Angel Dust

A/N: This chapter's a little long - sorry, but I had a lot to say. Oopsie. Oh, and as a warning: Sexual Content. (Seems I'm having trouble writing a Randy/Courtney scene without it.)

Anyway, just wanted to take a quick second to do something I don't do a lot of - to Vera, Katy, Stacy, and Kim: Thanks for your faithful reviews. No matter how worried I get that people are losing interest in the story, or how I feel like I might have come up a little short this time, or that time, or whatever, the four of you have reviewed every chapter, and I appreciate it.

To everyone else who reads this story and loves it - who has taken the time to review any part of it, or to send me a thoughtful PM, or just to take a few minutes to sit and read my words - thank you so much! I really do mean it when I say I love and appreciate you all.

Enough of my sappy bull shit. On with the story! Enjoy!

"I'm not eating that," Courtney insisted, shaking her head as Randy offered her a bite of his hot dog.

"Come on, Baby," he winked, pushing it toward her again.

He had shown up at Ronzio Dello Zucchero around one, informing her that he had cleared his schedule for the next four hours, and that he fully intending on spending that time with her. Knowing how busy he had been lately, she was flattered by the gesture. But closing the shop in the middle of the a busy afternoon was the last thing she could consider.

Until Trish showed up. Courtney wasn't sure how the vivacious little blonde always seemed to pop in at just the right moments, but today she wasn't sorry at all. Sure, she had been hesitant to leave her store in the hands of a novice, but when Trish whipped up her own cup of cappuccino and insisted that Courtney go have fun, she had no choice but to hesitantly agree.

And now she was glad she had. Randy was like her security blanket, the one she knew would be there when she needed something to wrap around herself for warmth and comfort. This impromptu outing was turning out to be exactly what she needed to remind her of just how fun he had always been. And it helped keep her mind off of wondering whether or not Nitro was going to come in for coffee, and if he was going to continue the trend of completely ignoring his dinner offer nearly two weeks earlier.

"Randy, those things sit in that nasty water for how long?" she asked again as he popped another bite into his mouth.

Swallowing the last of the hot dog, Randy smiled and wove his arm around Courtney's waist. "You are so not a New Yorker," he teased, kissing the side of her head as they continued walking.

There were a million things that he needed to be doing at work. But as he had sorted through paperwork and suffered through two horrible conference calls that morning, he decided the only thing he wanted to do was be with Courtney. What had started as a favor to a friend was quickly becoming his own passionate desire, and he was more determined than ever to make things work with the woman he was falling hopelessly in love with.

Holding his hand, Courtney window shopped, well-aware of a few photographers that were snapping her photo from across the street. "We've got company," she whispered in Randy's ear as he stopped in front of a small boutique.

"Let's hide," he smiled, pulling her toward the shop door.

"Not in there! Are you crazy?" she asked as she took in the display in the front window.

With a wicked grin, Randy dragged her into the shop. "Relax, Court," he whispered as he looked over the wide array of adult novelties and apparel inside the tiny sex shop. "Nice," he whistled as he led her toward a rack of skimpy clothing.

"Oh yeah," she rolled her eyes. "That's really nice."

He held the outfit up to her body and looked her over. "It's you, baby," he winked.

Smacking his hand away, Courtney went about perusing the contents of a few other racks. None of it was her. She had never needed expensive lingerie with Dave. Sure, he had bought her a few chemises and nighties, but she had never actually worn one. Her husband had always been more content to just rip her clothes off when she walked in the front door.

"What about this?" Randy's voice invaded her thoughts again.

"Um," Courtney turned her head to the side and then smiled. "No fuckin' way," she laughed as he put the cheerleading uniform back on the rack. "And not that one either," she warned before he could even turn back around.

With a childish roll of his eyes, Randy pouted a lip at her and then grabbed another hanger. "A healthy fantasy life is sexy, baby," he reminded her, extending the outfit.

This time, she laughed out loud, disturbing the dozen or so shoppers who had gathered inside. "And what, pray tell, about this outfit is supposed to make me feel remotely sexy?" she asked, touching what appeared to be a studded dog collar and a pair of leather chaps on the hanger.

Randy shrugged and continued shopping, determined to find something that she would, at the very least, agree to try on for him. "What about this?"

Turning, Courtney let her eyes drift over the white satin corset in his hands. It had an overlet of black lace, the straps held in place by two baby pink bows. Attached to the hanger was a plastic package with white thigh-highs, also sporting bows on the tops. "Randy," she started. But the look on his face was so hopeful that she couldn't say "no" again. "Fine. I'll try it."

For nearly ten minutes, Randy strolled around the boutique, picking out lotions and incense, flirting with the girls at the counter, and wondering why in the world anyone would want a string of beads in their anal cavity. Finally, he slipped around the corner, into the dressing area.

"Well?" he asked.

"It's cute," Courtney called through the slatted door.

Staring at herself, Courtney couldn't help but admire how full and firm her breasts looked in the tight-fitting corset. And the thigh-highs made her legs appear longer and shapely. It was feminine, and it was sexy. Truth be told, she loved it.

"Let me see," Randy insisted from outside the door.

"Uh uh," Courtney denied, looking over herself again.

Sighing, he rested his forehead against the door. Every time he thought he was making some progress with her, she retreated again. "Baby," he whined slightly.

"Randy, there are no panties with it," she hissed, as though that would deter him from wanting to see her.

"Good," he laughed, standing up a little straighter and licking his lips. "That wasn't supposed to turn me off, was it?" he asked, his voice a low whisper outside the door.

The deep resonance of his voice, mixed with the sensual naivete with which he said most things, had a way of making her tummy flutter. "What do you think?" she rolled her eyes as she opened the door.

Randy drank in her appearance, his entire body responding instantly. Her legs were crossed and one hand rested on the top of the door while the other was propped on her hip. She was a vision. Absolutely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "Uh," he stuttered slightly, his body charging forward of it's own volition.

It seemed to Courtney that she was in his lap, his lips attached to her neck, before he even had time to enter the room and lock the door. "What the --" she started as his kisses moved to her mouth and his tongue swept inside.

For a moment, everything seemed to stop as the lovers embraced, exploring each other's mouths while Randy's hand roamed over Courtney's bare ass. But when he began to unbuckle his belt, she pulled back.

"What are you doing?"

He raised his eyebrow and stood, one hand on her hip as his pants fell to his ankles. Returning to his seat on the bench, he lifted her body and lowered her onto his erect shaft. "Taking the "try it before you buy it" approach," he winked.

She wanted to tell him they shouldn't be doing this. She wanted to remind him that anybody could be standing outside the door, recording them, or waiting to take pictures. She wanted to stop him from running his thumb over her clit and making her moan like that.

But as he lifted his hips and drove deeper into her heated core, Courtney found that she didn't want it to end. Every time with Randy was different. Whether they were at home in their own bed, or here, in a public dressing room, he made her feel like she was floating, and drowning, all at the same time. He wasn't Dave, nobody ever would be. But he was sure as hell the next best thing.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned back slightly and smiled at him. "You are so bad," she giggled as he thrust up again, hitting her spot and making her shake.

With a nod, Randy quickened his pace inside her and slid his hands under her ass. "Yeah," he agreed. "But I'm so damn good at it," he added with a smirk.

Leaning forward, she bit her lip to keep from screaming as he continue to move inside her, as her swollen nub brushed against him repeatedly. "I'm gonna come," she whispered in Randy's ear.

"Fuck," he sighed, her words bringing his orgasm on with force. He sucked on her earlobe in an attempt to keep himself from screaming her name.

Pulling her close, he wrapped his arms around her tightly and waited for both of their bodies to stop shaking.

"I'll wait for you outside," he smiled when he was finally able to stand and straighten his clothing.

As he and Courtney approached the counter, hand in hand, the clerk smiled knowingly. "Have you made your final decision, Mr. Orton?" she asked, her voice lilting with a slight hint of flirtation.

Courtney blushed as Randy let go of her hand and reached into his pocket for his wallet. "Oh yeah. That's the one," he nodded, sliding the little corset across the counter. "Definitely a keeper."

As they stepped out of the boutique, Randy checked his watch. "Shit," he sighed, stopping short. Courtney looked at him with expectant eyes. "I promised Lashley I would be back in the office by five to go over tomorrow's schedule," he said, biting his lip.

Nodding, Courtney squeezed his hand. She was about to tell him it was fine when she heard someone say her name. Turning, a smile stretched across her lips.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" Nitro asked.

Her smile spread wider as she turned her back to Randy. "I was actually just heading back there," she answered sweetly. "Um, Nitro, this is Randy," she introduced awkwardly.

Shifting uncomfortably, Randy moved his hand to her shoulder as he extended a hand to the young man before him. He didn't want to appear jealous - he knew that she hated that more than anything. But this guy was ogling his girlfriend while he was standing right there - and that didn't make him happy. "Nice to meet you," he said cordially, the professional in him demanding that he not throw a complete bitch fit. What kind of name is Nitro, anyway?

Nitro shook his hand and smiled. "Same here," he greeted. If he was uncomfortable, or at all disappointed, he didn't show it.

With a kiss to the top of Courtney's head for good measure, Randy checked his watch again. "We gotta get goin', Baby."

With an apologetic frown in Nitro's direction, Courtney conceded. "Right," she whispered. "Okay, so it was nice to see you, Nitro," she waved and began to turn.

"You're headed back to the coffee shop, right?" Courtney nodded. "Me, too. So," he looked at her and then to Randy, and then back, "Why don't we just walk together?" Smiling easily at Randy, he shrugged. "That way you can catch your cab and head back to the office without worrying if your girl got back safely."

He wanted to smack the kid in the head and tell him to take a hike. But as he checked his watch again, Randy realized that dropping Courtney off would take fifteen extra minutes he didn't have. "Thanks, man," he shook Nitro's hand again. Turning, his kissed Courtney softly, holding her cheeks in his hands a little longer than normal. "I'll see you at home around eight, okay?"

She waved good-bye and turned back to her new friend. "So," she let out a deep breath as they fell into step with one another. "That wasn't weird or anything."

Nitro let out another laugh, his shoulder brushing Courtney's as they walked. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend," he stated softly.

Blushing, she wasn't sure why it bothered her that he knew now. It wasn't like she had feelings for this artist she barely knew. "Is that a problem?"

Shrugging, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Not for me. Far as I know, women with boyfriends still have to eat sometime. So I figure I leave my offer for dinner on the table long enough, and you'll get hungry eventually."

He is a talented artist, Courtney. That's why you've got this tiny little crush. Because of his talent. Shaking her head, she just smiled as they continued to walk. Jackson Pollack had a talent for painting emotion, too, remember? And you didn't lay awake with an Art History book at night, fantasizing about his crazy ass. And you're not going to dream of this kid's either.

No matter how cute that ass might have been.