Authors Note : Update. This chapter is a nice light one, as I've been so serious in the last couple. I hope you guys enjoy.

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"Welcome to Lisa's Palace of Pleasure. Please leave all clothing and inhibitions at the front door and prepare to be ravaged."

Standing in the doorway of her California apartment, clothed in a bikini top and a sarong, Lisa grinned at the arriving Randy and Trish with hungry eyes. She was full of mischief, and it wasn't even 10 o'clock yet.

Holding the door open with one hand, a cocktail gripped in the other, Lisa licked her lips seductively as she noted the pair that were about to join the party. Relief seemed to sparkle in her eyes as her lips creased into a knowing smile as she waved them through the hallway.

"Oh thank god you're together," Lisa snorted as Randy and Trish made their way towards the living room to join the other guests, "Trish I love you, but if I had to room with you one more time and listen to you crying over that chump, I was going to put you our of your misery and smother you in your sleep."

Randy burst out laughing, giving Trish an 'aww' expression. Trish felt the colour rise to her cheek, as Randy slid his arm around her shoulder, kissing her forehead. With a playful punch into Lisa's arm, Trish accepted a drink from her grinning friend.

"How about you Randolph? You want some of Mamma's Punch?" With Lisa waving a glass of peculiar looking pink liquid on front of his face as she swung her hips suggestively, Randy raised a hand to shield himself.

"I'll just stick with a beer thanks." Randy assured her, taking a bottle from the cooler near by on the counter. Whispering in Trish's ear, Randy softly kissed the pout of her lip lips, leaving her side to talk to some of the others crowded around a television set, watching a reply of last week's RAW.

Tomorrow night would be the moment where the Eight Man Tag Team match would go down, and Orton knew it would be a battle and a half. Although he hadn't said anything, Randy was becoming worried about what Vince would pull out to face them next. He seemed to be on a mission to take Randy out, no matter the cost. Even if it was his fiancé.

But that was tomorrow's problem. For the meantime, Randy could relax in the company of friends as they argued over who performed a better standing drop kick. Randy loved nights like this, where Smackdown and RAW talent were in the same city, so they could mingle and catch with each other, sharing memories and road stories.

Listening in to the conversation, Orton grinned as John Cena was in the middle of explaining how technically accurate Randy's drop kick was. His voice became cut short at the sound of Candice's high pitched scream. Up to his feet in less that second, Cena shoved his way through the other men, steely blue eyes searching for his girlfriend and the source of her cry.

In actual fact, Melina, Candice, Lisa, Michelle and Torrie had all crowded around Trish, giggling and shrieking between each other. Candice had spotted the engagement ring on Trish finger and had alerted everyone in the room.

"Oh, Trish congratulations!" Candice squealed, pulling the flushing Trish into a tight embrace, "I'm so happy for you!"

"For fucks sake woman, you trying to give me a heart attack?" John growled, feeling his heart beat pounding in his chest.

"Yes. I'm going to do you in so I can get your car," she shot back at her boyfriend, "its amazing news!" Candice giggled, her arms seemingly welded around Trish's body.

Trish smiled graciously, accepting the hugs and congratulations from all her girlfriends, whilst Randy was being ribbed mercilessly by the men.

"Look at the size of that bad boy," Torrie remarked, her eyes bulging as they noted Trish's engagement ring. "you could feed all of France for a month if you sold that."

"And the rest!" Melina giggled.

"You do realise," Lisa grinned wickedly, "Randy will now be pimping you out to pay for that ring? $5 for a hand job…$10 for a blow job…and for $20, you're anyone's little spunk bucket." Trish giggled as the other girls turned up their noses in disgust. Adoring her friend's dirty humour, Trish sank easily into a heartfelt hug from her friend.

From across the room, Dave Batista grinned at little Trish's reaction to her friends fawning over her. Turning back to the Legend Killer, he couldn't help but scoff.

"I never thought I'd see the day. You of all people Randy...getting married? Oh she's got you bad kid." Batista rubbed his hand through Randy's short hair affectionately, as Randy slapped his big paw away, simply shrugging.

"Yeah, she does." He grinned sheepishly, flashing his blue eyes to his future bride. Catching his glance, Trish blew him a gentle kiss, winking softly from across the room. Randy licked his lips in response, his eyes travelling the length of Trish's body. He might me besotted with her, but then she was Trish Stratus. Who on earth could blame him for that? With a gentle move of his lips, he mouthed 'I Love You' to his fiancé, before facing back to the guys.

"Another good one lost," Chris Masters sighed wistfully, "What happened to the 'love 'em and leave 'em' Legend Killer I used to hit all those bars with? I thought he was untameable."

"He got a little Stratusfaction." Randy's quipped, flashing his trademark grin. Masters joined him into the chuckle, latching onto Randy with a big bear hug.

"Suppose I can't blame you. She is fine," Masters grinned, "I wouldn't say no."

"What'chu talkin' bout motherfucker?" John Cena cut in, "you wouldn't so no to a bow legged Chinese circus freak."

The men ripped into sustained laughter as Randy shook John's hand. Accepting the pats on the back and words of congratulations, Randy realised despite their bravado, there weren't many men in the WWE who weren't in in love. Randy had Trish and was blissfully happy. Adam was besotted with Amy, whilst John had clearly fallen for Candice in a big way. Batista, Charlie Haas and Hunter were all happily married with their wives, all three of them fathers. In fact, Randy was one of the last to settle down out everyone here.

Slapping Chris on the back, Randy assured the 'Masterpiece' : "Trust me man…when you find the one…you'll be more pussy whipped than the rest of us."

Settling down with the other guys, Randy took a long sip out of the bottle of beer he was drinking from. From across the room, he heard Trish's trademark giggle, bringing a smile to his lips. She was happy. He was happy. Life was good.

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A little after midnight, Randy was finishing the remnants of the Chinese meal the group had ordered, when he realised he couldn't see Trish anywhere. Straining his head, Randy glanced around the room, but she was nowhere to be seen. Getting to his feet, Randy grabbed his beer, before scouting around the apartment. Glancing out through the sliding door, Randy saw the mass of golden blonde hair out on the balcony tumbling softly in the evening breeze. Grabbing his jacket on route, Randy ventured out onto the balcony to join Trish.

Resting with her back to the apartment, Trish inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the night. Leaning onto the railing, her eyes focused on the glow of lights stories below. The city was still alive, albeit muted slightly with most of its inhabitants in bed. The array of yellows and reds and greens melted together to form the most heady painting of light before her. High above, Trish could see the dusting of stars beginning to show themselves, pin points of light in the sea of darkness. Closing her eyes, Trish let her other senses feel, the sights and sounds of everything around her. Trish had never felt more alive than she did right now.

She knew Randy was standing behind her, just watching her silhouetted against the glow from below. The alluring hint of his cologne caused Trish to lick her lips gently, waiting for him to make himself known to her. Randy did so, gently placing his jacket over her shoulders, encircling her petit torso in his arms. Resting his chin on her shoulder, Randy softly kissed her hair as Trish hooked her arms onto his. Carefully, he offered the bottle to her, which she accepted, taking a small taste of the beer. The sour bite of the alcohol bit the back of her throat, causing her nose to scrunch softly.

"Hi." He whispered, the low tone of his voice sending chills of excitement ricocheting down through her body and back again.

"Hi." She responded, resting her head against his.

"You okay?" He questioned, the soft flesh of his lips teasing at the silky skin of her cheek .

"I'm good. Just thinking," Trish sighed softly, tracing little patterns across his forearm with her finger, "Are you alright?"

"I was missing you." Randy admitted, snuggling his lips into her neck, inhaling deeply as he did so, savouring her scent as if this would be last time he could ever smell it.

"Sometimes," he began again, licking his lips, "I feel like I'm gonna go crazy because I'm not touching you."

"And now?" Trish asked, her eyebrows raising in amusement. Grinding his hips against her back, he growled into her ear.

"I'm going crazy because I am." Trish turned around in his embrace, running her hands up his chest and resting them around his neck, tilting her head up to take Randy's lips into a gentle kiss, exploring his mouth with her tongue. Being hooked on the taste of her, Randy's hand's slid up her back, tangling into her hair as he tried to hold her even closer.

Needing to breath, Trish moaned into Randy's mouth as she pulled back. His lips swollen from her kiss, Randy's own breath came in short hard gasps.

"The things you do to me." he admitted, feeling all the blood in his body rushing south as her breath caressed across his face.

"What do I do to you?" Trish giggled, enjoying the feeling of against her body.

"You make me go out of mind. There are times when I don't think I can love you anymore than I do. But you can just look at me, and it's like what I felt before doesn't compare to what I feel now. I think you're gonna give me a heart attack baby." Randy chuckled, a pink hue rising to his cheeks, "when I'm with you, you just take me over. Every feeling and thought. You're just totally under my skin. When we're apart…you're all I can think about, and I'm desperate to feel you in my arms."

Trish smiled at Randy's words, as he kissed her lips with his. "Do you think it's possible to die from happiness?" he questioned, looking serious as he could with those adorable blue eyes.

"If it is," Trish replied, pouting her lips as if contemplating the possibility, "then I think I'm terminal." Randy smiled, hugging Trish tightly against his chest, feeling her heart beat against him. Touching his lips to her again, he felt her heart skip a beat in response. Pulling back, he looked into Trish's chocolate eyes.

"Are you okay?" His face an adorable picture of concern.

"I'm in love Randy," Trish giggled, "that happens to me whenever you're close." Taking Randy's hand, she pressed it against her chest as she kissed him again, a long and hungry kiss, that caused Randy's legs to feel weak. Beneath his palm, he felt Trish's heart skip again.

"See?" she clarified. Randy's smile was broad and infectious as he interlocked his fingers with Trish's.

"I was thinking, when we role through Missouri in December, that we could start looking for a house together maybe? If you want to that is…" Randy's eyes twinkled with hope, but Trish raised an eyebrow, a smile touching the curve of her mouth.

"But baby…how can we look for a house in Toronto if we're in Missouri? It's not all that practical is it?" Trish's chocolate eyes shone with defiance, just waiting for Randy to challenge her.

Refusing to bite, Randy just grinned "We're in Toronto in February. I guess we can look then."

Trish burst into a fit of giggles as Randy backed down from her, not rising to her bate. Pressing her lips against his in a series of frenzied kisses, Trish rested her head against his strong chest..

"Sure, we can look in December." she smiled.

"You sure? I mean are you okay with our kids growing up in Missouri?" Randy held her gaze sceptically, wondering if she was simply telling him what he wanted to hear.

"Baby, I would have kids on the back of a fucking boat as long as it was with you. Although…" Trish's gaze became serious for a moment.

"What?" Randy pushed, catching her chin in his palm.

"My mother will most probably have a fit." Trish giggled, kissing the pads of Randy's fingers.

Randy grinned foolishly as he looked at her.

God I love this woman. Randy knew how proudly Canadian his fiancé was, how much she wanted to raise her babies where she had grown up in Toronto. But she was willing to give that up for him. Although it didn't mean much to anyone else, to Randy it set his heart alight with warm fuzzy emotions.

"I love you." he blurted, causing Trish to blush softly in his arms.

"I love you." She replied, lifting her head to meet his.

"You wanna head back to the hotel? I'm pretty sure there's some of that Champagne left." Randy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Why Mr. Orton…are trying to seduce me?" Trish giggled, giving her best shocked expression. Randy's eyes filled with lust as he pulled her head to hers, stealing her breath away with kisses, grinding his hips into hers.

"Always." Randy growled into her mouth, sucking on Trish's bottom lips, causing her to moan softly against him.

"Would you two knock it off," Lisa snapped from behind them, "this is California. They have paparazzi everywhere, even the sky. The last thing we need is a story of you two fucking like rabbits up here being reported by the fuckin' Enquirer tomorrow! Get your asses in here now and help me make some margaritas!".

Randy chuckled as he watched Lisa stomp back into the her apartment, yelling orders at everyone inside. She had the oddest way of making sure her guests had a good time, treating it like some sort of drill camp. Grabbing Trish from behind, Randy pulled the round of her bottom against his crotch. Holding her against him, he whispered seductively into her ear.

"Wait till I get you home Stratus. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll lose the use of your legs permanently."

Trish giggled hard, reaching her head back to whisper in Randy's ear. "Promise?"

Randy's mouth dropped open in shock at Trish's reply, causing her to giggle even harder. Grabbing her hand, he followed her back through the glass door, a million nasty thoughts running through his mind.