DISCLAIMER: As much as it breaks my heart to admit it, I do not own anyone or anything connected to Vince McMahon and his awesomeness. I can only claim property rights of OC.
***A/N – this is part 3 of 3. ***
Randy busted his ass to get back to the hotel. He couldn't leave the club behind fast enough. He just wanted to be alone. He felt dirty, soiled by what had happened. He had never expected something like that. He prayed like hell it would never happen again. His steps slowed as he entered the lobby of the hotel. Finally, he could breathe. As he moved slowly toward the elevator, he glanced out of the floor-to-ceilings windows. At first all he saw was the gently moving water of the pool. He stopped a moment, taking in the couple sitting beside the pool, sharing a stolen a moment. How he envied them. He wished he had someone to share moments like that with. Randy sighed heavily and thought of Claire. How he wished he could have a stolen moment like that with Claire.
Randy stared in disbelief as the woman rose from her chair. As if thinking her name had conjured her, there she was, looking down at the guy still sitting. Claire paused a moment beside the other chair, her hand reaching out to stroke the guy's cheek. Randy watched in horror as she leaned down. Her face got lost in shadow but Randy knew she was kissing him. He felt like somebody had sucker punched him. He couldn't breathe. No, Claire, please no!
His blood froze as realization hit him – he had just watched Claire kiss Cody! Randy was torn between wanting to beat the him senseless and just walking away. Both had their good points. He saw Claire making a beeline toward him. He felt a moment of panic. He was too far away to make it to the elevators in time. Randy pressed himself into the shadows of a doorway and held his breath. He would just die if Claire caught him. Claire moved quickly to the elevator, eyes focused on the floor. She was so focused on her escape, she didn't notice the man standing in the shadows. It had taken so much for her to walk away. She didn't want to hurt Cody but what else could she do? Claire closed the door to her room and leaned against it. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do now. Claire stepped into the bathroom to change. A knock on the door startled Claire from her thoughts. She quickly pulled on her robe as she moved to the door. She opened the door, expecting to see Cody standing on the other side.
"What do you want?" The smile on her lips died as she realized it was not Cody on the other side. Instead, she found herself staring up at Randy Orton. Her arms crossed over her chest on their own accord. She sure as hell wasn't in the mood for his kind of company.
"We need to talk." Randy took a step toward her.
"No, we don't. " Claire took a step back and started to close the door. She was only partially surprised when Randy pushed the door open and stepped inside. Claire moved to the opposite side of the room and turned to face him.
"Get out."
Claire met his eyes and forced herself not to look away. Randy took a step toward her, his hands working at his sides. No matter how much of a jerk Randy might be, he wasn't going to hurt her. At least she was desperately hoping he wouldn't. Instinctively, Claire took another step away from him, feeling the cool wall pressing against her back. Damn, she'd finally backed herself into a corner. Randy took a step toward her, then another. He stopped inches away. Claire couldn't breathe. His presence was overwhelming. She felt trapped, like a deer cornered by a fierce predator. Every instinct screamed at her to run. Every nerve in her body warned her to flee. She forced her gaze to lock on his chest as she tried to regain control. He moved even closer. Randy's eyes drank in the sight of her. Gone was the say-something little black dress. Her face was scrubbed clean of make-up. She was wearing a pale pink robe that clung to her like a second skin. Seeing her like this was too tempting.
"I said we need to talk." Randy's voice was a soft rumble. For a moment Claire couldn't find her voice. She wanted to tell him to drop dead, to go to hell, to get out. She only managed a small squeak.
"We need to get a few things straight." Randy's gazed moved over Claire's face. Her dark blue eyes were round with fear, her breathing slightly shallow. Randy leaned closer, the scent of her perfume teasing him. He wanted her scent all over him. He wanted to bury his face in her hair and breathe deep. He wanted her burned into his memory.
"Do you know what makes us different, Claire?" Claire's eyes closed tightly and she whimpered.
"Do you?" Randy waited for a reply which came in the form of Claire shaking her head. He noticed she began to tremble, goose-bumps rising across her skin. He wanted to trace his fingers over her shivering skin.
"Are you scared, Claire?" She hated the way he said her name; so softly that she would have missed it if her ears weren't so sharply attuned.
"Do I scare you?" Claire sensed him moving closer to her. Instinctively, she flinched. Claire wasn't so sure now; maybe Randy really was capable of hurting her.
Claire almost jumped out of her skin as she felt something cool and soft brush against her cheek. It took a moment for her to realize Randy was softly stroking her cheek with the back of his knuckles. Slowly up and down his fingers moved.
"Do you want to know what makes us different?"
Randy waited the space of a heartbeat before continuing "Your fear controls you. It holds you and keeps you locked away. You can't live your life because you have fear. " Claire's eyes snapped open and locked with his. "I control what I feel. Good or bad, I control it."
Randy's fingers moved from her cheek to trace over her trembling lower lip. "You're scared now. Your heart is pounding. But you can't do anything about it. Can you,Claire?" Randy leaned slightly closer to her, his arms reaching up to brace the wall on either side of her head. Claire knew true panic in that instant. She was trapped. Randy looked down at her with those sharply focused eyes. "Stop being afraid, Claire. What ever you think, what ever you feel, OWN IT. Claim it and make it yours."
Claire's breath froze as Randy leaned the last inch toward her and pressed his lips to hers. It was more devastating than she anticipated. Not because it was so unexpected, but because it was so gentle. Gentleness was not something Claire would have ever expected from Randy. Her eyes fluttered as she leaned into Randy. For a moment she let herself lean into his warmth. His skin was so warm, comforting. Before she could protest, he pulled away, his lips sliding against her cheek, "Own it." He turned away from her and strode toward the door before she could blink. She watched the door slowly close as she slid to the floor.
***A/N – Could you imagine being in poor little Claire's shoes? I hope I've managed to capture just how HOT Randy is. What do y'all think? Please review! ***
