Ch14

Randy

Honor returned earlier this morning visibly distressed. She wouldn't tell me why she was seething but it had to be something involving Punk. Honor generally is always pleasant and cheerful, with a side of randomness and slightly chaotic mood shifts. She's excellent at concealing them around groups of people but she can't handle them for too long. I've learned that the first two months since we've been traveling together.

"Alright you've been irate all day what is wrong?" I stop her by winding my arm around her waist while she's standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. A permanent pout rests on her face as she tries to ignore my presence. "Shadow, I know you heard me."

"I'm fine. Stop touching me," she shrugs me away and starts rinsing the containers in the sink.

I feel the lopsided smirk stretch the left side of my face, she is sexier when her feathers are riled up and that doesn't happen too often. Taking the container from her and shutting the water off, I tow her around to look at me, "What is wrong with you?"

"Randy, stop!" she snaps when I curl my finger to her chin, as she attempts to storm away from me I hold her arm firmly. Her attitude is starting to piss me off… and turn me on.

"No. What the hell is your problem?"

"Randy! Get it through your thick skull, I-am-FINE!" she cautions me I can't decide if I'm more turned on by her assertiveness or pissed off by it. "Let go of me."

I do as she orders, "This is not the end of it…" I warn her and she storms off to the back of the bus.

I give her a couple of hours to cool off while I do a line up phone interviews with a few radio stations finishing with one for the city we'll soon perform in. At the tail end of my conversation, I hear Honor rustling around the kitchenette.

"So she's decided to stop acting like a stubborn little brat. Maybe now she'll tell me what's up…" I say sarcastically. A smirk spreads over my face as I watch her grimace at me, "And you will not walk away from me this time either."

"Watch me."

Not taking any of her crap, I haul her back towards me and sit her down on the table in front of me. She's completely exposed wearing a skin tight tank top and way to short shorts; a long time ago I learned that she loathes clothes. "What is your goddamned problem today?" I toss her the black hoodie I'm wearing just so I don't have to look at her cleavage swelling out of her top. "Put it on. Any other time you are manipulating your way into my pants and now you can't stand me?"

Honor shakes her head and slides her arms through the sleeves, "Dummy you've got it all wrong, it's nothing concerning you… "

I ignore her sly remark and chuckle because the jacket swallows her, "I'm going to ask you again. What is your problem?"

"Some things Punk said to me. And… you don't help my mood any when you persistently question me." She jumps down from the table still pouting, then wraps her arms around my waist. She rests her chin on my chest, looking at me with those pretty brown eyes of hers before averting her gaze.

"Honor," I glance down at her, cupping her chin I turn her face so that I can see her eyes, "what did Punk say to you?"

She tried to avoid my eyes but, my gaze follows hers. "He thought I was there to…have sex with him, you know like to get myself a more secure spot on the roster… stuff along that line. "

"Were you?" Her face is heartbreaking but I can't help but question her motives as well. The instant the question leaves my mouth I regret asking it.

"No, Randy." She tenses when my hands travel down to her hips, "I honestly wanted to spend time with my friends… He also chewed my ass about this affair with you."

"I hope you told him that." I kiss her neck earning me a soft moan, before she pushes me away. I realized I've been holding my breath waiting for her to tell me that she understands how important this opportunity is for her.

"I told him not to judge me, when I know, for a fact, that he and Avery are doing the same thing. Hell, we talk about it all the time in the locker room…"

Pulling her back to me I smile then press my mouth to hers, any and every fear that I had about her sleeping around to further her career has been shot executioner style. But she simply pecks me then sidesteps me. I swear what this time, "You are like a fucking Rubix Cube, what now?"

"Randy what are you talking about?" I hear a crash behind me and turn in the nick of time to see every container falling out of the small cabinet over her, "Damn it! Damn it to hell."

My cheeks are hurting because I'm trying to suppress my laughter, but by the scowl on her face I'm not doing a great job at it. "Damn your cuteness to hell. What the hell were you doing?"

"Did you put my favorite cup up there?" Honor points to the top shelf of the cabinet, with her cheeks completely flushed. In order to hide my amusement I grab the cup from the shelf and give it to her but not without teasing her first, then start grabbing the small collection of Tupper ware off of the floor.

"You are a fucking dick."

"Oh be quiet, shorty."

"Have fun with your hand tonight then," she leans against the cabinet, a sly little smirk curling the corners of her mouth as she shoves the cup in the slot then waits for the coffee maker to finish, waving a spoon in the air.

"We'll see about that my dear." I grin looking up at her, chuckling again at the giant hoodie swallowing her curves. It looks like a dress on her reaching mid-thigh, once again I laugh at the comedy of an angry little woman.