1passes out Here..it..BE! I've had this finished for a few days but I had to perfect it to my liking. Hopefully you, my adoring public, enjoy this chapter as much as I do..it's my new favorite. I promise more action in the next edition. Review and as always, thank you for reading!

Chapter Fifteen: "The Calm After The Storm"

The ocean was settled and calm beneath the ship as she tossed her long blonde hair, staring down at the water as if it held all the answers to her darkest turmoil. Stacy clung to the railing tightly as she swayed with the ships movement, her eyes closed as if she was attempting to block out her reality..and at that moment, it was the fact that she was being forced to share the same room, God forbid, the same bed as John Cena. The arrangements hadn't gone as planned and it turned out that they had waited too long to get two rooms..and being as crowded as the ship was, they had to take the last room possible..which left only one bed and one shower between them. Stacy was acting as though she were being forced through a life sentence of prison..when in reality, she felt complete and safe when she was any where near the Westnewbury native. But, for some unconscious reason, she wanted to push him away.

"Stacy, you alright?" Her body jerked back in surprise at the sudden grasp on her shoulder. She hated being startled..and she hated when he touched her like that.

"Yeah, I'm off in another world..thinking," she laughed dryly, turning around so that she was face to face with John.

"Are you up to coming to dinner with me? I've got a table all set for us and everything..you need to relax as much as possible..you seem so stressed." Stacy wished that he knew how shitty she really felt..if only he could realize just what was driving her insane. She was about to turn down the invitation when she caught sight of John's crystal blue eyes..her heart stopped mid beat and melted..they shone brightly as if they were reflecting every ray of light from the full moon above..and they were as clear as the crisp, fall sky. All of her worries seemed to fade away into nothingness as he stared back at her, his hopeful eyes awaiting her answer as if his very life depended on it.

"I'd..love to, John." His smile made her stomach drop in both excitement and agony..she wished that he didn't bring out these feelings in her. Stacy agreed to get dressed and meet him as soon as possible.

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John took deep breaths as he drummed his fingers on the cool glass table, still awaiting Stacy's arrival. They'd never been on a date but he wasn't quite sure that this little dinner would mean as much to her as it would to him..but all that mattered was that she was with him. Stacy had paused before the table, her soft hazel orbs sparkling in the candlelight, intently watching John as he bowed his head and massaged his temples. She cleared her throat to announce her presence, which caused the handsome brunette to jump softly in his seat. He looked up quickly, expecting to see the waiter, only to lay eyes on the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Stacy Keibler stood before him, in a small, tight red dress, her hair laying perfectly upon her head, her lips shimmering in the soft glow of the room. She looked like an angel. Having lost his ability to speak, John motioned towards the empty seat across from him.

"How do I look?" Stacy asked innocently, smiling sweetly over in his direction. He took a large sip of ice water and checked her over once again.

"You look..fine."

"I made you speechless..I'd say that's a little more than fine, dontcha think?" John chuckled in defeat, a soft blush creeping up to brighten his cheeks. Stacy tilted her head at this sudden flush of color, her lips parted in surprise. John Cena, blushing? What a sight..that sure was something that she'd never expected to see. The evening began very quietly, neither saying much of anything, with Stacy occasionally bringing up work. It became apparent to both of them that they should just face that they were nervous..although for much different reasons. John had so much to say..but nothing seemed to come out. All throughout dinner he'd gotten many chances to ask her exactly what she felt..but nothing. It was only when the opportunity came to dance, did he feel that this was time. Stacy loved dancing so much and he figured it'd be good to just spill it.

"Stacy..will you dance with me?" John asked, standing up to move over towards her side of the table. He held his hand out to help her up, noting the look of apprehension on her beautiful features.

"Uh, I don't know..I'm so tired and.."

"Please?" Stacy bit down on her lip, silently cursing herself for giving in so easily. She nodded slowly and took his warm hand, walking by his side as they found a clear space on the dance floor. John took her into his arms, closing the space between, his steady fingertips finding their way to her hips. Stacy locked her hands behind his neck and swayed to the soft music, the romantic tune bringing gentle tears to her eyes. There was something about the way he moved with her, the way he held her as though she were delicate porcelain. Her tears began to run down her face without mercy..all the confusion and dark emotions could no longer remain hidden inside. She had to cry..and that's exactly what she did..she cried silently into John's chest, hiding it as though she were simply resting her head. John leaned down and nuzzled his face into her neck and pressed soft kisses behind her ear and down her shoulder, the two places that made her quiver with passion. Stacy held onto him for support as her sobs began to shake her body..just the feeling of his lips was the last thing she could take. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Everything! Everything is wrong..John, I can't do this anymore," she cried, holding onto his hands as he took her face in his palms.

"What can't you take? Talk to me." Stacy silently led him out onto the deck where they could be alone. They found an abandoned corner and she pulled him near her, the soft pounding of his heart vibrating on her breasts.

"I..everything that has happened between us..it's so..confusing.."

"Stace, you need to elaborate."

"John, I don't know how I feel about you. I mean, I do but I don't." Silence had taken over the brunette as he stared out across the water, his features melting into slight anger.

"So, you've been fucking me, without exactly knowing what you feel? Are you shittin' me?" John asked, his tone harsh, the pain evident in his deep voice. Stacy flinched and hung her head low, attempting to avoid his eyes. She couldn't do this to him..she knew how much he loved her.

"I just don't know how I feel about anything, John! I mean..I love being with you.."

"I'm sure you do..answer me one thing..how do you feel about Orton?" Stacy's mouth opened and closed as she struggled to find something to say in her defense. John watched her in disbelief, his head softly shaking from side to side.

"Un-fucking believable. Your goddamn face says it all..you still love him..after everything, you want him.." Stacy reached out to grab a hold of him, only to grasp nothing but air, staring out in hurt as John backed away. "It's all a little game..you fuck me on the side, just to piss off Orton..I'm the rebound."

"You're not letting me explain anything!"

"I don't want to hear it." John's pained expression was the last thing Stacy saw..and it killed her. She collapsed into a huddle and sobbed into her knees..she wasn't sure how long she'd spent there but all she did know what that her insides were churning as though something was wrenching them with all their might. She felt like throwing up..throwing up and dying. She didn't believe that anything she said should've hurt John but apparently it was all a sensitive subject to him. And even though she'd been honest and that was supposed to make her free, Stacy felt like an even bigger piece of shit than before..

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Trish had managed to keep herself sober the whole evening, although it had been incredibly hard with all the drinks that Randy kept buying. For the most part, she was enjoying herself immensely, the only thing getting on her nerves was the wild guys that she was being forced to sit with. She was about to tell them all the take a hike but since they weren't her friends and it wasn't really her place to say anything, she bit her tongue. Randy hadn't touched any of the alcohol, except maybe having a few shots here and there and Trish had done the same. She didn't want a repeat of the last time she'd combined alcohol and Randy Orton..and she didn't want him trying to make the first move. If anyone was going to be the seducer, it sure as hell would be her.

"You wanna go for a walk?" Randy asked, leaning down to whisper this into her ear. The Canadian beauty rolled her eyes, this obvious action catching his attention.

"Why? So you can try and get something?" Trish hissed, well aware of the arm that had found it's way across the back of the booth and around her shoulders.

"Not at all. My head's pounding from all this music and these three," he motioned, pointing over to his buddies. She tossed her hair and stared at Randy as if she half expected to see him smirking, which was far from the truth. He looked completely calm, although it was apparent that the aching in his head was becoming a hindrance.

"Why not," she sighed in defeat, climbing out of the booth first, with Randy trailing after her quickly. Trish smiled softly at the door he'd held open for her as they exited to take a walk around outside. The night was cool and calm, only a gentle breeze causing the silent trees to sway slightly. Randy walked closely beside her, his arm occasionally rubbing up against hers. It was a comfortable atmosphere for the Canadian diva..she didn't feel like she had to put on a front..she felt peaceful. They stopped in the parking lot beside Randy's parked Mercedes, Trish taking this opportunity to jump up onto the hood and relax. "So, what's up, Rand?" He followed her lead and joined her up on his car, leaning his back against the windshield, as Trish crossed her legs and leaned back onto her palms to watch him.

"Just sick of being in there," he shrugged, turning to smile at the gorgeous woman beside him.

"Yeah, trust me..I was going to scream because of your drunken friends."

"I can think of a better reason to scream," Randy whispered, arching one of his eyebrows. Trish stared over at him sharply, narrowing her eyes slightly as she pinned him with a glare.

"And to think, I thought you'd be a gentleman tonight," she snorted, leaning back to lay against the windshield just as Randy was doing. Trish ever so slightly, and maybe even subconsciously, snuggled closer to him. It didn't take long for him to notice this..and it made him smile in triumph.

"I see..you can't stay away from me." She pulled away at that moment, wishing that she could hide the red flush that spread across her cheeks like wildfire.

"Relax, I was just leaning back..don't flatter yourself." Randy leaned back on his elbows and studied her reddened features, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You don't have to be afraid to admit that you want to be near me.."

"I said don't flatter yourself," Trish hissed in annoyance, wishing with everything that she hadn't moved close to him. What the hell had she been thinking? Now he was going to take it and use it against her for the rest of the night.

"I'm not flattering myself..I'm stating the obvious."

"Well, cut it out." Trish slid down the hood, her feet finally reaching the concrete as she pushed off from the car to walk away. Randy got up and followed after her, grabbing her hand and whipping her around so that she was inches from his body.

"Are you okay?" he asked, blinking in wonder at the sudden moodiness that had overtaken the usual perky Trish Stratus.

"I'm just so tired and stressed, Rand." She bowed her head to avoid his eyes, her messy blonde hair falling across her face to hide the beautiful features that Randy was admiring. There was a helpless air about her tonight that made his stomach tingle, something that he hadn't felt since highschool.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" he asked softly.

"Not really..I just want to stop thinking about it. But, it's never gone..you know?" Trish stared off into the distance in silence before she opened her mouth once again. "You'd think after everything, that something could just somehow work out..that..for once, things were right.." Randy listened to her every word with genuine interest and growing concern. There was something in her eyes that told him silently she was hurting..but what was bringing her such despair was unknown.

"Nothing ever seems to be right," Randy whispered, hooking his finger under her chin so that she would look up at him. Trish closed her eyes the second he forced her bowed head up once again. She knew that her emotions were raw and visible in her dark orbs..and she didn't want him to know anything of her struggles. She didn't want him to think of her as weak or vulnerable. "Please look at me," he asked gently.

"I can't.." she whispered back, turning her head away.

"Please." Trish swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and slowly brought herself to open her eyes, the first thing she saw being Randy's face. Her heart started pounding uncontrollably against her breast. This wasn't going as planned..she wasn't supposed to be nervous..or..scared. She was supposed to get revenge, not find herself in a situation where his voice made her weak in the knees.

"There..I'm looking at you." Randy lowered his head so that he was level with her, his piercing blue eyes sucking almost every breath from her trembling body.

"I don't look that bad," he smiled, taking one of her hands in his. Trish broke the silence with a soft chuckle, the sight of her smile warming him to the deepest, numbest core of his being. "You look so much more beautiful when you smile.."

"Stop.." she begged softly, closing her eyes once more as if she were somehow hoping he'd disappear.

"Why can't I compliment you, Trish?"

"Because..you shouldn't.." she sighed, looking up into his face. She let go of his hand and shook her head when he attempted to take ahold of it once more, her eyes soft in the evening moon. Randy stared back at her in confusion, the steady beat of her heart now matching the rhythm of his. Trish felt him drawing closer to her..she knew that he wanted to taste her lips..and she wanted him to. Just not this way..not when she was weak. How did she get into this situation? She shouldn't have told him that she was stressed..when the hell would she learn to keep her mouth shut? Trish's mind went completely blank the second she felt Randy's breath on her face, the hot, sweet essence overtaking her free will and shattering it into a million pieces. He placed his hands on the small of her back and pulled her into him, her breasts now pressing into his strong chest firmly. Randy watched her eyes closely, following her hazel orbs as they searched his face desperately. He asked her with his eyes if he could kiss her. Trish took in a sharp breath and nodded her head ever so softly. If he'd happened to blink, he wouldn't have seen her silent reply. Her eyes fluttered shut as the space between them closed and his lips found hers. Randy barely kissed her but Trish found herself trembling as though she had fallen into an ocean of ice water. She was hesitant to react to the innocent touch of his lips but she found it hard not to. Her mouth devoured his sensually the moment she gave in and he tasted like a mix of bitter alcohol and sweet peppermint. Randy's kiss was gentle yet passionate..and Trish found herself wanting more, as if he were giving her some form of immortality with the feel of his mouth upon hers. Her cool fingertips stroked his face as their pace began to quicken, their tongues now softly flicking across each other. Trish ran hers along Randy's bottom lip before plunging forward to wrap around his once again, this time her movement more forceful and demanding. Her lungs were beginning to burn from the lack of oxygen but the last thing she wanted was to let go.

"Oh God," Randy breathed, finally pulling away so that he could gasp for air. He pressed his forehead into Trish's and smiled at her, his long, heavy breaths matching the rise and fall of her own chest. She meekly stared up at him, the current situation finally settling into her brain..shit, she'd fucked up her whole entire plan. He wasn't supposed to make the first move. The Canadian blonde silently cursed herself..no wonder Stacy was so in love with this man..he was incredible. "I'm..sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you so soon.."

"No..it's fine," Trish whispered, her fingertips trailing down to run across Randy's lips. He pressed gentle kisses onto her fingers as he watched her eyes, his blue orbs never once moving away from hers. Trish lowered her eyes before she backed away, glancing down at his watch to check the time. "We really should get back to the others."

"Yeah.." Randy shook his head as if clearing the cobwebs from his mind before they started back towards the club in silence. He tried to avoid staring repeatedly at the beautiful diva beside him..but he found his eyes glued to her face..and he couldn't stop. And although Trish was a tiny bit uncomfortable with his stare, she found herself watching him constantly as well..

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Dave had paced the hallways repeatedly for what seemed like forever before he'd made up his mind to go speak with Amy Dumas, who happened to be the only one present in the hotel that might exactly know where a certain Canadian bombshell was. He hadn't really seen her in the last few days, ever since she'd found out about Angie. Dave flinched at the thought..it wasn't like he had enjoyed it, in fact, while he made love to his wife, all he could think about was Trish. She hadn't given him a chance to talk about it. But, if you happened to know her as well as he did, you'd know that she wasn't one to react rationally to shocking situations. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth at the thought of her..he missed the feeling of her heart racing against him. Dave cleared his throat before pushing off from the wall, ready to begin his search for Amy's room..he had to find out where Trish was..they needed to talk. With long strides and the gentle swaying of his arms, Dave scanned hallway after hallway, until finally stopping in front of the room he'd been searching frantically for. It seemed to take forever for the fiery redhead to answer and when she finally did, she stood in the doorway in a long t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweat pants.

"Dave? Can I help you?" she asked slowly, blinking as if she wasn't sure that she was seeing correctly.

"Actually, yeah, I need to ask you something." Amy motioned for him to come inside, still a little wary as to why he was at her door when they weren't the closest of friends. She silently flopped down on the couch beside the big man, her bright red locks bouncing lazily.

"So, what's up? Everything alright?"

"Well..uh, not exactly..first off, has Trish talked to you about anything regarding me?" Dave sucked in his breath, noting that the gentle beating of his heart had increased to full speed. Amy raised a thin eyebrow in question, her dark eyes scanning his face curiously.

"Elaborate..Trish tells me a lot.."

"Nevermind..just..forget it.." Dave trailed off, running a hand through his short hair. "Do you happen to know where she is tonight?" Amy, who was taking a sip of her diet Pepsi, coughed suddenly as if he had said something offensive or shocking. She slapped her chest repeatedly as she caught her breath, a hand raised in apology to Dave, who sat in surprise.

"Trish? Where is she?" she croaked, her voice hoarse and soft as she repeated the question he had previously asked. "She's..uh..out."

"With who? Stacy's gone and you're here.." Dave blinked at the look on Amy's pretty face.

"She went out with somebody else, you know, just an old friend." The redhead clenched her jaw as she bit down on her lip, hoping with everything that he'd just except the answer and leave. It wasn't really her business to inform Trish's former lover that she was out with someone he couldn't stomach.

"Wait..who is it? Amy?"

"Look, Dave, I'm going to be blunt with you..it's not your business, okay? Trish is just out getting a few drinks. End of discussion."

"I think I deserve to know!" Dave hissed, his fists now balled at his sides as he eyed the redhead in annoyance.

"It's not your business," Amy repeated, staring straight into his face, her head tilted as she studied him in utter defiance.

"Is it another man? For Christ's sake, Amy, please!" Dave searched her features desperately, his chocolate eyes wide with wonder.

"I'm sorry..I can't tell you." His shoulders slouched over as he brushed past the beautiful diva, his eyes now narrowed in anger.

"Thanks for the fucking help..I simply wanted to tell her sorry." With a slam of the door, Dave Batista disappeared from sight, his stomping soon fading back into a peaceful silence. Amy rolled her eyes and simply shrugged her shoulders, falling back down onto the couch to continue watching the television.

"Dave, Dave, Dave..if you only knew," she snorted, reaching for the remote as she shook her head, her mind wandering as she questioned exactly what Trish was up to with Randy Orton.

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John wasn't sure how long he'd been watching the ceiling but the one thing he knew, was that if Stacy didn't come back soon and work things out with him, he was going to scream. He hated fighting with her..he'd leave in a huff of anger, only to want to turn back the second after and pull her up against him and kiss her..tell her everything was alright, that nothing mattered but her being with him. He leaned back against the pillows he had propped up behind him and attempted to focus on the music he had blaring into his ears, only to be interrupted by the sound of a closing door. John didn't have to look to his right to know that Stacy had entered. She paused at the end of the bed and studied him over a few times before making her way towards the side where he was laying and sitting herself down beside him, propping her arms comfortably on his stomach. Stacy reached forward and snatched the headphones off his ears, making sure she'd stopped the CD player before tossing it carelessly to the side. John stared down at her in surprise, his soft blue eyes studying the look of distress on her beautiful face.

"Can we talk?" she whispered, her lips pursed as she meekly looked up at him. John pulled himself to a sitting position, allowing Stacy to crawl over him to her side of the bed.

"I guess," he shrugged, not wanting to be the first one to apologize. Stacy twirled her finger around a strand of rebellious hair, her eyes still firmly watching John's face as if she expected him to lash out at any second.

"I..am so sorry.." Stacy cried, leaning forward to bury her face into John's sweatshirt, all the while taking in his scent..which brought a sense of security to her trembling body. He relaxed against her and wrapped his strong arms around her, letting her cry silently into his chest.

"Stace..why are you sorry? You didn't do anything.."

"Yes, I did! I opened my big mouth and told you that I wasn't sure how I felt about you..I shouldn't have said anything." John let out a soft, reassuring chuckle as he forced her head up towards his, stopping an inch from his lips so that he could stare into her hazel eyes.

"Baby, listen to me..I understand. You've been through hell with Orton this last year and I feel where you're comin' from..I just get scared when you act like he still means somethin' to ya.." John ran his fingers through her soft, blonde locks, still watching her eyes as she wiped at her tears.

"I'm scared of us..I'm scared of you," Stacy admitted, running her hands under John's shirt so that she could caress his warm chest.

"Why?" he whispered, taking her wrists captive as he pinned them against the bed, crawling on top of her so that he was rested between her legs, which caused her to tense up under him.

"There's a fine example," she sighed, searching his eyes frantically. John proceeded to move away slowly, only to have Stacy force him back down onto her, her hazel orbs wide with emotion, almost a far away look that John couldn't read. "I never said I wanted you to move.." she whispered, leaning up to take his bottom lip into her mouth, her hungry tongue sneaking up to play with the soft flesh in between her lips. John squeezed her wrists for support as he attempted to stifle a gentle groan, only to crumble in her hands. Stacy rubbed at the back of his neck, her lips now covering his in a swift movement that sent shivers down his spine. John pressed into her and began slightly grinding himself against the intimate area between her legs, instantly becoming painfully hard at the sensations that took over his senses. Stacy felt his large erection regardless of the layers of fabric in between them and began to tense up once again, jerking her head back so that she gave freedom to John's lips.

"Stace?"

"I..am scared because of all the feelings you bring up in me. I've never, ever given into someone like this," she whispered, her hands fumbling with the overly large sweatshirt that was blocking her from the hot, firm skin she wanted to caress.

"Don't be scared." He pulled himself out of his jersey to allow her steady fingertips to touch on his chest. She ran her nails across his abs slowly, smiling softly at the feel of him tremble above her. She didn't want foreplay, she just wanted raw sex..raw lust.

"I don't want to toy with you..I just want to feel you inside of me," Stacy breathed. John stared down at the beautiful blonde that lay under him, her legs spread open and her eyes wide with desire. He swallowed, praying that somehow she wouldn't catch the glimpse of disappointment in his crystal eyes. For one night, he wanted to touch her tenderly, he wanted to pretend that she was soaking in all the feelings because she loved him..not because of sexual reasons only. But, he would take her anyway that he could..even if it meant he was just her toy.

"Alright.." he whispered, bowing his head. Stacy guided his hand as he reached under her miniskirt to remove her thong, helping him pull it down her long, almost never ending legs. John stared down at her as she continued to guide him back under her skirt once again..he watched her eyes, never looking anywhere but straight into her hazel orbs. "Show me how you want to be touched.." Stacy ran his hand along her inner thigh before helping him dip two fingers into her opening.

"Pump in and out slowly," she breathed, her hands now gripping onto his forearm to continue guiding him as he followed her instruction. Her neck rolled side to side in silent pleasure, not a sound escaping her parted lips. John bit down on his lip as he studied the sight of the woman he loved underneath him, her hips bucking softly against his hand, the wetness from deep within her now seeping out onto his fist. Stacy swallowed sharply before opening her eyes once again, a soft nod sent up to the man staring down at her. "Sink into me now.." She helped him undo his jeans, her fingers shaking softly as she fumbled with his zipper. John let his pants slide down around his ankles as he positioned himself for entrance into her core. She rested her head against his arms as he entered her slowly, closing her eyes to savor the feeling of his large manhood sinking into her tight walls. The familiar burning sensation followed as he went deeper and deeper but Stacy welcomed the pain..it felt so good. "Harder," she demanded, wrapping her legs around his hips to force him all the way in. John buried his face into her neck and began to pump himself in and out quickly, met by the sounds of Stacy's approving moans and incoherent babble. He found her rambles of pleasure absolutely adorable..she'd whisper things into his ear that he couldn't make out but it made his chest tingle with warmth. The leggy diva bucked wildly against him, bouncing on him roughly, forcing his manhood deep then pulling it out, only to force it back in once more. Stacy thrashed under him as if having a seizure, digging her nails into his back, ripping and tearing at the tender skin. John held back groans of both ecstacy and agony at the deep cuts she left in his skin, the crimson blood seeping out of the wounds to soak her hands in the sticky substance. Regardless of the pain, John kept pumping into her core, his eyes rolled back into his head at the sensations running through his body.

"You like that, baby?" he breathed, sneaking his tongue behind her ear.

"Yeahhh," Stacy moaned, digging her nails back down into the deep wounds on his back subconsciously. John groaned in agony, biting down on the side of her neck with all his might. "Oh God," she screamed, ripping at his back, this time it being her own blood that began to seep out of a wound. The taste of the crimson liquid caused something to snap inside of the Massachusetts native..he wanted to hurt her..he wanted her to scream out his name, beg him to stop. John sunk his teeth into her shoulder and pumped into her without mercy, pure satisfaction at her moans of pain that rang into his ears.

"Hurts, doesn't it, baby?" John groaned, droplets of sweat pouring down onto the diva that was still thrashing underneath him.

"You are..going to..kill me." Stacy ran her hands down the strong arms that held John up, his blood spread across his muscles and down his chest, which was now subject to her caress. He struggled for oxygen as he still slammed into her tight walls..he was nearing his peak. He could feel himself about to orgasm..he also knew that Stacy was nearing her end as well. Their movement began to speed up temporarily. John felt as if he was about to reach the highest peak of pleasure. And, seconds later, he released his hot seed deep inside of her and collapsed onto her body, not aware of the subsiding moans that were still emerging from Stacy. His orgasm had been unlike anything he'd ever felt..and from the wide grin on the beautiful face of the leggy blonde, she shared his feeling. "That was..incredible, John.." she whispered, running her hands through his damp, sweaty hair. He snuggled his face against her breasts and listened to the pounding of their hearts, a pained expression on his handsome face.

"Absolutely," he breathed, sliding his hands down her curves as he rolled back into his spot. Stacy turned on her side and touched his face, her eyes sparkling in the soft light. He looked so beautiful when he was exhausted from a powerful orgasm, sweat still shimmering all over his body as he layed beside her, his chest rising and falling as he gasped for air. John was perfect..yet she still found herself scared of what she was feeling..and it wasn't just lust anymore. Stacy rested a hand on her heart, the steady pounding almost a sweet lullaby to the blonde diva..it was these moments with John, just laying in silence after making love, that were worth living for. It was the calm after the storm that made her realize..that he meant the world to her.

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Trish stared at Amy as she recalled her conversation with Dave Batista for the fifth time, a look of boredom on her pretty face. She'd heard this story for what seemed like a billion times and she could probably recite it start to finish. The fiery redhead's voice finally subsided into silence, her dark eyes narrowed in what appeared to be question.

"What?" Trish asked, tugging at her platinum hair as she pulled it into a messy ponytail.

"You haven't been listening to a word I've been saying," Amy sighed, shaking her head slowly as she took a sip of the ice water that sat before her.

"And you expect me to? You only told me this story like a trillion times." Trish picked at the trash that had been tossed across the table from their random chocolate eating spree, placing it all into a neat pile so that she could dispose of it when they left.

"And you are showing a lot of concern for Dave..you were madly in love with this guy like a week ago. Feelings like that don't just suddenly evaporate, though I'm beginning to believe so with the way you're acting.."

"Oh my God, Amy! What do you want me to do? Sit here and drown in the misery of not being with Dave? News flash, I have a life," Trish argued, gathering up the remaining trash and adding it to the pile.

"So, what are you saying? You don't care about him anymore?" Amy asked slowly. She played with a few strands of her red hair, scanning the small cafeteria. For some reason, she was looking for a certain brunette..who didn't happen to be Dave Batista.

"I never said that. I'm simply not focusing on him at this point..I'll wait until he comes to me and just what the hell are you staring at!" Trish hissed, turning in her seat to attempt to find the thing that had Amy's undivided attention. The Canadian diva's anger suddenly melted away at the sight of Randy Orton, who was engaged in a conversation with the much shorter Rey Mysterio, who was now laughing at something he had said.

"Randy. Speaking of which.." Amy trailed off, kicking Trish under the table so that she would once again switch her attention to her. "..how was last night?"

"It was.." Trish stared down at her lap, hoping to conceal the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. "..alright." Amy snorted aloud, tossing her purse onto the table so that she could check her cellphone.

"Yeah, okay..alright..explains why you look like a little schoolgirl who's just been kissed for the first time."

"Amy! You're a twisted person..must you always assume something like that?" Trish huffed, running her slim fingers through her ponytail.

"Yes. Especially when I know my best friend all too well..and she doesn't smile like a schoolgirl when she's just been hanging out with an old friend. She smiles like that when she has a crush on.."

"Shut up! I do not have a crush on Randy." Amy smirked, gathering up her things and standing up, checking her cell for the time, aware that they both had to get ready for tonight's house show.

"Whatever you say, Trishy." The fiery redhead turned on her heel and began to push through the crowd of fellow Superstars, leaving an angry Trish Stratus still seated at the table, her fists balled at her sides.

"I don't!" She shouted after Amy, who laughed aloud, shaking her head. Trish grabbed all her things and pushed off from the table, forgetting all the trash she'd been planning on throwing away. She couldn't let her friend get away with accusing her of crushing on Randy..although, just the thought of him made tingles arise between her legs and made her heart begin to race. Trish stopped in front of Amy, who stood waiting for her in front of the Women's locker room. "I don't have a thing for Randy."

"Then why are you so obsessed with telling me that you don't? The Trish I know wouldn't give a shit what I thought, as long as she knew deep down that I was wrong.." Amy shook her head and flashed the blonde diva an innocent smile before disappearing behind the large metal door, leaving Trish out in the hallway, her mouth open in protest.

"I don't have a crush on Randy," she told herself softly. And as much as she wanted to believe it, something deep down told her to stop lying to herself..