Authors Note: Now my dear Jhanelle, where's the fun in Randy and Trish being happy together? I mean really, a little bit of angst and falling out always makes the story for me, as I'm very cynical and don't believe the 'happily ever after' stuff. Realism works better for me. Love isn't easy, and sometimes it's just not enough to keep two people together y'know? But I do appreciate your view point, so thanks for the review.
cenasgrl - thank you for the honesty. Are you not confident in my writing, or what I've chosen to do with Randy and Trish? Let me know?
Guys, I love the fact you feel so passionate in what I've written so far, and as I love you all for taking your time to review, I feel I should give you a little clue as to where I'm going with this story. If you think their little club moment was bad, you're really not going to like where the story goes. It's gonna get dark...and it may not get better. I'm really going to push Randy and Trish to the limit with this one, from lots of different sources, so fair warning before we get any deeper.
It could turn out that they just don't stay together. Yes, I'd love them to be together, but what I want doesn't matter. I go on what's right for the character, if that makes sense?
I hope you guys understand where I'm coming from and stick with the story. And as a few of you wanted another chapter today, I can only oblige the request, so here's an update for you all. Hope you enjoy. As ever, I don't anyone and PLEASE keep reviewing :)
"I am never drinking again."
Randy felt repulsed at the sound of his own voice. It was raspy, grating at his own ear drums as it escaped his painfully tight lips. Desperate for moisture, he slid out his tongue, which felt like a mixture between sandpaper and a dry solid sponge. Suffice to say, there was no spittle involved. Groaning, he became aware of the aching thud pounding away at his temples, the ache of tensed muscles gnawing away at this neck. Wanting some kind of respite from the pain, he rolled over from his back to his front, slinging is arm out to reach Trish. Just her warm body would be enough, snuggling next to his, to help him focus on something other than the throbbing.
All he got was emptiness. His extended hand patted at the area of the bed where Trish should have been. All he got was a hollow space, filled with half a tangled duvet. Struggling to sit up, Randy searched around the room, his cloudy blue eyes reluctantly becoming accustomed to the light.
Noticing her bag was packed and standing ready next to the door, he guessed she was all ready up and awake somewhere. Randy found it funny, that the life of a WWE employee seemed to be conducted in a series of hotel rooms and sold out arenas. Although he would only frequent those most expensive of said hotel rooms, none of them felt truly comfortable to Randy.
There were times when he really longed for his sweet little house in Missouri, the one where he could escape to. To be able to lounge around in sweat pants and old tee-shirts, catching a game with his Dad, hanging out with his little sister, or to just be with Trish. Just the two of them. Away from the world in their own private seclusion. It sounded like heaven right about now.
Randy's thoughts were broken up by the arrival of Trish, who stepped into the room from the bathroom, dressed in tight fitting, boot cut leather pants and a white 'Stratusfaction' baby-tee with cut off royal blue sleeves. Squatting down to replace something in her suitcase, Randy was given a tantalising view of Trish's lower back, the creamy part of the flesh that rested just above the curve of her beautiful ass. Gently sitting up, resting his hands behind his head as a cushion, Randy could feel the moisture he so readily craved filling his mouth all at once as he took in the sight.
"Good morning sunshine." He grinned.
"The living dead awakens." Trish snorted, not turning around as she moved towards the dresser.
"I am a little rough," Randy chuckled, "you think maybe you could get me some aspirin baby?"
Without any warning, Trish tossed the medicine bottle filled with the tiny white pills over her shoulder, which landed on Randy's stomach. Dropping his mouth open, he barely had the chance to register the pills arrival as he felt the thud of a bottle of water on his head. Groaning at the increased pain in his skull, Randy massaged his temples.
"Thank you?" he ventured.
"Sure thing." Came the stony response.
Trish still didn't look at Randy as she crossed the room past the bed towards the cupboard in the far corner of the room. Opening it, she pulled down the duffle bag off the top shelf, dropping it the floor before her. Dropping to her knees, Trish dipped her head, not making any eye contact with Randy at all. She simply unzipped the bag and re-sorted the items contained inside.
"Do I get to know why I'm getting the silent treatment, or do I have to figure it out?" Randy asked, sipping at the water bottle as he swallowed two of the bitter pills.
"What are you talking about?" Trish answered, her voice devoid of any real emotion.
"Trisha…" Randy whined, giving his best puppy dogs possible with his headache.
"What?" She looked up to lock eyes with Randy, sounding exasperated.
With Orton pouting at Trish, she found his little bottom lip too adorable. Rolling her eyes, she stood back up, resting her hands on her hips.
"Quit pouting Randy." Trish sighed, not wanting to be taken in by the look she knew she could never stay mad with.
"But you're upset." Randy mumbled, speaking through his pout as though he had some kind of slur.
"No I am not." She grunted, kicking a shirt off her foot to the side, doing her best to avoid eye contact.
"Baby girl, I can tell when you're mad believe it or not." Randy stated, allowing a smile to touch the corners of his mouth.
"Can you?" Trish chuckled, sounding a little more bitter than she had originally intended.
"Well…I would like to say its because I'm an empathic kinda guy. But the truth is you suck at hiding your emotions. Never play poker with me baby girl, I'd beat your ass." Randy grinned even further.
"Sure you would." Trish turned her back on Randy, resuming to stuff things around in the duffle bag.
"Come over here baby." Randy slowly slid to the edge of the bed, patting the space between his open thighs.
"I'm busy." Her voice was defiant, flaring up a spark of anger in Randy.
"Trisha…get your sweet ass over here now." His words were commanding and forceful, but falling short of threatening. Trish knew better than to push her luck, so begrudgingly stumbled across the room, making sure she never made eye contact. Standing next to the bed, she turned her back on him as she sat down, making sure she was resting on the absolute edge, as far away from him as possible.
Randy reached out his strong arms, scooting himself so her back was completely against his front. Gently, he tickled his hands up and down the length of her exposed arms, before wrapping her into a tight embrace. Leaning his head forward, he left soft, sensual kisses along her neck, causing Trish's body to stiffen.
"Tell me what's wrong." Randy's tone was slightly pleading, but seductive enough to break down all her defences
Sagging her shoulders, Trish couldn't bare the sound of her own whining voice. "It's just…last night…I really wanted you to come home with me, that's all."
"Why didn't you say so?" Randy enquired, slightly amused at her reason. He distinctly remembering, though his memories were fuzzy, that he had asked if it was okay for him to stay out with the others.
"Because…" Trish moaned.
"Because? That's an answer?" Randy sniggered, slowly rubbing his palms over Trish's waist and down over her thighs, whilst slowly licking at her neck, tracing her pulsing vein with his tongue.
"I just didn't want to look as pathetic as I sound now. You wanted to stay. It was cool" Now Trish was really whining, and she knew it, especially as Randy laughed at her admission.
"Baby…I would have come home, you only had to say. You only ever have to say and you know I will do anything for you." Randy purred, kissing her ear gently.
"I know that. I just didn't want to seem possessive and shit." Trish sighed, placing her palms on Randy's muscular thighs, tracing the pads of her fingers over the contours of his legs.
"So why are you mad at me?" Randy enquired.
"I'm not mad Randy. I just wanted you to come with me that's all, and you chose to stay there. I haven't seen you for six weeks, and it just felt like…" Trish trailed off, really not wanting to be open and honest with him right now, even though the words were tumbling over her lips far too easily.
"Like…" Randy prodded, not letting Trish drop the subject.
"…like you'd rather spend time with everyone else than me. Like that new girl, Lana. You said you met her in Europe, so she's been with you for the past six weeks, and it just seemed you'd rather hang with her and the guys than come home with me. And I haven't seen you in so long…and I just wanted to be with you I guess…" Trish clamped her jaw shut, hanging her head down. She felt really stupid in what she was saying, and wished she had just acted like nothing was wrong this morning, instead of being so childish about things.
So he chose to hang with guys? Get a hold of yourself Trish! He's a grown man and he can hang with whomever he wants! You don't need to act so pathetic about it.
Behind her, Randy relaxed his grip on her body, making Trish's heart plummet to rock bottom.
In reality, Randy was hit by wave of guilt. Stupid selfish idiot! Randy kicked himself for not realising how Trish would react to what he had done.
Of course she would have felt that way. You've been apart for the best part of two months. And then when you get the chance to be together, you chose to hang with everyone else instead of go and be with your girl? Stupid dickhead! Can't you think of anyone other than yourself?
Awful feelings welling in his stomach, Randy tried to speak. "I'm sorry." came the whispered attempt.
"It's fine." Trish sniffed, not wanting to start crying over something so silly.
Reaching his arm up, Randy softly took Trish face in his palm, turning her to face him.
"No. It's not baby. I'm an ass…I'm sorry." His deep blue eyes expressed the heartbreak he was feeling at making her feel so bad. Mentally cursing himself for not being able to find the right words, Randy softly stroked her cheek with his thumb, his expression holding the guilt he felt.
If there was one thing Trish hated more than being hurt, it was seeing Randy hurt. Although he couldn't say it, Trish knew what he was feeling. Tilting her head closer towards him, softly melting her lips against his, just to show it him that it was going to be okay. Randy resisted for a second, feeling even worse that Trish was trying to make him feel better for his own petty mistakes.
The insistency of her lips soon made him give in, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Desperate to be closer, Randy twisted Trish around so that she now straddled his waist. His hands hungrily slid up her back beneath her baby-tee, kneading at the soft flesh.
Their burning mouths tangoed in a searing kiss, with Trish slowly sucking on Randy's bottom lip. The kiss descended slowly into a more sensual momvent as Trish rocked her hips gently. Breaking the kiss, Trish planted several soft kisses on Randy's lips, causing him to smile.
"Think you could forgive me?" He sighed, kissing her nose. Trish feigned thinking about his request for a moment, to which he gently slapped her butt.
"If I have to." she giggled pulling him into a hug.
Relief flooded his body as he held Trish close, just listening to her breath. Making a mental note to spend as much time with her as possible, he softly kissed the curve of her neck that led into her shoulder.
"I've missed you so bad baby. Can't we just stay here like this forever?" Randy's voice sounded dreamy and distant, as he relaxed into Trish's warm embrace.
"Sounds good to me." Trish whispered, kissing Randy's Adam's apple. Slowly, he leaned to rest backwards on the bed bringing Trish down on top of him. Reaching for her mouth, Randy claimed it with a deep kiss, feeling Trish's body contort on top of him, adoring the feeling of her weight leaning down on top of him. Gently he slid his hand into the back of her pants, cupping the round of her buttock in his hand, relishing in the warm feeling of flesh beneath his palm.
The sound of his ringing cell phone cut short the moment, causing Randy to groan and Trish to giggle in response. Reaching over his body to grab his phone, Randy grabbed her waist, kissing and licking her navel which became exposed as she stretched. Holding the cell to her ear, Trish answered.
"Hello…It's Trish…who's this?…Oh hey Lana…yeah I'm good…yeah he is….sure…ok, I'll let him know….it was nice to meet you too…definitely…ok take it easy honey…bye…"
Pushing the button on the phone, Trish dropped the phone onto the bed next to Randy, who dragged her body back down on top of his. Nipping at his bottom lip, Trish raised her hands, gripping Randy's wrists and pinning them above his head.
"You wanna tie me up? I think your handcuffs are in the second drawer down." Randy grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Wanna tell me why Lana is delivering messages for Vince?" She enquired, holding Randy's gaze.
"She works for the company. Didn't I tell you," With Trish shaking her head, Randy realised he'd better continue. "Remember I said I met her in Europe? Well, it's because she's the new girl on RAW. She's pretty good too from what I've heard. She'll be debuting soon."
Satisfied with his explanation, Randy moved his mouth back towards Trish, who raised her body a little higher out of his reach. Groaning at being teased, Randy strained to reach Trish's ample chest, which was just out of his tongue's length.
"What gives?" he pouted, giving Trish the puppy dog eyes again.
"Lana said that Vince wants to see you in his office in twenty minutes," Trish raised an eyebrow, "you wouldn't be in trouble would you Mr. Orton?"
"Trouble? Why would I be in trouble baby?" Randy countered, giving Trish the best 'Legend Killer' grin he was capable of.
"I don't know…maybe for skipping out on a press tour?" Trish pushed, seeing if she could gage a reaction.
Randy easily overpowered Trish, grabbing her wrists and spinning her over on the bed so he landed on top, pinning her hands above her head. Dipping his head, Randy ran his tongue from the glorious valley between her breasts up to the top of her neck, causing Trish to release soft moan.
"No baby. Everything's cool." Releasing his grip, Randy got off of Trish, standing up from the bed.
Winking at Trish, he made his way towards the bathroom, muttering about needed to shower. Closing the door behind him, Randy was shocked at just how good at lying he was becoming.
