Chapter 22- Afterglow
I walked through the emaculate house, careful of my step. I would be mortified if I bumped into anything and caused something to break. I passed a large set of windows, pausing to watch Randy interact with his parents. I smiled, watching the three of them laugh at something that had been said. I had to admit, that being invited here, to his parents' home, was something that deeply affected me. I felt pretty sure that he didn't bring anyone home often and I felt honored. I shook my head, and headed towards the living room.
I meant to pass straight through, head out of the kitchen and rejoin them on the patio, but something stopped me. Or better yet, somethings stopped. All the pictures in the living room, in various frames of wood and metal, grabbed my curiosity. I walked slowly to the first cluster of frames, letting my eyes graze over the pictures. Some of the people I didn't recognize and some I saw to have Randy's parents in them. Family friends, I assumed. I toed my way to the fireplace, and was happy to see that I actually knew some of these people. There was family photo with Randy's dad and all of his children. Randy seemed to be around sixteen or seventeen at this time. I smirked at the cocky look he had on his face. Somethings never change. Next to it were three graduation snaps. Randy was in the middle, and I gathered that on the left it was his brother Nathan, and his sister Becky on the right. The Orton men all looked strikeningly similiar. There were only bits of their mother thrown in. But his sister, Becky, was all Elaine. Except for the smile. She shared Randy's smile.
At the very end of the mantle, my eyes caught a glimpse of a silver frame. I moved down to get a better view, and was stunned to see Randy, about twenty years old, in a United States Marine Corps uniform. He had more hair in the picture than he did now, but it was buzzed to head. I ran my fingers across the glass gently, entranced by the photo. I knew Randy had been a Marine at one point, but he never talked about his time served. And I never had the guts enough to ask him about being discharged. Seeing this picture was like seeing an entirely different Randy. One that I wanted so badly to know.
"Handsome, isn't he?" I jumped back away from the picture like I had just been caught sneaking a cookie at four-years-old. I turned wide eyes towards Elaine Orton, embarrassed at being caught ogling her son in a picture. I could only nod at her words. "He was nineteen in that picture. Just shy of his twentieth birthday. This was taken about a year after he joined."
But I heard the tone of her voice. I heard the saddness and dark tension layering her words. I turned to her, tearing my eyes away from the picture. "What happened?"
She looked at me and I saw the same sorrow in her eyes that was in her voice. "I'm not surprised Randy's not told you. It's very hard for him to think about it himself. But when he's ready, he'll explain everything to you."
She smiled at me softly, before turning her back towards me and left the room. I cast one last glance at the Randy in the picture. The desire for answers licked at my brain. But I knew I had to hold my tongue. Sighing, I turned my back to the picture, and tried to push it out of my thoughts, and followed behind Elaine.
I didn't know what made me think of that moment in at that house. It might have been the movie we were watching, Major Payne, one of my favorite movies. Because the leading character is a Marine; so I assumed that's where the link up had come from that refreshed my memory. I had nearly forgotten about the picture. But now, sitting in Casie's guest bedroom, it was all I could to not blurt it out.
After Friday's event, we drove back to Casie's to spend the rest of the weekend with her. I looked over at the clock on the wall. It told me that it was half past two in the morning. No wonder I was so tired. I yawned and snuggled deeper into Randy's left side, trying to shut off my thoughts of USMCs, uniforms and Randy. I heard him grunt as he reached over for the remote and shut the TV off, and lay back against the pillows. Finally, I felt sleep come for me, and I was relieved that I hadn't run my mouth.
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I rolled over the next morning, stretching out my stiff muscles. I instinctly reached out for Randy, but my hands found cold empty sheets. I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Training my ears, I tried to listen for the sounds of running water. But the house was eerily quiet. I climbed out of the bed, and left the small bedroom and made my way down the stairs. Rounding the corner, a sizzling noise hit my ears before I could take in the sight before me. Randy was standing in front of the stove, one hand on a skillet of bacon; the other was turning the meaty strips over with a pair of tongs. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I looked about the room. A bowl of steaming eggs sat on the table, next to a carton of orange juice, and enough china was set out for two people. I heard a buzzer go off, and looked back over to see Randy pulling out a sheet of buiscuits from the oven. I leaned against the kitchen archway, crossing my arms over of my chest.
"Randy Orton, WWE superstar and a top chef?" I wondered aloud, and watched as Randy turned to face me. His blue eyes shined in the morning light that filtered through the windows.
Randy smirked at me. "You sound surprised."
Randy took the buiscuits to the table, along with the bacon. Then he came over to me, placing a light kiss on my lips. I could learn to live with waking up like this. He took my hand and led me to the white-washed table, and sat me down, and motioned for me to fix my plate first. I gingerly grabbed warm buiscuit, spooned some eggs on my plate, and added a few strips of bacon to the mix.
"It's not a bad thing," I said as I poured some juice into a glass. "You surprise me all the time."
Randy cocked an eyebrow, a grin pulling at his lips. For a while, we just ate in silence. There were moments when we would catch each others eye, and smile softly. I loved moments like these with Randy. That we could sit just perfectly in the silence, not having to say a word, and we were content with each other. But then I noticed something about the lull of noise. I looked around, my eyes wondering around the room.
"Where are John and Casie?"
"They left out early this morning to go see Casie's parents," Randy said, placing his glass down. "They won't be back until later tonight."
Right now, I was immensely thankful that Randy could not read my mind. Because my thoughts were circling around what we were going to do, by ourselves, with an empty house, for pretty much the whole day. I ducked my eyes away from his, and concentrated on the remaining piece of bacon. I forced the food down my throat and took a deliberate swallow from my juice. I looked back to Randy, and my eyes immediately found blue. He had been watching me the whole time. The look in his eye made my heart race.
"So," I cleared my throat, leaving the table to place my plate in the sink, washing out my glass. "What are we going to do?"
I tensed when Randy's arms came around my waist. His arm must be feeling better today, I thought. Randy ran one hand slowly across my stomach, pressing me back into him; as his other hand trailed down my hip-bone to my thigh. He pressed his face into my hair, with his lips at my ear.
"I can think of a few things," he mumbled, nuzzling my ear. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He grabbed my waist, spinning me around to face him. I saw the fire burning in his eyes.
"Monopoly?" I cocked an eyebrow at him, as he ran hand up my throat to craddle my cheek. I felt his other hand slip beneath the hem of my tank top. My eyes fluttered when I felt his warm skin caress mine.
"I don't think so," Randy muttered, lowering his head to graze his lips along my jaw line. I hooked my fingers through his belt loops, pulling him flush against my body. Randy's soft groan met my ears.
"Halo 3?" I teased. Randy's hand continued to slide up my stomach, my shirt gathering at his wrist. My heart pounded against my ribcage, but I forced myself to remain calm. Randy moved his hot kisses down my throat, using his hand on my cheek to angle my head up. His soft laughter brushed across my skin.
"You're getting colder."
"Twister?" I smiled despite myself. Randy's hands tightened on my flesh, softly digging his fingers into my skin. I had to control my breathing, because panting like a dog wasn't my idea of being appealing.
"Getting warmer," Randy murmured, his lips brushing over my collarbone. But then I pulled away from him, pushing lightly against his chest. Randy reacted and let go of me. In an instant, I was at the archway of the kitchen and Randy was looking around at me in confusion. I placed one hand on the wooden frame, and flashed him a smile. And before Randy could process what I was up to, I ran. I made a straight shot for the stairs, my hair flying behind me. But, it didn't take Randy long to figure out that the game of cat and mouse. I heard his footsteps as he ran to chase after me. I barely made it to the doorway of the guest bedroom door before his arms clasped around me. It was just like it was when we were at the pool; I was no match for his speed.
He spun me around in his arms, my feet lifting off of the ground, causing me to burst out into laughter. He let go of me, only to use both of his hands to brush the hair out of my face, and leaned down to capture my lips with his. There was nothing innocent about his kisses at all. Their intent was known. I sighed against his mouth, and Randy took that to his advantage to explore my mouth, circling his tongue around mine. I wrapped both arms around his bare shoulders, pulling him closer to my body. I needed to feel him against me. I just plain needed him.
A shiver ran through my spine when I felt his fingers split into the elastic band of my pajama bottoms. He pulled and tugged at it slowly, teasing me, before letting them slip quickly down my legs. I ran my hands down the hard planes of his chest, until I came into contact with the rough fabric of his jeans. I didn't hesitate as I popped the button loose and slid the zipper down. I helped him remove them and heard the soft rustle as they hit the floor. Randy traveled the length of my back with his left hand, and I shivered as he trailed over the curve of my panties, grasping possessively at my bottom. I couldn't hold my moan back any longer. And that seemed to be all the reassurance Randy needed.
He lifted me up, carrying me in his arms, towards the bed. And from my position, my legs locked tightly around his waist, I could feel his passion and desire pressing against me. Each step he took sent a jolt of frenzy urges through my body. I groaned against his throat, trying to maintain the situation. Finally, we made it to the bed, and he lowered me onto the soft cotton. But I didn't release him, and pulled Randy down on top of me. Again, I felt his hands slip beneath my top. I closed my eyes, and arched my back, allowing him to pull it off. Randy grabbed a hand full of cloth, and yanked it gently over my head.
All that stood between me and being completely naked in front of Randy was a simple pair of panties. I heard his groan of appreciation as he recaptured my lips, and began to lightly push me back into the pillows. My hair fanned out behind me on the plush pillow, as my eyes fluttered to a close when I felt his hand glide up my stomach and cupped my bare chest. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, and somewhere in the back of my mind I hoped I wasn't hurting him. He squeezed and kneading my breast while leading his trail of kisses down my throat and past my collarbone. I was under Randy's control, and he knew it. All coherent thought was lost to my mind when Randy's tongue swept across my flesh. My head fell back against the pillows as he closed his lips around me, gently sucking and nipped lightly with his teeth at my skin. Lights exploded behind my closed lids.
Randy pulled me into a sitting position, and brought me flush against his chest. I shivered at the feel of my bare chest on his. It sent my mind into a whole new place of need. I wrestled Randy to the bed, where I was sitting astride his hips. I was past wanting to tease him. I didn't think I could handle it myself. I hooked my fingers into his boxers, and slid them down his legs and threw them across the room. Randy laughed softly, sitting back up, wrapping his arms around my waist. I could feel all of Randy against me, and passion licked my spine. I pulled him back down to the bed, him on top, and took his lips with mine. He dipped his fingers into the top of my panties, and I almost cried out in victory. Randy left my body for a moment, and I felt him remove the last obstacle in our way. I pulled him back up to me, willing him with my eyes to read what I was thinking. To know that I wanted him. Now. And it was obvious that Randy got the message.
Randy crashed his lips on mine, and I felt him adjust himself on his left arm. He placed his right hand between my legs, spreading them slightly. I stopped breathing when I felt his heated flesh at the center of my being. I buried my face into his neck as he slowly began to push into me. I felt my fingers dig tighter into his back. Randy groaned in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I felt him fill me like no other. I arched my back into him as he pulled out slowly. But as soon as he was out, he thrust back into me. I gasped in shock, and in pleasure. He kept up his pace, while I clung to him desparately. His hand left my hip and grabbed my knee, and hitched it around his waist. This allowed him deeper access to me. With every thrust came a wave pleasure that flowed from the depths of my toes to very top of my head.
"Randy," I moaned into his ear, as I ran my hands down his back.
I knew it drove him crazy to hear his name moaned out. He squeezed my thigh, his fingers clutching me tightly. I whimpered in rapture as he relished my body. He pulled out slowly and I knew I wouldn't last one more thrust. I was on the edge of euphoria. Randy pushed back into me quickly and I was pushed over the limit. I moaned as my muscles tensed around his, as ecstasy took over my body. My toes curled into the sheets as I got lost in the intense pleasure. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Randy released in me, reviving everything I just felt. Randy groaned and buried his head into my shoulder as his pleasure got the better of him.
I laid there, with Randy on top of me, in awe of what I had just experienced. I was still trying to catch my breath. My mind had offically just been blown. I suddenly felt stupid for putting this off for as long as I had. Never in all my life had I felt more wanted. I ran my hands down Randy's sweat-sheened back. He lifted his head to stare lovingly down at me. I returned his look with a smile.
"That," I said, still breathless, "was so much better than Monopoly."
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It was offical. I did not like three-hour Raw specials. Especially when they include every superstar from both Raw and SmackDown. It was so tedious to load every single wrestler's music just on the off-chance they might come out. And it also took time away from being with Randy. Just the thought of him, made me think of what we did, together, and I wanted him near. After my outburst last Raw, I had decided to stay out of Randy's work. Because, after thinking about, if I was in any way invovled with getting him in trouble, I would hate myself. Besides, Randy didn't come here and tell me how to do my job. He's being doing this a lot longer than I've been hanging around, so I'm sure he would make the right decisions. I didn't want to turn into one of those girlfriends that liked to control their boyfriends. That just wasn't me.
So, here I was, in my Titantron room, loading countless music. I also knew the outline for tonight. And I didn't like it. Not one bit. I knew that Randy was going to have a match with Adam, or Edge, and he would attack his shoulder again. But I kept my mouth shut. None of my buisness. I also knew that John was going to get a major beat down by all of the rookies from the WWE's reality show "NXT". It was going to be an eight on one attack. I wouldn't enjoy watching that, and I knew Casie would be angry to be stuck in North Carolina, and not here in Miami, and watch the events unfold.
I heard the door open from behind me and turned to see Adam walk into the room. I smiled at him, and offered a seat, as I went back to my work. He was already in his wrestling attire. I couldn't imagine him beating up Randy in less than an hour, but yet, it was bound to happen.
"Having fun?" Adam laughed at the frustrated look on my face. I threw him a dirty look, which only made him laugh harder. "Or not."
"Don't you have people to hit with doors or something?" I teased, smirking at him. I silently wondered if it was in bad taste to use that as a tease when he did that to Randy last week.
"Nah, no one will stand still long enough." I rolled my eyes at him. But the door opened behind us, again, and a man in a brown delivery outfit walked in. I knitted my brows in confusion at him, as did Adam. Since when did anyone get deliveries here?
"Mr. Copeland?" the man asked. Adam stood up and walked over to the brown-suited man holding a white postage box. "I need you sign here."
Adam signed where he was indicated and took the package from the man. He shut the door behind him and reclaimed his seat. I watched as he slowly fingered the box in his hand. He looked just as confused as I felt.
"Who is that from?" I asked, completely forgetting about my work for a bit.
"The same fan that's always sending me little gifts," Adam showed me the sweatband he was wearing on his left arm. "This was one of them."
I motioned for him to open the box. I was a bit curious to see what was in it. He dug his finger under the lip of the box, tearing the tape away from the cardboard. He pulled apart the flaps and slowly removed the tissue paper from inside. At the bottom of the box was a thick, leather bracelet, about two inches wide, studded with silver buttons. It was very Adam in fashion, I thought. He picked up the bracelet and held it in his hand.
"This is pretty cool," he said. He laid it over his wrist and admired how it looked. I laughed at him and rolled my eyes. Even the fans suppiled his wardrobe. I would have thought that weird before joining the WWE Universe. But by now, I have seen weirder things. Some that I wish I hadn't.
But Adam couldn't stay long. No, because he had to go beat the ever living out of Randy. I swear, if I wasn't friends with the man, I could've killed him. He actually used a steel chair, slamming it into his shoulder, and then hitting him in the back with it. I groaned to myself. Randy was going to be in rare form later. He really was building up his recovery time. I knew he was going to be in a lot of pain when we left here. I made a mental note to go by the trainer's locker room and pick up another bottle of Aleve. But what happened to Randy was not the most shocking event of the night. That came during John's match at the end of Raw.
I knew the NXT guys were going to gang up on John, but I had no clue it was going to be so bad. They seemed to melt out of the crowd and swarmed around the ring. I felt bad for John, as I watched him standing in the ring, all alone, surrounded by eight other guys. Then the attack began. And it was brutal. And I thought Batista's beatings of John were hard to watch; but this was worse. At least when it was Dave, it was just Dave. At points in time, I couldn't even see John from all the guys trying to get at him.
But they didn't stop at John. They attacked the ring announcer, the time-keeper, the bell-ringer, the commentators Jerry "The King" Lawler and Michael Cole, and Matt Styker. Beating anyone they could get their hands on. There were bodies every where. And if that wasn't enough, they began to demolish the ring, tearing it apart. Yanking the ropes of the turnbuckles, ripping the padding off of the floor, throwing chairs around. They actually pulled up the mat off of the ring, with John still laying there in a state of semi-unconsciousness. When they finally decided they had completed their task, they left the arena, at long last letting the trainers attend to John. I felt my heart clench when they put him on the stretcher, and began to tote him to safety.
A/N
Omg! I know what you guys are saying.. FINALLY! Pahahah! But sucks for John right? I was totally infuriated at this episode of Raw. I was NOT a happy camper.. :[ But I'm caught up! YAY! I'll try to get one more chapter out before next Raw, but I'm going to Six Flags tomorrow (and I haven't been in like.. 3 years, so I'm excited!) so I'll have see how that goes..
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