Hey everyone! Thank you all so much for the reviews and encouragement, I love reading what you guys think. I have a problem, some of my story is starting to seriously toes the line of M rated. Should I up the rating?It wouldn't be full of smut or anything like that because I'm no good at writing that kind of thing but my story is starting to get suggestive and there is a little bad language.Would you still read ifit was M?
Chapter 13 : Madonna, Bracelets and Making You Scream.
"Thank God you live in New York."
"From the bloke who hates New York and has spent the last three years trying to convince me to move."
Looking away from Jenni's smirk he shot back, "Which reminds me, when are you going to move to St Louis?"
"When Madonna realises that people don't want to see her in those leotards."
"10 or 15 years from now then?"
"Give or take."
"I await it with baited breath."
Randy collapsed onto the large couch in the living area of Jenni's apartment. Picking up the remote he began flicking through the channels before resting of a music station.
Looking over at the bags that he had abandoned by the door he lumbered over to take them to the spare room. He had been telling the truth earlier, as much as he hated New York, for the moment he was glad that Jenni lived here.
It was the 26th of December today and they had already been technically back in work for eight hours. The live event that they had worked earlier coupled with the exhaustion that comes with Christmas meant that Randy was fighting to keep his eyes awake.
Coming back into the seating area he looked at Jenni who was in the kitchen rooting through the fridge.
"If you're tired Randy then go to bed," she said without looking at him.
"What makes you think I'm tired," he said back trying desperately to fight off a yawn.
She looked at him, eyebrows raised and a smile on her face. "Aside from the fact that you said it about twenty times in the car from the arena, you look completely wiped."
"Oh please, I'm fine," Randy exhaled looking away.
"Randy, this is my flat and since you're going to be staying here a lot for the next two weeks I suggest you do as I say. Go to bed."
"Well," he said softly, "If you would like some alone time I can understand that. I'll go to my room and…I may lie down for a while. I'll be out again shortly."
Coming over to him she kissed him on the cheek, "Goodnight Randy."
Yawning he nodded, "See you in the morning."
Watching him go into her spare bedroom she smiled a little, for once it was going to be him staying with her. That was unusual but Vince had planned house shows in New York right up until the second week in January.
Her phone ringing drew her from her rummaging for food and she moved to her bag to answer it.
"For the third time today I say, hello John."
"Hey princess, this a bad time?"
"Would you care if it was?"
"No not really. I figured I should be polite though and ask."
"Such a gentleman."
"I'm glad you think so highly of me. But, to more important news, who's coming to the party?"
"I told you it's not a party. But I know that Mel and Johnny are coming, Joey said he'd be there, I think Mel invited Jill to come as well."
"Cool so it should be fun, oh, speaking of cool, Carl comin' as well."
"Fine by me, Chris?"
"Yeah I told him to come too,"
"Anyone else?"
"Actually princess I think it'll be funnier to see the angry look on your face about your 'non-party'."
"John how many people have you invited?"
"I'd tell you but you already sound angry."
"John!"
"Ok princess so I'll call you tomorrow."
"Don't hang up on me Cena!"
"See ya."
As she flipped the phone shut she laughed a little, she wasn't really angry and he knew it. She had known that agreeing to John's 'get together' would mean she was going to end up with a flat full of people.
"But if he thinks for one second that I'm getting stuck with the clean up he has another thought coming."
Randy was awoken by the sunlight suddenly hitting his face and a cheery voice saying, "Good morning Sailor!"
"What's so good about it?" Randy said while adjusting the comforter so that it didn't show how good his dreams had been.
"The fact that I've got breakfast," Jenni said passing him a bag from the café down the street and a cup of coffee with the shops logo on it.
"Oh thanks babe," he said opening the bag, "ooh bagel," he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"A kiss just for breakfast? What would I get for breakfast, lunch and dinner?"
"Oh it'd still be a kiss, just in a different place."
"Kiss on the lips?"
"Yeah," he said softly before smirking, "there too."
"I'm telling you Jenni, I'm in the best place in my life since… god since forever."
"The Christmas sex was good then?"
"Fan-fucking-tastic. And I mean that literally."
"Good to know."
"Seriously Jen, everything was perfect, Miami, Johnny, the dinner, the presents – oh that reminds me look at this."
Admiring the bracelet on Melina's wrist she whistled, "Damn Mel, your boyfriend certainly goes all out."
"It's engraved as well. I didn't get the chance to show you yesterday."
Taking the bracelet off she carefully handed it to Jenni who studied the engraving and read it aloud, "'To the sexiest Latina on this earth, Merry Christmas xx' At least it isn't soppy, I can't stand romantic types."
"That's because you're dead inside."
"I am not," Jenni insisted with a laugh.
"Yes you are. Come on Jenni from everything you've told me since we met I don't think you've ever been serious with a guy."
"Yes I have!"
"Who?"
"If you must know –"
"-And I must –"
"His name was Dean Burns and we were very much in love with each other."
"Wow really?"
"Yes. I remember it like it was yesterday, we sat next to each other in assembly at school, we started talking and before you know it we were holding hands and drinking our afternoon milk together. We were the most in love six year olds that Britain had ever seen."
"You were six!" Melina said laughing at her friend's recount of her relationship.
"Yep, it was a beautiful thing. Then his dad got busted for tax evasion and they moved away. It was so sad."
Wiping tears of laughter from her eyes Mel recovered slightly, "so that's it then, that's your most serious relationship?"
"Yeah I guess so. Except for Edward."
"Edward Price? The guy you dated right after coming to the States?"
Jenni nodded, "I went out with him for about seven months."
"Why'd you two split up?"
"He told me he loved me."
"So?"
"So I dumped him. Right there on the spot as well. I still feel quite guilty about the way I did that. I wasn't too kind about it."
Mel stared at her for a second before shaking her head, "I don't understand you."
"What do you mean?"
"A guy tells you he's in love with you so you dump him?"
"So?"
"So, why?"
"Love isn't as great as people make it out to be. Love, whether it's relationship love or friendship love or parental love…all it's going to do is hurt you."
"Yeah sometimes it can hurt but it can be great as well," Mel said softly. She knew to tread carefully now, Jenni could be very strange about topics like this.
Jennifer didn't respond choosing instead to fiddle with her nails before saying in a strong voice, too strong to be fully convincing, "Love's over-rated. People just throw the word around because they're afraid to be alone."
"Say it over and over again Jen, maybe you'll believe it eventually."
Walking to the men's locker room of that night's arena Randy saw Jenni sitting on a crate and staring at the wall in front of her.
"Jenni," he said as he approached.
Getting no response he stood directly in front of her.
"Oh hey Randy, sorry I'm a bit distracted."
"Not a problem babe," noting the look on her face he asked concerned, "Are you ok? I haven't seen you since this morning."
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. It's just been a long day – shopping with Mel isn't known to be relaxing."
"Well if you're not too tired do you fancy grabbing a pizza and watching a movie?" He asked looking up. It was quite a high crate that she was sitting on which meant her face was a few inches above his.
"Fine by me. You take a shower and let me know when you're ready to go."
"Alright, I'll be quick," placing a hand on her thigh he leaned up and kissed her softly on the cheek, he lingered for a second before moving back. Smiling he turned away, rather than lifting his hand he let it trail across her other thigh as he walked.
"Damn they'd be good together," someone muttered from down the hall.
"I don't know, I think you'd be best letting that idea go."
"No Johnny," Melina insisted, "I know I'm right about this. He likes her, maybe more than likes but nothing is going to happen if we leave them to their own devices. We have to figure out a way to get them together."
"If that's what you think you need to – wait a second what do you mean we?"
"Well I can't do it alone can I?"
"Why not?"
"Because I just can't. Now we need a plan."
"Well," Johnny said giving in, "There's the New Years party in a few days, why don't we just get them drunk and throw them in a room together."
"Hey that's a really good plan except that they're not in high school!" Mel said trying not to alert Jenni's attention by talking loudly. It didn't matter anyway as she had just hopped off of the crate and was walking in the opposite direction.
"Ok fine maybe not drunk in a room but I still think New Years is as good a time as any."
"I don't know man," Joey said from behind him, "it all seems a little clichéd to me. Just because its holiday season doesn't mean that people need to be in love."
"Don't worry man, Mel isn't gonna set you up with someone."
"Oh thank God," Joey sighed relieved, "I'm having way too much fun as a bachelor."
"And by fun you mean bedding a different girl every night?"
"Absolutely!"
Should have picked a different movie, Randy thought to himself as the risqué sex scene played out in front of him. Mind you, it probably wouldn't have mattered since it wasn't exactly the movie getting him riled up, it was the fact that Jenni's was resting on his chest.
The DVD player in her living room was acting up so they were using the one in her bedroom. He wasn't fully certain why when she had laid down next to him he pulled her in between his legs when there was more than enough room for both of them. He was propped up against the pillows, facing the TV at the foot of the bed and she was lying up against him.
He remembered the last time they had lay together like this, they had been watching a movie that night as well. Last time though it had been the other way around, he had been the one laying on her chest while she massaged his shoulder.
Feeling something on his thigh he realised she was tracing patterns on his bare leg. Wearing only shorts the light trace of her fingers was enough to almost drive him wild. Needing to distract himself he started massaging her shoulders, just like she had for him.
"Hmm," she said softly, "That feels good."
He said nothing, revelling in the sighs coming from her mouth. He caught his breath however when she moved her hand higher. Eyes wide, he stuttered out, "You enjoying the movie?"
She giggled softly and he felt her nod against him.
"Are you?"
"Huh?" Randy asked as he felt her hands move slightly higher.
"Enjoying the film, are you enjoying the film?"
"Oh," he said stifling a groan, "Yeah it's…uh…really good."
Why was she being like this? He found himself wondering. It wasn't like they had been drinking, unless all that pepperoni has gone to her head.
She applied pressure to her legs as she lifted herself a little higher up his body before sliding down again slowly. Slightly caught up in the smell of her hair he almost didn't feel her hand move to the top of his shorts.
Still facing the TV she untied the drawstring at the top of the clothing, turning her head a little up to the right so that she could see face him she asked with a husky tone, "Why did you stop?"
"What?" he replied distracted.
In response she shrugged to alert him to her shoulders and he slowly began massaging her again. Moving her right hand behind her back she traced lines just above the waistband of his shorts, occasionally allowing the tip of one of her fingers to slide slightly underneath.
Very confused and irreversibly turned on he spoke trying desperately hard to keep his voice steady, "What are you doing?"
"Giving you what you want," she whispered with honey turning her head to look at him again.
Locking eyes with her he tried to keep his cool and play dumb, "What do you mean?"
Giggling and still letting her fingers trace his stomach she spoke softly, "You think I don't know? What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't realise what you were thinking?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes you do. I have to admit though Randy you took me by surprise. I could tell there was something different about you, something you weren't saying and then it hit me. I figured out what the problem was…"
"Really? What's the problem?"
"You want me."
The tone in her voice, coupled with the movements of her hand had him biting his lip. "What makes you think that?" he said eventually.
"How long a list do you want?" she laughed.
"You're my best friend," he murmured as her fingers danced across him.
"Is that why you spend most of your day thinking about me?" She leaned higher and breathed into his ear, "and all your night dreaming about me?"
He didn't talk back so she continued, "You wonder what I could do to you. You picture all the things you could do to me."
Taking his left hand in hers she pulled it away from her shoulder and held it in front of her.
"What would you do with this hand if I let you?"
Fighting to keep his breathing steady he replied, "I don't know."
"Yes you do. You think about it all the time. What would you do?"
"Make you scream," he said before he could stop himself.
"Scream, huh?" Jenni asked while finally putting her right hand completely down his shorts.
Gasping he nodded, "Why are you doing this?"
"Maybe I want to scream," she whispered huskily.
Letting his hand drop on her chest she continued her work.
"What are you waiting for?"
"What do you want me to do?" He asked, willing to give her anything.
"Anything you want."
Lowering his head to her neck he kissed her, savouring the taste. Using her moans as approval he kissed all down her shoulder, the feel of her and thoughts of what he could do were driving him wild. He turned her body around so that they were fully face to face. He leaned to kiss her but stopped right before touching her lips.
What was he doing? What was Jenni doing? This wasn't her. She didn't do this kind of thing. Something was wrong, but why did it feel so good?
Throwing caution to the wind and not caring about the ramifications he pushed his lips upon hers, the second he did he moaned at the feeling.
"Randy!" A voice shouted outside the bedroom door. "Are you awake?"
Bolting up and sweating profusely he shouted, "I didn't do anything!"
"What?" Jenni shouted.
"I uh," trying to calm down Randy said, "What is it you wanted Jen?"
"I'm getting ready for my run and wanted to know if you wanted to come with me."
"Oh, I uh, I think I'll just take a shower and grab some breakfast. Thanks anyway." Randy panted.
"Alright. I'll see you later babe."
"Yeah, bye babe."
Hearing her retreating footsteps he fell back on the bed, his dream vivid in his mind. Too panicked to fall back to sleep he slowly stood up and made his way to the shower.
Glancing down at his crotch and he sighed, "God I need to get laid."
After replaying his dream over a few times he stepped out of the shower feeling much better than when he had walked in. Wiping condensation from the mirror he frowned as a thought occurred to him.
Does Jenni know what I think about her?
Even though it had only been a dream the things that Jenni had said in it made sense. Maybe, as his best friend, she could read him well enough to know that he thought and dreamed about her.
She was a closed off person by nature but he had gotten through many of her defensive walls. He, on the other hand, was usually pretty open. Considering that, he could only imagine how many things he didn't tell her that she knew about.
Maybe she knew more than he could handle her knowing. Forcefully pushing the thought, and the worry it caused, away from his mind he started brushing his teeth.
He had to admit, it had been a really great dream.
"Damn," he said aloud with a mouthful of toothpaste, "I really wish she hadn't woken me up."
And that wraps up chapter 13. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Let me know what you think about upping the rating.
Love Ya! DollFace!
