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Breakdown in Evolution	By : sugarkisses Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 3428 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Jessie’s Girl” ~ Rick Springfield
Jessie is a friend
Yeah, I know he’s been a good friend of mine
But lately something’s changed that ain’t hard to define
Jessie’s got himself a girl and I wanna make her mine

And she’s watchin’ him with those eyes
And she’s lovin’ him with that body, I just know it
And he’s holding her in his arms late, late at night

You know I wish that I had Jessie’s girl
I wish that I had Jessie’s girl
Where can I find a woman like that

I play along with the charade
That doesn’t seem to be a reason to change
You know I feel so dirty when they start talkin’ cute
I wanna tell her that I love her but the point is probably moot

‘Cause she’s watchin’ him with those eyes
And she’s lovin’ him with that body, I just know it
And he’s holding her in his arms late, late at night

You know I wish that I had Jessie’s girl
I wish that I had Jessie’s girl
Where can I find a woman like that

Like Jessie’s girl
I wish that I had Jessie’s girl
Where can I find a woman
Where can I find a woman like that

And I’m lookin’ in the mirror all the time
Wonderin’ what she don’t see in me
And I’ve been funny, I’ve been cool with the lines
Ain’t that the way love supposed to be

Tell me
Where can I find a woman like that

You know I wish that I had Jessie’s girl
I wish that I had Jessie’s girl
I want Jessie’s girl
Where can I find a woman like that

Like Jessie’s girl
I wish that I had Jessie’s girl
I want, I want Jessie’s girl

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Paul hated this… He was watching Anne and Randy together, the young woman sitting on his friends’ lap as Evolution wound down after a long flight into their next venue. It made him sick to see the way that Randy had his arm around her waist, the way that Randy nuzzled her throat and kissed her skin.

“Something wrong, champ?” Ric asked, looking at the leader of the group.

“Nah” Paul responded, sipping from his bottled water. “I’m just a bit tired…”

Anne squealed as Randy nipped at her ear, the sound going straight to Paul’s brain and making his ire rise. Although he and Anne had decided that they were going to keep their relationship secret from the others to avoid any complications, it still drove him insane to watch her with the man who was supposed to be her boyfriend. Paul knew damn well that Anne and Randy were still intimate: hell, they shared a room most of the time although the company paid for two separate ones… yet it still hurt him to see the two together when all he could think about was the way that Anne had felt in his arms. Every squeal that she made, every little giggle, reminded him of being her her and having her all to himself.

“You missing Stephanie?” Batista asked the champ.

Missing Stephanie? She was the last thing on his mind at the moment. Paul had always cared about Anne, but he had realized just how deeply he loved her the last time that he had seen his wife. Paul could only think about Anne then, too, and to top it all off, he no longer found a need to sleep with his wife. Paul had given in after a while, figuring that he might as well get some release, but even then, he had closed his eyes and imagined that he was with Anne: he had come damn close to ruining everything and screaming her name during his peak. Of course, Stephanie had been none the wiser, and had commented on the strength of his orgasm, thinking that Paul must have missed her when the truth was the exact opposite. “Yeah” Paul responded, drinking another gulp of water.

“Too bad that she has so much to do in Stamford” Ric commented, finishing the beer that he had ordered.

“Yeah” Paul replied. God, he had to get out of here… he couldn’t stand to see Anne and Randy together for one more second. “Well, I’m turning in… I’m beat”

“Okay… See you tomorrow, champ” Ric answered.

“See ya” Batista added as Paul stood up.

Randy noticed that his friend was up. “Night, Paul” he stated, smiling.

“Night” Anne breathed, catching Paul’s gaze.

“Night, guys” Paul announced, leaving the bar.

“Guess he’s tired” Randy surmised, stroking Anne’s back.

“He misses Steph” Batista supplied.

“Poor guy” Randy mocked, kissing Anne’s cheek.

The three men were oblivious, but Anne knew that Stephanie had nothing to do with this. She knew Paul enough to have picked up on the signals that he was sending with his body language. Paul wasn’t tired, and he wasn’t lonely… he was pissed at the way that she was cuddling with Randy. Paul’s eyes had changed for a moment when he had looked at her: Anne had seen a softness there, which was replaced with a look of sheer jealousy a millisecond later.

She probably should have thought that Paul deserved it… but Anne couldn’t bring herself to do that. She loved him in ways that she would never love Randy. Paul was an incredible lover, and a real sweetheart, no matter what he wanted everyone else to believe.

Her instinct was to chase after him, but she knew that she would have to play her cards differently if she wanted to be in his arms before the night was through…

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Paul was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling: he was wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else. He wanted to sleep, but couldn’t: he couldn’t get Anne out of his mind, and he had been nursing an impatient and painful erection from the moment that he had laid down.

A knock at his door took him from his thoughts: glancing at the bedside clock, he saw that it was nearly ten o’clock at night. Sighing, he kicked the covers off of his body and went to the door, thinking that Ric must have had an idea for the next show that he wanted to tell him… but when he looked through the porthole, he found that it certainly wasn’t Ric.

Anne stood patiently at Paul’s door, waiting for him to answer. She was just about to knock again when she heard the lock being undone and the portal opened… She thought that Paul would just be looking at her, and she had prepared a cute little quip for him about being “room service”, but she didn’t have a chance to use it. Paul’s large right hand shot out from behind the door and took hold of her wrist, and she was yanked into the dark room so quickly that she couldn’t even yelp.

The door shut behind her and she thought that she heard Paul mumble something like “thank god”… she wasn’t given enough time to ask him to repeat himself as she was pushed back against the wall of the room.

Paul’s mouth slammed over hers, his tongue instantly invading and sweeping against hers. His hands were working at her clothes, pulling them away with a desperate speed.

“Paul…” Anne breathed as his mouth traveled to her throat, his lips tasting her skin, “Paul, we have time…”

“Hm?” he asked, his mouth working at her shoulder.

“Randy drank too much and passed out in his room… I left him a note that I went out… We don’t have to rush…”

“I’m not rushing” Paul responded, pushing his erection against her. “I’m just reacting to being teased…”

“I detect a hint of jealousy” Anne joked, running her hands down his back.

“That’s what I’m talking about” Paul answered. “You’re teasing me, and it’s not very nice”

“That’s because I’m naughty, not nice…”

Paul had shoved his right hand into her jeans and felt her wetness against his fingers, telling him without words that she wanted him just as badly. “Very naughty” he growled, nipping at her chin. “You’re so wet, babe…”

“That tends to be the case when you handle me like this, Paul… I love it when you’re rough with me…”

He chuckled, hearing her moan as he cupped her sex with his hand and put pressure on her center. “I’m not being rough, baby… I just need you…”

“I need you, too, Paul. I need your hot cock inside of me…”

“Mm, baby” Paul whispered, leaning down and licking her left nipple. “Tell me why…”

Anne closed her eyes with pleasure: his mouth knew just the way to drive her insane. “Because I need to be fucked right… I need to be fucked thoroughly, until I can’t move…and you’re the only one who can do it”

“That’s right, babe” Paul answered, licking his way up to her mouth. “Now get those pants off and get your ass on my bed”

Anne obeyed him, shedding her jeans and climbing onto his mattress. Paul stepped out of his boxers and joined her, kissing her deeply before he laid down on the bed, pulling her onto him and rotating her body 180 degrees. She found herself facing his feet as he roughly grasped her backside and brought her sex to his mouth. Anne moaned loudly as he began to feast upon her, his tongue lapping… She found herself faced with his immense cock, and despite her own ecstasy, her mouth watered at the sight of him. Grasping his cock in her hands, she wet her lips and licked the head…

Paul groaned when her mouth enveloped him, sliding up and down his shaft. “Oh, yeah” he whispered huskily, pausing as she pleasured him, “That’s what I want, honey… Suck me…”

Their talented mouths worked at each other, making them tremble and whine. Anne couldn’t help but moan around his cock: he tasted so good to her, so very different than Randy. Not that she didn’t enjoy Randy, she did, but there was something about Paul that just drove her insane.

Paul had been dying for this for so long… he couldn’t hold back. Growling against her sweet flesh, his hips bucked and he lost control, sending his come into her waiting mouth. The way that his cock throbbed in her mouth, the way that he growled and pitched, the taste of his fluid against her tongue… all of these combined to push her over the edge. Anne whined around his manhood as she came, her spasms erupting against his tongue.

She was still gasping and trying to think straight when she realized that Paul was maneuvering her body so that she was on her hands and knees on the bed. “Paul” she whispered.

“Shh, babe… I’ll take care of you…”

“That’s what I’m afraid of” she teased, tossing her head back and smiling at him.

“Afraid?” Pauluireuired, leaning forward and molding his body to hers. His lips were right by her ear as he spoke. “What are you afraid of?”

Anne rubbed her cheek against his, loving the feel of his stubble on her tender skin. “I’m afraid of what you make me feel… of how you make me lose control…”

Paul grinned and closed his eyes, wrapping his right arm around her waist and pulling her close. “We lose control together, baby, and that’s okay…”

“Paul, what I mean is… I don’t feel this way with Randy… I don’t feel anything like this at all unless I pretend he’s you”

Emotion flooded him in ways he hadn’t expected: she did the same thing with Randy that he did with Stephanie. God in heaven, why weren’t they together? Why did they have to sneak around when it was obvious that they were so right for each other?

“Anne” he whispered tenderly, stroking her side, “Don’t you ever think for a second that I don’t feel the same things that you do. I love you, honey”

“Paul” she whimpered, on the verge of tears.

“Shh” he answered, slowly moving them backward. He had wanted to take her from behind, but that just wouldn’t do now: he wanted her to know that this was about more than sex for him. Paul turned her around and pulled her into his lap, kissing her forehead. “I love you” he reiterated, stroking her face. “I love you, baby. I can’t stand to see Randy’s hands on you…”

“Paul… I thought that we weren’t going to do this…”

“I know, I know… We didn’t plan this, but it’s still what it is. We’re in love, sweetheart…”

Anne lowered her head, resting it on his shoulder. “What are we going to do?”

Paul ran his hands down her back, encircling her in his arms. “What we’re doing right now… neither of us is ready to change things, are we?”

“No” she answered, smiling sadly. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I still want you…”

“And you’re going to have me, Anne. We’ll tthisthis one day at a time and see what happens…”

“Okay” Anne promised, kissing him gently. “I’m sorry that I got so upset…”

Paul grinned and rubbed his nose against hers. “Don’t worry about it”

Her giggle was lyrical to him. “You know, I l wal want that fucking…”

How could he deny her? She was his sweet angel… Paul lifted her a bit, impaling her on his cock slowly.

Anne’s head went back and she moaned, lacing her fingers behind his neck. “Ohhhh, yesssss…” she sighed, arching her back. “That’s what I need…”

Paul groaned in agreement, holding her backside in his hands and lifting her up before lowering her onto him once more. Her body weight brought her down so that she completely encompassed him each time: the sensation was beyond heavenly.

Anne smiled as Paul pulled her close and kissed her, his mouth expressing his love in ways that his words never could. He was moving her over his length again and again, gaining speed and force until they were both breathless and crying out.

“Paul” Anne warned, digging her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, “Paul, I’m so close…”

“I know, honey… I want to feel you come on me…”

Their eyes locked, their souls connecting: it was too much for Anne, and releasing a high-pitched scream, she came. The pleasure washed over her in intense waves and caused her muscles to lock as she clutched him to her.

Paul heard her cry: god, it was so hot, knowing that he had brought her to this state… With a few final thrusts upward, he came, releasing his seed into her as he pushed up raggedly.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” he grunted, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her tight. “Shit, baby…”

Paul fell back onto the mattress, taking her with him: he felt like his entire body had melted, he was so boneless.

“Anne” he whined, “Anne…”

She could feel his cock twitching inside of her with aftershocks: it was simply divine. “I’m right here, Paul… Right here…”

“That was so good, sweetheart” Paul stated, stroking his hand along her side.

“Mmm, yes…”

“Are you going to stay with me a while?” he queried. God, he never wanted her to leave, but he knew that she would have to get back to Randy eventually.

Anne yawned and kissed his chest. “Randy’s out until morning: believe me, I know how he is when he drinks that much”

Paul raised an eyebrow. “He hadn’t drank very much when I left the bar”

“Yeah, well… that was my doing. I knew that I needed a diversion to get some time with you, so I talked Randy and Batista into a drinking match.”

“You what?” Paul asked, chuckling. “Shit, Anne, that’s devious…”

She giggled, leaning up so that she could see his face. “I don’t know, Ric thought it was pretty funny. By the time that the waitress came by to get the drink orders, Ric had both of them going…”

“Maybe the old man has an idea what’s going on” Paul sighed, brushing a stray strand of her hair over her ear. “He was commiserating with me about ‘missing Stephanie’, which he never does…”

“If he knows, he’s being very good about it”

Paul gave her a cocky grin. “He knows better than to fuck with me”

“Does he, now? Well, I don’t… I love fucking with you…”

Paul’s smile grew wider. “You certainly are naughty, honey, but I love it”

“Married the wrong girl?”

“Yep. Dating the wrong guy?”

“Definitely, no matter how much I care about him. I should have held out for the better man”

“I’m pretty smart” Paul replied, winking. “You never know, baby, I might just figure a way out of this for us yet”

“God, I hope so” Anne agreed, running her index finger over his chin, “because I can’t get Randy drunk every night”

Laughing, Paul nodded agreement and kissed her, caressing her tongue with his own until they made love once more.

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