Title:
Satisfy
Author:
Kora
E-mail:
KrazyKora@aol.com or WinterViolet24@aol.com
Rating:
PG-13
Disclaimer:
The following characters belong to WWE and all the people and companies who
deal with all that legal stuff. I am simply using the characters for my own
twisted enjoyment.
Summary:
Lance Storm shows Miss Jackie what she's missing…
Author's
Note: I like Lance Storm! He's so friggin' adorable! *_* Especially when he
comes out be-bopping to his new entrance music! I decided he needed a girl and
this was who came up!
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Miss
Jackie continued to file her nails as she hummed a Christine Aguilera tune to
herself. She was back stage at RAW and found herself surprisingly solo for the
evening.
Rico
had flown to Las Vegas for the weekend to meet with his hair stylist - he had
had an emergency - he'd found a split end! Just remembering it made Jackie
shiver. There was nothing worse than follicle damage - especially to Rico's
gorgeous curly locks.
Her
song reached its crescendo as she giggled in glee, examining her new nails,
"Perfect!"
She
looked down at her file. It was pink and shaped like a flamingo, its long sand
papered black legs coated in a powder white sheen. She wrinkled her nose,
shaking it in mid air a few times when she heard the roar of the crowd to her
left.
Once
again she had taken a seat too close to the wings, the noise from the ring and
its audience filtering back to her ears. Then she heard Lillian Garcia's
booming voice; "Here's your winner - Lance Storm!"
Jackie
rolled her eyes as the pops grew in volume. Storm? He was so - so…boring! She
hated to use Austin's phrase - mush less agree with it but it was suiting
towards the buzzcut Canadian.
Not
to mention he had dared to lay a rough, callused - unmoisturized hand on her
darling Rico! And yet the fans cheered him for it - supported him! The wrestler
they had once jeered now received praise.
Why?
He
was uncouth!
Not
like her Rico!
If
only the fans had more taste, more style - but then they did worship Austin,
the red-necked King, meaning they were all white trash-
"What
are you doing?"
Jackie's
head rose. She was unaware she had been so lost in thought. She looked up to
see a sweating Lance towering over her.
She
scowled, holding out the file for his view, "What do you think?"
Lance
merely grinned as he looked past the file and to her, his eyes appraising her
from head to toe, "Nice outfit."
She
looked down in confusion. Once again she was clad in a tight spandex outfit
that revealed large patches of her glowing tanned skin. This one was rainbow
tye-dyed and sparkly. She absolutely loved it and now this walking fashion
disaster dared to tease her, his voice suggesting his compliment was not
sincere.
"I'll
have you know this is the height of fashion, something I suspect you wouldn't
know a thing about! Now, please, go away, I was perfectly fine before you came
along." She hissed, waving her nail file in his face.
But
he didn't listen to her, his grin merely growing into a white-toothed smirk.
She tried her best to pretend like she didn't notice, keeping her vision cast
down to her hands but she could still see him out of the corner of her eye.
Finally she snapped, "What do you want?!"
"Nothing."
"Then
why are you standing there!"
"I
don't know, just felt like it. This is a free country, right?"
"Well
it certainly isn't Canada!" She snapped, thinking she'd made a clever
comeback. And even if she hadn't, she hoped mention of his motherland would
offend him and send him on his way so he'd stop gawking at her.
Well,
he wasn't gawking exactly.
He
was just…looking. Staring. Drilling into her with those intense eyes of his -
it was very disconcerting. Though she couldn't begin to place exactly why that
was. It wasn't that he creeped her out or that she even disliked his eyes on
her.
In
some ways she imagined she should have been flattered. She should be flirty and
mess with his red-tights-wearing-buzzcut-self but for some reason she didn't
want to do that. And for another more strange, important reason - she just
wanted him to stop staring at her because it made her feel…
He
shook his head, smirk still in place, "Can I ask you something?"
"No."
she bit out snippily, yet not making any move to leave nor stop him from asking
his question.
"Where's
Rico?"
Her
nose lifted daintily into the air, "If you must know, he's seeing his
stylist. A person you should think of investing in, Mr. Boring."
"You
think I'm boring?"
"Well,"
she muttered, tossing her long blonde hair haughtily to one side over her
shoulder, "If the shoe fits! After all, changing your entrance theme to
über techno and actually smiling doesn't
mean that you have grown a personality or something."
"Now
what would you know about my personality, Jackie? You don't know me. And it's
not like we've ever been out-"
His
implication made her brown eyes widen, "Are you suggesting we go
out?!"
Lance
chuckled and shook his head, "Sorry to get your hopes up, but no."
"My - my hopes!" she gasped, startled and immediately insulted. She
wanted to curse at him but refused to do anything so unlady like, she was
dignified! Classy! And she had every intention of letting him know that as she
hopped to her feet, prepared to prance off angrily, "You, sir, are - are -
oh you're not worth my time!"
She
was chagrined that she could not think of a better comeback to lambaste him
with but she was too flustered, too upset by his presence to really come up
with much of anything - oh if only her Rico was here! She was prepared to turn
and leave when Lance took hold of her slim wrist.
Her
mouth dropped open, eyes still wide, startled by his unexpected move, her skin
seemed to burn where he loosely held her. His muscular hand gentle on her as he
gave a tiny pull to turn her, "Now wait a minute, I didn't get to ask my
question."
She
looked at him, cheeks slightly pink as she tried to sound indignant but came
out with a breathy stammer, "I - I thought you all ready did."
"No
where Rico is wasn't my real question. What I really want to know is what you see
in him?"
"I
beg your pardon?!"
"Rico.
Why are you with him?"
"How
- how dare you!" she cried, drawing herself from his grip. He let go
easily but she rubbed her wrist as if it had been a great struggle. She stared
at him with defiant eyes, bottom lip jutting out, "My relationship with
Rico is none of your business!"
"So
you two are in a relationship?"
"I
didn't say that!" she bit out viciously, "But what we are or are not
is none of your concern! He's my friend and-"
Lance
held up both hands, "Whoa, whoa - I didn't mean to offend you,
Jackie-"
"Don't
call me that!"
"What?"
"Jackie!
It's Miss Jackie to you!"
"Look,
Jackie," he rubbed in the last
word, "I'm just asking because since I've been hanging out with Val so
much I've learned a thing or two about the ladies so I don't understand
why-"
"As
if Val Venis knows anything about a real woman!" Jackie scoffed, "He
hangs around whores and sluts! I am a high caliber female who wouldn't be
caught dead hanging around the tramps he associated himself with! And now, it
seems, you do as well and as such I can't be seen in your company lest I damage
my reputation! Now if you'll excuse me-"
She
turned and started to walk off, high heels clicking rhythmically on the floor
but Lance merely caught up with her, making sure he ran around until he stood
in front of her.
"Wait,
I wasn't finished-"
"Oh
I think you were!" she cried, outraged, "I will not let you sully me
with your rude questions and filthy presence. You're sweating all over the
place thanks to your match! You could get your icky perspiration on my outfit
and those sweat stains are impossible to get out!"
"You
know I was in a match?"
"Well
I was next to the wings-"
"You
know I won?"
"Don't
gloat to me, all right! The fact you won did not impress me nor will it get you
anywhere with me if that's what you are attempting to do! I'm on to you, Storm,
you're asking me about Rico because you're trying to - to - I don't know! Break
us up or something! Well it's not going to work-"
"Jackie,
Jackie, I would never dream of breaking you and Rico up, especially if you're
friends. All I wanted to know is why you are with him. He doesn’t seem the type
who can - you know - satisfy you."
"What?
And you are?"
She
could actually see the sparkle in Lance's eye, "Maybe."
She
gasped, "Why, you egotistical-"
She
raised a hand to slap him but not only did he catch it, he countered it by
diving his head towards his, their lips meeting. She let out an ear-splitting
squeal at his actions but by opening her mouth she only allowed his tongue
access.
He
drew her to him, his hands filling themselves with the golden locks of her hair
as he kissed her slowly, sweetly and while she had protested at first she soon
quieted, merely a purr of shock leaving her at his unexpected gentleness…his
unexpected expertise. Her own arms ended up weaving around his neck, her head
tilting slightly to deepen their connection.
A
sound rumbled from the center of his chest that she recognized as being one of
contentment - perhaps even triumph as he continued to kiss her. And she
couldn't get angry, couldn't argue or fight back because - as much as it damned
her to think it - he was right. This kiss was staggering, mind-blowing. My god,
how long had it been since she had been thoroughly
kissed like this?!
But
slowly questions and even thoughts flew from her mind as he continued his
well-tutored lessons with the fairer sex. Maybe Val Venis did know a thing or two. If he did, he had certainly passed them on
to his young apprentice.
Eventually
Lance pulled away, his lips leaving hers almost reluctantly, tongue tracing her
lush bottom lip one more time as if savoring its taste - wiping away the last
of her bubblegum flavored lipgloss.
She
touched her mouth with her fingertips, stunned as he looked at her and
shrugged, adding simply, "Like I said, Rico doesn't seem like the type who
can satisfy you. If you ever need help in that department, you know where to
find me."
With
that said he turned and left, leaving her breathless and staring after him.
Eventually her brain kicked in and she let out an indignant huff, lifting her
dainty nose into the air. How dare he! She would always be Rico's! Never any
other man's…Rico was her friend. Even if he didn't meet certain qualifications.
Even
if he didn't satisfy.
Jackie
bit her bottom lip and lowered her nose from the air, the prissy façade
dropping as she watched Lance walk away.
Hmm…Lance
certainly did satisfy…
And
it wasn't like she was tied to Rico in any certain way. She could still be his
valet, his friend and find a way to…take care of her own needs.
An
evil grin took her cherubic face as she turned and walked away, her heels
clicking rhythmically as she thought of Lance Storm, Rico, and her own future.
It was all in her hands and she would find a way to be satisfied. No matter
what.