Title: Slow Like Honey
Series: Steffie's Slow Seduction
Rating: R (Cz Steffie cant stop writing sex, sad aint it :-P)
Pairing: Lillian Garcia? I love cliffhangers, don't you?
Summary: Somethings need to be done slow, like honey.
Disclaimer: I am living on my own. Don't sue me cz you cant have any
of my cool stuff!

Lillian Garcia slightly groaned, an action she immediately regretted as the pain surged through her throat. It had been 4 days now, and she still hadn't recovered from her sore throat. Not that anybody could really do anything about it, but it still bothered her. It had
been Wrestlemania 4 nights prior and she sang and announced her voice away. Literally AWAY. But she did her job, and was proud of the way she preformed her duties. She was at least grateful that she wasn't anywhere near the amount of the pain that JR was in. The poor guy, didn't even have enough voice left in him to announce the last match. But then again, JR gladly and free willingly gave himself up for that torture.

She sighed, pouring herself another cup of Lipton Tea. After 2 spoonfuls of sugar she reached in the cabinet for a pot of honey. Honey had turned into her best remedy, not to mention life saver, or should she say voice saver for the past 4 years. It may not be
bringing back her voice at the moment, but it soothed the burning in her throat, and for that she would gladly stick to her chosen remedy.

A contented sigh left her after the first gulp of tea. No matter how much pain she was in, Lipton Tea always managed to make her feel so much better.

"Now I wonder, is that happy look on your face for me or for that cup of a tea?" a voice curiously asked. Lillian looked up, and if it wasn't for her current throat problem, she would have chuckled. Instead she gave him an amused look. "Honestly, for the tea. But if
you want me to lie I'll say it is for you," she smartly replied. "Ah, cheating on me with a cup of tea again, now are we? Lillian, we talked about this. The tea isn't going to love you
back," he calmly replied, placing the bags he was holding on the kitchen counter.

She smiled again, absolutely loving it when he played a game of words with her. He wasn't usually so playful, not to anybody else at least. It was something that only she was allowed to experience, that playful side of him. "You are just jealous that the tea is in
my mouth, and not parts of you," she teased back in a matter-of-factly tone. He gave her a fake un-amused look. "Your point?" he asked. She tried hard not to chuckle at that and he realized it, and decided to stop so she wouldn't hurt herself.

"Feeling any better today?" he asked after placing a quick kiss on her temple. She nodded and jumped up on the kitchen counter,continuing to watch him unpack the groceries while she sipped on her tea. "I can breathe without my throat burning now," she said in a
still hoarse voice. "That's good," he stated. She smiled again as she watched him. They had been dating for over a year now, and he still managed to amaze her at his actions. On TV he played a big, brute man, not at all the soft, funny and domesticated man she saw
in front of her.

"I take it I have the honey to thank for you feeling better," he said. "Yup, soothes very much," she said, taking a big gulp from her cup. He reached for the pot of honey and walked over to her, a smile on his face. "Well in that case," he began, situating himself
between her legs. "We are just gonna have to feed you some more honey," he softly said, pouring some honey into her cup. "Because the sooner you get better, the sooner I can replace that what is in your mouth," he whispered before capturing her lips in a sweet soft
kiss.

She hummed in approval at the feeling of his lips and wrapped her legs around his waist, as if to let him know that she didn't want him to stop. He kissed her for long moments, but made sure to keep his kisses soft, non invasive. She hummed again, and placed her cup on the counter and then wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. "I think I like you better in my mouth then the honeyed tea," she whispered against his lips when they pulled apart. He smirked and kissed her chin softly before pulling himself slightly back, but still had her in his arms as he held her hips.

"Well, just cheat on me with that tea as long as you need to, and THEN we can have our fun," he stated, giving her lips another soft kiss. Though he only intended on giving her a peck, she had other intentions and pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his neck
and kissing him with more energy, her tongue dared enter his mouth. He pulled back at the feeling and smiled, shaking his head.

"Not so fast pretty girl, I don't want to make things worse," he said, causing her to pout. "Fine, Fine, the cheating with the tea shall continue," she softly whined. He chuckled and kissed her temple before releasing himself from her hold and heading to the fridge. Lillian continued to pout. Not that she could blame him, she absolutely loved it that kept her well being first, but this was the first time in a very long time that they had a few days off, and she would much rather be doing "other" things then nursing a so called injury.
She was too lost in thought to realize that he had been watching her, a look of sympathy crossing his handsome features. They were at his house and he would find a way to entertain her.

"Come on pretty girl, I have a surprise for you," he said as he pulled her by her hand. She hopped off the counter without a word, but with a look of confusion. "Baby, where are we going?" she hoarsely asked when to her surprise he led her to the basement. She
had never been in the basement before, but she always assumed that that was where he had his own little gym. He spent a lot of time there, and whenever he came out he was always sweaty. So it could only be a gym right?

Right……..

A surprised look crossed Lillian's features when she realized that it was in fact not a gym, far from it. Over in the corner there was a big leather couch and a TV, book shelves packed with books. A huge fish tank was on the other side, and over in the one corner was something that she never thought she would see in possession of theone, the only, Dave Batista.

"Pottery," he began, leading her to the odd looking contraption, "is a very fond hobby of mine," he concluded. A surprised gasp left Lillian's throat when he confirmed what she thought she was seeing. "Well, you really are full of surprises honey," she whispered. Dave chuckled as well, still feeling slightly embarrassed by his secret hobby. "Wanna give it a try?" he asked. Lillian smiled, nodding her head as she bit her lower lip.

"How long have you been doing this?" she asked as she sat down. "15 years. My mom did it for a living and I just fell into it," Dave replied. He positioned himself behind her, spreading his legs to get closer to her. "It's very simple," he started. He took both of her
hands and dipped them in the bucket of water that lay on the left side of him. "With wet hands, just try to form a pot out of this block of clay," he softly spoke into her ear. Turning on the wheel, the block started spinning. Taking both of her hands in his, he placed her hands on the clay, guiding her to make a "pot".

"Sounds simple enough," she replied. A little huff escaped her soar throat when she poked too hard and the top of the block came tumbling down. Dave chuckled, placing his chin atop her shoulder.

"Think how you want it to look, and then try to form it. Don't press too hard, just be gentle, its soft clay," he whispered into her ear. His breath on her sensitive earlobe sent small shivers up her spin, although Dave didn't realize it………………YET. "I think I got it," she said after a few minutes. Dave chuckled once more, her pot really coming to form. "If you want to add little rims, use your nails, but very lightly," he continued to instruct. His hands left hers and he washed his hands in the little bucket, letting her take over.

"How's this?" she asked. Dave smiled, looking at her pot. "Very nice,' he whispered, before leaving a few pecks on her bare neck. Lillian sighed, but kept her hands on her so called pot. "Add some detailing," he ordered. Lillian nodded and tried to make a design
with her nails. Dave placed his hands on her thighs, slowly hiking her dress up. The strap of her spaghetti dress fell and left her shoulder bare, giving Dave more kissable skin. "Take your time, detailing requires patience," he whispered, nibbling on her earlobe.
She let out a shaky breath and nodded, trying to multi task.

Dave's hands went up higher, stroking her inner thighs. She was still going pressing too hard and Dave could tell that the pot was going to crumble. "Slow it down baby, just ease into it," he ordered again. He followed by fully attaching his lips to her neck, sucking
softly over her pulse point. "Take your time baby, this has to be slow, slow like honey," he whispered. His hands left her thighs and made their way up, cupping her breasts over her very thin dress. He continued his torturous caressing and she finished her pot, with
much effort.

"Not bad," he chuckled. Lillian quickly washed her hands in the bucket and leaned back, her back resting nicely on his chest. "I had a good teacher," she hoarsely whispered back. Dave reattached his lips to her neck and she took his hands in hers and placed them on
her stomach and guided them lower, and lower until her reached
her…..oh.

"Now its time for your hands to slowly detail me," she half whispered, half pleaded. Dave softly groaned, loving the feeling of tightness that his fingers were feeling as he entered her. "Take your time honey," she whispered back. Her body started to move, slowly and softly riding his fingers. Dave abruptly stopped and got up and swooped Lillian in his arms.

"I would rather do other things….slow like honey," he whispered before taking her lips captive, leading her to the leather couch on the other side of the room.

Next up: Trish/Bubba Ray Dudley…….. (Yes, you read right)