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 Seven
They finally arrived at breakfast about 45 minutes later, both in good spirits- why wouldn't they be? Brecht's fingers were curled around Randy's hand and she was speaking to him softly when they were interrupted.
"Oi! Parker!"
Brecht's head snapped up- Parker was her last name, and if she recognised that voice… "Cena!"
She let her fingers slip from Randy's and jogged over to John to hug him, beaming. She hadn't actually seen him since she'd started at Raw. "Hey shorty." He said to her with a wink and she laughed, pulling back and shoving some hair over her shoulder before stepping back slightly to slide her hand into Randy's. He kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer, feeling slightly possessive.
"Gee, you two got close fast." John commented, raising a brow in Brecht's direction, though he knew all about the bet. Brecht shrugged casually.
"We have a lot in common."
Randy had to work hard not to laugh at this statement, just watching as John nodded slightly.
"Right, well come sit with us." He said, gesturing behind him where the rest of the newly dubbed 'awesome foursome' (not that they knew it) were sitting. She and Randy followed him over to the booth and slid in after a moment, Randy sliding his arm around her waist. Ted cleared his throat but Randy didn't pull away and Brecht grinned, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Cosy…" Dave muttered and Brecht shot him a glare.
"So what's for breakfast?" She asked.
"Don't worry, it's coming." Hunter muttered.
"What did you two do last night?" Ted asked and Brecht sighed, she'd expected this. She'd almost thought they'd have some well thought out torture plan, despite the fact they had made the bet, though of course since they didn't expect her to know about it they had to act normally.
"Movies. Dinner. Sleep." She said simply, before Randy could actually speak.
"Sleep?" Dave asked, raising one brow and she gave him that glare again.
"Yes, sleep. Where you lay down, shut your eyes and rest. Sleep."
"Not sex?"
"No, Sex is definitely different from SLEEP."
"Okay, okay…" Dave conceded, raising his hands defensively.
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Needless to say, the rest of breakfast was a somewhat uncomfortable affair and Brecht was glad when it was over, grabbing Randy's hand and pulling him away from the restaurant. She sighed when they were alone in the elevator.
"Good grief… Imagine what they'd have been like if you hadn't made that damn bet." She muttered, shaking her head.
"Thank god for the bet then. Geez." He mumbled and she laughed softly.
"Awwe… come on Orton, you're a tough guy, you can take it." She winked at him and actually blushed when he leant in to press a soft kiss on her lips.
"Yeah… I know." He told her softly and caught himself thinking anything for you but he shrugged it off, walking out of the elevator as the doors opened, gently tugging her along behind him.
She followed along to her hotel room where they both paused outside the doors. A soft sigh escaped her lips "Well… I suppose I should go in there and pack."
"Yeah…" He said, clearing his throat "Shall we travel to the airport together?"
"I dunno, the girls are bound to annoy me if I don't talk to them soon."
"Well, we're probably not sitting together on the plane…" He said and she looked up into his eyes. They were hard to read and after a moment she gave up trying, pressing her lips to his instead. The physical action was much easier to understand and she found herself pressed to the door, his lips passionate against hers. If nothing else they still had the incredible sexual tension between them.
"Okay… We'll travel together… but I need to pack." She told him somewhat breathlessly.
"How long will that take?" He asked with a devilish grin and she smiled back, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe, causing him to shudder.
"You go and pack your stuff, and bring it here when you're done, and I'll see what I can do for you, okay?" She told him, pulling back and winking. He grinned at her and pressed another sizzling kiss to her lips before darting off. It took her a moment to get over the kiss before she slid into her room.
She packed quickly and quietly, trying to reassure herself that what she was feeling was just the physical reaction to Randy's touch, it had nothing to do with emotions, because they both knew this was just for the bet. The sex on the side was just benefit. And there was plenty more of that benefit to come.
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The two only just made it to the airport on time, Brecht's hand casually looped through Randy's as they walked in and checked their luggage in. They retrieved their tickets and found out they weren't sitting next to each other, just like Randy had thought. They did however, sit with one another until they needed to board.
Brecht found herself sitting with Beth, Mickie, Melina and Maria. She was in one row, at the window seat with Beth next to her and Mickie on the end of the row, then Melina and Maria in front of them. Once they were safely in the air and could take their seatbelts off Brecht found Melina and Maria looking over their seats eagerly at her. She glanced to her left and found Mickie and Beth looking at her too.
"C'mon Girl, we want details!" Mickie exclaimed softly and Brecht laughed.
"Uhm… he's an amazing kisser…" She offered, shrugging her shoulder and looking down at the book she'd pulled out while the plane was taking off.
She missed the glance Mickie and Beth gave to each other. "Sweetie, you aren't falling for him are you?" Beth asked.
Brecht forced a laugh and shook her head "No, of course not."
"Well you certainly seem to have him enamoured with you…" Melina said rationally, "Even if this is a bet, if he's really falling for you maybe it won't hurt."
As if my charms are that good Brecht thought to herself, making sure she didn't roll her eyes. "Seriously guys, I'm not, I just feel weird talking about it, even if it is a bet with you all."
"Well okay then… you get back to reading…" Beth said, looking over to Mickie who started a conversation between the two of them. Melina sat back down in her seat properly and Maria and Brecht locked eyes for a moment.
In that moment Brecht knew Maria was smarter than people gave her credit for and had to force herself to look away, feeling like Maria could see what she was thinking. The girl leaned in closer so only Brecht could hear her whisper "It'll turn out okay." And slid back down in her seat.
Brecht groaned softly to herself, looking out the planes window for a moment before turning back to her book.
Randy found himself sitting with the 'Awesome Foursome' and resisted groaning, this meant interrogation time. He himself was sitting in between John and Ted, and Dave and Hunter were looking on sternly. He almost felt like a child getting in trouble off their father.
"You two seem very close." Ted said, and Randy could hear a note of concern in his voice.
Dave continued for him, "Look, I know I made this bet but… if she's really falling for you… and you break her heart like the bet calls for… I will pound you into the ground."
Randy quirked a brow at his friend "You know, that's not exactly fair since you did make the bet." And he had no intention of losing, or breaking Brecht's heart for that matter. How could I when we both know about the bet? He thought to himself.
Hunter growled softly from his other side, "If he doesn't, I will." He said threateningly and Randy made a note for himself to tell Brecht not to act devastated when the end of this bet came about or he would be pummelled.
He decided it would be wiser NOT to point out that it would still be unfair if Hunter beat him up since Hunter had agreed to the bet.
"And no sex. If you do anything like that…" Cena started, making a face. Randy rolled his eyes this time.
"Would you all chill out, it's a damn bet." Randy muttered, grabbing the complimentary magazine out of the pocket on the back of the seat in front of him and flipping it open. Ted seemed slightly surprised but after glancing at John decided to leave it, pulling out his own book whilst John put earphones in.
It was a long flight.
Author's Note: I know, I know, I meant to update earlier but things have been a little hectic lately! Yesterday was RAW live in Sydney and it was AMAZING. Randy was hilarious, seriously. If I tell you everything that happened it'll be a whole new chapter though, but if you're that curious you can send me a private message and I'll tell you lol. Anyway, thanks for reading, please review and if you haven't, please take my poll! The results are surprising me!
Nikki: I'm glad you like it! I'm looking forward to writing this since I know exactly where it goes lol and I'm glad you can see so many different possibilities for it.
To answer your question, Brecht is a Germanic name and it means "Nobly Bright". It can be pronounced two ways, Brayt or the way it looks, Brekt. In this story I tend to think of it being pronounced the way it looks, it's an interesting sound. Thanks for the good question and the review!