WARNING: This chapter does contain mild slash and moderate sex scenes. (Last twelve lines; slash.)
It was now Friday's house show. As usual, Randy, Shawn, Chris, Shelton and Rob were sat in the locker room gossiping - or discussing as they preferred to call it...
"Is Roxy actually meant to be getting back here tonight?" Shawn asked, looking at his watch.
"Yeah - she rang a few hours ago to say that the plane was on time so it all looks good."
"How did her friend's transplant go?" Chris inquired, playing with his wrist tape.
"By the sounds of it ok. The whole thing lasted a few hours longer than expected and apparently, Lily's mother was having kittens by the end of it but after the first full day after it, everything seemed ok." Randy responded.
"Having kittens?" Rob puzzled.
"Yeah, you know, like going insane or getting more worked up or something." Randy explained.
"You've been hanging around British women for far too long!" Shelton laughed.
"Maybe but they are damn sure great!" Randy enthused.
"Thought anymore about the uh hum?" Chris questioned, pointing to his ring finger.
"Nope not yet. It's not a good time."
"I know but when are ya going to do it?" Chris asked, dying to know.
"Sometime in the near future." Randy nodded.
"This place could do with a nice wedding." Shelton commented, flicking through the latest edition of Power Slam! magazine.
"Give me time, ok?" Randy reasoned.
"Sure, I was just saying." Shelton half apologised.
"Have you been 'having kittens' without her this week?" Y2J questioned.
"Yeah, I've missed her a lot." Randy reluctantly revealed, blushing slightly.
"Yeah right!" Shawn scoffed.
"So much more than that." Rob agreed.
"That's personal!" Randy shrugged awkwardly.
"Arr, is young Randall embarrassed?" Chris teased, placing his arm around Randy, pouting jokily.
"Yeah." Randy pouted back, looking to his feet.
"You should have called me, I would have kept you warm through the long, cold nights!" Chris smirked, running a finger over Randy's hairless chest.
"Roxy doesn't think that we are an item...don't spill yet!" Randy mocked.
"Ummm, yeah, I think we'd better go!" Shelton said, grabbing RVD and HBK by their hands and pulling them out the door.
"That got rid of them..." Chris gasped, letting go of Randy.
"What's up? Did you want to get rid of them?" Randy questioned.
"I just wanted to spend some time alone with you, that's all." Chris replied, sitting down on the bench.
"Quit with the whole couple thing!" Randy giggled.
"Randy, there's something you need to read." Y2J told, handing Randy an edition of today's newspaper.
"What!" Randy cried. "These people are having a joke, I know my own girlfriend and I know that she wouldn't do that."
"Well, that's not what this guys saying." Chris sighed.
"There is absolutely no way that she has tapped us having sex...no way!" Randy shouted.
"This kid, look at him. Stuart. What a jackass."
"Stuart?" Randy muttered.
"What's the matter?" Chris asked.
"He's the bloke that asked Roxy on Byte This! if she'd do Playboy or go on a date with him..."
Flashback: Early May - Roxanna on Byte This! Marc Lloyd introduced the next caller...
"Ok, now we have Stuart on the line..."
"Hey Roxanna!"
"Hi Stuart, what is your question?"
"First of all I would like to say how incredibly hot you look, particularly since coming back to the WWE!"
"Thank you!"
"I was wondering...would you ever consider doing a Playboy shoot at all? I know I would definitely buy it!"
"Ummm, to tell you the truth, and I'm sorry but that isn't in my plan. I'm not taking away from any of the WWE Divas that have been in the magazine but it is simply not me. I would sooner be remembered as the greatest General Manager Raw has ever had, rather than Randy Orton's ex girlfriend, Eric Bitchoff's daughter or another girl in Playboy."
"Are you currently going out with someone?"
"Maybe..." Roxy smiled mischievously.
"Would you ever go on a date with me..."
End of Flashback.
"I've had her before too, in fact, just last Monday, after Raw. She met me backstage and we went of all evening...Just ask Randy Orton where is girlfriend was. Certainly not with him." Chris read out.
"Bullshit!" Randy yelled in exasperation. "She was with me all night! She has enough on her mind at the minute without this fucker saying this kind of crap!"
"I know. What do you want to do?" Chris quizzed. Suddenly a knock came at the door...
"Randy?" a female voice inquired.
"Hold on Chris...Roxy?" Randy asked, opening the door. His girlfriend was stood there holding a copy of the exact same newspaper.
"I swear this is utter rubbish..." she panically explained.
"Shhh, sweetie, I believe you. I know who this guy is - he rang up Byte This! a few months ago, remember and tried to get you to go out with him."
"I think it is him...I've rang up my Lawyer, he's on the case right now. He met me off the aeroplane - that's why I'm late. There were a few fucking news reporters there asking shit too."
"I know you wouldn't lie to me. Don't worry, he'll get put in his place either by law or by me." Randy declared, hugging Roxy.
"I'll leave you two to it." Chris said, in a kind of disappointment.
"I'm sorry...hi Chris, you ok?"
"Yep." he said, closing the door on the way out.
"Apparently, I showed him our sex tape." Roxy uttered.
"We haven't even got one." Randy screwed his nose.
"Yeah, good point. We should do."
"Nah, that's so Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee. For starters, I haven't got that many tattoos and your breasts are real."
"True." Roxy smiled, kissing Randy gently on the lips.
"Just ignore it, everything will be ok. Try and forget about it. Did you have a good flight back over here?" Randy asked, hoping to change the topic of conversation.
"Yeah, till we landed - Bastard reporters. By the way, I went and dropped my stuff off in our hotel room. I take it you guys haven't been there yet?"
"No, we haven't. Why?"
"There seems to have been a mix up with the bookings. Everything's just totally fucked."
"Great." Randy sighed.
"There just taking people as they come. Do you want me to go and order rooms for the guys or something?" Roxy said, pointing towards the door.
"Ring up the travel organisers, it's their problem not yours."
Maybe not for now...
A few hours later, Randy and Roxy were back in their hotel room for the evening.
"I need bed..." Roxy muttered clambering onto the king sized bed.
"I missed you all this week." Randy wrapped his arms around Roxy.
"I missed you too." she agreed, kissing him once again, rolling over into a more comfortable position.
"I missed something else as well..." Randy spoke, running his hand over Roxanna's stomach and cupping his breasts with his hands.
"Piss off!" she closed her eyes, slapping his naked thigh.
"Baby..." Randy pouted "Please?"
"Maybe tomorrow." she muttered "I'm really tired."
"I'm tired of no sex!" Randy laughed slightly.
Roxy lifted her head up and stared at him. He had put on his 'Puppy Dog' face as Roxy like to call it. Basically, he was sulking and wasn't going to give up so easily.
"Wait till tomorrow morning or something." Roxy yawned, resting her head back down.
Randy was wide awake - what was he going to do besides annoy Roxy...that lead him to an idea. He began to tickle her back which she simply can't stand. Squealing, Roxy sat up, lobbing her pillow at Randy before forcing him back down. She now sat proudly on his stomach, her legs either side of his torso, holding a pillow dangerously close to his throat.
"Quit it!" she sniggered.
"No way!" Randy said, playfully slapping her butt.
"Knob!" she sneered lightly, falling on top of him.
"That's so much better." Randy grinned.
"Really?" she raised an eyebrow, licking his tongue seductively.
"Oh yeah!" he murmured.
"Things are gonna get a lot better!" she promised, leaning on him further, holding his head and French kissing him as Randy responded.
Unfortunately, a knock came at the door. Roxy gazed over to the other side of the room.
"Ignore it." Randy urged, nibbling her left earlobe.
"Hello? Randy? Roxanna? Guys, I need your help, I know it's late and everything but I really need you." a Canadian accent spoke.
"What's Chris doing here?" Roxy asked, turning on the lamp beside her bed.
"I really don't know." Randy scowled, sliding Roxy onto the bed as she covered herself up as he put his trousers on and wondered towards the door way.
"Chris, man, it's like 11 o'clock. What's up?"
"It's kind of funny really...you see, the room arrangements got badly fucked up and..."
Before Chris could say anymore, Randy had forced him out of the door, ramming him to the opposite side of the corridor.
"Chris, I was kinda in the middle of something." Randy sighed.
"I'm sorry, but I really have no where else to go. Shelton and Rob are already sharing a room with Shawn and there is no more room. Please?" Chris begged, looking sorrowfully at Randy.
"Give Rox a few minutes yeah, like I said, we were in the middle of something." Randy smirked saucily, stepping back into the room.
"I'll get dressed." she groaned, picking some clothes from her suit case and closing the bathroom door behind her.
"You'll have to use the couch I'm afraid Chris." Randy apologised, helping Chris with his luggage. "What the hell have you got in here?"
"Just a few essentials for a rock star!" Chris exclaimed.
"What ever man." Randy sniggered as Roxy made her way out of the bathroom.
"Hello Christopher, night baby." Roxy kissed Randy on the cheek before making her way back to bed.
"I was hoping the three of us could, you know, have a little gossip...just for a few minutes." Y2J suggested, parking himself onto the sofa.
"Chris, I'm not in the mood, not tonight." Roxy reasoned, turning off the light her side of the bed.
"Do whatever you have to do Chris but don't keep us up." Randy agreed, lying down next to Roxy before pulling the covers over and cuddling her.
"Sure." Chris sighed, turning on the main light in the bedroom and searching deep in his bag, humming casually as he did so. Roxy and Randy did their best to ignore him as he stumbled into the bathroom.
"He'd better keep it down." Roxy murmured, closing her eyes tightly.
"Don't worry, I'm sure he will..." Randy encouraged.
One hour, one shower, two trips to the toilet and a hair straightening session later, and Chris had finally turned off all the lights in the room. He had managed to find spare blankets in the closet and a spare pillow in the wardrobe. Tossing and turning, he made a discovery.
"Damn couch!" he muttered.
"What's up?" Randy asked, lifting his head up.
"The sofa has springs loose." Chris complained.
"Fucking hell." Roxy moaned freely. 'The sofa matches him!' she continued to muse sarcastically.
"What do you expect us to do about it?" Randy questioned.
"Could I...nah, that's asking a bit too much..." Chris began.
"What is?" Roxy rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"Could I get in with you two? I won't take up much room I promise..."
"I know you two have a thing for each other but that's going too far." Roxy joked tiredly.
"I'll be keeping you up all night though, that's all..." Chris hinted.
"Fine, but I'm staying where I am. Go and get in next to Randy." Roxy decided, pulling the bed sheets off her boyfriend.
"Thanks Rox." he whispered to her.
"Wow, is this a King Size bed?" Chris quizzed, getting comfortable.
"I think so." Randy replied.
"Fit for the King of the World BABY!" Y2J yelled carelessly, resting his hands against the back of his head.
Another hour later...
Chris and Randy were snoring loudly, keeping Roxy awake. She was about pissed off with it. Her and Randy were both reduced to about a quarter of the bed since Chris was so sprawled out! Unwrapping Randy's arms from around her, she gathered some of her belongings and made her way to Lita's room, in hope of some peace and quiet. Slipping out of the door without any noise, neither man noticed her leave.
"Roxy, it's like, 1 o'clock...what's up?" the red headed Diva squinted.
"Please can I stay in your room with ya? Chris has congregated in our room since there isn't another one for him and him and Randy are snoring their heads off!"
"I understand - come on in." Lita greeted, opening the door a little wider for her friend.
6.30am...
Randy and Chris had been sleeping straight for about 6 and a half hours, neither of them noticing that Roxy was no longer with them. Subconsciously, Randy rolled over and started to hug Y2J before kissing him passionately on the lips! Chris gladly accepted and moved closer to his male friend. Randy opened his eyes...
"Aaahhhh!" he yelped.
"Wha...what?" Chris panicked.
"Where did Roxy go?" Randy let go of Chris, looking around.
"Ummm...I dunno."
"Lets not mention the whole, you know, thing to anyone ok?" Randy suggested.
"Ok." Chris agreed, edging away from Randy.
"I must have known you weren't Roxy...she isn't a sloppy kisser!" Randy half laughed, wiping his lips with his hand, spitting as he did so.
"No way am I a sloppy kisser!" Chris angrily responded.
"Yes you are, it's like kissing a washing machine with you!" Randy teased, as the boys petty argument continued.
Sorry to all non-slash lovers, had to add that little comedy bit in at the end, lol! Thanks to FastFuriousChick and Roxxy1984 for your reviews - keep them coming!