A/N: Hey guys...I know it's been a minute since I've updated this story but there has been so much going on. For one, I am the caretaker of my elderly grandmother and she fell last week. We found out that she had a stroke and she has an anuerism in her head. She's been in the hospital and I've been running across town to make sure she's ok and still being mommy to my 9 year old. I've also started another story that I'm obsessing over, so this one has been taking a back burner. Hopefully, things will go back to normal soon and I can finish it with the same gusto that I did the others.

Thanks for the love you've shown so far!

This chapter contains sexual content.

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Something More

Britain and Dave spooned under the covers. It is amazing how many things can happen to the human body at one time. Britain felt her body tingle from Dave's hands as hands trailed her body, her loins pulsated happily from the feeling of him inside of her, her skin was warm from his solid frame pressed up against her back, she felt protected in his arms that were tightly wrapped around her, she felt a chill on her neck from the trail of wetness he left every time his tongue ran over the smooth skin, she felt dizzy from the sound of his breath in her ear, but most of all, she felt sadness because tomorrow she had to go home. Dave found himself in a similar situation. He was intoxicated by the smell of her hair and her neck kept begging for him to kiss it. The one arm he had under her body wrapped around so he could knead the soft flesh of her breast, his other hand found a home between her legs, relishing in the soft moisture that he caused. Her body was so warm that he couldn't help but to keep himself pressed up against her and her backside felt like it belonged cradled against his pelvis. She was so tight around him that he barely wanted to move; sometimes the slightest movements cause the most intense sensations. But no matter how much he was enjoying being inside her, he knew she was leaving tomorrow and he couldn't get it off of his mind.

Just like when they were in California, time had gone by too fast. Four days was nothing; it felt like she had just had gotten there. They had so much fun together. During the day, when he had to work, Britain mostly hung out with John. Since he was on Smackdown and the company was doing a Supershow tour, John was always around, but most of the promotions were for Raw. John and Britain got to spend hours upon hours together and they got along famously. He was so funny and she loved how ghetto he was. There was no filter in his brain to stop him from saying the first thing that popped into his head.

After spending her days with John, she and Dave would hang out with the rest of his friends in the evening. Britain instantly took to Randy. He was like a little kid, always looking for attention. Plus, she thought it was so cute how entranced Randy was with Dave. She would watch him watch Dave, noticing the way he copied his movements…if she didn't know better, she would think that Randy had a man-crush. Ric was still the gentleman. He held doors open for her and pulled out her chair. Every time she stood, he would stand too. Britain really liked Ric, but she hardly made eye contact with him and he was always looking at her. She kept wondering if he remembered her, but he didn't treat her any differently, so she wasn't sure. Then there was Hunter. She couldn't figure out what his deal was, but he wasn't that friendly. Hunter wasn't mean, but he didn't offer conversation and he looked at her weird. If he didn't like being around her, he didn't have to go out with them every night, but he was always there. Britain was creeped out by Hunter and she decided that she didn't care for him.

And then there was Dave. He didn't mind his friends making fun of him or making a whipping sound as soon as he walked in the room. He treated her like no one else was there with them. She found it adorable how when they walked, he had to touch her in some way; usually with his hand on the small of her back guiding her around the room. He would whisper to her and they would laugh at their own conversations, even with his friends sitting at the table. They would hang out until late night and then when they got back to his hotel room, they would make love. Britain noticed a dramatic change in the way he was with her. At first when they would be together, he moved quickly and forcefully, but now, he was gentle and slow. It was almost like he wanted more than just sex with her; they weren't just two people trying to get off, they were becoming one.

Dave moved slowly inside of her, only grinding his hips against her backside. "I don't want you to leave." The soft breathy sounds that she made the pit of his stomach rumble. "Stay with me."

"I can't. I have to work." She wanted to stay; she wanted more of this. She didn't want to think about leaving, not now anyway.

He pulled her tighter to his chest and groaned when she lifted her leg over his, giving him better access to her. "When am I gonna see you again?" No matter how much he wanted to concentrate on making love to her, he needed to know what was going to happen once she left.

Britain let out a soft moan when he pushed himself deeper inside. "I don't know."

Dave ceased his movements and just held her. "I need to know that this isn't over. I don't want this to be over." His voice remained as soft as hers, but it didn't change the severity of what he was telling her.

Britain bent her arm backward and held his head close to her neck. "Dave, this is impossible. We travel too much and if we were both home, we still live five hours away from each other. Let's just enjoy it now and we'll figure the rest out later."

"It's not impossible. It'll be hard, but not impossible. I don't want this to end."

Her fingers intertwined with his cupping her breast. "I don't even know what this is."

"It's you and me…it's us." He kissed the side of her face. He had been thinking about it all day and he was sure this is what he wanted, but he didn't know if she did. "Is there anybody else?" His heart fluttered when she said no. "I don't want there to anybody else, just you and me." He slowly slid out and then back in feeling her jump in his arms. "Tell me you don't want this to end. Tell me you want us to be together." He whispered in her ear, smelling the scent of her hair and the faint traces of the perfume she wore.

She would have promised him the world if he hit her spot again. As soon as he did, she couldn't keep the truth from him. "I want to be with you. I want you so much." She could hear every one of her rules breaking in her head and it made her chest hurt. She knew she was a walking target now. She had just left herself open for him to completely destroy her. But even if he did, the ride up until that moment would be fantastic.

With his heart and his mind settled, he continued to make love to her and he had never been happier about it.

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Dave Batista heard the faintest sounds of knocking, but he wasn't sure if he was really hearing it or if he was dreaming. Truthfully, he was too comfortable to move. He was tired, incredibly warm, and there was something soft ticking his skin. In the back of his mind, he knew that he was so comfortable because Britain was beside him. Her small body was pressed against his, her soft hair was touching him and reminding him of the silk blanket he use to have. There was no need to open his eyes because he didn't want the moment to pass.

"Look at this bitch." The sound of John's voice was grating on Dave's nerves. It was too early to kill him...that would mean getting out of the bed. Instead, Dave slowly opened his eyes and tried to focus on his friend. "GQ, get your ass up."

Why Dave had given them a key to his room was beyond him, but it was something they always did. There had been several occasions where they would all go out and get completely ripped; giving each other the keys to their rooms ensured that they would all make it back to safety. Plus, it also spared any of them the task of babysitting when the drunkest ones would wake up in the middle of the night praying to the porcelain gods.

"Why?" Dave's voice was a cracked whisper. He didn't want to wake up Britain, not that she would wake up anyway. Plus, he hadn't quite convinced his vocal cords to work yet.

"Bro…it's already six o'clock. Hunt's pissed; this is the second work-out you almost missed." Randy stood next to John with his arms folded. This wasn't like Dave, he never missed a workout. In fact, he was usually the one dragging Randy and John out of bed.

If he could've skipped he would have, but he knew he'd never hear the end of it. However, there was a larger part of Dave that was willing to risk it. He could still hear the way Britain talked in her sleep and that made him want to stay.

Dave was somewhere between sleeping and waking up. Britain kept tossing and turning, but more than that, she was talking in her sleep. He was spooned against her and held her, mainly to keep her still.

"Dave..." She whispered. She had been dreaming about him, but her dreams weren't very settling.

"Hmm." Dave didn't even know where his voice came from. He couldn't open his eyes, but he was sure he heard someone calling his name.

Britain pulled his arm tighter around her and tucked his hand under her cheek. "Don't go."

He opened his eyes to see if she was really talking to him and he leaned back to let her move. She managed to wiggle around until she faced him and then she buried her head against the solid wall of his chest. "Stay, please…" She never opened her eyes, but the soft sound of her voice was somewhere between desperation and sadness.

Dave inspected Britain's face, noticing how her brows were brought together and her sleep was disrupted by painful dreams. He did the only thing he could; he kissed her on her forehead. "I'm not going anywhere." He could feel her relax next to him and he wrapped her tighter in his arms.

Dave nodded and pulled the covers up over Britain before he swung his legs over the side of the bed. For the first time in forever, he totally understood why she hated mornings. He would have loved to sleep in late with her, especially since she would be leaving that evening.

"Put that shit away man." John said in disgust as Dave lifted his naked body out of the bed. "Don't nobody wanna see that shit first thing in the fuckin' mornin'."

Dave was too tired to beat John's ass, instead, he turned fully toward him and put his hands on his hips. "You can get the fuck out of my room."

Randy shook his head. "Hunt said we can't come back without you. So wash off the stink from last night and come the fuck on."

John and Randy waited by the door while Dave was in the bathroom. They felt like peeping Toms being in there while Britain was asleep. But if nothing else, it was their little way of making sure that Dave didn't get back in the bed with her. It only took a few minutes before Dave resurfaced, washed and dressed, but again they had to wait as he looked around the room to get all of this stuff.

Britain wasn't asleep, but she sure as hell wasn't opening her eyes. Her eyes didn't open this early in the morning...ever. But if nothing else, it was her chance to hear what he said about her when he thought she wasn't listening. She couldn't help but to think the previous night had been a mistake. What if he was setting her up for a hard fall? He couldn't be this wonderful.

"So? How was it?" John asked leaning up against the door. If they had to wait, he wanted to be entertained.

"How was what?" Dave replied putting a towel in his gym bag.

Randy laughed as he looked around the room. He picked up Britain's panties off the floor and twirled them around his finger. "This."

Dave looked up and immediately snatched her underwear from Randy's hand. "That's none of your business."

"Come on man…she's fucking hot."

"Get out." Dave said sternly opening the door for his friends. "I'll be there in a minute." He turned back toward the bed and made his way to her face. He took a moment to look at her, she looked so peaceful. Gently, he trailed her nose with his index finger and smiled when she scrunched it up in annoyance. "Hey."

Britain's eyes opened with a flutter and a lazy smirk came across her face. "Hi."

"I'm going to the gym. I should be back in a couple of hours." He made sure to keep his voice soft, he knew that she was half asleep and she could care less about what he was saying. "When I get back, we can have breakfast."

Britain nodded. What's with him and fucking breakfast? For three days, he made her breakfast and she prayed that he would leave her alone about it on her last day there. "Can we have naked breakfast?"

Dave smiled. "Of course. It's a tradition." He leaned over and kissed her lips softly before standing up. "Get some sleep."

She raised her hand, which dropped back on the bed immediately. At six in the morning, her body didn't respond the way she wanted it to. She smiled inwardly and wrapped herself in the blankets, while feeling herself give in to sleep.

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"It was two fucking workouts, what the fuck's the problem?" Dave didn't like to be yelled at and he most certainly didn't like to be told what to do. "I'm usually the first guy here and the last one to leave. It's not like you couldn't do this shit without me."

Hunter wasn't saying much, he was just being a prick. "Look, you've been slipping since you came back from your vacation. I don't know what this girl is doing to you, but I don't have time for fucking slacking."

Dave noticed how quiet the others got. It's not often that Hunter would go off on one of them, but when he did, Dave never stood for it. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, the last time I checked, you worked for me. Your contract says that you have to maintain a certain look and a certain weight. Fucking some chick doesn't constitute as a workout." Hunter sat down on the weight bench and looked over at Dave with hard eyes.

Dave ran his fingers through his hair and growled in frustration. "Well the last time I checked, I was a grown ass man and I don't need your permission for shit. I'm here aren't I? I did the fucking workout."

"This is why I don't like bitches to travel with us. You get your whoring done on your own time, not mine."

Dave had just about enough of Hunter for one morning. "Fuck this." And with that, he left the gym. He had no idea what Hunter's problem was, but at that moment he didn't care. He had a beautiful woman waiting for him at the hotel and not even Hunter was going to ruin that for him.

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Britain swore she was either going to cut off her nose, or break Dave's fingers. But even though it was annoying, she loved the way he woke her up. It was always the same delicate trace over the bridge of her nose sending a tickle all the way to her brain. "Is it three o'clock yet?" She didn't open her eyes, she knew it was him.

"Three? What happened to your eleven o'clock rule?"

"It got pushed back because you woke me up earlier." She smiled when she felt him kiss her cheek. "You stink."

Dave chuckled and kissed her cheek again. "Well how about you take a shower with me? Then we can have breakfast."

She shook her head in disagreement. There was no way in hell she was getting out of the bed this early. "How about you take a shower and then get back in the bed with me. Then we can wake up at three and have breakfast?"

"Or I could a take a shower and give you a few more minutes to sleep before I call room service." He nodded when she did and made his way to the shower. There was really no point in delaying it; she wasn't getting up, no matter how badly he wanted her to join him.

Dave was surprised to see that Britain was already awake when he got out of the shower. Granted she hadn't gotten out of the bed, but at least her eyes were open. He couldn't recall her eyes being more beautiful than they were first thing in the morning. "Well, look who decided to wake up."

"Yup…and I ordered breakfast already too." She sat up on the bed, pulling the sheet around her body. "I didn't know what you wanted, so I ordered one of everything on the menu." She couldn't help but to notice the look on his face. "What's wrong?"

Dave shook his head. He didn't want Britain to worry about the shit that Hunter said. But no matter how he tried to hide it, it was burning him up inside. This was the first time Hunter had ever acted like this. Nobody ever said anything when Stephanie, Hunter's fiancée, traveled with him, or when Ric would bring his wife, Cheryl, on the road with them. Britain wasn't even traveling; she just came to visit while he was in Georgia. It was one fucking state and all of the shit he had to do this week, all happened in Georgia. "Nothing. I was just thinking about some stuff."

"Well don't. I don't like the look on your face when you think." She flashed that award winning smile and laughed when he poked his tongue out. She watched as he walked across the room to answer the door. That towel…what she wouldn't give to be that towel. It was amazing that it stayed wrapped around his body. Even the way the towel didn't meet at his thighs, because of their girth was hot. "Damn."

"What?" He said with a smile as he pushed the breakfast cart into the room. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Britain scrunched her nose and waved her index finger in a circular motion. "You have too many clothes on. This is supposed to be naked breakfast, remember?"

Dave looked down at his towel and then up at her. "This? You want me to take this off?" He loved the look on her face when she nodded. "You want me to dance for you too?"

"Hell yeah." She watched with a semi-straight face as he started to gyrate his hips as he removed the towel. When he twirled it over his head and then threw it at her, she couldn't stop laughing. "Oh, that's so cute…Little Davey has no rhythm." He most certainly had the cutest pout she had ever seen. She reached over to the night stand and pulled a few dollars out of her purse. She balled the money up and threw it at him. "Encore! Encore!"

"I ain't giving you shit. You laughed at me." Dave turned around and began putting the plates on the table. "I told you, I was too big to dance."

Britain crawled out of the bed and walked up behind him. She let her face touch his back and breathed in the scent of Dove soap. "You won't dance for me again? Well fine…I won't dance for you either."

He turned around confused. That wasn't in the bargain, but he'd have to change her mind at a later date. Right now, he was starving and even her threatening not to dance for him again or Hunter's attitude weren't enough to make him ignore his stomach. "So, we're going to Virginia next week."

Britain knitted her brows. "I'm going to Paris." She didn't care what he said, this was impossible. Their jobs had them on different sides of the country at any given time. Even if she could pick the jobs she wanted to take, was it worth this much trouble? "I have a show in Miami in two weeks…"

"We'll be in Miami the week after next." He knew the gods were smiling on him. All he needed was a break and he could do the rest.

She was apprehensive, but what the hell. "Would you like to come to my show?" She knew it was shot in the dark, but it was worth a try. She needed to know if he was serious about getting to know her.

"And see you work?" There was a big smile on his face making him look like a little boy. "Of course." He had never been to a fashion show and he was admittedly a little curious. Most metrosexual men were curious.

"Really?" She never had a boyfriend who gave a shit what she did much less wanting to see her work. "I can get tickets for your friends too and I'll make sure that you sit close to the runway. I have a lot of friends that I'm sure would find John and Randy attractive."

"They'd get to hang out with models? They would love that."

She pouted. "Just make sure you don't love it."

Dave shook his head as held up his fork with a piece of cantaloupe on it. That seemed to be her favorite fruit, since she always stole it from him at breakfast. He watched the way her lips closed around his fork and she softly chewed the sweet melon, causing him to smile. "I've only got eyes for one model." He meant every word of that. He loved the way her eyes got paler when she blushed. She was beautiful.

This was the moment of truth, she was about to break her biggest rule. "When you come to Miami…you could stay at my place…if you want." She didn't want it to sound like she hoped that he would, but she did. She wanted him to get to know her and to see how she lived. So far, he only knew limited things about her, but not the color of her bedspread or the motif of her bathroom. She wanted to share those intimate details with him. "You don't have to."

Dave looked confused. Why would he not want to? "What about your rule?"

"Well you've already broken about half of them, what's one more?"

"I'd love to stay with you." This was going better than he had hoped. Now he had to find a way not to die from anticipation over the next two weeks. "So…I have a signing today, but it should be over by three. You want to come with me?" He hated the fact that he had to work on the day she was leaving. He wanted to spend every minute with her while she was still there. Even if he would still have two hours with her when he got back, it wasn't enough.

Britain shook her head animatedly. She hated promo stuff. "No. I'm having lunch with Jericho today. I haven't really gotten to talk to him."

Why was it that he was always pouting around her? He poked out his bottom lip and slumped his shoulders. "Okay. Well at least I don't have to worry about John trying to take you to a strip club or something."

"Hey! I had fun yesterday. I learned some new moves…maybe if you're lucky, I'll show you."

Two hours today wasn't enough and two weeks from now would seem like forever.

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Britain was greeted by Jericho's smile as soon as she walked in the restaurant. "So what's up, Buttercup?" Jericho asked once she was seated. He hadn't been able to get her off his mind. There were so many questions he wanted to ask her, there was so much he needed to say. But looking at how happy she was, he didn't want to ruin it.

"You really have to stop calling me that. It's a horrible nickname."

Jericho laughed and shook his head. "You have always been my little Buttercup." He tickled her under her chin as he spoke. "Don't think because you're famous now, you can change on me. I've been following your career; you're really getting out there. But don't forget, I know you…you can't hide from me."

"I wish you didn't know me. Not like that, anyway." There was sadness in her voice. They had been through so much together. Jericho knew her, probably better than any other man in the world. She was closer to him than she had been to some of her girlfriends. He had seen her at her best and been the shoulder to cry on at her worst. But no matter how fucked up she was, he never left her side. He never judged her; he was always her friend. "I didn't know Ric Flair worked with you. I didn't know Dave knew him."

"You really like Dave, huh?" It wasn't like Britain to doubt herself. The Britain he knew was strong willed and cocky as hell. But even though she was tough on the outside, she was a big pile of mush on the inside. Never once though did she doubt herself or show any regrets. "It was a long time ago. I'm sure Flair doesn't even remember. He's old…maybe he has Alzheimer's."

She laughed. Jericho always had a way of calming her fears. "He said he doesn't remember me, but how could he forget? What if he tells Dave?"

"Tell him first." It wasn't that hard. If nothing else, everything they'd been through together taught him that honesty was the best policy. "Britain, you were young…"

"And I still became the company whore."

"That's not how it happened and you know it." He wasn't going to spend their reunion dredging up the past, especially not when the past was as ugly as it had been. Chris happened to look up and smiled. He was saving this as a surprise for her and he hoped that it would pan out. "I forgot… I was supposed to be having lunch with people today. So I invited them along. I hope you don't mind."

Britain smiled. "No, I don't mind. You know I love a party." She felt two hands cover her eyes and suddenly her heart stopped. She had no idea who this was, but it was someone she was familiar with. It wasn't until she heard him whisper in her ear that she squealed like a little girl. "Eddie…Eddie!" Britain jumped up from the table and flung herself into his arms.

"Niña…it is so good to see you." Eddie Guerrero was like her older brother. He was everything to her. He was smart, funny, cute and he always took care of her. When she left before, the hardest thing she ever did was not say goodbye to Eddie. "I called Jericho a lying bastard when he said you were here."

She couldn't wipe the smile off of her face if she tried. "Oh my God. Sit down." She sat next to him and wrapped her arms around his and put her head on his shoulder. "I can't believe I have my boys back! I missed you guys so much!"

They talked over lunch and things were like there were before. Neither Jericho nor Eddie had changed. They still were as crazy as they always were and had her laughing hysterically at their stories. "So, the word around the campfire is, Dave Batista has this hot young girlfriend. I assume that's you?" Eddie nudged Britain on the arm and smiled at her.

She tucked her hair behind her ears and shrugged. "I like him. Chris says he's ok." She looked at Eddie with pleading eyes. Please don't tell me he beats puppies or something horrible like that.

"He is. I like him. He was going through some stuff awhile ago. But he came out on top. He's a good catch." That did it. Both of the men she trusted thought Dave was a good guy. She could let down her guard, she could let him in. But she would still need to tread lightly; good guys always hurt the most. "You deserve to be happy."

As soon as Britain looked up, her heart sank. He looked exactly the same, only he wasn't wearing his trademark smile anymore. Just when it seemed like the day couldn't get any better, he had to prove her right. "Rey…"

Rey Mysterio was stoic. He hadn't seen Britain in five years and the anger and pain he felt as soon as he laid eyes on her was a fresh as the day it happened. He didn't say anything to her; instead he looked at his best friend. "Is this why you invited me to lunch?" His voice was cold and distant. Eddie should've known better.

"Come on, man. Sit down, have some food with us." Eddie pulled out a chair and motioned for Rey to sit.

Rey stood there, glaring at both Eddie and Jericho. He couldn't believe his friends set him up. "I lost my appetite."

Britain wanted to crawl away and die. Pretending that the past didn't happen wasn't doing anyone any good. Eddie and Chris could make her laugh, but it didn't change anything. She was still, Britain Weis, the talk of the WCW locker-room. Everyone who was affiliated with that company at the time knew her. They knew about her. She couldn't escape her past no matter what she did, or how much she changed. "Rey, I'm sorry…I didn't know they invited you."

"Look, all that shit's over and done with. Sit down, man. Come on." For Jericho to play an asshole on TV was one thing, but the real man was always soothing and calm. "You guys are friends. Let that shit go."

Rey shook his head. "Were friends. Pinche punta." Fucking whore.

Britain watched him walk away from the table and her heart sank. She wasn't going to cry, but that hurt. "See…nothing's changed." If Rey, one of her best friends, couldn't forgive her then what hope did she have that Dave would understand? This wasn't fair, she and Dave had just gotten closer, but the past has a way of always rearing its ugly head. She decided in that moment that it was best if he never found out. Now, all she had to do was talk to Ric Flair to make sure that didn't happen.