A/N: Due to the popularity of this story already, I've decided to expand a bit. Besides, can't leave you all hanging by a thread, right? I do not own World Wrestling Entertainment or any of the men or women within (duh).
That following Monday found Katia and two young boys sitting front row in an arena full of screaming fans. She hadn't expected it to be so loud, but in retrospect it made sense. The boys had insisted they wear their favorite John Cena shirts, and had picked one out at a shop for her as well on the way in. She had to admit, it was colorful, and he seemed like a popular choice among fans. Katia had never followed wrestling closely; it was something her brothers always gushed about, imitating their favorites and trying to pull her in.
Randy was backstage, getting ready in his green room for his matches and promos for the night. He had changed into his "uniform" and was sitting on the couch with a water. He had the match on the TV, listening to the early commentary and watching the other guys do their bits. At one point, he thought he saw a familiar face in the crowd, but the camera panned away too quickly for him to be sure. He shook the thought away, focusing on his moves for tonight. CM wasn't one to go easy, and it was just how Randy liked it.
Katia was starting to relax, forgetting the reason she was worried about coming tonight. The boys were ecstatic, and she'd even managed to get them high fives from a few of the superstars. It wasn't until Randy came out to do his promo that her stomach flipped, reminding her. She looked to the entrance ramp, tensing just a bit as he came into view. She knew wrestlers didn't wear much, but she hadn't expected him to be nearly nude. He stalked past, seemingly without noticing her, and climbed into the ring. He climbed the ropes and struck a pose; she couldn't help but think it was a little ridiculous.
Randy was already pumped, his heart hammering in anticipation as the fans cheered for him and his song played. He wasn't going to be out here long; the promo had happened earlier with CM. Now, it was just down to their fight. It was a surprisingly short match, with Randy finishing the other man off with an RKO in no time at all. He was roaring with his victory, basking in the cheers of the fans. Then, he saw her. Clapping and giving a tight-lipped smile, Katia was there at his match, front row. He swallowed, seeing her, and without thinking he climbed out of the ring and approached. She had two small boys with her, who looked up at him with wide eyes full of awe. He gave a nod to each of them before turning his attention back to her.
She'd been stupid to hope he wouldn't notice her sitting front row. How could he not? Katia self-consciously tucked her hair behind her ear, standing tall and keeping a straight face in front of the boys. Randy had acknowledged them both before looking right back at her. A movement from the corner of her eye let Katia know they were being watched; a cameraman had followed the superstar, and she leaned close, frowning as she did.
"You know, they're probably wondering why you singled me out. I hope you have a decent explanation other than our one night stand." She spoke low so no one else would hear them. He blinked, and nodded, puffing up his chest and starting to look seriously pissed.
"I'm going to have security escort you all backstage." He growled at her, causing her stomach to tighten. She worked to keep her face looking somewhat angry at him. "I'll meet you there, away from the cameras." He practically snarled the words, and she was momentarily impressed with his acting ability. She gave her own sneer as he waved security over and explained the situation to them. They were pretty good actors as well, acting the part as they escorted her and the boys to the backstage area. They were left in a dressing suite of sorts, and the boys were quick to hug her, thank her, and start wandering around to explore. She sat on the couch heavily, giving a sigh; tipping her head back and closing her eyes, she waited for Randy to come to them.
They didn't have to wait long. The door opened and he slid through, shutting it quickly behind him and giving a sigh. He had a t-shirt on now, though no real pants, and he turned to see her settled in on his couch. The two boys were now sitting nearby, and were looking at him again in awe. He was impressed, as most kids their age found him intimidating. He walked over to take the chair next to the couch, and Katia sat up to face him properly.
"So, can I ask why you're at my match?" He had been hoping she wasn't a fan, but it was hard to fight the idea now. She rolled her eyes, however, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I'm not some crazed fan, obviously. Any reason you decided not to mention you're a professional wrestler?" Katia arched a brow, challenging him. His own brows went up a bit as he shifted in his chair.
"I try not to flaunt it if it's not necessary. I'm not The Miz." Her brow furrowed in confusion and he waved it off. "Never mind. You still haven't said why you're here." She sat back a bit, effectively leaning away from him. It occurred to her that the boys were listening to every word, and she turned to them with a smile.
"Boys, maybe if you ask Mr. Orton very nicely, he can ask his friend Mr. Cena to come play." The boys looked to him like he was going to give them the greatest Christmas gift in the world. He hadn't expected this, and looked to her. She gave him a pleading look, and it was clear she wanted to speak in private. He gave the boys his own smile, and she was reminded of their night once more. He nodded and stood, heading for the door. He had a few words with who she assumed was security, before returning to his chair.
"John will be here in a little bit. Why don't you guys go sit near the door to wait for him?" They hurried over, and he turned back to Katia. She took a deep breath. "Please don't make me ask again."
"I came because of them." She gestured to the kids who were waiting eagerly for the other superstar. "I bought the tickets months ago, but their father had to work tonight, so I offered to bring them." She shrugged, and he nodded slowly.
"Okay, but a Cena shirt? I mean, I know for a fact they sell my shirts in the shops here too." He smirked, and she couldn't help but laugh a bit. Katia hadn't figured he'd be mad, but one never knew. He frowned a bit after a moment. "Wait, their father…are you…?" He left the question open, though she was quick to shake her head.
"No, no. They're my nephews." She turned to give them a loving smile. "Their father is my brother, and he was a bit busy tonight is all. No big deal." Randy relaxed a bit at that, settling into the chair more comfortably. Katia turned back to him, staying quiet for a few moments while she figured out what to say. She hadn't counted on seeing him again, and definitely not so soon. John came in, and Randy moved to explain a few things to him. John was more than happy to take the kids to the next room, and they were more than happy to follow their hero, especially when he carried them one on each arm. Once they were gone, she turned to Randy.
"So, uh…do we need to talk about the other night?" He seemed a bit off now, not quite as confident as the guy who'd picked her up in the bar a few days ago. She shook her head, moving over a bit and patting the spot on the couch next to her. He took the offered seat, fiddling with his hands.
"Randy, it's no big deal. We're adults, right? So, I happened to view one of your matches." She shrugged, and he looked up at her curiously. "Honestly, it was pretty impressive. Among other things." In that moment, they were too close, in a room that was too empty, and she couldn't help but remember how animalistic he had been in the ring, and in the bedroom. She bit her lip, waiting for him to say something, and his gaze trained on it instantly.
"You know, I wasn't too happy you'd left that morning. Was really looking forward to having another go." He'd suddenly become the predator again, and her breath caught in her throat at the thought of a morning with him. He leaned close, moving to whisper in her ear. "We could always do it again. I'm here for another couple days." She gave a small shiver as his stubble rasped across her cheek.
"I can't tonight." She hated herself for saying it, but it was true. Randy groaned in frustration, dropping his forehead to her shoulder. "I'm sorry, but I have the boys. Any other night, I'm yours." He peeked up at her, and she flushed. "Shit, wait…no, not like that. I mean…oh whatever!" He grinned at her flustered ramblings, sliding closer on the couch. She slid away with a playful glare. "Oh no, you're not trying that tonight. This is the one night you get turned down, Mr. Orton." He growled, and she felt her entire body tighten at the sound.
"Oh come on, Katia." He was pressing even closer now, itching to rip Cena's stupid shirt from her body. She took a deep breath, leaning away as far as she could. "Are you really going to keep a superstar waiting?" She grinned at that, leaning her face in until her lips were inches from his.
"You know, just because you're a superstar…" He looked at her curiously, when she suddenly slipped out of his grasp. She was standing next to the couch, adjusting her shirt and smirking at him now. "I think I'll have you wait just a little bit more." She gathered her things, heading for the door. "You have my number, Viper." With that, she was out the door, and Randy was left to look after her, a bit in shock and a bit impressed.