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Foretold Future	By : Redneckgirl Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1639 -:- 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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In the morning Nadine awoke, and comfortingly the first thing she thought of rather than the awful event before she’d cried herself to sleep was Shannon, especially since she had received a text in the night from him.

‘I’m lying in bed, and all I can smell is cinnamon. Makes me think of you x’

She noted the time and saw he had sent it at 3am that morning, so decided not to text back since he’d probably still be sleeping. 6am in the trailer park was probably the prettiest view you could behold, when the smoke came down off the hills filled with dense forest land, and Nadine sat outside her trailer drinking coffee and eating toast with two of their six cats for company enjoying it; the peaceful silence. She liked spending a little time enjoying the beauty of nature in the mornings before she went to work in the usual chaos of the bar.

After finishing her coffee and feeding her toast crusts to the cats she got up quickly went back in to check on Sam, who was sleeping soundly. Kissing her forehead and telling her she loved her Nadine quietly left, picking up her bag on the way and taking out the cinnamon lip balm she always wore to coat her pout as she walked up the gravelled path, looking at the text message Shannon had sent her again. She couldn’t wait to see him.

‘So c’mon star shine do tell me why you are looking so goddamn happy so early in the morning?’ asked Liv just before biting into a large bacon and egg sandwich as she sat at the bar and watched her best friend daydream.

‘I met a guy, and he’s so cute’ she said, sounding like she was only half there. The other Liv guessed was still floating around in daydream land.

‘Okay gimmie some more info here sister, you know Liv’s gotta get the 411’ she said through a mouthful of bread.

‘Okay but you’re gonna freak honey!’ said Nadine, picking up her latte and leaning across the bar.

‘He’s got blonde hair, really huge muscles, lots of tattoos, he’s cute as hell and the last time I stayed over at yours you made me watch a DVD of him kicking some other guys ass. Ring any bells?’ she said as Liv’s eyes almost came out on stalks, her hands flapping as she quickly finished her mouthful of food.

‘Baby cakes I know there’s only two guys around here that fit that description, and one’s practically married so it ain’t him, which leaves just the one. OH MY GOD YOU GOT YOUR HANDS ON SHANNON MOORE! I’M SO FREAKIN’ JEALOUS!’ said Liv, her voice rising to a hysterical squeak by the end of her sentence as her hands flapped faster and Nadine nearly laughed coffee out of her nose.

‘I’m seeing him again today! I swear hon, he’s just so cool, really nice, confident with a little bit of shyness, and so much sexier up close I swear to Jesus!’ she laughed, Liv doing a little scream and hugging her arm.

‘Awwwww I’m so excited for you! So c’mon tell me more about Moore!’ she laughed.

‘I think my comic status in this town is safe if that’s the best joke you can come up with!’ said Nadine with a smug expression, dodging a slap from Liv before going on to tell her all she could before she had to leave for work. Liv worked at the local school in the kindergarten group and stopped in for breakfast at the bar every morning when Nadine was in to catch up on all the latest, and that morning she was extra glad she had. Her best friend had met a new guy, and she couldn’t be happier for her. Meanwhile Nadine was sat waiting in the quiet bar for the delivery she had to sign for, thinking about how much she wanted things to be different this time; with no interference from her evil, jealous father.

The longest relationship she had ever had was seven months, because the abuse her father inflicted on her throughout it got so bad they always had to come to an end for the sake of her sanity. She sometimes thought she’d suffer the same fate as Sam if she kept a boyfriend in her life for long enough, but that’s what she had to suffer. If she told the police as soon as the cars surrounded the trailers she knew they’d all be shot, it was one of the punishments he had promised for the last six years. ‘If the cops find out, you all get a bullet before I go down too, I’ll take everybody’s lives if you try to ruin mine’ he would warn her. He didn’t care that he was slowly ruining hers day by day.

She knew he couldn’t do it to her, to them forever. She couldn’t deceive her mother forever, let her live a lie. But she was too scared to do it on her own, and too scared to tell anyone. Not even Liv knew her secret, and they were as close as friends could get. And without thinking her mind drifted back to the words of the fortune teller, wondering if what she said was true, and if Shannon was him. The woman had spookily known her name without possibly ever hearing it, or without Nadine ever uttering a word of it, could she be right about this too?

‘Ahhh it’s all nonsense, just a coincidence I suppose’ she thought, picking up the cleaning solution and spraying it onto the bar to clear up the drips from the optics. She cleaned over the bottles while she was there, trying not to think about her father, the old woman’s words, the past, and while she was there forgetting her future was standing behind her waiting for her to turn around.

‘Boo’ said Shannon as she turned, jumping and holding a hand to her chest.

‘You scared the shit out of me!’ she laughed, feeling her smile grow to her eyes as she saw him standing there looking just as gorgeous as she’d remembered.

‘Sorry. I just thought I’d come and see you while I was passing by’ he said with a cute grin.

‘That’s cute, I’m surprised you’re up so early since you where still awake at 3am’ she said putting the bottle of green liquid down and leaning across the bar in front of him.

‘I was up at 7.30, did an hour work out and got a shower and then decided to take Oz out for a walk, he’s the one making all that noise outside' he said, turning and pointing to where a black and white bull terrier was standing outside crying and making lots of other disgruntled noises as he looked in at Shannon.

‘Dogs can come in as long as no ones eating, call him in and I’ll fetch him a dish of water’ said Nadine, turning and picking up one of the big green glass bowl that held the peanuts and emptying it of shells before taking to the tap and washing it out, hearing Shannon call his dog in followed by the thunder of claws scraping across the wood floor and a hell of a lot of panting and barking.

‘Shut up fool!’ he said as the hyperactive dog jumped up into his arms and licked his face, tail wagging like mad.

‘Awwwww wow he’s cool!’ said Nadine, reaching across the bar and scratching his neck, her hand the new attention of doggy kisses.

‘He’s the most insane out of the three, I have to walk him twice as far as the other two or he just goes crazy and freaks out all the time’ he replied, putting Oz back down on the floor and taking the dish of water Nadine passed him.

‘So what are your plans for the rest of the day then?’ she asked, picking up a large jug of juice and pouring two glasses, pushing one across the bar to him. He moved the glass over and grabbed her hand before she could retract it again.

‘Trying to decide where the hell to take you later’ he said moving his other hand over to tickle her palm with his fingers. The butterflies in her stomach were back, fluttering around like crazy.

‘Well you wanted me to see your house yesterday, so just take me there. I’m not a high maintenance gal, not into traditional ideas of dates either’ she said, wanting nothing more but to reach forward a little more and kiss him. He looked so good, bright eyes twinkling at her, the faint traces of black eyeliner still caught on his lashes making them look a little dark, the way his fingers had trailed up from her palm to the inside of her wrist, she was hypnotised.

‘Alright, I’ll come back at one’ he said, leaning forward and kissing her, his heart quickening a little as he heard her sigh, his hands stroking her neck as once again the smell of cinnamon flooded his nose, making him really not want to stop kissing her.

‘When you can tear yourself away Nadine, I’d like a soda water please hon’ said Hilda, an elderly regular of the bar that still ran a garage fixing motorbikes next door. At sixty eight years of age. Nadine reluctantly stopped kissing him and went a little red, kissing his cheek and pulling away before she jumped over the bar. Sexy just didn’t cut it anymore, not after the way he had just kissed her.

‘I’ll see you at one then’ she said, picking up a tall glass and the nozzle of the soda siphon machine, filling it with fizzy water for Hilda.

‘Bye baby’ he said, winking and leaving the bar with Oz by his side, leaving her pulse racing and feeling short of breath.

‘There goes cupids arrow’ said Hilda, lighting a cigarette.

‘Oh be quiet, I only just met him last night’ said Nadine, passing her water and an ashtray over.

‘The way he just kissed you it looked like he’d known you for years’ said Hilda, taking off her heavy work gloves with her cigarette in her mouth and reaching for her water.

‘Shhhhhhh, embarrassment here?’ said Nadine, pointing at her glowing cheeks as she laughed.

‘You have fun there gal, he’s cute’ said Hilda, a statement she really couldn’t argue with, so didn’t. She just counted down the remaining three hours and fifteen minutes before she would see him again; her heart fluttering in her chest at one o’clock drew nearer and nearer. She didn’t know what the hell was wrong with her; she was acting like a schoolgirl with a teenage crush all over again because of a man she had only met the previous night. But she just couldn’t help it, and the way he kissed her; it just made her feel powerless to protest anything. And if she thought the kiss he gave her over the bar had been mind blowing, the one they shared outside once she was finished was enough to make her see stars.

And Shannon was also completely powerless to fight against the instant pull he felt towards Nadine, not that he wanted to of course. She felt safe somehow, he knew since she didn’t follow his former profession she was into him for him; not the Shannon Moore on the television, something he had dealt with time and time again over the past couple of years. She had a self assurance he found very alluring, he liked women with confidence in themselves. And he also found he liked ones who tastes of cinnamon too; very much.

‘I know it sounds crazy but I think I missed you’ he said, resting his head against hers. Her heart was beating so loudly she was sure he could probably hear it. What the hell was happening to her?

‘I missed you too handsome’ she said, stroking his cheeks and kissing him again, his arms tightening around her waist as her body completely caved to his. They were acting like old lovers rather than two people who had only just met, it was a kind of chemistry she would scarcely believe existed if she wasn’t experiencing it herself first hand.

‘Come on. Let take this back to mine’ he said, taking her hand and walking over to where he had parked his car. The drive took less than ten minutes and as soon as they were through the door their kissing resumed, lying on one of the large black leather couches in each others arms they just lay there and kissed and talked for what felt like hours. Four to be precise.

‘So what’s your favourite film?’ he asked, passing her a beer and opening another on his teeth.

‘You said you didn’t drink?’ said Nadine as he succeeded in pulling the bottle cap away with his teeth and taking a big gulp.

‘I said I drank sometimes actually. So, favourite film, name it!’ he said again.

‘It has to be by genre’ she replied before sipping her beer.

‘Horror’ he said predictably, since she had already discovered it to be his favourite, and that he had an obsession with zombies and vampires.

‘Nosferatu, it’s a classic’ she said, watching him smile.

‘Good choice, I like the fact it’s silent, it makes it so much creepier when you only got music to express the mood, know what I mean?’ he said, reaching out and stroking her arm.

‘Yeah, and also the part where he’s coming up the staircase and you see the shadow of his long fingernails on the wall, and the way he’s all hunched over when he walks too. It just really creeps me out and I love it! I love Japanese horror too’ she then said, her fingers reaching out to stroke his arm back.

‘Ha! No way so do I, I remember when I got the Japanese versions of The Ring and Jeff, Matt and a few other guys came over to watch it, and I swear to god I’ve never seen Matt so terrified in his life! He hates anything with a fucked up face so you can imagine how crazy the guy was going when the little bitch down the well came back and zapped peoples asses!’ said Shannon, really laughing hard at the memory of Matt’s face and twitchy actions as he’d watched the film.

‘I got that with Liv when we went to see The Grudge. She hid under her jacket for most of it, cursing in Spanish!’ said Nadine as they both laughed. And on they continued to talk, about absolutely anything they felt like conversing over.

‘So anyway, after the accident the doctors said he wouldn’t make it, but twelve years after they said that was the day he finally breathed his last breath. I really miss him, but I’m glad I got a chance to say goodbye to him’ said Shannon as he spoke of his father who had passed away five years ago. Gilbert Moore had been in a terrible car accident involving a truck when Shannon was just twelve, which he never fully recovered from. He’d fallen into a coma after surgery on his brain to save him, waking two years later and being able to communicate in blinks and a few words, surviving much longer than the doctors ever expected.

‘It must have bee real hard to watch, seeing him like a shadow of his former self or something like that? We kinda had that when my mom’s sister Annie had a brain tumour; she just got less and less like herself and couldn’t communicate with us properly. Towards the end it was one blink for yes and two blinks for no’ said Nadine, remembering poor Aunt Annie in the rest home the previous year just before she’d passed.

‘Yeah we had a similar system with my dad after he’d woken up from the coma. It’s tough huh, but hey could have been worse for you, could have been your daddy it got’ he then said, making Nadine have to bite down on her tongue. She’d have much rather it be her father’s life claimed by cancer than Annie’s. And for a minute, lord knows why, but she wanted to tell him. From everything she had learned that afternoon about him it just felt like she could, like he could help her if she told him, like he’d keep her safe.

‘And there will be a time in your life when you need to be rescued. And a man with blonde hair and tattoos will come and save you, and love you more than anything you could ever know.’ Once again the voice of the fortune teller in her head, and then her name out loud as Shannon gently shook her arm.

‘Nadine? You okay hon? You kinda spaced out a little then’ he said, smiling at her as she came out of her little trance and smiled back, feeling a little confused by what had just literally engulfed her, such a feeling of trust in someone she had known for less than twenty four hours. But there was just something about him, something that really got her mind turning.

‘Yeah I’m fine, its just that............... well it’s something you can help me with actually. I’m really not being kissed as much as I’d like to be and...’ was all she managed, silenced by Shannon’s lips pressing against her own, his tongue softly running across her cupids bow before seeking entrance to her mouth. It was the kind of mental switch off she needed, to think of nothing else right then but how good it felt when he kissed her. Those two huge arms wrapping around her and pulling her back with him as he lay back on the couch, kissing her until she really couldn’t stand any more without wanting to tear all his clothes off right there and then.

‘Are you sure you have to go right now?’ he said, standing on the front step of his house and kissing her cheek over and over.

‘Yes, I have plans to see Liv and she’ll kill me if I’m late’ said Nadine, her fingers stroking his ponytail, twirling the blonde and black strands of hair around each other.

‘So when do I get you all to myself again?’ he asked, moving his kisses around from her cheek to her lips.

‘Are you gonna let me answer or just kiss me?’ she said, laughing and leaning back only for him to lean in closer and kiss her again. Another kiss she felt herself get completely lost in. ‘Ohhhhhh god I’ve gotta get out of here before I jump his bones right here on the step!’ she thought as the kiss continued, the small flecks of stubble around his mouth catching her soft skin slightly.

‘Okay I’ll let you answer now’ he said, a satisfied grin all over his face which just made her laugh more. And he couldn’t get enough of listening to that gorgeous little giggle, one of the reasons he did things just to make her laugh. He’d read somewhere that laughter was the music of the soul, and really couldn’t agree more, especially when it was Nadine he was listening to.

‘I’m on early and late at the bar tomorrow and Saturday, so Sunday is my next free day but I take Sam out in the daytime to go and visit Alex, I’ll be done at about five though’ she said, feeling his hand move up her back under her top and start to stroke her shoulders. She was just about on fire by that point, feeling his hand on her bare flesh was about all she could take.

‘Alright, come right back here when you’re done then. And in the meantime I’ll call you’ he said. She gave him one last kiss goodbye and headed off home, needing the twenty minute walk to calm herself down a little before she arrived back at home. And also to ponder the reasons why the sexy blonde was getting under her skin as quickly as he was.
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