Pure Intentions
Chapter Four: Undisclosed Desires

Violet sat alone in the jacuzzi located in the poolroom of the hotel. Submerged in the deliciously warm water, her iPod lay beside her, enclosed in a waterproof case she had purchased hours earlier at Future Shop.

The song currently playing was the long titled "Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off" by Panic! at the Disco. Violet quietly sang along, the lyrics etched permanently into her mind. At this simple moment, she felt entirely at ease. Truly nothing could ruin it. She was half-right, but... it could be made even better.

You know, it will always just be me.

The song continued to play as she spotted a figure treading out from behind the shower doors. Immediately she recognized the man walking to the poolside tables. He took a seat in one of the plastic beachchairs.

He had never seen her, and even if he did, he never acknowledged her. His blue eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, as if he were on an actual beach. Violet giggled and lifted the earphones out of her ears.

"You just love stalking me, don't you?" She teased, making the older man jump.

Shawn finally looked her way and shook his head in disbelief. "Don't flatter yourself, I'm working on my tan." He responded, a coy smile upon his face.

The younger Irvin produced a smirk much like her older brother's. "Not to burst your bubble George Hamilton, but there's no sun." She pointed towards the skylight and the clouds covering it.

The Heartbreak Kid chuckled. "Touche... I just came for a swim."

"Then why aren't you in the water, Mr. Michaels? Can't swim?" The Canadian girl continued, smiling brightly.

"I can too swim," Shawn replied hotly, "It just looks...cold." He shivered, eliciting more giggles from the young girl- who, in turn, wiggled her arms invitingly.

"Then why don't you join me?" Violet Taylor Irvin offered, "There's room for two."

HBK took a moment to consider this, the water did look promising, and he did want to chat with her for a while. After a moment of silence, Shawn spoke. "Sure," He accepted, standing up and walking over to the tub in which Violet basked. She took note that he was wearing casual men swimming shorts, and was shirtless. She found herself nearly staring, but managed to contain herself.

He lowered himself slowly into the hot tub, and hissed when the water reached his shoulders.

"Its hot."

Violet rolled her eyes playfully. "It isn't called a hot tub for nothing."

Shawn narrowed his eyes at her and sank down. "Enough with the smart alec remarks."

She grinned. "Sorry, I'm just so used to talking to Chris."

The Texas native laughed and caught her gaze.

"You look like you want to ask me something." Violet said lightly, her voice suddenly quiet.

"Yeah... How old are you?"

She threw Shawn a confused look. "I'm 26... why?"

Shawn blushed. "No reason... just wondering." He answered casually, running his hands through his straight, golden hair.

The two sat awkwardly, not knowing what to say next. There was a level of intensity surrounding them both, but neither did not act upon it. For a moment, Violet noticed the proximity of their bodies - he was sitting directly across from her, but their legs were almost touching as it was a small tub. She wondered why it wasn't exactly awkward for them to be this close if they had just met a few days earlier. They're seemed to be a strange, lingering chemistry. She brushed the thought away.

"So what kind of music do you listen to?" Michael Shawn Hickenbottom inquired, motioning to Violet's green iPod.

"Almost anything, actually. If it has great lyrics, a very strong beat, and gets me either thinking, dancing, or crying- I'm sold."

He cocked his head and eyed her curiously. "What's your favorite song?"

The young woman put some thought into her answer. After a while she finally replied. "The Hand That Feeds by Nine Inch Nails."

Shawn's blue orbs took this in.

"You look surprised."

"...I'm not."

"You sure?"

She's as hard as AC/DC, she gets my thunderstruck, she's a star - a fourleaf clover. But I won't press my luck... *

Tearing her attention away from the wrestling legend, Violet twisted around and grabbed her cellphone from her handbag. She handled the communication device with delicacy, seeing as her hands were wet. Shawn watched as she flipped it open and pressed the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" The young Irvin greeted.

"Where the hell are you?" Came the voice and HBK knew who it was instantly, he could hear his harsh voice from where he sat. "I've been phoning all around for you! Do you know how much worry you've put me in?"Chris demanded.

Violet scoffed. "Chill. I'm at the pool downstairs."

To stop himself from eavesdropping, (which wasn't hard to do, he could hear both parties as if they were both in front of him) the Showstopper childishly played with the bubbles in which were emanating from the jets of the hot tub.

"No, I do not need you to come and get me."

Shawn paused and cringed when he heard Chris curse from the other side of the conversation.

"Stop swearing, your scaring Shawn." She snapped, clearly doing so to get her brother mad. Mr. Wrestlemania glanced back up at Violet. "What are you doing?" He whispered, "He'll kill me."

She shook her head and mouthed back. "Not if I have a say in it."

It was quiet for a moment before Chris said something, this time his voice wasn't audible to the Heartbreak Kid.

"Yes, I'm with him." Violet confirmed, the question obviously being if she was with said person.

Silence.

"We're swimming, what do you think?"

More silence.

"Well If you can't trust me with any of your friends, then you certainly can't trust me enough to run my own life." With those words, Violet hung up her phone and set it down again. "I'm sorry about that," She said to Shawn, "We normally don't have fights on the phone... or at all for that matter."

"You should apologize," HBK suggested. Her eyes met his.

"Why?"

"Because he's only worried about you, and you shouldn't let yourselves divide like you said the rest of your family did."

"..."

"Why are you mad at him anyways?"

The blonde-haired green-eyed Canadian sighed. "He limits my social life. He doesn't trust me with anyone. For example... you."

"Me?"

"He always thinks somethings going on... between... us."

"He would think something like that?"

Violet Taylor Irvin bit her lip. She realized that she definitely felt something for this man, but was it way too soon to be feeling anything for him at all?

"Look, Vi, I'd enjoy seeing you again, but I don't want to do so if it affects your relationship with your brother."

"Um.. me too."

"Excuse me, but I have to go."

The blue eyed older man got up to leave, stumbling dizzily as he reached the stairs. He had been in the water for far too long.

"Shawn?"

He turned back. "Yeah?"

"Thanks."

Chris slammed the phone back onto its cradle. He angrily scratched the back of his neck, leaning forward on the edge of the bed. Contemplating what he should do.

He could go downstairs to confront her and probably increase their issues, or wait for Violet to come to him and solve said issues with a simple hug. He knew the latter wouldn't exactly work out the way he described it, but it sounded promising.

One thing was driving him to do the former, and risk driving a wedge between the two, and that was the fact that his sister - his little sister - was with the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels. He knew it was just a name, just a "title", but he wasn't exactly convinced Shawn was a changed man.

After all, the term never came out of nowhere. Yes, he was a womanizer in the prime of his wrestling days, dating every floozy and breaking each and every one of their hearts, he might add.

The wise, intimidating voice in his head spoke up. That was YEARS ago, Chris, many, many years ago. Your fucking stupid if you believe he still acts that way.

The older sibling scowled. He knew he was blaming Shawn for the argument with his sister, and he knew it wouldn't do him any good. The fact remained that Chris was overprotective, and had it in for every man that Violet hung around with and/or dated.

He wasn't always like this, flashback to three years ago, when Violet had been engaged to a man by the name of Mathew. Six months before her wedding, the girl had discovered her fiance had been involved with another woman. She was terribly shattered when she found out, and so ever since then, the Ayatollah of Rock 'n Rollah hadn't been able to trust anyone with her. It broke his heart to imagine Violet go through that hurt again, so he'd do anything to prevent the past from repeating itself.

Shawn walked into the room he shared with Hunter. In the morning they'd be leaving for a flight to Chicago, but for now he couldn't get over the conversation he'd had with Violet. Wrapped in his towel, he collapsed onto his messy bed. Soon, an image of his own lips meeting Violet's smooth, supple ones came to mind. The older man quickly shot upright, gripping his head tightly, as if by doing so, it would drain him of such thoughts.

"Where in the world were you?"

Shawn re-opened his eyes to see Hunter gazing at him, his eyebrows raised. "The pool."

The larger man nodded and grinned, "Ahh. The pool...the place with amazing sights for single men like yourself... sights like... girls in bik--"

HBK cringed in repulse. "Don't say it Hunt. I wasn't there for that reason. Pools are also known for swimming."

Paul Levesque sniggered. "Sure you were there for swimming."

An agitated Shawn growled. "Now's not the time. Leave me be."

Triple H's eyebrows raised in surprise. Never had the other half of Degeneration X talked to him like that before. "Whats wrong?"

The Texan said nothing as his mind spoke for him. Everythings wrong, he thought, the fact that I have a desire to kiss and carress someone I've only known for a week is wrong, and the fact that she's 17 years my junior doesn't make it any better.

* Lyrics: "Your Man" by Down With Webster.

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