Chapter 6, mostly dialogue but its needed for the characters. Read and Review please...
Randy woke up and looked across the bed, the sunlight was shining across Savannah's face who was sleeping peacefully on Maria's stomach. He still couldn't believe that last night had actually happened. It has always been everyman's fantasy to have two women at once; Randy knew he had often thought about it. But the closest he actually came to going through was it was his right hand and his left hand, that was two right? He knew he could easily convince some girls to go through with it but he seemed to find himself in relationship after relationship, married to Sam and now devoted to Savannah. In all honesty he hadn't slept with any other woman besides Savannah in months except for his routine sex with his wife. So Anna bringing the brunette to him had caught him completely off guard, but in a good way. Just looking at them sleeping in each other's arms like that brought back so many vivid memories of last night. She was something special all right.
As if on cue Savannah began to stir in her sleep, moving around a little bit before finally prying her face off of Maria's body. Anna sat up and looked around the room, obviously trying to figure out where she was in her tired state. When she spotted the diva sleeping next to her it seemed to click as a devilish grin appeared on her face.
"Morning sexy." Randy said, placing a hand on her thigh and leaning down to kiss her.
Savannah gave him a quick peck and scooted up into his arms, "Have fun last night?"
He chuckled, "Do you even have to ask?"
"No I guess not." She replied, laughing at her own foolish question. Of course he had a good time, she was there to witness just how good. Savannah turned her attention to the other woman, pushing a stray hair from her sun soaked face, "She's beautiful isn't she."
"Not as beautiful as you…" Randy said, thumbing her bar leg beneath his hand.
The situation was becoming too sweet for Savannah, so instead of playing off Randy's sweet comment like any normal girl she simply turned over and changed the subject, "So what excuse is Samantha getting when you get home this morning?" She asked, continuing to play with Maria's curly hair.
Randy rolled over and placed soft kisses down her shoulder, "Do I have to think about her already?"
The red head grabbed the white sheet and pulled it up to her face, "Well of course you do Randy…don't you care what she's going to think about when she wakes up and your not there?"
"Honestly no." He stated, his voice clear and serious.
Savannah flipped back over. "Randy did you get into the mini fridge while I was sleeping?"
"Ha-ha," He said in a sarcastic tone, "no Savannah I haven't been drinking, I'm serious. All I want lately is to be with you and everything else is suffering, my work, my marriage, your all I seem to care about."
Everything was spiralling down in front of her, she just wanted Randy to rewind what he had just said and keep it to himself. Because that statement sounded a lot like feelings were getting involved. She didn't want that, she couldn't deal with Randy falling in love with her.
She didn't know what to say to him either but as if by some divine miracle she got a way out…Maria waking up. "What time is it?" The ditzy girl asked, rubbing her big green eyes.
Anna smiled and moved to face her, "About nine thirty sweetie, sleep well?"
The Ottawa native smiled and nodded, running a hand back through her hair. "But as much as I don't want to leave I really should get going, I have a shoot for dot com today." Maria told Savannah, an annoyed Randy looking on. The brunette got up and grabbed her underwear and bra from the bag she had in the closet and slipped them on.
The make-up artist watched the girl intently as she continued to get dressed. Biting her bottom lip as she stared at her, "You've got such a cute little backside." Maria giggled at the comment and when she was fully clothed Anna made her way over to the woman and softly kissed her. "Last night was fun, we should do it again sometime."
Maria looked down nervously and smiled, "I'd like that."
"You have my number," The red head said, walking her to the door. When it closed she knew that she was going to have to face Randy again, she really wasn't in the mood for what he had to say. In a pathetic attempt to avoid him the red headed woman began to gather up her own clothes and slip them on.
"So are we going to talk about this?" Randy asked, propping himself up on his elbow as Savannah scurried around the room collecting her things.
She reached down and grabbed her skirt pulling it up over her hips, "No actually I'd rather just try and forget you said anything."
The mans brows lowered, "Why? Doesn't what I said mean anything to you, I want to know what I'm supposed to do."
Anna was becoming rather irritated, "You wanna know what to do? Do what I'm doing and forget it. Learn to separate your heart and your dick; don't start with this feelings bullshit, you have a wife and a kid at home for that."
"But I can't get you out of my mind." He argued.
"Randy listen to me, we both enjoy what we have…great sex. That's all we are, if you weren't on TV I wouldn't even know your last name. Your problem is maybe the sex is too good; you want it all the time. I'm glad to oblige you but don't confuse you being a horny male for feelings you don't have." Savannah yelled, throwing her hands into the air.
"Are you sure that's all it is?" Randy asked.
"I'm positive," She responded, walking across the room and kissing him lightly. "Now I'll see you in a few days at the house show."
Getting the hell out of that room was Savannah's only option…Randy was loosing his freaking mind. If he was anyone else she would have just sent him packing, but the man was a god in bed…she couldn't let him get away. She just had to convince him to stopping thinking and just give her what she wanted. This couldn't turn into a John situation; he gave a damn and now look where they stood.
Randy just had to be like Savannah and keep his heart out of the bedroom, well be like her if she had a heart to keep out of it.