"Mad props to Sean O'Haire for finding someone like Piper to help him!"
Ha. If Tazz only knew the price of that 'help'.
Still...it's been worth it. Almost. The last few months have been pretty much a whirlwind. I honestly never expected a push like this when they called me up out of OVW. Figured I'd end up at the bottom and jobbing for everybody and their uncle for a while before getting any kind of a chance to make a name for myself again.
Then Piper came back. I don't know what he saw in me, maybe he saw that I was willing to do anything for my shot. Yeah. Anything. He certainly took that literally. What, you think his little "He's mine! All mine!" comment tonight was just Hot Rod spouting off at the mouth? Not.
*sigh* I don't wanna think about that right now, though. I just won my first PPV match since coming back...I'm supposed to be on cloud nine. I would be too, except he's not here. No, not Piper, thank god he's gone off somewhere to do god knows what. No, I'm talking about Shan.
He wanted to be here, but he had a show in Cincinnati this afternoon. I understand, I do...but damn, I wish he could be here with me.
My little brother. Oh, but he's so much more. I love him more than anything in the world, everything about him just has this way of getting to me. He's such a little firecracker...I'd say Matt Hardy better watch out when Shan gets brought up, that cruiserweight belt has Shan written all over it. And he *will* get brought up. Soon, I hope. Piper's supposed to be working it out.
Hey, I'm not above doing everything in my power to make it so me and Shan can be together every day. What's the point of selling your soul, and other things, to the devil if you don't get something in return?
Man...Shan would kill me if he knew the lengths I've gone to these past few months to get to this point, and beyond. And I swear to god, deal or no deal, I'll rip Piper's spleen out if he so much as hints at the truth to my baby, or anyone else for that matter.
Fuck...I'm so tired I could fall asleep right here. My head goes into my hands and I just sit there for a few minutes, trying to gather the strength to hit the shower and get back to the hotel before passing out.
Knock knock
Aw man..."Go away!" I don't even bother looking up.
I hear the door open and groan silently. Only one person would ignore that order and come in anyway. Piper. Again, I don't bother looking up. "Not now, ok...?"
"Y'know, you'd think if *somebody* around here would be happy to see me, it'd be you..."
My head snaps up and I'm met with laughing crystal blue eyes and a grin that could power a city for a year. "Shan!"
He cocks his head slightly, still grinning, leaning back against the now closed door with his arms crossed over his chest. "Ah...so you *do* remember me...had me worried for a minute, babe."
I can't even find the words, so I don't bother, standing up and striding across to him and dragging him in for a tight hug, burying my face in his neck and just breathing him in, like someone who's been underwater too long. He's my oxygen.
"Whoa..." he chuckles, hugging me back, turning his face slightly to place soft, tickling kisses on my throat. "Hey..."
I give him a squeeze. "Hey."
Pulling back, I look down at him and, where I was exhausted a few seconds ago, suddenly I feel completely awake, wired even. He is so beautiful, a dark blue doo-rag covering his blonde, spiky hair, crystal blue eyes sparkling up at me, a knowing, sexy little smirk curving his lips. Damn.
I shake from my erotic thoughts for a moment. "What are you doing here?? What about your show?"
He shrugs. "My match was first up...so I left right after, caught the first flight." he looks down, then back up at me, no longer smiling. "Sorry I missed your match...I tried to get here as fast as I could..."
I cut him off with a soft kiss. "Don't...god, Shan, I missed you so much! Fuck the match..."
He smiles and leans up to brush an answering kiss across my lips, sending shivers down my spine as his tongue slips out to just barely drag across my mouth. "I missed you too."
It's when his fingers come up to trail lightly down my throat that I realize I'm a fucking mess, sweaty and still in my gear, hair a tangled, sweat-slick mess. Ugh, not the shape I want to be in when I make love to Shan for the first time in almost 2 months. I break the kiss he's drawn me down into reluctantly, the little whimper he gives making my stomach clench hard. Fuck.
"Baby...let me hit the shower, ok? Then we'll go back to the hotel, order something completely outrageous and decadent from room service and not get out of bed until tomorrow afternoon."
He pouts just the slightest and damn if I don't have to dip down and catch those pouting lips in another kiss before finally pulling away, breathing hard and head into the shower adjoining my dressing room. Please god let the cold water help just enough to let me get him back to the hotel...
I'm standing under the icy spray, hands braced on the wall, head down letting the water hit the back of my neck, literally willing my cock to go down, when suddenly a pair of slick, elegant hands slide over my hips and I nearly jump out of my skin to feel Shan's naked chest and hips and thighs pressed against me from behind.
"Baby...how about a little hot water, huh?" his voice is a velvet whisper against my ear and I groan, reaching out to turn the hot water on, resigned...I don't really mind though, because whatever my baby wants, my baby gets. I'd do anything for him. Including making love to him hard and fast in the shower. Damn. I love him.
