A/N: As I said before, I'm taking down the pages and correcting them. I can't live with these typos!
By: shannygoat
Featuring: Dave Batista, John Cena, Ric Flair, Randy Orton, Triple H, Matt & Jeff Hardy and others
Disclaimer: They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery, well I think Fanfiction is. I don't know or own Mr. Bautista, or Mr. Hardy or any other employees, staff, or associates of the WWE. I do own the original characters and creation of this work. All of the ideas and scenarios are completely fabricated. I do not endorse, give or receive any payment to WWE or their holdings. Nor do I intend to disrespect or embarrass any of the characters or their families. These characters and their personas are property of WWE.
Rating: NC-17 (for language, strong sexual content, adult themes, and violence) It is intended for mature audiences only.
Feedback: Is welcome.
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No sooner did her plane touch down in California did she received a call from her best friend, Christina (X as she was lovingly referred to) inviting her and Dave out to celebrate her 30th birthday. It was like X had a GPS implanted in her, because she knew as soon as her feet touched California soil.
She had taken time out from her busy schedule, to spend 2 weeks with Dave, while he was traveling on the West Coast. Although, this wasn't her ideal time with him, she planned on making the best of it. She loved to spend time with him, but being on the road with him meant being with all of his stupid friends. It also meant they would have days of traveling, promo work, workouts, interviews, and matches and maybe if they were lucky, they would get to spend 5 hours a day together, when they were both awake, alone.
She'd met Dave Batista almost 3 years ago. He was taking pictures for an issue of Raw Magazine and she was in the same studio, posing for something. Whether she was paid to sell cologne or toothpaste, it seemed every photo had her half naked, and sprawled out on a bed, a car or any other semi-flat surface.
She first saw him, standing at the craft services table. He stood there in all of his statuesque glory and spoke to her. She thought nothing of it; sure he was cute and had a nice body, but she got that a lot. She wasn't looking for another pretty boy, especially since the last one turned out to be real asshole. But, what caught her attention was his smile. He had this sheepish way of cocking his head to the side, like he was trying to hide the fact that he was smiling. He invited her out to lunch and the rest as they say was history.
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Dave Batista tried hiding his disappointment when his girlfriend, who he hadn't seen in three weeks, told him that they had been invited out. He had been thinking about how they were going to spend their time together, of all the things he wanted to do with her… to her. "No, you should go." He said carrying her bags into his room.
"Babe, I just got here. We only have 2 weeks before I have to go to Miami and I would actually like to spend some of that time with you." She said closing the door behind him. Looking around the room, she spotted a bouquet of roses. She thumbed the card open and read the inscription: Babe, You know I'm not good with words, but I don't need a lot of them to tell you; I love you. Dave.
"We have 2 weeks to spend together." She heard him say. Yeah, he was really laying the guilt on thick this time.
"You could come with us." She smiled wrapping her arms around his neck. Being caught between her boyfriend and her best friend is the worst. Either way, someone would never let her live it down.
He shook his head. The last thing he needed to do was to be in some dark club listening to awful music and watching these "youngsters" make complete fools out of themselves. Although he didn't seem old, knowing that he would be turning 40 in a few months, made him feel it. "No, you go and have a good time. I'll be here when you get back and we'll hang out then. Besides, you're easy when you're all liquored up." He laughed when he kissed her, letting her know that it was ok for her to go.
"I won't be gone too long." She said looking at her watch.
"Just make it up to me when you get back." He replied walking her to her rental. He kissed her quickly and watched her pull off, before putting his hands in his pockets and walking back to the hotel, alone.
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Stumbling through the door, she quickly closed it behind her. She always hated hotels. It didn't matter how nice they were, nothing beat the feel of sleeping in her own bed. At least this time Dave was with her. Somehow it didn't matter that she wasn't at home with all of her stuff, having him with her made everything better.
As she struggled to take her jacket off, she couldn't help but to laugh at the cheesy décor of the room. It was a stale taupe color with a loud floral wall paper. The look of the room made it feel like it was one of those 'love' suites in the back of the romantic get away ads. "Who picked these fucking colors?" She tripped into the bathroom and started to take off her clothes. Looking in the mirror, she had a hard time focusing. "Fucking fluorescent bulbs." Turning out the lights, she tried to smooth down her hair in the dark.
As she walked into the bedroom she noticed that the rest of the room was dark too. She knew that meant that either Dave hadn't come back yet, or he was already asleep. Probably the former, since he had a habit of sleeping with the TV on. Sighing to herself, she made her way to the bed.
A little guilt crept in her mind. She had come to spend time with, not go partying with her old crew. But he knew that she didn't get to see them much and he said he was ok with it. Still if she had been a "good girlfriend", she would have told her friends she'd see them later and hung out with Dave and his stupid friends.
Pushing the idea aside, clumsily she ripped back the covers and flopped in the bed. She landed partially on him before she realized he was there. "Sorry," she whispered loudly, roughly patting his head.
He opened his eyes and smiled. "It's 5 a.m., you just getting back?" He asked cuddling up to her.
"Um-hum."
He reached out to pull her closer to him. His hand traveled across her lower stomach and he realized she was naked. This is too easy. I could punish her for coming back so late, or I could just have fun with it. He really wasn't angry that she had stayed out all night. He was actually glad that she hooked up with her friends. He knew how they were when they got together; party, party, party. Although he enjoyed clubbing and such, he was getting a little tired of that scene. Over the last couple of months, he had started to feel that it was time for him to settle down a bit and let some of his wilder days go. She on the other hand was young and still so full of life. He wanted her to go out and have fun; as long as she came home to him at night.
"Did you celebrate X's birthday?" He asked nudging her on her side to face him.
"Yup." She rubbed her hands on his chest.
"You've been drinking." It was more of an observation, than a criticism, but she shook her head in protest to his comment. "What did you have?" he asked trying to hide his smile.
He always thought she was so cute when she was drunk. She was a fun drunk, the kind that loves everybody. He loved the way that she would try to hide the fact that she was drunk by trying to say things that were profound. But liquor was truth serum. All he had to do was ask her a question and he would find out everything he wanted to know. He especially loved the way alcohol melted her inhibitions. When she drank, she was frisky, into experimenting and extremely horny. It was going to be good day after all.
"Um, screwdrivers and something else, I think," she said kissing his shoulder.
"I'll never understand how you can drink vodka." He stuck his tongue out as if he could taste the harsh liquor in his mouth.
"That's why you put the fruit in it," she slurred.
"Oranges? You don't put oranges in screwdrivers."
"No, the stuff…the juice." She said kissing his arm.
"Did you drink a lot?" Slowly he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Uh-oh-uh," she mumbled.
He knew that she was saying she didn't know. "So what else did you do?" He stroked her arm that was draped across his chest.
"Um, danced," she said smiling.
"You danced? With who?" He closed his eyes and imagined her dancing; her body sweating, grinding on whomever she was dancing with; he loved to watch her dance.
"With Christina," she said licking his chest.
"Yeah? Just you two?" he said feeling himself get hard at the image. X was sexy, not as sexy as his girlfriend, but still pretty damn sexy. He could see them dancing. She being taller than X, he imagined her standing behind; X grinding her butt into her pelvis. He imagined her rubbing her hands over X's sweaty body.
"No, it was X, Katie, Jen and Sta- Stacy," She tried hard to remember her friends names. It's not like she was really in the mood for talking, anyway. Maybe if he talked enough he wouldn't realize that she was trying to take advantage of him. "We got on the bar and started dancing."
"Did you take your clothes off?" His leg started to move a bit thinking about how hot that must have looked.
"My shirt. I think. I remember the bartender told me I had to put it back on, but I couldn't find it, so I put on someone else's." She talked while she continued to kissed his neck.
"Did X have a good birthday?" He couldn't stop his breathing from becoming shallower.
"Um-hum, but I'm getting a present." She slid her leg across his pelvis and rubbed it on his hardness.
He turned his head to face her, "And what's that?" She slid her hand down to his boxers and smiled. "You're a bad girl."
"Um-hum.," She pressed her lips softly to his.
"Maybe we should wait until you feel better," he said kissing her back. He really had no intension of stopping, but he thought it would be polite to suggest it.
"I feel fine now. I'll feel better when you're on top of me," she slurred sucking on his neck. Damn, her mouth felt good. She always sucked on him with just the slightest amount of pressure, not enough to mark him but enough that felt it through his entire body. Her hand slid inside his boxers and slowly started to touch him.
"You sure you want that?" he whispered, trying not to show how horny he was too.
"Yup, all over me," she said kissing his lips again.
Peppering kisses on his cheek she made her way to his ear. Touching her tongue to his earlobe, she slowly sucked it into her mouth. "Will you fuck me?" she asked licking the spot just below his ear.
"Mmmm, yes," he said melting into the feel of her.
"Will you make me cum?" she asked stroking his length harder.
"Yes," he said trying to hold in his breath. She knew what that was doing to him.
She crawled up on him and straddled his body. Holding his arms down by his head, "Will you pin me down?"
"If you want," he smiled.
Leaving his hands in that position, she slipped hers down his arms and rested them on his chest. "Will you do it hard?" She sat up on him and grinded into his pelvis.
"Yeah," he whispered closing his eyes.
"Will you do it fast?" She asked hunching over to run her tongue over his nipple.
"No," he whispered.
"Why, not?" Dave always had a way of making her pout. She had it all figured out, she would come back to the hotel and let him have his way with her; hard and fast to punish her for staying out so long. Now he was ruining it.
"I don't wanna cum too fast," he chuckled, putting his hand on her head.
"Please?"
The feeling of her biting his nipple would have made him agree to anything. "Ok, just this once."
She smiled and continued to bite him. He moaned, as she gently ran her tongue around the sore sprout. "Will you hurt me?" She moved her tongue over to his other nipple.
"Never," he whined with pleasure.
"I want you to. I want you to make me scream." She whispered moving up to his lips and shoving her tongue in his mouth.
Running his hands down her back, he held her close. It was something about the way she kissed him that he couldn't resist. He rolled her over until he was on top of her. He looked her in the eyes and smoothed back her hair. "I could never hurt you," he said before kissing her.
"Yes, you can," she sang. The feeling of his mouth on her mixed with the gentle swirling in her brain was incredible. I need to drink more often. It was something about being drunk that made every nerve on her body come alive.
He took big gulps of her neck into his mouth. The taste of her salty flesh made him want her more. As his tongue ran down her breast bone to her stomach, she moaned. Loving running her fingers through her hair she said, "Fuck me sober." He smiled up at her just before parting her and sticking his tongue inside.
"Talk to me," he said as he tasted her, "tell me what you want."
"Right there, stay right there," she said as his tongue made contact with her spot. She vigorously ground her pelvis upward to create more pressure. As gently as he could, he nibbled on her. "Harder, bite me harder." With more pressure, he bit her. The feeling of his teeth on her most sensitive spot made her cum with a jolt. She continued to flop on the bed, as he rubbed his tongue against the sensitive area between his teeth.
He released her, smiling to himself that he brought her so much pleasure. "Did you like that?" She looked down and him and smiled. She crooked her finger and motioned for him to come closer.
He loved when she was drunk. Normally she was very passive, allowing him to do what ever he wanted. But the alcohol gave her a since of power. He always asked her to be forceful with him, to let him know what she wanted, but it was hard for her. That was, until she had a few drinks in her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. Slowly, he submersed himself into her. "Yeah," she said letting out a sigh, letting his entire length fill her. He started to move in her, taking a moment to relish in the feel of her warmth.
He kissed her passionately as he slowly moved her hands up by her head. Using his knees to stabilize him, he laid on her applying just enough of his weight not to crush her. He continued to kiss her as she tried to move her hands up to his face, he increased his grip pinning her arms to the bed.
"Harder," she whined as she felt him rip into her. He moved with more precision, roughly knocking his pelvis into hers. The moans escaping from him were almost as loud as hers.
He'd never liked the idea of taking a woman with such force; but with her he felt privileged. This is what he was comfortable with; aggression. There were many nights that after a match, his adrenaline was fully charged. He wanted so much to just slam into her, the way he knocked those guys around in the ring. But she was so soft; he couldn't bring himself to do it. Tonight, though she begged for it and he couldn't get enough.
"Harder," she squeaked out again. He increased his speed and rhythm until he drove into her with blunt force. "Hurt me, Davey," she begged.
He closed his eyes and pushed himself into her so hard it hurt him too. It was a good kind of hurt. It was the kind that you only notice that you like when the pain is gone. He pushed into her so hard that their bodies made a violent slapping sound with each thrust.
"No… don't stop. Harder." she panted. Truth be told, if he did it any harder, one of them would have ended up in traction.
He couldn't in good conscious actually inflict pain on her. "I don't want to hurt you," he said kissing her.
"Please?" she whispered grinding into him harder. He kissed her gently and rammed into her again. This was surreal; he let out a loud moan to release the tension so he wouldn't end right then and there.
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Loud moans and occasional screams brought people out of their rooms to try to find the source of the noise. It's not often one is awaken at 6am, by the sounds of people screaming. Orton, Flair and Cena looked at each other as the noise became louder and louder. Following the sound, they ended up in front of Dave Batista's room.
They all knew that his girlfriend had come in town today, and they also knew that she went out partying with her friends leaving him there to whine about his massive hard on. All night long, they listened to him talk about how much he missed her and that he couldn't wait until she got back. When they couldn't take it anymore, they sent him to his room.
"What the fuck? Do you think he's alright in there?" Randy asked pressing his ear up to the door. By this time, several other people in rooms immediately surround his were peeking out their doors.
Ric's hand was mere inches from knocking on the door, when suddenly he stopped. "Fuck me." He heard her yell and could not stop himself from laughing.
"I taught that boy all I knows," Ric said feeling a strange since of pride. It felt awkward that they were there listening, but it was so funny that they couldn't turn away.
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When she came she screamed. It was a scream that would have lead others to think that he was seriously being attacked. Her orgasm hit with such force that she was able to release her arms from his grip and madly fling them around his back. As she continued to scream she dug her nails into his flesh.
The sharp pain of her nails breaking his skin, made the blinding orgasm come out of him. He found himself screaming too. "SHIT! F-U-C-K!" were the only words his mouth could produce.
Exhausted he collapsed on top of her. He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard applause. Between her soft moans, trying to collect his senses and the feeling of her inside muscles still spasm against him, he wasn't sure; but, he could have sworn that people were clapping and cheering him on.
Shaking his head, he looked down at her. She lay under him trying to control her breathing. He quickly realized he had all of his weight on her 120lb. frame. Moving off of her, he kissed her softly. "You ok?" he asked.
She smiled and nodded her head. "If that's what I get on X's birthday, I can't wait until mine. I think you broke my pelvis though," she said with her eyes closed.
"Not bad for an old man? I still got it," he said nuzzling up next to her. He listened to her breathe, unable to control himself from thinking about what just occurred. He had just fucked her; he had only done that on a few occasions in all of the time that they had been together. He always made love to her. It was usually passionate and much longer than this, but tonight it was all about wild, hot, sweaty sex.
"I didn't really mean to hurt you. I'm sorry." He refused to allow her to think that he actually got off on causing her pain.
"Don't be, that was incredible," she faintly slurred before turning her head and passing out.
Confident that she was ok, he took the time to move her dead weight over to him, putting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and listened to her sleep. Somewhere in his memory of that night, he too drifted off.
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Jeff Hardy was awakened by the sounds of screaming. At first he thought it had been a dream, but he realized the screams were in fact real. He walked across the room and stuck his head out of his hotel door. He noticed several people standing near the door down the hall. None of them seemed like they were in a rush to kick the door in, so he closed his behind him.
He crawled back onto his bed and sighed. That's just great. Now I'll never get back to sleep. It had already taken him hours to doze off, and finally after a good solid hour of sleep he was now wide awake; again.
Frustrated, he clicked on the lamp and reached for his sketch pad. At least if he couldn't sleep, he could draw himself sleeping. The irony of the situation was enough to put a smile on his face, as he picked up the pencil and started to make his outlines.