Chapter 14: The Cabin, Part Three

As the midnight hour approached, the hailstorm outside Molly's shack finally subsided, to be replaced by the soft patter of less severe rainfall. Molly and Randy were still happily snuggled up on the couch in her living room, watching some classic wrestling footage on video.

"Didn't you used to be part of his entourage?" he asked, as another Randy, Savage, cut a promo on the screen.

Molly laughed, recalling the early days of her career, when she did indeed accompany the Macho Man. It was funny how she had come full circle since her television debut; from one Randy to another. There was no contest as to which one she preferred to be around.

"I did. It was… fun, I guess." she replied. "What is it with people called Randy hey?"

"Savage?" he responded. "You aren't comparing me to him are you?!"

Molly glanced up at Randy, who had a look of consternation on his face. She loved seeing him in a state about things; he looked cute when he was flustered.

"Of course not silly… After all, Macho Man was a much better wrestler than you." Molly answered, not being able to contain her amusement.

"Why you…" Randy said, assisting Molly with her laughing, by tickling her mercilessly. She writhed and wriggled, trying to escape his harassment, but thanks to her fits of laughter she had a hard time doing so.

"Get off me!" she cried playfully, as Randy continued to torture her. Molly managed to squirm free of his grasp, and made a dash for it, but Randy would not be denied, as he chased her to the bedroom and managed to grab her around the waist. He spun her around to face his body; in doing so however, he stumbled and the two of them fell onto the bed.

As they sprung up and then back down onto the soft mattress, Molly let out a squeal as Randy lay on top of her with his arms still firmly around her waist. It was a compromising position, that neither really knew how to react to. They locked eyes, orbs that were glazed with passion. Randy could not resist the temptation to place his lips onto Molly's, as they kissed fervently in the aftermath of their fun and games.

The bond between the two was becoming stronger and stronger with each passing second. Every time they kissed, it was becoming all the more harder to break away; they both wanted each kiss to last forever. Naturally, that wasn't practical and they did have to relent at some point, but it caused much pain each time. Randy gingerly pulled his head back, and took in the wonderful sight of Molly's face. Her beaming smile and the photogenic features of her face were a joy to behold.

He managed to snap out of his trance for a moment to address something that had been bugging him all evening; the sleeping arrangements. Seeing as they were in the room that was causing the problem in his mind, he decided to bring it up.

"Molly… about the bed."

"Randy…" she said, not wanting to hear any objections. Randy carefully placed a finger over her lips, urging her to hear him out.

"I can't have you sleeping on the couch, it's not fair on you in your own home." he began. "I really appreciate everything you've done for me over the past couple of days, but I'm going to have to insist on sleeping on the couch."

Molly waited for him to remove his finger from her lips, as her heart began to beat furiously against the wall of her chest. It was such a frantic pulse, that it may well have been reverberating against Randy's body; which still lay snugly against hers.

She'd had a brainwave, one that was totally out of character for her. 'Maybe we could share the same bed.' she mused. She didn't know if that was what she really wanted, or if the steaminess of the situation she was in was warping her thoughts. There she lay with perhaps the hunkiest member of the Raw locker room, on her very own bed and they were completely and utterly in love with each other. There ought to have been no problem, but for the first time in days, her tentative side reared its head.

"Is that a deal?" Randy asked, referring to the offer he had just made.

Molly disregarded his words, as she hurried through her thought process in her head. She was itching to ask him what she had just pondered moments earlier, but was struggling to spit it out. For once, her beliefs weren't holding her back; she had always convinced herself that if a guy was the right person for her, she could go to those places that her beliefs often prevented her. As far as Randy being right for her was concerned… her mind had been made up before they had even arrived in Minnesota. Randy Orton was the man she wanted to be with, and he was the man she would be prepared to lose her virginity to…

"Molly?" Randy repeated, trying to get an answer from her. She looked him in the eye, and attempted to compose herself to offer her suggestion to him. She was petrified that she would make a fool of herself, but there was only going to be one sure fire way to find out; put it to him.

"Why don't we share the bed?" she said, the nervous tension clearly apparent in her voice. She struggled to maintain her eye contact with Randy, as she dreaded his response. Randy motioned back from the position he had been in, and stood up at the side of the bed. Molly had caught him completely off guard; that was the last thing he'd expect her to suggest.

It brought back home to Randy the very reason he was in that situation in the first place; the juvenile bet he had agreed to participate in with his friends. A bet, which at first had seemed so stupid, when he discovered he'd been 'lumbered' with Molly, but had inadvertently brought love to the pair of them. A bet he didn't want to win, but was potentially on the verge of doing so.

The anxious silence in the aftermath of Molly's bombshell proposition, led her to assume that she had made a mistake. As she sat up on the edge of the bed, she felt crushed, observing the shocked expression on Randy's face.

"You don't want to… do you?" she said dejectedly.

Randy found himself struggling to answer. At the end of the day, he wanted nothing more than to jump into the same bed as her; he adored her, and the thought of sharing intimacy with her was a proposition he would have jumped at under any other circumstances. But the bet, and the implications of winning that bet…

As Molly sat up, Randy sighed and joined her by sitting on the edge of the bed next to her. He reassured her somewhat, as he placed his arm around her shoulder and brought her closer to him for a cuddle. He had to find the right words to say, that would not give her the wrong impression.

"It's not that I don't want to…" he said carefully. "It's just I don't want to take advantage of you."

"Advantage? You wouldn't be taking advantage of me at all." she responded, checking out his furrowed brow. She wasn't convinced by his explanation at all.

"Sleeping in the same bed… that's a big step Molls."

"Why are you making excuses? Don't you find me attractive in that way?" she said, with a hint of desperation in her voice.

'Why am I making excuses?' he thought; she had a good point. He found her attractive in every way possible, which included seeing the real Molly. There was no escaping the truth, he'd fantasized about seeing her body the night before… he never imagined that he would be presented with a gilt edged opportunity so soon.

"I think you are absolutely gorgeous Molls." he said passionately.

"But…" she pre-empted.

"No buts… I mean it." he replied.

"Just not enough to share the bed with me?" she said disconsolately.

Randy looked at her forlorn expression, and felt awful for putting her through such misery. Then he saw the curves of her amazing figure; that very figure that he loved to bond next to. His mind wandered into the land of the sub-conscious, as he attempted to picture what she would look like, sans clothing. He didn't need to visualize however, and once that clicked in his head, he realized that he could not turn her offer down; bet or no bet. He was just going to have to live dangerously, not for the first time in his life.

Without responding to her remark, he got up from the bed and stood directly in front of her. She tilted her head up to check out what he was doing, and she was pleasantly surprised. He pulled the sweater he had been wearing over his head, and began to unbutton his shirt slowly.

"Only an idiot would resist…" he finally admitted, bringing a smile to Molly's face. She sprung to her feet and on her tip toes, she planted a kiss on him.

"Thank you Randy." she said, relieved that he was willing to share the bed with her. As she began to reciprocate his undressing actions, she felt sure she was making the right decision. At that point, she had to be; there would be no room for turning back.