All I Need Is You
Author: PaulenaK
Email:
toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:
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**
All I Need Is
You
**
”Going
somewhere?”
“Aha,” She
replied not bothering to look up from her packing.
“Going
somewhere…” He said again glancing over the three already packed suitcases on
the other side of the bed that he hadn’t seem from the doorway and added,
“…far?”
“Yah – ha,”
She had her
back to him still so she didn’t see his shoulders slump or the tiny pout of his
bottom lip.
“Very
far?” Was his next question.
“Far enough,”
“Don’t you like
it here or something? Has Edge been bothering you again cos
you know I meant it when I said I’d kick his lanky ass so bad he wouldn’t be
grinning for a week!”
“Or is it
Stephanie? She’s a real piece of work that one. I bet she doesn’t like being
the second prettiest girl in Evolution so she’s created some feeble excuse to
get you away from me– I mean us.”
He shook his
head as if contemplating the nerve of one Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley.
“That sound’s
so like her.” He added.
“You think I’m
pr-” She began, but again was cut off.
“It’s not me
is it?” He asked more to himself then to her and then went on to answer his own
question. “Nah, its not me – I’m perfect.”
He took that
moment to flex his manly boob muscles and smiled at the picture of perfection
he made in the dresser mirror.
“Nah, it’s not
me.” He continued to mutter to himself.
“What the hell
are you doing?” She exclaimed.
“You’re not
going.” He stated simply. “Whose gonna cook me funny shaped pancakes on the
weekend or slap me upside the head when I don’t mind my P’s and Q’s. Whose
gonna bring me hot coco when I can’t sleep and where the hell am I gonna find
another person who can hack into Hunter’s laptop! I don’t wanna hear another
word on the matter. You’re not leaving and that’s final!”
She left.
**
Randy paced
from one side of the room to the other. It’d been two whole hours since
“God you’re an
ass.” He said to himself and continued to pace.
He should have
gone after her as soon as she’d stalked off, he’d wanted to more then he cared
to admit, well to anyone other than himself that is – But he hadn’t and had asked
himself ‘Why’ over and over again. And then kicked himself
for the answer the tiny voice inside his head shot back at him.
‘Feelings’ his
mind had told him, specifically the ones he had for the little red headed minx.
She had grown from friend to something more in no time at all, at least in his
mind, but he knew she still looked on him as a friend and even though he could
handle her rejection he didn’t think he could handle her pity. So he had let
her go, opted to stay right where he was – In her hotel room. And all her
worldly possessions being still in that room as well was another plus because
he knew she couldn’t leave without her stuff. Especially the purple pig named
‘Gordo’ that now sat atop her pillow, a keepsake she had told him when he’d first
spied it. He moved to the bed and gingerly lay down on it allowing the scent of
“Yep,” He’d
told himself as he hugged ‘Gordo’ to his chest. “She’d come back.”
And she did… 6
hours later.
**
He must have
fallen asleep because one minute it was bright as anything outside and then the
next thing he knew the moon and the flickering of the TV were the only source
of lighting in the room and Willow was curled up in front of the telly watching re-runs of Scooby Doo.
“Hey,” She
said when he shifted into a sitting position and stretched his neck muscles.
“Hey,” He
replied groaning as his body protested to the movements he was making. “What
time is it?”
“Eight-ish.” She answered with a shrug and then
reached forward to turn the TV off. “We need to talk.”
He sat up
straighter then and couldn’t believe he was actually sitting on his hands to
keep them from fidgeting.
“I know.” He
began scooting forward a little on the bed. “And please let me start…”
At her nod he
continued.
“First I want
to say I’m sorry. I acted badly and I mean ‘Really’ badly,” He repeated putting
emphasis on his words. “Just when I saw the bags… and you… and leaving… I lost
it. I honestly don’t know what I would do if you left. I can’t imagine my life
here without you in it, please
Again
“You
silly man!” She
cried her fingers finding there way to his sides where she tickled him
mercilessly for being such a blockhead. “You silly, silly
man!”
“Hey!”
He squirmed.
“Stop!”
He squealed.
“Time
out!”
He practically
wailed, but she didn’t let up with her tickling until with one foul swoop he
hooked his arm under her and hefted her small frame up and over him. He turned
to see her legs in the air and when she came up she came up glaring but the
sight of him trying to get his breath back after her tickling spree brought her
amusement back twofold and she picked up a pillow, aimed and then tossed it at
his head.
“I don’t
believe this, I’m laying my heart out here and all you can do is laugh, tickle
and throw things.”
She laughed
again, just because she could before crawling down to the end of the bed where
he sat.
“Whatever
processed you to think I was leaving the WWE?”
His brow
quirked at her words and he looked at her as if she were insane.
“Ah…
hello? You,
packing, bags-“ His argument came to a halt when his
gaze fell to the bed which should have been covered with the contents of those
three suitcases he had emptied earlier’ but weren’t. “You’re not leaving?” He
asked confused.
She laughed again.
“Oh no, I’m
leaving alright.”
“I…
you… struth woman!” He cried in frustration springing up
from the bed to pace the floor. “What do you want from me, blood?”
“Nah, been
there done that.”
And then she
was kissing him. Him!
“Truth
She gazed up
at him and smiled.
“I am
leaving,” She confessed in all honesty and again his shoulders slumped. “The
nozzle on the shower head is stuffed so I’m moving across the hall.”
She couldn’t
help the grin that spread across her face at the mix of emotions that played
upon his face. First shock, then confusion, then realisation
and glee and then finally fury and it was that emotion he turned on her now.
“Why you…” He
began making a grab for her, but she ducked under his arm and sprinted towards
the door.
“By the way,”
She said pausing upon opening it only long enough to turn back and send him a
wink. “I love you too.” And then she disappeared from his line of sight.
“She loves
me…” He whispered an ear to ear grin spreading across his face. “Willow
Rosenberg loves me!”
“Yay you!”
His head
snapped up as she appeared again looking demure and very, very wanton like.
“Well gee… it
seems I’m having a little problem with my shower across the hall as well…”
His eyes never
left hers as he grabbed the end of his tee shirt and pulled it up over his
head.
“Anything I
could help you with?” He said starting to stalk towards her.
She smiled and
licked her lips at the sight of his bare chest.
“Why don’t you
come across and see…”
And he did
just that.