Chapter 16

Britain arrived at the cottage house in Denver on Saturday; a little after 6pm. Dave had rented the place, so they could have a romantic get away for their anniversary, before his big return to Raw.

"This is beautiful!" She walked out onto the balcony that had a perfect view of the Rocky Mountains. Wonderful rock formations and trees lined the path down to the Jacuzzi covered in trails of jasmine and honey suckles.

"I thought we could have dinner out here tonight." He said walking up to her. Finally he was relaxed enough to do something special for their anniversary. Chase was happy on her own and his career was moving up; he had a lot to celebrate.

She turned around and kissed him softly. "Who's cooking?" She was not in the mood for one of his cooking creations. This was supposed to be a relaxing weekend and the last thing either of them needed right now was, food poisoning.

"I've already taken care of that. It should be delivered soon." He led her back into the house, "And, I ran you a bath and it's in there waiting for you." He leaned in close to her ear, "Dinner should be done by the time you get out."

"Who are you and what have you done with my Davey?" She touched the back of her hand to his forehead to check for fever. The gesture made him laugh.

He took her hand away. "You use to like it when I did romantic things." He use to always go out of his way to make her feel special; but like most men he stopped. She really didn't mind, she was never really into that mushy stuff anyway.

"That's because I was playing hard to get." She smiled. "I had to make you work for sex."

"Well...I worked really, really hard today." He bit his lip before kissing her quickly. "Go take your bath. Relax. I have everything under control."

She walked through the pale yellow and white house and into the bedroom. There was a king size pillow top bed, with fluffy white blankets and mountain of pillows. The room itself was a soft baby yellow, with white trim and three ceiling fans on each side of the slanted ceiling. There was a white dresser, full length mirrors and a white gliding chair that was big enough to fit both of them. The room was cozy, a little girly for him, but she knew he picked it because she would like it.

She looked over the room, before noticing a box that sat on by the pillows on the bed. She walked over to the box and looked at the card. Babe, I thought you would look beautiful in this. Wear it after your bath. Dave

She smiled and opened the gift. Inside she found a beautiful white silk nightgown and robe. It was short, especially for her height and build; holding it up against her body, she noticed that it would only come to the top of her thighs and would probably ride up in the back; the robe wasn't much longer. She couldn't help but to smile. He was horrible at picking out clothes for her, especially lingerie. He always liked things that were way to small or just plain slutty. If she had been about 3 inches shorter, this would have been perfect; but, it was too late now. She was going to wear it, because he asked her to.

She took her gift into the bathroom. "Awe, Dave." She whined at the sight.

There was a large claw foot tub that sat in the middle of the room, filled to the top with bubbles. There were candles on every surface of the bathroom, spilling out her favorite scent; vanilla. There was an Enigma CD playing softly in the room, creating a tranquil feel. She slipped out of her clothes and settled in the tub, softly humming along with 'I Love You, I'll Kill You'.

Britain soaked in the tub, letting the setting that Dave had created soothe her. She wasn't going to let anything spoil her plans for the night of romance that awaited Dave. Although she tried to push all of the other images that weren't of him out of her mind; she kept coming back to one.

When she had gone to visit Chase, she had inadvertently walked in on some weird sexual, body art thing between Chase and Jeff Hardy. She had been tempted to laugh, but quickly dismissed that idea when her father and brother, who were both with her, started asking her questions, as if she had something to do with their bizarre sexual fetish.

She thought about how she had lied to Dave again about her visit with Chase. She had told him that it had been an uneventful visit, but Chase had looked happy. That part wasn't a total lie; most women would be happy to have Jeff Hardy lather them with body paint.

Dave heard her laughing and stuck his head in the door. "What's so funny" He regarded just how naked she was under the bubbles, seeing as how they clung to her wet arm and chest when she sat up in the bathtub.

She shook her head, but couldn't stop laughing. The look on Jeff's face, when he ran out of Chase's room, naked, covered in body pain; and Chase following closely behind him, with the same paint all over her hands and the front of her shirt. She thought that Jeff would shit, right there on the floor. What could he say? The more she thought about it, the harder she laughed.

She couldn't tell Dave, of course. But the tears were starting to roll down her cheeks as remembered hearing Chase say, "I'm not finished with you yet..." before finding them all standing in her living room. Instantly Chase had begun to cry. Why? What was Britain going to do? If Chase knew half of the freaky shit she and Dave did, she wouldn't have been embarrassed at all.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about something funny." Britain said to Dave, trying to regain her composure. She knew he was not going to let up, so she quickly changed the subject. "Why don't you get in here with me...I'll let you scrub my back." She smiled at him. She knew full well what that smile meant, and she knew he knew what it meant too.

"Nope. I'm not going to let you distract me." He turned toward the bathroom door. If he continued to look at that smile, he just might give in. He knew that he couldn't always trust "little Dave" when it came to Britain and getting other things done.

"But a little distraction can be fun." She smiled again, this time draping one of her legs over the side of the tub. She laughed as he shook his head and walked out of the bathroom.

With him gone, she laid back and thought about everything. It had been three years, already? It didn't seem like that long; partly because one of them or both were always traveling. But, they had been through so much in that time. Like the time last year, when she thought she was pregnant. She was so scared, but Dave was calm and supportive. He had really hoped it was true, but she on the other hand was ready to eat rat poison. Dave had even gone to the doctor with her. To her relief, she found out that it was her body reacting to a new form of birth control she was using. Then there was the time that Dave's mom had gotten sick and he had to put her in an assistant living facility. He had felt so guilty about it all, wishing that somehow he could move her in with him; but he wasn't home as it was. Then was Britain's turn to be the supportive one. She sat with Dave and weighed out both choices, ultimately leading to his decision. The day his mom moved into the facility, he cried. Britain held him that entire night and whispered words of encouragement to him.

Their relationship had so many ups and downs, but the one thing that never changed was the way they felt about each other. Even if they disagreed or if he just plain pissed her off; they loved each other. Nothing could come in between them...

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Hunter sat at the bar, nursing his second double of Jack Daniels. He couldn't get the phone call out his mind. How should she call him and say that they should try a separation? They were already separated weren't they? But now she just wanted to make it official. All that meant was when he was back home, he still had to stay in a hotel.

When he had asked Stephanie why, she had given him some lame ass answer; that they didn't know each other anymore.

"Well how the hell are we supposed to get to know each other again, if you want me to move out?" He asked through closed eyes, trying not to yell at her. She was single handedly tearing his world apart. All he wanted was for them to try again. He had never felt love with anybody like that before.

"I can't do this anymore Hunter." She tried to mask her cry over the phone. This was harder than she thought. But she was doing this for him. He needed to decide if he loved her enough to make it work. She was convinced that he was having an affair. Maybe if she let him go, he would come back to her, right? Isn't that how the old saying goes.

"Steph. I don't want this." He pleaded.

"What do you want then?" She asked hoping that he would say that he wanted her and he'd be damned if he was going to give up that easy.

He thought about it. If this is truly what she wanted, he had no right to stop her. He had been a selfish bastard throughout their entire relationship; everything was what he wanted. "I just want you to be happy. If it's me leaving, I'll get my things after the show in Anaheim." He couldn't talk to her anymore. If he stayed on the phone any longer, he would have cried. He hung up the phone and ordered his first drink.

She sat in her office and let the tears ease from her eyes. If he loved me, he would be here with me. Her marriage was over and there was nothing either of them could do about it.

She flipped through her Rolodex and found the number for Charles Bastile, Attorney at Law. There was no point in dragging out the inevitable. She would file for a divorce tonight.

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Britain stepped out onto the patio to find Dave lighting candles. He had changed his clothes too; now he wore only white silk pajama pants. He smiled when he saw her. "You look amazing."

She didn't tell him that the nightgown was too short and was riding up in the back, because she had an ass, unlike the woman in the store that convinced him that this was a good size. She simply thanked him and took the class of champagne he handed to her.

He pulled out her chair and he sat at the table across from her. "Happy anniversary." He clicked his glass against hers.

"Wow, three years. It's been that long?" She smiled. "There were times when I didn't know if you were going to last five minutes, but you learn quickly young grasshopper."

He looked at her, taking in that smile. He was going to do it...he was going to ask her.

"Everything looks great. What is it?" She pulled the top off her plate and gasped. "Schweinebraten? Davey... my favorite."

He nodded. It had taken him forever to find a German restaurant that would deliver and set up. But it was worth it, just to see that smile.

"Bon apetite." He had practiced all day on how to say it with the right accent.

She laughed. "That's French. Auf deutsche ist Gutten apetite." It was that fact that he tried that impressed her.

Their dinner conversation was light and fun. They laughed at the memory of their last anniversary, when he tried to cook plantanos, and ended up having to use the fire extinguisher.

Their meal was finished in no time. "Ausgezeichnet." She tipped her head in approval to him.

"What's that mean?" He asked pouring more champagne into her glass. "It means excellent. Everything was excellent." She had taken a sip and sat her glass back down. He was already reaching over to replace the small sip that she had.

"Are you trying to get me drunk, Dave?" She looked at him with wide eyes.

He hadn't even noticed he had done it. He was just so nervous; he was about to change the entire course of their relationship within a matter of minutes. So maybe subconsciously, if he got her drunk, he wouldn't have to listen all of her excuses why it wouldn't work; but that wasn't on the forefront of his mind.

He nodded. "I want you real liquored up tonight. That way I can have my way with you." He continued to fill her glass to the very top. Then he sat back in his chair and motioned for her to drink up.

She leaned across her plate and looked him in the eye, "Dave, I'm a sure thing. After all of this..." She motioned toward the house, "and this dinner. You're definitely getting some tonight." She noticed the small boyish smile sliding across his face. "If you keep being so sweet, I might just let you do whatever you want to me." She winked, causing him to chuckle.

"Good, then I won't have to make you pay for your half of this dinner." He laughed. He thought about her statement, '...let you do whatever you want...' There were a lot of things that he wanted, but this evening was about them; not him. "So what do you want?" He rested back in his chair and looked her in the eye.

"I want to open presents." Her smile said that it was something devilish and she laughed at his face. That's not exactly what he had in mind; he was hoping there would be some erotic conversation about all of the wicked things they were going to do as soon as they left the table. But presents were always good. "Who goes first?" She asked bouncing in her seat, like she was a child waiting for a present from Santa.

"Me." He nodded his head and laughed at her pout. Britain went into the living room and got out an envelope. When she came back to the table, he was trying to look behind her back.

She walked over to him and sat on his lap. "Happy anniversary." She kissed him and handed him the envelope.

He opened it up and looked at the papers inside arching his eyebrow. "A contract?" He looked at her. A contract hadn't been the anniversary present he was hoping for; a motorcycle yes, but a contract? The writing was too small and there were too many pages for him to read through, but the one thing that caught his eye was, 1606 A Ocean Drive. He knew that address right away; that was her address.

He looked at her and back down at the contract. "I sold my condo." She said watching him browse the legal document.

He dared not let the smile that was trying to break free tickle his lips. If she sold her condo, maybe that meant that she would be moving to Tampa; hopefully in with him. He couldn't hope for that though. Had had been asking her for over a year and she always gave him some crap about her independence. He wasn't even home long enough to interfere with her independence..."Why? You just had the bathroom redone." He tried to search her face for an answer; but he couldn't get past that smile.

"I did it because the buyer wanted it." She took the papers out of his hands. "I've been thinking a lot about it and you're right. I think we should live together...and since your girls are in Tampa, I figured it would be easier for me to move in with you then for you to come to Miami with me." She wrinkled her chin when she said it. She looked at him for some sign of happiness. "I moved some of my stuff there yesterday." She hadn't told him that she was back in Tampa; since he was already in Denver, he didn't need to know.

He let a small groan escape his mouth as he hugged her. This was more than he could have asked for.

"Before I give you your present, I want you to know that I love you. I can't imagine my life without you." He reached over to the tray on the table and pulled out a small felt box. "I know that you're not ready to get married, and I don't want to pressure you into it. But what I'm asking for is a promise. I want you to promise me that when are ready to get married, that it will be me that you want to get married to. I want you to promise me that you will always be in love with me." He opened the box and held the ring out to her. He watched her beautiful eyes well up with tears.

"Damn you Batista." She let her fingers trace the platinum band of the solitaire ring with side stones. It was beautiful, elegant, big!

"I don't want an answer yet. I'll do whatever you decide. I just want you to know that I am willing to be engaged to you for the next 50 years if that's how long it takes." He ran his thumb over her cheek, catching the tears that were falling. "Don't cry." He whispered kissing the other cheek to catch those tears.

She tried to open her mouth to say something, but he quieted her with a kiss. She wanted to tell him yes, but something in her head kept saying no. What if they didn't work out? What if he got tired of her? He had been married twice already, there was something he wasn't doing right, wasn't there?

He slid the ring on her finger. "I want you to wear this, but don't give me an answer until you're ready."

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Dave sat behind Britain on the bed, massaging her shoulders. He smiled at the feel of her melting into his body with each stroke of his hands. He casually had let the straps of her night gown fall off to the sides. Staring at her bare shoulder, he moved her hair over to the other shoulder and slowly kissed it. He moved his way up her shoulder to her neck and let his tongue trace a path to just below her ear.

"Tell me what you want." His whisper caused goose bumps on her skin.

She closed her eyes and held her breath. She loved making love to him; he had this amazing way of making every time feel like the first time. In fact, that's what he had said to her to the first time they were together tell me what you want. Only then she didn't tell him then that she wanted to be in a relationship with someone, and not just a sex object anymore. She didn't tell him that at that time she was tired of sleeping around, or that she had successfully laid most of South America and was just starting on Italy.

When she gasped instead of answering, he asked her again. "Tell me what you want." His warm breath on her ear, made the goose bumps travel to down her arm.

"You know what I want." She answered just as quietly. He always did this; try to make her tell him what she liked. He already knew, but he just had some sick perverted thing about hearing it. Guys are supposed to be visual, not auditory. Talking dirty or being verbal about her sexual preferences was not something she had really ever gotten use to. Oh, she would do it, but usually only in the throes of passion.

He chuckled. He was going to make her say it damn it. He thought back to that night in LA, when she came in drunk. She told him exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it; he loved it. It had turned on him on so much, not that everything she did didn't turn him on...he just needed to hear it. Apparently, she hadn't had enough champagne; but it was all the way in the kitchen and she just fit so perfectly against his body...

"I know. I just want you to tell me." He let his tongue trace the contour of her ear, stopping to gently flick the small gold hoop that she was wearing. "I want to give it to you exactly how you want it."

There was actually one thing she wanted to do, but what if it was too freaky for even him. That thought made her smile; he was a freak, there was no doubt about that. But what she wanted wasn't exactly considered romantic or even desirable to some. It was something that she had never done before. But she secretly regretted telling him no when he had asked a few months ago. She had planned on saving it until she finally got married; a gift to her new husband on their wedding night perhaps. But he had proposed to her, and she had every intention on telling him yes; that is if he would stop kissing her. It was too hard to think straight about that with his lips on her.

He sensed the hesitation in her and spoke in a warm soothing voice. "Whatever it is...I'll do it." He turned her head and kissed her, melting away all of her inhibitions. He let a smile cross his face, when she leaned into his ear and whispered her secret. He licked his lips at the thought of it and gently put his hand inside the front of her nightgown. "I can do that..."

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Chase sat at Jeff's computer trying to figure out the difference between a Duke and a Lord. This Renaissance class was harder than she had thought and it didn't help that Jeff was sitting next to her, looking at her text book as if he was going to come up with something brilliant. He asked more questions than giving her answers.

She had to admit, them being together was easier than she was anticipating. She didn't know how he would be after the last weekend they were together; the weekend they had slept together. She didn't know if he'd be all over her, or if he would try to keep his distance. But he had invited her to his house for the weekend. He was going to Denver on Sunday night and wouldn't see her again until the following weekend when Raw was coming back to California.

"Why do you need to know this shit? They don't do this anymore do they?" He flipped through the book taking note of how beautiful the gowns that the women of that time wore.

She shook her head. "I have to write this paper. It's the first one for this class. It's only got to be 10 pages; it won't take me that long." She said slightly annoyed.

Chase was a bookworm, through and through. She took school very seriously and when she was focused, everything around her bothered her...even Jeff. But he was so cute sitting there, in his black shirt and cut off sweat pants. His hair was up in two Princess Leia buns on the side of his head, letting his newly found burgundy streaks shine through. He had even put on his glasses to make himself look more studious.

She smiled at him and leaned over for a quick kiss. "I promise I'll be more fun once this is done. I just need an hour, two at the most." She took the textbook from him and began to search for the chapter on Absolute Monarchs.

Jeff sighed and stood up. "I'll go downstairs. Let me know if you need somethin'." He kissed her on the head and left out of his bedroom.

For all of ten minutes she was able to concentrate on her paper before the sounds of an ATV engine being turned over and over again, made her go to the window. She watched Jeff, ride up and down his track, making jumps over obstacles and doing donuts in the dirt. She heard a familiar voice yelling at him. She was actually glad to see Matt walking up the course; at least Jeff had someone to play with. Maybe after she finished her paper, that someone would be her...

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"I love you." Dave Batista whispered to Britain as he poured a small amount of body oil on her back. If this were going to enjoyable for both of them, she needed to be completely relaxed. He let his slick hands work small circles across her back and his hands squeeze her sides as he slowly moved downward. When he reached the small of her back, he moved back up and used his thumbs to deeply massage the muscles surrounding her spine.

She loved getting massages from him; but she hated when he asked for them. It wasn't that she didn't like feeling on his muscles; there were just so many of them. The man had muscles in parts of his body that people shouldn't even have muscles, and they were huge. It would take all day to massage him thoroughly and after about 3 minutes, she was tired. But now it was her turn, and if he wasn't careful, she was going to fall asleep.

He leaned over and kissed her shoulders. "Are you sure?" He asked. He couldn't stand the thought of her allowing it because she thought that he had wanted it. He wanted her to want it. When she nodded, he relaxed.

He moved over so that he laid beside her. "Turn over." He whispered, watching how gracefully she did. With his head propped up in his hand, he let his other hand trail down the center of her body down to her navel. She looked up at him and caressed his cheek. She leaned up and kissed him, pulling his head back down to the bed with her.

While his kiss was incredible, she was having a hard time concentrating, because his fingers had found their way lower on her body. The gentle pressure of his fingertips making small circle motions on her most sensitive areas, all but made that kiss seem obsolete.

He broke from the kiss and looked down at his hand, paying particular attention to the way her pelvis moved to counter the rhythm of his strokes. Her body was so responsive to his touch; even after all this time. He leaned over and kissed her shoulder, followed by her collarbone, and then her neck. He moved his hand lower to her thighs and opened them. Placing one of her legs over his, he slowly trailed down her body to the part that was waiting to receive him. At the same time, he gently bit her nipple and placed his fingers inside and began to move them slowly. He smiled to himself when he heard her breathing becoming shallower. He had her relaxed and incredibly needy.

He removed his slick fingers and let them travel lower, to another entrance that had never before been touched. He felt her body tense and her breath catch in her throat, but he had come too far. He repositioned himself so that he was kneeling by her side and let his tongue trail down her body.

She watched him move between her legs, desperately trying not to concentrate on the pain his finger was causing. If that's just one finger, how the hell is going to get that in there? She almost regretted, regretting not letting him do it before. But she wanted this; she wanted to experience something new, with him. Her eyes fluttered shut when she felt his tongue smoothly running around the sides of her heated sexuality. She could tell that he wasn't concentrating on giving her an orgasm, but trying to give her as much pleasure as possible.

The more his mouth moved, the less she even noticed his finger that now started to move slowly in and out of her. Just as his lips brushed the part of her that made her entire body tingle, she felt a sharp contrast, which she could only assume was another finger. Part of her wanted to tell him to stop, but the other part kept feeling that incredible mouth. She was torn, so she did what any other woman in the same position would do; she grabbed his head in order to encourage him to continue.

He understood immediately. She was someone in between pleasure and pain. He inserted his other two fingers where she was much more familiar with having them, and slowly, while still paying her lip service; he moved his hand back and forth. Just as he had hoped, he noticed faint moans from her mouth and her hips move with his hand.

Britain reached down for his other hand and brought it up to her mouth. She took two of his fingers into her mouth and licked them slowly. She then felt him mimic the movements of her tongue on his hand on the lower portion of her body. "I want you inside me." She knew it was inevitable, she was so close, but she didn't want to release that way. She wanted him to be making love to her, for him to feel how much pleasure he was giving her.

He positioned himself so that he knelt between her legs. Easily, he slid her hips up so they rested on his thighs. Without words, only a smoldering gaze, he pushed himself into her; causing them both to gasp. He closed his eyes, against the soft warmth of her body. No matter how many times they had made love before, his body fit into hers perfectly; she still excited him in ways that he didn't know were still possible and he knew that he would never get tired of having her.

She watched intensely as the muscles on his arms and chest flexed. Instead of him pushing into her, he used her hips to push her into him and pull her away. It was something about his strength; the fact that he could so easily man-handle her that turned her on more. She was close, no matter how hard she tried to not give into the feeling; his muscles wouldn't stop flexing.

He studied her face and smiled. He saw that familiar change in her eye color, the way she bit her bottom lip, the tight grip he had on his wrists. He told her how much he loved her, all the things he wanted to do with her, and how much he wanted to marry her; sending her over the edge. When her orgasm hit, he ceased movement and let her ride the wave of pleasure.

She could tell he was close too. He had waited for her to experience pure pleasure first and for that she was grateful. She closed her eyes against the expected pain when she felt the warm body oil hit her skin. And then her eyes flew open on their own. She felt him lay on her and kiss her. It was a soft kiss that increased in intensity slowly. The kind that made her run her fingers through his hair and grab his ears to bring him further into her mouth. She was so lost in the feeling of his kiss that she didn't notice him pushing into her. She bit his lip, hard as he continued to move in deeper. "Oh God." She managed to breath out releasing his lip.

He looked at her with concern. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked softly. This wasn't the first time he had done this, he knew how good it could be; but she would just have to get past the initial shock. "We don't have to do this." He smoothed away the damp hair that clung to her face.

"I want to." She couldn't think straight anymore. He either needed to finish going in or pull out. The limbo was agony, but she wanted this. She wanted him, she knew he wanted this and that was all that was important.

How could he do this knowing it was going to cause her pain? But on the other hand, she was so warm, so tight... "I don't want to hurt you."

Her hands touched his face. "I want to make you feel the same way you make me feel...whatever it takes." She said breathlessly.

He couldn't resist her, no matter what she asked of him, he couldn't tell her no. "I love you." He whispered before kissing her again. He continued to seat himself inside her and paused until she told him to move. He felt her muscles relax around him and as slowly as he could, he pulled out and back in. His strokes were as small as possible, creating the least amount of pain as he could.

She noticed the pain decreasing as his hand started to massage her again. She even felt herself move with him. It really wasn't so bad, granted it was not as nice as other things they had done; but it was something that she would definitely do again, although no time soon.

"Yes." She whimpered as her second orgasm hit.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. He was having a hard time focusing because he could feel the pressure mounting in his body. He kissed her lips softly as she said it again. "Yes...I want to marry you." The next thing he remembered before passing out the feeling that he was drowning. Somewhere between the feeling of her underneath of him, the tightness of her body, his intense orgasm, and her saying yes; he went into sensory overload.