Chapter 69: Not A Moments' Peace

The next morning, Lauren woke up to the sound of water running in the bathroom. She sat up, only to groan in pain, "Damn! I was hoping it'd be gone once I woke up."

"Sounds like you could use a hot bath," Batista said standing in the doorway, leaving the bathtub to fill up.

"Yes, I definitely could," Lauren smiled as she slowly sat up and started walking over to the bathroom, where Batista assisted her in stripping her clothes and lowering herself into the tub. "This is just what I needed," she sighed in content, "thank you."

"You deserve it, last night was a rough one for you," Batista replied as he sat on the edge.

"Yeah well, that's the business," Lauren said looking up at him with a small smile. Batista could tell she wanted to say something.

"What's wrong honey?" he asked, cupping her cheek in his hand.

"Nothing!" Lauren said, trying to sound happy. Of course, that look from him made her rethink her answer. "I mean it's not a big deal, I just didn't know where you were last night that's all." Batista heaved a heavy sigh, standing up. "Batista?" Lauren asked sitting up in the tub.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there," he told her. Batista heard the water splashing before he felt wet arms around him, and lips on the back of his neck.

"You don't need to apologize," she whispered in his ear. Lauren smiled when she felt him take her hands in his and kiss them. He turned around in her arms and held her to him, a smirk on his face.

"I'll tell you what," Batista started, catching Lauren's interest. "I'm going to take you out tonight. If you promise to be a little patient with me, I'll explain what I was doing last week. Deal?"

Batista was answered with a sweet kiss on his lips. "How about instead..." Lauren said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, "we stay in tonight?" Batista raised a brow, noticing the sexy look in her eyes. His shirt was now completely undone, as her wet hands roamed his chest.

"I like that," he growled, his hands bringing her closer to him to kiss her. The rest of the day basically speaks for itself, and Lauren wasn't very worried about being sore anymore. Seems Batista has the magic touch.

The next morning, Lauren woke up to her phone ringing beside the bed. Batista's arms restricted movement, not that she minded, but she was barely able to get to her phone.

"Hello?" she answered tiredly.

"Ah, Vixen!" Eric Bischoff replied with sickening enthusiasm.

"What do you want Bischoff?" Lauren asked, feeling Batista sit up and try to listen in.

"Well I just wanted to let you know that you and Trish have a title match in two weeks," Bischoff replied.

"And you decided to call me now to tell me this?" Lauren groaned.

"Oh well I thought you'd like to know ahead of time, since she has requested that it be a No Disqualifications match." This had definitely caught Lauren's attention. "And I decided to grant it because of the beat down Trish and Victoria gave you last night. Trish definitely showed that she should get another title shot," Bischoff stated smugly.

"How nice of you to put your input," Lauren growled.

"Well that's not all! Today you and Batista have a photo shoot for the RAW magazine. Be ready in 2 hours so the limo can pick you up. Goodbye," Bischoff said before hanging up.

"Asshole." Lauren said quietly and hung up before lying back down.

"What's going on?" Batista asked. Lauren described the match, the photo shoot and didn't skip on the smart-ass comments made by Bischoff. "Well don't listen to him. You're gonna do great against Trish."

"You're not gonna try to talk me out of changing the match?" Lauren asked him curiously.

Batista heaved a sigh and looked down at the sheets, taking her hand in his. "Lauren," he started, kissing her palm. "I love you. But this is your career, and I know that I don't have any right to get in the way. If you want this match as it is, then I'm going to support you. You're not also my girl, but you're a WWE Diva, and this is what WWE Divas do."

Lauren was close to tears as she leaned in and kissed him sweetly. "I don't know where you came from, but I'm glad you're here." They both chuckled as they got out of bed, grabbed a shower and got dressed to head over to the photo shoot.

Both superstars with their titles in their hands walked in, already separated to get ready for their sessions. Batista had changed into his wrestling gear, and had light makeup put on him before he walked out. The photographers led him over to the set, where they waited for Vixen. Neither of the superstars realized that they were both going to be on the cover of the magazine. As soon as Vixen's door opened, Batista's jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

Vixen was wearing a very short black skirt, heels that reached her knees, fingerless gloves, and a green camo halter top that split in the middle but was tied with black ribbon. To say the least, it didn't leave much to the imagination, but no one was complaining.

Vixen walked confidently up to him, her title on her shoulder and a smirk on her lips. "I take it you like?" she asked.

"Am I that obvious?" he whispered huskily, kissing her. Both of them chuckled, before being told by the photographers to start posing. The first few pictures were just the two of them standing back to back with their titles. The next ones were both of them facing each other, their arms around each other's waists. Batista spun Vixen around to have her back to him as he held her. Both of them faced the camera, while Vixen reached behind her and laid her hand behind his head.

"That's great guys! We just want a little more...well..." the photographer stuttered. Both Vixen and Batista looked at each other with smirks.

"Something like this?" Vixen asked as she turned to face Batista and wrapped a leg around him as he dipped her.

"Perfect!" they all exclaimed. Batista and Vixen were having the time of their lives, as Batista surprised Vixen by lifting her into his arms, holding both her and his title.

After about an hour, they decided to call it a day and changed to head back to the hotel. "Now THAT was hot!" Lauren stated once they were in the limo.

"Who says it was over?" Batista asked with a raised brow.

"Well I need nourishment for those kinds of activities young man," Lauren chuckled. "I haven't eaten all day, I'm starving!"

"Yeah me too. We'll grab something before we head to the hotel," Batista replied as he told the driver to take them to Bob Evans. Once they were finished eating they finally made it back to the hotel.

"I think I should hit the gym and workout a little bit," Lauren suggested.

"I'm gonna grab some more shuteye. Damn Bischoff," Batista mumbled as he plopped down onto the bed. Lauren laughed at him as she grabbed her gym gear and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before heading down to the gym.

Lauren received a pleasant surprise when she got down there, seeing her two best friends already working out. "Hey guys!" she greeted as they both waved.

"What have you been up to?" Lita asked from the punching bag.

"Just got finished a photo shoot with Batista," Lauren replied as she started stretching.

"Oh, that sounds hot!" Stacy winked from the treadmill.

"Oh trust me, it was," Lauren sighed. While the three friends were gossiping, an unexpected and unwelcome visitor appeared.

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. Better ones will be coming, I promise! Lol. Thanks as always for the reviews :)