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Chapter 6 - Personal Fight Club
A/N: Hi all! Nikki here, bringing you chapter 6!
Disclaimer: I do not own World Wrestling Entertainment, because I am a frog. Well, not really.
Chapter Summary: Ken realizes he and Melina have different flights, and Melina finds that Dave is on hers. Ken can only speculate...
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"What the hell?!" Melina exclaimed, still unable to believe that she and Ken were in the same bed. Ken stirred, obviously not awakened with as much concern for his comfort as Melina had been. As Ken's cloudy, green eyes opened and fell upon her, he looked thoroughly perplexed at the situation.
"What am I doing in your bed?" Melina squealed, throwing off the covers and jumping into a standing position on the floor.
"Hell if I know," Ken replied, sitting up before resting his throbbing head in his hand. Melina's head of messy curls whipped around the room, searching for the answer as though it would be on one of the walls. She looked from Ken, to the window, to the door and everywhere in between, sorting through all the possibilities.
"We didn't...?" She asked him suggestively, still breathing heavily at her sudden movement. His head shot up to face her, and he shook his head.
"No, of course not. You probably just walked in here last night," he said, getting out of bed as well. Melina responded with incredulous laughter.
"Yeah right! Why would I do that?" She wondered, understandably upset with the incident. She was, after all, in a relationship with another man.
"I don't know! Maybe you were sleepwalking," Ken stated, pulling a t-shirt on, sarcastically assuming that Melina would become hysterical otherwise.
Melina's mouth fell open, and she started nodding vigorously.
"Yeah, that has to be what happened. I'm sure you're right," she agreed, her fears becoming calmed ever so slightly. It seemed a little strange though. She had never once been a sleepwalker before. Why now?
Melina glanced at Ken's alarm clock to see that it was 7:18 in the morning, and she remembered an errand that she'd forgotten to run.
"What is it?" Ken questioned her, noticing the pensive expression she had.
"I forgot I had to go back to the other hotel to get the rest of my stuff. Hopefully, Dave will be gone before I get there," Melina stated firmly, not in any mood to see Dave. Her morning was already off to a rough start, or so she wanted to think. There was a slight sense of comfort and being well rested that she had not experienced in quite a while.
"Want me to go with you just in case?" Ken asked, his voice still sounding very tired. Melina gave him a small smile.
"Nah, it's cool. I'll be fine," she answered, taking a small hair tie from her wrist and piling her hair up on top of her head in a sloppy bun.
"But, aren't you two on the same flight? On a...different flight than...me?" Ken inquired, his sleepy mind coming to a startling realization mid-thought. Melina stared at him and groaned, and any small twinge of happiness she had acquired had been chased into a dark corner.
"I guess there's no getting out of that. Hopefully, he'll have enough sense not to say a word to me," Melina grumbled, folding her arms against her chest.
"He better not say anything," Ken muttered under his breath. He wasn't ashamed to admit it. He was beyond worried about her being on the same plane as Dave without him there. However, his specific intentions on that subject were blurry, even to himself. Was he worried that Dave might threaten or hurt Melina? Or was he worried that something completely opposite of that would happen? That they might patch things up?
Melina grimaced at how unclean she felt. She had never gotten the chance to take a shower the previous day, and most of her clean clothes were at Dave's hotel.
"I need a shower," she thought aloud, holding her arms out to circulate some cool air to the skin that was covered by her loose hoodie.
"Take one," Ken said shortly, moving around some of the items on the bedside table distractedly. Melina fought the urge to scold him about his attitude, but she knew he was always like this in the morning.
"The only thing I have to put on afterwards is a pair of jeans. I don't have a clean shirt," she whined, fanning her face with her hand. There was an oddly warm atmosphere in the bedroom. Ken made a sound of understanding, before resorting to pawing through his suitcase, as though looking for something. He took a second to look up at her.
"T-shirt okay?" He asked, to which she nodded.
As usual, she felt the urge to chuckle at this. It felt kind of odd to know she was going to be wearing his clothes, probably because most girls only did this with their boyfriend's clothes.
Much to Melina's chagrin, Ken pulled out a blue and black Mr. Kennedy t-shirt. She took it, but only reluctantly. As she turned to go into the bathroom, she couldn't help but speak her mind.
"Dave is just gonna love this," she sighed, worriedly. She could've swore she heard Ken snickering behind her.
After the steamy shower lifted her spirits, as well as her cleanliness, Melina changed into her favorite pair of jeans as well as the shirt Ken had given her. She caught a look at herself in the mirror and had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing at the sight of Mr. Kennedy's giant mirrored K's glaring from her stomach and chest.
She tried to ignore the comical irony, and retrieved her hair brush, struggling to force through the tangled knots her hair had become, before deciding to let it air-dry.
She winced at herself in the mirror, remembering that she wasn't wearing any make-up. She took to literally running out of the bathroom, searching for her gym bag. She found it near the living room area, next to the couch where Ken sat, watching cartoons.
Ken looked at her, exasperated, and got off the couch as she ran for the bag. He jumped in front of the bag, preventing her from getting to it. She glared up at him, annoyed.
"Whatcha doin'?" He asked, chewing on that God-forsaken gum. Melina groaned. This was so...like him in every way.
"I'm trying to get to my bag, if you don't mind," she answered, struggling to get around him. He held out his arms to keep her in place.
"Actually, I do. You're not going in your bag for make-up, are ya? Ya see, I'm not gonna let you cover up that pretty face of yours," he stated, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face. Melina narrowed her eyes at him evilly, but then softened under his gaze.
"Aw, you think I'm pretty? That's nice and everything, but seriously, move..." she replied, before making another attempt to slide around him. He stepped to the left, still blocking her path.
"Very funny Ken. I need my bag," she persisted, crossing her arms.
"You're going to have to fight me for it," Ken told her in a low tone, raising an eyebrow to indicate that he was only intending to have a playful fight.
She widened her eyes at him.
"Oh really? I don't know if you can handle it. I've been training like crazy and I've gotten really good. Plus, let's face it. You're getting old," she remarked teasingly. He seemed to jokingly take offense to that statement, and he grabbed her around the waist and flipped her onto the couch.
She giggled breathlessly, her mouth wide in surprise.
"Hey! That's a foul! I wasn't ready yet," she uttered, caught off guard.
"There are no rules in our personal fight club," Ken requited. He rolled over the back of the couch, intending to land on her and tickle her into submission, but as soon as he landed, she turned the tables on him.
She somehow gathered a plethora of strength, taking him by the collar of his shirt and throwing him off of her. Haphazardly, she forgot to let go, and she went to the floor with him. She couldn't help but laugh, as she ended up hovering over him, their bodies pressed very tightly together. Melina's hands were fixed in an upward position beneath her, while Ken's hands landed neatly on the small of her back.
Melina's laugh faded into a mere smile, as the moment seemed to go on longer than she'd intended. Ken's face simply showed an unknowable, yet intense emotion. His hand reached up slowly, sweeping a thick portion of Melina's damp hair from her eyes, his fingers brushing the skin from her cheek all the way to her ear.
At this, Melina had to bring the moment to an end. She darted her head back and forth uncomfortably, before climbing off of him without any look in his direction. His hands unlinked to let her up, but only after a few seconds.
"Anyway, we should probably head down to breakfast. I think Mickie and Jillian are staying here," Melina stated awkwardly, as he sat up as though waking from a long nap.
"Sure, sure," Ken replied, still trapped in the weighty significance of the moment that had passed.
Melina didn't know what was more disturbing. The moment they'd just had or the fact that she had to force herself to feel awkward about it. She reached for her gym bag, but Ken placed his hand over hers gently, once again keeping her from her make-up.
"Seriously, though. You look beautiful without any make-up. Don't bother with it. Let's just head down to the restaurant," he echoed his earlier opinion, before removing her hand to let her decide for herself.
She gave him a contemplative look, before releasing the duffel bag and rising to full height.
"Okay. I guess you're right. Let's go," she said, sharing a small grin with him. With that, they both headed out.
A/N: Was that up to snuff? I'm not thinking so. I was incredibly distracted while writing it, but I need to put something up since I'm lagging behind so much. Eep! On a note unrelated to my writing career, how awesome was Ken on Smackdown? I loved his crowd teasing. "Just seeing if you guys were ready." HEHE I love him. Where the heck was Jeff? I'd like to know. Did I miss him or something?