Chapter 12- Something's Gotta Give
Randy
I honestly don't know how we made it back to my place. She was obviously more out of it than I was, ensuring that I was the driver, so she sat in the passenger seat, her whole body turned towards me, leaning in. I felt her hand on my knee, squeezing it slightly. Then she slid it upwards, and continued her pattern until she had me panting, barely able to see the road. She was definitely into me, though it could be the alcohol. I grasped her wrist and sent her a warning glance, and she giggled softly. After what seemed liked an eternity of unbareable tension, we pulled into the driveway of my Missouri home. I had barely got the car into park, and opened my door when she met me on my side of the car, melting her body to mine.
The walk from the car to the living room was a blur of street lights and red hair. I wrapped my arms around her waist, picking her up, and she took her cure to lock her ankles behind my back. I meshed my lips with hers, tasting the alcohol on her breath, knowing she could equally taste mine. I stumbled us towards the stairs, her hips grinding against my waist, causing a groan to rip from my throat. She was slowing killing me. Each and every stair was like a pleasurable torture for me, and she wasn't even aware of it. Each graze of my thigh against hers caused more fog to invade my senses. I felt her fingers nimbly working at the buttons on my black shirt, her hands finally finding my stomach. She pulled the shirt down off my shoulders, forcing me to remove my arms from her, one at a time, so she could toss the shirt back down the hallway.
I nudged my already ajar bedroom door open with my foot and crossed the room. I had to set her down and fast. I grasped her by the waist with both hands and laid us down on my king size bed. I moved my lips from hers, and trailed them down her chin to her throat, giving all my attention to the soft flesh just beneath the jaw bone; only to be forced on by the softs moans that left her lips. She ran her hands down my back, softly digging her nails into my skin, sending my nervous system into overdrive. As she arched her back, in an attempt to get her body closer to mine, I became aware that she was wearing too many clothes.
I recaptured her lips with mine, forgetting for one second what it was like to kiss her, and then I slowly slithered down her body, placing kisses on her chest, the purple fabric of her shirt, the exposed skin of her stomach. I heard her breathing stop for a millisecond, then pick back up and was ragged. I let my hands rub from thigh to ankle; only stopping at each foot to slip off her shoes, and back her thighs. I felt her shiver underneath my touch. I tilted my head to meet her eye from my sitting position as I slowly undid the single button on her skirt. I gripped the sides of the denim with my hands, and excruciatingly slow, I removed her skirt, revealing her purple silk panties. I massaged her soft legs, trailing light kisses up to her knee, until she suddenly sat up.
I let her push me down and she straddled my hips, leaning over me, her hair falling down, creating a red curtain around us. Her lips crashed against mine, and a small moan escaped her mouth. I felt her hands rub up and down my chest and slowly down my stomach until they came to a rest at my pants. She tucked her fingers under the buckle of my belt and quickly pulled it loose. I knew my heart was racing, and that she could probably hear it, but damn, she knew what she was doing. I shuddered when I felt her fingers on my skin as they slipped beneath my pants, and I helped her as she slid them down my legs.
We were both pushed to the limit. I pulled her back to me, with the only thing separating us were just a few pieces of thin garments. She sat between my legs, her arms draped over my shoulders gripping tightly to me as I worked to get her shirt off. But the damn zipper was stuck. Frustrated, I reached around her with both hands and began tearing it open at its weakest part, the seem. I grabbed a handful of the material and tossed it, not noticing where it landed; not caring. I noticed that her strapless bra was the same color as her panties as I turned her around and layed her down on the bed, her head on one my pillows.
"Just… so you know," she whispered softly, "I never… ever… do this." She closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Never… Ever."
I smirked at her, kissing her lips fiercely, cutting off the stream of "never ever"s. I moved my lips from her throat, as my hands ran up stomach and teased the flesh just beneath cloth of the bra. I didn't notice that her arms weren't around my neck anymore, and I didn't realize, until I looked up, that her breathing had slowed. When I looked up, her eyes had closed and her head had tilted to the side.
She had fallen asleep. On me. I couldn't believe it. I grunted and rolled over, rubbing both of my hands hard over my face. No one had ever fallen asleep on me. I almost laughed when I thought about what John would say when I told him. I shivered. I made up my mind on not telling him; at least not until a long way down the road. I looked over at her. She had rolled to her side, facing me. Some of her red hair had fallen into her face, and moved slightly as she breathed. Even asleep, she was beautiful. I brushed her away, caressing her cheek with the backside of my hand.
I sighed. I guess I would sleep on the couch tonight. It was the right thing to do. I took one last look at her, and rolled over, but her voice stopped me.
"Don't."
I turned around, expecting to see her eyes open and her sitting up, but it was the complete opposite. Her voice had seemed so clear. But she still looked asleep; however, her hand was outstretched towards my now empty space on the bed. I looked between her arm and the look of unpleasant features on the woman's face that had not been there a few moments ago. I shrugged my shoulders and lay back down; the couch wasn't all that comfortable anyways. I stiffened when I felt her arm crawl across my abs, and her body slowly roll itself, still fully asleep, to lay her head on my chest. I could just make out the outline of her features from this angle, but I could tell that nothing unpleasant was there anymore.
I sighed, and made up my mind to enjoy what I could, while I had it. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to me, burying my face in her hair; beneath all the tell-tale signs of clubs smells, smoke and alcohol, I could just make out the coconut smell that must have been her shampoo. I settled into my pillows, and felt sleep creep into my body.
I jerked awake, sitting straight up in bed. My chest was heaving hard with my rapid breathing. It took me a few minutes to realize that I was alone in my hotel in Jacksonville, Florida. But I could still feel the after effects of the dream. I leaned back into the pillows, both hands over my face. I fought the urge with everything in my body to go through the unlocked door that connected my room and Lora's and continue where we never got past. I groaned and rolled out of bed and walked to the shower, knowing John would want to work out before Raw tonight. I was all for the extra sessions he was pushing lately; I got to work out some of the tension that had been building up in my body.
I turned the shower nobs all the way on cold, trying to freeze out the dream that has been in my head nightly for the past week. I had been dreaming of the first night I had met Lora for several days now. I shivered as the glacial water ran down my back, instantly removing all thought from my mind but the tingling splashes of water on my flesh. Once I felt sure that I was again in control of my emotions and my body, I allowed the water to switch to warm. My muscles relaxed and I began to think about my day, other than Lora; I didn't trust myself with the thought of her yet.
John had already called twice when I had gotten out of the shower and thrown some clothes on. I found his number in my "missed call"s list, and hit the dial button. He picked up after three rings, and I heard him answer, and we made our plans to meet in the lobby in fifteen minutes. I could hear Casie in the background, yelling something about ducktape. I snickered to myself, making a mental note to remind myself to tease him about that later. I slipped my phone in my shorts pocket, grabbed up my gym bag and got ready to leave.
I stopped just outside the ajoining door to Lora's room. My hand hovering just above the knob, the urge to see her lapped at me in waves. But I knew, from just having the dream this morning, if I saw her, I wouldn't want to leave, and I would spend all day with her, until it was absolutely nessicary for us to leave. I sighed, and pushed myself away from the door, and turned walking away.
oo
I had sweat seeping from every pore on my body. I stood up from the bench that I had just been sitting at. After thirty minutes of cardio on one of the fifteen treadmills, and four repitions of fifty sit-ups, I began routinely work on my biceps and triceps that I do once a week. I replaced the dumbbell back on the rack, and rotated my arm and shoulder around.
I looked around, finding John heading to the mat for warm-down stretches. I snatched up my water bottle, unscrewing the top, upending the bottle and spilling the contents into my mouth, not caring that several streams of water dribbled down my chin. I swiped at it with my arm and headed over to the mat with John. Flopping down, I began stretching my muscles out. I looked over at John, and I smirked at the thought that popped in my head.
"So, who was using the ducktape this time, you or Casie?" I asked.
John froze in mid-stretch, and I watched as his eyes grew wider. I fought the urge to laugh at him.
"You heard that huh?"
I shook my head. "Not really. Just heard Casie yelling at you and it involved the word ducktape." I raised an eyebrow at him to answer the question that I hoped I didn't have to ask. John's face contorted into a look of amusement and pain.
"She was saying that if I didn't start picking up my underwear, she would make me wear underwear made of ducktape," John shivered as he spoke. I grimaced at the thought. Definitely didn't want Casie on my bad side.
"Talk about Fruit-of-the-Tape," I joked, and he choked on his water.
"Dude, don't even joke about something like that!" John laughed, standing up from the mat. I finished my stretching and he waited on me. I huffed, and joined him over by the wall of the gym.
"So, you and Casie are having a fight?" I asked. It was a rare moment for the two of them to get angry with each other. Over the years, before they had even thought about getting together, they had gotten into a few little arguments. But it was nothing that ever lasted longer than a few days, and they resolved it.
"Well, no," John said, "but Casie's not been herself lately. She's been angier than normal. Everything I say, everything I do seems to piss her off. And I have to walk around eggshells with her."
"Have you talked to her about it?" I asked, grabbing my towel up, swiping at the annoying beads of sweat rolling down my body.
"Lora is rubbing off on you," John smirked, and I punched his shoulder. "It's a good thing! But no, I wouldn't know what to say to her. It's not all the time she gets angry. Just every now and then, and in outburts. Other than that, we're fine."
"Fine?" I ask. "Describe fine. You still have yet to tell your best friend about the best part between you and Casie."
"You mean the mind-blowing, earth-moving, window-shattering sex?" John smiled, puffing his chest out. I laughed at the doe-eyed look on John's face, obviously remembering a night in particular. "I'll tell you all about it, if you tell me what really went down that first night you met Lora."
All thought squealed to a hault. I had never told John anything about that night, well not everything, and not the truth. I guess I owed it to him and what would it really hurt for him to know. I didn't know if Casie knew anything of that had gone on between us, but I felt sure that she did. And that was fine, but it made me feel guilty that John was left out in the dark.
"Only that we didn't have sex that night, and she passed out on me," I said, bracing myself for the tirade of laughter coming from John. I eyed him carefully, trying to read his face, but his expression was blank.
"Lora, passed out, on you," John said slowly. "Randy Orton, actually had a woman fall asleep on him?" I heard the amusement build up in his voice with each word, and sure enough, within seconds, he was kneeled over, holding on to his knees, gasping for air. I just groaned and walked away.
"Aw, hey I'm sorry!" he yelled, running to catch up. "It's just that it is funny, even you have to admit. Randy Orton, self-proclaimed legend killer and ladies man finally had a woman fall asleep on him!"
I stood there, waiting for him to compose himself, because when he did, he would realize what I had done to—
"Wait a minute, if you didn't sleep with her, why didn't you tell her the truth?" John said, staring at me with accusing eyes. John and Lora have a special relationship. Even I can see that. They see each other like brother and sister. And John obviously will feel over protective over her. I saw it when Swagger was all over Lora; John had been so angry that he had gone to Vince, and told him everything. But if Lora forgives me for all of this mess, then that's all that matters; I didn't need John preaching at me.
"Well, first the woman passed out on me, and I lied to came to work with me, and then showed that she hated me. On top of that I knew that I felt something for her, so there was just never the perfect time to say 'Hey, by the way, we didn't have sex, so you don't have to hate me, but I still like you anyway'!" I ranted.
John gaped at me. If I was him, I would be gaping too. I didn't know what came over me. It must be from all of the built up tension. I ran both hands over my head.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled.
"It's okay," John said, as we started out side, heading back to the car. "So, you and Lora? How is that going?"
I smiled at her name. "We're fine. Not as fine as you and Casie, but Lora is worth the wait."
oo
I was in my locker room, having just sent a runner out for some more baby oil. I couldn't believe that I had let myself run out. Even though I was just confronting Edge, or Adam, tonight, and didn't have a match, I still felt weird without it on. I pulled my knees pads on, and laced up my boots, with my shirt laid out on the side, ready for me when I was. I heard the door creak open, and I sighed in relief. It was fifteen minutes after nine, and I liked to allow fifteen minutes for the oil to set in.
"It's about time," I said, spinning around to be greeted by the last person I expected.
"You were waiting for me?" Lora smiled, closing the door behind her.
"You weren't exactly the person I was expecting, but I'm always up for a visit from you," I said, holding my arms open for her. She slowly walked to me and stopped two feet in front of me. It was the first time I had seen her all day.
She was wearing a cotton green summer dress, which was sleeveless and scoped down around her chest and fell just above the knee. She matched her yellow beaded necklace with her strappy yellow sandals. Her hair was parted to the side, like always, and she had it straightened today. There was a small smile playing at her lips and her eyes were playing dancing in the light. She was up to something.
"I ran into a runner on my way here and," she said, removing her hand from behind her back. She was holding a bottle of baby oil. "I thought I would bring it to you."
I smirked at her and took the bottle from her and led her back to the middle of the room. I could smell the coconut, and it was all I could from not reliving the memory of that night. Coconut was her smell. Coconut was her. I uncapped the bottle of oil and tipped it over, but her hand grasped my wrist, pulling the bottle upright. I looked at her in confusion.
"I delegated my titantron room to the second in command tonight. I didn't feel up to it. So I have been hanging out with Casie and out watching the matches, and watched Casie beat the ever living mess out of Maryse to become the number one contender for the Diva's title," she ranted, and I waited for her to get to the point. She grabbed the bottle from my hands, and smiled up at me, and I could just make out the tinge of pink on her cheeks; she was trying to blush. "So, I came to see if you needed any help?" and she shook the bottle at me.
It clicked in my head what she was getting at; and it was dangerous, very dangerous. Her hands rubbing oil all over me, before I have to go on national television? I should say no. That was the logical thing to do. But I couldn't. Not when she was looking so gorgeous, standing here, offering. I might be making a mistake, but here I go. I smiled at her and motioned her on.
She squirted a generous amount of oil into her hands and began to apply it to my chest. I immediately felt the warmth of her on me. Her hands went over my throat, down across my shoulders, over my chest, and down my stomach. I could hardly think. I was trying my best to focus on Edge, but the picture of two small hands was all I seemed to see. She walked around me and began work on my back, in the same, slow motion as she had the front. Flashes of her nails digging into my skin crossed my mind, and I felt my body grow hot.
She pulled a chair up to us, and I took my cue and propped my leg up. She worked on my calf first, using both hands gentally squeezing as she moved up to my thigh. She poured more baby oil in her hands, and worked her way up from my knee, to the seam of my trunks. I had to force myself to breathe.
"Next," she murmured and I focus on not falling when I swapped legs.
I knew she could tell, especially from where she was angled, that she knew the effect she was having on me as she began on my other leg. I gripped the back of the chair, just to stay in touch with reality. Almost done, I told myself. I was doing my best keep the moan from escaping my throat.
"Finished," Lora whispered, standing up from between my legs. She didn't move, and she stared me in the eye. Suddenly she smirked at me, "Like I said, nice thighs."
And she turned on her heels and walked from the room. I gawked after her. If she was rubbing off on me, like John had said, than I was rubbing off on her; because that was something that I would have done. I perfected the art of tease, and she had just turned the tables on me. She would pay for that one, I thought.
oo
Even though Adam and I are good friends, it felt good to get an RKO on after extra vicious spear from him last week. So, I took out some of my tension that Lora helped build up before my scheduled confrontation on Edge. I felt a little guitly afterwards, standing overhim, watching him writhe in pain. Of course, I don't remember him apologizing for his force on me, so I didn't think I owed him that in return.
I left the ring, and went in search for Lora. I found John and Casie in the trainer's locker room, after John got kicked in the head by Sheamus. Lora wasn't with them, and Casie told me that she had just left for the hotel. I was getting frustrated at this cat and mouse game. But I was going to follow her back to the hotel anyways. First I took a shower, to scrub off the baby oil she put on me, remembering the tantalizing feel of her hands and fingers on my chest, back, and legs. Then I gathered my bags and got to my rental car. It took me forever in the traffic of all the fans leaving the arena, but I weaved in and out of cars, ignoring the honks and angry yells. Once in the hotel, I got in the elevator, and hit the correct floor number and waiting for the painfully slow ride up, knowing that I had no control over this. I rushed to my room, pausing only at the other door in the room.
What if she locked it? Should I knock? Or just go on in? I made up my mind, and just tried the knob, and was happily surprised when it was unlocked, so I pushed it open and peeked inside. She wasn't in the room, but I heard sounds coming from the bathroom, so I knew she was here. I stepped in to the room, and leaned against the wall, crossing my arms. I heard the door click, and it opened slowly.
She didn't notice me at first. Lora was just in her oversized favorite sleep shirt and a pair of panties, and padded barefoot to the bed. I stared at her bare legs, before clearing my throat, watching her jump, nearly out of skin, a hand clinging to flesh just above her heart; I nearly laughed at the face she was making, with her eyes nearly bugging out of her head and her mouth in a perfect "o" shape.
"Did I scare you?"
She ran to me, slapping my shoulders, hard, "Randal Keith Orton! Don't you dare do that again!" I knew I was in trouble when she used my full name. It was like being yelled at by my mother.
"I'm sorry," I said, hoping I sounded sincere, as I wrapped my arms around her waist. She leaned into me, laying her head against my chest. I assumed that I was forgiven. I smiled down at her. That brought me to the reason that I came to her room. I led us to the bed and we sat down. "But you left the arena so quickly, and I wanted to talk to you about earlier," I said, raising an eyebrow at her. She stiffened and got quiet.
Lora scooted across to the edge of the bed, sitting Indian style, looking down at her lap. "Oh, well. I'm sorry about earlier. I don't know what happened."
I reached out, and took her hand, pulling her to me. I lay back, taking her with me, and she rested her head on my chest. Again, I could smell the coconut. I took a deep breath, and dove on.
"You learned from the best. Me. But don't think that there will be any retribution," I whispered in her ear. I felt her shiver against me, causing a wave a heat to ripple from my head to my toes.
"Can I ask you a question?" Lora asked, in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Of course."
"What actually happened that night, you know, when we first met? Because I don't remember leaving the club." She would have to ask the one question that would stir up a memory that was I was trying to not think about all day and was failing miserably. But I would tell her the truth, and not in the brutal way, like I did with John this afternoon.
"I drove us back to my place, and we were laying in my bed, and you fell asleep on me," I laughed. I looked over at her and she looked mortified.
"Oh, my gosh! I am so sorry! I can not believe I did that!" She was blushing the sweetest shade of pink.
"Well, on your behalf, you were pretty drunk," I offered.
"I hope you know that I never do that. Ever."
"Oh, I do," I laughed. She nodded, content on that, "Because you kept saying 'I never do this ever' over and over again." She groaned and hid her face under a pillow. I pried the pillow away but she still had her eyes clamped shut. "Aw, I thought it was cute."
"Cute? Great, that makes me feel better," she groaned. I laughed and pulled her tighter into my arms.
We settled down in the pillows, and I hadn't realized just how tired I was when Lora turned in my arms, lying her head down on my chest, yawning into the night, cuddling up next to me.
"Do you want me to stay?" I asked. She nodded against my chest.
"Can I say something and it not ruin this moment?" she asked, hoped laced her voice.
"You can always tell me anything," I vowed.
"Randy, I want to be with you, and I love being around you, and being your girlfriend, but I don't think that I'm ready to go that far just yet," she whispered. I listened to her words, taking in her fears. But I did hear the words I want to be with you. "If you could just wait, alittle while longer; because I do want you Randy. You know that as well as I, but I'm just not ready. Please wait for me. Please?"
I tightened my grip around her waist and buried my face in her hair.
"You are worth the wait."
Okay finished! Sorry for the wait! I've had some stuff going on, keeping me busy. I've got big stuff going on in the future, so don't wander off! And don't forget to review!! And I know you all have wanted to oil up Randy before a match like that!! I know I have!! I'm just saying!! :D REVIEW!!! Love you guys!!
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