I can't believe how long this story has gone on. seriously.

I only have five comments, and one says this story sucks.

I'm nothing if I can't change.

I will probably be ending this story by the 30th chapter.

Obviously, you guys hate it.

Whatevs.

"You always were a clean freak." he chuckled as he lay back down. "and a dirty freak." Orton chuckled and Cena blushed slightly. The champion shook her head at theit antics and began the slow journey off the bed to clean herself from their earlier fun.

When she returned, Orton had Cena pinned to the bed, muscles tensing and relaxing quickly as Cena struggled to get Orton off of him. Cena looked as if he was surprised he couldn't just toss Orton off of him, but since fighting orton in real life was a bit like punching through a ball of laffy taffy, it was quite difficult.

"Let- me- up!" Cena grunted, strugling all the while.

"NO." Orton kept him pinned down and began chuckling maliciously.

The Champion walked over to the side of the bed, watching the two. "Orton." she said with a longsuffering sigh.

"Wha? It's just a little sticky spot from last night. He is such a freak about it." Orton chuckled as Cena started to hypervenhilate.

The champion placed a hand on one of Orton's hypermobile shoulders. "Did you ever think that maybe the way you are looming over him is flaring up his claustrophobia?" she asked. Orton immedeately jumped off, like a crab, sideways onto the bed.

"Damn." he said, as Cena groaned in fear. Shaking just a bit, he tried to steel his nerves and reassure his wife that he was okay. Even after several moments, his voice still cracked. He sat up slowly, heading to the kitchen to fix himself a glass of water and tell himself he would be okay.

He passed Punk in the hallway, who whistled and smacked Cena on the ass.

"Damn, son! you got that black girl booty!" Cena blushed just a bit, chuckling at Punk's antics as he waved his hands over his head and sang Sir Mix a-lot's song behind Cena as he walked to the kitchen.

"I like big butts and I cannot lie. You other brothers can't deny..."

His amusement at Punk's antics distracted his mind from what happened earlier.

Although Cena never realized it, that is just what Punk wanted to do.

Back in the bed, Orton was apologizing to the Champion, insisting that just for a moment, he had forgotten. Of course, she forgave him, but that wasn't the end of things. Cena returned to the bed with a smirk as Punk trailed behind, outright staring at Cena's ass.

"I've never been much of an ass kisser, but damn." Punk looked from Cena's ass to the Champion. "It's a fine ass, in't it?"

The champion moaned in agreement. "Mm-hm"

Cena flushed just a bit, and dst down. Punk suddenly remembered they had a show to get ready for, and began scrambling around, getting dressed. The Champion and Orton did the same.

Soon it was time for the Raw show. Cena and Orton faced off with Cesaro, and the roof came off the place.