"The Gold"
By: Rain
Rating: NC-17
Stacy/Randy
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Chapter 7 - Weakness
The sun poked in through the blinds causing Randy's eyes to slowly open. He felt exhausted and weak, but the feeling of the bed being empty made him push himself up and glance around. Stacy was nowhere to be seen. Other than his breathing the only other sound in the room was the ticking of a grandfather clock that stood in the corner.
The unique hands pointed to read nine thirty. He groaned, wanting to go back to bed, but he couldn't without knowing where Stacy went.
So gathering his strength he slowly climbed out of the huge bed. For a second he debated on whether to search for his pants, but he knew they were going to be a bitch to put on since his knee was seriously unbendable. Instead he grabbed the stain sheet off the bed and wrapped it around his waist.
The stairs were difficult to descend since he was practically hopping on one leg but he used his arms to support himself on the rails and in a moment he was taking a relieving breath at the bottom.
"Stacy?" He called. No answer.
He waited a beat until he heard the distant humming of something. Following the noise, it only got louder as he approached. Finally he made it to the door where the noise was coming from and pushed it open.
Stacy was clad in a tight blue sweat suit with a matching band to hold her silky hair back. She had headphones in her ears and was jogging lightly on a treadmill in what looked to be a private gym. The walls were covered with mirrors and a small television was hanging in one of the corners. There were a few more electronic machines everywhere and a weightlifting stand in the back with dumbbells from 10 to 200lbs.
As Randy surveyed the room, Stacy noticed his reflection in one of the mirrors and turned to him.
Pulling the earpieces out of her ears she greeted him. "Good morning." She said with a smile.
He smiled back. "It sure is."
He watched as she pushed the stop button on the treadmill and stepped off. Her face was tinted red and her was sweaty from the workout, she's never looked more erotic.
"What are you doing out of bed?" She asked with a disapproving eyebrow.
Randy reached out for her and thankfully she let him pull her into his embrace. He held her close and lightly kissed her forehead. She smelt sensational.
"I can't sleep without you." He mumbled as he kissed her lips.
She tenderly moved her mouth with his before they both pulled away. "You're supposed to be resting."
Randy gazed into her intoxicating chestnut eyes as his hands slid down her waist and cuffed her perfect ass. He rubbed her bottom through the material of the thick pants. She grinned in response.
"I can think of something better to do." He grunted.
Feeling all the blood in his body rushing to his groin, he wanted to let her know he needed her now. She intrigued him more than normally; it was exciting being around her. Stacy immediately responded by slowly loosening the sheet from Randy's waiting waist. As the fabric fell to the floor, she eyed his length with intention.
"Well, well, well…" She breathed before taking him in her hands, Randy quickly responded to her touch by gasping and squeezing her rear tightly in his hands. His loins were triggering, he wanted to be inside her now, but the feeling of her hands on him was just as effective.
Leaning in for a kiss, the moment was suddenly interrupted by a loud buzzer. Randy froze an inch short of her lips. They both stared at each other confused before Stacy's eyes widened.
"Oh my God!" She yelled before bending for the sheet and quickly wrapping it around his waist. "Go put some clothes on."
"What? But…" Randy was beginning to panic as well.
"Don't ask just go." She yelled over her shoulder as she ran down the hall.
He wished he knew what the hell was going on; instead he did what she asked and as quickly as he could Randy followed her to the staircase, his things were upstairs. But as they entered the grand hall both halted to a stop.
A small woman stood by the door holding a key in her hand. Her smile immediately faded when she saw Randy. He felt completely naked even though the sheet was partially wrapped around him.
Stacy looked nervously at the shocked woman, then at Randy, then back at the woman.
"Um. Hi mom."
Stacy could still feel the heat in her cheeks from embarrassment. She could barely look her mother in the eye as she prepared breakfast. Her mother just sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee, she too was having a hard time striking up conversation.
That awkward moment in the grand hall was the longest most uncomfortable moment in her life. But she couldn't help feeling awful about Randy. He must've looked like a jerk standing there with only a sheet to cover himself. That wasn't a very good first impression.
Luckily mother excused herself into the kitchen giving Randy a quick break to run upstairs, well actually hop upstairs. Stacy wanted to go help him dress, but she couldn't leave her mother with her thoughts. But it's been almost ten minutes and he still hadn't come down. Not that he's missing much.
Stacy glanced at her mother who was flipping through the latest 'People' magazine.
"I see you've found the spare key." She said as she jellied the crackers.
Kathy Keibler's brown eyes left the magazine to meet her daughter's. "For some reason I wish I hadn't."
Stacy tensed. When she was younger she used to be so close to her mother, but after she joined the wrestling company her distance put a hole in their relationship making the easiest things so hard to talk about.
"You know, you should call first. You can't just…"
Kathy cut her daughter off. "I know. I'm sorry, I was just…" Her mother paused to slam the magazine shut. "I was just so excited to hear you were back home."
Guilt hit Stacy like a bomb. She knew her mother was trying so hard to fit back into her life. She cursed herself for being ungrateful. Finishing the crackers, she brought them to the table and joined her mother.
"Is that the same fella you were kissing on television last night?" Her mother asked as she reached for a cracker.
Stacy nodded. "You still watch it?"
Kathy never really liked wrestling. Though she loved that her daughter was in a successful business, she never found it interesting to watch men beat each other up.
Taking another sip from her coffee Kathy nodded. "I catch what I can. I like watching the ones that take place here. That way if I see you on television I know I'll be seeing you soon."
Feeling a little better Stacy grabbed a cracker as well. "I'm sorry you had to see that earlier."
Kathy shrugged. "It's not like it was that bad to see."
"Mom!" Stacy laughed.
"What!" Kathy held her hands out in defense. "I may be an old woman but that won't stop me from judging a nice body, and that man indeed had a nice body."
Stacy continued to laugh. She always missed her mother's sense of humor, or was it her skill in turning something bad into something good?
"So what's his name?" Kathy asked.
"Randy Orton." Stacy said with a sense of pride.
"Nice name, nice body, what else?" Her mother pushed.
Stacy shrugged. "What do you mean what else?"
Kathy rolled her eyes. "What do you know about this guy? Background, hobbies, family."
"Well he's a few months younger than I. He's nice and healthy, well besides his knee that he just injured yesterday…"
Kathy nodded. "I saw."
"His father was a wrestler as well." Stacy continued. "He was a marine and shockingly he likes to shop."
Her mother stared at her daughter in optimism. "He sounds almost like the last one you introduced me to."
"Who Andy? No mom Randy's nothing like him." Stacy tried but her mom reached for another cracker.
"We'll see. Where is this man anyway? He's been up there nearly twenty minutes."
"He's probably picking up the self respect he has left. You did see him in an awkward position." Stacy answered sarcastically.
Kathy huffed. "Oh for crying out loud, the man runs around in an underwear every week, what's he so nervous about."
"Mom…" Stacy was about to argue but the kitchen door opened revealing a fully clothed Randy in the frame. She tried not to stare since he looked so nice in his white t-shirt and kaki pants.
He looked more than nervous and again Stacy's heart went out to him.
Thankfully her mother stood up and extended her hand to him. "Hi there. I'm Kathy Keibler."
Randy took her hand in his. "Randy Orton."
"So I've heard." Kathy grinned toward her daughter. "Please have a seat."
Not meeting anyone's eye, he limped to the seat next to Stacy. He carefully favored his bad leg as he sunk into the wooden chair. Stacy put her hand on his leg in support. His hand covered hers and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"So." Kathy started with a confident smile on her face. "How's your knee feeling, I saw you took quite a beating to it last night."
Under her hand Stacy felt Randy relax. "It's killing me a bit, but I'll live."
Kathy looked concerned. "Do you need surgery or anything?"
"It's to early to tell right now." He answered. "But I'm just supposed to stay off it for a while."
"Looks like you were doing a good job at that." Kathy remarked.
Randy shot Stacy a nervous look. In retaliation Stacy looked at her mother with pleading eyes.
Kathy laughed it off. "Oh we're all adults here." She reassured. Looking at Randy she smiled again. "Now if Stacy were 17 then we'd have a problem."
Both shared a nervous giggle.
"So Randy why don't you tell us about yourself. Any ex-wives, prison records?" Kathy joked.
Randy laughed and squeezed Stacy's hand again.
The morning went by nicely Stacy learned a lot more about Randy and found that he really knew how to make her mother laugh. Kathy was really warming up and soon Randy was able to call her mother by her first name.
"Kathy, how do you like your hamburgers?" He asked from the grill.
"With lots of greasy French fries." She joked as she helped Stacy carry some drinks and condiments to the picnic table on the patio.
Stacy shook her head. "I really wish he would sit and rest. His knee won't get any better that way." She said watching Randy flip the beef on the grill.
"He's an athlete sweetheart, resting is a sin to him." Kathy replied as she set up the placemats.
Glancing to make sure Randy was busy. Stacy lowered her voice. "So what do you think? I mean really think of him?" Stacy asked with hoping eyes.
"Well…"Kathy started as she eyed Randy.
Stacy bit her lip.
"I think he's wonderful." Kathy announced.
Stacy looked shocked. "Really?"
"Should I not?" Her mother asked with a crocked eyebrow.
Stacy quickly shook her head. "No. No you're right, he is wonderful. I just can't believe you see it too."
"Honey. A woman would have to be blind not to see it."
"It was nice meeting you Randy. You take care of that knee." Kathy instructed as she tightly hugged the tall wrestler. For a second it looked like Randy would intentionally lift the tiny woman off her feet.
"Thank you sweetheart. Nice meeting you." Randy said back.
Kathy turned and embraced Stacy. "You call me. And take care of yourself as well."
"I will mom. Love you." Stacy held her mother longer than usual.
"I love you too."
Both watched as Kathy got inside her car and drove away. When Stacy closed the door she had the biggest smile on her face.
Randy stood with his hands on his hips; he seemed to be putting more weight on his bad knee, which was a good sign.
"What's that smile for?"
Stacy walked toward him. "She loved you."
"Are you serious?"
She nodded.
Randy smiled back at her. "Oh thank God, I could've sworn she thought I was a freak."
"Of course not. Just because she walked in on us about to have sex, and I didn't mention anything about you to her before and you took almost thirty minutes to join us…why did it take you so long anyway?" She curiously asked.
Randy looked away. Stacy just continued looking at him waiting for an answer.
"I uh, had to take care of something." He said gesturing toward his groin.
"Oh." Stacy laughed.
Randy continued to look embarrassed. "Do you know how hard it was to do that knowing you and your mother were in the other room."
The laughter overcame Stacy as he told her. She tried to comfort him but it was too funny. Randy remained serious as he approached her.
"I don't appreciate your laughter." He intimidated. But Stacy mocked him by continuing.
"Wh-What are you gunna do about it." She choked out.
He didn't answer. He didn't have too. As if reading each other's minds both took off at the same time. Stacy ran as fast as she could up the stairs and Randy was right on her tail. She thought she'd have the advantage since he was injured, but that didn't delay him at all. Stacy wasn't even halfway up before she felt Randy's big arms envelope her from behind.
"Randy, we can't fool around tonight, you haven't rested your knee at all today." Stacy tried to sound serious, but excitement was running through her body as he practically carried her to the room.
He grunted in her ear. "I won't need my knee for this."
She giggled all the way to the bed.
The muscles in Randy's arms tightened as the physical therapist slowly bent his knee. It was pure hell going through these exercises, but if he wanted to be back in action by Monday then he'd have to withstand the pain.
"How does that feel?" The therapist asked as she held his leg in a 90-degree angle.
"Fine." Randy lied through gritted teeth.
"Should we try another 5 degrees?" She asked.
Without thinking Randy nodded. The therapist began the procedure and Randy swore he could feel his jaw breaking as he bit down as hard as he could.
"Very good Mr. Orton. You're improving very well." She said straightening his leg again. Randy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now just remember to heat the knee tonight, do not ice it. Okay."
Randy nodded as he picked himself off the ground. He was able to walk well again, it was just hard to run and bend it at all. Other than that, he was feeling fine.
Right now he just wanted to get out of there and go back to Stacy's. The past couple of days have been amazing. Wrestling was a passion to him and he used to hate the seven-day wait between shows, but now he wouldn't mind spending every minute of everyday with Stacy in her huge, but now comfy mansion.
Like she told him, she was a great cook, and her mother was really a nice woman. He loved spending time with them, but more importantly he loved the nights and the mornings when it was just him and Stacy, no work, no errands, nothing, it was always just the two of them.
Because of his injury he was taken off the list of special appearances, house shows, and promotions. He wouldn't have to travel until Monday morning and that was only if he had doctored permission. And since he was out, there was no great storyline for Stacy to fit into, so the two just stayed in the house as much as they could. Other than the daily physical therapy and Stacy's little errands, they were constantly together.
When Randy pulled into the driveway Stacy was already standing outside. She had a big bag hanging from her shoulder and was dressed in jeans and a small blue tank top. She looked phenomenal.
Sliding into the passenger's seat she leaned over and lightly kissed Randy on the cheek.
"You feel like walking?" She asked before reaching for the seatbelt.
Not waiting for an answer she explained. "It's been years since I've been to the zoo."
Randy groaned. He wasn't much of an animal person.
"Oh lighten up. You'll love the Baltimore zoo." She smiled.
Stacy couldn't explain the feeling that thrilled her the past couple of days. For some reason Randy brought out the child in her. Her childhood was wonderful and full of so many great memories; she all of a sudden wanted to share all of them with him.
He looked charming leaning over the safety rail as he pet a baby elephant. Randy had a sort of vibe the animals loved. Every display they passed the animals followed him. Even the Siberian tigers woke from their naps to greet them as they walked into the exhibit.
"Are these the ones whose eyes you aren't supposed to look directly into?" Randy asked as Stacy led him up the glass.
The tigers were always Stacy's favorite. They were beautiful, their fur and eyes, the way they moved. Tigers always had a sense of adventure. Though these ones were locked up, they seemed free.
There were two of them. The bigger, darker tiger was dozing back to sleep on one of the rocks, but not before putting a protective paw over the female who lay right next him. It was true picture moment.
"Look at that." Stacy pointed. "He's protecting his mate from us."
Randy didn't say anything as he gazed at the sleeping cats. His arm slowly embraced her waist Stacy let herself sink into his hold. It was like mirror image. It was a beautiful sight; two civilizations separated by a sheet of glass, yet having so much in common. They protected each other, not just from harm, but also from the world.
"Why do I smell salt water?" Randy asked as they walked hand in hand out of the exhibit hall.
"Because the aquarium is right over there." Stacy answered.
Randy's eyes lit up. "Let's go."
Before they could take another step a group of teenage girls walked up to them. They were clad in uniform hinting toward a school field trip. The skinny red head sized Randy up and down.
"Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to be Randy Orton would you?" She asked nervously.
When Randy didn't answer they all shrieked catching the attention of other spectators. Stacy tensed but Randy looked more than relaxed.
The red head jumped up and down. "Can you just sign my backpack for me please, my brother's gunna flip out." The girl took a black sharper out of one of the pockets before looking at Stacy. "Oh my God. You're Stacy Keibler."
This caused another uproar. Stacy smiled her biggest.
"You have to sign it too." She screamed.
Suddenly another kid came up to them asking for pictures. Both obliged. They took pictures with fans and took pictures together. People were telling them how to pose it was seriously a zoo.
"So are you guys really dating? Like it's not just in the show?" A young brunette asked.
Again neither had to answer before the group screamed in approval.
Cameras flashed as they screamed for the couple to kiss. At first Stacy didn't think it was going to happen, but then she felt Randy pull her to him and slowly dip her until she was inches from the ground. Stacy could only hold on as his lips lowered on hers. Her eyes were closed but she could feel the flashes of the cameras.
The moment was sensual and Stacy wished thee group would vanish so she could enjoy this time with Randy. It wasn't immediate before he let her back up, but she couldn't stand on her two feet, luckily he kept his arm around her for support.
The group thinned out after a while until there were just a few people left. They asked the couple questions especially about Randy's knee and if he'll be able to fight for the belt.
"It looks brutal." A young boy said as he eyed the brace on Randy's knee. Since he had physical therapy earlier, Randy opted to wear basketball shorts revealing his injury.
An hour later they finally entered the aquarium, since it was almost closing time not many people were there. The exhibit was dim, only a tint of blue shone the walls.
Randy led Stacy to where the octopus swam. "It must suck for them." He said. "To have the ability to swim in an ocean, instead they live in a tank smaller than my bathtub."
"Like a caged bird." Stacy whispered watching the eight legs dance.
Randy touched the glass, he seemed deep in concentration. Stacy wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck.
"I love you." She whispered.
His eyes left the tank and he gazed at her with the same emotion in his eyes. He stared at her deeply. "You are one amazing woman."
Standing on her toes, she stretched as far as she could until her lips met his. Randy returned the kiss with more passion. His warmth greeted her tongue and he moaned from the feeling her massaging his mouth. When he pulled away, his breathing thickened. His eyes burned through Stacy when she felt the probing in her center.
"I think it's time to go home." She smiled.
Randy sped into the driveway. His erection was throbbing all the way home. And it didn't help having Stacy inches away from him. He hadn't even come to a complete stop before both had their doors opened.
Even on his bad knee, Randy hobbled to the front door and nearly kicked it open. Pulling Stacy along with him, he ignored the pain and ran up the stairs. Stacy giggled from behind.
Once in the master bedroom he pulled of his shirt and embraced a waiting Stacy. She crushed her lips against his and jumped into his arms causing him to fall back on the bed. They continued the treatment like hungry animals until both their upper bodies were naked.
Randy caressed Stacy's nipples with his mouth enjoying the taste and the satisfied moans escaping her mouth.
Suddenly the tiny ringing of a cell phone sounded. It took a moment for Randy to recognize it was his.
"Ignore it." He grunted before spinning Stacy onto her back. She shrieked with excitement. He knew she liked it when he was rough.
Lying on top of her he devoured her chest, biting and ravishing the sensitive nipples. She arched her back and raked her fingers through his hair. Randy trailed his kisses all the way down to her navel. He felt the tiny goose bumps dot her body.
This excited him more. Pulling enough weight of her to reached the buckle of her jeans; he skillfully unfastened them with one hand and quickly pulled them off the long legs.
She sported a tiny pink thong beneath and Randy had to freeze for a moment to admire the view. She looked up at him with desire in her eyes. Her hair was displayed wildly over the pillow and her chest was pink and erupted. Her stomach pumped rapidly to match her quick breathing and the sweet lace thong that covered the treasure added more erotica to the mist. Her legs were spread enough to invite him, he couldn't wait to feel them wrapped around him.
Reaching for the band of his shorts, he slowly pulled them down exposing his throbbing shaft. The corners of Stacy's mouth lifted and her eyes stared at his length. She reached for him and pulled him down again catching his lips in hers. This time he went for it and darted his tongue into her realm. She moaned against his lips and bucked her hips against his.
Randy took this as the moment and he carefully guided himself into her core. Stacy gasped before deepening the kiss. He felt her except him inside, and he filled her up nicely.
Moving his hips in a steady rhythm, both had to break the kiss to let out a satisfied moan. Randy could already feel the blood pumping in his veins as he thrust deeply inside. Stacy's nails dug into his back again, but he didn't stop her, he always though it added extra flavor.
Within moments they sped the pacing up and all that could be heard was their rapid breathing and their skin harshly beating together. Randy's hands gripped Stacy's wrists as he held them down to the mattress. It wasn't a sign of dominance; he just couldn't have her hands driving him over too soon. She didn't fight; instead she only called out louder as he pumped into her soaking core. Her hips were moving along with his creating more heat between their bodies. It felt as though they were going to burst into flame soon.
Randy could feel his end near, the sharp pressure nearing his erection grew. In retaliation he lowered his head to Stacy's aching breast and capture her sweet nipple. He could feel her body shaking beneath him hinting toward climax.
Quickening the thrusts he harshly licked her until she screamed out in ecstasy. Randy thrust again hitting her deeply, before he too exploded with impact. He tossed his head back and called out her name before collapsing on her limp body.
Stacy tried desperately to catch her breath; Randy thought she might pass out until he rolled off her.
She breathed a thank you, and both calmly waited to come down from their high of passion.
Randy reached out and pulled her to his chest. "I love you." He whispered watching the room continue to spin.
"I love you too." She breathed back before sliding her hands to cup his limp form.
Randy closed his eyes in exhaustion, but his body immediately reacted. "You're going to paralyze me." He joked before moving back on top of her.
The grandfather clock chimed two in the morning, but Randy couldn't fall back asleep. Too many thoughts were going through his mind. The championship, how much he loved Stacy, his knee, how much he loved Stacy…
He looked over at the sleeping diva who looked so peaceful in his arms. He smiled at the thought of how many times they made love that night. He knew that if she woke they'd probably go at it again.
Randy restrained himself from waking her. He seriously loved this woman. She truly was amazing and he was so happy she actually chose him after everything he'd done to her. Well he had more than enough time to make it up to her.
Randy glanced around the room as he thought; he noticed something blinking by his bag. It was his phone, remembering that it rang earlier, his curiosity forced him to see who called.
He slowly guided Stacy out of his grasp before stepping out of bed. Grabbing his phone he noticed one voicemail was left. Only when he checked the number did he recognize who it was.
Rolling his eyes in annoyance he dialed the number and listened to the message.
"Hey Randy, it's Hunter. Congratulations on your match bro, that's great. I just wanted to warn you though, now that you're in line for the championship people are going to be gunning for you. I just think that you should probably take this whole first contender's thing into consideration. Since now I hear your knee isn't your only weakness."
Randy's eyes darted toward Stacy who still slept. His insides rang in alarm as he watched her. His grip tightened on the phone as he listened to the last of Hunter's words.
"…think about it bro."
TBC
Again everyone I'm soooooo sorry about the delay. Had some probs but they're all fixed now. Thank you so much for the reviews and thanks for reading my fic.
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