The Morning After

Dave Batista was not a sentimental man, but he couldn't help but to think that he hadn't slept that good in years. He looked over to his left and knew instantly it was because of the woman that lay next to him. Her body was so warm and it fit so nicely up against his. He hadn't had a woman stay the night with him in months. There was always a reason why she had to go, whether it was an early morning flight, or his daughters were home…he hadn't shared his bed for more than sex in ages. But it felt right to have Britain there.

He gently moved a strand of black hair from her face, admiring how peaceful she looked. He couldn't help but to smile at the way she slept with her leg across his and one arm draped across his body. He allowed his hand to run over her hip and watched as she slowly rolled over.

He felt good and not only because he finally got her in bed. He felt good because he hadn't lost it…whatever it was about him that made him attractive to women, it was still alive and kicking. Britain was different; she didn't throw herself at him, even if she wanted the same thing from him that he did from her. He liked the fact that every time they were alone, she wasn't trying to get in his pants or his wallet. She genuinely seemed to have fun with him. He couldn't remember laughing so much with anyone, his boys included. And the fact that she was 11 years his junior made it that much sweeter. She was young, impressionable, and hot as hell. The idea that this pretty, young thing was interested in him boosted his ego to new heights. Now, he had to find a way to keep her interested, at least until his vacation was over. She seemed so intent on running, that he worried how hard it would be to make her stay.

Britain felt a tickle on her nose. She slowly opened her eyes only to see the warm brown of Dave's eyes and his perfectly white teeth smiling at her. "It better be after 11." Her voice was low and dragging as she fought not to go back to sleep. His affinity with waking up at the butt crack of dawn was annoying her. She hated mornings, plain and simple.

Dave leaned over and kissed her pouting lips. "I'm hungry." He whispered. "You want some breakfast?"

Britain stretched causing the sheet that was covering her to drift down below her breasts. She had never been embarrassed by her body, so she did not bother to cover herself back up. She nodded to his question. "You're always hungry."

"I'm a big guy…I need food." He reached over and grabbed the phone. "What do you want?"

Who thinks about food first thing in the morning? Britain was always the type to wake up and lay in the bed for a good 30 minutes, just to get herself together. She normally didn't eat until it way after lunch time, most days. "Um…French toast and hot chocolate and apple juice." Hoping that he was satisfied that she would eat with him, she let her eyes close again.

"This is room 312, we need to order breakfast…French toast, hot chocolate, apple juice, 2 eggs – Sunnyside up, toast, half a cantaloupe, a pound of strawberries, short stack of pancakes, 3 pieces of bacon – crispy, two sausage links, a bowl of bran flakes and orange juice…yes…thanks." He looked over at Britain who was eyeing him cautiously. "What?"

She had never met someone who needed that much to eat, ever. "Are you inviting people over?"

He shook his head and laughed. "I'm a 325 pound man. I eat a lot."

She bit her lip unable to resist the multiple meanings of that statement. "Yes you do."

He leaned over and pressed his lips against hers. "I don't remember hearing you complain about that."

"No complaints here…" She couldn't finish her words because his tongue and that fucking tongue ring managed to find themselves in her mouth. It was something about the way that he kissed. He wasn't one of those shove his tongue down her throat types, nor was he a stingy kisser. He just knew what he was doing. His lips alone were enough to make her forget that their food would soon be on the way and that she was still in his hotel room.

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Dave flexed his muscles at the room service delivery guy. He had already given the guy a tip, there was no reason for him to still be lingering around the room. He followed the guy's eyes as they landed on Britain who was laying the bed checking her voicemail. Although she was covered, Dave instantly felt the need to protect her from this man's prying eyes. "Did you need something?" The accusatory sound in his voice was harsh. He knew he was an intimidating man and unclothed except for the towel he was wearing, the delivery boy saw exactly how intimidating he was.

"No sir." The young man tipped his hat and made his way out the door. "Have a nice day."

Britain closed her phone and smiled at Dave. "Do you always flex up when you're mad?"

"I'm not mad. I just didn't appreciate the way he was looking at you." Was he jealous? He didn't know her, not like that. He had no reason to be jealous. They were just friends, if you could even call them that. He didn't want to get into that conversation or admit that he was feeling a little jealous. "Are you gonna get out of bed, so we can eat?"

Britain sat up, holding the sheet against her. "Where are my clothes?" She looked around the room and noticed that her things weren't where she had left them, or he had thrown them the night before.

"I took them." He nonchalantly walked around to the cart and started to remove the lids from the plates. He turned back to her to see the surprised look on her face and he couldn't stop smiling. "You don't need them anyway."

"How am I supposed to eat breakfast without clothes?"

"It's naked breakfast. You can't wear clothes."

She laughed and scratched her head. What kind of kinky breakfast game was he playing? "What the hell is naked breakfast?"

"You never heard of naked breakfast? And you claim to be well traveled. Naked breakfast is when you have breakfast but you don't wear anything to the table." He had a straight face as he lied to her. "It's a tradition."

"Where?"

His brain worked fast. Even he was surprised at how quick he was at lying…he must've gotten that from his daughter, Madison. "In Greece."

Britain gave him a look. "Bullshit. I've been to Greece a number of times and I've never heard of naked breakfast."

"Well you haven't been to the right part."

"You lie…"

"So?" He stood by the cart and took off his towel, flinging it across the room toward the bathroom. "Are you going to join me, or are you afraid?" He purposely made it sound like a challenge. She didn't look like the type that would ever back down from a challenge. He sat down at the table, placing the napkin in his lap. He acted like this was the most natural thing in the world to do.

Britain thought about it for a moment, then she pulled the sheet from around her body and stood up. If he was going to do 'naked breakfast' and she was his guest, she had no choice but to comply. Besides, he had hidden her clothes, so she really didn't have much choice.

She walked over to the table looking at all the food he had ordered. It was enough to feed at least four people. She smiled at the way he carefully arranged everything that was for him in front of his place setting. He had made sure that everything was within arms reach, but she was equally surprised that he didn't start eating until she sat down with him.

Dave started to eat, motioning for her to do the same. He tried to convince her to indulge in some of his troth of food, to which she declined. He noticed quiet she was and he wondered if she was now regretting sleeping with him. More than that, he was wondering if she regretted staying the night. "So what this morning about?" His voice was low and non-threatening. He wanted her to feel comfortable enough to tell him what was going on.

She shrugged. "It was what it was." She made sure to look at her plate so she wouldn't have to look in his eyes. "I have rules…and I hate breaking them."

He wanted to know everything about her. "Tell me about them." He lowered his head to meet her gaze. She was trying to avoid him and it was really cute.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to break any." He meant that. He didn't want her to do anything she didn't want to do.

She couldn't help but to laugh. "You already have." Why did let herself get swept up with this guy? For years, she had been working on following the rules, but one look in those brown eyes and all the rules went away. "You're serious?" He nodded. "Well first, I'm always careful. I don't have unprotected sex."

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm clean. I get tested every two months at work."

"I am too. I know it was just as much a gamble for you as it was for me. I get the shot for birth control, every three months; I've been on it for about 4 years, so you don't have to worry about me getting pregnant." She was glad that they finally got that out of the way. If she hadn't been in a lust educed coma the night before they would have discussed their statuses before they did anything.

"What else?"

"I never invite a guy to my hotel room or to my house."

"Why?"

How does one put this in words without sounding pathetic? She thought about it for a second then she told him. "I just don't. I always go back to his place. It's just easier for me to leave, then to have him walk out on me." The sadness in her voice was unmistakable. She had lost track of how many guys, nut and jump up to find their clothes. Then there were others that she couldn't get rid of. At least this way, she could sneak out in the middle of the night and never have to talk to the guy again. "I don't stay the night, because it's just better to leave when it's over. I hate that uncomfortable morning brush off."

"You've had a lot of bad relationships, huh?" He wasn't criticizing, he just making an observation.

"I don't do relationships; that's another rule. They always end badly." She played around the food on her plate, all the while noticing how much of an interest he had in everything she said. She could tell by the look on his face that he was trying to figure her out. "Let's see…I don't go all out the first time I'm with a guy."

"Yeah, I heard a little of that when you were on the phone. What's that about?"

"Guys think that if you really like sex, you're a freak. So they take it that they can do whatever they want. If I really got comfortable and didn't hold back, I can't even tell you how much of freak you'd probably think I am." She smiled at his laugh. She knew he wanted to find out what she was referring to. "I don't give head…"

He wasn't going to bring that up, but he was dying to know why. "Why?" The look she gave him said what do you mean why, so he figured he'd better explain. "I mean, it's not a problem, but I'm just curious."

"Guys forget their manners. They pull your hair, they try to choke you…not everyone is Linda Lovelace, ya know. I have a gag reflex…I'm not trying to clean my tonsils." She couldn't help but to laugh at him trying to hold his in. "And I hate to be watched. It's hard enough to do it without choking, but then every time you look up at them, their fucking eyes are pinned on you…it fucking makes me crazy. It's like, we both know what I'm doing to you, do you really need to look to make sure? But the worst are those pricks that don't warn you when they're about to…you get the point. Spit or swallow…whatever, just let me fucking know first." She was becoming more animated when talking about it. She was surprised how easy it was to talk to him. This was not unlike a conversation she had with X a few years ago, when the two were drinking and talking about their sex lives. "I stopped doing it years ago. You don't know who you can trust. Not everybody's worthy."

He understood completely. He wouldn't go down on the ring rats he met. That was something he only did when he wanted to do it. It was never for any other gain, but to please his partner. "You have a lot of rules."

"I'm not finished." She reached across his plate and grabbed his cantaloupe. She bit it and laughed at the pout he made because she ate his fruit. "I don't do back door."

At that Dave dropped his fork and folded his arms across his chest in disbelief. "Why not…it's amazing."

"Well you let me do it to you and tell me how fucking amazing it is." She raised her brow in challenge. "I've never done it and that's not to say that I never will, but I don't see what I'd get out of it. I'm so far past doing things that I don't get anything out of anymore…like titty fucking…that shit's fucking stupid."

Dave was sure he was going to choke off of his orange juice. He could feel the juice coming out of his nose as he spit it out across his plate and laughed. "Oh my God. I had no idea that women felt so strongly about certain things." He wiped his mouth and his nose and continued to laugh at her. "Is there anything else?"

"I don't fall in love. That's about it. Anything else, I'm game." She placed her napkin down on the table and looked around the room. "Seriously, where'd you put my clothes? I need to get dressed so I can go back to my room and change."

Dave shook his head. He didn't want to chance giving her back her things, because he knew she would leave and he would never see her again. "I'll give you back your stuff and even take you to your hotel, on one condition."

She didn't like conditions…Britain Weis didn't do conditions. "And what's that?" She was waiting for him to ask her to do something outlandish, but was surprised at his request.

"If you get all your stuff and bring it back here." He had never been more serious in all the time that he known her. "I'm only here for 7 more days and I would really like to spend it with you. I don't trust that you won't run, so…if you agree to stay with me while I'm here, I'll give you back your clothes." He could watch her bite her lip all day long.

Don't do this. You're gonna get all wrapped up in him and in 7 days he's gonna be gone. But it was only a week; surely she could hold herself back from getting attached to him in a week. "And if I decline?"

"I'll give you back your clothes but I'll pout and I'll stomp around, like you do in the morning. And then I'll start knocking on your hotel door at 7:00 every morning and I'll knock until you let me in. And in between knocking, I'll call your cell phone. You won't get to sleep in for another week."

"You seriously want me to stay with you? Are you like a stalker or something?"

He laughed deeply, the sound coming from somewhere deep in his stomach. "A stalker? No. Extremely interested in you? Yes."

She looked at those brown eyes and felt herself giving in. She nodded in agreement before she even had a chance to think it over. She would be lying if she said that she didn't want to see more of him while he was there. But 7 more days of being with him, hanging out, being silly, and having amazing sex… was too good to be true. Now I know I'm in trouble.