I disclaim again. I only own Charlie and those unknown.
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Chapter Eight – You and Me
All eyes were on the couple descending the stairs, they were transfixed and all jaws slacked. There were no words to describe how elegant, regal, poised, enchanting, chic the couple was, for these words simply did no justice. The way they looked at eachother, the way they moved in sync, the way his right hand rested on his waist and hers hung loosely to her side.
He in a custom fitted black Armani tuxedo with a black shirt and tie that fit so well one could easily see he was physically flawless underneath. Broad shoulders, long thick legs, sculpted chest and abs, and the way her hand was positioned on his arm gave hints to a well chiseled man that took pride in his stature. His shoes shined with precision, his usual yellow gold Rolex had been replaced by his white gold Patek Phillippe timepiece. His hair was styled to perfection, his skin glowed and his cocky aura emanated from every pore. He held his chin high and knew the woman standing next to him was the most stunning creature to ever grace this hotel. He had never been this exhilarated by the woman on his arm.
She was gliding in a Pamela Dennis black satin halter gown with the back and sides completely open. The material sat poised on her sinuous frame and positioned itself just below the hollow of her back and straight down her sides daring the owner to expose her fantastic back side. A slit in the right side of the skirt exposed her long athletic legs and a diamond pin placed strategically on her upper thigh drew one's eye to her alluring limbs. Her Manolo Blahnik black satin pumps with a silver metal floral ankle wrap and Swarovski crystals perfectly complimented her delicate Tiffany lace platinum bracelet with three rows of brilliant diamonds. Her Tiffany rose drop earrings were a stunning gift from Randy.
As they passed by the onlookers he leaned into her and placed an enticing kiss just behind her ear and whispered to her, "You are incredibly beautiful." His lips against her ear brought forth a slight giggle and a barely noticeable tint to her cheeks. She turned into him and subtly took his earlobe into her mouth and teased him. "I do love you." He whispered again and placed a delicate kiss to her perfectly glossed lips. She smiled at him and looked deep into his eyes trying to convey what her heart felt. She wasn't quite ready to say the words aloud and Randy didn't mind, as long as she knew how he felt. A few Eskimo kisses and they were out the door. The limousine would whisk them to the gala so they could focus on eachother during the ride.
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All night Randy complimented her on how stunning she was, he had been blown away by her when she first revealed herself earlier in the evening. He spied her outfit when she hung it up and brought out the shoe box and a small jewelry box. He looked at everything when she went to the spa and googled the jewelry and the shoes. He couldn't believe the prices. The earrings he got her paled in comparison. Where did she get this money? In the times he'd been in the bar there was no way she was pulling in that kind of money. Yes she made quite a profit, but not like that. He figured the more he got to know her the more he'd be privy too.
Charlie loved the gala and seeing the artwork of classical painters, legends and true artists was an experience of a lifetime. They ran into a few celebrities and both were surprised they knew Randy. He was always shocked when they attended wrestling events and showed support. He was patient with her as she walked through the large museum twice. Her explanation was you always miss something and she was right, they found a wing they'd missed. He stood at the entrance to the large room and watched her. The graceful way she walked was like watching her float along the floor. He truly looked at her beauty, how her jewels sparkled, the way the dress fit her every curve, the dress wasn't wearing her, she was wearing the dress. Her hair and make-up were soft and subtle; the arch of her back was causing his loins to scream for her.
He crossed the room with a purpose. Charlie was lost in thought and he had startled her when he approached. His hands snaked around her neck and throat and his lips dove at hers as if his life depended on her kiss. He drank from her, tasted her tongue as if it were the most delicious thing he'd ever had against his own. His mouth was making love to hers and she thought her body was exploding. She let her hands wander into his dinner jacket and make their way around his waist, pulling him closer to her. Randy's left hand drifted down her back and rested just inside her dress, where the curve of her ass began.
He too pressed her into him and let his other hand slowly slip down her side and he teased the exposed skin, running his fingertips at the edge of the dress threatening to touch her breast. If the dress was moved one inch she'd be exposed to his eyes and he was fighting to not do just that and dip his head to run his tongue along her nipple. He did surrender a little and let his thumb peek inside and trace invisible lines under her breast. Charlie's breath caught in her throat and a high pitched moan escaped into Randy's mouth. Her knees became weak as his thumb traced her nipple bringing it to full attention under his command. His kisses mimicked his touch and Charlie was becoming sensually dizzy. His left hand came around to her exposed leg and reached inside her dress to draw circles on her inner thigh, dancing at the lacy perimeter of her panties.
She couldn't concentrate on the kiss anymore and her breathing was ragged. From somewhere she heard a voice, "Randy, please." And he answered her request as his fingers drifted inside her panties. One hand played with her breast and the other toyed with her most feminine features. Two fingers dipped inside and one thumb was drawing erotic designs on the heart of her desires. He brought her to an immediate upward spiral as his hands worked their magic and his mouth conjured tricks along her exposed collarbone. Her head fell back and her hands clung to him for support. She tried not to move her hips against his hand but her whole moment was out of control.
When he felt her completion approaching, his free hand grabbed the back of her head pulling it up and slamming his mouth to hers to muffle her cries of satisfaction. He stayed with her as she came back down and regained her composure. As she straightened herself and fixed her make-up he cleaned his hand with a handkerchief. When she had finally turned around he was wearing his trademark cocky smile and Charlie rolled her eyes. "Fucker." She said and walked away, he laughed and followed her.
They bid their goodnights and headed for the exit. "Rain." Randy said as they stood at the door. When his limo pulled up he threw his jacket over her and an usher walked them with an umbrella.
"I love the rain." Charlie replied with a glint of playfulness in her eye. They cuddled in silence back to the hotel and this time paid no mind to the hoards of people staring at them. They only had eyes and thoughts of eachother. Once in the elevator he held her tight.
"Want to go for a drive or are you tired?" He asked her.
"A drive would be nice. Where are we going?" She said with her eyes closed resting her head on his chest but positioned so she could lick his Adam's apple.
"Don't know, we could drive around the city and see what we see." They wouldn't be going anywhere if she didn't stop.
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They drove through the historic district and Charlie loved it. She wanted to tour the homes that were available and he agreed to go with her even though he'd rather watch amateur bowling or chick's golf. His hand rested on her thigh and her hand rested on his. He found a long driveway that led to an historic home and he pulled over. She looked at him wondering what he was doing on a dark driveway and getting out of the SUV. Morbid thoughts ran through her head but she quickly shook them out. He opened her door and pulled her out with him. The drizzling rain was enough to wet them without drowning them. "What are you doing?" She asked.
He looked at her completely serious. "I'm going to make love to you in the rain." His arms wrapped around her as her brain wrapped around what he just said. He slowly lowered his head and his mouth placed a tantalizing kiss to hers. As the rain sprinkled down on them, Randy's methodical kisses were sensually mind-blowing, his tongue playing with hers in a hypnotic manner. He was thankful she wore a long casual dress, easier to manipulate to his needs. He trailed his kisses to her neck and shoulders eliciting a shiver from her. He licked his way down the center of her chest letting his tongue and teeth expose the tender flesh.
His hands stealthy pulled her dress up giving him access to her legs and femininity. He lifted her to sit on the hood and his eyes held hers as he dipped his head and let his teeth and tongue continue their assault. He hadn't even moved much less removed her panties and she was reaching her orgasm. Charlie was leaning back on her elbows and watching Randy. With the rain still drizzling down, her slightly parted lips, her damp face and body mixed with her mesmerizing heavy lidded eyes almost drove Randy over the edge without her even touching him. The sexuality emanating from her was spellbinding. Watching Randy's tongue make love to her made her arousal lift to never-ending heights. She lay back on the hood and her back arched as her orgasm wracked her body.
As his mouth stayed with her while she came back down he unzipped his pants and lowered them to his thighs. He reached for her wrapping his arms around her and positioning her just above him. He once again ripped her panties from her body and their eyes held as he lowered her onto him. Moans and groans were all the sounds that could be heard other than the rain hitting the car. Randy tried to take his time but watching her beautiful face as he made love to her was almost too much. Charlie removed his shirt kissing and licking his throat and shoulders, pulling his hair gently to give her better access to his jaw line and neck. Her nips at his neck and shoulder sent chills through him and he began pumping harder into her. She watched him as his expressions changed and her lips were featherlike against his; not kisses just lips touching, slightly parted.
She already knew his body and could tell by the final growth of him inside her that he was nearing his own release. He got harder and a little bigger when he was close and Charlie gripped and let go of him with her inner muscles and it made his eyes close and head fall back. "Look at me, baby boy." She pulled his head back up and locked eyes with him again. Her words gave him goosebumps, her movements against him were staggering and if he wasn't holding her up his knees would have definitely given out.
Randy was moaning and groaning and even his voice got a little higher as she drained him of everything he had to give. A few involuntary thrusts and his head fell against her chest. She had to hold him up as his upper body soon relaxed to hers. Delicate kisses were placed all over his face and he never wanted to move, but he did when he felt her body begin to shake. The night air was beginning to get cooler and their wet bodies added to the chill. As they fixed their clothing he couldn't help to once again watch her. He was so in love with Charlie and he began wondering what would happen when he went back to work. Would she travel with him? Visit him? He was told when he returned he was going back to Raw, this meant more traveling, longer work weeks, less free time.
They rode in silence back to the hotel and he held her hand especially tight. She glanced at him every few minutes and knew something was going on in his head. She chose to let it be and let him come to her; she would silently let him know she was here when he needed it. Charlie knew she loved him too and thought about his career. They'd survived the four weeks of his therapy but could they survive the constant throngs of women throwing themselves at him. He said he'd never cheated on Sam, never took fans to bed, never even did more than take a picture, but then how did those pictures get on the internet and who took them? They weren't spontaneous, they were posed and precise. Nothing she could do about that and all she could do now was believe in him, trust him and take him at his word.
They arrived back at the hotel and he held her hand as they walked back inside. In the elevator he hugged her and rested his head on hers. In the suite no words were said, they liked it that way; he just drew a hot bubble bath and peeled her wet clothes from her. Charlie ran her hands along his skin as she removed each piece of clothing from him. He turned on the stereo and found soft music as they climbed into the tub together. She turned her head into him and nuzzled his neck. Randy held her hands in his and looked at them. His mind was definitely somewhere else and he could physically feel his heart aching. "Stay with me, Charlotte." His voice cracked out.
"I'm not going anywhere." She responded and turned to look at him as much as she could. His face was a mask of sadness and she hugged him, squeezed him to her. She whispered to him and let her lips touch his ear, "I love you too."