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Bringing On The Heartbreak	By : Thiala Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1604 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Bringing On The Heartbreak
- 2-Chapter Two
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The two of them stayed like that for several minutes, and it was Shane who actually pulled away first. “I’m sorry Trish, I let my temper get the best of me again.”

“I provoked you.” Trish admitted, she knew from the moment she had started to defy Shane’s requests, and argue with him that he was going to get mad. “I shouldn’t have done that, especially since you’ve been having such a difficult day as is.” One of the planes had been delayed, and now they weren’t even sure if they’d have their main event for the night. That alone had made Shane irritable.
“I have.” Shane agreed, falling down onto the couch. He reached out and caught Trish’s hand, pulling her down onto his lap. “I need to relax though. I’m sure they won’t miss us if we disappear for a while…” The way Shane’s hand was brushing against hers told her exactly what he wanted.
As hard as it was to tell it to him, she needed to get back to the ring. “What about my match with Nora? I don’t want it to be horrible.”
“You and Nora are amazing athletes, you’ll pull it off. I need you here with me Trish.” Shane was almost begging for her to stay. Arms wrapping tight around her waist, he rested his head against her back. “Please?”
“If that’s what you need Shane.” Trish gave in. She knew he need her just as much as she needed him. They were the only two who could understand why they kept up with the relationship. They were the only two who could understand why they cared about each other the way that they did.
Wiggling out of Shane’s grasp, Trish moved herself so she was sitting next to him. “Shane?”
“Hmm?”
Trish felt him move his arm around her. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
A small laugh escaped Shane’s throat. “It happens. Why don’t you and I just leave it in the past as opposed to keep dwelling on it?” Trish nodded and watched as Shane reached out to rest a few fingers under her chin. “You’re so beautiful Trish…”
The slightest hint of a smile pushed at Trish’s lips. “Shane?”
She didn’t even need to finish her sentence, Shane’s lips were already dropping down upon hers. His kisses were like a drug, always leaving her craving more. They were so soft, so delicate. Everything that she would have expected them to be and more. Parting her lips slightly, she felt Shane slip his tongue inside just slightly.
Hungrier and hungrier it grew until before she knew it, Trish was straddling Shane. “You are-” Shane pressed his lips against the curve of Trish’s neck, -”amazing-” further and further down they feathered, “woman.” Fingertips brushing down her spine, Shane let them slip under the hem of her shirt. “Trish…”
Letting her head roll to the side, Trish gasped. “Shane, we-”
“No one will bother us.” He assured, inching her shirt a little higher. Trish frowned, it wasn’t that she was afraid of getting caught. It was more so that times like this made her wonder if the relationship all came down to the sex. She was a beautiful woman, and he was a handsome man. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. “If the door is closed, they know enough to leave me alone.”
Shutting her eyes, Trish knew the only way to get through it was to give in. Let it be as pleasurable as it could, and not think of it for what it was. Imagine it to be anyone else but Shane. Mind searching through a million possibilities, it kept coming back to one particular smile. Randy Orton. They had never really spoken before, but something about his smile always seemed to win her over.
Forcing her eyes to close even tighter, she coaxed herself to believe that it was Randy’s fingertips tracing circles along her lower back. When he went to pull her shirt over her head, Trish raised her arms, picturing that it was Randy relishing the site. Her fingers slipping into his hair while his mouth came down to capture one of her nipples through the fabric of bra.
“Shane…” Trish had to be careful not to let Randy’s name be the one to pass her lips. If it did, she knew she would probably end up in a hospital while Randy became unemployed, never again getting the opportunity to wrestle again if Shane had a say in the matter. Definitely not something she wanted to have happen to man who didn’t even have the slightest idea.
She felt Shane slip a hand between then, her skirt being pushed up around her waist. Hearing the sounds of his zipper being undone, she fought harder to imagine it was Randy. Still, somehow Shane’s face always managed to slip through. Almost as if it were burned into the back of her eyelids.
In one quick motion, Shane had managed to slip the material of her underwear to the side and thrust into her. The small cry that escaped Trish’s lips was not one of ecstasy, as Shane may have assumed, but one of violation. Fingers gripping tight into Shane’s shoulders, Trish forced herself to move. If she was going to grow through with it, she might as well make it easier on herself.
Up and down she slid, all the while trying to imagine that it was Randy beneath her instead of Shane. That is was Randy making love to her as opposed to Shane just simply using her body. At times, she knew that was all he saw her as. A mere object for him to take his sexual frustration and needs out on. And she let him do it every single time.
When his grasp on her hips tightened, she moved faster before he did it before her. There was nothing worse then trying to hide the bruises left from his hands on a photo shoot. If she complied, fulfilled his needs, then he’s leave her unmarked for the most part.
Using his teeth to free her on breast from it’s confines, Shane’s mouth went back to suckling on one of the nipples. It was Randy’s mouth that was doing it. Worshipping her body like a goddess. His feather light touches on her hips as his hardened cock continued to thrust deep inside her.
Closer and closer she found herself, sitting right on the edge of that release her body longed for. Feeling Randy’s breath against the moist skin of her breast, a shiver ran down her spine. She rode him faster, hips grinding in his in a circular motion every time. Breaths shortening, Trish let out a small cry as all the muscles in her body seemed to tighten at once and relax.
Head resting against his shoulder, she heard him grunt with one last thrust before releasing into his own climax. Pulling back just slightly, Trish opened her eyes only to find herself met with the cold eyes of Shane. A small frown moved onto her face with realization of what had happened.
Trish had experienced and orgasm.
Shane had always hit his climax before her, leaving her body strung out with anticipation. She’d always been forced to take care of the job on her own. But today…she had. She had climaxed while thinking about Randy Orton despite the fact that it had been Shane with her.
Moving off of Shane, Trish sat down on the couch stunned. More than stunned, she was embarrassed. Would Shane notice the difference? Would he accuse her of seeing someone else? Looking over she watched him stand up, tucking himself back into his pants.
Straightening up, Shane turned back to Trish on the couch almost with a look of disgust. “Shouldn’t you be figuring out your match with Nora?” Tossing Trish her shirt, he headed back towards his desk. “We can’t have our diva’s giving a second rate performance, Trish.”
“No…we can’t.” Trish sighed.
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“Good dream?”
“Huh?” Randy looked up to see Dave hovering over him, a stupid smirk on his face.
“What was her name?” Dave questioned, sitting down on the bench above Randy’s head.
Watching him for a moment, Randy was clearly confused. “I’m not following.”
Rolling his eyes, Dave figured that he’d have to be the one to explain it. “You had a grin on your face the entire time you were asleep. Not only that, but any female that is currently lusting after you is going to notice the hard on you happen to be sporting right now.” Picking up the magazine, Dave couldn’t help but laugh. “So what was her name?”
“Don’t remember.” Randy lied. Oh, he knew exactly what her name was. The vixen never seemed to leave his dreams, making it almost impossible to work in the WWE at times. The woman he wanted, but couldn’t have. Trish Stratus.
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