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 Eleven
Brecht groaned as she woke up to her phone ringing, hearing Randy's 'What the fuck?' from beside her in the bed. Sleepily she reached out and grabbed it, answering.
"Whoever this is, it'd better be fucking important." She really hoped it wasn't someone like Vince.
"It's always important Brecht."
She groaned again, "Fuck off Dave, I was sleeping."
"Jesus, Randy's foul mouth is rubbing off on you."
"Don't start that crap again Dave, or I'm gonna tell everyone to call you Bitchtista."
He growled at her through the phone before responding, "Look Brecht, we need to talk about Randy, he's-" His voice got louder as he went on before Brecht snapped her phone shut and slammed it down on her bedside table.
"Asshole." She muttered, rolling over and snuggling up to Randy's side. He automatically wrapped his arms around her and held her closer, nuzzling the top of her head slightly.
"Dave bugging you about me again?"
"Mmm…"
"Well he is only trying to protect you…" Randy murmured. Brecht nodded slightly, she knew that but she also knew about the bet and could handle herself well enough even if she didn't.
"Yeah I know… and I love him but he's still an annoying asshole."
Randy laughed softly, "Yeah you got that right."
Not long after, her phone rang again and she sighed. "He's a persistent annoying asshole."
"You'd better answer. Or else he might come storming over here."
"Fuck…" She mumbled, but reached without looking or moving and grabbed the phone.
"WHAT?" She answered snappily.
"Brecht, you should really listen to Dave…" This time it was Hunter.
"Oh for fucks sake, what is this? Are you having a bitch session or something? I am big enough and ugly enough to make my own choices and take care of myself Hunter. Now go away." She hung up before he could answer, shaking her head a little.
Randy was laughing slightly, "Sounds like your awesome foursome is banding together to save you from the big bad wolf. DiBiase and Cena will be calling next."
"Fan-fucking-tastic."
"You're unusually grumpy this morning, you know that sweetness?" He asked and finally she looked up at him, smirking and silencing her phone before tossing it onto the bedside table again.
"So cheer me up with some sexual endorphins."
He rolled so he hovered atop her, smirking right back. "It would be my pleasure." Moments later their lips met, his hands grasping her breasts and giving a gentle squeeze, causing a moan to leave her.
For the next couple of weeks Dave, Hunter, Ted and John made it their business to try and convince Brecht to leave Randy. It was grating on her nerves and Randy could tell. However, he was always there to calm her down… usually with some hot angry sex.
She was falling for him more and more everyday, he seemed to know every little thing about her and she felt like she knew every nuance of his personality. Together they got through the 'awesome foursome's determination to end the bet early as well as Maria springing up whenever she could to tell them how cute they were.
Brecht was laying back against Randy's chest, situated between his legs. The two of them were completely nude and coated in a light sheen of sweat. His arms rested around her and her hands lay atop his, her eyes shut as she just enjoyed the moment with him.
"I'm gonna miss this." He murmured and Brecht suddenly felt choked up. She nodded a little though.
"Yeah… me too…" She whispered, not wanting it all to end but not really being able to afford the monetary loss it would bring. Also her ego didn't want to let this go and she knew Randy's wouldn't either.
+B/R+
"He'll do it soon." Dave muttered, shaking his head. "She's so damn pig headed! Not listening to us."
John snorted, "You know, in a way they're bloody perfect for each other…"
"Once I've finished beating him… I'm coming after you Dave." Hunter threatened and Ted rolled his eyes.
"Maybe we should be thinking more about what we're gonna do to look after Brecht when this is all over."
+B/R+
"It's almost time… isn't it?" Brecht asked softly, still resting against Randy's chest as the man played with her hair.
"Yeah…" He winced faintly.
"You worried about how the awesome foursome might rip you limb from limb?" She asked softly, tilting her head to look up at him.
"Just a little." He murmured, smiling faintly at her.
"Hmmm… well I guess… there could be a way."
And so the two devised a plan…
Author's Note: Ok, I know this is a little shorter than usual, I'm sorry! But at least it's an update right? Hopefully next chapter will be longer… it will, at least, be a little more dramatic. So enjoy it! Hopefully I'll also have more updates coming regularly for a bit as I'm now on break. :) (Sorry if the formatting is weird, it's late and I'm tired and... well hopefully it's not totally crap xD )