The Beauty of Suplex City [(DISCONTINUED)]

Chapter 18

The ringing of a phone woke me the following morning. I know it wasn't mine but when I tried to roll over to grab it, something resting on my stomach stopped me. I looked down to see Brock's arm placed over me and a small smile appeared on my face, I don't know why though. I glanced over to see him laying on his stomach, facing me, still asleep; but he didn't stay that way for long. It was as if he had a sixth sense because without opening his eyes he says, "Take a picture, it'll last longer." in a husky, deep, sleep filled voice. I had to bit my lip to stop myself from moaning because hearing that, made goosebumps arise all over my body and sent a shiver down my spine.

I blushed and looked away when I saw his smirk slowly appear, the only thought I had was that I wanted to kiss it away but I shoved that thought deep down. I tried to get out of bed but he pulled me back down and to him, "Where do you think you're going?" he asked as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I was about to reply but his phone started ringing again and I felt him place soft kisses on my neck. "Your phone's ringing again." I said slowly as I tried not to give in to the feeling of his lips on my skin. He playfully bit me and groaned, "I don't care." he mumbled then moved his kisses up from my neck to my jaw.

That's when he rolled us over so he was hovering above me, his lips mere centimeters from mine. We gazed into each others eyes for a moment until I gave in and breached the gap between us; pressing my lips to his in a soft, gently kiss. That's how it stays for a few moments but it quickly starts to become more of a passionate and hungry make out session. Brock rolls us over so I'm now straddling his waist, our lips never parting. He snakes his arms around me as I wrap my arms around his neck but before things could progress any further, the hotel room door swings open; causing me to roll off of Brock.

Brock lays there looking slightly smug as I try and hid my blushing face as my Dad walks into the room, "I have called twice, why haven't you picked up? We have things to do today before your matches tonight." he rants upon entry. "Maybe because I was busy." Brock answers with a smirk, "Doing what?" Dad asks with a raised brow. "Sleeping." I quickly say and thankfully Dad drops the subject, "Well get up, get ready and meet me down in the lobby." he says before leaving the room. With a groan, I slide out of bed, rifle through my suitcase for some clothes, grab my toiletries and enter the bathroom to get ready for the day.