A/N: Sorry for the delay, life got a little busy… Oh dear, DarkAngelElektra, your review meant so much to me! To the rest of you who didn't take the time to leave a review… shame on you! Hehe. Just wanted to reiterate the fact I own no portion of the WWE. Don't sue me, Vince!
I leave you to your reading! ;)
'Oh, Randal!'
Early on in the night at the club, Cena had gotten the gist of the evening when Chris Irvine deiced to formally start the festivities with a toast: "To John, whose sorry ass will not be missed!"
An impromptu 'going away' party was held for John Cena the very same night of his live televised farewell from the Raw brand. A rather large group of wrestlers had dragged John to a rather mellow club and spent the night drinking. Taking an indecent amount of pleasure in embarrassing the hell out of each other and of ogling any woman who might wander by, the boys all used John's leaving Raw as an excuse to act like drunken teenage boys. The next day would be an 'off' day, but would likely be spent on the road because a house show was scheduled later in the week. Nevertheless, they all relished in the fact that the following morning they would not necessarily have to get up at the butt-crack of dawn.
Throughout the night, some guys left for their hotel rooms and some found pleasure in the beds of women they had courted on the dance floor. Chris was the former. This wasn't to say he had become celibate and bitter, but he simply didn't see anything that had particularly caught his attention. A ring rat here a ring rat there, and a couple girls who looked barely legal and not old enough to drink… he was disinterested for the time being. He wasn't above sleeping with either type, mind you, but Chris had ended the night on a high note. He simply wasn't in the mood to wake up the next morning and awkwardly tell a woman he had to leave for the next city… leaving her a naked lump wrapped in white sheets.
It was one of those nights where a shower and sleep was all that could possibly make Chris any happier. Eyeing his watch in the back of a taxi cab, he noted his vision was impaired and, by proxy, his judgment. He internally patted himself on the back for being responsible; having decided earlier that evening that taking a car to the club would mean he would have to drive back. It would not have been the best decision.
His eyes moved out to look at the relatively rural landscape. In the distance though; he could see that dazzling halo of light from the downtown area of Rutherford. His slightly hazed mind drifted and he scoffed, to think he at one point had been dirt broke and wrestling in Mexico. Now, there he was sitting in the backseat of a cab dressed in designer labels on his way to sleeping in a cool, clean, and safe hotel room. The safety of it all lulled him into thinking he had everything he could possibly want…
But such was not the case. Though a man who pitied himself was far from attractive, he knew there was something missing in his life. He was happy, but he didn't feel complete. There was something missing. His thoughts wandered back to his ex wife and a tight scowl overcame his usually relaxed features. Chris's hands balled into fists and his chest rose dramatically as he huffed away a sigh. He could smell the alcohol on his own breath and he was bothered suddenly by everything around him. The beautiful night sky, the bright lights whooshing past his window, and even the color of the seat he was upon. He was irked by everything because he had no outlet for his anger; not at the moment at least.
What had he done wrong? He asked himself. He had promised Jessica the world… wasn't it the thought that counted, no matter the fact that he hadn't succeeded? Why hadn't she understood that wrestling was his passion? Why hadn't she told him how she felt? Instead of talking to him, she made the decision to move on without him even knowing.
"Stupid bitch," he muttered to himself. His hand came to rub his face and he leaned back in the chair, letting himself sink into it.
Chris didn't want to be that pathetic man who forever lived in the past, but he couldn't help missing the feeling of a warm body he loved curled up against him. There were, of course, times when his carnal desires needed to be sated. It was not hard for him to find a suitable woman to fulfill his physical wants. In the end though, it was just a good fuck which could be easily forgotten when the next came (no pun intended).
He had known what love was and after feeling the great disappointment of losing it, he was well aware of what he was missing. Alas though, there was nothing he could do about it and his loss certainly didn't perturb him as much as you might expect… In fact, he was angry more than depressed. In the end, it was Jessica's loss and one day she'd beg to have him back.
With a chuckle to himself, he noticed all of these melodramatic thoughts came to him after a long day or one too many drinks.
It was around this time that the cab came to a stop at the hotel's cul-de-sac. Paying for the fare, Chris exited without a wayward glance back at the vehicle which had delivered him from the club safely.
Once up in his room, Chris quickly stripped and took a long hot shower, leaning on the wall beside him and letting the searing liquid trail down his form. He stood there easily for almost half an hour before exiting and dressing himself in a pair of boxers. Collapsing on the cold bed, he didn't bother to move under the covers. The alcohol had done its job perfectly, and Christopher dozed in a matter of moments.
Trish had heard about that little get together at a local club for John, but she had decided not to go. She hadn't really wanted to partake because as far as she knew it was more of a thing for the guys. A couple of the other Divas, Candice, Melina, and Layla had gone and tried to get Trish out for the night. Declining politely, she opted to stay in her room. Ordering room service, she ate some fruit, watched a movie and then proceeded to check her e-mails on her laptop. It was a bit boring, yes, but she kept herself away from any situation which could lead to temptation. A sweet woman, it was a quality that often had people confusing her for a good girl. While Trish was far from some sex fiend, she was aware of what desire could lead to.
She loved her husband and there was nothing in this world that would change that, but she was aware that the flesh was weak. She had only been on the road with the WWE again for about three weeks and was still trying to see if the backstage dynamics had changed since she had left. So far, she had come to one conclusion. Whether those men were married or not, they were a temptation and temptation was around every corner.
With her mint-colored silk teddy hidden beneath a black silk robe tightly wrapped around her form, Trish opened her hotel room door curiously. Peeking her head outside, she could hear thunderous steps and the high pitched screams of a woman. She grew nervous about the source of those sounds and clutched the edge of her door; eyeing the empty hall to her left as she was sure whatever was happening would come into view soon. Before she could jump to conclusions she became aware that the woman's screams were laced with laughter. As this realization hit her, she noticed she actually knew that voice.
Running round the corner and into sight, was Barbara, or Kelly Kelly as she was publicly known. She had been that screaming woman and behind her was the large form of Randy Orton, playfully trying to catch her. His were those thundering running steps she had heard.
Rolling her eyes, Trish was about to close the door and get back to… nothing, when she felt herself slightly drawn to the sight of Randy finally grabbing hold of 'Kelly's ' arm. Pulling her to him, his hand gripped the back of her head and he leaned down to take her mouth with furious passion. Accepting his advances, Kelly wrapped her arms around Orton's neck. Pulling him with her, Kelly pressed herself against the opposite wall. Trish had become a hidden voyeur and was slightly ashamed to be invading on what could've been something intimate… But, by God, they should get a room.
Right across from Trish's door, the shameless duo were making quite the scene. Trish hadn't been spotted and doubted she would at this point. The attractive pair was busy pressed up against each other and hungrily groping and kissing. She could hear their heavy breathing from across the hall and the little giggles 'Kelly' was emitting. They obviously had no decency or were just too drunk to notice they were in a hotel hallway.
What happened next though would make Trish's night. A door that just happened to be right beside the passionate couple was flung open. Chris Irvine, with a scowl to rival that of his persona's, stuck his head out and barked, "Barbara is a cock tease, and she's not going to fuck you, Randy… And Bab's, if you are going to ever have sex with anyone, please refrain from doing it outside of my door. My head is killing me and if I have to hear 'oh, Randal!'—" he mocked Barbara's high pitched voice and without finishing his sentence, slammed his door shut with a sharp boom.
Untangling herself from him, Kelly emitted what could be described as a nervous laugh and eyed Randy with an apologetic look. Orton understood the look on her face and frowned dramatically… She really wasn't going to give it up, at least not to him and not tonight. Huffing away from the petite blonde, he muttered something that neither 'Kelly' nor Trish could catch. Walking in the opposite direction, Kelly adjusted her sparse sleeping attire and shuffled off to perhaps reflect on whether Chris had been right about her being a tease, or was just lashing out… They were after all making quite a lot of commotion outside his door… and for about a half-hour earlier right above his room, stomping around and making plenty of noise.
There was an unearthly quiet in the dimly lit hallway now and Trish was expecting some dramatic music to blast through invisible speakers in the way it happened in movies all the time. Obviously this did not occur and Trish softly let her door shut, no sound being emitted simply because it had been open barely an inch to begin with.
Pressing her back against the shut door Trish let out slightly mirthful sigh. Randy and Kelly were going to be the death of each other… and Randy's marriage. Trish wasn't judging. She was simply making an observation. She couldn't blame them either. They were both attractive and rather magnetic individuals. When you really knew them, they were hard to dislike.
Her thoughts then focused on Chris and she had to keep from smiling. Although he had been visibly piqued he had nonetheless been amusing. Even angry, he was the most charismatic individual she had ever known. Replaying his mock of Barbara's voice in her head, Trish let out a small chuckle. Pushing herself away from the door she moved to rummage through her purse on a nearby chair for a couple of aspirins. She had noticed his statement about a headache, and she figured he might be in a need of them.
Obviously, being a wrestler, the chances of Chris not having a couple of aspirins on him was slim. But oddly enough, Trish only thought of helping him, and not whether he would actually need it.
Keeping her room key in one hand and the aspirins in the other, Trish left her room and crossed the small distance between her door and Chris's. She found it amusing that so many superstars had decided to stay in the same hotel, and that by chance, she had gotten a room right across from one.
Rapping softly on the door, she shifted her weight nervously. She wasn't sure how he would receive another disturbance, but she did bring a peace offering. For a moment, in the starkly quiet hallway she could've sworn she heard Chris curse inside his room. She could've possibly imagined it, and brushed it off. It did not take long for a shirtless and slightly disheveled Christopher to open the door. His eyes squared on her and his face instantly softened. Trish had the feeling that had she been anyone else, they would've gotten a firm talking to.
"Hey," his voice was thick and husky, as if he hadn't spoken out loud in a long while. This was obviously not the case, and Trish wondered whether she had gotten him up out of bed.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I figured you'd want these." Raising her hand she showed him the two small white pills which lay in her palm. An awkward smile was on her lips as she realized she was pointing out the fact she had heard his little outburst a couple minutes before. Licking her lips she found herself retracing the features of his face. He was painfully handsome, wasn't he?
He smiled and she was sure she could hear her heart thudding in her ears.
"It's funny, I was about to go downstairs and see if I could buy some. I ran out like a day ago," he clarified. Opening the door wider for her, he stepped to the side and beckoned her to come in. Still hazed from the alcohol he had consumed earlier, he was unaware of how inappropriate it was to invite a married woman into his hotel room. Trish merely smiled and walked past him and into the dimly lit room. She had seemingly forgotten that fact as well. Perhaps she trusted herself too much?
Turning his head to watch her walk into the room, he couldn't help but eye the contours of her form. The silk nightgown she wore clung to her body perfectly and he took a moment to appreciate it, her body that is. Her slim waist led to the faultless curve of her hips and her derrière was the perfect shape. His masculine -and intoxicated- urge was to reach out and give it a nice tap. Thankfully, he refrained from doing so and shut the door audibly.
Walking up behind her, Trish could almost feel the heat of his body before he made an abrupt right. Turning to see where he was going, she noticed he was going over to the sink. Picking up a clear plastic cup, he filled it with some lukewarm tap water. "Am I going to have to answer a riddle to get those?" she heard him ask.
Walking further into the room she took in its state. It was exactly like hers for the most part. Perhaps the mediocre paintings on the wall were different, but not much else. She found herself seated upon a comfortable chair eyeing the television set which happened to be shut off.
What was she doing there? She asked herself. In sparse clothing and in the middle of the night, she was almost asking for trouble. But Christopher was respectful and if she had been able to push away her attraction to other men in the WWE, she could certainly do the same to Chris. After all, this could simply be a little crush. It was a high school term, yes, but it was not exclusively for those who were still paranoid about their GPA or what dress to wear for prom. A grown married woman could have one little, innocent, crush.
Chris had not heard her answer his question and he simply stood back and watched Trish's eyes glaze over as she was wrapped in thought. His judgment was still impaired but he had enough sense to keep from undressing her mentally. He was not himself after more than a couple drinks, and he would hate to ruin a business relationship because he offended a married woman.
After a moment longer, he stepped up a bit closer to her and cleared his throat. He grinned down at her in a friendly way, keeping his physical attraction to her veiled behind his naturally amicable personality. "Are you doing this to torture me?" he asked simply.
Trish snapped out of her stupor and looked up to meet Chris's blue eyes. She felt her heart beat race suddenly and she opened her mouth to speak, but closed it shut only a millisecond afterwards. She struggled to keep her mind focused. Would could he possibly mean by that? "What?" Trish muttered softly, staring up at him nervously and expectantly.
He laughed. A deep rich sound, it filled her and its contagious nature was impossible to deny. Trish let herself chuckle softly, unable to really help herself.
"You're sitting there with aspirin, and you're not letting me have them. Way to be cruel, Trish," he elaborated and did not notice as Trish's form relaxed in her seat.
A soft pricking heat made its way into Trish's cheeks and she blushed lightly. Obviously her thoughts had been elsewhere and she had to stop herself from trying to explain her actions. Chris rubbed the back of his neck and took a small step back, giving the beautiful woman in his room, room to stand up and not find her inches away from his warm shirtless form.
Silently, Trish thanked the heavens for the space and handed Chris the pills quickly. Muttering something about having to get some sleep, the blond female bid 'Jericho' farewell and left hearing Chris send her a wayward 'thank you' and 'goodnight'.
By the time they were both in their respective beds; both Patricia and Christopher thought of each other… both trying to figure out whether they had always had so much chemistry.
A/N: Short, sweet, simple, and… useless? No, I don't think so. I hate fics who have X & Y meet, have sex, fall in love, and run right into drama all in under two weeks flat. Sorry, I like to think that good –long lasting- things take a while to develop. R&R please! Oh, and the next chapter will be longer. Promise!