Sorry, it took a hot minute, but I've been working diligently.
I have to say, I'm still a little crushed at the demise of Reves and Scott, but things are like that sometimes and well, ultimately they were never the endgame at any rate.
I know you've been waiting, so this (along with the next) is 100% a Heavin chapter. (Haha, yes my cheesy little ship name for them.)
Thank you once again to Morrowsong and Idcam for the reviews.
Nash sat in the corner of the bar nursing his third beer. In his current state, he felt like guzzling down about three gallons, but as he was all alone, he assumed getting shitfaced wasn't the most intelligent avenue. He was worried about Scott. Starting back at WrestleMania he had been gradually getting worse, day by day. Kevin had tried to ignore it. Call him selfish, but he didn't want Scott getting sacked and more than that, he knew Scott didn't want that. While he had plenty of good friends in the business, wrestling just wasn't fun without his best buddies. At the moment Scott and Kid were the only ones he had. With Kid still mad at him and Scott on the verge of going off the deep end, he felt he had every excuse to drown his mood in alcohol.
Kevin shook his head. That was a little too ironic, was it not? Indulging in the very thing that was about to do his best friend in? The difference was, despite his balls-to-the-wall party approach, he could stop when the time came. Scott on the other hand, could not. This whole gig of looking out for everyone was becoming quite cumbersome.
The big man's eyes roamed the vicinity until his gaze fell on the bleach blonde hair of a woman sitting on a stool at the bar. He could identify her from a mile away. Not to mention, from what he could see, it looked as if she was wearing a black leather skirt and a red tank top. She always wore red when she was out on the prowl. He rolled his eyes at the thought, but continued watching her. She turned her head with a scoff, rejecting the poor no-name fool that had dared to approach her. Priggishly, she picked up her Dry Martini with a crimson manicured hand and sipped it.
Kevin released an exasperated groan. Wasn't the definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result? He wondered this as he got up from his table and sauntered over, turning on that Big Sexy swagger the same way one would flip on a light switch.
Unfortunately, Scarlett was as equally unimpressed with Nash as she was the previous man who had advanced on her. "Oh God," she said rolling her grey eyes once they fell upon him. "Send the other idiot back here," she jeered as if she knew Nash had been observing her for a while. "What the hell do you want?"
Nash stopped short for a moment. It was evident that she was still pissed about their last encounter. Despite this recognition, his haughty demeanor never faltered. "I merely noticed that you looked a little lonely over here. I thought you could use some company," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone as he sat down beside her without asking or being invited.
"From the likes of you? No thanks," Scarlett snorted.
Women. They were always holding a damn grudge over one thing or another. "Shit. You know how to reject a guy when you want to, don't you? That's cold. Guess I'll go away with my tail between my legs like that pathetic bastard you just snubbed," Nash said as he feigned a wounded expression and got up from the barstool and began to walk away.
"Well, why shouldn't I?" she inquired promptly. Her voice betrayed a hint of urgency, despite its snarky tone.
Nash turned back towards her, looking puzzled. In many ways, he wasn't proud of how easy this was, but Scarlett was a grown woman and she was perfectly capable of making her own decisions. If she truly wanted him to go away, he would without any further comment, but he knew Scarlett well enough to know that she wasn't like that. She was always offering herself up to please and she was usually all too eager to do so. "No reason, really. Like I said, I thought you might like the company," he said coolly as he sat back down.
His hazel eyes fixed on her in a smoldering gaze and she cursed him (along with herself) as she felt moisture forming inside her panties.
Heather emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam. Her baggy nightclothes were sticking to her due to the dampness in the air that had been trapped in the bathroom with her. It was bothersome, but she was much too self-conscious to even dress in the presence of her sister at times. She halted almost immediately as she stepped into the main room. It was apparent she had nothing to fear on the part of modesty, as her sister was altogether absent from the space. She could only deduce that she had ventured off with none other than The Bad Guy. Heather was grossly perplexed by her sister's deeds for it was beginning to appear that they were not equal to her words.
Expelling a sigh of discontentment, Heather eased herself down on the bed. Reves had assured her that she was going to stay within the confines of their room as they were to watch some films together. Grabbing her rarely used cell phone (although truth be told, she did use it a great deal more since she had met Jeremiah.) and dialed her sister's number. There was no answer, as Heather much suspected. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She supposed that they never would be what they once were. It seemed that she always prayed beyond hope for such an outcome to occur.
Heather switched on one of the movies on an HBO channel that they were to watch. She sat on the bed and parted her damp hair down the center of her head, creating two equal halves, she thought about how lonely she had discovered life on the road to be after the absence of Jeremiah. In truth, it had always been that way, but it wasn't until losing her friend in the day-to-day – however, short their joining may have been – that she found she was overcome by the many hours she often spent in solitude.
Heather thought on this subject as she divided the left side of her hair into further sections and began braiding it down the side. Trying to concentrate on the movie, she followed suit with the other portion until she had two braided pigtails hanging off either side of her head. Glancing in the mirror, her lips pulled subtly into a weak grin as she surveyed her handiwork. She rarely ever styled her hair in any such manner beyond paying very little mind to it and letting it hang free.
Once Heather had finished admiring her hair, the grin quickly faded away. What did she care of the manner in which her hair appeared? It was all tremendously shallow. At any rate, it was merely a distraction for the matter which was currently plaguing her, and that was the isolation she was experiencing at this time. Heather wondered momentarily when Reves would return and rebuke herself for her own folly.
Her thoughts wandered to Kevin and whether perhaps he would have some inkling as to where Reves and Scott were at this time – that is, if he were even occupying his room himself. A curious sort of aching came to her chest once she considered him. She could not help but reflect that he had given her little acknowledgment during these prior weeks and she questioned if she had inadvertently offended him in her actions or words. She did not believe she had, but social protocols had never been a strong suit of hers. If by chance she had, it was certainly not intended on her behalf. Heather realized she felt ridiculous for mourning the attentions of such a man like him. She who was nothing more than a puerile nuisance believed with a bizarre justification that she deserved this man's admiration.
Heather released a steady sigh as she toyed with one of the ends of her braids, contemplating what she should do next.
Kevin pulled away from Scarlett's lips with rasping breaths. They weren't even half-naked at this point, but he needed to slow his roll a little. It wasn't that Scarlett was someone to be overly attentive and deliberate with, but it had been several weeks since he had fucked anything but his hand. The realization astounded him for a moment. He was not above a "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" type encounter, but Scarlett loved to run that cocksucker of hers and she would surely yack at anyone who would listen about how Nash was a "minute man" if he came too soon. Not that he gave a fuck what she said. He just didn't want to take the ribbing from the boys.
"Damn, I knew you were a good lay, but I didn't know you had that kind of passion in you," Scarlett said panting, and for the first time, Nash seemed to look upon her as a real woman and not just a collection of orifices to be utilized for his pleasure. He hadn't known he was kissing her in such a manner, if he was. He had been feeling distracted and was trying not to focus on her.
With a feeling of listlessness, Heather switched off the television and slid off the bed, meandering towards the door. She positioned a scrap of paper inside the door jamb to prevent the locking mechanism from engaging. She didn't fancy being locked from the room once again. Moreover, something told her that she would not be as fortunate this time.
Wandering aimlessly for a moment, Heather passed a couple who gave her a furtive glance as they made their way towards the elevators. She hugged her arms around her slender frame, feeling self-conscious as she questioned why she had resolved to leave the room in her oversized tee-shirt and baggy sweats. A better quandary would be why she had left the room at all and when was she going to turn back? She continued to amble down the carpeted hallway with no destination in mind. It was pleasant to have a stroll to clear one's mind. That is what she attempted to convince herself of, at any rate. Besides, walking outdoors at this time of night would be quite dangerous indeed.
She stopped short of room 127. The door was on the opposite side of the hall and several rooms away from her own, but she remembered seeing Kevin as he was checking in the previous night and as they headed to the arena for the house show earlier that day. She stood there rocking back and forth on her heels in her usual manner. At the moment she was standing directly in front of room 125 as all the odd numbered rooms were to the left. She knew she should turn back. She didn't turn back, however. In fact, her feet seemed to act contrary to how she wished them to.
Heather blinked and she was staring at the gold-plated numbers 127. Why on Earth was she here? What did she hope to gain from such an imprudent endeavor? It was quite simple, was it not? She was merely inquiring after her sister, and with the closeness of their bond, it would stand to reason that Kevin was privy to his friend's whereabouts. Which would, in turn, reveal her sister's location. If only her rationalization was a sound as she desired it to be. How would she utilize this information anyway? She was certainly not going to be pursuing her sister all over the city.
Heather's hand was shaking as she raised it. She held it there for a couple moments, then rapped pitifully on the thick metal door. It was improbable that he would hear that on the other side. She had scarcely heard more than the soft tap from her knuckles. On the other hand, her heart was hammering inside her ear so greatly, it was a wonder she could decipher any sounds at all. This was preposterous. Hadn't he had to suffer her gawking expression enough as it were? They had seen one another nearly every day now.
Heather dropped her hand to her side; her courage dissolved. She noted something peculiar and her gaze drifted to the door handle as she observed that it was not shut properly. It must be stuck or something else had prevented it from shutting completely. As a result, the door had not locked either.
Her hand was quaking even greater this time as she placed it on the cold metal and after hesitating a moment, cracked the door a fraction of an inch. "K-Kev?" Her voice was an inaudible croak. A muffled reverberation caught her ear as it floated through the sliver of an opening. A low humming, which clearly belonged to the blonde man was responded to by the higher pitch of another. Female? The thought clenched her stomach as the pace of her heartbeat quickened to an unfathomable speed. She should not be here. It had been indiscreet of her to venture to his room, to begin with. How could she have been so ignorant?
Another stifled noise came from inside and although she chastised herself, Heather felt her curiosity overtaking her logic. She pushed the door open by another centimeter, perhaps less, and called out in her meek whispering voice once again. There was no response, not one that was meant for her, that is. Before she could comprehend her actions, she wedged a portion of her slender frame between the slight gap in the doorway. The door creaked as she did so, but she took no notice of it as the display of the two undulating figures before her sent a shockwave through her.
The screeching sound from the door caught Nash's ears and he ripped his mouth from Scarlett's. "Who the fuck? Get the fuck out! Can't you see I'm busy here?" the giant roared as his massive upper body whipped around, his face a raging scowl.
When his glare fell on the intruder however, he felt his heart stop as the rage instantly left him. His hazel eyes locked with a pair of emeralds that were staring back at him in mortification, panic, and perhaps even a hint of revulsion from behind those black framed glasses. "Little One?" he rasped, just as astounded to see her standing there as she obviously was to find him in this compromising position. He recalled the last instant that she had interrupted him in the course of fucking. Only this wasn't an illusion created by his mind's eye. She was standing there, in the flesh with a devastated expression vitiating her lovely countenance.
Heather's heartbeat was rattling her chest and her stomach knotted tighter as she could feel the stinging of the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She felt her body tremble as she was suddenly simultaneously cold and hot for reasons unbeknownst to her. Yes, what a great, bumbling idiot she was. Something akin to a squeak tore from her throat before she blurted out, "I'm…I'm s-s-sorry!" and dashed from the room.
Kevin watched her sprint away and not another moment passed before he jumped up from the bed calling after her, "Little One! No. Shit!" Kevin gritted his teeth as he zipped and buttoned his jeans. They hadn't even gotten much farther than that as they were both still half dressed. Not giving Scarlett a second thought he burst from the room, resolved to track the young girl down.
Heather came to a halt once she had run to a dead end with nowhere else to go, save out the emergency exit. In all of her irrational haste to quit the scene, she bound down the hall in the opposite direction of her room. Turning back, she froze once more. There was the behemoth rushing towards her and she felt a crippling terror surge through her entire being. He had been so irate when he had bellowed at her to go away. Startled, she stepped backward, pressing herself into the corner. "I'm s-sorry! I'm so sorry! I, I d-didn't…" her voice cracked and trailed off.
Upon seeing how alarmed she was, Kevin stilled several feet away. Her eyes were red and tears streaked her flushed cheeks. A frown marred his handsome features as he gazed down at her in that anguished state. Taking a step forward, he began cautiously approaching her as if she were a wounded animal trapped in a vicious snare. "What's the matter, Little One? Everybody left you all alone again?" Including me. Goddamn it. He derided himself. As he spoke to her, his voice was hushed and gentle, not booming and harsh.
Looking away, Heather found she couldn't speak as her throat suddenly felt too hoarse to do so. She only produced a faint mewling sound as she nodded her head. Once he closed the gap between them, she felt compelled to peer up at him as his gargantuan hand engulfed her own. She felt tiny sparks on her skin that seemed to crackle all the way up to her chest.
"Little One, I'm sorry." His other hand came up under her chin, ensuring that she couldn't turn her gaze from him. Heather shuttered and Kevin noticed her lower lip tremble as she sniffed. "I'm not upset with you in any way. I-"
"What the fuck, Nash!" They were interrupted by the furious, half-naked woman who was charging towards them as they turned to stare at her.
Heather examined her ample bosom, jiggling in a most absurd manner as it threatened to spill from the bright red push-up bra that she wore. Her black leather mini skirt was hiked up around her hips, revealing her matching red panties. Heather should have been relatively accustomed to such a sight, but she couldn't help but reason that it wouldn't do any harm for the woman to have a shred of dignity and at least dress herself before she came barreling out into a public vicinity.
"I said, what the fuck is going on?" Scarlett stamped her foot and shouted as if he hadn't heard her. She stopped in front of them and looked Heather up and down with the most hateful sneer twisting her face. "Who's this snot-nosed little shit?" the blonde woman demanded with her hands on her hips.
I might ask you something to that effect, the young girl may have stated had she not been so thoroughly shaken by these events. Heather did not know who this woman was, but she knew exactly what type of woman she was. Heather took in her bleach blonde hair, false eyelashes that seemed to touch her eyebrows, ruby red lips and the disturbingly orangish tint of her complexion.
Kevin glared down at Scarlett through narrowed eyes. How dare she stand there calling his Little One names when she was out here stomping her feet and throwing a tantrum like a whiny cunt. Well, he did drop her like a bad habit, leaving her high and dry and ran after this random girl without offering her any explanation.
It was apparent to Kevin that he had reached an impasse, as he had two separate women, as different as night and day staring up at him expectantly. Sometimes, it never ceased to amaze him how he found himself in these types of situations. Situations that had seemed to increase in frequency and outlandishness since the day he met the young, raven-haired girl.
Kevin looked back and forth between the two females; Scarlett glowering at him and Heather peering up in her usual timid, doe-eyed manner. He could just go back to his room and get his dick wet while he took out his frustrations of every kind on the blonde woman, or he could tend to the young girl. His gaze flickered between them once more but stayed fixed on the delicate creature with the violet-ebony hair. Was there even any question? No doubt, he would choose her every time.
Another night of blue balls, all of his own doing. He could almost laugh at himself. Perhaps he should shave his head, move to Tibet, and become a fucking monk? No matter, he didn't think he would be able to perform even if he wanted to. He was now limper than Liberace at a titty bar.
"I'm sorry. I don't think this is going to work out tonight," he told Scarlett with as much sincerity as he could muster.
Her face contorted with the same furious snarl she had bestowed upon him at the end of their previous encounter. Although he was half expecting it, the force with which she clouted him when she reached up and slapped the taste out of his mouth was almost staggering.
Heather gasped as her eyes widened and she stared incredulously as the woman struck him with indignant fury. After her walloping, Scarlett proceeded to berate him with every name and insult in the book. Heather had never heard such foul speech coming from a woman's mouth. Even Reves didn't utter some of the debaucheries she was spewing. Heather stood there flabbergasted as the other woman verbally brutalized the goliath.
Nash rubbed his cheek as he glowered down at the crass woman. He vibrated with rage as he struggled to keep his composure. He just wanted her gone, out of his sight before he did something he was going to regret. "Just get out of here," he growled as he was staring daggers down at her.
"Fuck you, Nash! You were always a lame fuck anyway, Big Lazy. Just remember you came crawling to me. You'll never fuck another pussy this good!" The scorned woman continued shouting all manner of obscenities as she went back to the room and collected her belongings. Kevin and Heather remained fixed in the hall as they watched her until she was out of sight.
Psycho bitch, Nash thought once she was finally gone. He looked down at the timid girl who was trembling with shock as silent tears slipped down her cheeks. "Come on, Little One. You look like you need to sit down a minute," he coaxed her softly as he placed a large hand on her back and guided her to his room so they could both decompress.
There was more to this chapter, but it had reached a word count of over 6,000, therefore I had to split it up. Next chapter is written, just needs editing. I hope you enjoyed this and be on the lookout for the conclusion to this little happening within the next few days.