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Whoops, I meant to clean out junk from the ask and deleted everything.

My bad.

Feel free to request though.

Mind you I only write rasslin people related fic.

I really need to update this place.

I want to write but I have no ideas :/

When are you going to post more? I like your fics

I'm going to finally stop being lazy after the holiday

Anon #2 I'll work on that request as well

:/ Sorry I've been so MIA about these fics.

I'm sorry.

OOC: :/ I do what I want. Part: 1 of 1

A fight, a stupid fight because he’d been insecure and acted like an asshole. What had started off as teasing had turned into a challenge over who would break first. Two days later they were both agitated and snappy and he’d allowed a small voice inside his head to grow louder and louder until it slammed around inside his head making him feel pissy. That stupid voice had blocked out the important information that he should have remembered. So instead of keeping that in mind and just talking to her he’d been a sullen asshole and the fight had escalated.

“Fuck off, just fuck off.” So he had, for once he did as she asked instead of ignoring it demands and all but forcing her to be around him when upset. When he would normally snap his phone closed, walk into the hotel room and pull her against him he stayed away. When he would usually stand there and take her violence he instead kept his distance choosing instead to spend the night out giving her what she asked for when she rarely asked for anything. He fucked off for a few hours. He woke up with a headache and a hangover that would last him well into the afternoon. Rubbing at his face he groggily felt around in his pockets for his phone while taking in his surroundings, the hotel bar. He sighed because it wasn’t the best place to wake up and flipped open his phone to check the time. What he saw made him smile, even through his hangover. Catalina White: 2:30am wadeee i know you wont read this till later or whatever but please never leave ok even tho im about to like murder you ok love you bye She’d sent it four hours ago, not long after they’d fought and she’d assumed he’d do what he always did, show up. Standing up he stretched out his limbs before moving towards the elevator and soon found himself standing outside the hotel room door. The corner of his mouth twitched as he suppressed a smirk and debated the chances of her launching something at him the second he walked into the room. Pushing the door open he pause for a second before stepping in. “Try not to break my nose this time Catalina.” He was met with silence. Moving farther into the room he expected to find her on the bed, glaring at a wall, and ignoring him. It was her second favorite thing to do with annoyed with him but as he stopped at the edge of the bed she wasn’t there either. He felt something prodding at him, but he couldn’t quite figure out what it was. Letting his eyes move over the room he took notice of all her things still being there and frowned. “Catalina?” That’s when he heard it the faint sound of water and let out a relieved breath, she hadn’t given up on him. She hadn’t left him. Moving towards the bathroom door he went to open it only to find it locked. He should have expected that she had a hell of a temper. “Catalina, open the door.” He was once again met with silence, frowning at the door he knocked on it lightly. “Catalina, you’re being ridiculous.” He was yet again met with silence and that feeling that had been creeping up on him slammed into him with the force of a run away train. As he stood staring at the door snippets of conversations they’d had in the past slapped at him. I can’t throw it and I.. I’m being stupid and weak right now… I only cut when I’m sad, when I feel myself rotting from the inside out.. I’ll stop hurting myself… If I can, okay? Panic started to set in and he shook the door. “Catalina….Catalina open the fucking door.” Why am I so fucked up, Wade? Why can’t I just be normal for you “Open the fucking door before I break it down Catalina.” He pressed his shoulder against it and prepared to break it open. When she again didn’t respond he pulled back and used his large frame to force the door open not caring that it splintered at the hinges and hung at an awkward angle. He skidded to a halt inside the bathroom and felt the world yank out from under him. “….Kitten….” I hurt; I fuck or I cut.. It was like a physical blow and it brought him to his knees. Water filled the tub to the edge before dribbling over while she sat in it, her skin pale and one of her wrists hanging over the edge a pool of blood under it. “Ki…Cat.” He scrambled over to the tub and pulled her from it tucking her small frame against his and grabbed for towels trying to put pressure to the wounds, knowing in his heart it was pointless and long since to long to help. “You promised…..you promised you wouldn’t leave me.” I hurt; I fuck or I cut.. He held her face to his chest and rocked her gently and felt something slide down his cheek, not realizing what it was till it dropped from his face and hit her arm. He was crying, for the first time in his thirty one years of life he was crying. Cradling her lifeless body against his chest he scooted back against the wall and just held her not understanding how to handle what was feeling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Over and over again he repeated it. Repeated it until a cleaning lady came to the room and found him holding her, repeated it until the police came, repeated it at her funeral, and repeated it every morning and night as he woke up and went to sleep while the only person he’d ever loved no longer did so. Knowing that no matter how many times he repeated it, it wouldn’t ever bring her back or make him feel less responsible because he’d know what she did. She’d told him so many times, she’d trusted him with the truth and he’d failed her. He didn’t do what he’d always promised, he didn’t come back…he didn’t stay and he had only himself to blame, because he’d never blame her. I hurt; I fuck or I cut..

#crackship

Rule Breaking.

OOC: Idea struck me...so I wrote it. :| it might seem kinda cheesy but blow my non existent cock k? Part: 1 of 1 Warning: :| nope.

"Catalina." His accented voice filled her ear and his tone laced with self deprecation. "...Catalina, this is probably a conversation we should be having face to face and not over the phone but I figure why the bloody hell not. We should have had this months ago, maybe even a year. We never where very good at being adults were we? You always sarcastic and hateful while I was always closed off and violent. I know your life hasn't been the best. I know that most people don't have any idea what you've been through. They might have heard parts of it from someone here, a whisper of truth from the rumor mill there, but the truth is no one knows yous not even me. I know you haven't told me everything. I know you still have secrets from me and I never pushed you for them. It's how we function."

His voice trailed off with a short laugh before he let out a muffled curse and the line went silent for a second. "...Wade"

"Sorry about that, as I was saying. It's how you and I function. It seems superficial but it's not and I've never felt the need to justify it to anyone. I knew what I knew, you knew what you knew. I'm sure you're frowning at me right now because you can tell what I'm about to do. I'm about to say fuck every one of the rules we've used for the past couple years. I should have said fuck them several months ago but I didn't. What if it ruined things? What if it broke them? Now that I think about it, they're were childish reasons. I knew about your dad, Justice, Jack ,and that prat Teddy. None of them bothered me. None of them made me want to ignore you and I'm sorry it took me so long to break the rules. I'm sorry, I have to break a promise I made to you a long time ago."

"Wade, stop." Her voice shook, a warning in those two little words.

"It's a promise I'd always intended to keep but sometimes...sometimes you can't control everything. Sometimes life tells you to fuck off and all you can do is nod your head and go with it. This is one of those times. I need you to promise me something though. I need you to promise me not to hurt yourself. I need you to promise me you're not going to give up on things, and I need you to promise me you're not going to go back to how you used to be. This isn't your fault, none of this is your fault. This time... somehow, it's my fault. I'm going to break that rule now and I'm going to tell you what i should have told you a long time ago."

For the first time, his voice shook "I love you Kitten, I always will."

In the background a shriek could be heard and the sound of things hitting the ground. "It's time to go now...sorry for breaking the rule."

"To save this message, press nine. To reply, press three. To delete press Seven."

Beep.

"Catalina....Catalina, this is probably..."

The dark haired woman held the phone close to her ear as she curled into the ball on her bed staring blankly at the wall in front of her. A newspaper clipping from a few days ago clutched in her hand it's headline in large bold block letters.

"Several WWE employee's dead in tragic plane crash."

#crackship

Broken.

OOC: A one-shot based off the rp. It's like 3am and it's shit but eh I was bored. Part: 1 of 1 Warning: :| nope.

He leaned against the wall his gaze moving through the hall as he searched her out. He’d started unconsciously doing it months ago but it was now apparent, in a way that almost caused physical pain. She laughed at something someone said her giggle floating down the hallway to him and his lips pulled down in a frown. She’d told him he was broken; she’d said it softly and with regret as she stroked her fingers over his cheek before walking out of the hotel room. He had the distinct belief that if he knew what heartbreak was, he’d felt it in his chest that day. He rubbed his hands over his face before pushing off of the wall and turning his back to her and stalking back towards his locker room while her voice floated around in his head. x x x “You’ve got blood on your face.” He ‘d stared at her mutely while she’d sat primly on the edge of her chair like it was some kind of throne. She’d showed up out of no where to crash his bar fight and he’d been a bit surprised to see her come through the door. “Happens in a fight.” “You could have let me see the fight” A pout puckered her lips out but he could read the hard edge in her eyes. She moved with purpose, every action for a reason, and every word with an intent. He’d grunted before taking another drink of his beer and turned his attention away from her face. “I think you’re about to have company.” Then he’d felt a man grab his shoulder, before he twisted and dropped the man face first hard into the table before sending him crashing to the floor. He could feel her vibrating with pleasure. It excited her, the fighting. “Why are you here.” “I like fights, they’re fun.” That simple, she’d always been that simple for him to understand. x x x He silently shoved his things into his bag. He needed out of the arena and he needed away from her. The easy way she moved from person to person. The way her smile was no longer sarcastic, her compliments no longer laced with insults, and her expression no longer guarded. He didn’t know what to do with it. Now when she allowed others to see her she did nothing but confuse him. He’d understood her as well as he understood himself and now she was a stranger to him. He grabbed his sweatshirt and pulled it over his head before heading towards the parking garage at the arena, but even as he slipped behind the wheel of her car he could still hear the sound of her laughter and the pain behind her tears. Letting out a breath he leaned foreword and rested his head on the steering wheel confusion grabbing a hold of him. x x x “Wadey…..Wadey I wan’t my dog….” She’d looked up at him, her lips trembling as she started at him from the seat in his rental car. “Tomorrow.” “Waaaade, I want him now. I want Beefy…..please.” “You’re going to sleep, the dog will be there in the morning.” She’d blinked up at him sadly before nodding mutely. He’d leaned over and wrapped his fingers around her chin and lifted her face to look up into his. She looked so lonely and he felt something inside of him shift and squashed it ruthlessly. “Sleep, and I will get you your dog.” He’d pulled away from her and her sniffles were the only sound the filled the interior of the car as they drove. He helped her stumble her way to the elevator before picking her up and mutely carried her into his room before dropping her on his hotel bed and tossed a t-shirt at her. Twenty minuets later he was staring up at his ceiling as she drunkenly sobbed into his chest. He didn’t move, he didn’t respond, and he didn’t touch her. He left her to her pain, left her alone, and allowed her to have her moment. It wasn’t his business, it never would be. If he had to attach a word to Catalina it would be friend, but in reality all they did was fuck. They didn’t talk about their lives, they didn’t talk about their problems, and they didn’t ask questions. It took fifteen minuets for her sobs to subside and she curled into his side trying to press as close as she possibly could. He remained as he was. In the morning neither had made reference to it and he’d stolen the dog back for her. She had either been to drunk to remember or to embarrassed to speak of it. He didn’t press the issue. It was why she liked being around him. She’d told him so a few times. x x x He heard voices and looked up through his windshield to see her drifting through the cars laughing with Kaitlyn and Roderick. He felt a pain seize at his chest again, a pain that confused him. He wanted things to go back to how they were. He wanted the moments of stolen sex. The moments he didn’t have to analyze but what she’d started as she cried into his side he’d finished on his birthday after he’d gotten hammered. x x x “Kiiiiten, do you know its my birthday love?” She’d arched an eyebrow at him and the corner of her mouth had twitched in amusement. “I know.” “I think I should get a kiss kitkat, here.” He’d pointed to his cheek, drunker then he’d been in years. Drunk because he’d noticed the changes in her and hadn’t understood how to deal with them. Conversations that had been full of insults had morphed into her asking him things. Sometimes he’d feel her staring at him and he got the impression she was looking for something. Whatever she found always made her frown at him before a smile would tilt her lips up a smile that now reached her eyes. “Fine, one kiss.” They’d never kissed. They didn’t, it was against the rules but as she’d leaned forward to press her lips to his he’d turned his head quickly and pressed their mouths together. She’d pulled away startled before smacking him on the nose like he was a bad animal. “No.” “You’re fucking pretty Kitten….can I have another kiss?” “You need to sleep hunny, you’re a mess.” x x x His drunken night had been ignored as well and then six days ago she’d suddenly brought it up. - Six days, five hours, eighteen minuets and five seconds ago to be exact - he glanced at her through the window again before letting out a curse and reversing out of the parking and drove towards his hotel. That convo, more then any other they’d ever had assaulted him daily. No matter what he’d do he couldn’t make it go away and he’d finally given up resigned the fact that her memory was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. His punishment for his shitty personality and because he hadn’t been able to figure out how to fit everything together. He hadn’t been able to give her what she’d been looking for. x x x “Why did you kiss me that night?” He paused as he shrugged out of his t-shirt and looked over at confused. “What?” “Your birthday, why did you kiss me.” “I was drunk.” “Is that the only reason?” He let his t-shirt drop to the ground and turned to look at her trying to figure out what her game was but she was serious. Shifting, her tried to understand why she needed to know. “Yes.” “I can’t do it anymore Wade.” “You’ve lost me Catalina, you can’t do what anymore?” “This…us….pretending. I know you see it. I know, you understand that I’m different. That I smile at people, hug people, that I have friends, and countless other things. I’m moving forward and you’re still back there. Silent and closed off from people. Emotionless.” His jaw had tightened and he watched her, his face a mask. “Your point.” “I don’t matter to you anymore now then I did that first night in the bar.” He could feel it nudging at him again, that he was missing something. His gaze skipped over the room before returning to her face and the corners of his mouth turned down. “I‘ve told you, I‘m f-”. She let out an exasperated noise cutting him off. “Yes, you’re fond of me. You’re fond of Verity, you’re fond of Britani. You’re fond of bar fights, fond of hotels, fond of cars, fond of violence. That tells me nothing.” His mouth snapped shut and he tensed against her onslaught. “I can’t do it Wade. I can’t….I’ve tried.” she moved closer to him and he almost took a step in retreat. Her fingers lifted to his cheek before trailing over it softly a sad smile turning her lips down. “I can’t do it again. I’ve fixed myself, finally. I can’t try and drag things out of you like I did them. I can’t wonder what you think of me. What you really feel, and I can’t stand around and wait for the day you do what they did. You’re broken….and I can’t fix you. I don’t think anyone can.” He kept his eyes fixed on a point over her head as he felt her fingers skim over his face again. Kept staring at that spot on the wall as his hotel room door opened and closed and felt his hands fist. In the silence that followed her departure he felt something deep inside his chest crack and felt a pain as he breathed in through his nose. Let her words roll around and his head turned to look at the door. In silence he leaned down and picked his t-shirt up off the floor before walking into his bathroom and pulled the door firmly closed behind him as her words slammed around inside his head.

#crackship

Look at me...never updating.

Going to fix this.

"Laugh all you want Gail, we've just started."

OOC: A one-shot based off something from he RP, It was written at like 3am so....that's why it is so poopy. Part: 1 of 1 Warning: Adult themes, tada

Roderick Strong, Chris Lindsey to those outside of the wrestling world, was gifted in two areas. Wrestling and Sex, he took pride in both these aspects. He'd met up with some old friends and with that had came into contact with Gail. She was sweet and shy but she was sensual as well and maybe even a little lonely. It had taken a little prodding from a few of his friends but surprisingly she'd agreed to come over to his place. When he'd opened the door for her she'd seemed nervous and it had made him smile.

Roddy liked to make girls feel beautiful. He liked to make them feel desired and he liked to make them orgasm while their legs were wrapped around his waist. Stepping away from the door he let Gail walk in and then closed it behind her before stepping up behind her his arm going around her waist to tug her back against his chest and put his mouth by her ear. "Why so nervous?"

"I'm not." She sounded calm but the slight tremor her body gave as his fingers skimmed under her shirt and over her flat stomach told her otherwise. Smiling into her hair he let his hands wander down to the button on her pants and unsnapped them before slipping his hand inside them and curving it over her, palming her before he teasingly slid a finger slightly between her folds.

"I think you lie, I think this is out of character for you, but most of all I know I'm going to enjoy making you come apart under me." As he spoke his finger slid into her, before a second joined it. Curving slightly once inside of her he stroked them in and out while his other hand came up to fondle her through her shirt. Tweaking her nipple through her bra and planting a kiss on the side of her neck. He stroked her enjoying the feeling of her body clenching around his fingers while he slowly walked her towards his bedroom.

One of her arms and lifted to warp around his neck to helps steady her and as he kicked his bedroom door closed he told her in great detail all the things he wanted to do to her. With slight hesitation he pulled his fingers out of her before quickly stripping them both and then nudged her back onto the bed and crawled on top of her. He'd wanted sex, she had too and he didn't see the point in waiting for it. Grabbing her legs he wrapped them around his hips before he sunk slowly into her. Her body arched off the bed and he grabbed a hold of her hands pinning them above her head.

Slowly he pushed in and out of her, listening to her voice catch as he stroked her body hotter and hotter. In as deep as he could before easing out and sliding back in. She was lifting to meet his thrusts and each on of her breathy moans just turned him on more. Roderick could do all kinds of things when it came to sex. Violent and rough or sweet and soft and Gail Kim, had sweet and soft stamped on her forehead and it delighted him. With her arms pinned above her and her arching to try and drive him deeper it presented her chest to him in a way that was to beautiful to ignore. Leaning down he slid his tongue over one of her nipples watching it pebble before lifting his eyes to watch her cry out as he sucked it into his mouth. She squirmed under him and he rewarded her by nipping at it before in increasing the pressure of his mouth and without thinking of it the force of his hips.

He felt her tighten like a vice on him, watched her face contort as she suddenly exploded around him and his hand fell away from her wrists and he grabbed at her legs lifting them up into the air and pressing them back towards the bed suddenly needing his own release, needed to hear her cry out his name. His movements became more erratic, his thrusts harder and soon he was slamming in and out of her hard enough to leave marks on her soft skin. "So fucking beautiful."

He slammed into her again. "So fucking perfect." Her eyes fluttered open to watch him and he pushed in, slamming into her as hard as he could and he knew when he hit her spot again, knew the second she was going to come screaming his name. Her body arched off his bed, her mouth opened and it ripped from her lungs. As she shattered around him for the second time he followed her over the edge before letting her legs fall on either side of him and she sank down on top of her, still buried inside her. "Give me a few, and I'll start the next round."

She laughed softly and he rolled off of her to tuck her against his side his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass playfully. "Laugh all you want Gail, we've just started."

Why did you stop doing cm punk's stories I really loved them ??

I didn't really stop,I have a requesting pending as him actually. Just been suffering from writers block I'm going to try and stop getting some updates out over the next week or so.

The Game.

OOC: Can't get it in the rp, will write it for myself. Ah yeah that's how I roll but hey look I'm writing again that's good news for the other stuff I'm supposed to write lolz. Oi dis is shit because I am rusty. Part: 1 of ? Warning: Adult themes, tada.

He back slammed up against the wall and she let out a started laugh that quickly morphed into a moan as hand slipped under her skirt and his fingers slid over her. His mouth pressed to her ear whispering words in a language she didn't understand. While Her hands went to work on the belt his free hand kneaded her breast through her top.

They'd been standing at opposite ends of the halls, each having their own private conversations when she'd caught his gaze on her. Next thing she knew he'd been striding over to her and backing her into an empty locked room. Sure she'd watched him who didn't watch him but she'd never expected this.

A moan broke free from her lips as his fingers slipped inside of her, her hips arching forward to try and help him as if he needed her help. His mouth was still pressed to her ear and while he pumped his fingers in and out of her he finally switched to English. "You think I don't notice? The way you're always watching me. Watching my matches. You think I don't notice the way you shift in your seat. Tug at your shirt, you think I don't notice the way you ache for me to touch you."

She tried to get a coherent though in but he was overloading her. What could she say? She did do those things and once or twice she'd hurried back to her hotel room to work out the sexual frustration he put her in even if he wasn't - or so she thought - aware of it. His mouth trailed from her ear across her cheek and over to her mouth to kiss her. To devour her. He moaned again before whispering his name as he moved his hand faster. As he pressed his fingers into her.

"Alberto.."

She watched him smirk before his hand moved away and she felt him lifted her. Watch through dazed eyes as he pushed his pants down and then fit her around him. "Your accent it's attractive Vicky, I like how my name sounds."

Her hands slid up into his hair and tugged his head down only to whimper when he pushed up into her. Her own head falling back to rest on the wall as he gripped her hips tight enough to leave bruises. Her arms went around his neck to hold on. Each thrust of his hips shoving her back into the wall, pushing him deeper inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him tighter and brought her head forward to kiss him when he moved her to the floor. He didn't ask, he didn't talk to her he just used her. She should have been offended but as she wanted was for him to keep going. Her legs were still on either side of him bent at the knees and she grabbed a hold of his hands as he grabbed her hips and jerked her towards him.

"Fuck...right there...fuck Alb..fuck"

She arched to meet him but she wanted more, she needed more. She wasn't a ring rat to be used and discarded. If this was going to happen she'd be a part of it. As he pulled back she made her move pushing at him a after a brief struggle she ended up on top of him grinning as she pushed down letting him slide back into her. He seemed amused and she was willing to bet he didn't often give up control, she'd have to make it worth it. She started to rock on him him lightly onto to have him grab her by the hair hard and yank her head down, twisting her head to the side and once again pressing his mouth to her ear. "If you're going to be on top, fuck like you mean it or you can be on your back again."

His fingers stayed in her hair and he tugged her back into a siting position. In retaliation she squeezed her body around him before she leaned forward and planted her hands on either side of his head and pulled off him so he was almost completely out of her and then dropped down hard, being sure to grind her hips against his before repeating the motion. His hand was still in her hair and every time she slammed down he gave it a vicious tug. It was almost like a battle. Who would break who. Soon however her movements became erratic and there was no method to the way she bounced up and down on him her only goal to make him go as deep as she could when he suddenly rolled them. Pinned her beneath him and started a brutal pace. She'd have bruises where his hips had been and as he slammed into her repeatedly neither one spoke.

The only sound their bodies colliding before he hit it, the perfect spot and her eyes rolled back. Her body arched and she heard him mumbling Spanish into her ear again and she constricted around him screaming her release. Screaming his name, while he mumbled hers into her hair. For a while they remained locked together him breathing hard on top of her and her lazily wrapped around him.

"You scared AJ."

"Do I look as if I care that I scared AJ?" She rolled her eyes before her hand slid up through her hair. Sure, the first couple times she'd gone back to her place and dealt with the sexual frustration solo style but then somehow this had happened and they'd been playing this game ever since. "Next time I'll just take you in front of her."

"...maybe I'll let you."

#Alberto Del Rio #Verity Thomas #crackship #Alberity

Oh that sucks. I hope everything is well.

It is it's just one of those things. Sometimes I can write for days and then other times my brain is like lololz no.

You're alive!!!! Lol

I am :| I have had such writers block

“Welcome back Gail.”

OOC: I wrote it in about 15min to troll a friend. I also happen to be a biiiig shipper of this pairing so it is what it is. Anyways, this story is shit but I'm trying to get past my block so at least it's something. Part: 1 of 1 [Most likely] Warning: Adult themes, tada.

She hadn’t known what to expect when returning to TNA. Sure she was still friends with a good portion of them outside of the business but you had to wonder who would welcome you back with open arms and who would welcome you back with a fake smile? She’d left them all, she’d been the center of their division and she’d walked because of money. Maybe they would view that as faulty loyalty and then again maybe they would understand exactly where she was coming from. She made her return at a house show she’d done a run in during a knockouts match and blasted Cookie in the face. The fans had loved it, but that had been hours ago and now she stood in the locker room packing up her stuff. As she turned to take one last look around the room and make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything she heard the door open.

He had been the last person she’d expected. Jeff Jarrett, king of the mountain. What people had seen on screen hadn’t compared to what happened off. It had been…it had been nothing short of intense but then he’d gone his way and she’d gone hers and a few years later she’d left. They’d barely spoken since she popped up in WWE and she could easily say it was a shock to see him in the door frame. He was still dressed for his match those plastic shorts he insisted wearing hugging to his body like they always had. He was a cocky arrogant son of a bitch and it had always pressed her buttons. “Jeff…” He’d stepped into the room and kicked the door closed. He didn’t utter a single word as he walked over to her. For a moment she was frozen, confusion on her face, and then she took a half step back before squaring her shoulders to face him. Only instead of the argument she’d been expecting he’d tangled his hands in her long dark hair and backed her up hard against the nearest wall. Her back collided with it and she let out a noise a cross between startled and turned on and her arms had locked around his neck to slide through his short blonde hair before she’d even realized she’d done it. It had always been like this with them. Hot and intense. A fire that blazed but never burned her, at least in a way that wasn’t pleasurable. “Je-what are you doing?” It came out on a groan as one of his hands slid down over her body, slide over her hips and grabbed her leg to hook it around his waist. Then she stopped trying to talk. Her hands shoved at his wrestling trunks his at her jeans. Both items ended up pooled on the floor and she jumped up locking her other leg around his waist just as he slid into her hard. Her head fell back to hit the wall and she rocked her hips in time with his. Each thrust from him harder then the last as if he was trying to fuck her directly through the wall. As if he was trying to fuck years of anger and frustrations out of him and straight into her and he was doing a marvelous job of it. She clung to him with her limbs and clenched at him with her muscles. He mumbled something that sounded encouraging so she did it again. He fisted one of his hands in her hair tugged her head down to look at him and then slammed in as hard as he could. Her body bouncing off the wall with each movement he made. The locker room was filled with his grunts and her whispered words of encouragement. Harder Faster Don’t stop Right there Fuck yes. She couldn’t keep her mouth closed as the words tumbled from her lips and then he hit the perfect spot and she jerked screaming her release into his eat. A few thrusts later and he fell over the edge after her. He pulled away from the wall and let her slide down his body to her feet. Silently they dressed and then they just looked at each other. “Welcome back Gail.” And the he walked right out of the room leaving her to figure out what had just happened.

#Gail Kim #Jeff Jarrett

When're you gonna update? D:

Soon, I swear. I am very sorry you guys. Things have just been a little hectic and I've been suffering from writers block but I'm determined to get something posted soon. Actually, I have something no one will like lolol but I'll post it just to have an update. It's short and shit but it's proof that I've been trying to write stuff.

"I don't know what else I can tell you. Smackdown or RAW it doesn't matter a damn to me. I already told you weeks ago Niña you are mine."

OOC: Apparently the supplemental draft is going to be two pats. Oh well.. I kinda hate the ending but whatever I'll wrap it up in the next part. Part: 10 of ? cant stop wont stop Warning: Adult themes, tada.

When he tried to prod her awake she'd just burrowed farther under the covers, she didn't want to leave the safe cocoon of the hotel bed. If she stayed there and blocked everything out she could pretend the draft had never happened. She would be able to forget that her only hope was a supplemental draft she had no control over.

"Niña, you can't stay hidden forever."

"Go 'way" Her voice was muffled by the comforter and she heard his amused chuckle and then she felt the bed sink under his weight as he sat down on the edge of it before she closed her eyes at the offending light as he lifted the blanket so he could see her.

"It's going to happen regardless so why not get dressed and come have breakfast with me?"

"Or you could get back into the bed."

"Enough hiding." Before she could stop him he'd stood and yanked the blanket off of her completely. Letting out a yelp she tried to snatch back only to have him snatch her up by the waist and toss her over his shoulder. "Shower, get dressed, and then we eat."

"People would never believe you're playful."

"No one else is ever going to see it." Which was true and oddly enough improved her mood. She got to see an Alberto no one else did. It was her secret and she was going to miss him horribly. "You're sulking again Niña"

"No I'm not..." He set her down in front of him a frown pulling the corners of his mouth down and he was staring at her so intently that she tugged nervously at the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing, his god forsaken RAW t-shirt. He was still staring at her so she repeated herself "I'm not."

"I don't know how else to make you feel better. I don't know what else I can tell you. Smackdown or RAW it doesn't matter a damn to me. I already told you weeks ago Niña you are mine."

She couldn't help how she felt and she could feel the tears coming and tried to blink them away again like she had the day before. He mumbled a curse before both of his hand tangled into her hair and titled her head back and then he kissed her, not on the mouth but lightly on the cheek. As she closed her eyes trying to hold back all the emotion she was feeling he pressed a kiss to her temple and then one gently over each of her eyes. "What am I going to do with you Niña?"

"L-love me?" It squeaked out and she held her breath, she hadn't intended to say that out loud. Her words were followed by silence and she she felt his breath by her ear.

"Silly girl. I already do."

Her eyes snapped open.

"You don't hear me when I say it all the time Niña?"

Dumbly she shook her head no, her eyes wide and searching as she watched him. She felt him backing her towards the bed, his hands still buried in her hair. Her knees bumped into the mattress and she bit her lip as he pressed a kiss to her throat. "You don't hear me say it when I kiss you?"

"N-no."

"Hm." One of his right hand slipped out of her hair and slid slowly down her arm, over her hip, and under the t-shirt she wore. Her body shuddered and every inch of skin he'd touched felt like it was on fire. "When I touch you like this?"

"Um...no."

He kissed her then, a tender kiss that made her moan into his mouth. Another moan slipped out as his tongue slid past her lips and into her mouth, coaxed her own into his and then he deepened the kiss as he slowly lowered her onto the bed. His hand rested on her stomach before it headed south and his fingers glided over her inner thigh. "What my fingers trail over you Rosa, do you hear it then?"

"I don't-I can't think straight right now."

With glassy eyes she watched him settle between her legs, pushed his pants off before lifted one of her legs to wrap it around his waist, quickly she lifted her other as well and moaned his name as he slowly pushed into her. "When you're wrapped around me Rosa, When I'm so deep inside you I don't know where you start and I end. Do you hear me when I say it?"

She shook her head no and at the same time she lifted her hips to try and take him farther, make him go faster but he was having none of it. He pulled back and she squirmed trying to bring him close again. Let out a content sigh when he pushed back in, stretched his body over hers and put his mouth by her ear. He continued to pump in and out of her body at a pace so slow it bordered on torture all the while whispering to her.

"I tell you when I touch you, look at you, and even frown at you. You're a mess of contradictions Rosa, brave enough to yell at me when even Brodus has run away but terrified that some draft is going to ruin things." He suddenly slammed into her and she arched, whimpered in response as her arms wrapped around his waist holding him to her. "When you're angry with me I want to bury myself inside you and fuck the anger away. When you're so sad you're near tears my heart breaks."

Her mouth opened and closed a couple times as she tried to figure out a way to respond to that, and she came up with nothing. Instead she dragged his mouth down to hers and kissed him as hard as she could, lifted her hips in time with his before sucking on his tongue. Neither one said anything after that. His slow and he continued to slide in and out of her for what felt like hours. Every time he brought her close to release his body would go still and then they'd start the slow burn all over again.

Her hands had moved to his arms, then to his hair to tug his head around to face her and then to his back where she dug her nails into his skin, had her heels planted against the edge of the mattress and tried to bring herself to the release he was refusing her.

"Stop...stop teasing me."

"No."

And then he'd slipped out of her. Untangled his limbs from hers and sunk to his knees between her parted legs. Like the bastard he could be he kissed up her inner thigh and then skipped right over her center to kiss down the other leg. Slid his hands up and touched everywhere he could but the part of her that ached for him the most.

"Please..."

"Please what Rosa?"

"Stop.fucking.stalling." He laughed and before she realized it was happening moved up her body, pushed her legs apart and sank into her as far as he could. Her body convulsed around him and her eyes nearly rolled back but she still didn't get her release.

Then she heard him.

He'd whispered it and her body had reacted instantly. The orgasm hit so fast and hard it took her breath away and her body quivered under him long after they were done.

"You're very response sometimes."

"...shut up."

He rolled over taking her with him and she tucked herself close to his side. Her head resting in the crook of his arm as his fingers lazily trailed over her hip. "Not to sound like a cliché Niña but I'm still hungry."

"Can't....we just stay here all day?"

"In the bed?"

"Yes."

She heard him sigh and then felt his fingers slip past the edge of his t-shirt to slide up and over her hip. "I might be persuaded."

#Alberto Del Rio #Rosa Mendes #Alberto and Rosa

Don't worry about it :) Take all the time you need. I'll still be excited no matter how long it takes you to write it lol.

You are so understanding and I adore you.

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