Authors Note : Ok, I've found that awesome creative groove, so much so that my typing can't keep up with my brain. I hope you guys, as ever, like what I'm writing. Reviewing is really important to me, please do it lol! It's because I need to know if you guys like what I'm doing or not. I'm really conscious of what you guys make of what I'm writing. Fore warning - there is sexual content in this chapter. As ever, I own nothing in this story.
Trish inhaled, taking in the warm summer scent of jasmine. Gentle pink blossoms erupted into a display of beauty on a green trellis, styled into an arch-like entrance for an out door restaurant. The smell was intoxicating and light, bringing a sweet smile to Trish's pink lips, to which she directed at Randy. He returned the heartfelt smile, reaching out a hand and plucking one of the delicate flowers from the bush. Gently, he slid the stalk of the flower into the golden mane of Trish's hair, leaving the bloom on the side to compliment her glowing face.
Trish giggled, tightening her grip on Randy's hand. They had been walking for almost half an hour, hand in hand, through the fairly quiet beach side town. They had kept to the outskirts as far as possible, relishing in the caressing warm evening breeze. They hadn't said all that much to one another, but it didn't make the moment any less beautiful. Trish had learned fairly soon into their relationship that just being with Randy, walking with him, was worth more than heart-to-heart conversations with most men.
His brooding, strong silence was one of the things Trish loved about him. How he could walk in silence, like now, but turn and give her a single look with those ocean-blue eyes, and say things with just a glance that made Trish feel weak at the knees, sending her blood racing around her body. As if picking up on her thoughts, Randy glanced over to Trish, an amused look in his gaze. Trish held the look, before bursting into a sing-song laugh.
"I've missed you." Came Randy's deep voice.
"I've missed you," Trish replied smiling, turning into a sweet kiss with her boyfriend. Holding his body close, she raised her head to whisper into his ear, "so don't leave me again okay?"
"Never." Randy returned the whisper, softly caressing Trish's back. Gently releasing their grip, Trish once again fell into step with her boyfriend.
"And not that I'm not ecstatic to see you…but how are you here? Didn't you have that European Press thing for another four weeks?" Trish wondered.
"I did," Randy admitted, "but I got someone to cover for me. I figured I'd rather spend some time with my girl."
"How did you find me anyways?" Trish was curious as to how Randy had happened to be in the exact restaurant where she was with her friends.
"I wanted to surprise you, so I called John to find out where you were staying. I was gonna come and surprise you in bed this morning, but you didn't pick up your cell. So Lisa and I came up with the surprise. Guess you were fast asleep huh?" Randy grinned at Trish, who returned the smile with a sheepish grin.
"I was dreaming about you." Was her honest response, causing Randy's heart to swell with emotion.
Randy's smile was that of a man in love. In the 8 months he and Trish had been together, he had fallen so hard in love with this tiny blonde that he sometimes had to remind himself this was real and wasn't a dream. Trish was the perfect woman to him. Beautiful, sexy as hell, but intelligent and independent. Trish's inner strength was one of the most attractive qualities for Randy. She wasn't clingy like other girls, or lacking in trust in him. She was tough and a hell of a fighter, which she had proven time and again in the ring.
But when the cameras were off, when they were alone, she was his sweet little Trisha, with the biggest heart Randy had ever known in a person. Loving and terribly loyal, Randy could very easily see himself spending the rest of his life with her. Although he'd never admit it, he often thought about growing old with Trish, and the kids that they'd have.
Randy loved her, and she brought something out in him that no-one else ever had. Emotions aside, in many ways Trish was good for Randy.
Reaching the entrance to the beach front Hotel where Trish was staying, Randy took Trish's hand as he followed her into the entrance lobby. Retrieving her room key fro the desk clerk, Trish made her way towards the elevator.
"How did Vince take it?" Trish enquired, amazed Vince had been so easy to pacify.
"You mean when I straight-forwardly marched up to him and told him I wanted to be with you instead of with him in Europe? Not so well." Randy chuckled, remembering the beetroot red colour the Chairman had turned when he had told him.
"You in trouble baby?" Trish's nose scrunched up when she was concerned. Unable to resist, Randy bent his head forward, planting a soft kiss on it.
"Nothing I can't handle," Randy lied. He knew there was going to be repercussions to his actions, but he didn't see the point in worrying Trish with it just yet. Deciding to change the subject, Randy continued, "So tell me, what have you been up to since I've been gone?"
"Well, missing you was a major activity," Trish began, "Moping and locking myself in my hotel room too. And there's the usual shit. Defending my title, kicking Maria's ass in a bra-and-panties 'Paddle on the Pole' match."
"I saw that. How come I've never seen those hot little panties before?" Randy licked his lips at the memory of the undergarments.
"They were a present for you. I was gonna show them to you after the show at the 'Garden', but you were called to Luxemburg remember?" Trish remembered the incident well as she pushed the button to call the elevator carriage. She and Randy had planned to meet up in New York, but Randy had got called away again, leaving Trish to sloth around in another hotel room.
"Shit. Yeah, I remember," Randy admitted, feeling more than a little guilty at being reminded how he bailed out on his girlfriend, "but I don't think they would have been my size anyhow."
Giggling, Trish playfully slapped his arm.
"So…do I have to ask how long you're here for?" Trish ventured, hearing the own foreboding in her own voice. The last thing she wanted was to get used to having Randy close again when he could potentially only be with her for a matter of hours.
Sensing the nerves in Trish, Randy slung his arm around her shoulders, kissing the top of her head as the doors opened before them to enter the carriage.
"I'll be here for as long as you can stand me, baby girl." Randy grinned that infamous grin.
"Sounds like a challenge. You think you're up for it?" Trish giggled, her eyes glinting with mischief as she pushed the button for the correct floor. Her expression told Randy exactly what she wanted.
"Baby, I'm the Legend Killer. You know I'm an all-nighter guy. You think you can keep up the pace?" Randy counter-challenged, seductively licking his bottom lip.
Trish stopped mid stride, stepping in front of Randy, her hands resting on his waist. Tilting her head upwards, her lips were mere inches away from Randy's, who in turn had lowered himself to taste her.
"I'm Trish fucking Stratus baby. You know I can take you. I just wouldn't want to put you back on the injured list when I do it. If we're gonna go, we're gonna go full throttle." Trish purposely giggled, causing Randy to feel an intense burning sensation through his entire body. Gripping her waist, he move his mouth next to her ear, gently nipping at the soft flesh as he spoke.
"Fucking bring it baby girl."
His voice was a deep, predatory growl. In made Trish shiver in excitement. She knew there was nothing Randy would rather do than have his way with her, right here and now, something she would gladly go for.
Locking into intense eye contact with Randy, Trish's eyes flickered with a unbridled desire. If there was one thing that could be said about Trish, it was that she always rose to a challenge.
Trish slowly lowered herself towards her knees, licking her lips as she did so. Gently reaching her hands up, she slowly began to unbuckle the belt around Randy's waist.
"Trisha…baby…what are you doing?" Randy's voice as amused as it was intrigued.
She wouldn't…in an elevator?
With the belt loosened and undone, Trish made short work of the button holding the denim jeans together. Trish softly kissed the expanse of flesh that Randy's opened jeans revealed, as her hands roamed up and down his muscular thighs.
Very aware that she was teasing Randy, Trish slowly unzipped his jeans, exposing the rapidly growing bulge they were containing. All that was between Trish's mouth and Randy's hardness was the thin sheet of his boxer briefs.
In one smooth moment, Trish lowered Randy's underwear so that they were resting midway down his thighs, letting his erection to stand proud away from his hips.
Making sure she had Randy's undivided attention, Trish lent her head forward, brushing her tongue across the tops of his thighs, before gently kissing at the soft globes of flesh hanging below his shaft. Randy groaned softly at the feel of Trish mouth, fighting to form words.
"Baby…we're in an elevator…" Randy attempted. As much as he wanted this, and he was excited by it, he wasn't crazy about the idea of getting caught in a public place.
Trish only giggled, before tracing her tongue from the base of Randy's erection to the very tip. Throwing caution to the wind, Randy groaned louder, having to grip the brass hand-rail behind him to keep his balance.
Trish continued to lick the hard shaft, using her hand to grip the base, making gentle stroking actions as she focused her lips on the head, softly sucking it between her plump pink lips. Randy's eyes fluttered closed at the sensations Trish was sending through his body, as Trish began pumping harder with her hand, eliciting long guttural moans from the Legend Killer.
Fighting to regain his breath, Randy caught Trish's delicious smile, before she slid his entire length into her burning mouth. The moan escaping his lips sounded almost feral, his head flopping back uncontrollably as Trish deep throated him expertly, continuing the stroking motion at the base whilst her free hands cupped at his balls, teasing them between her thumb and fore finger.
Maybe it was Trish's undeniable skill….maybe it was the excitement of being caught…maybe it was the fact Randy hadn't been with Trish in six weeks, but he could already feel the explosion burning in the pit of his stomach.
Hearing her boyfriend's breath coming in even shorter gasps, Trish worked her tongue harder, feeling Randy's entire body shudder uncontrollably as it became hit by waves of undiluted pleasure.
"Trish…gonna…I'm gonna…"
Randy leaned his head forward, trying to get Trish's attention. The sensations rolling around his body meant he had no control over himself, and this was the only warning Trish would get if she didn't want to taste everything Randy had to offer.
The blonde Canadian simply re-doubled her efforts, placing one had firmly on Randy's stomach, suggesting for him to just lean back and enjoy the moment, which he did.
Randy's entire body tensed for single second, feeling the blissful pleasure wash over him. A shudder travelled the length of his body as he came with unbelievable force, causing his hips to arch forward, releasing into Trish's mouth. Trish gently continued the deep throating motions, draining every last drop Randy had to offer, which Orton found the biggest turn on imaginable. With his breaths coming in a steadier pattern, Trish felt her boyfriend's hand on her head, running his fingers through her blonde locks.
Giving one final kiss to the tip, Trish made a show of getting off of her knees, rolling herself back up to her full height, her chest heaving slightly, as Randy stared hazy eyed at her. Randy knew that she loved him, but it took something special for a girl to do what Trish had just done.
Still amazed at his girlfriend, he could only watch as Trish slowly traced her finger across her bottom lip, before dipping it into her mouth. Panting, Randy made no effort to cover himself up as he gazed at Trish.
"Fuck…" was all Randy could manage.
"I know." Trish giggled.
As if on queue, the elevator shuddered to a halt, the doors opening with a distinct 'ping' noise. Shocked back to his senses, Randy hurriedly covered himself up, but was saved by the fact that they had simply reached the floor of Trish's room, with no gawping spectators there to get a view of the Legend Killer in all his glory. Sauntering out of the lift, Trish made sure her hips were winding seductively as Randy became captivated by her curved butt cheeks.
Chasing her out of the elevator, Randy gripped her around the waist, pulling her body close to him. Kissing the length of her neck, Randy smiled as he spoke.
"That was awesome."
"Still think you can take me?" Trish grinned.
"You fucking wait baby. I'm gonna getcha good." Came his throaty whisper in her ear. Grabbing his hand in hers, Trish led him towards her room.
Following willingly, Randy couldn't wait for round two to begin.
