A/N: This is a little, short chapter I wrote up real fast yesterday (Happy Easter by the way!). I've actually been making a lot of progress with this story and should hopefully be able to have steady updates for it. Even though it's short, I'm happy with this chapter and I hope you like it. I warn you there is a *mild* sex scene, nothing too bad though! :) R&R loves.
Chapter Eleven: Caught in the Act
YourSexySavior: So, let me get this straight…
YourSexySavior: He asks you out, WHILE your still with Cody?
IffyJiffy: And you say yes? I'm going to cry. :'(
RaleighRocks: I didn't exactly say yes!
YourSexySavior: Let me guess… you didn't exactly say no either?
RaleighRocks: You know, you guys asked me to be honest about why I wasn't talking to anyone for a few weeks. I'm trying to be honest.
RaleighRocks: You're making it really hard though.
IffyJiffy: I'm just grossed out.
YourSexySavior: My sentiments exactly.
RaleighRocks: Neither of you should ever be therapists, you're awful.
IffyJiffy has signed off.
RaleighRocks: Where'd Jeff go?
YourSexySavior: Squirrel…
YourSexySavior: Anyway, I just don't want you getting hurt. Plus, you're getting yourself into a very sticky situation. Having two boyfriends?
YourSexySavior: You little skank.
RaleighRocks: Not. Helping.
YourSexySavior: You need to understand that I'm worried for you, that's all.
RaleighRocks: I know what I'm doing. I think.
YourSexySavior: You need to choose one. I don't condone the "I don't like monogamous relationships" thing.
RaleighRocks: I will… I just need time to figure out which one.
YourSexySavior: It should be a simple choice!
YourSexySavior: You hate Randy!
RaleighRocks: Kind of.
YourSexySavior: You can't "kind of" hate someone. You do or you don't.
RaleighRocks: I'm confused.
YourSexySavior: God, please don't tell me you're falling for him.
YourSexySavior: Raleigh?
YourSexySavior: HELLO?
YourSexySavior: No…
YourSexySavior: I hate you.
RaleighRocks: I never said that.
YourSexySavior: This all started with you hating his guts. Now, you still apparently hate him, but you like him at the same time? Which is it?
YourSexySavior: You're truly in the definition of a love-hate relationship. You both hate each other, yet you are sexually driven to each other?
YourSexySavior: I don't get it, I'll be honest.
RaleighRocks: That makes two of us.
YourSexySavior: I don't know what you hate more, each other, or falling in love with each other.
YourSexySavior: I gotta go though, I'll see you tomorrow.
YourSexySavior: Good luck, love.
YourSexySavior has signed off.
"Your on your computer an awful lot, who are you always talking to?" Randy quietly asked her as she shut the laptop and slid it back into its bag. She placed the bag in the backseat of the car then turned her attention to the tan specimen beside her.
"Just friends. Sometimes it's easier to talk to them there then the phone. I don't know why, to be honest." Raleigh answered, unsure of why she used IM in the first place.
"You have friends?" He asked, a smug grin playing on his lips.
"Rude!" She shoved him softly in his shoulder, putting on her best pouty face. Randy screeched the car to a stop at the red light he suddenly noticed, then quickly kissed her on the lips, making her smile again instantly.
"You know you're getting really brave about that. Showing affection in public with Vince's rules being what they are-" He cut her off again, deepening the kiss this time, making it much more passionate. Randy placed his hand gently on the side of her face, unaware the light had been green for a few seconds now. The blaring horn of the towering hummer behind them broke the infatuation taking place.
"Alright!" He called out the window as he put the pedal to the metal, "for fuck's sake… impatience."
"Patience is a virtue," Raleigh recited in a chipper manner.
"Most people wouldn't agree." He shook his head a few times, irritated with people in general. Raleigh reached over and grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze and all of the frustration seemed to melt away. It had been two and a half months since they started working and traveling together and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was getting attached to her. This was definitely new to him. Randal Keith Orton had never been attached to a girl, girls to him were nothing but meaningless lays. Sure, every once in awhile he would "date" one to have a reliable fuck to go to, but he never had feelings for any of them. Not that he had feelings for Raleigh, rather… not that he would admit it. He just felt like there was some strange pull in him whenever she wasn't around, he wanted her to be. They still drove each other insane, but at the same time, they were always thinking about each other.
"I'm worried about next week," she said in merely a whisper, breaking Randy out of all his thoughts. He shot her a confused look, so she continued. "I have to help you cheat Jeff out of the title. I'm afraid he'll be mad at me."
"Raleigh," he moved his hand over and placed it on her thigh, rubbing it gently. "He will not be mad at you. I may not see eye to eye with your friends, but I know them well enough to know that he understands you're just doing what you're told. It's the way our business works, he knows that."
"I guess you're right, I just worry a lot." She sighed and gazed out the window, letting her imagination send her into a whole other world. Randy chuckled, nodding his head in agreement with her statement, though she didn't notice since she was paying no attention what so ever.
He glimpsed over at her while she zoned out and got an idea. Torturing her was still a number one hobby of his, that would never change, he was sure of it. He slid his hand further down her thigh, stopping briefly at the end before moving in for the kill. Randy used the strength of his hand to spread her legs slightly apart, moving it up her skirt as Raleigh let out a gasp.
"Oh no you don't." She protested, pushing his hand away and unbuckling her seat belt. Raleigh always felt two could play at this game, if he was going to try to torture her, she could surely do the same. He raised one eyebrow playfully as he tried to figure out what on earth she was doing. Before he could stop her she was already climbing on top of his lap, his eyes widening in shock.
"Raleigh! I'm driving! I can't see." He maneuvered his head around so he could see past her, shaking it in disapproval. "This is very illegal and dangerous… I like it."
"I know you too well baby." She giggled and began kissing his neck, nibbling on it softly before starting to bite down harder, she knew he liked it rough, the same way she did. Randy bit back a moan, grinding his teeth together as she worked her magic with her tongue on his neck.
"Seriously, we're going to crash and you're not even doing anything dirty-" The second the last word tumbled out of his mouth she slipped her hands down the front of his sweatpants and took him into her hand. Randy hummed in approval as he felt his eyes beginning to shut. The car jerked into the other lane, swerving wildly before he regained control of the car.
"Okay! We need to take this somewhere else, fast."
"Right," she mumbled as she continued to leave wet kisses on his neck. Luckily they were only moments away from pulling into their hotel. The second the car was in park Randy swung his legs over to the side getting out with Raleigh still clinging onto him like a baby koala. He wasted no time in trying to get her back to his room.
"Raleigh… you have to get down, there's a lot of the guys staying here and I really don't want to be fired."
"Fine," she said with another one of her small pouts, the one that she'd come to learn that Randy always gives into. She'd learned a lot about him in their time together, things she never expected from him. Like the fact that any time she would cry, he would drop everything and do absolutely anything make her feel better… very un-Randy like if you were to ask her. She began enjoying his company rather then loathing it and could only hope that he felt the same way.
Once she was on her own feet he took her by the hand and shuffled off towards the entrance of the hotel. He loved the feeling of her hand in his, it felt right. It felt perfect. However, inside the lobby it was not a possibility to hold hands, it was too risky due to the simple fact that half the locker room was staying there too. He dropped her hand and Raleigh's heart dropped with it, her hand suddenly felt cold.
Randy pushed the elevator button impatiently as he looked over at the stunning brunette next to him. She purposely licked her lips and gave him seductive looks, just to get him more hot and bothered while they waited. Raleigh even adjusted her shirt, pulling it down a little more to expose her goodies right at the legal limit of how much skin could be shown. They both loved breaking the rules, and they were both inconceivably good at it.
"God I hate you right now," he commented as she readjusted her bra.
The elevator doors slowly slithered open, sending Randy into a frenzy as he rushed in, pulling his girl in with him. Besides themselves, it was empty. Perfect, he thought to himself. Randy used his extraordinary upper body strength to pick Raleigh up effortlessly and pin her to the wall of the elevator. He traced her collar bone with kisses, and stayed on her neck, knowing it was her weak point. She was already moaning with pleasure whenever he slid her skirt up and thrusted into her. Raleigh gasped in shock and dug her nails into the tattooed biceps.
"It's a good thing you're not wearing panties." He groaned out, unable to contain the pleasure that was already building up inside of him.
"Only for you baby," she winked at him as she spoke. Suddenly the elevator made an startling ding, they were stopping at a floor and were in the middle of having sex… not the best way to meet people. Randy quickly dropped her to her feet and readjusted himself, Raleigh following suit, pulling her skirt back down and fixing her hair.
The doors crawled open and standing before them was the last person either of them wanted to see. Raleigh's real boyfriend. Cody Rhodes stood next to Ted DiBiase and gave a curious look to the pair.
Ted chortled quietly, "Awkward…"