Chapter 10
"Who is Beth?" Martina asked curiously, looking up at Randy, before Ted joined her other side, smiling back at him, while they kept walking.
"Coddles' girlfriend." Ted snorted, shaking his head. "It's mildly interesting considering she can break him in half."
Martina blinked, wondering if that was true as they walked back inside Legacy's locker room, Randy guiding her to the couch, releasing her.
"Beth is actually thicker than Cody is." Randy explained, seeing the look on her face, and dropped down onto the couch beside her. "She's not fat, just built. She's all woman, don't get me wrong. I mean, I don't look at her or anything, I'm just- I am so digging a hole with my mouth, aren't I?"
Martina giggled softly and felt him bring her legs up to drape across his lap, leaning her head back against the couch, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "She's a beautiful woman in other words?" Martina clarified, looking downright amused at Randy's flustered state, green eyes twinkling.
"She is, inside and out. Though Ted wasn't kidding; if she wanted too, she could bend Cody like a twig and snap his scrawny ass in half. She's got a temper on her." Randy said, amused by her delight. "You think my rambling is funny? That's mean, darling wife."
"You look adorable when you ramble and then even cuter when you realize you're doing it." She replied with a heart stopping smile, Ted having left them alone again, feeling Randy run his hand up and down her lower leg, sighing in contentment. She wondered briefly if Randy had anything planned for the evening; deciding if he did, he would let her know. "I can't help it; I'm an observant person and looking forward to meeting this woman who puts Cody in his place."
"You'll probably meet her before the night is out; Cody tends to sneak her into the room when he thinks we're asleep." Randy said with a snort, shaking his head. "She always bunks with a few of the other Divas, but..." He shrugged, wondering when the pair would just start getting their rooms together instead of this catting around crap. "Tonight, do you mind going out with Paul and Stephanie?"
"It's up to you, Randy. I'm not very sociable, but I'm going to have to learn to be, right?" When he nodded, Martina smiled back at him and reached over, running her knuckles down his face gently before pulling back. "So only if you want too." She had a feeling Randy would want to go out with Paul and Stephanie simply to get her in a new environment; not to mention this could be a real chance to do some research as far as married couples went. "We're going aren't we?" She giggled when he nodded, patting his hand to let him know she really didn't mind.
If this was what marriage was like; just enjoying being around someone, Randy could handle it, especially when Martina loosened up a little bit, smiling more freely. She was beautiful when she didn't smile, but when she flashed those pearly whites, she was stunning. How could ANYONE hurt her? That man –dog- had to be blind; on drugs, something...Who in their right mind could treat Martina that way?
Randy had his match along with Ted and Cody, leaving Martina inside the dressing room alone. She looked up when the door opened, a stunning blonde walking in. "You must be Beth." She just had a feeling, standing up from the couch, and extended her hand. "I'm Jessica Orton, Randy's wife."
"Ooohhh..." Beth had to take a minute to remember who she was, then it came to her what Cody said. "Nice to meet you, are they still out in the ring?" She'd just gotten back from taking a shower in the Divas locker room, dressed in a red halter top with blue jeans, platinum blonde hair pooling down her back and over her shoulders.
"They should be back any minute."
"Mind if I wait with you?"
"Not at all."
Beth made herself comfortable, studying Randy's wife thoughtfully. "So...you and Randy..." Randy had gotten married; now that was a shock and a half. "I'm going to break that boy's leg for not inviting me. Was it a rushed thing or romantic?"
"We met in a coffee shop. He accidentally had my order and vise versa and we immediately hit it off. We dated for a few months without anyone knowing before he popped the question and we flew to Vegas. It was both rushed and romantic all in one." Martina was a natural at this, flashing a smile, and stared down at the beautiful diamond ring on her finger. "It was the happiest moment of my life and I love him." She wasn't sure why she said that last part, but figured that's what a wife was supposed to say regarding her husband. Love, honor, trust; the whole schpeal. "So how long have you and Cody been together?"
Randy had managed to hide her for a few months? That made very little sense to Beth, especially considering Randy rarely took time away from the road. But...she didn't say anything, just smiled.
"Forever." She laughed. "Not really, but it feels that way sometimes. Long enough to know that marriage isn't happening for awhile. Love him to death, but my Mr. Coddles would pop the question to his gaming stuff before me."
Martina laughed softly, nodding in understanding. "I don't doubt that for some reason."
The girls laughed as they started talking about how Cody received his nickname of Mr. Coddles to begin with. Martina was biting back pain from laughing too much, but didn't show it, considering she'd been through a lot worse in the span of two years, until recently. They were still giggling when Legacy walked in, Martina instantly meeting Randy's gaze, not believing how delicious he looked covered in sweat.
Beth nudged her playfully, blue eyes sparkling. "Why don't you go join your hubby in the shower?" She suggested, giggling at the look on Martina's face.
Martina was in FULL panic mode now as she looked back at Randy, keeping that smile on her face, but at the same time...what the hell were they going to do? 'Oh god please, please think of SOMETHING!' She thought frantically, feeling Beth push her up from the couch.
"That's a hell of an idea."
Martina was going to kill Cody.
Of course Cody was going to die and the look in Ted's eyes told him flat out it would be a very painful death. But, in the end, it was probably going to be worth it, providing Martina didn't freak out or something. Or Randy doing something stupid and, now that she was in there, he was regretting putting his two cents in.
"Feel free honey, I smell." Randy said with an easy grin, knowing fully well she was probably having a panic attack. He raised his arm and sniffed, making a face. "Yeah, come on in with me."
"That's just sick, man. Jessie, you can hide with me."
"Now, now Teddy, they're newlyweds and I'm sure she'd love to spend some time with her husband. Go on honey, I'll keep these boys tamed." Beth winked, having not a clue what she was doing, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, if you insist..." Martina had no choice, but there was no way she was getting in that shower with Randy, glad there was a door. She followed Randy inside the bathroom, after taking his extended hand, blushing when he kissed the back of it, releasing it as soon as they were in the bathroom alone. Beth could be persistent when she wanted to be; not to mention she probably wanted a few minutes alone with Cody. "I'll just...umm...sit here and wait." Then a thought occurred to her, she was supposed to be SHOWERING with her husband, which meant her hair had to be wet.
Randy had obviously cottoned onto this problem and was frowning. He didn't mind her being in there with him. He had nothing to hide, but what was probably going to be one hell of an impressive erection. He got the shower going; it would give them some cover so they could talk, locking the door as well, hearing Beth giggling some more and vowed to throttle her by her pretty neck.
"Um..."
There was no way she could let Randy see her naked body, tears forming in her eyes, and wrapped her arms around herself. She seen a sink was in there and suddenly got an idea, taking a deep breath. The makeup she would explain along with her bag being in there, nothing more nothing less. Dipping her head forward, Martina proceeded to wet down her hair in the sink, after taking the brown head band out, making sure to make it thorough, needing to be careful so she didn't get her shirt wet. She also didn't notice Randy was watching her every move as she slowly pulled back, grabbing the first towel she could find and wrapped it around her head tightly, before pulling her head back up.
"Problem solved."
Talk about cheating. Nodding, Randy turned his back to her and removed his boots, bringing one foot up at a time. Then he slid his trunks down, stepping out of them and moved into the shower, closing the glass door behind him.
"Heaven." He groaned, feeling the hot water beating down on him. His male mind screamed at him, 'It'd be better with her in here you moron!'
He didn't want to see her; she was sure of it as Martina towel dried her hair while he took his shower, hearing him groan and felt something twinge inside of her. Was that...desire? Martina shook herself mentally and proceeded to finger comb her hair, before pulling the head band back over her head, seeing her makeup hadn't been ruined and kept her back to the shower since it was a see-through glass door. Martina suddenly wondered how far playing Randy's wife would go, swallowing hard.
Randy was wondering the same thing. How far...Oh man, this was a fake marriage. This was nothing except a way to keep Martina safe, nothing more nothing less. She had NO interest in him THAT way and, even if she did, she wasn't mentally ready for a relationship, much less a bedroom encounter. He had to stop being such a 'man' as his mother would have termed it.
"Fuck!" He hissed, almost smacking his own dick. 'Go DOWN!' He thought frantically.
Martina didn't even WANT to know what he was doing in there, trying to block it out as she wiped down the sink, before jumping up to sit on it, keeping her head down and staring at the ring thoughtfully. How far would be whatever it took is what Martina boiled it down too. That meant she would have to start kissing Randy in public, showing him affection, feeling more tears sting her eyes. No man wanted her; she was a broken mess, full of pain and baggage. Sighing, Martina managed to blink the tears away and heard the shower shut off, before Randy stepped out, jumping down from the sink carefully.
Randy felt better, marginally. He had won the battle with his body by picturing the most disgusting thing ever in this world and beyond. Of course, there was the slight risk that now he'd never be able to get an erection ever again, but it was necessary. He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist, staring at her intently.
"You alright?" He murmured, trying to keep his voice low so nobody else to hear.
"Yes, I'm fine." She whispered in return, staring back into his deep blue eyes as he stepped toward her, cracking a hesitant smile back at him. "I'll meet you out there."
She went to walk out and was stopped by a hand on her arm, staring back at him, and felt Randy pull her back into his arms. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest, not able to pull away from his gaze and tried not to look nervous or apprehensive, though her body was tensed. For good reason. Her pink tongue snaked out to wet her dry lips, knowing she would need more gloss, hands pressed gently against his bare, wet chest.
"Aw hell, you had too, didn't you?" Randy murmured, more or less speaking aloud to himself, blue eyes darkening with passion he was doing his best to restrain. At least now he knew his dick was still working. He bent down and brushed his lips gently against hers; the kiss was brief, not wanting to scare her, but at the same time, needing just one small, sweet taste of those luscious, pink lips.
She was confused by what he said, but that quickly diminished as soon as Martina felt his lips on hers, trembling slightly, eyes drifting closed. One small, gentle brush quickly turned into something passionate as Randy's arms tightened around her. His tongue swiped across her lips, knowing he could taste the last traces of her strawberry gloss, letting a shaky moan escape her.
His lips felt wonderful against hers, so soft and almost delicate, everything she had hoped they would be and more. When her back connected with the wall, Martina gripped his arms and slid her hands up his shoulders to his neck, wrapping her arms around it, pressing herself against him fully. It'd been so long since she felt so safe and beautiful, Randy's kiss made her feel those plus more. It was almost as if he wanted her, no matter what she may look like, which is what made Martina respond to this in the first place.
The fact that she wasn't freaking out, kneeing him in the balls or doing anything else besides kissing him back, damn near knocked Randy for a loop. Growling hungrily, his hands moved down to cup her ass, leaning into her. Though, at the same time, he was mindful of her bruised body and ribs.
When Martina couldn't breathe, as much as she detested doing so, she pulled back and broke the kiss, breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly, lips swollen. Her knees were trembling, the amount of desire coursing through her body overwhelming to say the least. She opened and closed her mouth several times, but nothing was coming out; it was almost as if that kiss stopped her voice box from working. Her hands rested gently on his shoulders, before sliding down his arms, finally falling at her sides, the passion haze that kiss put her in slowly lifting from her mind, allowing her to think rationally. She had no idea what to say to Randy and just stood there, frozen solid, with wide jade eyes.
She was looking at him like...well, he couldn't tell actually, his own daze receding, leaving him feeling like a jackass. "Jessie?" He whispered, reaching out to gently run a finger down the side of her face. He would have given anything he possessed to know just what was going through her mind at that moment.
"I-I'm fine..." She stammered out quietly, the feeling slowly coming back in her limbs, sighing gently. He saw her as Jessica Orton, not the woman who, only a week ago, had been on her deathbed; beaten, battered and bruised heavily. She slowly pulled away from him, tears shining in her eyes, wondering what he was thinking as she wrapped her arms around herself. "Why did you-" Martina stopped before even letting the question come out of her mouth. "I'll leave you to get dressed, Randy."
Randy knew damn well who she was, but had promised himself he wouldn't call her anything except Jessica when they weren't in a hotel room or something. "Martina..." He whispered softly, reaching out for her. "I'm sorry; I didn't stop and think about what I was doing."
It was all too obvious she was regretting that kiss.