A/N - So yeah. This is the one I was talking about the other night with Brit and SerenityRose. Sappy factor on high alert here but it's a songfic, there's nothing I can do! Things get a bit heated at the end btw but nothing serious, just incase you don't like that type of thing. Enjoy...
PS - If any of you have requests for songs you would like to see covered I'm not against that. Just thought I'd let you know that lol.
Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor
Reachin' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
Stephanie plopped onto the hotel bed with a heavy sigh. Another night spent alone, another night without him. Damn. She promised herself she wasn't going to think about it but for some reason, she simply couldn't get him out of her mind today. When she woke up she was thinking about him. At the arena she was thinking about him. In her meetings she was thinking about him. When they finally had their scenes together she couldn't keep her hands off him. During his match she couldn't stop watching him. And when they had parted at the end of the show just a few hours ago, her heart had broken all over again. God, this was just shit. So fucking shit. If they were anybody else or worked anywhere else it wouldn't be a problem. Sometimes she hated this business. It was the only thing currently keeping them apart and she hated it. Her life almost felt like it had no purpose anymore, not when she had to live a sick parody of what it could be like every day. Being married to somebody in a television show, being desperately in love with that person yet not being able to be with them in reality was a cruel twist of fate if she ever saw one.
Suddenly, the shrill ringing of a cell phone filled the hotel room. Her manicured fingers picked up the phone and she scoffed. Dad. Hitting the ignore call option, she threw the phone back onto the bedside table and headed straight for the mini bar. There was no way she was staying sober tonight, not when she felt like this. The red liquid was dark against the clear glass. It was filled to the brim and she took a deep gulp, the fruity flavour smoothly running down her throat. Her glossy blue eyes stared out the tall window. The city below twinkled against the night sky. Her mind began to drift again. She wondered if he was thinking about her. God knows he was all she ever thought about.
Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
The spicy amber liquid burned his throat. How many drinks had he taken tonight? Fuck knows. And it was only one AM. There was still plenty of time to drink until he forgot what she looked like. Some chance of that happening. He couldn't forget her if he tried. Her features were engraved into his memory. Her face, her hair, her scent. All of it. Even sitting there now he could feel her all around him and it was absolute agony. Jesus, when had he become so fucking miserable? That's right, the second she walked out the door. Through no choice of her own mind you. He understood Vince's decision completely. He was doing what he felt was right for his company. It just fucking sucked that it impacted directly on him and his relationship with Stephanie. Fuck. Just thinking or saying her name sparked a reaction within him. He missed her like hell. That's why he was sitting in the hotel bar at God knows what time of night drinking his sorrows away. And he never drank. But for some reason, he just couldn't deal with it on his tonight. Not after being so close to her in the ring earlier on. He couldn't keep his hands to himself. The feel of her smooth skin under his touch was going to give him nightmares if he ever eventually fell asleep.
Throwing back another shot of whatever the hell it was he was drinking, Paul let out a deep sigh and squinted his eyes open. They fell upon a knockout redhead at the end of the bar. She had been giving him eyes all night but he wasn't interested. If she wanted to fuck a wrestler there were plenty of other options on the table. The bar was full of the boys, most of who were looking for exactly what Red was offering. He hadn't had sex in forever, not since he had to break it off with Steph. How the hell could he? She plagued his every thought and he'd probably end up saying the wrong name with some poor soul with the misfortune of being stuck with him while he moped. But oh how easy it would be to just take her up to his room and get it out of his system. God knows he needed it. To go from crazy and passionate sex with the woman he loved to absolutely nothing would take its toll on any man. Throw on the fact that he had to act as the husband of the woman he craved every damn day and he was just about ready to explode.
"Fuck," Paul muttered under his breath. This was going to kill him. Eventually it would. He simply couldn't go on like this. It was going to destroy him. The bar tender half filled his glass again and with a fiery determination, he gulped it back and slammed some bills on the counter. For a brief second, the redhead thought he was getting up for her and she didn't bother to hide her disappointment when he turned and walked out of the bar. Paul stormed his way to the elevator. He wasn't going to do this anymore and quite frankly, he should have grown a set and done what he was about to do a long time ago. His finger angrily punched the button for her floor. He had overheard her speaking to her brother earlier tonight and telling him her room number. Shane could go fuck himself. Vince too. For too long he had stood back and let his life fall to pieces. Not anymore. He needed her and he wasn't going to waste another fucking second.
It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
The unexpected knocking on the door caused Stephanie to jump. Her eyes glanced to the digital clock on the table, noting with surprise that it was almost one fifteen in the morning. Who the hell could this be? If it was her dad she swore to God she was going to close the door in his face. Not even bothering to check through the peephole, she flung the door open and her heart instantly caught in her throat. "P...Paul?"
They stood there staring at each other intensely, her in shock and him in complete awe of her beauty. She never failed to take his breath away. "Steph, I….." Now that he was here, he didn't actually know what to say. What really was there to say? He loved her, he missed her, he wanted her back? No. He had to show her. And there was only one way to do that. He took a big step forward and grabbed her face. For a split second the world stood still as their breathing mixed together, their mouth millimetres apart before he leaned down and captured her lips in a breathtaking kiss. They stumbled backwards into the room and he quickly turned them around, using her back to close the door. It clicked shut but neither of them heard it, both of them too caught up in the other to notice.
Stephanie's head was spinning. Was she dreaming or was this actually happening? As they came up for air she brought her hands to his cheeks and patted them gently, tears gathering behind her eyes.
"Don't cry," he hushed, his thumbs wiping away her tears gently. He leaned his forehead against hers and let out a heavy sigh. Was she crying out of happiness or sadness? The feel of her hands still patting his face caused him to draw back and look her in the eyes. He took her hands and entwined their fingers, staring into her soul. "What are you doing?"
"Checking to see if I'm not dreaming…checking to see if it's really you." She sniffed her eyes shut for a second, squeezing them tight before opening them to find him still standing there in front of her. It was really him. He had come to her.
"It's me," he said softly, dipping his head and rubbing his nose against hers. They stayed that way for a few moments, simply taking the time to come to terms with what was happening between them.
She tugged on his hands, pulling him closer and fusing her mouth to his waiting lips. Their tongues moved together in an endless dance. In a flash she found herself pressed against the door again. His massive chest trapped her against the solid wood but she didn't care. Their fingers loosened and she brought her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer if possible. Paul let his hand drop to her waist. It slowly worked under her shirt, stroking and caressing her skin. They broke their embrace for a split second to allow her to remove his t-shirt. Before it even hit the floor he lifted her into his arms and began walking backwards to the bed in the centre of the room. His calves hit the mattress and he sat down, his hands fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. It finally came loose and he shoved it off her shoulders, his hands instantly moving to the clasp of her bra. It joined his shirt on the floor and she pushed him back on the bed, crawling her way up his body and raking her nails over his abdomen. The deep growl that escaped him was swallowed into her mouth as he pulled her back down to him and kissed her hard. Screw foreplay. He had waited too long to feel her wrapped around him and he wasn't going to wait a second longer. A lump formed in the back of his throat at the feel of her hips grinding into him.
"Paul," she hushed against his lips, her own swollen and slightly bruised from the intensity of their kisses. She pulled back and stared down at him, her heart so full she could burst at any moment. He sat up and kissed her slowly, his big hands running over her ass and rocking her into him once again. They lost themselves in the feeling it created until she found herself flipped onto her back. He hung over her and she could see the love in his eyes. She felt like crying.
Paul ran his hand over her cheek and kissed her softly on the lips. "I love you, Steph," he said with conviction, his gaze dropping for a slight second before he looked her dead in the eye again. "I'm so in love with you." His voice cracked and he pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. The alcohol was getting to him, either that or the fact that being back with her again made him realize exactly what he had been missing all this time. He was never letting her go again. Never.
"I love you, too." The words flowed out of her mouth effortlessly and she meant every single one of them. She loved him so much it hurt and now that he was here, she wasn't going to hurt anymore. Taking his face into her hands, she pressed his lips to hers and once again lost herself in his touch. It had taken them a while but their raw need and love for each other had won out in the end and neither of them was giving up what they had together. Once was enough to last a lifetime.