Can't Get You Off My Mine

Work was work and Dave Batista was going through the motions of loving his job. It's not that he didn't love his job, it's just he had been a little more preoccupied since he returned from his vacation. It had been three weeks since his trip and he should have gotten back into the swing of things by now. But it was more than that, Dave found himself constantly thinking about Britain. What was it about her that he couldn't get off his mind? He had slept with too many women to count in his life span; he had even married two of them. Yet no other woman that he could remember held his attention this long. He couldn't figure out if it was her youthful outlook on life or if it was that she was so honest…almost to a fault. Or maybe it was the way that she was always trying to hold back that he felt intrigued by. Besides the obvious physical aspects of why he missed her, he felt himself missing her on a whole deeper level.

In 10 days, it is impossible to know everything about anyone…hell, that's impossible after 10 years; but in those 10 days he could honestly say that he knew more about her than he did about his ex-wife, and he was married to her for 6 years. Besides hanging out all day and screwing like rabbits at night, Dave and Britain talked. They would stay up and talk about everything until the wee hours of the morning. There wasn't a subject that she wasn't versed in and she would tell him exactly felt at any given time. No matter how silly or crass, she was always good for a conversation.

"So why don't you shave completely bare?" Dave laid on the bed with his head resting on Britain lap. He couldn't resist kissing her stomach and tugging at her belly bracelet with his teeth.

Britain, who was propped up in a sitting position with her back against the head board, gave him a strange look. "Because I don't want to look like a 10 year old girl. I think that's nasty. Guys that want girls to be all shaved …they're fucking pedophiles. I'm a grown up, I was so happy when I got my first pubes…I'm not shaving them completely off. I keep it trim, keep it sexy, but I ain't goin' bald."

He couldn't stop laughing at the serious face she made. "Somehow I think there's more to it than that."

She closed her eyes and moved her head from side to side. "Ok, fine…I did it once and that shit hurt. I swear that woman was trying to kill me. I couldn't tell you what was worse, the hot wax or when that bitch ripped my pubes off. I swear I cried on that table. No man is worth that…ever."

He laughed at her again. "It's not that bad."

"So you wax?"

"Hell no. I shave myself." He rolled over on his back enjoying the feel of her fingers massaging his scalp. "I started shaving off my body hair when I was bodybuilding. When you're in competition you can't be hairy. My wife at the time told me it looked strange that the rest of me was hairless…so I figured why not. I was so scared the first time; I just knew I was gonna castrate myself. But then I made a discovery..."

"What that you're really flexible and you can get your head all the way down there?"

"No perv." He scrunched his face toward hers. "I discovered women's razors are softer and they have that moisturizing strip on them."

Now it was her turn to laugh. "I would never have guessed a big man like you would be so girly." It was cute actually, here he was probably the most intimidating man she had met in a long time, and he was as prissy as she was. "I should have figured. You have about as many moisturizing products on that sink as I do."

"Hey, ladies love smooth skin. You think that if I could just go out all hairy and scruffy that I wouldn't? My job demands that I look a certain way. My appearance puts asses in seats…we have so many female fans that we all have to keep up appearances." He found it relaxing to talk to her and rub her hair against his face at the same time. Her hair reminded him of a blanket he had as a child that had satin on the hem. "Beside, women's products smell nicer."

Britain pulled back the sheet that was barely covering his waist. "It does make the package look bigger."

"What do you mean, look bigger?" He leaned up to look at himself. "It is big."

She giggled. "Well, I don't have anything to compare it to…I've never seen the before picture." She didn't take her eyes off of it; instead, she reached over and held it in her hand. "You should thank your pediatrician…they did a great job on your circumcision. It's very pretty."

"Pretty?" Dave had had many comments on his junk throughout the years, but never once had anyone ever called it pretty. "Pretty?"

"Well, what would you call it?"

"Big… huge… scary even or, oh my God put that thing away. Not pretty." He pulled the sheet back over him and rolled away from her, folding his arms across his chest. He was pouting. He couldn't remember pouting since he was 5.

He was so cute pouting. She could have eaten him up at that very moment. "Oh, I'm sorry." She whined in a little girl voice. "It's not pretty, it's very manly. It's a very manly, big, huge, scary, I think it's gonna tear me in two sized cock." When he turned back over she could only give him a crooked forced smile. "Feel better now?"

"No. You're just saying that. You don't mean it." He rolled toward her stomach again. "Pretty?" He mumbled under his breath. "I'll show you pretty." Sitting up quickly, he managed to yank her down by her feet until she was lying on the bed. Dave was on his knees in front of her as he drew her legs up, so that her feet were laying flat on the bed. With his hands on her knees, he moved them apart from one another. "Now this is pretty." He was sure he was going to take that lip from her if she bit it again. He never wanted to be her lip so badly in all his life. He made sure to watch her face as his hands moved around on her. He touched her in not so much of a sexual way, but more of a way of exploration. He found every spot; even the ones that made her clinch her teeth and the one that made her speak Spanish. "This is the prettiest thing I have ever seen." He whispered before lying on the bed to see if she tasted as pretty as she looked.

"Call her." Dave looked up, only to see Ric Flair standing beside him.

He hadn't talked to his friends about his vacation. He answered the basics, like how was your trip, did you have fun…those kinds of questions, but never once said anything about meeting someone. If nothing else, he knew how they would rag him and besides, there was nothing to tell. He and Britain shared 10 great days together, but that was all it was supposed to be. "What?"

Ric patted Dave's shoulder and pulled up the chair next to him. "I've only seen you mope around like a big fucking baby when it's about a girl. Since you just went home and talked my fucking ear off about how great your daughters are, I know it ain't them. So whoever she is, just call her."

Dave thought it about for a moment, he could trust Ric. Ric was his mentor; he was the man that he looked up to. "It's not that easy." He carefully explained the situation, leaving out all of the sexual parts. "If she wanted to see me again, she would have called me by now."

"Just like you're calling her, right?" Ric shook his head. When are these youngster going to learn? "Listen kid, this, right here, is a chick move. She's probably thinking the same thing. She's probably thinking she was nothing more than an easy lay and that's all you wanted."

"But it was more than that." He defended. Dave didn't want Ric to get the wrong impression. He wasn't Randy Orton or anything remotely as cheap and whorish as that. Nor did he want to come off as being sprung; after all, he didn't want to get involved with anyone. "She was fun to be around. I liked her."

"What do you want?"

It was a simple question. What did he want? Dave thought about it for a moment then he looked Ric in the eye. "I want to see her again."

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If Britain had to listen to X convince her that she should go to this Hollywood party with her any longer, she was going to get arrested for a homicide. "I don't wanna go. I just wanna curl up in my bed and go to sleep." All she had to do was hang up the phone, but she couldn't because Christina would only call her back. "Look, I'm going home tomorrow. I have an early flight and I hate mornings. Let me sleep, please?"

"You are so full of shit. What have I told you? Hit and split. How hard is that?" X shook her head at the phone. She knew Britain better than Britain did. "You're still hung up on that Dave guy aren't you? Was he that fucking good?"

"I'm not hung up on him." Britain defended. She didn't get attached to guys, no matter how nice or well hung they were.

With the phone to her ear, X cupped her hand and made a jerk-off motion. "Yeah. Sure. Look honey, I don't care how sweet he seemed, he's just like the rest of them. It's been three weeks and he hasn't called you yet. Fuck him. Go out with me."

"Well…I haven't called him either." Why was she defending the fact that he hadn't called her? Not that she really thought he would, but a part of her still hoped. They clicked…she hadn't ever clicked with anyone like that before. But she'd be damned if she was going to look desperate and call him first. Even if she could play it off as a 'hi, how ya been' kind of a phone call. This was the very same reason why she never spent more than one night with someone and why she didn't care to know them. Britain knew she was a hopeless romantic, but she had been burned every time she took a stab at love. She should have known after the third day with him that this was going to be hard, but she didn't realize it was going to be this hard.

"Yeah…your not pressed all are you?' X's sarcasm received a grunt from her best friend. "Look, I'm going out and I would love for you to come with me. But if you want, I can come over and we can eat ice cream and veg out, and you can whine all you want about how big his dick was." She smiled when she heard Britain laugh. "I'm serious kid…whatever you want."

Britain loved X, for no other reason then she truly wanted her to be happy. Although X didn't believe that she could ever fall in love again, she liked the idea that Britain believed. "It's stupid anyway, I don't know why I let myself get wrapped up. I knew he was only here for a little while. But we had so much fun…" She had to stop thinking about Dave. She didn't want to be involved with anyone. She had convinced herself that he wasn't like every other man she'd dated, but here he was slowly proving her wrong. "I'm gonna go to sleep. I'll call you when I get to Miami."

"Ok…I'll miss you. And if I get laid tonight, I'll make sure to scream your name." X laughed at herself.

"I love you."

"Love you too. Be good and have a safe flight."

Britain hung up the phone and flopped back on her bed. This whole time in California didn't go anything like she planned. She was supposed to work, hang out with her girlfriends, travel with her family and go home. No where was she supposed to meet him and she was most definitely she was not supposed to not be able to get him off of her mind.

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"I think about you when I go to the bathroom." That's the way that Britain answered her cell. It had to be Christina, drunk on her ass about to fuck some guy she just met, calling for a pep talk. That's what they always did. But she was surprised when she heard a deep chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"Uh…thanks?" Dave had never had someone say that to him before and he was a little unsure if that was good thing or a bad thing. "It's Dave."

Britain's eyes flew open from the light sleep that she just fallen into. She sat up on the bed and started to smooth down her hair as if he could see her. "Oh…hey." Open mouth, insert foot. "How ya doin'?"

"Good, you?"

"Good."

There was an awkward silence over the phone. This was the first silence that he remembered sharing with her. "I didn't know if you would mind me calling you."

A smile crept across her face, but she refused to let him hear it in her voice. "No, it's cool. Where are you?"

"Wisconsin. It's about 1:00 in the morning here."

"Oh." She had no idea why he was calling or what she was supposed to say to him, but ut was good to hear his voice. "So, is everything ok?"

"Yeah, everything's good." Dave held his breath…not something that the sexiest man on planet does when talking to a female, but she was no ordinary female…apparently she had superpowers too. "Look, we're going to be in Georgia next week and I want to hook up with you. Can I fly you out to see me?" As soon as he said it, he knew it was it was wrong. That didn't come out right.

"Whoa." At that very moment Britain felt like she had been slapped in her face. How dare he? "I haven't heard from you in three weeks and then you call out of the clear blue and ask me to fly to another state just so you can fuck me?" Every ounce of the happiness and nervousness that she felt when she heard his voice, slowly started to fade away. A simple hello, how are you, how was Europe, would have made her happy. But here he was slowly knocking himself off of that pedestal she had him on. It's not like she had never had a booty call before…it's not like she never traveled for one before either, but Dave was different; at least she thought he was.

"No, no, no…that's not what I meant. I meant…shit…" Dave scratched his head and tried to put it into words. When Ric said call her, he didn't say what to say to her. "I really had fun with you and I would really like to see you again."

There was a tone of sincerity in his voice, but still she didn't trust it. "Then why didn't you call me before?" Why do I care?

Dave sighed; he didn't have a good reason. He couldn't tell her it was because he was hoping she would call him first. He knew damn well that she wouldn't. "Because I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to sound like a complete asshole when I called."

"Kinda like you sound right now?"

"Exactly. Look Britain…I miss…I miss you." It was like pulling teeth to admit that, but it felt great to finally say it.

Britain had heard every bullshit line there was, but deep within her heart of hearts, she knew that he was telling the truth and that scared her to death. "You don't even know me Dave." When in doubt, put up a wall. It had always worked before.

"That's what I miss…getting to know you."

This going in the wrong direction. At least if he were up front and said that he just wanted to continue to sleep with her she could have handled that, but he still wanted to get to her know her? What the fuck was that about? "I don't let guys know me."

"I don't remember that rule."

She had to think of something fast. "That's because I just made it up. But now seems like as good a time as any to institute a new rule." She couldn't believe it; they had this amazing time together and now he had just completely shit on everything. You're such a fucking jerk.

"Well maybe I want you to get to know me." Dave rolled over in his bed, cradling the phone to his ear.

She wasn't expecting that one. Suddenly she couldn't think of a smart ass comment. "Whatever."

He could tell by the sound of her voice that she was pissed, although he wasn't exactly sure why. He didn't mean his request to see her to sound as cheap as it had, but he apologized. This is as hard for me as it is for you. "I really would like to see you. Will you come?"

Britain rubbed her hand across her forehead. "No." It had been an art form that she had perfected over the years, acting as if she didn't care about anything when inside she was falling apart. His phone call really hurt her, probably more than it should have. And even more than that was the fact that she wanted to see him again, but she couldn't. She wouldn't allow herself to get hurt again.

Dave sighed and held the phone in his hand. Somehow he knew he had fucked up royally and he wasn't sure how to fix it. "Well at least I tried, right?" He didn't want the disappointment to come through in his voice. This was a major step for him, calling a woman and asking her to come see him. Yet she was acting like the time they had been together meant nothing to her.

"Yeah and I'm sure if you try really hard, you can get some woman in Wisconsin to spend 10 more days with you." She could feel her eyes tear up as she clinched her jaw. She got out of the bed and started to go through her already packed bag. She was going to find X and get shit-faced right along with her. "Un-fucking-believable."

"What does that mean?" Were they having their first fight? He thought that she would be happy to hear from him. He thought that they really hit it off.

Britain slammed her jeans down on her bed and looked at cell phone. "I'm not a whore, Dave…that's what that means. I don't know if that's the impression I gave you, or if that's what you're use to, but that's not me. I didn't need you to wine me and dine me so you could fuck me. And I damn sure don't need you to pay for a plane ticket so you can fuck me again. Do you think it takes just one phone call for me to go running to see you just to get turned out and wait damn near another month to hear from you again? I'm easy Dave…not fucking stupid."

He could tell by her voice that she was really hurt and that wasn't his intention at all. "Britain…I didn't mean it like that." He had no idea what she was talking about. That was one of the things about relationships that he didn't get. Dave wasn't really an emotional guy. He felt emotions, but they usually came across as anger. But still, something about her made him feel vulnerable. "I just really want to see you again."

"Yeah well, you're old enough for your wants not to bother you." She stood in her bedroom and felt the first angry tear roll down her face. "Look, I gotta go. Good luck with finding someone to meet you in Georgia."

Dave listened to the silence in his phone when she hung up and couldn't figure out what had happened. He didn't mean to make her feel like that's all he wanted from her. Since he had known her, never once did he allude to that. But he could totally understand why she felt like that. "Fuck." He said out loud clinching his phone in his hand. This was bullshit, but he didn't know how to make it right.

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Author's Note: I rewrote this chapter about 3 times, poor Sarah...sorry. Anyway, the story will start to pick up once I get the other characters in it...Randy, John, Ric, and Dave's kids. I can't write a story without some kind of turmoil. They were too damn happy for me!