Chapter 9 – Don't Push Your Luck
The morning rolled around quicker than was probably expected; Stu and Katie had partaken in what could only be described as a drunken quickie before falling asleep on separate sides of the bed. He had been awake around half an hour, staring at the young woman now in his arms. She must have rolled by him as she slept, grabbing a tight hold on his waist and using his chest as a pillow. He wished he could say that it didn't feel good, but as he watched her sleeping she didn't appear as the resident bitch he had grown to know. She seemed incredibly innocent; a small smile crept onto her features as she let out a series of relaxed breaths. His long, calloused forefinger stroked down her bare back, tickling her spine and causing her to shiver. Immediately he drew it back, placing his hand behind his head. It was too late, however; he had woken the beast. Katie rubbed one of her closed eyes and blinked up at her pro, who was now watching her with a leer.
"How long have you been awake? You look terrible." He frowned at her groggy comment; a sarcastic comeback seeming all the more appropriate.
"Well good morning to you too."
"You weren't being creepy, were you?"
"I don't know what you mean." He feigned innocence, obviously avoiding the fact that he had been watching her sleep. She narrowed her eyes at him as he smirked down at her. "Thought you weren't a cuddler?"
"Oh fuck off, you know I'm not." Her answer was mumbled into his chest; she couldn't bear to look up at his smug face. Right now it felt almost criminal.
"Then why are your arms around me?" She lodged her tongue into her cheek, not entirely sure what to say. Her only option was to come up with a defensive argument.
"They aren't. I'm lying on top of you; it's a bit different...Unless this is how you cuddle?"
"Your hands are resting against my chest; one of your legs is hooked in between mine, and you kept squeezing my waist throughout the night. Are you trying to tell me that you're not into intimacy?" His words left him in a salacious whisper. "...Because it kind of looks like you are."
"Seriously Bennett, don't you have better things to do than heckle your rookie at dawn?"
"Am I getting to you?"
"Yeah, all this time spent hanging out, I can't wait to go home and be without you."
"Charming." Cynicism was obviously featured heavily this morning.
"That, you are not." Katie quipped, pulling herself away from his naked frame and climbing out of the bed. "I'm getting in the shower." She turned at the open bathroom door. "And this time, how about you don't follow me?"
"I won't. The sooner I get you out of my sight, the better."
"Well, fuck you then." Stu sighed as she slammed the door shut; he leant back down on the bed and rested his hands behind his head, mumbling to himself.
"Glad to see things are already back to normal..."
There weren't too many people in the lobby so Drew was probably the only WWE employee being up and about that early. He sat on one of the comfortable armchairs in front of the huge windows facing the street on which the hotel was, the black and white tracksuit with the small 'WWE' logo on his chest together with the gym bag lying at his feet gave away he was probably about to start his gym training.
He clutched the small Gatorade bottle in hands, taking a look at his watch; he snorted as he found out that the time he had told Chesca to meet him should have been at least thirty minutes ago. Slipping the Smartphone out of his pocket, he looked for his rookie's number and called; 'the number you are calling is unreachable' had been the only answer he had gained. The Scotsman tapped his fingers on the armrests, and rolling his blue eyes stood up in order to get to the lifts.
He hadn't heard of the half-Italian or seen her since before going to the club the evening before; just as he had started to think that things between them were starting again for good, she had decided to ignore him during the entire party, choosing to spend her time with her friends. To be honest with himself, realising how she had disappeared from the room had him to think of the most random things; maybe she had felt sick from drinking too much, or worse. That actually didn't matter now. As he walked through the corridor, he took the spare keycard to his protégé's room from the back pocket of his trousers – he had convinced the receptionist to give it to him saying that the woman occupying it was terribly sick so he had to check on her - and slid it into the lock.
The door made a clicking noise as it swung open, but nothing moved; everything was dark, and the only sound was someone breathing deeply. Drew took a couple of steps inside; smirking to himself he flicked the lights on, witnessing the scene in front of his blue eyes.
"Wake up sleeping beauty," Drew sarcastically said, taking a few steps closer to the bed, "Ye've got-" He stopped talking as he saw that there was another figure under the blankets next to Chesca; he raised an eyebrow, confused, until the half-Italian sat on the bed and covered the upper part of her body with the sheets. Her face was definitely embarrassed, even through the last traces of sleep.
"Galloway," she yawned. "What do you want?"
"What Ah want?" He answered after a couple of seconds, "Ye were supposed tae be dou'n fer training wit' me half an hour ago!"
"Really?" She replied, scratching the back of her head. If he had told her about it the night before, she had probably forgotten it because of the insane amount of shots she had been consuming.
"Really." The Scotsman's accent emphasised the word as he tried to keep calm. In that moment, the person next to his rookie moved and slowly pulled himself up on his arms. Blond messy hair, a beard turning into a scruff on his face and two green eyes that flashed as he blinked, slowly acknowledging that there was someone else in the room.
"Drew." He said, lifting a hand up and waving at him.
"Hawkins." The pro rolled his eyes, turning them away from the half naked colleague still in bed with the young woman. He actually didn't know what pissed him off the most; Drew liked the New Yorker, but the fact that he was someone that Chesca had preferred to him simply killed his ego.
"Guess I'll..." Curt trailed off, catching sight of the woman next to him and curving his lips into a smile. "...Just go to my room."
"Yeah," Chesca replied, her finger softly brushing on his nose. "I'll see you at the tapings." Great, thought Drew, they have already decided they'll see each other again.
Drew leant with his arm on the cupboard, turning his head away from looking at the blond wrestler getting into his boxers and jeans. Sending a smirk to the Scotsman, Curt left the room, still half naked, and closed the door behind him. Chesca was still sitting on the bed, biting her lower lip and probably thinking of what the man that had just left had done to her during the night. Drew took a deep breath, before speaking again.
"Get ready nou'."
"You know," she told him, "Maybe his cock isn't bigger than yours, but at least he knows when to keep it inside his pants."
"Ah'm not telling ye twice." The tall wrestler replied through gritted teeth.
"I'm shaking in my boots."
"Chesca." Drew sighed deeply.
"Do you expect me to go around naked with you watching me?" Chesca shot back, the blankets still firmly wrapped around her body as she put her feet on the ground.
"Ah'm not gettin' o' until ye're ready." He replied, folding his arms across his chest. "Here, Ah'll turn around and close m'ah eyes."
"Get the hell out of here!" Chesca had walked up to him, her hands now pushing on his back before one of her arms would stretch to open the door.
"Hey!"
Using all her strength, the young woman had succeeded in sending him out of the doorframe; McIntyre had tried to turn around quickly to try and enter again, but it was too late.
"Open this door!"
"When I'm dressed, you idiot," she spoke from through the wooden surface. "And just putting it out there, you don't have the right to be jealous!"
"Jealous?" Drew said in the hallway, a nervous smile on his lips. "Why would Ah be jealous of that guy, huh?" He waited for answer that never came; she had probably already stepped into the shower. He shook his head and leant his back against the wall.
"Don't know, maybe because he can have sex with me and you can't." He jumped on the spot as the young woman came out of the room after a handful of minutes; gym shorts and a Stone Cold Rattlesnake shirt customized into a tank top, her hair tied up and her gym bag already over her shoulders.
"...Let's go. We have a plane to catch soon."
The plane back to Florida was packed; the three rookies had managed to get their seats together, Lou took the window seat, Chesca in the middle and Katie on the end by the gangway. They always had the job of calming down the petite New Yorker who had a fear of flying; valium and a stiff drink were very necessary on each trip. It just showed how much she wanted to wrestle and live out her dream. She was willing to get over her phobia so she could do just that. Their three pros sat in the row in front, all tuned out and doing their own thing, not paying attention to their rookies behind them. It was an hour or so into the flight when Katie had read all of her magazines and was beginning to get bored. She had half a mind to kick the back of Stu's seat all the way back like a petulant child. He seemed out of it, in his own little world, listening to his iPod and resting his eyes.
"Psst," Lou leant forward, trying to get the attention of her friend.
"What?" Katie asked, turning her attention away from her pro to stare back at the New Yorker. Clearly the medication wasn't in full swing yet but they were certainly relaxing her; usually she was completely zonked out. They turned to Chesca who was peacefully asleep and then tried to hide their giggles. Evil smirks graced both of their lips; they were both on the same wavelength as usual.
Lou held her finger to her mouth and shushed her friend. Picking up her handbag from the floor, she pulled out a tube of Yves Saint Laurent Rouge Volupte lipstick; the colour an opium red. Dramatically, she pulled the top of the tube off and handed the tube of lipstick over to Katie. Chesca moved in her seat slightly, making them halt their actions. They shared another giggle before Katie started to draw on the half-Italian's face. All of a sudden Drew's head popped up from the seat in front of Chesca's, his brows furrowed at what the girls were doing.
"Go away Drew, this has nothing to do with you." Lou narrowed her eyes at Chesca's new pro, wishing he would go back to whatever he was doing; the other guys seemed to be doing their own thing so she wondered why he had to be so nosey. Drew's eyes darted between both girls before returning back to his seat. "I don't trust him." Lou mouthed to her friend; however Katie was too engrossed in what she was doing to Chesca's face to pay any attention to what she had said. Her tongue poked out the side of her mouth as she concentrated, her friend's skin acting as a very pliable canvas for a masterpiece. Lou tried to stop the flurry of laughter leaving her lips as Chesca grumbled and tried batting something away from her face like she was swatting a fly.
"Done." Katie chirped, sitting back in her seat with a triumphant look on her face. Chesca was now sporting bright red facial hair that rivalled Stephen's. Lou pulled herself up from her comfortable seat, tapping each one of the pros on their shoulders.
"Guys, look, it's Cheamus!"
Drew immediately peered over, not really impressed with their behaviour; especially seeing as it was his rookie and they had been mean about him beforehand. Stu pulled off his headphones with a scowl, annoyed about being interrupted, but as he turned in his seat to see Chesca his familiar smirk illuminated his features.
"Nice one." He commented, his eyes darting to Katie. She smirked back at him, before mouthing something which he couldn't make out. It could have been something like 'you're next' for all he knew; if that was the case, he wouldn't be trying to get some sleep on the remainder of the flight. Stephen laughed at the sight behind him.
"It's like lookin' in a mirror, lass." He smiled, rubbing a hand over his own real facial hair. "Yeh thinkin' o' becomin' an artist if this wrestlin' malarkey goes down the drain?" The disapproving look on Katie's face didn't go unnoticed.
"That isn't going to happen." Stu chimed in, seeing his rookie's reaction, and then watching as Stephen and Lou exchanged a look. He needed to do some damage control. "She's got me as her pro; she isn't losing anything." He retreated back into his seat, shutting off the world around him as he continued to listen to his music. Lou glanced at Chesca as she slept; she had rubbed her face, smudging some of the red lipstick onto the tip of her nose. She nudged the Londoner in the arm, keeping her voice low.
"Ches is going to be so mad when she wakes up." Katie dismissed her qualms, waving a hand in front of her face.
"Nah, she'll be cool. We're her mates; she can take a joke."
"Yeah, you're right. I mean, she should be flattered to be like the Celtic Warrior..."
"So, what are you doing later?" Lou directed her question to Stephen in the hope that he wouldn't be doing anything. She really wanted the chance to hang out with him by themselves for a while, well, all night.
"Poker night." The Englishman interrupted their short conversation, his usual cocky smirk darkening his features. He had invited Drew and Stephen round his for a few beers and some light-hearted gambling; 'light-hearted' a term which was used loosely. The only reason he gambled against the likes of them was because he knew he could beat them easily without it becoming a personal matter.
"Sounds like fun, we're in." Katie's voice stopped him from walking through the terminal all of a sudden. At the hotel earlier she told him that she couldn't wait to get away from him; no doubt that all she wanted to do was cause trouble. He grabbed her shoulder, pulling her to a halt.
"What?"
"We can play poker with you guys."
"No."
"Ah don't think that's a good idea, lass." Lou turned to Stephen, not at all impressed with his siding with Stu.
"Why not? Because we're girls?"
"Exactly." Stu answered sternly; none of them put it past him to be sexist. "And you'd lose a lot of money. It's high-stakes when you play with me."
"Oh no, I'm not standing for that." Katie prodded her pro with a long finger, digging extra hard into his muscled physique so it hurt, maybe even bruised. She was in no way an extreme feminist but what he had just said was absolutely ridiculous. "Listen fucktard, just because you have a penis does not give you the right to mess with our free will. You're not god! We can play poker if we please, and we can play it well." He glanced at the two other Diva rookies, their arms folded over their chests and unimpressed expressions on their faces. His hand reached up and subtly rubbed over his pectoral slowly, soothing his prodded skin.
"This isn't just me talking, it's scientific fact; girls can't beat guys, especially in a strategic game like poker." The girls exchanged disgusted looks before the Londoner spoke up again.
"Hold the fuck up, if anything, and if we're going by science here, girls are better at anything strategy-related." She stared him dead in the eyes. "You don't want to let us play because you know that we'll beat you. And we will beat you, Bennett."
"I don't think so, sweetheart." He smirked down at her before setting off with Drew, suitcases in tow. Katie gritted her teeth, her fists clenched at her sides; she had to get inside her pro's head, mess with him a little for good measure. She nudged her New Yorker friend with her elbow, averting her attention from Stephen, who had begun to walk away as well.
"Lou, go and find out where this thing is being held and what time we have to be there." She narrowed her eyes in the guy's direction. "Any plans you have tonight have been cancelled. We'll fucking show them." Lou perked up, practically running after her pro.
"Oh, Stephen..."
"There's one problem with this plan." Chesca spoke, placing a hand on Katie's shoulder. Her face was now free of any red lipstick; the Londoner was right, she must have been mad for only a second before she started giggling and doing her best Sheamus impression. "You can't play poker."
"So? Doesn't mean I can't fake it. And, boy, can I fake it. Besides, Lou can totally play; she's the master. It doesn't matter which one of us beats him as long as he gets beaten." She stormed off, the wheels of her suitcase working overtime as her steps echoed across the floor. Chesca stared at her, open-mouthed for a second, before mumbling to herself and setting off after her.
"...I guess we're gambling tonight then."
"Urgh, I fold like a fat woman who ate an entire block of cheese and stitched from running for the bus." Katie threw her cards onto the table in frustration. Carefully she eyed the huge pile of chips Stu had in front of him, temptation had settled in to pinch some. The consequences of what he would do if he caught her floated around in her mind for a moment; she needed a plan. Stephen had already folded, and Stu had called. Drew and Chesca sat uncomfortably next to each other and both folded. Lou threw in a chip, calling also. As the first three cards hit the table Stu was quick to put in a bet of $50. The New Yorker had to fight fire with fire.
"I see your $50 and raise you $100." Lou placed more chips into the centre of the table as Stu continued to stare at her, his carefree expression had really started to piss her off. Katie sat next to Stu, aimlessly playing with the last few chips she had left.
"Lou!" Katie's eyes were wide as Lou smirked at the Englishman.
"I got this." Lou reassured her friend as she stared Stu down.
"Maybe you should talk some sense into your rookie." Stu pointed the beer bottle in his hand at Stephen before taking a swig from it himself.
"Maybe yeh should keep an eye on yer cards, fella." Stephen's hand slipped under the table onto Lou's thigh. She glanced at him and smiled as he gave her a reassuring nod.
"I call your raise." Stu threw the remaining chips needed then slipped his arm around the back of Katie's chair. His thumb slipped across her shoulder, a light teasing touch that made her shiver. She just hoped no one noticed. As she shuffled in her chair, he glanced at her, smirking. He knew the effect he had on her, but she was doing her best not to show it.
Lou eyed the cards that were already laid out on the table. The flop had turned up a queen of hearts, ten of spades and six of clubs. She already had a two pair. One more ten or a queen and she would have a full house. Hearing Stu chuckle from across the table, she wanted to slap him, or take his money; the latter sounded much more appealing in that moment.
Stephen held the cards in his hands, waiting to deal the turn. As soon as the ten of diamonds was placed on the table Stu threw a chip in. That was a tell if Lou had ever seen one. She had been watching him closely; if he had a winning hand he would take his time and if he didn't, everything would be done as quickly as possible.
"All in." Her eyes flicked up from the pile of chips she had just pushed into the centre of the table. Queens over sixes, the only chance he had at getting close to an alright hand was getting a straight. She heard everyone watching gasp, she must've had about $400 in chips altogether. Stu ran his tongue across his bottom lip; jaw tense and eyes narrowed, he pushed the chips in.
"Whoever wins is taking me shopping tomorrow." Katie chirped up, taking a gulp of the beer in her hand. Stu flipped his cards up, revealing an ace and a king. Lou smirked knowing she had him beat. As soon as she flipped her cards over he slammed his fist down on the table.
"Oh my god, you won!" Chesca laughed, suddenly finding it hilarious that Stu had lost at his self-proclaimed 'own game'.
"You have a tell!" He tried to protest, glancing around the table as everyone stared at him.
"So do you, you idiot." Lou gathered up her winnings. "Well girls, lunch and shopping tomorrow is on Stu."
"Yay!" Katie squealed happily, holding her bottle of beer up in celebration before drinking the last of it.
"We're playing again." Stu demanded, snatching the cards from Stephen.
Lou faked a yawn whilst stretching her arms into the air. "Nah, actually, I'm rather tired."
"Katie, talk to her." The Londoner turned to her pro, confused as to what the hell she could get Lou to do.
"You're such a sore loser." Lou couldn't help but laugh as Stephen handed her the money she had won; they were calling it a night.
"I'm not. We deserve a fair rematch."
"Nothing's fair with you, Katie told me that." Stu's gaze shot to Katie who nervously tapped her fingers against the bottle of beer in her hand.
"I'm going to get more drinks." Katie smiled, counting her remaining meagre plastic chips to make sure that no one would steal them while she was gone. She narrowed her eyes at the renowned 'serial cheater' sat next to her in particular; Stu's motto had always been cheat to win, she knew that first hand. "Don't deal until I'm back, okay?" The Englishman sat up in his chair, throwing the pack of cards into the middle of the table.
"More drinks? Need help with the load?"
"Nope." She answered simply, turning on her chair and disappearing into the next room with empty beer bottles.
"I'll be back." He mumbled to the room, getting up from his chair. Chesca turned to Lou as they all watched Stu follow Katie through the archway, presumably into the kitchen.
"Since when does he ever want to help anyone else?" The New Yorker shook her head, playing with some of her winnings.
"Got me..."
Stu smirked as he walked into the kitchen; his rookie was bent over and going through his fridge, trying to fish out something remotely alcoholic. Losing all of her money was pretty painful. She had come to realise that poker really wasn't her game, although it would probably have been easier to understand if she didn't keep getting distracted by sneaky actions from her pro. Stu stood with his arms crossed over his broad chest; head tilting slightly as he watched her from behind, her denim-clad backside wiggling about until she pulled out a bottle of beer. Just the one.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Getting more beer, what does it look like?" She spoke sarcastically as if it was plainly obvious.
"That's my last one." He nodded towards the cold green bottle clutched in her hand.
"Your last one?" Katie scoffed, picking up a metal bottle opener. "Some host you are; you can't even stock your fridge?"
"I didn't expect you lot to come too. I bought enough beer for the guys. You know that technically you're an uninvited guest, right?"
"Whatever, I'm taking this beer."
"No, you're not." He took a step closer to her, his voice deep and authoritative. Katie narrowed her eyes at the man a few feet in front of her, backing away from him only to be obstructed by the wooden counter island in the middle of the kitchen. She whipped around it without taking her eyes off him; she knew how terribly devious he could be when it came to getting what he wanted.
"Yes, I am."
"Katie..."
"Stuart..." He bit on his tongue briefly as she mimicked his voice, attempting to hold back a laugh. His fist banged on the counter, his patience wearing thin.
"Give me the bottle."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!" She jumped backwards to avoid his grabby hand, the bottle loosening from her grip ever so slightly, the glass slippery due to the condensation. Stu held out his palm, gesturing as if to beckon her over to him; she found the whole action kind of amusing, but his trying dominance was pretty sexy.
"Give me it!" He boomed. "Now."
"Oh, you really want it?"
"Yes."
"Do you?"
"Yes!"
"Fine! Fucking have it." She shouted, defeated, and thrust it into his grasp with a scowl. "Here, I'll even open it for you." Katie clinked the metal bottle opener on the lid, breaking the cap from its tight seal around the neck. The bottle cap flew through the air as a flurry of beer gushed out of the bottle and all over the pair of them. All that jumping around, fighting over who got the last beer had fizzed up the alcohol; half of its contents now soaked into their clothes. A frustrated groan escaped the Englishman; surprisingly, he wasn't as angry as he could have been.
"Why is it that whenever you come over I end up getting soaked?"
"You bring it on yourself."
"You just like to cause trouble."
"And I think that you like that." Katie took a sip from the small green bottle, gathering the remaining beer from her lips with the swipe of her tongue. Stu subconsciously sunk his teeth into his bottom lip as he watched her; her torturous lick of the lips appeared to him in slow motion, a much better way to savour the moment. He grabbed her hand clutched around the bottle and pulled it to his lips, taking a large gulp of the drink before pulling her flush against his body. The tips of their noses touched, they were that close. She let her eyes slip shut as he ran his nose across her cheek to speak lowly in her ear.
"The nice little games we play, huh?"
"You've never been nice." He smirked at her response, his hot breath fanning along the soft skin of her neck. This man knew exactly how to play games. Her hands pulled the beer-soaked cotton away from his body, making absolutely no space between them at all. Katie opened her eyes to see a mass of jade arrogance staring straight back at her. She felt stupid for wanting him so badly. He cupped the back of her neck with one hand and pressed his lips against hers with a considerable amount of pressure; a forceful, passionate, secret kiss...in the middle of an open kitchen. So much for picking moments; any one of the others could have walked in. She parted her lips in a breath, giving him the invitation to taste her with his tongue. It was a chance to steal back some of his beer, well, the flavour of it at least. He was fighting with her but neither of them could deny how great it felt to have their lips on each other. Katie placed the bottle of beer on the countertop quickly, linking her arms around his neck as Stu clasped her hips with a strong grip. She moaned into his mouth, running her tongue along his bottom lip before hearing Stephen shout from the living room.
"What's takin' yeh so long in there?" The Londoner pulled away from Stu, forcefully pushing his hands from her. When the Irishman didn't get an answer, he boomed from the next room. "Guys? Yeh in there or what?" Stu ignored his friend, instead opting to tease his rookie some more.
"What would you say if I wanted to punish you right here, right now? Say, on this counter?" His fingers stroked the marble countertop as her eyes darted to witness the caress; he could be gentle when he wanted to be, the situation just never called for it yet.
"I'd say you've lost your fucking mind!" She whispered back harshly, pointing towards the living room where faint chatter was going on. "With that brood in the next room? Are you serious?"
"I thought you liked exhibition."
"This crosses some sort of line though, I'm sure. I don't think I want my friends to see you smacking my arse with a plastic spatula." His laugh was devilish and utterly unmistakable.
"What's happening?" Chesca appeared in the archway, cautiously stepping into the kitchen just in case there was a chance of broken glass; she was astonished to see both of them still alive after the row they could hear from the poker table. Katie turned to her, forcing a smile.
"Stu's wearing my beer because he wanted it so badly."
"Now there's none left for anyone." Stu answered bluntly. "Wanna run out and get some more, Chester? Here." He fished out $15 from his pocket and waved the damp money about in front of the half-Italian's face.
"I'm surprised you still have money to flaunt, Bennett. I'm heading off anyway." The looks on their faces didn't go unnoticed; Chesca narrowed her eyes, something was up. "You guys okay?"
"We're fine." Without hesitation, the Englishman defended himself and his rookie. "As usual."
"Alright, well, night. Don't kill each other, yeah?" Chesca backed her way out of the kitchen with a sceptical look on her face; she wasn't exactly sure what had been going on while they were alone but the whole situation seemed suspicious. Katie turned to Stu with a scowl.
"What the fuck?" She growled quietly, shoving him in the shoulder. "Do you want us to get caught?" All she received in response was his usual cocky smirk; something that she had certainly gotten used to.
As Chesca left the kitchen alone, she glanced at the half-empty poker table with an apologetic expression on her face. Stephen and Lou stared at her with confused looks on their faces, their features softening when she explained that she was tired and leaving early. Drew wasn't giving her his full attention, downing the last of his beer. The second he looked up, the half-Italian had left the house. He stood quickly, causing the wooden surface and all the chips on it to tremble and fall from their piles, making the Irishman to frown at him.
"Delicate is yer middle name, huh fella?" He sarcastically commented as his best friend ran after his rookie; he had almost tripped on his own feet, but he managed to gain balance again and follow the young woman out of the house.
"For god's sake, Galloway." The rookie turned on her heels, talking with an annoyed voice directly to his face. "What do you want now?"
"Ah just..." He widened his arms, looking at her. "Can't Ah just talk tae ye? Ah mean, last night ye went away and Ah discovered only this morning that-"
"I ended up having a lovely night, Drew," she replied, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her beer. "And all of it is none of your business." The ringtone of her iPhone was heard from her skinny jeans' pocket; taking it out, a smile immediately appeared on her face as soon as her eyes had read the text sender's name. Hawkins.
"Ye've done nothing but answer his texts all night." The Scotsman folded his arms on his chest and looked at the illuminated skyline in front of him; Chesca's fingers rapidly tapped on the touch screen, composing another message.
"That's what you do with texts, Einstein."
"And ye know what?" The wrestler continued, getting closer to her and trying to sound authoritarian. "Ah didn't like ye today at training." She slowly turned her head, her chocolate brown eyes staring down at him; her jaw was clenched. If there was something that pissed her off, it was when someone questioned her concentration during the daily training. Her career mattered more than everything else, hence why she put her entire being in making sure that every single one of her movements in the ring was performed to perfection.
"Liar."
"Ah'm deadly serious."
"I saw your baby blue eyes shining as I performed that moonsault." she smirked at him, her finger pushing on his pectoral. "You're running out of arguments." It was hard to admit for him, but she was right.
As another received text flashed on the screen, Chesca swallowed the remaining contents of the bottle, pushing the empty glass in his hands. Drew opened his mouth to speak, but the half-Italian had already started walking away.
"I'll kick your butt in the gym tomorrow morning at the same hour." The girl added, her hand lifting up and her fingers waving at him; the rookie walked down the driveway, leaving the Scotsman standing alone. Unbelievable.
It was like she had suddenly stopped being the shy and adorable girl he had compromised his marriage for; Chesca had taken her claws out, showing that there was more to her than the innocent young rookie, who knew nothing of how vicious men could be, hiding even their weddings for a night of fun. Or, maybe, the Scotsman had just underestimated her; he didn't know how she could have done it, but the tables had turned. He was fast becoming the puppet.
"Yeh wanna come back to mine?" Lou nodded, a sudden shyness coming over her. The tone he had used was suggestive and laced with tease. His big hand slipped around hers and he pulled her up from the couch. "Ah'll let Stu know we're going." He smiled, making their way through the house to the kitchen. As soon as they walked in they saw Katie shoot away from Stu to the other side of the room. She smiled their way and ran a hand through her hair.
"Hey, what are you guys doing?"
"Ste and I are going, will you be okay here?" Lou's eyes subconsciously slipped to Stu then back to Katie. They were both breathing heavily. Something had been going down.
"Of course she will." Stu took a step towards the pair, he was still pissed that Lou had made a fool out of him.
"Still got your panties in a twist eh, Bennett? Maybe this should be a weekly thing; I could use the extra cash."
"Why don't you just-" Stu started but didn't get far as Stephen interrupted him.
"Alright, alright; leave it. Let's go." Stephen wrapped his arm around Lou's shoulder, gently pulling her out of the room and away from the angry Englishman. "He doesn't like to lose."
"You don't say." Lou pushed herself further into his warm embrace, loving the feel of his protective arm around her. "How far is your place from here?"
"Only a few miles, think yeh can last that long?"
"I'll try my best." She grinned at him and they continued walking to the outside of the house. She eyed up the car he unlocked, a black Range Rover. She figured he would have something that size considering what a big man he was. He opened the passenger side door and helped her in, not wanting her to slip in her heels.
The drive back to Stephen's house was quick; he was driving above the limit, desperate to get her home. Once they were inside he showed her around his house. It was modest and modern, and exactly how she had imagined it to be. Whilst taking in his living room and massive television, she felt his hands on her shoulders. "How about Ah show yeh what's upstairs?"
Turning on the spot, Lou wrapped her arms around Stephen's neck. Her lips touched his gently, teasing him with what was about to transpire. "If it isn't a king sized bed, I'm not interested."
"Then it's yer lucky day, lass." He pulled her arms from around his neck and took hold of her hand.
"Yeh sure yeh wanna do this?" The Irishman pulled her into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Lou's eyes darted around the room, her sight landing on the large bed covered in a soft red duvet. Turning to him, she needed to make sure he knew this was what she wanted; their time together had tested their trust. Nodding slowly, Lou let Stephen's big hands cup her face gently. "Once Ah start Ah don't think Ah'll be able to stop."
Staring into her eyes for a moment, he searched them for any doubt. When he didn't see any, he pulled her towards him, crashing his lips onto hers. Lou could only moan and submit at the sheer force. His actions were desperate and needy; she craved him and she knew those feelings were reciprocated. She was pulled tight against his hard body, captured within his big arms.
"Remember who's in charge." Stephen dipped his head down to gently bite into her neck, licking her soft flesh as her hands roamed over his arms.
"We're not in the ring now, fella." Lou smirked, tugging on his shirt and slipping the buttons free. Desperate to get her hand on him, she pressed her hands fat against his abdominals. She heard him stifle a groan which made a smirk creep onto her face. The sexual tension between them had been building; not only that evening, but the time they had been paired together.
Slipping Stephen's shirt off his body, Lou let out a satisfied sigh. Stephen's big hands snaked around to her back, crushing her against his hard chest. His lips slipped to her neck, gently kissing her soft skin. In the back of his mind he knew there was a danger that their relationship on NXT could be affected, but as she started unbuckling his belt those thoughts quickly slipped away. Gently she pushed herself away from him and out of his embrace. Her gaze wandered across his wide chest up to his jaw, the dull light in the room casting sharp shadows across his strong face. His eyes were bright, watching her intently. She glanced down to the top of his jeans again, her hand still resting on the cold metal buckle.
"Don't tell me yer havin' second thoughts, lass?" Her head shot up, wide eyes locked with his again.
"No it's just-" His hand reached up to cradle her face, his thumb softly brushing across her cheek. "It doesn't matter." Her hand reached up, trying to move his from her face.
"We're not doing anythin' until yeh tell me what's on yeh mind." Swallowing hard, she tried to think of the right words to say.
"I've thought about this a lot." Her gaze shot to the bed for a brief second; the soft cushions and duvet looking increasingly inviting. Just like her mind often did, it played what it would feel like to have Stephen above her; his weight holding her down, skin brushing hers. Her breath faltered. Stephen's thumb now brushing across her bottom lip, still wet from his heated kiss.
"You and me both." He spoke huskily, dying to get his hands on her again but scared now that he might push her away. He brought his hands to her hips, pulling her against him again. Searching her eyes for a moment, he pushed his forehead against hers. She smiled lightly at the gesture; a gesture that screamed trust, and she knew that Stephen would never hurt her. Bringing her hands to his thick neck, she pushed her lips against his, soft at first but increasingly building with need.
Stephen groaned as Lou's wandering hands travelled down to his biceps, her nails digging lightly into his skin and leaving faint marks. Wanting her out of her clothes, he gripped the thin zipper of her dress between his fingers. One swift pull, the dress fell to the floor and pooled around her feet. Through the thin lace of her cream strapless bra, he could see her nipples, hard from arousal. Pulling her back from him slightly, he leant down, his lips enclosing around one of the hardened peaks. Lou gasped, the contact sending shivers up her spine and tingles across her body. He did the same to the other whilst his hands reached for the clasp of her bra. Once it dropped to the floor, he picked her up, pulling her legs around his waist.
Landing in the middle of the big soft bed, Lou stared up at Stephen. His dark eyes stared back at her, raking over every curve of her body. His hands trailed down her sides causing her back to arch off the bed; an offering to Stephen that he wouldn't refuse. He wanted to feast on her. Take his time over every inch of her body. Although the throbbing in his jeans told him otherwise, he knew he had to take his time with her. Dropping a kiss between her breasts, the look on her face hit him right in the gut and took his breath away. Her lips parted between breaths, sapphire blue eyes dark and intense. He wanted her. He wanted her to be his and his only.
Kissing down to the top of her panties, her hands raked through his hair. Her move was less than subtle and he knew what she wanted. One thick finger dragged across her lace covered centre, the friction across her clit caused her to whimper his name and tighten her grip on his hair. Stephen smirked then gently hooked his fingers under her panties, pulling them down her long toned legs. He eyed the heels on her feet for a moment, the shiny patent leather reflecting the light in the room.
"Ah'm allowed to touch these, right?" Lou propped herself up on her elbows, her expression one of confusion and frustration. Swiftly she pulled the shoes off her feet, throwing them across the room in a grand gesture.
"I don't give a fuck about the shoes." Sprawled naked across Stephen's bed she honestly didn't give a fuck about anything. Just the aching between her thighs that only Stephen could take care of.
Stephen gripped onto her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Kneeling on the floor between her legs, he kissed her clit. The first moment of contact had her gripping onto the bed sheets and moaning. His tongue flicked over the sensitive nub, a surge of male pride ran through his body as her body writhed against him. He clutched at her hips, his mouth covering her completely and his tongue stroking her to climax. His hands moved to her silky thighs, pushing her legs further apart and pinning them to the bed.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Lou tumbled into a world of bright dazzling colours. Intense and overwhelming, Stephen took over her body, making her cry out as her body trembled and shook. She didn't have time to recover as Stephen discarded his shoes, socks and jeans in next to no time. Lifting her up, he placed her in the middle of the bed again, her thighs parted by his. Her nails dug into his arms, marking his perfect smooth skin. Feeling the hot tip of his cock slide across her clit she let out a breathy moan.
"Fuck." Stephen stopped, jaw tense and clenched.
"What?" Lou breathed out, her heart jumping to her throat. Did he have second thoughts? Was he regretting inviting her back?
"Condom." He started to get off her but she abruptly stopped him.
"I'm on the pill." His eyes searched hers, noticing the trust and honesty swirling around in them. Kissing her hard, he gripped onto her leg and threw it onto his shoulder. His hand trailed down her leg, fingers dancing across her silky skin making her shiver. His chest rubbed against hers, lips tracing across her jaw line. Slowly he pushed his length into her, inch by inch feeling her heat surround him.
Liquid pleasure ran through his veins, feeling her envelope him felt sweeter than anything he had conjured up in his mind. And as she rocked her hips against him, everything got a little bit sweeter. His lips moved to her neck, biting and kissing her soft skin. His movements were purposely slow. His instincts were telling him to pin her down and fuck her senseless, but he needed her to know she meant more to him than just sex. Her hands still clung onto his biceps, holding on as if he were about to slip through her fingers at any second. They slipped up to his shoulders, nails raking across his milky skin. His composure and control was slipping, her breathy moans and delightful whimpers driving him crazy. He snapped. He captured her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. Kissing just below her ear, he growled at her. "Do yeh trust me?"
Lou managed to speak; her legs wrapped around his waist then tugged him forward. "Yes. Ste, please just fuck me."
Smirking, he would do just that. Pulling almost completely out of her, he pushed back in, filling her to the hilt. Her back arched off the bed, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She matched his thrusts, each powerful movement sending her spiralling into a blissful state. Everything in her world focused on the man above her as he coaxed her to her climax. She heard herself calling his name, crying out into the room. Her heart pulsed and her body shook. Tightening around him, she pulled him into a mind blowing climax. A guttural groan tore from his chest and his lips found hers again as he came. Their movements stilled, breathing harsh and shallow once Stephen had released her lips from his.
"Wow." Lou grinned, her cheeks flushed and hair out of place. She tried to shy away once her wrists had been freed but Stephen stopped her and shook his head.
He kissed her cheek and murmured against her skin. "Yeh look good like this." More soft kisses were pressed against her jaw. "Ah'm going to make sure yeh look like this more often."
A/N – Thank you wades wife, peeps8705, miamitravel, Jojo Barrett, hOtlilmofo, Thatgirl54, moxxie23, wwemagpie, DeansTrueGirl and xFindTheEnigmaWithinx for the lovely reviews. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Lou, Katie and Chesca x