-Sara's P.O.V-
I was startled awake by an extremely bright flash. It took me a minute to figure out what was going on. I wasn't in my room. I was obviously in the family room, but why? I thought back to last night and remembered that Randy and I had fallen asleep watching a movie. But where the hell had that damn flash come from? Then it dawned on me, John had taken a picture of randy and I sleeping. I picked my head up from Randy's warm chest, he was still soundly asleep. I took his arm off of me and carefully got up, making sure to not wake him up. I paused and looked at him. He looked as if he was at ease. His blue eyes hidden under closed lids, his chest rising and falling in an even rhythm, and his lips were relaxed into a perfect little smile. I'd forgotten why I had gotten up in the first place, until I heard laughing and awing coming from the kitchen. Now I remembered why I'd gotten up and I stomped into the kitchen to find all five of my brothers looking at a camera with smiles on their faces.
"Johnathan Felix-Anthony Cena! What the hell?" I yelled at him. He shushed me and handed his camera to me. I can't lie the picture was completely adorable. My head was on Randy's chest, my arm draped over his waist. Randy had his chin on top of my head, he had the same smile on his lips. His right arm was over his lap and his left was over my right shoulder going around my waist. "Okay, since this is a totally cute picture, I'm not gonna kill you," I told him as I walked over to John, smiling. "But I will do this." I smacked him hard across his chest.
"Ouch!" he yelped and rubbed his chest, where I'm sure there was now a red hand print. We heard footsteps coming into the kitchen, it was Randy. He was yawning and stretching, showing off a golden strip of skin just above the waistband of his sweats.
"What's with the yelling?" he asked in a groggy voice. I looked at my brothers who looked around the room and started whistling to themselves. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, John took a picture of us sleeping-" Randy smacked John on the arm.
"Dude!" John said and rubbed his arm.
"And then I hit him. Hey, John is there a hand print?" I asked him. He glared at me as I laughed.
"So, Randy. How'd your date go?" Dan asked.
"Why don't you ask Sara?" Randy said. Dan immediately looked at me, silently asking me the same question.
"It was perfect. Now, if you don't mind, I'm hungry. So get outta my way you fat asses." I pushed them out of my way so I could reach the refrigerator. I pulled out eggs, milk, and cheese. I made French toast, and scrambled eggs with cheese on top for everyone. "Hey John, where'd mom and dad go?" I asked. I hadn't seen them since three days after he got here. I'd been out of the house so much I just didn't notice.
"They went on a month long cruise. The idiots were probably driving them mad," he said and laughed. Our brothers looked at us, more like glared, but kept quiet as they ate.
"Probably." Everyone except Randy and I had finished their food. The guys left their dishes in the sink, it always drove me insane when there was an empty dishwasher a foot away and they didn't use it. When I finished I excused my self and started putting the dishes in the dishwasher. Randy came up behind me and snaked his arms around my waist.
"How about we go on another date tonight?" he asked. I was so short he had to look down at me and I had to look up other wise I'd be staring at his chest.
"Hmmm, and why would I want to do that Mr. Orton?" I asked coyly.
"Because last night was perfect." His smile made my heart skip a beat and we both knew I was going to say yes.
"Of course. I'd love to go out with you again, Randy." I smiled and went up on my toes to give him a quick kiss. I pulled out of his grip and finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher. After closing the dishwasher I turned around only to see Randy right there. I jumped, not expecting him to be in the same place. I leaned against the counter and tried to slow my heart down, but from how close Randy was to me it was difficult. He placed both hands on either side of me and leaned forward. He took a step towards me, almost making his body flush against mine. My breathing quickened but I hid it. His nose touched mine, leaving mere centimeters between our lips. How bad I wanted to kiss them again! I looked into his eyes, they were focused on mine, so he'd seen me staring at his lips. Longing to feel them on mine again.
"Is there something you'd like me to know, Randal?"
"Just that you are beautiful and you don't need to expose yourself to be noticed."
"I love my job," I told him, knowing what he meant by expose. But he saw through the lie.
"Do you? It doesn't look like it. Just know you can always do something else," he told me.
"Like what?"
"Be a Diva."
"Yeah right." I looked down at my feet. Randy raised my gaze back up to his. He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. The sweet kiss ended far before either of us had wanted it to. "When are we going to dinner?"
"Five?" he asked. I nodded. It was already noon. Randy and I went our separate ways. I went to my room, with an attached bathroom. I took a long shower trying to wash away the effect Randy had on me. I didn't want to fall too fast, right?
"Stupid gorgeous eyes, soft lips, perfect skin, amazing tattoos, perfect body. Stupid male. Damn Randal making me all lovey," I mumbled to myself as I got out of the shower and wrapped up in a towel. I towel dried my hair and walked into my room. I jumped when I saw my brother sitting on my bed with clothes in his hands. "Steve! Get the hell outta my room!" I yelled.
"But I need your help!" He said desperately. I rolled my eyes.
"With what?" I asked.
"Should I wear this tie or this tie?" he asked after holding up two equally ugly ties.
"Neither, they're both hideous. Just a plain light blue button up, black slacks and a black blazer. That's it." I pushed him out my door. I shook my head and turned on my radio. I absent-mindedly started singing along with the song that was playing. I danced around my room as I decided what to wear. I sat down in front of my mirror after getting dressed and glanced at the clock. Wow, it took me four hours to take a shower and find an outfit. I let my hair dry naturally, it had a little bit of wave to it, but not much. I put on a thin line of eyeliner, mascara, pink eyeshadow, and some strawberry lip-gloss. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked okay. I sat and sang along to my radio, waiting for Randy to tell me he was ready.
At exactly 5 there was a knock on my door. But instead of opening it to see one of my brothers I saw Randy. He was smiling. He held out his hand to me. I took it and we walked out to John's truck. We got inside and he drove us to a nice, small Chinese restaurant near the edge of town. The hostess must have recognized randy because she was instantly gushing over him. Saying how much she loved his matches and all that crap. I was starting to get irritated. Did she not notice me there? Or the fact that Randy and I were holding hands?
"Excuse me, can we have our menus now?" I asked, slightly impatient with her fan-girl talk. She glared at me, which Randy noticed and rolled his eyes.
"Wow, what a bitch!" Randy whispered and laughed. I cracked up, I was thinking the exact same thing.
"I know, I hope she doesn't like spit in my food or anything," I whispered and we laughed more. She came back and asked what we wanted. Randy ordered mushu pork and fried rice. I got orange chicken with white rice. The main topic of our conversation over dinner was past loves. Randy's was a woman named Samantha. Their parents were good friends and thought it'd be a good idea for the two to date. They gave it a go, but there was no spark and so they broke it off when randy left for O.V.W. Mine was a guy I dated back in high school named Kyle. We dated for a really long time, almost two years, but I caught him cheating on me. When I told Randy that his fists clenched tight enough to turn his knuckles white, but he continued listening quietly. I only wish I knew how he felt about me.
"You ready to go?" he asked after we finished eating. I nodded and he paid the check.
"Ugh, I really don't feel like going back to the house yet..."
"We don't have to go back to the house."
"What are we gonna do? Stay at a motel?" I asked sarcastically. He looked at me seriously and nodded. I smiled and agreed. He drove us to a small, but seriously expensive motel. I smiled as we entered our room. The clerk gave us a honeymoon suite. After randy closed the door he turned me around and our lips collided. He turned me around to push me against the door. I could feel the heat rolling off of his body, making my temperature rise as well. He ground his hips into mine and I felt the bulge that was contained in his pants.
"Mmmm," I moaned when he lightly bit my ear. Randy trailed kisses down my neck, as he pulled off my jacket. I couldn't take his teasing anymore and changed up the position. His back now against the door, I pulled his hips toward mine as I bit his shoulder, knowing that tattoos made a person's skin more sensitive, especially when they are aroused. He tightened his grip on my hips and started walking me backwards to the bed. He slowly laid me back. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His thumb traced my hip bone when my shirt slid up from being on my back. He pushed my shirt up more until it exposed my belly button, which was pierced. He slid his body down until his eyes were level with my navel. He kissed the piercing and bit my hip.
Fire rushed through me, I'd never felt anything like that before and couldn't stop the moan that escaped. Randy looked up to see my eyes closed and a look of pure pleasure on my face. He popped open the button on my jeans and lowered the zipper. He slid back up my body so that he could kiss me as he slid his hand down the front of my jeans, over my underwear, and lightly pressed a finger to my clit. I gasped and he took the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth. My nails raked across his shoulders. Then my stupid conscience started thinking again.
"Wait, Randy. Stop." I sat up and he looked at me confused.
"What did I do?" He was so cute, he thought he'd done something wrong.
"Nothing, nothing. It was all so amazing, I just... I'm still a virgin. And I'd like to stay that way until I'm married." He let out a sigh of relief.
"Is that all? I thought I did something wrong," he said and chuckled. I shook my head and smiled at him. "Don't worry baby, we can stop. So, was I that good?" he asked. I laughed and smacked his arm playfully. He grinned and kissed me. He pulled us up all the way onto the bed and cradled me against him.
"Thank you, Randy."
"For?"
"Not forcing me."
"Are you kidding?" he chuckled. He kissed the top of my head and played with my hair until my eyes closed and I slipped into dreamland.
