Are y'all still there? I know it's been a minute and a half since I've last posted. My other stories have been calling my name. *Grins and shrugs sheepishly* Anyways! A shoutout to my girls JustCherry73, wwechristina and GoldenGirl1920 for your continued love and support! Also for JustCherry73's part in this story. It wouldn't be what it is without her!

I don't own anyone affiliated with the WWE...I only own Lucy and the storyline. JustCherry73 owns Leslie.

Enjoy!

Lucy POV

I can't get what Allen and I just did out of my head. The way he looks at me while I begin to re-braid my hair has me giggling. I turn away from him, not letting up on the smile that's made it's way onto my face. The way Allen just made me feel…was like something out of a fairytale. I've never felt so loved or wanted. The way he treated me. Touched me. Kissed me. The way he told me he loves me; it has butterflies swarming throughout my entire being.

I've never felt this way with Drew or Randy. Drew. My heart does feel heavy about what I've done to him, but he just doesn't make me feel the way Allen does. He wasn't meant for me the way Allen is.

Suddenly, strong arms wrap around me from behind and I grin with a giggle when I feel Allen's lips press against my neck. I quickly turn in his hold and frame his face, pressing my lips to his. The kiss is playful, but at the same time needy as I feel Allen tighten his hold on my waist, leaving no space in between our bodies.

"Allen…" I giggle breathlessly as our faces touch, allowing our noses and foreheads to graze one another. He recaptures my lips as his hand lowers to my ass and grabs a handful of it, pushing me into him.

"I love the way you say my name, darlin'. It makes me feel good, knowin' I can make you this happy," Allen says quietly and pulls back just enough to look into my eyes.

"You do make me happy, Allen. So much," I whisper the latter sentence. Allen reclaims my lips with his own, making it more urgent when he plunges his tongue into my mouth.

"I need you again, Lucy," he rasps out as he presses his groin against mine. As I open my mouth to respond to Allen's desire, we are broken out of our lust induced bubble when we hear the galloping of horse hooves grow louder.

I pull away and see the pain in Allen's eyes and face, knowing and hating there is nothing I can do about it. "I'm sorry. I love you," I whisper, pressing one last quick kiss to his parted lips before leaving the stables.

Leslie POV

I dismount Piper after the fastest ride of my life. I am panicked, shaking and ready to burst into tears. I can't believe that happened! I let Drew kiss me. Oh god, those lips are softer than I imagined! I let him touch me. Oh Christ! I can still feel his finger inside me! But more than that, I almost let him make love to me and I confessed that I want him. How could I be so fucking stupid? I can't take it back. It's out there now and goddamn it, I don't want to! It's the damn truth! I want him more than anything in this world and I almost had him! All of this pretending to give a damn about his farce of a fucking marriage with him was draining as hell to my soul and I'm through with that!

Speaking of (oh great, the last fucking person I need to see right now!), Lucy is running out of the stable, looking flushed and breathless herself. She must've just come from a ride, like I give a shit. She greets me, "Leslie! So happy to see you back…this early."

I nod, still disturbed by nearly fucking her husband into oblivion, and say, "Yes. I came back early due to the household meeting I called for this evening."

She looks worried about me and asks, "Leslie, are you alright? Oh Jesus, you're trembling! And your face looks like your very upset. What is wrong?"

Yes, Lucy. Something is wrong. I almost fucked the shit out of your husband and made him mine. But I need to catch your whoring ass before I can do that. But otherwise, I'm just great! Thanks! I wave my hand and reassure her, "I promise you I'm fine. I'm just out of breath from my ride. But actually…" I look at Piper's hind parts and yell, "Allen! Please come here!"

Allen comes from the stables. He is shirtless and sweaty. I'm eyeing him and Lucy exchanging strange looks at each other. Did I interrupt something? He comes to me and says, "Yes, Miss Leslie. Can I attend to your horse?

I say, "Yes, but there are fresh marks on her again. These look terrible with open wounds and they started bleeding on the ride back. Have you been able to find the cause of these?"

He shakes his head, "No ma'am. I've kept my eye out, but I've seen nothing. I had to treat Lucy's horse earlier as well. I'll get the homemade balm you made for me and help her now."

I pet Piper on the lovingly head and, yet again notice Allen and Lucy exchanging glances at each other. But then, Allen drops his head, turns around and leads the horse into the stables as Drew rides up and dismounts. His eyes go directly to mine, and I am completely lost in my love for him and I am frozen to the spot. He doesn't even notice Lucy is standing next to me, giving me a longing look and mouthing, "My Sweet."

But my heart plummets and shatters when Lucy runs to him and shouts, "Drew! Darling!" She throws her arms around him and kisses him, and I have to reign in my sobs, but I'm sure my heartbreak is evident on my face. After what we just shared, after the confessions of wanting each other, and after nearly finally making love to me, he's still in love with this cheating piece of shit. I can't hate myself any more than I do right now! I have to get out of here so I can cry my eyes out and get it out of my system before I have to face them both again at the meeting!

Drew POV

What the hell is this? Why is Lucy kissing me? After these last two weeks of showing zero affection, she ran to me like she missed me. But this kiss…its cold and unfeeling. And it feels forced as hell. It's nothing like the heaven I had on my lips earlier kissing my Sweet. I'm trying to play it off like I want this half-hearted bullshit, but I don't.

I noticed Allen poking his head out from the stables and taking my horse from me. He's giving me a weird look. Not sure what that's about. But then I look at the pain etched on the most beautiful face in the world and I am compelled to break this farce of a kiss. I want to run to Leslie and take her in my arms, but she quickly gathers her skirt in her hands and says in a quivering voice, "Excuse me, but I need to get freshened up before the meeting."

Lucy notices Leslie's hasty exit and asks, "Drew, is everything is OK with Leslie? She looked very distressed when she arrived."

I give a slight smile and reassure her, "Everything is fine as far as I know, Lucy. Let's go to the hall and wait for her to start the the meeting."

I'm sure my response came across as frigid as the kiss she just laid on me, but right at this moment, I really don't care. As I put my arm around her to lead her to the door, I am beyond troubled. If I pushed my Sweet away, either with my actions earlier or with Lucy's strange cold fish kiss, I will never forgive myself.

Allen POV

I quickly take King McIntyre's horse from him, but not before giving him a strange look. The one on his face is anything but happy and the way he greeted and was looking at Lucy doesn't sit well with me. It hurt to see Lucy's arms wrapped around him, but her body language definitely spoke differently than the way she greeted him herself.

I slink back into the stables and into Blackjack's stall, closing the gate behind me. As I remove his saddle to brush his hair out, I notice there are marks on Blackjack's hind quarters just like on Piper and Blaze. My brows furrow at seeing the marks on him. Where in the hell are they coming from?

As I tend to Blackjacks' wounds, my mind wanders back to Drew and his lack of enthusiasm at seeing Lucy. Not only that, I did notice how Leslie was distraught about when Lucy ran up to Drew and kissed him. Yeah, of course I didn't like that, but they are married so I can't do anything about it. All I can do is love Lucy, be with her and treat her the way she wants and deserves to be treated. Because I can clearly see that even though she is holding her affection towards him, he acts like she doesn't even exist.

I don't know what it is, but I have a strong feeling that something is going on between Drew and Leslie. They spend way too much time together and when they come back they are always a little too happy and looking at each other like nothing else around them exists. At least when I'm with Lucy and show my affection towards her, I make sure no one is around to witness it. I don't know if they think I'm just plain stupid just because of my status and what I do or if they are just that caught up in each other that they are completely oblivious to everything around them.

I know it's not my business, but I'm going to be keeping my eyes and ears open with them. I'll keep what I see to myself, but I'm also not going to let them get away with it unscathed. The only reason I acted on my feelings for Lucy today is because of seeing what I've seen and knowing what I know. I wouldn't have done it otherwise…no matter how badly I wanted to. I'm going to keep letting them live in their little blissful world while I continue to make Lucy happy because it seems like I'm the only one who does.

Leslie POV

Everyone is gathered in the banquet hall, including Sheamus and our court. I see that damn scoundrel, Ridge Holland, leering and ogling at me. Ugh! I can tell he's already drunk to the brim as well. Ridge defected from the British Army to Ireland and joined Sheamus' court about five years ago. We do have a history. I once nearly gave into his charms, if you want to call them that.

He caught me in a very vulnerable moment right after my father died and talked his way under my skirt to eat me out. I won't lie, he's not too bad. Pretty good, actually. I returned the favor by giving him the best blowjob he's ever had. But it was a huge mistake I regret immensely. That was two years ago and he has been on me wanting even more since. Tough shit!

But more than that, I feel those beautiful blue eyes of my true love trained on me. He may not know how deeply I have always loved him, but he now knows now that I want him. After what we just shared, that kiss, that touch! Seeing him kiss that fucking lying bitch gutted me! It was all I could do to not just confront her in that moment. It was all could do not to burst into tears too. I still feel like doing just that.

I sense the longing in Drew's gaze, but I can't afford to acknowledge it or react like I want to. To settle myself down, I get down to business and let everyone know that it's King Sheamus' birthday tomorrow and we are to throw him one hell of a party tomorrow night! Sheamus waves his hands as everyone claps, "Lass, no! That's not necessary!

I interject, "Yes, it is! We always throw a huge bash for you at Castle O'Shaunessy every year on your birthday and this will be no different. Unless King McIntyre has any objections." I look at him then and his eyes almost betray us both. His lust and yearning feel like fire on my skin, branding me as his forever. I struggle not to cry as we look at each other, knowing what happened between us earlier today.

However, to save us both, Drew quickly switches back to his normal self and says "None at all. What's your age now, you old bastard? I believe when we first met, I was nineteen and you were forty-seven."

The gang except Randy (joyless shit!) laugh at this joke. Of course, he's ogling at Lucy. Even after trying to drug and rape me! Bastard! Sheamus shakes his fist, "I swear one day, McIntyre…"

Lucy offers up with a huge smile on her cheating face and practically squeals, "Leslie, if it's alright with you, I'd love to spend the day with you getting ready for the party! Would that be OK with you?"

I'd rather crawl naked over glass and fire than be in your presence, bitch! I respond, "Sure! That would be wonderful. We'll meet here in the hall tomorrow morning. OK everyone, go! Don't you have jobs to do? Scoot!" I wrap up the meeting, talking to Otis, giving him a list of Sheamus' favorite meals and instructing him to make sure mead and wine is fully stocked. Christ knows I'm going to need an ample supply for myself tomorrow!

I feel Drew's presence speeding up to talk to me and I brace myself, hoping I don't jump in his arms in front of everyone. But before he can get to me, Ridge blocks him and stumbles in front of me. Damn, I can smell how drunk he is! He slurs his words and speaks loud enough that I'm pretty sure Drew has heard him unfortunately, "Leslie, my wanton sex goddess! Fuck, you get more erotic every day. When are you gonna let me dip into that honeypot you got down there between those fucking sexy thighs?"

I am flushed and embarrassed, especially after seeing Drew's face, which has gone from stricken to homicidal rage in no time at all. I have to get out of here! I see Randy sauntering out of the hall and I need to ask him a legitimate question. I push Ridge out of my way, "Go sleep it off, Holland! Sot!" I break into a run to catch up with Randy as Ridge stumbles out of the other door, both of us leaving Drew to seethe in what looks like jealous anger.

Drew POV

I am quietly following that motherfucker Ridge down the corridors of the castle. I heard what that son of a bitch said! Something definitely went on between him and Leslie and I will goddamn find out what the fuck it was! I have this horrible sinking feeling he has touched my Sweet in some way! Yes, I know I'm being a goddamn hypocrite as I have been no pious angel the whole time we've been apart. But that fact is doing nothing to calm the blind rage I am experiencing as I think about that slimy git putting his disgusting hands and dick anywhere near my girl!

I had pilfered Sheamus' shillelagh from the banquet hall and I am holding it tight in my right hand. I'm waiting for the right time to strike when I hear Ridge mumble out in his drunken stupor, "Oh my dear fuckable Leslie. I will spread those fucking legs and finally bury my cock inside you, honey. It's only a matter of time. I can't wait to finally fuck you raw, princess! I already know how hot your mouth feels…"

I don't let that fuck finish that sickening sentence. I rush up behind and swing the shillelagh, the knob end striking that fuck on the back of the head. Goddamn, that felt good! I hope I cracked his fucking skull open! I bend down and whisper to him as he's laid out cold on his stomach on the stone hallway floor, "You limey motherfucker! If you so much as even think about touching or looking at Leslie again, I'll chop your fucking balls off with my Claymore." I call for my two favorite guards, Gunther and Gallows. I order them, "Guys, please come pick up Mr. Holland and put him in his bed. He just fell over. Too much mead, I fear."

Leslie POV

I finally catch up with Randy and call out to him, praying that he really doesn't remember a thing about the night before, "Randal Keith. Just the lover boy I'm looking for!" I cannot resist a good dig at him, even after that recent heated exchange.

Randy looks like he's in no mood for conversation (Aw, are you not getting some from your whore? Poor little scumbag!). He impatiently turns arounds, "Leslie, I don't have time or patience for your bullshit digs at me. Do you have a purpose for this waste of my time?"

Oh, did I hit a nerve? GOOD! I hold my hands ups, "You know, you used to be able to take my jokes once. I thought we were best friends too. You don't have to bite my damn head off every time I talk to you, you know." I'll never be friends with you again after what you two have done to Drew. Bastard!

Randy rakes his hand through his short brown hair, "Sorry. I'm…really sorry. I just…I have a lot on my mind." I'm sure you do! "Forgive me?" NEVER!

I play it off coolly, "It's fine. I just have a quick question. Sheamus is looking for certain battle armor Scotland used in the last skirmish with the Welsh. I remember from before I left Scotland the old battlement tower used to have a surplus of this. Are there any pieces still up there?"

He shakes his head, "No. We cleared everything out of the tower except the catapult a while back." I see Randy's expression change from his normal constipation to devious bastard. He glances up at the tower, then rolls his eyes over to gawk at his trollop. Then, he smirks, "Sorry I couldn't be more of help." He dares to kiss me in the top of my head. Gross, you fucking pig!

But before he leaves, he turns around, eyes me inquisitively and asks, "Leslie, you don't happen to remember anything from last night, do you? I can't recall anything after dinner."

I smirk, "If you're asking me if I know why you wound up stark naked in the hallway? The handmaidens do talk, you know. No, I don't. You had said you wanted to get a drink, but then you told me you weren't feeling well and walked out of the banquet hall. That's all I witnessed. Sorry I couldn't help you." He nods, dares to wink at me, and rushes off.

Randy POV

Well, thank you Leslie! You and your smart ass mouth just gave me the best idea ever! As I look up at the battlement tower, I can't help but internally pat myself on the back. This plan is a stroke of genius, if I do have to say so myself. It's perfect! Tomorrow during that Irish twat's birthday party, when the time is right, I'll steal Lucy away and fuck her in the tower! And if she won't go with me willingly, I'll make sure she knows what I saw her doing today.

I'll hold that little stable boy fuck over her head and threaten to tell Drew all about it. And if that doesn't work… Well, it will if she knows what's good for her and Allen's health. I need her pussy so goddamn bad! I can't take it anymore! That little whore has denied me for too goddamn long! I can't wait to pound that sweet shit! I will going to tear her up so bad, she'll never lay in McIntyre's bed again or want her little stable boy fuck toy! Bitch, you will be mine forever after tomorrow night or…I'll make sure you end up like poor Jenny.

Leslie POV

Oh, Randal. So predictable. And so fucking stupid! I run back to my chamber and shut the door, thanking the gods that I didn't run into Drew on the way. I am not prepared to resist him at this point. I brace my back against the door. This is it! It's happening tomorrow. I saw that dumb prick's face and beady eyes, and I know what that dense little mind is thinking. Give those two twats enough ropes and they'll hang themselves!

He's going to take Lucy up to the old tower tomorrow during the party. I know how his vapid, sleazy, nasty mind works. I'll keep a watch on them. And when I see the two of them head to the tower, I'll get Drew up there even if I have to drag him by his silky black hair! This affair and farce of a marriage ends tomorrow night!

I look in mirror as I undress and get ready for bed. I inhale and exhale loudly and I silently pray: Please forgive me if what you see tomorrow night breaks your heart, Drew. But I love you way too much to let this shit continue behind your back. If there is a God up there, please give me the strength to do this. For my native kingdom and for the man I love. For Scotland and Drew, those bitches go down tomorrow!