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Randy awoke slowly, his eyes opening to near darkness. It was so warm in the bed, and he suddenly realized why. He remembered.
He'd brought Stacy back to her hotel room the previous night. The leggy blonde had been so upset... She'd broken into tears after the horrible night she'd had. It all came rushing back to him - Stacy's fight with Miss Jackie, the nasty blonde threatening her, Eric Bischoff's digusting tyranny. And Randy had assured her there was no way the asswipe of a General Manager could force her into posing for Playboy. He knew it was obviously illegal to sign her name for her - so there had to be a way to get out of it, perhaps even press charges...
And then, he'd carried her belongings to her room. The truth was, the young man hated seeing the blonde so upset - and he hadn't wanted to leave her alone. As it had been, Stacy had surprised him by kissing him in the doorway... And then, surprising him further, she'd asked him to stay the night. Randy hadn't been about to turn her away.
Their coupling had been so intense, and it had been the best sex of Randy's life - because it had been with *her*. She'd awoken some truly amazing sensations in him, and far more deep than the mere physical. Stacy was, simply put, amazing. His blue gaze softened as he fixed it on her. Currently, the leggy diva was sleeping soundly on her back, one long arm up, her graceful hand over her head and resting atop the pillow upon which her head was laid.
Randy smiled softly as he watched her sleep. She was so peaceful, so very beautiful. His heart swelled, and he knew all at once one very profound thing that hit him with a burst of clarity...
... He was falling head over heels in love with Stacy Keibler.
In her sleep, the diva sighed and suddenly shifted, turning over so that she was on her side and facing him. One arm went out, forward, as though she were reaching out for him. Another soft sigh escaped her slightly parted lips as she touched his chest.
Orton gently grabbed the soft, delicate appendage and gazed down at it for a beat. Then, shifting his eyes back onto her lovely face, he pressed a kiss to the back of the pretty hand.
Stacy made a soft, sleepy sound and roused. Her eyes opened slowly, and her breath caught in her throat as she eyed Randy. He was placing soft kisses on the back of her hand. His eyes were closed, and he appeared very much into the love he was showering on her. She smiled, a soft, bubbly laugh escaping her.
"Hey, beautiful... I didn't realize you'd awakened." Orton's beautiful blue eyes were focused intensely on her brown ones. Although it was still slightly dark in the room, she could feel the intensity of his gaze, and it caused a wonderful chill to race up her spine. God, he was a beautiful man.
"I just did - just now," she said softly. She marveled at the sheer closeness of their still nude bodies - they hadn't bothered to get into their pajamas or anything after what had happened between them last night. It felt so good, so... right. And by God, she couldn't think of a single other thing at that moment aside from taking him yet again. She noticed a pleasant, floaty feeling in her stomach from the mere thought of it.
"You know," Randy admitted sheepishly, "you really took me by surprise last night." A bright smile touched his lips.
Stacy giggled girlishly.
"Well, I guess you can say I'm just full of surprises," she replied. And with that, she took it another
step further by leaning over to kiss him, her long body draping over his.