Disclaimer: I don’t own Carmie… I don’t own Rob… but this story is all mine… and I don’t own anyone from the WWE either.
Distribution: Flights.
Spoilers: RAW from Nov 25th, 2002
Summary: Robbie makes his priorities clear.
Rob was laid out on the mat beside the ring, waiting for the all clear cue from the cameraman whose feet he could still see beside him.
“And we are… clear!”
While Hunter posed with the title in the ring, Rob jumped to his feet, ignoring the usual pangs of pain that rocked through his body, and started going around the ring to the fans and high-fiving everyone in the front row, thanking them for their kind words. But after five minutes, he called it quits and headed out back. Once backstage, he did the customary recap of things before rushing to the locker room and hurrying out of it, all the while laughing at Chris Jericho and Christian who were doubled over laughing as they reviewed their night’s work and their impromptu strip tease.
“Hey Rob!” called a voice as he walked out of the locker room.
“Hey what’s up Shane?”
“I guess you’re hurrying to see my sister?”
“Well, you guys are the ones who thought making me work on my wife’s birthday would be a good idea, so yeah, I’m hurrying to see your sister.”
“Bitter Rob?”
“Let’s just say that at this moment, I’d rather be with her than with you.”
“Oh come on, I thought I was everybody’s favorite McMahon?”
“Only when your sister’s not around. Anyhow, what can I do for you man?”
“I just wanted to let you know that you did a great job out there tonight. You and Shawn had a good match going.”
“Thanks. Uh, can I go now?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Shane chuckled, “Go… go!”
Rob started to leave when JR came around the corner, “Rob Van Dam, just the man I wanted to see.”
Shane laughed at the look on his brother-in-law’s rolling eyes and pushed him toward the parking lot, “Hurry home, I’ll cover for you with JR.”
“You’re the man Shane.”
“Enough to be your favorite McMahon?”
“Not even close.”
Behind the wheel of her new car, a present from her daddy, Carm waited for her husband in the parking lot of the Charleston arena, still wearing her business suit from her day of work, her ear pressed to her cell phone.
“You know,” she was saying, “this is bound to come out in my autobiography… the part about my awful big sister… probably some leftover resentment from me being born a McMahon and what not…”
“Oh give me a break… I do have a life you know? I work… and I work out and…”
“And if Sherrie hadn’t reminded you of it, you would have totally forgotten my birthday.”
“I need a little push sometimes,” Kat said, her tone not the least bit apologetic.
“You suck.”
“And Adam is forever grateful that I do.”
“I so didn’t need to hear that.”
“I know… how am I forgiven?”
“No,” Carm pouted.
“You are such a baby… a bauble from Tiffany’s then? I’ll pick you up Friday morning and we’ll go shopping?”
“You have gotten so generous since you sold three of your books to Universal.”
“I know. So Friday?”
“Sounds good. I gotta let you go. Rob’s here.”
“Ah… tell the darling I love him.”
“Never. Ciao bella.”
“Ciao.”
Hanging up the phone, the birthday girl turned to her husband and pressed her lips against his, running her fingers through his still wet hair.
“How you doing baby?” she asked him.
“Perfect.”
“Is that so? After getting your first serious bid for the belt interrupted by my sister’s idiot of a boyfriend and you feel perfect?”
“I’m with you, ain’t I?”
Carm kissed Rob again and started driving outside. As soon as they had cleared the arena, his hand curled around her slim thigh and gently stroked her, making her purr in response as she drove. Teasing each other, they held back from kissing until they made it to their Charleston house, purchased on Vince’s advice to keep their assets diversified. As soon as they were in the garage, Rob jumped right out of the car and went over to Carm’s side and the second her feet hit the ground, his lips her on hers and his fingers were busy unbuttoning her pants and lowering them. Still kissing her, his fingers sunk into her damp pussy, still clad in the black silk of her panties.
Naturally, Carm gave as good as she got, her fingers pulling on Rob’s hardened nipples and twisting them as he groaned his enthusiastic response.
“I don’t want to wait,” he muttered against her neck, “I can’t baby…”
“What did you have in mind?” she asked playfully.
Rob’s eyes scanned the garage and he stopped on one of the many gardening tools that were still shiny and new as he hadn’t been home long enough to use them. He picked up his wife and carried her over to the wheelbarrow and lay her down in its clean and shiny bowl. In one swift move, he whipped off her pants and flexed his knees until their pelvises were in perfect alignment. And then, with a fluid thrust of his hips, in he went, filling her until tears came from her eyes. Carm’s hands curled around her husband’s shoulders, as her legs did the same thing with his hips. As for Rob, he tilted the wheelbarrow and moved it back and forth, using the wheels to intensify his thrusts in and out of her.
An hour passed before Rob and Carm finally made it up to their bedroom. She lay against him, her hand pressed against his beating heart.
“That was nice,” she murmured.
“It wasn’t bad…”
“But Robbie…”
“Yeah babe?”
“Where’s my real present?” she giggled before he grabbed a pillow and started playfully hitting her with it.