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 2 of 3. I know a lot of you were anxious to see Cody/Hannah again. Well, here they are!***

Standing on the stone walkway, Cody stared up at the darkened house. He wondered where Randy and Claire were. They were supposed to be home hours ago. All he knew for certain was that he really needed to talk to Randy. He wanted to find out why Randy had been so willing to defend him from Ted's teasing. Something about that whole incident didn't sit well. The least Randy could do was give him an explanation. Cody moved around to the side of the house and made his way to the back yard. He opened the gate of the privacy fence and stepped onto the deck. Cody bit back a sigh of relief. If the sound of music coming from the other side of the deck was any indication, the hot tub was in use. Maybe that's where Randy had disappeared to. Cody made his way around to the other side to the little alcove. He hoped he wasn't interrupting something between the love birds. Taking two steps toward the hot tub, Cody froze in place. He was definitely interrupting something; only it wasn't Randy and Claire. Hannah was submerged nearly to her ears in the bubbling water. Her head was resting against the edge, her hazel eyes were closed. Hoping he could sneak away without getting caught, Cody turned and tried to quietly retrace his steps.

"You're not very good at sneaking up on somebody." The sound of Hannah's voice stopped him dead in his tracks. Slowly, he turned toward her. Instantly, he wished he hadn't. Hannah's bare shoulders peeked out of the bubbly water.

SHE'S NAKED! Cody swallowed the sudden lump in his throat as he tried to keep his eyes locked on her face. "What are you doing?" Cody hissed as he glanced back toward the darkened house.

"It's called relaxing. You should try it sometime." Hannah reached for the glass sitting on the edge. Her eyes stayed locked with his as she took a slow sip.

SHE'S INSANE! Who else but a crazy woman would be naked in Randy Orton's hot tub drinking champagne? "Are you crazy?" Cody looked toward the house again.

"Wanna join me?" Hannah flashed a smile that she hoped was seductive.

Cody's heart dropped to his toes. Join her? Apparently the girl was certifiably insane. "No, Hannah. This isn't funny. Get out of there and go in the house."

Hannah's laughter was positively full of mischief, "I think you should join me."

Cody shook his head and looked back at the house again. If he were lucky, he would be able to get her in the house before Randy caught them. Not that Randy would mind; hell, he'd probably think it was pretty damn funny. But no way in hell did he want Randy to catch a glimpse of Hannah's smooth, tan skin. "Get out. Now, Hannah. Quit trying to push me. You don't want me to . . . "

Hannah arched a brow at Cody's threat. Before you have to what? Hannah schooled her face into a mask of calm as she heaved a dramatic sigh, "If you insist."

With a smooth motion Hannah rose from the swirling water like some kind of nymph. Surely she was trying to bring him to his knees. Cody watched in helpless wonder as more of Hannah's skin emerged from the water. Forcing his eyes away from her, Cody turned his back. God, the last thing he needed was the image of Hannah, naked and dripping wet, burned into his brain. After a moment Cody asked, "Are you decent?"

Hannah's husky laugh caused a shiver to skitter down his spine, "I'm not decent but I am covered. You can turn around now."

Glancing over his shoulder, Cody groaned. Hannah looked like temptation personified. Her dark hair was slicked away from her face, her hazel eyes dancing with something he couldn't name.

"Come on, Cody. Live a little." Hannah smiled as she tightened the towel around her.

Cody didn't know what to say. He could only stare at the water dripping off the ends of her hair. The drops made a soft plopping sound as they hit the deck. If he had an ounce of sense he would go into the house and stay there. Being out here, alone with Hannah, was trouble in the making.

"What's wrong with having a little fun?" Hannah asked as she ran a hand over her slick hair.

Cody was half tempted to pull her over his knee and spank her. Somebody needed to get the girl under control. Fun? Since when was skinny dipping in Randy Orton's hot tub just having a little fun? She was asking for trouble in a big way, "Go back to the house."

Hannah arched a brow at Cody, "What's your deal?"

"What if somebody sees you like . . . that?"

Hannah's smile was just short of wicked, "You saw me like this."

Damn. Did she have to remind him? No way in hell would he ever get the picture of her out of his head. He still wasn't sure his heart was ever going to stop pounding.

"What if it had been somebody else?" Again, Hannah smiled that wicked smile.

"But it wasn't. Why are you so uptight?" Hannah took a step toward Cody. She had to bite back a smile as Cody's eyes widened. She wasn't exactly sure what he was thinking but she'd bet her next paycheck that he wasn't thinking wholesome thoughts.

Cody looked down at Hannah, wondering how the hell he could get her to just go into the damn house, "You need to go inside."

Hannah took another step toward Cody and hitched the towel back into place. Cody's eyes were instantly drawn to the place where her hand rested between her cleavage to hold up the towel.

"Make me." she said softly, the words themselves full of challenge. Ever since the night of the Hall of Fame after party, she'd dreamed of a way to settle the score. She owed Cody for being an ass and making her feel so unwanted.

Cody bit down the urge to grab Hannah and shake some sense into her. How did she do it? How did she always know what to say to make him want to spank her? Placing a hand on her shoulder, Cody tried to turn her toward the house. Hannah took advantage of the situation and stepped closer to him. She was close enough to catch the scent of his aftershave. He smelled good enough to eat. All she had to do was figure out how to get a taste of him.

"Give me one good reason why I should listen to you."

Praying for strength, Cody looked down into Hannah's glittering hazel eyes. Once again he couldn't help but wonder how such a delicate creature could tie him in knots. She frustrated him to no end. She drove him crazy, even in ways he didn't understand, "Hannah."

Her name was a warning she didn't heed. "I'll go inside under one condition."

Cody stared at Hannah in confusion, not even wanting to consider what the possibilities could be, "No conditions. Go." Cody tried to nudge her toward the house. He might as well been trying to move a mountain.

Cody heaved a frustrated sigh, "What do you want?"

Hannah leaned toward Cody, her free hand coming to rest on the sculpted plane of his pecs,
"Kiss me."

Suddenly tongue-tied, Cody stared down at Hannah. Surely the little imp wasn't asking him for a kiss, "Hannah." He hated the way his voice quivered ever so slightly.

Hannah's fingers walked up his chest as she spoke, "You want something. I want something. Why don't we compromise? Give me what I want and I'll be a good girl and go inside."

Cody didn't buy the innocent act for a second. He knew when somebody was trying to manipulate him. He'd been around Randy far too long, "Stop playing with me. I want you to go inside.

Hannah leaned into his big body, bracing some of her weight against him, "You aren't scared, are ya?"

Offended by the thought that a mere wisp of a girl could frighten him, Cody shook his head, "I don't think . . . "

"You think too much." she said.

Before Cody could blink, Hannah reached up and pulled his head down to hers. His lips parted in protest. Taking advantage of the situation, Hannah slid her hands into the dark waves of his hair as she pressed her lips to his. She traced the line of his lips before slipping inside for a better taste. Instantly, she was struck by the taste of him; dark, slightly spicy and totally male. Cody reached for Hannah, his hands settling on her hips. He had every intention of pushing her away. At least he did until she made that soft little sound in the back of her throat. That was all it took. The last shreds of his self control fell apart. Cody's fingers sank into the damp cloth of the towel as he pulled her against him. She fit him like a glove, her curves perfectly aligning to his hard planes. A low groan escaped Cody as Hannah let him take control of their kiss. His tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, unable to get enough. She tasted sweeter than sugar. Her taste and scent combined to remind him of cotton candy. Hannah suppressed a shiver as Cody's hands drifted over the curve of her bottom to hold her against him.

Unexpectedly, Hannah broke the kiss. She looked into Cody's beautiful gray eyes and knew she had scored a small victory. Cody was not nearly as unaffected by her as he pretended to be. That would have to be enough, at least for now. Taking a step away from him, Hannah let the towel drop a fraction of an inch. Cody's eyes widened as he drank in the sight of her almost-exposure. Hannah smiled that wicked smile once again and turned on her heel and went back into the house.

*** A/N – Is Hannah a naughty little pixie or what? Please be a sweetie and review!***