~Disclamer- WWF and all related wrestlers do not belong to me. Reina Thurston/Mistress Blue Rose and Serj are wrestlers from my imagination. This work is a work of my overactive imagination, and soley for entertainment purposes~
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Ch.3- Time to Play the Game
Reina woke up and reached across the bed, only to find that she was alone. Again. That fucking bastard. This was the eighth time in the last month that Kevin had left after she had fallen asleep. She knew where he was, and offhandedly wondered how much money he spent on late night flights running to Scott. Bastards. They deserved each other.
She flung her legs over the side of the small hotel bed and focused her eyes on the clock.12:42, it read. 12 fucking 42. Nice. She carefully put on a sports bra and a pair of old ripped out jeans, and her aching body groaned at the motion. When her foot caught in one of the knee holes she cringed from the pain. Her knee was wrenched from tonight's match. The Tangle she was really putting a strain on her knees.
Chris Jericho locking in the Walls of Jericho hadn’t helped them get better at all.
How the fuck Vince had talked her into getting into the ring with Chris, she hadn’t a clue. It was supposed to have been a cut down match. Nothing more. But he shot off his mouth one two many times and she dropped kicked him to shut him the hell up. The fans had loved it. For 15 minutes they brawled, and Reina didn't do too bad of a job holding her own. She knew there was no way she was going to beat him unless she locked in the Tangle, and all hopes of that had diminished when he got her in the Walls. Fuck. God damn that hold hurt. It was all she could do not to tap out, but she wouldn't let herself lose. She couldn't. It wasn't in her nature. She didn't want this to be her first loss.
Fuck it was killing her knees.
Just as she was about to tap, she felt Chris release the hold. No, not release... get pushed out of it was more like it. Someone had speared him from his blind side, and she was thankful as hell to be out of that damn hold... Until she was able to see who her savior was. She felt the heat flush her cheeks at the sight of him as she remembered the night in the shower room during Royal Rumble. His hand stroking his gorgeous cock... She shook her head. A combination of anger mixed with desire pumped adrenalin through her body. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, his hardness inside of her...
Letting the anger take over, she tried to regain her composure, needed to show him what interfering in one of her match for a second time would cost him...How fucking dare he treat me like a helpless little girl... She crawled off of the mat and charged right for him...
Reina shook her head and sighed. She figured since she was up she might as well get something to eat, so she walked down to the all night diner across the street...
Hunter never saw what hit him as he flipped over the top rope onto the concrete floor below. He initially assumed it was Jericho that had slammed into him, but the form was to small to be a man... Reina. Reina had clotheslined him and knocked him out of the ring after he had gone out there to help her. What an ungrateful bitch. He couldn't blame her though. He had done the same thing to many of his buddies when they ran out to 'save' him.
His body still ached from the impact with the concrete, but he needed to get out of the room so he walked over to the mirror to make sure the bandages were still wrapped correctly around his bruised ribs. After his inspection was done, he felt hunger gnaw at his stomach, so he got dressed and quietly walked out the door to the diner across the street...
and found Reina sitting in a corner booth, alone, absently picking at her food. He could see by the look on her face that Kevin had left again, and he remembered all the times he was in the position she was now. Hunter shook his head. Moron. Didn't he know what he had? Did he really believe that the boozing womanizer loved him?
Fucking moron. "Is this seat taken?" Hunter drawled. He knew she was pissed at him because of earlier, but he had to be near her, had to smell her. What the fuck was wrong with him? It wasn't like him to feel like this for anyone. Not since Duane left him.
Reina peered up at him with slitted eyes. Fuck. She was too tired and emotionally distressed to fight with him. "Oh, so now you feel the need to ask me questions before doing whatever you damn well please" Her voice was thick with sarcasm, but she waved her hand and motioned for him to sit down. "Be my guest"
Hunter sat down across from her, not sure what to say now that he had gotten his way. He had expected a hell no at the very least, but she just sat there looking very defeated by life. He knew he had to make up for what Kevin was doing to her. The pain and anguish she was hiding in those deep Reina eyes was too much for him to bear.
"I am sorry about earlier. You looked like you needed some help, and I know from experience that Chris never lets go of that hold until his opponent taps out of it. I know you well enough to know you would have passed out before you tapped out."
She tossed her head back in laughter, and a soft blue lock of hair fell across her delicate cheek. He couldn't help but remember how that hair had felt against his skin, and a tingle started in his abdomen. Damn her... Damn himself for letting her get to him this way.
Reina couldn't stop her eyes from tracing every line on his handsome face and down to the exquisite flesh of his neck. Memories flooded her brain then. Memories of him on top of her in the ring... stroking himself in the shower after Royal Rumble... A fire flashed in her eyes as she gazed into the hazel abyss of his. She couldn't hide it anymore. She had to have him. "Sorry, huh? How sorry are you? How do you think you can make it up to me?" The lust in her voice sent a shiver up Hunter's spine, and without a word he stood up, grabbed her hand and led her out of the diner...
Neither of them remembered the walk to her hotel room or how they wound up on the springy bed. The passion was too high, the heat to prominent for either of them to know anything but what their bodies felt like meshed together. This was getting dangerous. Fuck.
Hunter captured her crimson lips in his own, the mere taste of her sending him close to the edge. As he darted his velvet tongue between her hungry lips, she let a finger trail down from his neck to the rippled flesh of his chest. She was rewarded with a deep growl, and the sound forced her hips upward to grind his. "Take me" she moaned into his mouth with so much passion that Hunter thought he would go insane if he didn't comply.
He parted Reina's legs with his own, and when he entered her sex she began to shake violently. Jesus, how could he get her to the point of orgasm without even doing anything? She rocked her hips to meet his frenzied thrust. Fuck. Was this even really happening? She could feel him pounding her with the blind fury of a madman. Never had she felt this way. Not even with Kevin. Relentlessly he pushed into her, and she had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming as her orgasm approached. The taste of blood that her teeth had coaxed to the surface of his skin mixed with his lustful sweat sent her over the edge.
The grip of her teeth and hands clawing at his flesh made Hunter's thrust intensify, and he felt as if he was going to explode from the inside out. Never had he felt such raw emotions when he had been with anyone. The gripping of the walls of her cunt around his manhood drove him to madness, and he was relieved to feel the pressure inside of him release. "Oh god, Blue. How do you do this to me" Hunter's voice was caught in the same whirlwind his body was. Passion. Longing. Desire. Release. Confusion. Reina couldn't find the words to answer him; she was too trapped in the animalistic fury that raged between their sweat covered bodies. She felt his seed fill her and was pushed over again, her sex milking his shaft until he had nothing left to give. God damn she felt good wrapped around him.
They lay there entangled in one another for a long time, both of them afraid to move, to break the spell that had fallen over them. They knew that the reality of what had just transpired would hit them in full force later, but then... Right then they were more than content to lay there wrapped in each others arms and let sleep fall upon them like a warm blanket.
Reina watched Hunter's face as he drifted quietly into slumber. So different in sleep. So peaceful. Not a care in the world. She twirled a golden tress of his hair between her fingers, and he nuzzled his head down in the crook of her shoulder and moaned at her touch. She finally let herself join him in a peaceful slumber of her own.
Hunter rolled over in his sleep and awoke with a start when he felt the soft small form beside him. Where the fuck was he? "How the hell did I get here?"
Then it all came rushing back to him in a flood. He was with Reina, in her hotel room. They had... they were... Fuck.
He glanced at the clock and realized he had been here for almost 4 hours resting easily in her welcome arms. He found himself watching her chest heave up and down in her deep slumber, the rise and fall of her full breasts capturing his eyes as if he were in a trance. So delicate. So soft. So...
Fuck.
Carefully he rolled off of the bed and began to dress himself. He took a sharp breath as his elbow grazed his ribs, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. He didn't want to wake her. If she was awake he knew he wouldn't leave. She rolled away from him and fell back into rest. He knew he had to get back to his room and figure out wait to do about this, about their new relationship.
