Chapter 6

Britain walked across the hotel room in a tank top and panties. She was rambling on about how good it was to see her parents and that how she was going to try to get out there again in September. She looked over at Dave who was sitting on the bed with his back propped up against the headboard, carelessly flipping through the channels.

"You ok?" She asked sitting on his thighs facing him. He scooted up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She felt his strong arms come around her as let her hands run down his hard muscular chest. He nodded and put his head on her shoulder. "She's a good girl. Besides, my dad will take good care of her. Look how good I turned out." She smiled with a wicked grin.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "That makes me feel so much better." If Chase turned out to be anything like Britain, he was sure he'd end up in jail. Britain was amazing, but, she was amazing for him. Chase would never know half of the things that Britain did…she would never do half of the things that Britain could.

She kissed him full on the mouth and laughed. "She'll be fine. She's not a baby anymore."

Dave leaned back and studied her beautiful face. With one hand he gently moved her soft hair over the back of her shoulder. "Thank you." He said low and even.

"For what?" She gave him her smile, the smile that melted his heart every time he saw it. The smile that made her eyes turn grey.

"For being with us today… for not getting mad about Chase being here… for asking your folks to keep an eye on her… for everything." He couldn't possibly tell her everything that he was thankful to her about, but that was a good start.

"I didn't do those things for you to thank me. I did them because I love you." Her answer was simple, but truthful. Everything she had done was all out of love for him. She'd actually done them without thinking about it at all.

His lips moved and made words, 'I love you', just before he kissed her. She knew by the strength of his kiss and his tongue slowly prying her mouth open wider, what that kiss was going to lead to. She half heartily tried to pull back, but when his mouth reached her neck, she heard a small moan escaped her lips; there was no turning back.

"We can't do this…" She giggled at his gentle biting on her neck. "You're daughter is in the next room."

He would have promised her anything, just to hear the giggle in her voice again. "We'll be quiet."

Her hand traveled over the back of his head. She knew he was lying. "You're never quiet." She smiled just before his kisses trailed down to her chest.

So what if Hunter was right? He was whipped, and right there at that moment, it didn't seem so bad at all.

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Chase laid in her bed holding Scraps tightly. She silently listened to the soft gasps and moans coming from her dad's room. She couldn't help but to wonder what it was like. She'd never been in love before; she just barely kissed a guy. She was envious of Britain, because she knew what it was like to be in a relationship, to be pleasured by the man of dreams, to have him tell him he loved her and mean it.

"I can't listen to this." She said getting out of bed. Putting on a pair of boxers over her underwear, she untucked her t-shirt, donned her slippers and headed out of her room.

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The hotel pool was surprisingly well lit for it to be so dark outside. Chase gently opened the swinging gate that held the crooked sign reading: NO LIFE GUARD ON DUTY. SWIM AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Finally, it was quiet. There was no one there to interrupt her thoughts. She walked further into the area and spotted a man with the blue hair and a sketch pad. She approached the table curiously and stood silently watching him. He was listening to his I-pod, mouthing some song and frantically coloring something on the pad.

Jeff spotted a figure next to him out of the corner of his eye. He looked up and saw his muse in front of him, and his throat instantly went dry.

"You know, you're gonna go blind drawing in the dark." Her smile was devilish and unyielding.

Jeff took off his earphones and smiled back. "There's plenty of light." He replied pointing up to the light above his head. He watched her cautiously and made a quick glance of the landscape to make sure Dave wasn't hiding in the bushes.

She sat on the chair next to him without being invited. "So…did you find something beautiful?" She asked folding her hands on the table, mere inches from his. He swallowed hard and gave her a goofy grin. "I'm Chase." She held out her hand toward him.

He stared at that hand for a second, before his breath finally came back into his lungs. He extended his hand and touched hers lightly. "Jeff. Jeff Hardy."

She giggled at him again. "I know who you are."

Jeff was stunned. This girl with the dazzling blue eyes knew who he was. Tricky muses. You're not going to trip me up again. Not this time.

"My dad's a wrestler, remember? I think I've watched every match from the last 10 years. I can tell you all the belts you've won, your signature moves and anything else about your career." She nodded her head mater-of-factly.

He was too captivated by her dimples to realize that she was finished talking. "Doesn't seem fair." He heard himself say. Her big blue eyes searched his for an explanation. "You know all this stuff 'bout me. I don't know nothin' 'bout you."

Chase found Jeff's slight southern drawl attractive, the way the words dripped off his lips and the way he didn't pronounce the g's at the end of his words. She could listen to that drawl for hours. "There's nothing to tell really. Let's see…I live in Tampa with my mom. I'm a sophomore at UCLA, I have no idea what I want to study, and my dad finally let me get my own apartment. I'm the oldest of three, all girls, and I have no pets and no life because my dad treats me like I'm nine years old." She heard herself laugh, even though the last part of that statement she found to be anything but amusing.

"Wow. You said that without takin' one breath." Jeff was impressed. For the longest time, he thought he was the only person who could ramble non-stop without breathing. "So what you doin' out here this late? Shouldn't you be in bed?" He knew he shouldn't be asking her why she was there. Truth be told, he was glad she was.

"My dad and Britain are doing it. It's kinda gross to listen to your father have sex." Her admission made her cheeks get hot. I don't believe I just said that. God, he probably thinks I'm an idiot. She cursed herself, but smiled when Jeff burst out laughing.

"That is kinda gross, when you put it that way." Jeff said unable to control his giggles. "Britain, huh? So that's her name."

A small frown crossed Chase's lips. Even though he hadn't say anything more about her, just the fact that he was wondering her name made her a little jealous. Britain always had men drooling over her. Chase was beautiful, but she lacked one very important thing; sex appeal. Britain was an exotic beauty. She had a beautiful complexion, long wavy dark hair, beautiful eyes that didn't match her features, a curvaceous ethnic body type complete with a long torso that showed off her perfectly flat stomach, incredibly small waste and round hips. Britain was the type of woman that looked like she belonged on the cover of Sports Illustrated or Maxim Magazine; not like Chase who could have easily made the centerfold for Blue's Clues weekly.

Jeff noticed her frown and he smiled at her.

She sighed and looked around the pool. "So what 'cha drawing?"

Jeff ran his hand through his hair and blew out a breath. "Stuff." He finally answered.

She motioned to the corner of the book and looked at him for permission to see it.

Don't do it Nero. Don't let her see the book. She's gonna think you're a stalker! Before he could protest his hands acted on their own accord and slid it over to her.

She started at the beginning. He was a great artist. There were drawings of hands, feet, curly hair and eyes; lots of eyes. She flipped over the first few pages and found a page with nothing but almond shaped eyes that were colored in a pale blue-grey. The eyes were beautiful, wanting, haunting. She knew right away they were Britain's. She looked up at him, with her lips slightly parted. She started to say something, but she couldn't. If she could draw, she'd probably obsess over Britain, too.

"She's got great eyes." Jeff defended after reading her face. He knew he didn't have to explain his art to her or anyone else, but he felt like he wanted to.

She flipped through a few more pages. There were flowers, a baby's feet, a self portrait, and then the next page made her breath catch in the back of her throat. There was a drawing of her face. The next page was her profile, followed by her dark blue eyes. There was a drawing of her hand including the small ring she wore on her index finger, her cheeks including her dimples and the last page he had started to draw a full body picture of her. "Wow…" She was stunned. He was actually drawing her? He'd seen her for all of 5 minutes, and he was able to do all that.

"I needed to see somethin' beautiful." He admitted putting his head down, hoping that his cheeks weren't bright red by now.

She was awe struck. Jeff noticed the flush red color as it touched her perfectly rounded cheek and her dimples grow deeper the harder she tried not to smile. "So if you're an artist, why do you wrestle?" She asked trying to change the subject. She slid the sketch pad back to him.

"Wrestlin's like art. Instead of puttin' colors on a canvas, you just use your whole body to be artistic. That's why I do the high acrobatic stuff. I like the feelin' of soarin' through the air; flyin's an art form." He was doing it again; being weird. He tried to stop himself from talking, but his lips were having a hard time listening over the pounding of his heart.

"Do you do anything else? Besides, draw?" She asked curiously.

"I write poetry, and music. I gotta band, I'm the singer. Let's see, I sculpt, paint, ride dirt bikes, ATVs, extreme sports...you know, typical trailer park stuff."

Chase's eyes grew big. "My dad would never let me do anything like that; racing and stuff. I was a cheerleader, and on the debate club, you know safe stuff like that." The more she thought about it, the more she realized just how sheltered she was. "You know what I'd like? I'd like to do something crazy. Just for once in my life. Just be crazy and not have to worry about ruining my dad's perfect image of me."

"Well, you said you got your own place now. Why don't you do somethin' crazy when he's not around?"

She had to admit, the thought did cross her mind. But knowing him, he'd find out and give her that look that she hated. "Yeah, but it's not the same. I want to do something because I want to do it, not just to piss him off." She said.

"I'm sure it's not that bad. He's just watchin' out for ya." Jeff said, lifting his head to take a quick glance at her.

She brought her brows together in frustration. "So, what's freedom like?" she asked.

"I don't know, I never really been free before." It was true. He was always living in Matt's shadow. Matt gave up everything when after their mom died and their dad got sick. And even though Matt had never quilted him into anything, Jeff always felt like he had to do everything to make his brother proud. "It's weird because you know how you say your father is. Well my brother's like, too. Only he expects me to screw up everythin'. So I gotta try real hard not to. When I do somethin' strange, people don't get mad, though. It's like they expect it all the time." Jeff sighed.

"Is that why you dye your hair all those colors?"

He was a little disappointed by the question. He was hoping that she wouldn't be like everyone else, that she didn't expect him to be something other than Jeff. "No. I do it because I like it." He explained slightly shaking his head.

"I like it too. But I could never do anything like that." She looked around the pool again and sighed as the still water flickered from the light behind Jeff. "So does your girlfriend get mad because you travel so much?" She blurted out, before she could stop.

He looked at her sharply, not quite knowing how to answer that question. "Well, when I was at TNA, she didn't. I didn't travel as much, so I got to spend a lot of time with her. But when I signed back with WWE, I got my schedule… she decided we should see other people. It was for the best I guess. We kept arugin' all the time anyways."

She nodded as if she understood. At least he had a girlfriend to break up with him.

"What about you? You're boyfriend back home or out here?" He asked, hoping that she would say she didn't have one.

She let out a thunderous laugh. "Please, me have a boyfriend? You do know who my dad is, right? I might as well be wearing a sign: Chase Batista, stay away." She stopped smiling. "I've only had a few boyfriends before. I remember my senior year; I liked this boy so much. Well he took me to my prom. My dad said something to him while I was getting dressed and the next thing I knew he was treating me like I was a leper. He wouldn't even dance with me. Please, I can't have a boyfriend. My dad scares any guy who tries to approach me."

Jeff smiled. So he wasn't the only guy that Dave scared the shit out of. "He is a pretty big guy." Jeff said weakly.

"He's a teddy bear! If they knew how much of a push over he was, I'd have a date every night!" She had always found it amusing that people were afraid of Dave. He was the gentlest man she had ever met.

She found it was easy to talk to Jeff, even if their conversation roamed from one topic to the next. If she asked him a question, he answered it. He didn't talk down to her, or avoid her; she liked that.

Jeff was smitten. She hadn't thought he was weird or creepy like most girls do. She hadn't told him of all the things he should be doing like the rest of them did. But to her credit, he didn't tell her all the things about him that she should know.

He sat across from her and smiled shyly. Chase looked past him and saw a large figure coming toward them. For a split second her heart stopped. All she needed was for Dave to come down and embarrass her in front of Jeff.

"Rainbow." Hunter said his voice deep.

"Hunt." Jeff responded without looking up. Hunter bent down next to Jeff and talked softly so Chase couldn't hear him. "What are you doing Rainbow? You know who she is right. I don't think her father would be too happy with you hitting on his little girl, now would he?"

"We were just talkin'." Jeff shrugged. He knew it was pointless. He was never going to be good enough for anyone, let alone the daughter of Dave Batista. Jeff pursed his lips together and shook his head.

Hunter slowly turned toward Chase. "Don't you think you need to be getting back up to your room? I bet your dad's worried about you." He narrowed his eyes to meet her gaze.

"My dad's preoccupied at the moment. I'll go up later." She said dismissing Hunter.

Hunter smiled wickedly at Jeff and walked away. Jeff couldn't help but to laugh. "I ain't never seen nobody stand up to him before. That was great!"

She laughed too, "He gets on my nerves. But he's right. I should go to bed." She stood up and extended her hand. "It was nice to meet you Jeff. I hope I'll see you around." That was about all she could hope for. Jeff wouldn't be interested in her. After all she was Dave Batista's daughter.

"You wanna get breakfast tomorrow?" He asked without letting go of her hand?

She was speechless. He actually asked her out! She couldn't hide her rosy cheeks. "Sure. I'll meet you in the lobby at 10."

He nodded and let her go. "Goodnight." He whispered as he watched her walk away.