Oh hey! (waves) yes, I'm still alive. Southern Charm, and my girl JustCherry73's Drew Angels story (which if you haven't read yet...I suggest you do so, it's effing amazing!) have been taking up my time and I may or may not be cooking up another AJ Styles fan! Whoops! :D As usual, I don't know what I'd do without my girls JustCherry73, wwechristina and GoldenGirl1920! I love you all so much and I don't know what I would do without you ladies!

I don't own anyone affiliated with the WWE...I only own Lucy and the storyline.

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Randy POV

It's almost been two weeks since I've fucked Lucy and it's starting to drive me fucking insane. I've had to deal with Sheamus and it's taking everything in me not to snap and go batshit crazy on him. Especially if I have to keep listening to him talk.

I need to get the fuck outta here, away from Sheamus and to find Lucy. I've been beginning to notice and have a feeling that she's been avoiding me. It's already been over a week since she's had her time of the month; there is no way in hell she is still on it. I've also noticed that I haven't been hearing her disgusting and sickening squeals late at night. Is she avoiding Drew, too? It has me wondering what she's been up to.

Then I can't help and think about Leslie. Fucking bitch and Drew are the reason I haven't been able to have my beloved Lucy. After they almost caught us, Lucy has wanted nothing to do with me…and that is NOT okay. I need to fucking have her or I'll go mad. Drew has been so goddamn preoccupied with Leslie that I still could never get a moment with Lucy to myself. Every time I try and seek her out, she is nowhere to be found. Where the fuck is she going? She can't avoid me any longer. I will have her whatever the cost. I need my dick buried deep inside that tight pussy…and soon.

There is a meeting that dear Leslie has requested tonight, so at least that'll give me a chance to admire my sweet little innocent Lucia. She can't avoid me and there's nothing Drew can do about it. Maybe afterwards I can get her alone. Yeah, that's it. That's exactly what I'll do, I think to myself, a sadistic smile gracing my face. I mean…what can he do when he doesn't know I'm fucking his whore of a wife?

Lucy POV

Drew and Leslie are out on the horses again, so that gives me a chance to go and see Allen. My smile is wide as I make my trek down to the horses to see him. When I enter the stable, I find him walking out of Blazes stall. Allen has his hair tied back in a low bun, but some of his hair had fallen out of it and now sits in his face. He lets out a puff of air from his mouth to move the offending strands, but his effort is futile because they fall right back into his handsome face.

I giggle at the annoyed look on his face, but it turns into one of happiness when his beautiful blue eyes land on me. "You know, if you really want your hair out of your face, you could just do this…" I say, walking up to him and tuck his loose hairs behind his ears.

I grin up at Allen when he playfully narrows his eyes and purses his lips at my light teasing. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me flush against his solid body and presses a hard wet kiss to my lips. "You think that's funny, huh?" He replies and I nod my head, biting my lip.

"Maybe just a little bit," I say, wrapping my arms around Allen's neck, smiling innocently up at him, but I know he doesn't fall for it.

"Oh no. That look isn't gonna work on me. Not again, darlin'," he retorts, squeezing my hips as he pushes me up against the far side of the wall. Allen presses his body and hips into mine, playing with the few loose hairs that frame my face before placing his lips back onto mine. "I want you so bad. God, I want you so bad," Allen groans against my mouth before letting his lips trail down my jaw to my neck where he continues to shower my skin with licks, nips and kisses.

He's become more bold and forward with his affection towards me that its almost impossible to ignore now. So when he tells me this, I don't hesitate to try and take our caressing and fondling to the next level; hopefully further than that. I want this man just as badly as he wants me. It's been torture not being able to do with Allen what I want to and now that he's expressed his interest verbally, I jump at the chance to let it happen.

"Then have me, Allen. I'm yours," I whisper and gasp when he traces his tongue below my ear. I can feel him smirk against my skin when he feels my body shiver beneath his touch. "They'll be gone all day and Randy has been occupied with Sheamus. We have all the time in the world right now," I reassure Allen when he doesn't respond right away.

He pulls back slightly to look down into my brown eyes, looking for any sort of sign of holding back and I know he finds none. I can see the need and want in his eyes when he looks down at me, but I can also see the hesitation shining in them. "I promise Allen, what we do will stay here," I tell him quietly and I can see the look in his eyes shift; he's finally giving in. His desire to have me is too strong now and he knows I want him. That I need him. That I have to have him just as badly.

"Okay," Allen nods, "…alright, yeah," he whispers, then presses his lips harshly onto mine, claiming my mouth like he never has before. Oh my. His mouth. With the way he is kissing me, I know this wait will be worth every mind-blowing moment we are about to share. I've given him complete and full permission to do with me as he pleases and I somehow have a feeling he isn't going to hold back on his affections.

"You'll tell me if I do anythin' that makes you uncomfortable, alright?" Allen says and I silently nod my head as I try to catch my breath from the kiss we just shared. My chest rises and falls with every breath I take, that my breasts graze his chest with every movement. "Good. Cause that's the last thing I wanna do. You mean too much to me, Lucy and I'd never forgive myself if I did," he said quietly and I reach up with both hands to frame his face.

"I know you won't. I trust you, Allen…completely. Take me. I'm yours," I whisper, pressing my lips to his. He groans quietly into the kiss as he begins to untie the laces of my dress at an agonizingly slow pace. "Allen," I begin to whine his name, but he presses his lips to mine, silencing me.

"Shh. I'm gonna take my time with you. I want to savor every inch there is of you. And that takes time, darlin'," Allen rasps out before adding, "up top. In the loft…go," he orders me softly, but his tone commanding. I look up and over at the ladder that leads to the hay loft above before looking back over at Allen to find he hasn't taken his eyes off of me. "Go on, darlin'," he says, nodding his head in the direction of the loft once more.

Lifting my skirts, I carefully climb my way up and when I get to the landing and to my feet, my eyes roam the small space he's created for himself. "It's not much, but it's home for me. It's more than enough, but the nights do get cold," he tells me and I look up at him from over my shoulder with a sad look on my face. "It's alright, Lucy. I'd rather be cold with a place to stay where I know I'm safe, than to stay in a warm room where I don't know when my next beating will come," Allen continues to say.

My heart sinks in my chest at his words. When I turn around to face him, Allen pulls me into his arms and frames one side of my face. The smile on his face doesn't reach his eyes, but a subtle look of contentment can be found there. Leaning down, Allen captures my lips in a soft kiss that has my heart beating out of my chest.

"Oh Allen," I whisper quietly, my tone solemn, but he shakes his head and silences me with another kiss. The kiss becomes more urgent, that it has Allen shoving his tongue in my mouth, claiming it, ravishing it. I whimper a moan into his mouth, trying to meet the intensity of his kiss, but he immediately takes control of it, not giving me a chance.

Breaking the kiss, Allen brings one of his hands back up my body and finally completes his task of unlacing the corset of my dress. He frames the side of my face once more, pushing my chin up with his thumb and it leaves me no choice but to look up into his blazing blue eyes.

"You are so goddamn beautiful. I hope you know that, Lucy," Allen tells me before descending his lips back onto mine. Returning his kiss with a moan, I grab Allen's tunic and pull it out from his breeches, lifting it up from his body, wanting the offending piece of clothing off of him.

"And I hope you know how handsome you are," I breathe, gazing up into his eyes. Allen rips his tunic off his body and tosses it to the side, his hair coming completely out of its tie, letting his beautiful brown mane frame his face as it hangs over his shoulders. The sun coming through the window shines on him, making it look like he's wearing a halo with the way it hits him from behind. "My god, you are so gorgeous," I whisper, resting my hands on Allen's chest before running them up and around his neck, pulling him in for another heated kiss.

Allen breaks it and steps back so he is out of arms reach and walks closer to his makeshift bed. Panting, I look over at him with confused eyes. His are filled with lust and something else I can't label, "undress for me," he orders me quietly, his voice husky.

"What?" I pant out.

"I said I want you to undress for me, Lucy. I want to see that beautiful and sinful body of yours that I know is hiding underneath all of those clothes," he repeats and my heart rate begins to thump rapidly in my chest at his request. Who is this Allen and where has he been hiding? I don't question him because I already know I'd do anything for him. This request is no different.

Wasting no time, I pull the dress off of my shoulders and let it fall to the wooden ground at my feet. I can see the shift and color of Allen's eyes change as he watches me. It might also be the fact that the shift I chose to wear today is practically see-through. I watch Allen grab himself through his breeches at the sight of me and he moans quietly.

"I want you to touch me, Allen. Help me take this off," I tell him, seductively, closing the distance between us as I hold my hand out for him to take. He doesn't hesitate to take it and he pulls me to him, letting my body collide with his. "Touch me, Allen," I whisper and take his hand placing it over my breast. His hand closes over it and gently squeezes, pulling a quiet gasping moan from my lips. "God yes," I whisper, pushing my chest further into his hand.

"So soft," Allen whispers, resting his forehead against mine as he begins to massage my breast, pulling a whimper of his name from my lips. "Do you like that, darlin'? Does that feel good?" Allen asks, his voice husky and I nod my head. "Use your words, Lucy. I need to hear you say it, darlin'," he replies to my silent response.

"Yes. It feels amazing," I breathe, reaching in between our bodies and grab his hard member through his breeches and begin to gently rub him. Allen thrusts himself further into my hand with a groan.

"Shit…Lucy. So good. Oh god," he groans as he unties the string on my shift, pushing one of the straps off of my shoulder, letting a lone breast break free from behind the material. "So beautiful," Allen rasps out quietly and leans down to take my nipple into his mouth.

I cry out his name and hold his head to me, threading my fingers through his soft silky hair. My breathing becomes heavy as his mouth becomes more persistent on my breast. His tongue swirling around its peak before he begins to suckle harshly. I release a long quiet moan as Allen continues to ravish my nipple. Along the way, he managed to let my shift leave my body completely, pooling at our feet.

Suddenly, Allen backs away completely and I look up at him startled as to why he stopped. "Allen…" I breathe, watching him as he walks closer to his bed. He turns to look at me and the look in his eyes when he sees my naked form, has my arousal hitting me hard.

"Lucy. You–you look. My god, darlin', you're so beautiful…breathtaking, baby," Allen says quietly as he advances on me, pulling me into his strong arms. He presses a hard kiss to my lips before whispering against them, "lay down, baby and let me take care of you."

I press a kiss of my own to his lips before pulling him down with me onto his bed. I do as he asks of me and lay down, never once taking my eyes off of him. Allen's pupils dilate as he watches me and I wonder what it is that is going on in his head. The look in his eyes though and the way he looks at me makes me realize that the day I met him, I fell in love with Allen on that first day. Queen or not, I know he is what I have wanted my entire life and now that I have him…right here, wanting me in return, I know I can't lose him. I can't go another day without him in it.

"Allen, baby–are you okay? Allen," I call his name and he focuses back on me as I look up at him with concern when I realize his mind has gone elsewhere. Allen presses his face into my hand that is stroking his cheek and his eyes look like they are about to shed tears. "Are you okay, baby? You were a million miles away," I say softly, my eyes scanning his face.

"Yeah," he whispers, "yeah, I'm alright," he tells me.

Getting back to his feet, Allen undoes the tie on his breeches and lets them hit the ground before kicking them to the side. My eyes widen before they darken with lust as I take in his masculine form. He smirks gently down at me before getting back to his knees and hovers over my much smaller body. "You like what you see, darlin'? I saw that look in your eyes. No one has ever looked at me that way before," Allen said quietly, his face inches from mine as his hair creates a veil around us.

"No…" I breathe with a shake of my head and he looks down at me with confusion and hurt.

"W–wait…what?" He stutters out, going to pull away, probably thinking that this was a mistake; that he read me all wrong, but I don't allow him to. I reach up and wrap an arm around his back while the other frames his jawline.

"No. I don't like what I see. I LOVE what I see Allen. And not only that…I love you," I whisper, looking up into his eyes and they widen slightly as he registers what I had just told him.

"You…you what?" He breathes, I'm sure not believing what he's just heard.

"I love you, Allen Jones. I truly and deeply love you with all of my heart. Drew doesn't make me feel the way you do. He never has. I don't have with him what I have with you and I know my love for you is real, Allen. If I could…right now, I'd run away with you and never look back," I declare and all of a sudden the tears that framed his eyes, fall from them and down his cheeks.

Leaning down, Allen presses his lips to mine in a way he never has before, putting all of his feelings into it. "I love you, too, Lucia. I have since the day we met and nothing is ever going to change that," he rasps out, pressing his lips to mine once more.

"Shh, don't cry, baby. Just make love to me," I whisper against his lips. Reaching in between our bodies, I grab Allen's member and guide it to my wet and needy entrance. When I feel his head penetrate my hole, Allen slowly sheathes himself deep inside of my tight walls to the hilt. I gasp as my hold on him tightens, "Allen," I breathe and he leans up to look down at me.

"Are you…baby? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Allen asks, voicing his concern at how stiff my body had become. "Do you want me to stop?" He asks again when I don't respond right away and to this I shakes my head.

"No. Don't you dare. It's been almost 2 weeks since I've been intimate with Drew; I just needed to get accustomed to the feeling again. I want this. I want you," I breathe and lean up to press a kiss to his parted lips. "Please start moving. I need to feel you," I beg in a whisper as my lips graze his.

Obeying my quiet demand, Allen lowers his body closer to mine, leaving no space in between us and begins to slowly pull out before snapping his hips back into me. I release a quiet moan of his name and he seems to like my response because Allen begins to move, finding the perfect rhythm. Ohh, this is different than Drew was ever able to make me feel. My lids grow heavy with the euphoric feelings coursing through my veins.

"Lucy," he calls my name softly and I open my eyes, looking up at him. What I see there has my breath hitching in my throat. The look in his eyes is one I've never seen before. At least a look that's never been directed at me. Not even from Drew. "I want to see the look in your eyes as I make love to you, darlin'. I wanna see every emotion flit through those beautiful brown iris' I fell in love with the second my own landed on them," Allen rasps out, his eyes not once leaving mine.

I reach up and frame the side of his face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, "I fell in love with you the second you let me in and I don't regret a single thing we've done, since," I tell him as I look up into his eyes. Allen leans back down and captures my lips in a gentle kiss. Gripping my thigh, Allen raises my leg higher up his waist and thrusts his hips harder into mine, claiming me as his own, even if it's only for this moment in time. I want to be his for more than just today; I want to be his…always.

Allen tilts his hips and shifts the position of my pelvis slightly allowing his every inward thrust to penetrate me deeper than he did before. The new angle has me moaning deep in my throat and I throw my head back, exposing my throat and neck to Allen. The look on Allen's face as he watches me, has butterflies swarming wildly throughout my entire body, igniting it on fire.

"Lucy, look at me, darlin'," Allen pants out and intensifies the power of his thrusts. I look up at him in surprise at his sudden dominance. My reaction has Allen raising himself up onto his hands and he bends his knees, allowing the new angle he's created to penetrate me so much deeper than he was moments before. This new dominant side to Allen is something I could definitely get use to. I trust him, knowing that he'd never go too far and if he did, I know he'd stop immediately.

"Allen…baby. Allen…" I call his name, seeing that he was miles away and he refocuses back onto me, "…kiss me, please," I whisper, reaching up to frame the side of his face.

Leaning down, Allen captures my lips with his own, deepening it and I release a soft whimpering moan into his mouth. Allen drops down onto his forearms before he lowering his body back down on top of mine and he's being careful not to crush me. The fact that he is being so mindful makes my heart swell and love him even more. The skin on skin contact Allen created, pulls a satisfied sigh from me, loving the feeling of his bare skin on mine.

"God Lucy, you feel…incredible, baby," he grunts, thrusting harder into my tight heat. I let my walls constrict him and the look on his face is pure bliss.

"Don't stop, Allen. God please…don't stop," I cry out, tightening my hold on him and dig my nails into his back. Allen hisses at the act and presses his lips harder onto mine as he continue to pound relentlessly into me. My cries and moans encouraged him to go faster because I feel like I'm about to burst.

"Allen…harder, please. Fuck me, harder," I beg him breathlessly against his mouth, my eyes meeting his and they are filled with nothing but lust and love for the man above me.

He grants my request and begins to pound into me harder, drilling me further into his bed. I cry out Allen's name, tightening my hold on him as I try to keep myself grounded and anchored to him in every way possible.

"Lucy…darlin', I don't know how much longer I'm gonna last," Allen grunts quietly, "you feel so goddamn good, it's too much to take. I need you to let go for me, baby…please," he pleads of me and he isn't going to have to wait long because I'm just as close as he is.

"Me…me either. I'm close, Allen; just a little…oh gods!" I moan out loudly and Allen quiets me by slamming his lips onto mine, moaning into the kiss.

"Come on, Lucy. Come for me, baby. Come on," Allen groans out, leaning up slightly to look down at me, his hair falling over his face, but I can still see him perfectly. His thrusts becoming more urgent with every snap of his hips into mine he makes. Nodding my head, I focus on the feeling he's bringing me; the feel of his cock moving inside me, stretching me. Fitting within my walls like he was meant to be there.

"Allen," I whisper his name and he opens his eyes to look down at me and I can see in his that he's about release. "Come with me, my love," I breathe out and that's all it takes for Allen to explode as he releases hard, his semen coating my walls as I come just as hard around his girth.

Allen's thrusts become slow and shallow as he helps guide me down from my euphoric high, until he stops completely. Pulling out, Allen collapses on top of me from the exertion he'd created. I grunt from the sudden impact and Allen scrambles to get off of me, but I quickly wrap my arms around his frame, keeping him in place.

"Stay. You're alright, sweetheart. I love the feel of your weight on me. Besides, I feel safe when you surround me. I feel safe with you…period," I assure Allen and I feel his body go lax. He rests his head on my chest and I begin to slowly run my fingers through his long hair as I hold him close. "I love you, Allen," I whisper and I can feel his heart beat speed up at my admission. I smile, but I don't acknowledge that I've felt it.

"I love you, too, Lucy. So much, darlin'. So much," he replies just as quietly, tightening his hold on me. I press a kiss to the top of his head as we enjoy the serene and quiet moment between us.

We stay like this for a little bit longer, sharing small intimate caresses here and there. Kisses and sweet words until we both know that it's time for us to leave the temporary bubble we put ourselves into and return to reality, hoping that we'll be able to share a moment like this again.

Randy POV

I manage to break away from Sheamus, thank god because I was about to commit murder if I had to listen to him for one more minute. I make my way towards the one place I know I'll find Lucy. I will have her if it's the last thing I do. I don't care what she has to say. The bitch is mine and I'm gonna do with her as I please.

The stables are in sight, so I hurry my footsteps, wanting to get to Lucy as soon as possible. I need to be inside of her…and NOW. I quietly walk into the stalls, not really wanting to spook her. Doing that will lessen the chances of me getting to fuck the shit out of her like I should have been the past 2 weeks.

As soon as I round the corner though, I hear cries and moans coming from the hay loft above my head. Being as quiet as I possibly can be, I climb the ladder and poke my head up and what I see has my blood boiling. The rage that consumes me, deadly. That motherfucking piece of shit is screwing MY LUCIA! The way she moans his name makes me wanna vomit. She needs to be screaming my name…and I'll make sure she does. I see nothing but red and my body begins to shake violently. I'm going to fucking kill them! KILL THEM!

You know what? No. I'll get my revenge on these two little fucks. They'll be sorry…LUCY will be sorry for ever screwing that disgusting low life nobody. He'll be sorry for ever sticking his dick inside of the pussy that belongs to me.

I want to with everything in me, beat the living hell out of her stupid goddamn horse, but I can't give myself away and let those peasants figure out I'm here. That dumbass animal doesn't know how to be quiet. Poor excuse for a horse it is. Oh no. I'll find my revenge on those two if it's the last thing I do. Lucy isn't going to fuck another…man (vomit)…and get away with it. No one double crosses me and gets away with it. When the time is right, Randy. When the time is right.