Chapter 11
"I just...I don't know why you did it, that's all." She whispered, pressing her fingertips to his lips, taking in a shaky breath and closed her eyes as she tried to calm down. 'I'm not good for anyone, Randy, especially you.' She thought sadly, knowing she couldn't go out there crying because Beth would automatically know something was up.
Martina felt his hands rest on her shoulders and lowered her head, not able to stop a few tears from sliding down her cheeks, knowing she had to dry and suck it up. She reached over and placed her hand on his, squeezing it gently. "It's a kiss, nothing harmful." She wiped her tears away, knowing she would have to redo her makeup; though, bruises on her face and cut was gone.
"I did it because I wanted too. And because of your tongue, you did this thing, you licked your lips and I-" He was rambling again.
Martina had the unique power to turn him into a stuttering fool. Randy sighed, letting her step away from him. He had crossed the line; he knew it and would suffer in silence for it. Hoping Ted didn't find out because more than likely the watch dog would probably make the attempt at beating his ass.
Martina slowly turned around to face him, sighing gently and hugged him around the neck, burying her face in it. "Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong. Maybe it's a good thing that I go out there looking a little...disheveled." She slowly pulled back, smiling stronger at him, and tapped his nose with her finger. "You're a wonderful kisser, so it's not like I didn't enjoy it. Now get dressed, we have to meet with Stephanie and Paul." She winked before walking out of the bathroom, fluffing her hair out a little, and walked over to sit on the couch.
"Aw hell." He groaned again, glancing back at the shower with a longing sigh. For a woman who had just been on death's door, looking haggard, she sure rebounded fairly damn well. Groaning and cursing under his breath, Randy began dressing; taking his time and talking his freshly awakened erection back down AGAIN.
"You look...mussed."
"Thanks..."
Martina smiled back at Beth, not realizing the glow coming from her face, lips still slightly swollen as she proceeded to pull the gloss out of her purse, applying more. They were going back to the hotel to change really fast, but Martina planned on wearing what she had on. She didn't like showing her body off and suddenly wondered why Randy wanted to kiss her in the first place.
She was ugly and worthless, accepting it a long time ago. Martina heard it for the past two years from Roger so it sank into her brain, refusing to budge. She wasn't anyone's type; she would never feel love, passion, heat again, even though that kiss Randy gave her moments ago held all of those.
"She looks more than mussed." Cody was trying his best not to sound awed, wondering just what happened in that bathroom, groaning when Ted popped him upside the back of his head again. "What was that for, man?" He whined, looking to his girlfriend for support, groaning when she just shook her head as if to say 'don't involve me'.
"You need to mind your own business and leave the newlyweds alone."
Martina flushed a deep crimson red, cheeks flaming for the third time that night, and looked up when Randy walked out of the bathroom fully dressed. She was starving, knowing they were going out to eat with Stephanie and Paul, and stood up from the couch when he retrieved his bag. Okay, it was going to look weird if they weren't acting like they didn't just have sex, right? Martina walked over to him and wrapped her arm around his waist, leaning against him with a smile, and walked out of the dressing room with Cody, Beth and Ted following.
"Randy, Beth is staying in the suite tonight, is that okay?"
Ted was going to MAIM his friend.
Martina didn't think anything of it…yet.
Given that Randy's thoughts were still drifting back into neutral territory, his mind all but hopped, skipped and jumped, screaming the realization at him. Martina was going to have to sleep with him tonight. Of course, he just smiled and nodded, knowing fully well Ted was going to do the dirty work and maim Cody.
On the ride back to the hotel, it finally hit Martina what Cody said, green eyes widening and stared out the window. 'Oh my god.' She thought, raking a hand through her hair, and knew Randy would be staying in her room tonight.
Since moving her stuff in front of Beth wasn't the best idea. They arrived a few minutes later as Martina stepped out of the SUV, holding Randy's hand again and waited for him to get his bag, before taking the back way. They were already on a tight schedule; luckily she wasn't changing her outfit, unless Randy wanted her too.
"I don't know why I'm changing, Paul won't care." Randy muttered to himself, wondering if there was any way of backing out of this without looking like a complete jackass. Probably not. He glanced down at Martina, arching an eyebrow. "You alright, honey?" He asked softly, wondering if Cody's words had hit home yet.
"Of course." Her mind was adding NOT in a scream to that, keeping the smile on her face and stepped inside the suite, not sure what to do.
Martina felt Randy guiding her to her room, while Beth and Cody went to play Fallout 3, Ted doing his own thing. The door closed gently as Martina walked inside the bathroom and immediately began redoing her makeup, foundation, a little eyeliner and some gloss, seeing Randy come up behind her, staring at him in the mirror. "I'll be out in a minute." She murmured, tossing her things back in her bag and felt him turn her around as their eyes locked, wondering what he wanted.
"I'm sorry." Randy whispered, bending down to press his head to hers. "About everything." That covered her life being shit, the kiss and now having to suffer him sharing a room with her. "I'm especially sorry about-"
"BETH, YOU CHEAT!"
"Him."
"It's not your fault. I should be saying sorry to you, Randy. You've put yourself in a predicament to help me, put your happiness on the line. No, I'M sorry for putting you through this and, somehow, someway, I hope to pay you back one day." Martina blinked the tears away from her eyes, not wanting to redo her makeup, and put a smile on her face. "If you're not in the mood to go to that dinner tonight, I'll understand." He was probably questioning himself why he'd kissed her like he wanted to make love to her, but Martina was trying to push it out of her mind. "I'm aware we have to share a room tonight and I don't mind. The bed's big enough." Martina walked out and started cleaning up her things, which wasn't a lot, needing a distraction.
"I'll call Paul and make our excuses." He said softly, not up to pretending anything at the moment.
He wanted to lie down and go to sleep, which would probably change shortly. He toyed with the idea of sleeping on the floor, but that would just look wrong if someone walked in or something. Which they had no reason to do, but...People never failed to astound him with what they did.
"Are you sure?" Martina asked softly, chewing her bottom lip when he nodded and simply shrugged, before taking the hand band out of her hair, which was still damp. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable then." She murmured softly, sighing when a knock sounded on the door, and opened it to find Ted.
"Randy's shit. I snuck it past the moron couple."
"Thanks..." She took it and turned around, handing it over to Randy, before going over to retrieve her sleeping outfit. With pants and a long sleeved shirt, Martina went into the bathroom and closed the door, starting her shower. She stripped out of her clothes and stepped in the sprays, finally letting the tears flow from her eyes.
Randy whipped out his cell phone, nodding to Martina as she headed into the bathroom, hearing the door close behind her, followed by the shower running. When he heard Paul on the other end, he instantly launched into a spiel about Jessica being tired from the show, jetlagged and all that jazz. Knowing Paul would understand, since she was new to this lifestyle, Randy sighed with relief when Paul said not to worry about it.
"Some other night then? Great man thanks." He hung up with a sigh, groaned. and dropped down on the bed.
Twenty minutes later, Martina walked back out, wearing a deep red long sleeved shirt with matching pants, hair down and brushed, face devoid of makeup. There was no reason for it as she towel dried the rest of her hair before raking a hand through it, seeing Randy had made himself comfortable. It wasn't like he was going to force himself on her.
He wasn't Roger. Taking a deep breath, Martina slid into the bed under the comforter and stared up at the ceiling. The dim lighting from the lamp on the nightstand caused her ring to glisten, along with the gold streaks in her hair.
Randy wasn't asleep. He was reading, lying on top of the blankets in just his pajama bottoms. They were orange with black flames running up the sides, a gift from one of his friends. He'd never worn them before, usually sleeping in nothing or boxers, but due to the currents circumstances, Randy felt it necessary to break them out.
"Feel better?" He asked, folding the page he was on, before shutting the book, looking at her.
"Yeah." She answered, not knowing what else to say and sneaked a glance at the book he was reading, before turning her attention back to the ceiling. "Just letting you know I don't sleep very well so...I hope that doesn't bother you. I'm very quiet; I just like staying up looking out the window."
That and every time she shut her eyes, Roger was in her vision, in her dreams, haunting them continuously. Normally she would cry, but Martina wasn't alone now and couldn't do it in front of Randy, not wanting him to feel any worse than he already did. She meant what she said and hoped this situation came to a close sooner rather than later for both their sanities.
"Now that's going to be a problem. I can't sleep if people are up moving around." Randy said quietly. "I know you said at the window, but…" He shrugged, making a face. "It's just one of my quirks. Why don't you sleep well?" He asked curiously, having a feeling he already knew, but...he wasn't assuming anything, just in case by chance he was wrong.
"I won't get up then; I'll just stay in bed." She murmured quietly, not wanting to do anything to make him more uncomfortable and folded her hands on top of her lap, sighing heavily.
Martina wasn't answering his other question and simply turned on her side, back facing him, and stared ahead at the wall. The only way she was sleeping was if her body shut down on her and forced her to rest or she took something. Either way she didn't foresee either happening, especially with this gorgeous man, who was pretending to be her husband, sleeping in bed with her.
Yet again, in the same night no less, Martina had ignored a question he'd directly asked her. Sighing, Randy moved so he was lying behind her, making sure their bodies weren't touching. "Why won't you answer certain questions?" He asked, knowing she was very likely to ignore that one as well.
If she played dumb, he would just call her on it. Though the only question she could remember not answering was the one he asked moments ago, furrowing her eyebrows together. "Every time I close my eyes, I see him, Randy. I see him and I can actually feel him." Her eyes closed painfully shut, trembling slightly, and took a deep breath to calm down. "He haunts my dreams and, no matter what I do, no matter what I think about, when I go to sleep, he's there hurting me all over again. I wake up feeling the pain. I'm scared to death of falling asleep because I don't want to see him. I want him to go far away."
There really wasn't anything he could say to that, not a damn thing. He couldn't promise to protect her because he couldn't, not from her dreams. He couldn't tell her everything was going to be alright because who honestly knew? Sighing, Randy gently pulled Martina into his arms, trying to comfort her the best way he knew how, holding her tenderly against him.
"I just want him to go away." Martina whispered brokenly, turning around and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest as a few tears fell. She didn't want to do this damn it! She didn't want to cry, but it was inevitable to happen. Martina felt his fingers run through her hair, soothing her in a way she hadn't felt in years, and slowly pulled back as she wiped her tears away. "Sorry." She whispered, sniffling, and knew Randy probably thought even less of her because of how weak she was. "Go to sleep, Randy, I'm fine." Martina was lying, but at the same time, he had to rest more than her because of how strenuous his job was.
Randy shook his head, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her head. "No...don't be sorry; you have nothing to be sorry for, Martina." He murmured, trying not to sound tired even though he was. "Just lie here with me." He yawned, the obvious exhaustion creeping in. "Even if you don't sleep, let me hold you, okay?"
He was so sweet to her; Martina was truly blessed as she nodded, knowing how exhausted he was. She turned over on her side, feeling his strong, muscular, tattooed sleeved arms wrap around her waist, back pressed against his chest. She could feel his heart beat as he took her hand, entwining their fingers together, and closed her eyes. For a brief moment, Martina felt what it was really liked to be loved, to be cherished, lips still burning from his earlier kiss. Slowly, methodically, she ran her fingers up and down his arm, barely brushing skin, soothing him while she stared at the wall, sighing gently.
"Good night Randy." She whispered, more to herself than him, and completely relaxed in his arms.
"Good night, Marti." He whispered back, already half asleep, eyes never opening.
His lips curved into a tired smile, feeling her butterfly touch on his arm. It was lulling him to sleep; she was lulling him to sleep. His arms tightened ever so slightly, enjoying the feel of her pressed against him. There was nothing sexual about it, just pure comfort, knowing she was there safe and sound with him.
That simple movement, and the amount of security she felt in his arms, made Martina fall asleep a little while after him. Martina hadn't slept well in two years and, for the first time in that time span, Martina slept peacefully in a stranger's arms. She knew some things about Randy, but there was so much more about him she wanted to know.
She wasn't good enough for him, Martina knew that much, but while she was pretending to be his wife, she was going to try getting to know Randy better. Her chest rose and fell evenly, softly breathing, and no nightmares plagued her. Though she did dream; it was of the man who held and helped her, who Martina would forever deem as her angel.
"Aww that's so cute." Beth whispered, smacking Cody upside his head lightly, pulling the door shut. "You shouldn't spy on them, it's rude."
"I was just..."
"Peeking."
Since he couldn't tell her the truth, he just nodded, letting Beth think whatever she wanted, and softly closed the door.