1Chapter Ten: "Never Loved The Rain"
The pouring rain was like a sad melody, as Trish lay her head against the steering wheel of her car, loud sobs escaping her chapped, dry lips. She'd left Dave in the gym with strong words less than five minutes ago. Though a large weight had been lifted off of her chest, she felt even more depressed about the hurtful things she had said to him. But, should she really care? Did any of this ever really matter? Trish raised her head reluctantly. She had heard a door slam shut and felt as though someone was watching her. She peered into the night, trying her best to rid her eyes of the unwanted tears, so she could have some hope of figuring out who was there. A large figure raced towards her car, his clothes soaked, his body wet from head to toe. Trish knew who it was and she felt her heart flutter with wonder. She slowly rolled down the window to stare into Dave's face, her lips trembling as she studied the defeat that was written all over his handsome features.
"Trish, I tried..but I can't..you're killing me. Never, ever tell me that I don't love you because you know damn well that I do! I may be a coward in your eyes..I just wanted to do what was right! But I can't..I can't pretend anymore," Dave's voice was shaking uncontrollably as he stared down at her, the warm summer rain still beating against him without mercy. He'd never looked more beautiful than he did now..the rain falling down his skin in streams of water, the way his white muscle shirt clung to him, his strong chest revealed under the now soaking fabric. "I fucking love you," he whispered, blinking rapidly to keep the rain from dripping into his eyes. Trish's eyes brimmed with hot tears as he watched him watching her. She wasn't sure what possessed her but before she knew it, she was out in the pouring rain, in Dave's arms. Her sobs were muffled against his chest and she clung to him as if he were going to disappear any second.
"It took you long enough to admit that," she laughed softly, her salty tears now mixing into the fresh rain. Dave's face melted into a smile.
"Too damn long." Trish pulled him down against her, their lips wasting no time to find each other. It was sweet bliss again as she tasted him, taking in his husky scent as she wrapped herself in his arms. His heart pounded against her firm breasts with such force that she was sure it was going to explode. "Follow me.." Trish blinked the rain out of her eyes, clinging tightly to Dave's hand as he led her out of the street, pulling her through the alleyway that took them out of sight.
"Why–?"
"Shh," he whispered against her ear. Trish leaned her back against the cold brick that stood behind her, watching Dave with wonder. He slid his drenched shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, now stepping forward to lift Trish into his arms with ease. "Wrap your legs around me," he commanded. She didn't hesitate, bringing her slender legs up his firm body to secure them around his hips. Her heart began to pick up speed as she caught him watching her, a familiar lust in his eyes as he soaked in every inch of her curves. "God, you're so beautiful," he groaned, pressing her back firmly against the wall so he could bring his hands up to caress her flushed cheeks. Dave's thumb traced her bottom lip slowly. It seemed like time had begun to stand still..Trish knew what was going to happen. And she didn't deny, that although she'd dreamt forever of making love to him, that she felt almost as nervous as she'd ever been in her life. Her body trembled with both anticipation and fear as she prepared for his next move. His hot fingertips had traced their way down the ice cold skin of her body, until they melted into her inner thighs. She felt him ever so slowly sneak her legs a little further open. Trish held back a soft growl from escaping her lips as Dave's skilled fingertips set her loins on fire with his every simple touch. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she savored all the feelings rushing over her. Dave's touch was like poison but at the same time, the antidote to all of her pain. He was killing her..yet being her salvation.
"Don't hold back," Trish whispered, chewing on her bottom lip as she scanned his dark eyes. "I want to feel you, Dave, inside of me..deep," her breath was rapid against his hot skin as she leaned to devour his mouth with her own. Her tongue had no mercy as she forced his lips apart to explore every crevice, every inch of him. "Put your hands in me," she moaned, taking the hand that had been caressing her thighs. Dave let out a loud growl into her ear as she forced his fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out of her in a torturing, slow motion.
"Does that feel good?" he whispered, his chocolate eyes clouded with raw desire. Dave stared down at her as she squirmed against him, biting down her lip as if it were going to save her from the overwhelming pleasure. Her nod of response brought a soft chuckle from his lips. The agony that he was putting her through made him hot with passion and he swore that he could no longer wait to take her. But..how long had he waited for this moment? How long had he yearned to savor the pleasure that lay so deep inside of Trish? Forever it seemed. And he wasn't about to waste it. No, he wanted to tease every inch of her body until she screamed from him to stop. Dave tilted his head as he studied the firm breasts that were threatening to spill out from her top as she grinded against the warm fingers that were now moving up and down inside of her. He pressed her back harder into the brick as he slid his remaining free hand across her left breast, closing his eyes as he massaged the erect nipple under his finger. Trish groaned in the back of her throat in approval, pushing her breast harder against his palm. Dave ran his hand under her top and slowly removed it with a little help from her. He stared with hunger at almost bare chest, licking his lips with anticipation. Dave lowered the gentle fabric of her satin bra to take her hard nipple between his teeth, the tip of his tongue sneaking forward to flick at the sensitive flesh. Trish dug her nails into the bare skin of his back, another loud groan rising in her throat.
"Oh God," she breathed, shivering against him uncontrollably. The feeling of his hot lips closing around her breast made her wet with desire. Damn him to Hell for teasing her to death! Dave's saliva kissed her tender skin with perfection..she would die if he didn't stop doing this to her. "You're killing me.."
"That's the point, my love," Dave whispered, taking her lips captive once again. Trish sighed against him, pressing her chest against him, her racing heart meeting the pounding of his.
"I don't want to wait anymore." His eyes were like the window into his soul. She could see his emotions as clear as day, even if he was attempting to hide them. Dave blinked slowly before he nodded gently. Trish swore that time had completely frozen at this very moment. If you were to ask her what was happening, she'd hardly know. But when his hard manhood entered her, her sense of reality snapped back. Dave buried himself deeper into her, her tight walls closing around him at every movement. Her trembles were of both pain and pleasure, her eyes shining with tears. He'd lit a fire deep inside of her body at every inch he buried himself..a fire she never wanted to put out. Dave's thrusts were nothing short of gentle as he slammed into her with little mercy, his head tilted back and his eyes tightly closed. Trish's hips moved along with him, her nails still dug into his soft flesh. The way he pulled out of her and sunk back inside..oh God, she could barely take it. Nobody else could possibly exist as Dave Batista took her, stole every bit of self control and resistence she had left. Trish was all his..and she would forever be.
"I love you, baby," Dave moaned into her ear, his flesh smacking against hers as he thrust himself harder into her. Trish tossed her head back and moaned, once again biting down her on tender lip, not caring that she tasted her own blood.
"Oh, I love you too..I love you so much..Dave," she whispered, a weak smile crossing her lips. Trish felt it all in slow motion..she felt herself dying with pure pleasure, feeling as though she were going to fall off of a giant cliff any second. She wanted to kill him for setting her on fire like this. But the next thing she knew, he'd left his hot seed deep in her, and they were both slipping to the wet ground with exhaustion. The rain hadn't ceased to stop as they made love. But one thing Trish did notice, that for once in her life she was completely happy..and she swore that the stars were winking at her from behind the dark clouds. She had never loved the rain until this very moment.
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Stacy clung desperately to the sheet of paper before her, the lump that had formed in the back of her throat now causing her eyes to water in discomfort. So now he found it in himself to leave her yet another note? The last time she'd given into what his letter had said, he found herself kissing him. Stacy ripped the note into small pieces and tossed it into the trash can, watching it fall with heavy eyes. Randy couldn't continue to do this..he brought her too much pain and when she remembered laying under him in his hotel bed a few weeks ago, it brought tears to her eyes. She had managed to avoid him for the most part but it was hard when you worked side by side with him. Stacy let a desperate sigh out into the abandoned locker room, her shallow, forced breaths catching the attention of a certain blonde Diva, who had her head shoved in a locker.
"S-Stacy?" she whispered, her lips trembling as she stared at the bowed head. Stacy's body froze as the voice that had just rung out matched a face in her mind. She dared herself to look up..and when she did, she only confirmed that she had been right..it was Torrie Wilson. Pure hatred was burning in her veins as she stood up to tower over the shorter blonde, hazel orbs narrowed threatening.
"Oh, hello," she spoke, the venom thick in usually sweet voice. Torrie flinched as she turned on her heel, heading back towards the locker at which she'd been storing her clothes.
"It's been awhile." Stacy picked at her clothes casually, half-heartedly shrugging her shoulders in reply. "You're still bitter," Torrie said softly, leaning against one of the lockers nearby her once close friend. Stacy snorted.
"You're fucking right I'm bitter," she hissed, digging her heel into the concrete, wishing it were Torrie's head. "But you're gonna go on one of those 'It's in the past' spiels aren't you?"
"I never said you didn't have the right to be angry, Stacy." The leggy blonde's lips had pursed into a thin line as she studied the Idaho native, her eyes relaxing and her body less tense. "I know you hate me..but no more than I hate myself." Stacy wanted badly to fall into the arms of her once best friend, she wanted to tell her it was okay. But it was far from that. Tears welled into her eyes as she watched the floor.
"I somehow knew I'd have to face you again, Tor..I thought I'd be ready.." Stacy cried, biting down on her lip as she forced the tears to stop. "It's not okay..I don't think it will ever be like it used to. You..lost me. You lost my trust, my friendship, everything. And I still can't forgive you..not yet." Torrie nodded her head, barely able to look into the eyes that were burning into her.
"You..you never got answers from me," she replied. Stacy shook her head, her soft blonde locks dancing at her sudden movement.
"Not from you. Randy explained himself..but you never had the guts to tell me why.."
"Don't throw that in my face! Could you have faced me with this burden? Do you think it's been easy this last fucking year, Stacy!"
"I sometimes wonder if you were ever sorry, Torrie!"
"Well I am!" Echoes followed the shouted words. Silence had fallen over the two women as though it were a deadly plague. "And you deserve answers, Stacy." Torrie's eyes melted into soft tears as she studied the defiant figure of Stacy Keibler.
"Yes, I do," she whispered.
"And you'll get them..in time." Her mouth hung open to protest but before Stacy could speak, Torrie had slammed the door behind her, leaving the leggy blonde in an overwhelming state of wonder. After all this time, she had to wait even more to get the answers to their unresolved past. Stacy relaxed her balled fists as she slid down onto the bench that she'd once been sitting on. She closed her eyes tightly..this was too much..life was too much.
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Randy stretched out his arms as he let out a load groan. Why did he continue to drink like this? Last night was nothing but a blur to him..all he could remember was collapsing at the bar, throwing a fifty on the counter and getting all he could drink for the whole night. Then..absolutely nothing. How he got back to his room was totally beyond him. All he knew at this time, was that this splitting headache was going to be the death of him. Randy turned onto his side and cradled his head, his eyes tightly shut, blocking out the light. If he moved another inch, he'd throw up for sure.
"Oh God.." he moaned, reaching for the pillow behind his head to shove it over his eyes. This day was going to be pure torture. But when wasn't he feeling like shit? This relationship with Stacy was a mess and being with Torrie only to block out the leggy blonde was not exactly paradise either. He couldn't go on like this..if he did, he'd end up killing himself, which sounded like a good idea about right now. Randy bit down on his lip to hold back the urge to puke. Nausea had hit him like a freight train. What was he doing to himself? Drunk off his ass every fucking night..and he knew tonight would be no different. Nothing was ever different anymore.
And much to no one's surprise, Randy was once again at the bar that very evening. Another empty bottle was added to the pile as he slammed his head onto the cold wooden counter. Maybe drinking away your worries isn't such a good idea.
"Well, well, well..if it isn't Randy Orton." His head shot up instantly at realizing who's voice it was. Never in a million years would she talk to him. She hadn't since last year, since everything blew up. Randy had been so close to her..well, at least through Stacy. She was, in fact, the leggy blonde's best friend. His crystal blue orbs scanned her over a few times, as if making sure she was real.
"And if it isn't Trish Stratus," he sneered, watching her closely as she took a seat opposite to him and smirked at him nonchalantly.
"Long time, no talk, eh?" The taunting in her voice made him red with anger..she always knew how to push his buttons.
"I quite enjoyed that little fact," Randy hissed, reaching for the shot that had just been placed in front of him by the bartender, only to have Trish snatch it away.
"No need to be a dick, Orton. But hasn't that always been your speciality?" She tossed back the shot, licking her lips at the taste of the sweet liquor on her mouth. "Tell me..cheated on anyone else lately?" Randy balled his fists tightly at his side, glaring at the beautiful blonde as if he were going to straggle her at any second. Extreme hatred was coursing through his veins..and it wasn't a feeling that settled well on his stomach. He hated having his sins thrown back in his face.
"Ah, nice of you to ask but no. You slept with any more people from the locker room? Hasn't that always been your favorite hobby?" Trish snorted, her nose wrinkled as if she'd just tasted something that was beyond her liking.
"No? You've actually kept your pants zipped up for once? I'm impressed!" Randy growled in the back of his throat.
"And you've kept your legs closed. Congratulations." Trish tilted her head to the side as if he were a painting that was hanging sideways. She studied his face intently, her dark eyes narrowed sharply.
"Mr. Orton..I do believe you are flushed. I didn't know a woman could effect you so deep.."
"So, shut the fuck up, Stratus. Don't you have someone else to bother?" Trish snorted again, scanning the bar for any sign of the two people she was waiting to meet.
"Nope. My two victims aren't here yet so I had to share some love with you." Randy looked down at the floor, his balled fists relaxing at his sides. He knew Trish was still very bitter with him..and he honestly couldn't blame her. He had a haunting feeling that Stacy had told the Canadian diva about their recent interactions, which was the very reason Trish was here to taunt him. Randy had never known her to be very forgiving and the fact that he'd hurt the woman she considered a sister..well, it made sense as to why she hated him.
"Look, Trish..I know why you're here."
"Really? Well, share with the class." Randy turned his eyes over to her, catching her dark eyes for a moment. It looked at though a storm were brewing in the depths of her orbs.
"I know Stacy's told you about the fact that I kissed her and all that other shit. And I know you still hate me for..everything." The diva raised a thin eyebrow, bringing the glass of wine that had been placed before her to her lips. She watched him as she took a sip of the bittersweet substance, her eyes once again narrowed.
"You're damn right. Why would you do that to her after all you've done before? Is it all some sort of game to you? Does playing with her emotions bring you some sort of sick pleasure?" Randy massaged his temples as he processed her words, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as if to block out everything around him.
"No. I wish you'd get how much I miss her." Trish turned her head in the opposite direction to scan the bar once again for any sign of Stacy and Dave, only to realize she was still searching in vain.
"I don't get it..how can you still be with Torrie and except either of us to believe you miss Stacy, hm? Is that supposed to make sense?" The truth in her words made Randy even more sick to his stomach. All he wanted to do as of right now was drop the subject and leave..somehow being around Trish made him want to punch something..or someone. "But whatever. I don't want to talk about it." Randy raised his eyes to watch her, unclenching his jaw in relief that she no longer wished to discuss the subject.
"Why, uh..why did you all of a sudden come to talk to me?" he asked, reaching out to grab another beer. Trish swung around to face him, her shoulders flopping as she half-heartedly shrugged.
"I missed pissing you off," she smirked, standing up suddenly as if she were ready to run off. Randy turned and noticed that Dave Batista and Stacy had just entered the bar, these being the two the Canadian blonde had been waiting for. "Insulting you again was a pleasure, Randy but now, I'm off." He watched as she made her way through the crowd in a hurry, a smile stopping to linger on his lips. There was something about that woman. As much as they hated each other, she still managed to make him laugh. And that was saying something..not many people could bluntly insult him and earn his respect. But Trish always had..and that, that was something that blew him away.
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Angie Batista pressed to phone up to her ear, only to be met by the familiar sound of her husband's voice mail. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and slammed down the receiver, swallowing the hard lump that had formed in her throat. Why did she even bother to call him anymore? Everyday it seemed he didn't answer or if she did catch him, he sounded completely distracted the whole time. He was supposed to be her husband! He was supposed to want to talk with her! But that was never the case. Angie hated to think like she did but the worry of him having an affair ate at her night and day. And when he didn't answer his phone his late, it seemed like her anxiety and paranoia were true. She tossed her dark hair and picked up the phone again, his time to be greeted by a voice, except it wasn't Dave's..it was a woman's.
"Hello?"
"Uh, who is this?" Angie hissed, her fingers shaking uncontrollably as she drug them through her hair.
"Stacy..is this Dave's wife?"
"Yes. Where is my husband?"
"He wanted me to tell you that he's gonna call you later." Angie raised her eyebrows in question.
"Why are you answering his phone?" She heard Stacy sigh, as though she were annoyed by the fact that Angie had to ask so many questions.
"He left his phone here at the bar with me. He went with Trish to hang out for a little while, they'll be back in a bit. Dave will call you then." Before Stacy could say goodbye, Angie had slammed the phone down in her ear. So that's where Dave was? He was with Trish..the one who he had gone to charity with, keeping him away from home. The one he had unexpectedly invited to D.C. the weekend he was supposed to be spending alone with his wife. Angie balled her fists as she bit back the tears..she was jumping to conclusions..Dave was aloud to have friends that were women. Hell, he worked with them everyday. But there was something about his relationship with Trish Stratus that made her blood run cold. And she was determined to find out what..
