Title: All Bets Are On
Rating: M
Characters: Mainly Randy Orton and OC. Will include many others though.
Summary: Two People. Two Bets. 34 000 Dollars. You tell me what could go wrong.
Disclaimer: I own diddly squat except for the OC. Brecht is aaaaall mine.
All Bets Are On
Chapter Five
"So what are we going to tell everyone?" Brecht asked Randy, glancing up at him from where her head was resting against his chest, they'd woken up a few minutes ago and Randy had ordered room service.
"Well… for starters, Dave would laugh at me if I said we'd had sex on the first date, I doubt he'd believe it of you. Then Cena, DiBiase and Hunter would attempt to knock my block off… so let's just say I slept in your room but we didn't sleep together."
"Sounds good to me. I can tell them you were a perfect gentleman," She said before laughing softly and he smirked at her.
"I kept you pleasured, I was a perfect gentleman."
"I'm not denying that Orton, but they wouldn't see it that way." She told him with a small grin. "Now what else to say… how about another date tonight because we hit it off so well?"
"Sure. Maybe we should actually go to a restaurant tonight." Randy offered, shrugging.
"No… I think we should get room service. Get to know each other. Literally first, then physically." She offered, shifting to straddle him and wink. Randy chuckled softly…
"Sounds good to me… but right now I think we should say good morning."
Brecht leaned in and pressed her lips to his, feeling his hands shift to caress the back of her head as a moan escaped her lips. She'd known Randy for quite a while, so this didn't seem too weird to her, and they had agreed to date, even if it wasn't on a basis of love so she figured she should get something out of it.
It was strange- if anyone knew about this she would probably be considered a slut, but on Randy's behalf they'd just consider it normal…
They'd only just finished making love when the room service arrived, Randy sliding out of bed and pulling his boxers on before answering the door and bringing the room service into the bedroom. Brecht was sitting on the bed in only her underwear now, eagerly tucking in when the food was in front of her.
"I think after this that we should shower together. You know, save water." She suggested, laughing softly. Randy beamed at her.
"You know… I really like you, you're not afraid of sex."
"Why would I want to be when I'm having sex with you?"
"You're inflating my ego."
"As much as I don't want to do that, I'm telling the truth."
"Well don't worry, I'd never be afraid of sex when I'm having it with you." He told her, glancing at their empty plates now. "How about that shower?"
She laughed softly and slid off the bed, "I'd like that…"
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They arrived later at the arena together for the house show they'd be doing, hand in hand. Brecht felt strangely comfortable with Randy even though this was an agreement between them both. They got some surprised looks from people as he walked her to the women's locker room, leaning in to kiss her cheek and whisper a goodbye. "I'll see you later for our date."
The husky tone of his voice sent shivers down her spine and she smirked at him, "I look forward to it…" She whispered back, waving slightly as she watched him keep walking down to the men's locker room.
This bet is way too easy… She thought to herself, disappearing into the locker room. She was surprised to find it was empty, but it was only moments before a mob of giggly women entered the locker room. Mickie slapped her shoulder hard.
"Girl, you have Orton wrapped around your little finger already! Tell me, what happened? What did he whisper in your ear?"
One glance around told her that all the divas were watching and waiting expectantly for her news. "Well… we went out somewhere simple and got some dinner… We talked a bit… went back to my hotel room to watch TV…"
"Did you sleep with him?" Beth asked, raising a brow, "Cause if you did I bet he's only planning to stick around for more."
Brecht rolled her eyes- she had slept with him, but she knew differently about his sticking around. She shook her head though, "No, actually he was a real gentleman. He ended up staying the night though, we fell asleep watching the movies. We had breakfast together and he asked if I wanted to go on another date with him tonight, I said yes and we drove here together."
"Don't give it up tonight either." Mickie advised, "Not if you want to win this bet anyway."
"Don't worry Mickie. I don't plan on losing."
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"Guess who scored a second date?" Randy said proudly as he stepped into the room, and was met by Dave's startled face, followed by a protective Ted.
"You didn't sleep with her did you?"
Randy rolled his eyes much like Brecht had when asked this question. Yes, he'd slept with her but he wasn't about to say that. "I was the perfect gentleman DiBiase, I do want to get her to stick around you know. We went to her room and watched movies. I slept there, yes, but not with her. We had breakfast together this morning and I drove us both here. We're going on a date tonight."
"Don't you dare sleep with her tonight either." Hunter growled from behind him, and Randy rolled his eyes again. If only they knew- he wasn't even the one who'd initiated the sex.
"Of course not Hunter. I told you, perfect gentleman."
The older man looked at him dubiously, but sighed in frustration and walked away, mumbling something about being stupid for being involved in this bet.
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