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TITLE: Breakdown in Evolution, 1/?

AUTHOR: sugarkisses

RATING: NC-17

SUMMARY: Paul Levesque goes to check up on a female member of Evolution who has lost a great deal in the last few weeks. She’s dating Randy, but she and Paul have been attracted to each other since day one. Can this turn into something more than a one time fling?

DISCLAIMER: I own no one and nothing from the WWE, etc. I only own Miss Anne, my perpetual trouble maker.

FEEDBACK: Love it, crave it… will fight fire with fire if flamed!

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“Breakdown” ~ Melissa Etheridge
How could I stay
How could I breathe
There had to be more for me
Promises gone
Plastic and stone
I'm doing fine all alone

So you're having a breakdown
So you're losing the fight
So you're having a breakdown
And I'm driving and crying
Unraveled and flying
I'm coming to your breakdown tonight

I cannot run
I cannot hide
It came with me locked inside
The bough will break
Cradle will fall It only takes one call

So you're having a breakdown
So you're losing the fight
So you're having a breakdown
And you need me tonight
I found my place in this downtown
Salt air and yellow street lights
So you're having a breakdown
And I'm driving and crying
Unraveled and flying
I'm coming to you're breakdown tonight

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She was in a lot of pain and he knew it: and if she was in a lot of pain, so was he… She had lost a lot in the last few weeks. It started with the death of her good friend and continued as she slowly broke down before his eyes. He couldn’t stand to watch it anymore.

She was Randy’s girlfrienaul aul was the young man’s confidant and mentor, and had heard the details of their relationship. Her current job was to lead Evolution to the ring and help them in their matches, but she had been doing her best to wrestle full time… until Andrea had died on the way to a venue, the victim of a carjacking gone wrong…

Randy had called Paul that evening to say that he was worried about her, and Paul had responded out of concern: not for his protégée, but for her.

Sitting in her hotel room, Anne was half way through her second beer when there was a knock at her door. She got up from the bed and walked over to the portal, peering outside. Oh, man, what did he want? “Paul…”

“Open up, Anne… I want to talk to you”

“Paul, I’m really tired…”

“I said open the goddamn door, Anne, or I’ll knock it down”

She sighed deeply: she didn’t want to argue with him, and she knew full well that he could get her fired if he wanted to. Anne was only dressed in a robe, but she figured that it didn’t matter what Paul saw.

Unlocking the door, she stepped back and watched as he entered: he was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, and looking every bit of his alter ego in the ring.

“How can I help you?” Anne inquired.

Paul sized her up: her hair was a mess, her beautiful face looking abnormally worn and tired. Anne was a young woman of 24, with long black hair and dark eyes. She was nearly a foot shorter than him and so very tiny, with milky skin that looked horribly pale to him at the moment. “First thing you can do” Paul responded, “Is give me that beer”

Anne watched as he yanked the bottle from her hand, going to the bathroom and pouring what was left of her beer down her sink. “Hey, that’s fucking expensive!” she yelped, following him.

“Anne, you can’t keep doing this to yourself. We’re all worried about you”

She snorted and went to her mini-fridge, opening it and grabbing another beer. “Who is ‘we’?”

“Give me that goddamn bottle” he ordered.

Anne squinted at him. “What do you want, Paul? I know that I work for your wife’s company, but there’s only so much of this mothering that I can take”

“Mothering?” he repeated, moving closer to her. He took the beer away from her, along with the other three that were in her fridge, and drug them into the bathroom despite her protests, opening and emptying them one at a time.

“Hey!” Anne screamed, right behind him. She slapped his back: big mistake.

Paul dropped the two bottles that he had been emptying into the sink, the glass clinking against the porcelain as he whirled around. “Don’t you ever hit me!” he growled, pushing her backward: not enough to hurt her, just enough to let her know that he was serious.

“Just because I work with you doesn’t mean that you get to push me around!” Anne yelled back, moving away from him.

“Shut up!” Paul hissed, advancing on her. “Shut up and listen to me! You lost your friend, it wasn’t your fault! You’ve been abusing yourself, losing your edge… You’ve been off in the ring and you’re close to blowing your shot!”

“What the fuck do you care?” Anne inquired, backpeddling. She almost tripped over a chair, but managed to catch her footing. She was a wrestler, she was tough, but she was facing a very large, very muscular and very pissed off man.

“I care about you!” Paul yelled back. “I don’t want to see you self-destruct in front of me!”

“Just get out!” Anne yelped, still moving back: she backed into the corner of her bed and fell, hitting the carpet with a thump.

Paul’s heart swelled with sympathy as she began to sob: he reached down to pick her up, but she slapped his hand away. “I told you about hitting me” he gently reminded. She wasn’t going to get up anytime soon, so he knelt down beside her and reached out, trying to brush her loose hair away from her face.

“Don’t touch me!” Anne hissed, pulling away from him. “Don’t you fucking touch me!”

Paul gazed at her. “Baby, you haven’t let anyone touch you since Andrea died…”

“Because it was my fault, Paul! If I hadnotteotten us lost on the way to the arena, we wouldn’t have been car jacked, she wouldn’t have been shot and she wouldn’t have died!” There, she had said it.

“That’s bullshit” Paul answered: when Anne shook her head, he clapped his hand down on her shoulder and said it again, with more force. “That’s bullshit, Anne! It was an accident! I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve gotten lost over the years… It just happened and I want you to forgive yourself”

“No, it’s my fault” she whined.

“No” Paul denied, moving his hands up so that they framed her face. “Listen, I want you to do something for me”

Anne sniffled. “What?”

Sitting down beside her, he gave her a tender smile . “I’m going to put you on my lap… and I want you to let me hold you for a while”

“No, Paul… No, I can’t…”

“You can and you will” he ordered. “Either I get to hold you or I’m going to sit on you: either way, you’re getting a good cry out of your system”

Anne stared at him, unsure of what to do… As Paul picked her tiny frame up and placed her on his lap, she didn’t fight him.

“Like I said, I know you haven’t let anyone touch you: I want you to get used to it again, Anne” As he spoke, Paul tucked her head beneath his chin and wrapped his arms around her. “Okay now, baby… I want you to cry for Andrea…”

Her previous tears had stopped and she shook her head: she didn’t want to do it.

“You have to let it out” Paul soothed, stroking her back. “Come on, baby, I’m here, I’m holding you…”

“I…”

Paul began to whisper soothing things, telling her that she wasn’t to blame, telling her that she shouldn’t feel guilty. He said that she was a wonderful wrestler and that she should give herself a chance…

Anne was able to hold on until she felt him press a soft kiss to her temple, his gesture more loving than she had expected. His tenderness was too much… she began to sob, quietly at first and then more loudly, her tiny hands clutching at his shirt, her tears soaking the fabric.

“That’s a girl” Paul cooed, stroking her back. “It’s okay, baby…”

She cried until her lungs hurt, until her throat was sore… The entire time, he held her securely in his large arms, resting his chin on top of her head. As her sobs began to abate, he rubbed her upper arms and sighed.

“Feel better now, sweetie?”

“I guess”

Paul chuckled: she was a stubborn little thing, but he liked that about her. Sure, Anne acted tough, but she was sweet inside, no matter what she wanted others to believe. “I know, you need a little something more to fully relax”

Innuendo was something that she had gotten used to while working with Evolution: it was just what the group did. Still, her heart skipped a beat when she heard the flirtatious tone that he used. “Oh, really? And just what would that be, Paul?”

“It’s not for me to give” Paul answered, grinning.

Anne sat back a bit and looked up at him. “Maybe… but I think that you and I both know that as good as Randy is in the ring, he doesn’t have the experience to really give me what I ‘need’…”

Paul licked his lips nervously. “Anne, I’m married…”

She placed her hands on his chest and rubbed. “It’s up to you… but if you want me to get better, maybe I just need to get some ‘medicine’ from you every now and again”

Oh god, even though she was a mess, she was a hot little thing: Randy had told him about what she was like in bed, and every time that he heard the younger man tell his stories, he realized that Randy was having a hell of a time with her… yet he also knew that Randy didn’t know what to do with her sometimes. What Anne needed was a man, a real man…

“I would never tell anyone… Randy would be pissed, and Stephanie would fire me. My career matters to me, you know that… It would only hurt me if anyone knew…”

Temptation flooded him: she was beautiful. Paul couldn’t resist leaning forward and kissing away her tears. Anne sighed in response and reached up, pulling his hair free of its ponytail and knitting her fingers in it.

She was right, she couldn’t risk letting anyone know, and frankly, he could always tell Stephanie that Anne was out of her mind due to her grief… it sounded shitty, but he had learned long ago to hedge his bets.

“Okay, baby” Paul breathed, holding her face in his hands. “Okay… but remember that this is between you and me…”

Anne smiled in victory, nuzzling his lips with her own: his kiss was passionate and deep as he held her, his right hand sliding down and pushing at her robe. The white cotton fell from her shoulders, leaving her naked in his arms.

She rose slowly, offering him her hand: he accepted it and stood with her, using the chance to kiss her once more, his tongue mating to hers feverishly. She tasted of cmon mon vanilla with just a hint of the beer that she had drank before he arrived.

Digging her hands into his pants, she pulled his t-shirt free and brought it over his head, pausing to purr contentedly and run her fingernails over his chest. The action made him shiver with delight…Paul kicked off his shoes and socks as she undid his belt and moved on to his fly. He had gone out without his boxers, and he was glad, because the second that she had undid his zipper, his large and heavy cock fell into her hands.

“Holy shit” Anne mused, gazing down at him. “Jesus, Paul, you’re fucking huge”

He grinned and kissed her once more, pushing his hips forward so that his cock was pressed to her belly. “Bigger than Randy?” he asked coyly, grabbing onto her backside and squeezing.

“Fuck, yes”

Paul laughed and reached out, capturing her breasts in his hands. “You’re much bigger than Stephanie, too… and you’re real… Goddamn, you have beautiful tits, baby”

Anne managed to maneuver him backward and onto the bed so that he was on his back, his cock jutting up into the air. “God, I want to suck you” Anne stated. “I want to suck you until you come in my mouth and throat…”

“Mmm, yeah” Paul answered.

She licked her lips and climbed over him, smiling deviously. “I’ve heard that you tell Randy that you can come again and again… Is that a rumor or a wonderful truth?”

“It’s true, baby, totally true…”

“Good” Anne squeaked. She placed a tender kiss on his chest, trailing her lips down to his belly button and lower…

Paul gasped as she leaned down and nuzzled his erect cock with her face, her wet and soft lips brushing over his shaft. She licked the veins and ridges slowly, just wetting him.

“Mmm, baby” Paul whined, “That’s nice…”

“I’m just getting started” she mused, flicking her tongue over the head. She collected the moisture there and swirled her tongue around him before she gently suckled. Anne pulled her mouth off of him with a popping sound, stating, “Christ, Paul, you’re going to make me work, aren’t you?”

“Of course, baby” he answered, reaching down and brushing her hair over her ears. “I work you whenever I can, and now is no exception”

She gave him a devilish grin. “You’re going to like this, honey, I promise you”

Paul smiled back… his face contorted into a grimace of pleasure when he felt her mouth surround him, her head bobbing up and down. She listened to his gasps and moans, finding the pace that he liked best and using it.

Paul had been with his share of women in his life, but none of them had ever made him feel like this. In between his groans of pleasure, he chuckled. “God damn, baby, Randy was right… You’re a fucking cocksucking champ”

Anne moaned at his praise, the sound shooting through his cock in vibrations.

“Shit, yeah” he cried, his hips moving in time with her. “Keep it up, baby, and you’re going to get all the come you want”

“Yeah” Anne intoned, pulling her mouth from him and stroking him with her hands. “I want your come… I want you to shoot your load into my mouth…”

“I’m so close, baby” Paul replied, huffing with his impending orgasm. “Just suck me a bit more and I’ll give it to you”

Another devilish grin and she was sucking again, hard and fast. Her m mad made its way up and down him a few more times and then…

Paul felt his come well up and explode from his cock and into her waiting and eager mouth: she swallowed greedily. His eyes rolled back into his head, his spasms devastating ascallcalled her name: he came until he couldn’t give any more and he had emptied.

“Mm” Anne whispered, licking her lips. “Yummy”

“Oh, baby” Paul moaned, trying to catch his breath as she kissed her way back up his body, “Randy’s my friend, but he’s a miserable fuck for not sharing that mouth of yours…”

She giggled, which was a welcome sound to his ears. “Just don’t give me to Ric or Batista… you and Randy are another story, although frankly, you taste better…”

“Do I?”

“Mm-hm” Anne mused, stroking his chest.

Paul kissed her full and deep, not the least bit put off by his own taste. “Baby girl, I think I should return the favor…”

She smiled and kissed his chin.

“Saddle up” Paul ordered, slapping her backside.

“Sorry?”

“I’m going to give you what Randy can’t… Get yourself over my mouth, now”

Anne didn’t have to be told twice. Straddling his chest, she moved over him and braced her hands on the wall. Paul licked his lips and placed his hands on her backside, kneading her flesh as he leaned up. She cried out as his tongue ran over her, lapping gently.

“Paul…”

“You’re so sweet, baby” Paul mused, sliding his index finger into her. “Absolutely delicious…”

“Paul, you’re so good… oh, fuck, right there…”

His finger had found her most sensitive spot and was caressing it, pushing her towards release. Paul continued to tease her with both fingers and tongue, loving her sweet wetness.

“Ride my mouth” he demanded, “I want to feel you fuck my mouth”

Anne groaned and obeyed him, moving her hips back and forth and brushing her sex over his extended tongue. It was an incredible feelings in more ways than one: it brought her physical pleasure, but it also allowed her to dominate him in ways that she had only dreamed of. Randy certainly wouldn’t let her do something like this…

“Oh, god, Paul…!”

“I want you to come, baby… I want to taste your sweetness…”

Anne couldn’t hold on: she was overwhelmed with waves of incredible bliss. Her nails scratched down the wall, leaving tracks in the paint until she fell forward, her head resting on the plaster.

“That was so hot” Paul moaned, smiling. “I think it’s time that I give you the fucking you need, baby…”

“Oh, yes” Anne replied, allowing him to lift her and turn her around so that she was lying on the bed. “I’m safe, Paul…”

“I know you are, honey… Randy’s told me everything about the two of you”

She smiled as he climbed over her, craning her neck to steal a kiss from him. “Mmm… We taste good together..” she commented, alluding to the way that their essences mixed in theibracbrace.

“Yes, we do…”

Anne felt him position himself between her legs, the still swollen head of his cock pressing to her entrance.

“You want your ‘medicine’, baby?” he teased.

“Yes…”

“Tell me… Tell me how you want me to give you what Randy can’t…”

Anne ran her fingernails over his chest, loving the way that his pectoral muscles twitched. “I want you to fuck me the way that only you can… I want you to come inside of me after you’ve fucked my brains out”

Paul growled in agreement and slid into her, amazed by the tightness that surrounded him. “Oh, shit”

“Paul… Fuck, you’re big…”

“Am I hurting you?” he inquired, genuinely concerned as he stroked her face.

Anne shook her head vigoruously. “No… Oh, god, Paul, I need this… I need it hard and fast, so that it hurts… so good…”

“I fucking love the way you talk” Paul answered, grasping her legs behind the knee and opening her for him. His experience told him how she needed him, and he wasn’t about to disappoint.

His first few thrusts were slow and metered, just stretching her out around him so that he wouldn’t injure her. Anne cried out and kissed him, her hands digging into his hair. They were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat no
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Paul began to move faster, deeper, pummeling her unmercifully with his cock. She was wet and tight, perfect… He had never been with a woman who felt so good, and he loved it. Forget about fucking Stephanie, he could live with weekly trysts with Anne, it was so much better than anything that he had experienced before. The bed was creaking, punctuating the screams that escaped Anne every time that he was resheathed in her. Paul was bellowing with her and resting his forehead on hers.

“Fuck, Anne… I love fucking you…”

“I love taking your cock, Paul… You’re so much better than Randy, holy shit…”

Paul grimaced: his second orgasm was coming on fast and furious. He was certain that he would give her an immense dose this time and he knew she would love it.

“Paul… oh, god, fuck it out of me… fuck the sadness out of me…”

“Give it to me” he roared, nipping at her throat. “Give me your pain, baby… Give it to me and take your pleasure…”

Paul heard her whine, her inner muscles fluttering around him… She had to grab the sheets to keep from leaving nail marks on his back as she came, her entire body seizing up as she spasmed.

“Paulllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!”

Holding her close, he thrusted raggedly and shot his come into her, moaning until his throat was sore.

His hips stilled, and he collapsed upon her, feeling satiated beyond his wildest dreams, and realizing that he coget get used to this.

“Paul…”

“Hm?” he asked, rolling them onto their sides. They were both gasping for air as he kissed her forehead.

“I have a confession to make… One that might upset you, but I have to do it”

“What is it, baby?”

Anne bit her lower lip, afraid of angering him but knowing that she had to speak her mind. “Don’t get me wrong, I care about Randy, I care a lot, but… I love you, Paul…”

Pulling back, he grasped her chin and lifted it so that he could look into her eyes. “Baby…”

“I’m sorry, I…”

“Shh” he responded, silencing her with his right index finger over her lips. “First of all, Anne, you don’t ever need to apologize for loving me… It means more to me to hear that from you than it ever has from Stephanie. Secondly… well, I would think it’s pretty obvious, but… I love you, too, baby. I’ve loved you since I met you: you just have that ‘x factor’, and I don’t mean Sean Waltman’s finishing move”

Anne’s heart leapt when Paul kissed her once more, slowly and thoroughly, until her head was spinning. “Paul” she whispered, pulling back and pressing her face to his chest, “I hate to tell you this, but I think that I’m going to need more ‘medicine’… Like, on a weekly basis…”

“I was just thinking the same thing” Paul agreed, kissing the top of her head. “I think this is the start of something wonderful, baby…”

“Me, too” Anne answered. “Me, too”

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