One Shots - WWE Edition

Double Sided - Randy Orton

Randy Orton. The Legend Killer. The Viper. The Apex Predator. Call him whatever you want, but there is no denying that the man is a little intimidating. Not only because of his 6'5" frame, mostly because of his attitude. Randy is a man of little words. When he does speak you're almost compelled with every fibre in you to listen because it is so rare. There is something intimidatingly enchanting about him.

There is an almost unspoken agreement between us that he and I are together. In true Randy Orton fashion, that conversation was by far the most memorable one I've ever had with him. Or anyone for that matter. After hanging with him for a while, getting what I thought was mixed signals, I finally confronted him one day. Demanding to know what his feelings were towards me. His brows knit together and he narrowed his pretty blue eyes in honest confusion. "I thought you already knew that we're together?" My jaw hit the floor when he said that. Even today I still feel my heart speed up thinking about it. I was overjoyed, of course. But my mind still reels when I think about how many times he's assumed things silently. It's gotten better over the months we've been together. He talks a little more often. Not much. But enough.

I was returning from a victorious match with Summer Rae when I bumped into him on the way to my locker room. He stood arms folded leaning against the brick wall, looking up when he heard me coming. Damn he is so handsome.

"Great job. I told you it would be no sweat." His low voice sounded happy as he slightly disheveled my hair. He turned the begin walking down the hallway, entwining our hands silently as we did so. He looked down at me and gave me a soft smile, immediately earning a smile from me in return. His eyes fell lower and he pointed to my right hand. I held it up to look at it. On my pointer finger, and thin streak of red shone between the top and middle joints.

"Awww.... damn. One of Summer's fake nails must've caught me."

Stopping short, he snorted and disappeared through an office door, presumably the medic's office, returning moments later with a bandage.

"Hand."

I complied immediately and held out my hand to him. He opened the band-aid and took my index between two large surprisingly gentle fingers. He expertly wrapped the bandage around my finger so easily I barely felt it.

"There. Stop being such a ditz." He grumbled, knitting his brows together, before lightly bumping my forehead with his palm. I mumbled a "wasn't my fault" and he huffed to himself before turning to continue down the hallway. I couldn't help the tiny shy smile spreading slowly across my face. I held my finger up to examine the band-aid wrapped neatly around it. For some reason it still felt warm where his skin lightly touched mine. He's so harsh and cold at times. But he's so gentle and caring with me. Like his has some kind of evil twin that he let's everyone else deal with while he spends time with me. I truly cannot figure him out.

"Thank you!" I called after him. With his back still to me, he turned his head to the side a bit to offer a quick nod and he continued walking. I had no more promo's planned for the remaining hour or so, so I decided a nap was in order.

The moment I flopped onto my plush leather bound couch I almost instantly sunk into a deep sleep. It was dreamless, my body and my mind were so exhausted. I hadn't been sleeping well these past few days. No reason why. Just a bizarre and highly annoying inconvenience. I never heard my door open or the all to familiar snort that came afterwards. I did however feel the sudden soft warmth of something being tugged over me. A blanket, maybe. But I would be convinced it was a soft ultra warm cloud. I mumbled sleepily, half roused awake, and the fabric being pulled over me me froze immediately.

"Nooo..." I whined through the thick fog of sleep and I grabbed the warm arm that was pulling the cloud over me. I tugged it towards me and it resisted at first but complied when I mumbled in complaint. An unusually tall mass settled on the very edge of the couch parallel to me and I immediately threw an arm across their chest to pull them closer. A familiar manly scent flooded my senses as I started to come into better awareness. I would recognize the smell of that cologne without ever opening my eyes. Randy.

He lay there frozen until I tricked him into thinking I was back into a deep sleep by evening my breaths out. He moved slowly, centimeter by centimeter, until one big arm was underneath me.. curled so that his hand could rest on my hip. The other held my hand that was laying on his chest gently and my head rested comfortably on his shoulder, my face against the lulling warmth of his neck.

I mulled over how cute it was that he was so worried about waking me. I thought about the fact he was so gentle when he touched my hand earlier and fetched a band-aid without thinking over a scratch so minor. I thought about the fact that I never told him I was coming back to my room to take a nap, so he must have went looking for me. I thought about the fact that his first instinct when he saw me was the drape me with a warm cuddly blanket and tried to do so as carefully as possible so as not to wake me. I thought about how he was letting me cuddle him so closely and he was even returning it. My hand could feel his heart beat through his broad chest. It was rhythmic and strong.

Dealing with Randy's coldness is challenging at times. But moment's like these remind me of why I love him so much in the first place. He doesn't show his soft side often but it's so worth it when he does. I smile gently to myself before falling easily back into sleep. This is the side of him that only I get to see.