Everyone seemed to love the last chapter! Yay! I had so much fun planning that wedding. It gave me ideas for my own (whenever that day may come).. And it made me happy that yall enjoyed it to!
And Christina89, yeah, when he's in street clothes, he wears his wedding band.. Which isn't that often we see him in street clothes.. And I'm not complaining, I love his "Orton panties"!
Chapter 11- The Object Of My Affection
I wrapped my arms around Randy's waist, standing behind him, as he unlocked the door to our suite. I could feel his warmth through the layers of clothing on his back. The faint smell of his cologne still lingered in the air. The soft chime of the security system sounded out, and Randy pushed the door open. I let him go, and we both entered the room. Although I knew I was imagining it, the room felt different to me. As if the suite knew the people staying here were married. The fireplace was lit, the lights were dimmed and fresh white roses were in each vase. Talk about room service, I thought. Randy threw the key card on the counter dividing the living room from the kitchen. I watched as he shimmied out of his jacket, draping it over a bar stool. He undid the buttons on his vest, removing it and his tie. I stared at him, in black dress pants and his white collared shirt that he had unbuttoned at the top. A wave of heat ran up my spine. This man was my husband. He solely belonged to me; no one else. I got immense pleasure from the fact.
Randy leaned his shoulder against the wall, turning to face me with a soft smirk. "So, now that we are finally alone, what do you want to do?"
I smiled at him, carefully making my way to him, trying not to trip on my dress. "I can think of a few things, Mr. Orton."
Emotion flitted across Randy's eyes, as he reached out for me, wrapping his long arms around my back. "Is that so, Mrs. Orton?"
Mrs. Orton. That was going to take some getting used to. Your name just doesn't change everyday. But the love and happiness that rushed through my body as my new name slipped from his lips, well, I've never felt anything like it. I laced my fingers around his the back of his neck, and pulled him to me. It didn't take long for him to react, and he kissed me back with extreme passion. It wasn't minutes until I was breathless. I felt Randy's hands move on my back, and slowly, I felt the zipper being pulled open on my dress. He placed a warm hand flat on my flesh. I shivered, and broke away from him.
"Wait," I breathed. He looked down at me in confusion. And just to make my feelings still clear, I grabbed a handful of his shirt forcefully. I reached up on my toes and spoke in his ear. "Give me ten minutes, and meet me upstairs."
Heat flamed in his eyes, as I slowly backed away from him, and carefully went up the carpeted stairs. Quickly opening up my suitcase, I grabbed what I needed and rushed into the bathroom. I sat the garment down on the sink-counter, and gently slipped out of my wedding dress. Hanging it up on the hook behind the door, I slipped on the new nightie I had purchased just for tonight. It was made for maternity ware. It was a black silk, spaghetti strapped night gown, that stopped mid-thigh. The bust had black lace covering the silk material with a slim pale pink ribbon sowed just beneath it. There was another thin ribbon dividing the silk cloth at the bottom. The solid material stopped just after the curve of my bottom. See-through lace fell to mid-thigh, showing off my legs. Once I was satisfied, I began picking out all of the bobby-pins in my hair. After about five minutes, my hair flowed loosely down my back, in soft curls. I shook my fingers through it, giving it a little extra body; although my hair was always thick enough. Once I made a deodorant check, I grabbed the handle of the door. I took a deep breath, and went into the bedroom.
Randy had his back to me, staring out of the window, into the starry night sky. I could tell from this distance, that his shirt was untucked and completely unbuttoned. I heard the soft thuds of my barefeet on the carpet, and I assumed Randy did too, because he slowly turned around. He started to take a step towards me, and stopped. I felt his eyes roam over me, causing passion to lick over my entire body. He finally joined me in the middle of the room. He stood in front of me, and ran his fingertips down my bare arm, and back up the side of my gown. His fingers trailed up my side, danced across my chest, causing me to shiver. He finally cupped my face.
"Lora Orton," he murmured, using his hand to tilt my head up and to the side. He used his other hand to drag his fingers across my neck, moving all of my hair behind my shoulder. I waited for him to finish his thought, but then it hit; that was his thought. He just wanted to hear my new name said aloud. As if, he liked the taste of it on his tongue. That simple idea sent pleasure rippling in my chest. His lips crashed against mine without any warning. What little breath I had in my lungs was gone. I couldn't think about breathing, all I could think about was Randy and what he was doing to me.
I ran my hands down his bare chest, hooking my fingers into his belt. Slowly, I pulled loose the buckle, and revealed the zipper. I made quick work of that, popping open the button, and slipping the zipper down, as I backed Randy up. I tugged impatiently on his pants and boxers. When they both hit the floor, Randy's bare legs hit the edge of the bed. He fell back into a sitting position, eyes blazing up at me. My hands traveled up and down his revealed thighs, as I knelt between his legs. His low groan only encouraged me when I ran up his length softly with my fingers. There was a deep part of me that loved what I did to him. Loved the pleasure I enticed in him. I leaned over him, and tasted his flesh. Randy's hands twined in my hair as his breathing became heavy. I took him slowly in my mouth. And very gently, I began to work my way up and down his length, in a steady rhythm. I carefully let my teeth graze over his sensitive skin. I knew that he was close to loosing it, so I redoubled my efforts. I wanted this night to be a perfect as he made our wedding day. His hands clenched in my hair, pulling on it softly, and he grunted out into the room. I knew the moment he was lost in the waves. It took him several moments to recover, before I felt his hands grab my arms, and pulled me up.
He stood up, bringing me with him, as he led a gently assault on my lips. And I was surrendering to him willingly. I felt him clawing at my clothing, wanting desperately to free me. Before I knew what happened, he had lifted me up, bridal style, and carried me to the head of the King-sized bed. He set me down against the pillows gently. Randy moved to hover over me, his hands playing with the lace at the bottom of my nightie. I lifted my back from the bed, and he took his cue, pulling the gown up and off me. All that stood between us now were the matching panties. His lip assault moved to my throat, sucking gently on the hollow beneath my ear. My breathing was ragged and my heart was pounding. His ran his fingers over my cheek, along my jaw, down my throat and paused slightly over my collarbone. My head was screaming at him to continue his descent. They must've heard, because his hand traveled further down, and gently cupped me. I arched my back into his touch. When his lips were finally satisfied with my throat, they left a trail of kisses along my collarbone, leaving the skin burning. A guttural moan escaped my throat as his teeth nipped at my sensitive flesh and his lips closed around me. His unbutton shirt made a makeshift tent around us, but I was not happy with it; it hid the skin of his back that I so desperately wanted to touch. I tugged roughly at it, forcing him to lift up from me, to slip it off his arms. But he didn't waste anymore time at replacing his lips against my body. I happily wrapped my arms around his back, digging my nails into his skin. He moved to the side me, lying out next to my left, capturing my lips in another heated kiss. I moaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss to drop my head back as his hand massaged my core. The gentle pressure of his palm pressing against me sent every cell into frenzy. Randy quickly disappeared, and I felt him remove the black silk panties, before returning to lay next to me. His lips traveled along my jaw as I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and resting the other hand on the back of his head. I gasped and clutched at him when Randy slipped a finger deep within me. My legs shook slightly at his steady pace. And just when I thought it couldn't feel any better, another finger joined in the process.
Randy knew that I was about go under, and he pulled away. He sat up, and pulled me up so we were both kneeling on the bed. He grabbed my head with both hands and kissed me hard once. He then moved behind me, and swiftly placed two pillows in front of me. And before I could even think what was about to happen, his hands were on my back, and gently bent me forward. My heart flew to my throat at the idea of trying something new. The thought had never occurred to us before we were forced to think about. When my stomach was too big for him to be on top. I propped my elbows on the pillows, as I felt his adjust my legs with his own. The pressure on my back wasn't weighing down on me, as I was bent over. His hands slid up my back. I clutched the pillow as he pushed into me softly. He curled his fingers of one hand on my shoulder, and wrapped the other arm around me, pressing his warm hand in the valley of my chest. He slowly pulled out, and pushed back in gently. I frowned slightly; I knew what he was doing. This was something different for us, and he was unsure about my condition. But I felt fine, more than fine, and I needed all of him.
"Randy," I whimpered out. I felt his hands tighten on me. "Please?"
He seemed to understand what I was getting at. And very carefully, he being to quicken his pace. I moaned, and rocked my hips in motion with him. Each thrust came faster, harder and deeper. The feel of his skin against mine, sending all of my nerve endings into overtime. I knew Randy was finally letting himself go, and get lost in the moment. And I was enjoying every second of it. My legs and arms trembled from the emotion racking my body. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out. And as soon as I thought that, Randy thrust quickly back into me, and I caved. Every muscle seized up and I pressed back against just as the waves started to subside, Randy released, bringing on a new tidal wave. He braced himself with a hand on the bed. He lightly rested his head on my shoulder, panting against me softly.
Slowly, he rolled us over on our sides, so we were both lying on the bed. He molded his body against mine. And, while I was on the edge of exhaustion, with Randy petting and running his fingers through my hair, I came to the conclusion that that was the most intense moment we had shared together.
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I woke up the next morning, in a different position. I was still without clothes, but instead of lying head towards the foot of the bed, I was under the covers, in proper sleeping arrangements. The heavy curtain was drawn, so I didn't know what the time was. I looked next to me to see that Randy was not in the bed. I stretched my arms high over my head, and sat up, pulling the comforter up with me. I was about to make my way to the bathroom when the door open, and Randy walked in. Carrying a room service tray. I smiled at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Breakfast?" he offered, setting the tray down on the bed in front of me. I lifted the lid to see several strips of bacon, toast and grape jelly, and a stack of two pancakes. I was pleasantly surprised to see that eggs were missing. Ever since I got pregnant, the scent of cooked eggs made me queasy. Randy moved around the bed, sitting next to me. I smirked at him, picking up a piece of bacon.
"Amazing sex and breakfast in bed? If this is what it means to be your wife, I should have married you a long time ago," I joked, taking a bite of the crispy meat in my hands. I heard Randy's deep chuckle, and he let his hand roam in circles on my bare back. Goosebumps erupted wherever he touched. I had to concentrate on eating my food. He leaned over to me, pressing his lips close to my ear.
"As much as I would like to stay in bed with you, just as you are, we'll need to leave in two hours," his gruff voice traveled the length of my spine, causing me to shiver. He just admitted that he would rather stay here, completely without clothes, with me than head to Los Angeles. I swallowed the last bite of the strip of bacon, and turned my head towards him. He was already so close, that our lips almost touched.
"We have the rest of our lives to be like this," I whispered against his lips. He groaned softly, and left the bed jerkily. I fought my smile as he quickly went into the bathroom. A few seconds later I the shower running. I wondered if he was using hot or cold water. I giggled softly at the thought.
I worked on my breakfast, getting lost in my thoughts. If truth were told, I didn't want to leave our suite. This was the only room, as of yet, to have seen Randy and I both pre- and post-marriage. We were safely cocooned in this room, void of any interruptions. As soon as we both stepped out of the door, the safety blanket was gone, and it was back to life. It wasn't as if I wasn't expecting this, but it didn't make the decision to leave any less easier. I took the last bite of my pancakes, and climbed out of the bed. I found my panties from last night, and quickly slipped them on. Although, I couldn't find my nightie. I hadn't a clue where Randy had thrown it last night. But, I improvised with his white button down. However, I couldn't button it all the way down, but stomach got in the way. So, I settled with just going as far as I could, and let my stomach peep out. And I began to pack as I waited on Randy to leave the bathroom. I didn't understand how that man could take the length of showers he did; he didn't even have any hair to wash.
I was nearly finished with on own stuff, excluding my bathroom things, when the door clicked open. I turned to see him, standing by the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist. My breath caught in my throat just by looking at him. He lifted his head, and his eyes did their normal once over. He stared at me with an intense look in his eye for several moments before slowly coming to stand in front of me.
"Do you have any idea what it does to me to see you in my clothes?" his hot breath tickled my face. I forced away a shiver, and stepped away from him. I turned to walk towards the bathroom. But I paused at the door, and turned around slowly. He was still watching me. I smirked at him.
"I'm going to take a bath," I said, lowering my voice, tilting my head to side softly. I plucked softly at his shirt. "If you want this back, you know where to find it."
I turned on my heel, and walked towards the massive bathtub. I bent over, knowing I was still clear in his view, and turned on the faucet. And above the sound of running water hitting the bottom of the tub, I heard the bathroom door shut behind me. I smiled when I heard his footsteps.
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The next Monday, I sat in the titantron room of the Staples Center, in Los Angeles. It was the same arena that the pay-per-view had been last night. An event that, in my opinion, wasn't all the exciting. And when I say that it wasn't exciting, I just mean the just a few good guys came out on top. I was always one of those fans that were biased of the good guys. The only really happy thing that happened last night, other than Melina defeating Alicia for the Diva's title, was team WWE beating the Nexus in a seven on seven elimination tag team match. I was thrilled when John made Wade Barrett tap out to win the match.
Of course, I was upset that Randy didn't receive the championship last night, even though he won the match. Sometimes, it's a real pain that the title doesn't change hands with a disqualification. Though, Randy didn't seemed too fazed by it, after he got his revenge when the match was over. He was still feeling the after affects from the wedding. I covered my mouth, while I giggled, when I thought about how long we were both water-pruney from my bath.
Since the arena had been used by us last night, I didn't have any music to load, but just to arrange them in the right order. I was finished within fifteen minutes. I had almost decided to visit the locker rooms, when my door opened. I turned to see Randy shutting the door behind him. I smiled at him, and swiveled my chair to face him.
"And what to do I owe this pleasure?"
He smiled at me, taking the chair next to mine. "I was just coming to see how the meeting with Vince went?"
I had received a call this morning, with Vince's secretary saying that he wanted to meet with me before the show. I smiled at the memory of the meeting. It hadn't went the way I had planned it too.
"Oh, I just had to come in and fill out some paperwork," I said, watching a confused look flit across his face. And before he could come up with the wrong conclusion, I filled him in. "He wanted me to resign my contract, and other forms, with my new name. Otherwise, Lora Orton wouldn't be working for the WWE; Lora Pierce was."
I let my eyes roam over his left hand. He was wearing his wedding band still. I knew he wouldn't wear it for the show, and I was okay with that. I didn't want anything happening to it. Then my eyes ran over my own hand. Seeing both rings in place on the right finger, made my stomach do a flip. A flip that I didn't mind at all. A flip that I would gladly live with.
A/N
What a wedding night! And marriage day one! Lol, I hope you all enjoyed it! PLEASE REVIEW!
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