CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Lamika drug herself only reluctantly out of the bathtub several hours later, the combination of hot water, no food in awhile and alcohol leaving her pleasantly buzzed. Now all she needed was the chance to light a damn cigarette! Sighing, she pulled on her tee shirt and walked over to the door, peeking her head out. "You awake?"

David sighed, nodding, a quarter of JD in his system, making him temporarily forget about the pain in his leg. "What's up Mika?"

She walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, staring down at him. "Why does Kane hate you so much?" She asked, being buzzed enough to have the courage to ask him that, having been mulling over it in the bathtub. "And why is he trying to psych me out?"

"Because he's a fucking lunatic. The man hasn't liked me from day one and I don't like him." David made it sound like the simplest thing in the world, sitting up to look at her. "What did he do to you Lamika?"

"He just used my face as a canvas as your blood as the paint." She frowned. "I'd like to cocock the son of a bitch. Calm down."

"I am calm." He stated, looking relaxed and thoroughly calm though inside him a deep, dark hatred was brewing inside of him. "We're leaving tomorrow. We're leaving so he can't psych you out anymore."

"I didn't say he was psyching me out. I asked why he was TRYING to psych me out!" Lamika said indignantly, moving off the bed to stand up. "Christ you're such a bear!"

"Sorry." He grunted. "I don't mean to be Mika. I'm sorry, come here please." He gently commanded, holding out his hand to her.

Reluctantly, she took it, letting him pull her back down on the bed. "I'm really sorry about what I did to your leg." She whispered. "If I would've known what kinda trouble…" Lamika shook her head. "Okay, I'm not REALLY sorry cause you flung that knife in my thigh first but I'm sorry that Kane took advantage of it."

"It's fine." David whispered back, pulling her down to lay on his chest, running his fingers through her hair. "I deserved it after what I did to you, like you said. I had it coming and I knew the son of a bitch was going to take advantage. I just hope you enjoyed the show."

Lamika snuggled against him, running her fingers up and down his side. "It was pretty cool until your match." She admitted. "Oh god… Skittles is fucking crazy though… when he did that shit off the rail thing!"

"That's Jeff for you. That boy is insane. I guess I'm gonna have to show you a tape of the TLC matches. You talk about brutality. That's almost as bad as Hell In A Cell." He informed her, smirking when her eyes lit up. "Do you know what a TLC match is?"

"Tables, ladders and chairs." Lamika said promptly, giggling at the look on his face. She propped her head up on her hands, more then comfortable laying on him and smiled slightly. "Jeff kept me in the cafeteria for an hour explaining the finer points of TLC matches to me." She explained.

"That don't surprise me." David chuckled and shook his head, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Wrestling aside, there's something else I wanted to talk to you about…" He trailed off, taking another swig of his Jack. "You don't hate me for… earlier right?"

She took the bottle and downed a few shots in one gulp, not spilling a drop before setting it aside on the nightstand. "No… if I hated you, I'd of made the attempt to kill you. You should know at by now." Her blue eyes moved to his lips.

Smiling slightly, David pulled her back down. "Shall we try again?" He murmured, not giving her the chance to reply before capturing her lips in a soft caress.

Lamika melted against him instantly, kissing him back just as softly. She tilted her head to the side when he deepened the kiss, tasting his mouth, which tasted of JD and something else that could became very addicting. "Mmm…" She murmured, pulling away to nuzzle his neck.

David groaned, wrapping her up in his strong arms, capturing her mouth again, this time kissing her more passionately and urgently. Rolling her over onto her back, he coaxed her mouth open with his tongue, groaning when he tasted her yet again. "So beautiful…" He whispered against her lips.

She ran her hands up his broad back, feeling his muscles flex under her touch. Then Lamika became acutely aware of the fact that the only clothes he wore were his wrestling trunks and all she was in was a flimsy tee shirt. "David…" She whispered, her eyes darkening with passion.

"This is at your pace. I'm not forcing you into anything." He gruffly whispered, his hands skimming down her thighs.

Lamika felt a rush of relief course through her, not even aware she'd been worried, when he said that. She slowly moved out from under him, smiling when he rolled onto his back and moved down so she was straddling his thighs. Hooking her hands into the waistband of his trunks, Lamika slowly tugged them down, taking her time and studying his body as she did.

"Your pace Lamika." He repeated softly, wanting to assure her that this was entirely in her hands.

She didn't answer him with words, just moved down to kneel between his legs and took his erected cock in her hand. She brought her small hands up it, one after the other, watching the pre-cum that gathered on the tip before bending her head down to flick it with her tongue. Lamika glanced up at him for a moment, swirling the tip of her tongue around the head of his dick, starting at the head and then down, bringing her tongue up in long, teasing strokes, like licking an ice cream cone.

"Jesus christ…" David gasped out, raking his hands through his hair and down his face, not believing how good her mouth felt around him. He groaned from low in the back of his throat, staring down at her, watching her suck him off. "Goddamn Lamika…"

Lamika smirked before taking him in her mouth again, slowly bobbing her head on him, swirling her tongue against his dick in figure eight patterns. She stopped long enough to lick away the pre-cum again, licking her lips hungrily before moving back down on him, her hands now kneading his hips, moaning around him. She'd never liked giving oral sex before but this could turn into a worse habit then her smoking.

He couldn't take it anymore, feeling his balls tightening, gripping the bed sheets so he didn't rip her hair out and felt his release tearing throughout his body. David growled, shooting his load into her very willing mouth, grunting as she continued to suck him, milking him dry. "Holy fuck!" He coughed out, collapsing back on the bed, breathing raggedly.

Lamika licked her lips clean before licking his cock clean as well, making sure she didn't leave a drop. She finally rolled off of the bed, grabbing the bottle of JD and took a long swallow, smirking at him. "You all right?"

"I'll be fine if you get your cute little ass back here." He rumbled, reaching out for her and groaning when she danced out of reach.

Shaking her head, Lamika took another drink, swaying on her feet lightly, feeling something like a head rush as she stared into his eyes. "How bout you just come wake me up when you're rested and ready to go?" She suggested, her lips curling into a teasing smile before disappearing into her bedroom.

She made it as far as the bed and promptly collapsed, rolling onto her back and managing one last drink, setting the bottle on the floor. She licked her lips, thinking 'yeah, worse then nicotine' and groaned. "Great, gonna have to break that addiction next."