolled his eyes. This woman was just full of hot air. "Sure it's her fault that you had to touch me. You realize your touching me now don't you? Or is that your little friends fault too? Just take the blame. You know you want me so why fight the attraction?" He flashed her his trademark smirk.
Alex threw her hands up in the air and went to punch him. Only for the dark haired wrestler to catch her fist. He pulled her forward, an arm wrapping around her waist.
"I think you need to chill." He stated as he walked towards the shower stall. Randy hide the smile that wanted to form at her horrified expression. Alex violently shook her head.
"This is cruel and unusual punishment. You can't put me in there."
He didn't say a word as he kept a firm hold on her waist and turned on a water. The cold water ran down his hand. Once he withdrew his hand, he smiled at the woman who was still trying to escape from his grasp. She pleaded for him not to put her in but he didn't listen. The young woman let out an ear splitting scream as she was pushed into the shower, the cold water crashing down on her barely clothed body. Her arms quickly wrapped around her body and prevent whatever heat she had left not to escape.
Alex glared hatefully at the laughing Legend Killer. Either he hadn't noticed that she was only in her bra and pant or he simply didn't care, but it wasn't long before his hand came up to clamp over her mouth to stop her from screaming any louder.
"Geez woman, do you want Anya and John to come barging in here?" He snapped.
Alex's brow rose and she licked his palm, the self proclaimed Legend Killer quickly withdrew his hand in disgust and wiped in on his pants. She smiled at the opportunity and grabbed the waist band of his pants and pulled him under the cold water with her. He stood in shook as his 6'4" form took the bulk of the cold water covering her shorter form.
"B-b-itch." He stammered. Hazel eyes twinkled innocently and she moved to leave the shower only for the young man to pull her back in. "I don't think so." He mumbled.
Blue eyes traveled down the length of her wet body. He finally noticed that she was standing in front of him in nothing more then her black laced bra and tight black pants, both remarkably soaked. He licked his lips in anticipation as the two little nubs that were poking through her bra. As much as he hated to admit it, the little shrew had a fine body. His eyes meet with hers and he saw her shrink back slightly. Did she think he was going to hurt her? Ha, he couldn't help but laugh, he'd never hurt anyone intentionally. He only wanted to fulfill both their desires.
He placed his arms on either side of her to prevent her from escaping. Although it did look as if she wasn't going to move anytime soon. She looked dazed, confused. Her mouth agape, he took that was the perfect moment and brought his lips done to hers. His tongue easily made it in her mouth as he pressed her against the shower wall. At first she didn't respond, when he was about to pull back her hands reached up grabbing his cheeks and pulling him back for a much more heated kiss.
Randy's arms traveled down to her shoulders, his fingers slipping underneath the bra straps so he could slid them from her shoulders. A hand reached behind him blindly to change the temperature of the water, while the other snaked around behind her to unclasp the offending fabric. With the water temperature now at a more pleasurably level he threw the bra to the bathroom floor. Alex's hands rested on his bare shoulders for a moment before they created a path down his chest to the waist band of his dress pants.
The need for air was in quick demand and the two broke apart. Randy's head rested against hers as he looked down into her eyes.
"You sure about this?" He asked, "If you don't make me stop now I'm not going to be able to-"
The third generation superstar wasn't able to continue as Alex pulled him back down for a kiss. "Did anyone ever tell you, you talk too much?"
Randy blinked but smiled. He always liked when the woman took charge. Her hands stroked the forming bulge in his pants and she quickly undid his pants in a speed that surprised the 25 year-old. She slid the pants down his legs and teasing straightened herself as she turned so her back was now pressed against him.
The young man smiled as his hands came to rest on her hips, he then returned the favor of removing her pants. He also hooked the waist band of her panties as his hands took in the form of her shapely legs. When he stood he smiled and licked his lips at the beautiful image in front of him.
She pouted cutely and he rose a brow in question. Alex pointed to boxers to still hide the erection from plain sight. He smirked and in a matter or seconds the last article of clothing was thrown out with the rest. Randy leaned down and pressed kissed to her already wet neck. Alex arched her head back giving him more access as Randy continued his molestation of her neck. He left her from the ground and she automatically wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
A hand slid between their slick bodies, and she firmly held his member in place. A deep groan escaping the younger man as she gently stroked him. He nipped at her neck in response, as he couldn't take it anymore. She was driving him insane with her soft touch. Her lips soon found his ear lobe and gently bite on the tender flesh. He growled and moved her hand away as he plunged himself into her.
Alex released a small yelp of pain and Randy quickly stopped his movements to check on the 27 year-old.
"Are you ok?" He whispered as she whimpered beneath him. He cursed himself for not taking his time. Why is was bothering him so, he didn't know. It never mattered before. Alex slowly nodded but he wasn't convinced. He moved to removed himself from her only for her to stop him and claim his lips.
Officially taking it as his sign to continue, he did as such. With swift movements Randy slid in and out of her perfect body. Her breast crunched against the hard wall of his chest as they soon fell into the same rhythm. She matched his movements perfectly as their tongues fought a never ending battle.
Randy soon parted from her sweet lips and kissed the edge of her mouth. His hot lips kissing the side of her cheek to her ear where he took the tender flesh into his mouth. She panted and moaned with each thrust, her nails breaking the skin of his back from the death grip she held on him. Randy smiled, he loved the effect he was having on her and her on him. It was something he had never expected.
The two drew closer and closer to their climax. Their pants and moans were drowned out by the running water that still beat down on them. Alex's inner walls clenched tightly around his member as she came. Her eyes shut tight as she screamed his Randy. He continued to thrust as her hot fluids rushed out, driven mad he bent his neck into the crook of her neck as he pulled himself out of her and moaned her name as he came shortly after.
Randy turned so that his back was pressed against the cold shower wall. He didn't want to hurt her by pushing his full body weight against the beautiful young woman in her arms. Who would have ever guessed something like this would happen? Especially to him. They had been at each others throats for most of the day and now here they were in the shower of his best friends hotel room. What were the odds?
Alex's breathing heavily trying to catch her breath. She looked up into the crystal blue eyes of the man who still held her tightly in his arms. Smiling weakly she kissed him once more on the lips before she cuddled into his wet chest. Her eyes closing as she fell to sleep.
A smile appeared on the Legend Killers face as he straighten himself, careful of the woman sleeping in his arms. How she could be asleep was beyond him, especially since the water was now getting cold again. Carefully he turned off the water and stepped out of the stall. Happy that their were a few fluffy towels hanging on the wall. He gently placed the young woman down and placed two towels on the floor where he was going to lay. Randy then grabbed another one and wrapped in tightly around his waist before he wrapped the last one around the naked form of Alexandra.
Not wanting the woman to wake up in pain in the morning, Randy pulled her still sleeping form on his lap and sat on the towels he'd placed on the floor. He lied back and stretched her out on top. Man was he going to get it in the morning. He may as well enjoy the silence and being this close to her while he could.
The annoying sun rays poked through the blinds on the bedroom. John groaned as he brought up one hand to cover his face. His other had an added weight to it. He glanced to the side and was surprised to see the slumbering young PA of Eric Bischoff using his chest as a pillow. Now how the hell did she end up there?
The WWE champion blinked to try and rid himself of the massive headache that had formed. He rubbed his eyes to dull the pain and tried to remember the previous nights events.
Man did he hate waking up with a hang over. Anya snuggled closer as he shifted and he cautiously rose the bed sheet that was covering their bodies. He sighed in relief when he noted that he was still in his boxers and she was simply in her undergarments. So they hadn't done anything either would regret but that still didn't explain why she was in his bed.
He jumped when he heard the hotel room door open. Who was coming this early in the morning?
"John why the hell is there a chair in front of the fucking bathroom?" Dave yelled as he removed the chair.
John blinked. Good question why was there...Oh shit. He glanced at the woman still sleeping and quickly covered her with the bed sheet. If Dave saw her, he'd be better off dead. The WWE champion eased his arm out from under Anya without waking her, she simply rolled onto the spot he once occupied seeking his warmth. With another sigh of relief he left the room making sure to close the door. Now to find out why there was a chair in front of the bathroom.
The scene that unveiled in the bathroom was comical. The moment John had closed to door to the bedroom of the hotel room, Dave had opened the door to the bathroom. His mouth dropped at the scene within. John blinked and looked inside to see what had the Animal so silent and he too found himself speechless.
What had occurred between the two lying on the bathroom floor was evident as the proof was on the tiled floor in a soggy heap. The towel wrapped around the females body exposed her back just covering her behind as Randy's arms were wrapped tightly around her.
"Damn Randy what the hell were ya doin' all night?" John exclaimed once he got himself in check. He flinched at the pounding once more in his forehead.
Randy groaned and slowly opened his eyes. "Leave me the hell alone. I want to sleep." He mumbled as his eyes closed again before snapping open when he felt Alex shift on top of him.
Alex moaned as her hand gasped his shoulder gently, "Tell whoever it is to leave. I need my beauty sleep." She mumbled against his chest.
Randy froze. When she was fully awake he was a dead man and he knew it. He looked up at the two men standing at the door with amused smiles on their faces.
"Way ta go man. What a way to get the girl." John stated with a smirk.
Alex grumbled again, and glared at the two men at the door. "Can you two stop talking? You're making my head hurt."
"Hey I didn't say anything." Dave said defensively. "I only wanted to see what happened to everyone. Speaking of which where's my sister?" He looked at the three expectantly.
Alex sat up and glared around the bathroom. The previous night rushing back to her. She looked down at the man she was sitting on and frowned. Her eyes then widened before she shot up clenching the towel to her body.
"I can explain." Alex said quickly at the two men by the door.
"Nah it's all good. We don't need no details. Y'all can keep them to yourself." John said as he turned to left from the bathroom.
"You didn't answer my question, where's Anya?" Dave asked again.
At that moment the door separating the bedroom from the rest of the hotel room opened and a sleepy looking Anya walked out dressed in one of John Cena's oversize Chain Gang shirts. She yawned and looked around at everyone who had stepped away from the bathroom.
"Morning guys."