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Simple As That	By : LadyRaye Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1542 -:- 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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Disclaimer: Don’t own WWE or any of the people that work for them. Oh how I wish I did -sighs- Sadly I don’t. I shall weep in my corner.

A/N: Finally! An update! It’s about friggin’ time. But yeah, been on the hiatus because of writers block and because for a short period of time I didn’t have any cable! It sucked. Believe me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please review it’ll get me to update faster! ^_^

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When Angel woke up the next morning, moving her hand to the side of the bed, nobody was there. She frowned as she slowly opened her eyes and looked next to the spot where Chris slept earlier that night. A slow smile came across her face as she remembered the first time, how they fell asleep in one another’s arms and how he slowly woke her up with a kiss to the back of her neck. Laying on her back she tucked the sheet around her tightly and slowly stretched out, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Rolling her neck a little, she winced. Obviously, she had slept wrong. Slowly sitting up she clung to the sheet as she tried moving her neck a little more.

“Ow.” She whimpered, feeling the tightness of the muscle. With a deep sigh sloselosed her eyes a moment, half tempted to crawl back into bed and forget that the world was moving around her. Rolling her shoulders she opened her eyes, only to find her warm robe being held out in front of her. eyeseyes widened a bit as she looked up, meeting the crystal blue soft gaze of her lover. She smiled slowly, “You stayed.” Chris laughed and shook his head.

“Why the hell wouldn’t I?” He asked, holding her robe out for her. He had slipped on a pair of boxers and sweats when he’d woken up and now they hung low on his lips, his knee, wrapped up. He wrapped the robe around her tightly as she slipped her arms inside of it and he lightly kissed her neck.

“I wasn’t sure. If you were going to leave or something.” Chris raised a brow towards her as he helped tie the robe in front of her, leaning forward he captured her lips with his. Tangling his fingers within her hair, he gave it a small tug as he tilted her head to the side. As he kissed along her neck, nuzzling in just the right spots, he moved his lips up against her ear, kissing there softly.

“Why would I want to leave? Last night was one of the greatest nights I’ve had in a long time.” He wrapped his arms around her tightly, “Besides that, I’m living with you right now. It’d be a little stupid to.” They both laughed softly and Angel rested her head against his shoulder. “When’s Mia supposed to get back?” Angel raised a brow and looked up at him.

“How would I know? You’re the one that sent my daughter off with her aunt. So how would I know when she’s supposed to come back?” Angel smiled and shook her head as she leaned her head against his shoulder and then looked up , “You hungry?” she asked softly. Chris slowly smirked and shook his head.

“Yeah, but not for food.” Chris moved his eyebrows suggestively as Angel laughed, shaking her head. “Oh no…no no no!” She quickly broke away from his grasd tod took off running from her room towards the downstairs. He followed, at a slower pace of course, but he quickly caught up to her before she could open up the outside screen door. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled her neck as he pushed the hair away from her neck. She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes.

“Chris, as much as I want to…” She trailed off, “I’m more hungry for food than for you right now.” He stopped, letting his arms fall to his side as he stared towards her.

“You. Not in the mood for the King of the WORLD?” He stared at her in disbel sha shaking his head. “How is that physically possible?” Angel smirked and shook her head as she walked into the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients for making an omelet. Chris watched her with interest as she began mixing things together, cutting things up. He could get used to seeing in in his kitchen.

Whoa.

What the fuck?

Shaking his head he rubbed his eyes, as if rubbing his eyes would actually send the thoughts that entered his head away. Running his fingers through his blonde hair he shook his head a moment as he looked up towards her. A slow grin crossed his lips as he watched her and sat down behind the counter. She looked like some kind of sexy, no not Martha Stewart because that was just wrong, but some kind of sexy, person that cooked things.

“What?” Angel said, disrupting his thoughts, “Why are you staring at me like that?” She smiled slo but butterflies filling her stomach as he watched her. “Okay. Seriously, if you’re just going to sit there and stare the least you can do is chop up some ham, alright?” She handed him some ham, a knife and a cutting board. Chris grinned.

“Okay.” He started working as he watched her mixing the eggs up before she poured them out onto the sizzling pan. “Hey, you know what. You look like some sexy cook. I’d say Betty Crocker but, she’s always given me that ‘little girl’ feeling so that would just be wrong.” Angel raised both brows and laughed softly as she shook her head.

“What?”

“I told you, like some sexy cook that I would just want to find in my kitchen. Wearing only the apron.” He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows as he popped a piece of ham in his mouth, chewing it slowly. Angel couldn’t help but watch him as she took her eyes off the skillet for a few moments. She watched as he licked his lips and she felt a faint blush coming over her face. Immediately she turned back to the skillet, carefully watching the eggs cook. “Penny for your thoughts?” Chris grinned as he placed the bowl of cut up ham next to the stove as he kissed up her neck.

“Chris, you should,” Angel sighed and leaned back into his touch. It had been so long since she had really felt wanted, felt cared about, loved. “You should never stop that.” He chuckled softly, kissing further down.

“I don’t plan on it.” He slowly slipped his hand on the inside of her robe a sly, evil grin appearing across his face as she leaned into his touch, forgetting about the eggs.

“Hey Mommy.”

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“What do you think he’s doing?” Trish asked softly as she laid in Randy’s arms in their hotel room. Randy groaned and closed his eyes, resting his head against hers.

“I really don’t want to be thinking about what Chris is doing babe.” He laughed softly, “But I’ll tell you what I want to be doing.” He slowly ran his hand down her stomach when she pulled away, sitting up as she looked down towards him.

“Randy, this is serious. He’s a good friend of ours and I’m worried about him. We haven’t even heard from him since we left him in El Paso. Did he go home?” She bit he lower lip, “No he wouldn’t go home. Do you think he stayed there?” Randy sighed, pushing himself up on the side of his arm. Running his fingers through his hair he rubbed his eyes a moment and then looked up towards her.

“Baby, I’m sure he’s fine. But if you want, before we take off today I’ll give him a call, see what he’s up to?” Trish smiled.

“You would?”

“Yeah. If you want me to. But honestly, he’s probably fine, just staying in the hotel licking his wounds.” Randy pulled Trish’s hand close to lips, kissing them softly, “Guys have to take time for themselves, when they lose the thing most important to them.” Trish scoffed.

“Liar. Guys are guys, they just go for the next one ine.”ne.” Randy shook his head.

“No, not really babe.” He sighed and sat up next to her, the sheet falling dangerously close of falling off of his hips. “You don’t get it. When a guy finds his reason for existence or who he thinks is the reason for it he’d do anything for them. But when he looses it, he doesn’t understand what to do. He’s lost completely.”

“How would you know?” Randy smirked.

“Why do you think it’s so hard for me to go out to that ring everynight and pretend that I don’t care about that CLB’s hands all over you.” Trish laughed.

“Jason isn’t that bad!” Randy shook his head.

“On the contrary.” He grinned and quickly pulled Trish towards him, “But I know that you come home to me everynight. And honestly, that’s what gets me through that night. That’s what helps me be that asshole, I can be cocky because look at who I get to hold at night.” Trish rolled her eyes.

“You’re pathetic.” She tried saying as Randy moved closer to her, his lips so close to hers. “But, I love you.” Hinneinned slowly. The smile that made every female in the arena and around the world melt, the one that made her insides curl and made her go crazy.

“Yeah, I am. But I have everything I want.” He grinned and kissed along her neck before he pushed her hair to the side, he looked up at her, cupping the side of her face. “And I love you too.” Before she could reply, he captured her lips with his own as he pulled her close. They had time before they had to catch the plane, and Randy was going to make sure she wasn’t so worried about Chris anymore.

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A/N: For those that don’t know, Jason = Christian. Just a note ^_^ Thanks and please review!
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