A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Melody. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 15

Dave Batista sighed heavily as he hugged his oldest daughter. It was time for him to leave. He had moved the last of her boxes into her new apartment, taken her and her roommates out for dinner, told her the rules of the house and now he was just plain scared to go.

"Daddy, I'll be fine." She said hugging him back. She heard him sniffle; she knew he was going to cry. She hated when he did that. Her father was always a strong man, but he wore his heart on his sleeve. He wasn't like any other wrestler she knew, he cried, he laughed, he was silly and when it came right down to it, he would play dress up and princesses with her and her sisters.

He remembered when she was 10 and she wanted go shopping with her friends instead of putting ribbons in his hair. "But you always like to get me all gussied up." He had told her with tears in his eyes. That was the first time he realized that he would not always be the most important thing in her life.

He looked at his daughter as he tried to fight back the tears. "I know you will. You're a smart girl, I just don't know if I trust them." He motioned his head toward Sherry and Cassie, her two, overly eager, boy crazy roommates. He smiled at the girls and winked, causing both Sherry and Cassie to shutter at his sexiness. "You two take care of my baby... and get some studying done." He turned back to Chase and kissed her on her forehead.

"I love you Daddy. I promise I'll call Mr. Weis or Croix if anything happens." She led him to the door. If she didn't kick him out he would never leave, and he had to go! Jeff was coming by the next day to help her unpack. He had the weekend off and they could finally see each other.

"Oh, this is from Britain, it's a house warming gift." He handed her the gift wrapped box. "She should be out here on Saturday and I'll be back this way in two weeks. We have a show in Anaheim." He grabbed the door handle, but couldn't force himself to turn it. He turned and hugged her again.

"Daddy, you don't have to keep having everyone check up on me. I'm a big girl." She flashed her dimples at him, making his heart sink.

He had to go, or he was going to pack her back up and take her home with him. I know. That's what I'm afraid of. He waved to her roommates and touched her face just as he opened the door. He stepped out into the dark LA night ready to cry on the phone to Britain as soon as he got to the hotel.

She watched her father walk down the stairs to his car with his head down. She turned around to her friends who were standing in the living room and they huddled around her to see her gift. She opened the box and laughed. It was a condom tree; a plastic green tree on a stand that had all kinds of brands, colors, flavors, sizes, types and textured condoms on it. She read the note Have fun and be safe. Call me if you need to talk. B. The three girls all jumped up and down and started screaming at the same time.

Dave heard the girls carrying on through their opened window and couldn't help but to smile at the thought of them; three 20 year olds, alone in their own home for the first time. It should be exciting and he should be excited for her; but he couldn't be.

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Britain drank her hot chocolate as she listened to Dave go on and on about Chase. "Davey, really. You're worse than Emily right now." It was too early in the morning to listen to this. She had been up since 5am, doing fittings and getting hair and make up done. The chairs at London Fog weren't exactly comfortable either and they wouldn't let her eat. She wasn't having a great morning.

"I know. But she's my baby." He had really hoped that Britain would have been a little more understanding than she was being right now. He needed her to tell him that he was right to be worried and that everything would be alright. Although he knew he stood no chance in hell of that happening. Britain's father had let her go without protest. She was seventeen when she got her first contract with the Ford agency. At seventeen, she was traveling around the world, dressing up in clothes that were way too mature for her, becoming the desire of men everywhere. But Johan didn't protest, because that wasn't his style. Plus, he knew his daughter and she was too headstrong to let him or anyone else stop her.

Britain laughed. "I hate to tell you this, but she's twenty; she's a grown up. God, what are you going to do when she gets married?

"She won't...not if I have anything to do with it."

Britain felt herself frown. "Why don't you get all worked up over me like that? I'm the one walking around half naked most of the time. You should be worried about my virtue." She heard his laughter from the other side of the phone. If there hadn't been an ocean separating them, she would have popped him upside the head.

"Your virtue was gone a long time ago." He laughed again when he heard her gasp. "Think about it. If your virtue was still intact, then you wouldn't have let me do that thing right before you left and you wouldn't have..."

"Ok, I get the picture. And if you keep it up I won't be doing it again anytime soon." She softened her voice, remembering that night that involved chocolate sauce, French ticklers and batteries. "Who would have thought magnetic tongue rings could vibrate?" She laughed at the thought.

"I'll see you tomorrow right?" He asked turning out his lamp. It was late in LA and he needed to get some sleep before his flight back home. He felt bad because her schedule was so tight. She was going from London to Tampa for a day, then to LA to see her parents, before meeting him in Denver. She always made time to see him, even if she didn't have any. He would have made more of an attempt to be where she was, but he had to divide his time with his girls that he didn't see enough of anyway.

"Yup. I should be in by 1. And I want a massage. My ass is killing me in these damn chairs. I swear, the English must all have flat asses." She said looking at the makeup guy that was coming toward her again. "I have to go. They're trying to cake more of this shit on my face." She never wore makeup unless she was working. He loved that about her, she was naturally beautiful.

"Have a good show. Don't fall off the runway or anything."

She pushed the image out of her head, regretting she had ever told him about that being a fear of hers. "Goodnight. I love you."

"I love you more."

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Jeff and Chase kissed softly, enjoying the sweet warmth of each others lips. With the gentle caress of his tongue, he encouraged her to open wider, so he could taste her intoxicating mouth. Their tongues touched barely as he took her bottom lip into his mouth.

"I should go." He said softly, against his is instinct to stay and finish what they started. Chase's eyes were too blue, too wanting. He knew he had to leave before he did something that he could never take back.

He had come by to help her unpack, that was until she wanted to go to dinner and then to the park. They ended up at her apartment, but started kissing when he helped her put away her clothes. He had found her underwear and held them up inspecting them. He smiled thinking about her wearing them. She had tried to snatch them out of his hand, but he caught her arm and pulled her close to him. He had to kiss her, he just had to.

"I don't want you to go." She whispered against his lips, gently taking her tongue across his top lip. It was now or never. She was ready; so what if there weren't candles all around the room, just being there with him was enough for her. He had taken the time to come see her, he brought Scraps back to her, he was intent on helping her, he had been such a gentleman with her. She wanted him; she wanted him now.

Jeff returned her kiss, cupping her face between his hands. With his body aching to touch her; Chase pulled him closer. "I want you, Chase…" his whispering voice quivered, "if I stay, I don't think I can keep bein' a Southern gentleman."

"I want you to stay the night with me." She said noticing the deep green color that was in his eyes. She closed her own eyes against his breath on her lips. She wanted him to kiss her again, to take her in his arms and make her his; forever.

He captured her lips again. This is what he wanted since the first time he laid eyes on her; to be with her in every sense of the word. He'd dreamt about it, but he needed to make sure this is really what she wanted. "Are you sure?" He asked pressing his forehead against hers, his lips were ready to pounce on her at any minute.

"I want you to stay... I want you to make love to me." She had finally said it. Her mouth finally could form the words that her heart had been telling her for weeks. She whispered touching her nose to his; sucking him his jagged breaths.

"I'll be careful with you..." He started, brushing his lips against hers, "so careful."

The kiss that followed was so passionate and pure that they could write fairytales about it. She could taste his lips as he slowly moved his tongue to the inside of her mouth. Their lips fit together so perfectly, it was as if the angels created her are solely for his.

As she reached under his shirt and moved her hands up his stomach, he flinched; partly from the soft tickle of her fingers and partly from anticipation. He allowed her to lift his shirt over his head. He stood back as she watched her hands trail slowly up his muscular chest. Her fingers gently touched the fine blonde hairs on his chest stopping just at his shoulders. "Are you sure?" He asked her again, his voice was so deep and wanting, it made her heart stop. She nodded and it sent chills up his spine.

Her hands trailed down his arms as she slowly kissed his chest. His soft moans alerted her that he was enjoying the feel of her mouth on him. She rested her hands on his waistband of his shorts and looked up at him for approval. He didn't move or say a word; but the smoldering emerald of his eyes said it all for him.

She held her breath as she unbuttoned his shorts and with her fingers crooked in the waistband of his boxer briefs, she slowly pulled them down.

He stood before her completely naked. He marveled at the sight of her, looking at a naked man for the first time. He watched as her eyes grew big, staring at his body. He could sense the fear and anticipation in her; he reached out for her hand. Gently, he placed her hand on his stomach and closed his eyes as she let her fingers trail down his navel and onto his throbbing length.

Chase could not believe that it had finally come to this. All these weeks of wanting Jeff, needing to hear that Southern drawl, aching to touch him, was finally here. She slowly touched him, remembering how he had felt in her hand. "I want this... I want you." She whispered as he kissed her again.

He moved from her lips and kissed her cheek, followed by her neck. As his tongue slowly moved over to her shoulder, he gently pushed down the straps of her camisole. He let the delicate satin fabric slide off her breasts and land in a soft pile at her feet. Without looking at her, he unbuttoned the side of her black wrap skirt and let it fall to the floor. He pulled her closer and kissed her lips.

He could feel her hardened nipples against his chest as he lost himself in her eyes. He gently felt her cotton panties, and with the slightest pressure, he pulled them from her hips. He had to look at her. He needed to see what an angel looked like, completely void of clothes. He stepped back and drank in the utter beauty that was simply, Chase. The soft light from the small lamp on her night stand, created the most amazing shadows across her body. Every curve was defined, every part of her soft skin glowed. The cream colored room, only enhanced her tanned skin as his eyes swept every part of her.

She felt her cheeks flush as he gazed at her. Self-conscious in her nudity she covered her bare breasts with her arm. She held out her hand and walked him toward her bed.

He let her lead him; he would have followed her anywhere. But he stopped at the full length mirror which had yet to be mounted to the wall. He stood behind her and gently moved her arm away from her breasts. "Look at us." He whispered as he kissed her ear. "We were made for each other."

She turned away from the image and leaned her head back to kiss him.

He had to show her how beautiful she was. "Look at yourself, Chase." He said as his voice dripped Southern comfort. He ran his fingertips down her arms and threaded his fingers with hers. He slowly brought her hands up with his and put them around his neck.

"Look at how beautiful you are. You're perfect, Chase. Everything about you is perfect." He whispered letting his hands trail down her naked flesh. He heard her moan as he cupped her breast with one hand and let the other trail down her stomach. "I wanna make love to you." He bent down and caught the back of her knees with is forearm, lifting her off the floor.

She let him carry her to the bed, to which he laid her in the middle of. His newly dye-free dark blonde hair tickled her face as he hovered kissing her. She gently put her hands on the side of his face to hold back the hair and to look him. She had to see his face; to assure her that this was right. She felt him kiss her neck slowly and trail his kisses to her throat.

She felt her breath catch as his mouth made contact with her breast and his tongue slowly swirled around her pink nipple, forcing it to a hardened peak. With his hand he imitated the movements his mouth made on the other breast, causing her to lift her back off the bed.

Her body had responded on its own to his touch. She was so in shock that she was content just to lay there and let him do whatever he wanted, but her body had other ideas. She held onto his arms as he kissed her breasts, not noticing the small moans escaping her lips.

Jeff took his time. He let his kisses lazily trail down her stomach and onto her navel. His tongue gently traced the tiara tattooed on her pelvis as he carefully parted her legs with has arm. He laid on the bed between her legs and place both thighs over his shoulders, allowing her feet to remain on the bed. Looking at her as he opened her, he kissed the very apex of her femininity as though he were kissing her mouth.

She didn't know what she was supposed to do. She had never experienced anything like this in her life. She didn't know whether to watch him, or close her eyes; whether to touch him or just be still. All she knew is she wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

Jeff saw the expression on her face and smiled. He reached one hand up and held her hand tightly, while he guided her other hand to his cheek. "I won't hurt you." He whispered, taking her in his mouth again, gently using his fingers to prepare her for him.

The sweet torture of his tongue and the feel of his fingers was overwhelming. She felt a warmth start at her core and spread down her legs and into her toes. The warmth traveled back up to her stomach, into her breasts and could be seen on her now red cheeks. Before she knew what happened, the warmth seared through her body and a powerful electrical current replaced it, causing her to lift of the bed. She let out a cry and squeezed his hand tightly as her body erupted in soft spasms.

Jeff kissed his way back up her body, resting on his elbows to look at her face. She could feel his length, hard and viral, on her. "Did I...was that...?" She couldn't get the words to come out right.

He smiled and nodded before kissing her again. While he enjoyed her tongue running over his lips, he reached over to the condom tree that she placed next to her bed and pulled one off. He had never really enjoyed using condoms before, but he respected her enough to do so. He wanted this night to be as perfect as she was; there was no room for error and no place for regrets.

He positioned himself between her legs and slowly started to descend into her. She gasped at the feeling of him starting to invade her body, forcing her to dig her fingers into his chest. He found resistance from the layer of skin that was made for the sole purpose of keeping her innocence.

He rubbed his fingers over her dimpled cheek. "This is gonna hurt a little. But I promise I'll make feel better soon." His voice was just above a whisper.

She touched his face. "I trust you."

"Ready?" He asked her, clasping his hands against hers. She nodded in approval.

With one solid thrust, Jeff broke through her ring of resistance and seated himself deep within her. The shock and pain was enough to take her breath away. She laid there unable to move, or scream, until his deep kiss brought her back to the time and place were he was. He moved slowly, circling his hips. Although his instinct was to pump into her hard and fast, he held off, barely moving allowing her time to adjust to his girth.

This is how what he wanted her. There was a sense of possessiveness and protectiveness in him that allowed him to enjoy being the first man to ever make love to her. She was his and he was hers, and no one could take that away from him. No matter what happened after that, he would always know that he was the first.

Chase gripped his hands tightly, and suddenly she noticed that her grip was lessening. She felt her hips gently move with his, her hands caress his back, and the warm satisfaction of Jeff's body inside of her.

He watched her face twist from pain to pleasure as he comfortably moved in and out of her extremely tight warmth. He brought her hand between them, and they both touched her slowly to bring forth another orgasm.

She felt the warmth engulf her again and without warning the blinding climax made her call out his name. Her release along with the gentle massage of her inner cavity, forced his own to spill out of him. If he could have died right then it would have been fine, but, that would mean never having the privilege of making love to her again.

"I love you." He said as he kissed her softly.

Her heart almost leaped out her mouth. She looked into his green eyes. "I love you, too." She tried to keep from crying. She had finally found someone that wanted her, accepted her, that didn't want her to live up to their image of her.

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His appetite for her was unstoppable. That one time would be never be enough. He made love to her repeatedly, amongst all of the boxes, unpacked bags and the general clutter of her new room; neither of them noticing anything but the feel of each other. He was determined to show Chase he loved her, and to teach her the many different kinds of pleasure that making love in different positions could bring.