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Part Three

"I'm going to quote the bible here," Dean said, as he took another sip of his beer. "Old testament, even. Samuel 1:19, 'Oh, how the mighty have fallen.'" He laughed again. "Damn, Dolph, the playboy has been bitten, but good."

"Very funny," Dolph said, but he didn't deny it, knowing it was stupid at this point. Dean was right, Dolph wasn't falling for May, he had already made that tumble. He wasn't even sure if he had been aware of it until now, but that didn't make it any less true. He couldn't pinpoint a time it had happened, but it had happened, and since it was out in the open, raw and painful like a sore that wouldn't heal, Dolph suspected it had happened while May and Seth were still dating. He remembered seeing them together and more than a few times, wanting to pull May aside and ask her what she was doing with him. He wasn't making her happy, he was using her as someone to pass the time with until he could figure out how to get Donna back. He remembered thinking that May deserved more than that, she deserved someone who would want to be with her, someone who would appreciate her for who she was. And all that time when he thought she deserved someone better, someone was really him. Well, at least he hoped it was him.

"It is funny," Dean insisted, chuckling again. "The Show-off, the superstud of the WWE, brought down by five feet of woman. But, I can't blame you, she's got a magnificent ass."

"Hey!" Dolph objected quickly.

"What?" Dean shrugged. "I'm not saying I'm gonna touch, but I'm not blind, I can't help but see it. C'mon, it's a perfect ass. Even straight women love that ass. It's round, it's high, it's like a booty butt, but in sized small."

"Stop talking about her ass!" Dolph demanded, even though he had spent a lot of time himself admiring May's rear end and even telling her how much he admired it. For some reason, when Dean did it, it grated on him and he didn't know why.

"Yep, fallen hard," Dean said, nodding. "When you feel jealous just because someone else admires her ass, then you've staked a claim, at least in your mind. She must be hot stuff."

"I wouldn't know," Dolph said, before he could think and thus stop himself.

"What, did you hit your head-" Dean began, then stopped as the potential meaning of Dolph's words hit him. "Are you saying you two, haven't?"

"It's none of your business." Dolph knew he had snapped at Dean, but knowing after the fact was too late. He also realized he might as well have hung a sign over his head, big, bold, flashing neon letters. "You're Right, Dean, May And I Have Not Done It." He hoped that if that sign did exist, that he could add the word, "Yet" to the end.

"Dude, what are you waiting for?" Dean asked, and laughed again, showing no sensitivity to Dolph's discomfort.

"I-I" Dolph began, then stopped, finished his beer, threw the bottle in the trash, and then went to the refrigerator for another. Yes, he wanted the beer, but he also wanted to stall for time, hoping that Dean would maybe sense his discomfort and change the subject.

Dean, however, wasn't buying it. "You-you, what?" he asked, then added, "Since you're there, get me another one too."

Dolph took two beers out of the refrigerator and handed him one. "If I told you, you'd think it was stupid, so why bother."

"Try me," Dean suggested, taking the beer and opening it. "I've heard a lot of stupid things in my life, so I doubt this will be the stupidest. That's got to be some comfort."

Dolph sat on the bed and opened his bottle and took a swallow. "I dunno. I mean, I want to. I'm even pretty sure she wants to. We've gotten into some pretty intense make out sessions and I'm always the one that pulls back."

"Oooookay," Dean said, drawing the word out to encourage Dolph.

"I'm not sure," Dolph admitted. "I know part of it is that I don't want her to feel rushed, you know? She felt she had to throw herself at Seth to get his attention. I want her to know she doesn't have to do that with me, that I'm not just looking for sex, I'm looking at her, all of her. Her company, her personality. I like talking to her, she's got a good wit and a sharp mind."

"I think she's got the point," Dean said, grinning. "If you two have been playing The Portrait of Eternal Foreplay this long, I'll bet my next paycheck she's pretty sure you like her for more than just the great sex, which you two have yet to have. And I don't think that's it. If you two have been having heavy make out sessions and she's totally getting into it, but you're the one pulling away from her, you've got the idea she wants you. So, it's got to be something else." He took another swallow of his beer. "So, what is it, your ex?"

Dolph sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Why do you think that?" he asked.

"Because you mentioned your rep and your ex earlier," Dean said.

"I-I" Dolph ran his fingers through his hair again. "Aw, shit, man, when did you become Dr. Phil?"

At that, Dean laughed. "Don't change the subject. So is it Amy?"

"That's part of it," Dolph admitted. "Maybe a bigger part than I want to believe, but it is a part of it."

Dean nodded. "You know I'm not an internet junkie," he said. "In fact, I barely touch it. I've heard some stuff about what went down, Renee keeps up more with that than I do."

"What do you know?" Dolph's curiosity was a bit on the morbid side.

Dean shrugged. "Renee said she broke up with you by text, which was a pretty crappy thing to do."

"And that's all?" Dolph was a little surprised, he'd been sure that his and Amy's break up had been the talk of the locker room.

"Dude, she's not a gossip, believe it or not," Dean said. "I know about the text thing because we were talking about the worst ways to end a relationship, you know, joking and stuff and she said that how Amy broke up with you and we both agreed that would be about the worst way to do it."

"I wasn't thrilled with it, trust me," Dolph muttered darkly. "I thought at first she was joking or something. But nope, she was serious. But that wasn't the real problem. I mean, yeah, it was a shitty thing to do, but, we were both working on completely different schedules, so I figured it was more of an inability to arrange a time to do it face to face."

"So, she couldn't have called you?" Dean took another sip of his beer.

"Yeah, I know, I know!" Dolph shook his head and followed Dean's example by taking a swallow of his own beer. "But, I let that one go. It was what she said later that really got me."

"What was that?"

Dolph looked down at the beer bottle, clasped in his hands and started peeling the label off, mostly to avoid looking at Dean. "She... she told people that I was too athletic in bed."

Dolph expected Dean to toss his head back and roar with laughter, but instead his brows furrowed and he pondered what Dolph had said. After a bit, instead of tossing his head back, he shook it, slowly, thoughtfully. "Dude, that totally sucks."

"Tell me about it," Dolph said glumly.

"She said what?" May stared at Renee in disbelief.

"That he was too athletic in bed," Renee repeated, taking a sip of the Cava. She was trying to make it last, and keep from getting too drunk.

"Too athletic?" May shook her head. "Like, what did she mean by that? That he had extreme stamina? Because that wouldn't bother me."

"I don't think I've ever met a person who it would bother," Renee said. "Except for maybe a few senior citizens. No, it wasn't stamina. She made a whole big joke about it. Said he was ragdolling her."

"Ragdolling?" May's brows furrowed, having never heard of the expression, then she thought about it and it hit her all at once. "Oh, wow!"

"Yeah."

May took another sip from her own glass, and shook her head as she absorbed what Renee was saying. "That's-that's intense," she finally said. "I mean, how do you recover from that?"

"Exactly," Renee agreed. "The guys in the locker room teased him about it too. I'm amazed you didn't hear about it."

"Now that I think about it, I might have, but not realized it," May said. She remembered various remarks said about Dolph, implying that he had quite a reputation as being eager in bed, and since they had started dating, every time she looked sore or tired, usually due to nothing more than an overly indulgent work-out, the other divas would make remarks that she had dismissed at the time, but now made her wonder. "I-I just didn't put it together." She shook her head, "That's... I don't know, low? Yeah, I guess low is the word I'm looking for. I mean, you can't fight with that. If he says he wasn't, people will joke. If he agrees, he's practically saying he was so overcome with lust every time he came near her, that he got carried away."

"Yeah," Renee nodded, having thought the same things herself. "It's a no win situation."

"I don't know if I buy it," May said. "In fact, I don't buy it. I know Dolph. Maybe not in the biblical sense, but I know him as a person. If Amy had told him to take it easy, he would have. I mean, she's a comedian, not an athlete, he would have totally respected her wishes if she'd said to him, 'look, I get it, you're in peek physical condition, but I don't work out eight hours a day. Can you be a little more gentle?'"

"I know," Renee agreed. "I mean, I don't know him like you do, but Amy made it sound like he was attacking her or something."

"That's bullshit," May's jaw tightened and her fingers curled around her wine glass. "I mean, she might as well say he raped her. Why would you say that about someone?"

"She's a comedian," Renee said. "She likes shocking people and hey, making jokes about your ex ragdolling you is going to get some serious laughs with the right crowd."

"Yeah, in other words, all that matters is that people are laughing at what she says," May muttered darkly, "Who cares who you hurt, right?"

"Something like that," Renee agreed.

May shook her head again, the tiny beads clicking around her head. "I get that it could be funny if done correctly, but gesh, she had to point him out? I mean, she could have talked about 'a guy I once dated,' and let people speculate without singling someone out, but she deliberately mentioned his name. That's what's bothering me." She took another sip of the wine. "Poor Dolph." She shook her head yet again, then looked at Renee. "So, do we finish the bottle? or do you want to get back to Dean?"

"Maybe we should go," Renee said.

"I agree," May said, reaching for her purse.

Dolph wasn't staggering when he left Dean's room, but the hallway suddenly seemed a lot longer than it had before. He was on the other end, and the walk seemed to be taking longer than he thought it should.

Two doors down from his room, he paused. He was standing in front of the door to May's room, and he knew she was back. Renee had come back to Dean's room, and told him May had gone to her room. Renee had seemed very...happy when she came back, her cheeks flushed from the wine. Dolph wondered if May was in the same condition.

He stared at the door, debating if he should knock, telling himself he was just going to check and make sure she was okay, when the door opened and he saw May standing there, wearing, what looked like a pair of well-worn men's green, flannel pajamas. She didn't say a word, but grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room, shutting the door behind her.

"So, did you have a good time?" he asked her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" It was officially a question, but it came across sounding more like a demand.

"Tell you what?" he asked, noting that even though her sleepwear was obviously only meant for comfort, May somehow managed to make them look sexy as hell.

"About Amy," she said, her voice soft. She walked into the room and sat down on the queen sized bed.

"I figured you knew." his voice raised on the last word, making it sound like a question. He turned so he could still see her, but stayed in the same place, not sure what he should do.

"I knew you dated her," May said. "I knew you were still friendly with her. I didn't know what she was saying about you."

He shrugged and bit his lip, wondering if she was worried now, afraid that at some point, he'd just grab her and start- No, don't think that way! he ordered himself, She's not like that. "I didn't think it was important." The excuse sounded lame to his ears.

"I'm not buying that," May said, shaking her head.

"Nobody seems to be buying much of what I'm saying tonight," he admitted.

She shook he head. "Look, I think what Amy did was wrong and terrible," she said. "And I understand that you don't just get over something like that. But Dolph, I'm not Amy, you know? I'm May."

"Thank god," he said, still standing there, still not quite sure what he should do, wishing he hadn't drank so much.

"Look, I know you know way too much about my relationship with Seth," May said, sighing. "Alicia has a big mouth, and I've talked about it. The locker room is small. And I know I made some bad mistakes. But you know, I'm not as fragile as you think, physically or emotionally. Yeah, I felt emotionally battered after Seth, and I think I had the right to feel that way, but I don't feel that way anymore.

He kept his gaze on her. "I'm glad," he said. Part of him felt he should do something go over to her, sit down next to her, but he felt like his feet were frozen to the spot.

He didn't have to move though, because she rose from the bed and walked over to him. "Look, I know I was too forward with Seth, I should have slowed down and thought before I acted. And that did burn me. I swore when we broke up, I'd never do anything like that again. So, maybe I've been sending you the wrong signals." He opened his mouth to protest, but she raised a finger and put it on his lips. "Let me finish. I think I was waiting for you to take the big step, because I'm the one that propositioned Seth. And I think you were afraid to take the lead because you were wondering if I'd heard about Amy and you and if I'd be scared. Does that sound about right?"

He had wanted to speak before she put her finger on his lips, but now it was like he was struck dumb, so he merely nodded. Brilliant, his mind screamed. Just nod like an idiot.

"Look, Dolph, I don't care what went on between you and Amy. I don't believe her story about why the two of you broke up, that isn't you. I mean, I'm not saying that maybe the two of you didn't have enthusiastic sex a time or two... but every couple does that. What I don't believe is how she made it out to be so terrible she had to break up with you. I know you, Dolph. I know you wouldn't do that."

Again, he nodded.

"So, I have an idea," May said, "How about we stop worrying about who we dated and how they felt and what they did. How about if we just decide that I'm May, you're Dolph, and that we're free to do what we want." She drew in a deep breath. "Including asking you to spend the night...here...in my room. How does that sound?"

He still couldn't speak, but he nodded, then it occurred to him that in some situations, actions spoke better than words. He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her, she returned his embrace, her body melting into his.

While he thought she looked really cute in those silly pajamas she wore, later he would think that those pajamas looked best when hastily tossed to the floor.

The End