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 – I'm a bad girl and decided you all deserve another chapter of awesome loving. ***
Claire groaned softly as she collapsed onto the bed. The drive from Hartford to Cleveland was horrible. The rain had been so bad that Claire was glad she was squeezed in the back seat between Ted and Hannah. She had never been so glad to see a hotel in all her life. After the tension of the nearly 10 hour drive, Claire was more than grateful to change into a nightgown and curl up in a soft bed. She turned on the T.V while she waited for Randy to come out of the shower. She stopped channel surfing on the Discovery Channel. It was airing a new documentary, Penguin Paradise. Pulling a hairbrush from her bag, Claire tucked her legs under her and turned her attention to the T.V. Randy leaned against the door jamb as he watched Claire. She was so fascinated by whatever she was watching that she didn't hear him leave the bathroom. The room was bathed in darkness, except for the flickering light from the T.V. Moving silently across the room, he sat on the bed behind her. He pulled her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her. She smiled and leaned her head back against his shoulder.
"Did you know that some penguins mate for life?" Claire asked as she leaned against Randy's warmth.
He made a soft sound in the back of his throat as he nuzzled her cheek.
"Did you know that the males will give a small rock to the female to show that he's a worthy mate?"
Randy pulled back slightly as he looked at her, "I'm not really up on the mating habits of penguins, Claire."
She smiled as Randy pulled the hairbrush from her loose grip. He slowly started working the tangles from her hair. Claire sighed in contentment as his strong fingers slowly worked the brush through the length of her hair. This was definitely something she could get used to. Their private moments alone together were few and far between. She deeply cherished these rare moments when Randy allowed himself to completely relax.
"So what happens when the female decides she likes the rock?" Randy smiled as he glanced at Claire's expression. The smile she gave him was so sweet it made his gut clench.
"The male will show her how impressive he is. If she agrees, he helps her build the nest."
"They play house?"
Claire smiled and pressed a kiss to Randy's cheek, "Something like that."
Randy slid his fingers through her hair before setting the brush aside. He turned her slightly to face him. "What if the male decides he doesn't want the female to see any other penguins?"
Claire arched a brow, wondering why she suddenly had the feeling Randy really wasn't asking about the habits of birds. Choosing her words carefully, she watched Randy's expression, "Then he makes her an offer she can't refuse."
Randy shook his head as he looked at Claire, his expression serious, "What kind of an offer does he make?
Claire leaned her head to the side as she continued studying him, "Depends."
Randy's blue eyes moved over the planes of her face. He didn't know how to express what he was feeling. He wanted to tell Claire that as long as he lived, he would never feel this way about anyone else. "What kind of offer would you want? If you were a penguin?"
Claire shook her head slowly as she thought about Randy's question. "Just a safe place to nest. A mate that is kind, loyal and loving. Maybe a mate that would bring me a rock."
Randy had to smile. Leave it to Claire to only ask for the small things that would mean so much. Claire rose to her knees and moved closer to him, "What would you want, you know, if you were a penguin?"
Randy's locked with Claire's. He took a deep breath as he trailed his hands over her stomach. "I'd want a mate that would love me for who I am. Not what she thinks I can give her."
Claire stared into Randy's bright blue eyes. She could see so much of his emotions clearly reflected there. Once again, Claire had the feeling that Randy was referring to something in his past that he wasn't ready to tell her about yet. "I do."
Randy cocked his head to the side as he watched Claire so intently, "What?"
"Love you for who you are."
Randy felt a rush of emotion. He had waited so long to hear Claire say those words. He'd pushed her and pushed her, the whole time praying it wouldn't blow up in his face. Now, after so many weeks of pushing, she was owning what she felt. Claire wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders and trailed a hand down his back. "I love you because you're the most amazing, loving, caring man I've ever met. I love you because you love me like no one else ever will."
Squeezing his eyes shut, Randy fought back the wave of emotions that threatened to choke him. She had no idea how long he'd waited for someone to say those things to him. He hadn't had a woman say that and mean it, in well, forever. He now knew for sure that whatever had happened between him and Rosalyn was a sham. She never really loved him. At least not the way Claire did, with her entire being. It was a feeling he would do anything to keep. If she wanted a rock and a safe place to nest, then he would build her the biggest damned house, right after he bought her the biggest diamond he could find.
"I don't want to share you. Ever." Randy's words were husky against her ear.
"Don't worry. I don't want to share you, either."
"So I guess this means we're stuck with each other." Claire nodded as she trailed her hand back up the length of Randy's bare back. She felt the shiver that followed her touch.
"Does that feel good?" Claire whispered as she traced her lips along the curve of his ear.
"Claire." Her name was a warning growl.
"Maybe I'm trying to show you how impressive I can be."
Randy's laugh moved over her like a caress, "Then by all means."
Claire took a deep breath and gathered her courage. She still wasn't used to being the wanton, needy, highly sensual woman that Randy brought out in her. When she was close to him, all sense flew right out the window. Randy made her respond to him on an instinctual level. It would take a lot of getting used to. Claire pushed gently at Randy's shoulders until he stretched out on the bed. Following him, Claire began to press nibbling kisses across his collar. She moved along the curve of his pecs, nibbling lower. Randy's hands tangled in her hair as her kisses moved down his body. He could only watch in helpless amazement. He had wanted this for so long. Each time he had been with Claire, he hadn't been able to bring himself to ask for this. Her knowledge of intimate matters was limited. He hadn't wanted to shock her by asking for something some women found utterly distasteful. How amazing was it that Claire was taking the lead and giving him exactly what he wanted without having to be asked? Randy watched Claire's downward progress with heavy-lidded eyes. He sucked in a deep breath as her hands moved over the ridges of his six pack. It took every ounce of his willpower to remain motionless under her tentative caress. Pushing the towel out of the way, Claire trailed her fingers over the curve of his hip. Suddenly unsure, Claire's eyes locked with Randy's. The liquid heat she saw in reflected there gave her courage a boost. She wanted to do this for him; after everything he had done for her, she owed him. She wanted to know his taste; that unique essence that separated Randy from every other male on the planet. After all, it was only fair.
Randy knew he was in deep trouble the instant Claire's timid fingers came into contact with his heated flesh. A rush of pleasure washed over him. His little Claire was an amazing student. In the few times they had been together, she had learned exactly how he liked to be touched. She was showing exactly how much she'd learned. Her fingertips traced over the length of him from base to tip and back again. Randy swallowed hard, his throat as dry as the scorching sands of the desert. His heart started a steady pounding in his chest as Claire nuzzled him against her cheek. He watched with wide-eyed wonder as Claire turned her cheek, finally bringing her lips into full contact. Biting back a curse, Randy watched as Claire's pink tongue flicked over the plum-shaped knob. The instant her tongue moved over him, Claire felt a sense of feminine power. Randy was helpless beneath her. His fingers tightened in her hair as her lips closed over his ridge and pulled him into the moist depths of her mouth. Randy's eyes fluttered as Claire's mouth began to move over his shaft, the suckling sensation sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't remember when he had felt something so deliciously wicked. As a general rule, he didn't let his bed mates go down on him. It just seemed too intensely personal. But with Claire, all bets were off. She could do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
With a growl, Randy's hands reached down and pulled her away from his heated length. Her innocent loving was driving him beyond the limits of his control. He pulled her up the length of his body and with a swift movement and pinned her beneath him. His touch turned possessive as he sealed their lips. He arched against her, moving her gown out of his way. He smiled as his fingers brushed over her naked curves. Naughty girl, no panties. He placed himself at the entrance of her softness. Claire's eyes widened as Randy slowly pushed into her. She'd never get used to the sensation of his heated length opening her. In that instant she always felt so exposed, like he could see all the way to the depths of her very soul. Randy groaned softly as he fully seated himself in Claire. No matter how many times they made love, he would never get enough of her. She made him feel complete, like nothing else ever had. Fighting back a wave of incredible desire, Randy slowly started to move. Claire's soft gasp of pleasure made him smile. She was so incredibly responsive to him. He kept his movements slow and steady, allowing Claire to feel every inch of him. Almost instantly, Claire was swept away by the waves of pleasure Randy created. Her hips arched against him, taking him even deeper. She could feel him in her deepest depths.
"Randy, stop."
The instant the words left her lips, Randy's movements stilled. Instantly concerned, he looked down into Claire's passion-hazed blue eyes, "What's wrong?"
"Condom." Claire's eyes moved to her purse, sitting on the nightstand.
Randy's gaze followed Claire's to the little black bag. He wasn't sure he wanted to use the little foil packet. He wasn't entirely certain that some part of him didn't want to get her pregnant. The more he thought about the possibility, the more he came to like the idea. The primitive, male part of him wanted to leave his mark on her; give her a part of himself that she could never give back. He really would love watching her grow round as their baby grew safely in the depths of her womb. He wanted to be a selfish son of a bitch and give her that baby, no matter what she said. The selfish part of Randy was silenced by the suddenly worried look in Claire's eyes. No matter how badly he wanted to forever claim Claire as his own, he couldn't do it. He couldn't take that choice away from her. If Claire wanted to bear him children, it would be her choice. Forcing himself back under control, Randy dropped a kiss on her shoulder before reaching for the purse. He found the little box of condoms sitting on the very top. His little Claire was prepared. He arched a brow as he placed the box on the bed and tossed the purse onto the floor.
"Girl scout, right?"
Claire couldn't help herself, she laughed at the ultra-serious expression on his face. She nodded as she watched Randy unrolled the sheath over himself. In less than a heartbeat, he returned to her, his heat pushing into her depths. Randy moved slowly, even when Claire began to undulate beneath him. She pushed against his shoulders as her hips arched, begging for more. Each stroke felt like a thousand fingers, reaching into the very heart of her. The knot of tension grew tighter each time Randy moved until finally she fell over the edge into oblivion. Randy's eyes locked on her as she came, the play of emotions on her face driving his passion higher. He kept his thrusts deep and slow, working her until the sweet milking of her body brought his orgasm. He buried his face against her shoulder as he fought the urge to shout her name. After a long moment, Randy pulled her against him as he rolled onto his back. He settled her weight onto him as he looked into her eyes.
"So? Did I do it?" Claire smiled slightly as she dropped a kiss in the center of his chest, directly over his pounding heart.
He arched a brow in response, "Do what?"
"Show you how impressive I am." Claire's smiled widened as it lit up her eyes.
Randy's laugh caused a shiver, "I'll kill any penguin that even thinks about bringing you a rock."
Claire's laughed, "Remind me to make sure I hang a sign on our nest that says no trespassing."
"Damn straight."
*** A/N – A little naughtiness never hurts, right? I hope you enjoyed. Please review. ***
