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Cinnamon Girl	By : sugarkisses Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 4201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Edge/Adam Copeland. I am making no money from this. I only own my OFC, "Cinnamon Girl". This is a work of fiction!

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I take a sip of red wine and nervously look around. Adam and I, in jeans and t-shirts, are sitting in the middle of a high class restaurant, eating dinner. The grand dames and gentlemen around us are all staring, and I know that we’re only being allowed in here because of who Adam is.

“Cin, eat” Adam dictates, softly laughing at me.

“People are staring” I reply, turning back to my lobster.

“Fuck ‘em” he retorts, drinking from his own glass. “We’re here to eat”

My lobster is delicious: I allowed Adam to order for me. We’ve been talking about private things, getting to know each other beyond our sex life. I now know about his mother, the woman who raised him alone, often working two jobs in order to take care of him.

“So, Cin… ‘Night of Champions’ will be in Chicago… you going to see your family?”

“If they’re available… I’m a bit distant from them”

“I can’t imagine being distant from my mother… I talk to her at least twice a week”

I eat a bite of lobster and shrug. “I wish I was closer to them, but it is what it is”

“Is there a reason why you’re not close?”

This is getting very personal. Well, I had been wanting the two of us to get closer… I drink more wine. “It’s a long story”

“You not comfortable telling me?”

“No, I just… I don’t like talking about it. I had a stepfather who was very emotionally abusive towards me… my mother and sister kind of blamed me for it, said I should have stayed away from him”

“Cin” he breathes sadly, “that’s twisted”

“Yeah” I agree, drinking a gulp of wine. I shouldn’t, I’ve already drunk more than I usually do, but it just tastes so good. “I need to eat” I sigh, “before I get drunk”

“I have a feeling I’d like you drunk” he teases.

“Oh, really?” I lean forward, stretching my left leg towards him and stroking his right shin with my toes under the table.

“Cin… you tease”

I laugh, not caring anymore that people are looking. I have told him something personal and I feel accepted.

“I’ve never had a stepfather” he laments, eating a forkful of rice. “I regret that, but I wouldn’t have wanted one like yours: I would have punched him out for you”

“Mmm, I like that idea… big, bad Edge punching out my stepfather” I state, resting my chin in my hand.

Adam laughs and eats some more. “I’m going to have to get you dessert… you ARE getting drunk”

Dessert, a delicious piece of cheesecake, doesn’t help. I’m tipsy by the time that we leave, Adam keeping me from staggering by lacing his arm around my waist. He drives us back to the hotel and we enter: we run into some of the other wrestlers whom he pauses to say hello to, holding my body against his. I feel embarrassed, but secure in his grasp. He is quick to get us on the elevator and up to his room. Once inside, I lose myself, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.

I’m a bit shaky on my feet and we fall against the wall so that I hit my head. “Ouch” I cry, laughing.

“Aw, Cin… you okay, honey?” he asks, reaching behind me so that he can caress the back of my head with his right hand.

“You’re so sweet” I coo, gazing at him. “I love you”

Oh god, I hadn’t meant to say that. I know how he feels about love, and although he has said that I’m his girl, he hasn’t said anything near to “I love you”.

He seems frozen, my words hitting him hard as he looks at me. “Cin…”

“Oh shit” I respond, clapping my hand over my mouth. “Ignore me… I’m drunk…”

“Cin… I don’t know what to say…”

We stare at each other, silence blooming… until his cellphone rings. Eventually he takes it from his pocket and looks at it.

“It’s my mom” he breathes. “I gotta take this…”

I nod in understanding. “I’ll take a bath” I answer. I walk into the bathroom and close the door, swearing at myself under my breath. Stupid! How could I say that to him? I undress quickly and run some water in the tub, slowly getting in. I nearly slip, but manage to catch myself, sliding into the warm water.

Idiot! I think. Things were going great and then I had to mess things up by saying those three words. Now he’s going to feel uncomfortable around me. I kick in the water, slapping at it in my anger. What have I done?

There is a knock at the bathroom door, Adam slowly peeking his head in. “You okay, honey?”

“Yeah, I’m fine” I reply, still angry with myself. “Are you still on the phone?”

“No, we just talked real quick… I told her I was busy and she let me go. I wanted to check on you, you’re a bit wasted”

Great, now I had made him shorten a call with his mother. I’m slowly starting to feel like shit.

Adam enters the bathroom and sits down on the closed toilet seat that is opposite the tub, gazing at me. “Honey, I wanna talk…”

Oh, fuck. I’m not sure that I want to do this. “Adam, can we just forget it?”

He shakes his head. “No, baby… What you said… well, I want you to know that it means something to me”

“Something bad” I state, tears threatening. “I shouldn’t have said it”

“No… no, you have every right to your feelings, and I’m honored that you would share them with me” Adam pauses, running his fingers through his hair. “I just wish I had the guts to say it to you… you deserve that much, and I just can’t give it right now. I’ve been hurt too many times”

My heart aches for him and I start to cry. “Oh, Adam… I hate them for hurting you”

“Baby, don’t cry… it’s still in me, I can still love… I’m just asking you to hold on a bit and give me a chance. Will you do that for me?”

Oh, he really is sweet… “Oh, Adam… of course I will”

“Good” he answers, smiling. He shakes out his hair with his hands and looks at me. “You want to finish that bath?”

“Nah” I state. “I want to get in bed with you”

“Let me help you out, then”

I giggle as he lifts me up out of the water and sets me on my feet on the bathroom floor. He finds a towel and quickly dries me off, which makes me laugh. “Eager, are you?”

“For my Cinnamon Girl? Always” he retorts.

Once I am dry, he picks me up in his arms yet again and he carries me to the bed, tenderly depositing me on the mattress. He kicks off his tennis shoes and socks before removing his shirt. I still can see faint bruises on him, and I long to kiss them. Off come his pants and he climbs into bed with me… Pushing him onto his back, I straddle his waist and lean down to caress his marks with my lips and tongue.

“Cin” he cries, “They’re not that bad, I swear… I’ve had worse”

“I know… but you taste so good” I make my way over to his left nipple, teasing it. Adam shifts his body when I do this, placing his hands on my head. He allows me to nibble on him for a few more moments before he drags me up for a kiss. I can still taste the red wine on his tongue and it intoxicates me. I breathe into him, moving my hips backward to feel that his cock is hard and waiting for me. “Adam” I whisper, the fact that I’m tipsy loosening my tongue, “I want to fuck you”

“Yes” he retorts, sliding his hands down to my back. “I want you, baby”

Kissing him once more, I move my hips back and impale myself on his cock, feeling him slide deep inside of my pussy. We both cry out in bliss and I rest my hands on his chest.

“Oh, yes, Cin… ride me”

Mmm, that’s exactly what I plan on doing. Bracing my hands on his chest I begin to move, working my way up and down his cock. He feels so good inside of me and I tell him so…

“You feel good, too, Cin… so hot and tight” He reaches out and grabs my breasts, brushing his thumbs over my nipples.

His touch is like electricity through my body. I let my head fall back and my eyes close as I concentrate on the feelings running through me. He is letting me fuck him, letting me take my pleasure, and I love it.

“Mmm, baby, do you like me in your cunt?”

There’s that word again, one that I’m not too familiar with using, but I know that he is and that he likes it. “Yes” I reply, “I like you in my cunt”

“I love it when you say that” he groans, reaching up to cup my face in his hands so that I’m looking at him once more. “Say it again”

Heat flushes my face and chest, but I obey him. “I like you in my cunt, Adam”

“That’s my dirty girl” he praises, pulling me down for a kiss. As he does so, he pulls his legs up so that I can feel his knees against my backside, and pummels into me as we embrace.

I mew into his mouth, losing myself in the feeling of his cock and his tongue chasing mine.

“Baby” he whispers, breaking our kiss, “Ride me hard”

I can only do as he asks, moving myself over him with greater speed and power. I dig my nails into his flesh and cry out.

“Oh, yeah” Adam agrees, slapping my backside, “Oh, that’s it, honey”

I’m close, and I’ve no doubt that he is, too. I’m getting used to the little grunts and facial expressions that signal that he’s about to come.

“Adam” I whine.

“I know, baby… Look at me…” He frames my face in his hands, giving me a wicked grin. “I want to see you when you come”

That’s all it takes: I explode around him, shutting my eyes and crying his name. As my body spasms, I gaze at him: he has wonder on his face as he watches me.

“So fucking beautiful” he intones, his voice hitching as orgasm strikes him too. “Soooo fucking beautiful…”

I collapse upon him, fighting for breath as he finishes inside of me: he soon joins me in panting, his hands stroking their way down my back.

“Cin” he laments, bringing his right hand back up to caress the nape of my neck. “Cin… god, you’re good when you’re drunk”

I giggle at his words and lean up to kiss him. “I’m not drunk, I’m tipsy… and I’ll probably pay for it tomorrow”

“That reminds me” he states, his left hand cupping my backside, “Chris and I are driving to the next show site. You wanna come with us?”

“Can I?” I ask. “I usually ride with production people”

“I don’t think it matters as long as you get there… besides, plenty of people from production and what-not ride with wrestlers, you know, for company”

“Are you sure Chris won’t mind?” I query, nuzzling his chin.

“Already talked to him and he’s cool about it” Adam responds, moving his face with mine so that we kiss again. “Besides, it’ll make checking into a room together easier”

I’m not too sure about all of this: I trust him, though, and I know his intentions are good. “I…”

“Cinnnn” he sings, caressing my face, “Come with me. Please?”

“Okay”

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