DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone in the WWF, if only in my dreams.
DISTRIBUTION: Slap my name on it and I'll be happy.
RATING: R
CONTENT: Sex and fantasy.
SPOILERS: Nope!
SUMMARY: A chance meeting turns into a powerful obsession.
Club 737 was packed as always. Kat had trouble making her way through the throng of people until she finally got to the bar where she wedged herself in between a couple of painted tarts to order her cranberry vodka. She took a quick look around and smiled at a swarthy Moroccan sending her naughty looks. He was hot with dark curly hair tamed with loads of gel. And that tight little body of his trapped in those beautiful black pants and that tight black sweater wasn't bad either. She smiled at him as she slid the money for her drink across the bar and turned to the dance floor. Her cousin Gil was already there, his bald black head bobbing to the music.
Kat chuckled. The club had been his idea. And she was glad. She hadn't been clubbing in ages and she was starting to feel a bit too old for it. But when she got his message after finishing another painful day at work, she'd jumped on the chance to do something different, to do something fun.
The music on the first floor was all right, but she was in the mood for something different. Balancing her drink through the crowd, she made her way up the narrow staircase. What she heard suited her mood perfectly.
Lately, she'd been in the mood to dance, not any kind of dancing but something sexy, the kind of thing you danced with a partner, something Latin that gave people naughty thoughts. And the pulsing beats of Enrique Iglesias's 'Bailamos' suited her mood perfectly. She set her drink down on a shelf by the window and hit the dance floor her arms up in the air. She didn't dance alone for long. The Moroccan from the bar quickly appeared in front of her. Kat nodded her approval and went into his arms. The second she smelled Cool Water by Davidoff on him, she was lost.
Adam stood at the bar, looking out to the empty terrace below. If he was to believe the tart he'd been stuck with, in the summer, both terraces were open all summer long. He gave her a complacent smile, secretly hoping she'd shut her mouth so he wouldn't have to hear anymore of her bad English. He turned away from her and took a look at the dance floor.
He smothered a smile as he saw Dwayne snapping his fingers while a quartet of girls danced around him, trying to draw his attention. But the most electrifying man in sports entertainment was in performance mode, which meant he wasn't going to give them the time of day. As for Jason, he was calmly ignoring the sexy bartender who was so clearly making a move on him.
Adam found himself envying his partner's ability to literally shut out the people who bothered him. He couldn't do it. Finally, he mustered the courage to ditch that ditz who wanted to have him hanging on his every word.
"I would like to be alone, okay," he said slowly, hoping she would understand his words. Adam watched, puzzled, as she brightly nodded and trotted off the bar. She apparently thought he wanted a drink. Well, a bad escape was better than no escape so he quickly moved to the other side of the room, hoping the bimbo wouldn't look for him.
From his new spot, Adam got a completely different outlook of the action. He could see the people trailing in and out of the second floor, the couples making out on the long couches, the girls in short skirts and knee-high boots dancing on the speakers. He saw people having fun and it made him smile. Then he saw a young woman coming his way. Well, not that young. She must have been 24 or 25. And although her clothes were very much like those of the tarts crowding the club, on her, it had class. On top of her platform knee-high boots and in a black skirt stopped a few inches shy of her knees and a midnight blue tank top that was only kept from spilling out what threatened to be a generous pair of breasts by a pair of tiny straps, she floated toward him, a seductive smile on her face.
Kat came to a halt right in front of him, and reached around him. Adam held his breath as she pulled her drink out from behind him. She sipped at the dark red drink, her eyes deep in his. She knew what he'd thought and she enjoyed it. Adam opened his mouth, searching his mind for a way to approach her but before he could say anything, a man appeared behind her. She turned to him and jumped into his arms, giggling happily.
Kat smiled at Marc and allowed him to drag her onto the dance floor. Three years ago, he'd worked for her and they'd both been violently attracted to each other. But because of her position as his boss, she'd held back. And she always regretted it. But now, considering how he ground his groin against hers and pulled her hips into his, he didn't have those regrets anymore and neither did she.
Adam watched her from afar, desperately wishing he could be the man who now danced with her. That man was lucky enough to be that close to her. It was as if they were sharing a breath.
Nine months later
Adam didn't know why he'd dragged Andrew and Dwayne back to Club 737. Jason knew but he remained quiet, as always. He'd been obsessed with that woman, the one who'd almost. well, her. He dreamt about her. She was on his mind 24/7. And yet, he'd never imagined her naked. It was insanity.
It was insanity, thought Kat to herself. All through her relationship with Marc, which had crashed and burnt after three months, she'd thought about him. And then, it had been the final nail in the coffin of their relationship, Marc had dragged her to a sports bar to watch the Stanley Cup finals on a big screen with his friends. While they'd all been spellbound by hockey, her attention had drifted to the wrestling extravaganza showing on a small screen a few yards from her. That's when she'd seen him. That's when she'd recognized him. The man from the club, the man she would have taken home to her apartment if Marc hadn't come up to her.
From that moment on, Kat had become a wrestling fan. She was on the Internet every day, finding as much information as she could about Edge, the man from the club. And tonight, she knew they were in town. She'd heard all sorts of rumors about where they were going to be partying after the show but in her heart of hearts, she knew that if she'd made half as much of an impression on him as he'd made on her, he'd be back at Club 737.
Adam was sitting on a couch by one of the terraces while the club owner offered them cigars. He was bored. He should have gone out with the guys from DX. These guys had a good time wherever they went. Then he saw the exact same tart from nine months ago, the same one who'd almost bored him into jumping out a window to the seventy floors below. And she was coming his way with what was supposed to be a seductive look in her eyes. Adam couldn't get away from her fast enough and started to make his way to the other terrace. Quickly, he walked to the outside bar and ordered himself a rum and Coke. He turned around and he saw her. She was slowly making her way out onto the terrace, looking around, as if she was looking for someone. Maybe she was looking for him, he thought wildly. And he was about to make sure she found him.
Kat looked around the terrace, feeling already defeated. Adam Copeland was not here. It was her hopes, her crazy hopes and dreams. She wanted him to be there but she knew, in her heart of hearts that he wouldn't be. That would make her life almost perfect and her life was anything but. Then a hand curled around her elbow as she turned to the terrace exit.
"Hi," whispered Adam.
"Hi," answered Kat, her eyes wide with shock.
"I remember you."
"Me too. I watch you on TV every week. RAW, HEAT, METAL, LIVEWIRE."
"Not SMACKDOWN?"
"I'm getting a satellite installed in a few weeks."
"You've been on my mind a lot too. What about that guy you were with?"
"He kind of did himself in. Took me to a sports bar the night of a pay-per-view. That's how I found out about you. Who you were, all that stuff."
"You didn't know when you met me?"
"I'm not into wrestling that much. Well, I wasn't."
"Now you are."
"Well, not into wrestling per se. I'm into you," she said boldly.
Adam smiled and Kat's knees almost buckled from under her. This was the smile, the one that drove her out of her mind. That's when she asked him something that shocked her as much as it filled him with joy.
"You want to come over to my place?"
Adam put Kat's hand in his and dragged her over to where Jason was drinking a beer, calmly ignoring the twits surrounding him.
"Listen," said Adam, shoving a twit out of his way, "I made plans for tonight so you guys don't have to wait for me, all right?"
Jason looked over his shoulder and saw Kat standing there, fiddling with the strap of her dress. He smiled that enigmatic smile of his, nodded at Adam and went back to drinking and ignoring. As Adam dragged her to the first elevator banks, Kat was aware of the looks they were getting, the tall attractive blond god with the body to die for, dragging a tall black girl whose body could be described as voluptuous at best. As Adam stood in front of her, her hand lost in his, she wondered if this was right. She wondered if he wanted her.
Before she could come up with a satisfying answer, he was pulling her into a tiny little cabin, the doors swishing closed in front of them. He looked at her again and smiled that smile.
"Is it really me you want?" she asked softly. "I'm not the prettiest girl, or the most beautiful. And I am kind of fat."
"Oh, it's you I want all right," he said right before kissing her. When their kiss ended and the doors opened, Kat didn't have much choice but to let Adam drag her in his wake. She was still in shock. That had been a good kiss, a great kiss, a kiss that had made her forget how cramped her toes were in those strappy sandals she'd spent way too much money on. When they got to the second bank of elevators that would finally take them to the ground floor, Adam pulled Kat into his arms, cupping her buttocks. She wrapped her arms around his waist and let out the breath she'd been holding since he'd come up to her in the terrace. They stood like that until an elevator dinged and a group of people came out. In that group of people, she recognized her cousin Gil who grinned at her over the head of whatever girl he was with that night. He was the only one who knew about her obsession and the only person who'd encouraged her to pursue it.
Adam and Kat were all too soon left alone in the elevator. At first, they stood on opposite sides, gauging each other. His eyes traveled all the way up and down her marvelous legs and he thanked whatever fashion designer who had come up with that beautiful dress she was wearing. It was a sexy little thing that ended a few inches short of decency but made the most of those inches. It was loosely draped across those magnificent breasts of hers and he was only too eager to uncover them.
Kat wasn't shy about observing Adam. Those black Levi's probably had never been meant as a sex toy but on his delicious body, they couldn't be anything else. As for that shirt, it was traditionally sinful. The wonders of raw silk, she thought as he stepped her way.
Adam didn't kiss her, unfortunately, but he did nuzzle her neck as his arms went around her waist. Her arms went up to his neck as she pressed her body as close to him as she possibly could. She bit her lower lip and licked the lobe of his ear.
"Tonight, I'm going to write my name all over your body."
And as if she'd known exactly when to move out of the way, Kat eased out of his embrace as the doors eased open.
"You coming?" she asked as she stepped out of the elevator.
This time, with Kat pulling Adam behind her, they made their way out of the high rise to the taxis lining outside. Kat jumped inside and shouted her address. Adam was too hot to wait and he pulled her into his lap. Kat went willingly and welcomed the feel of his mouth on hers. She opened her lips and gave his tongue a home and it delved into the deepest crevices of her mouth. Their tongues battled for territory and she started taking over the kiss when his hand suddenly made an appearance inside her dress, cupping her breast.
Kat's breath caught in her mouth and Adam didn't hesitate to take advantage. His mouth went straight for the tight bud of the nipple he'd uncovered. Kat's lips opened in a soundless cry as her fingers went for the long curls of his hair.
"Uh, we're here," said the taxi driver, doing his best not to peek.
Adam shoved a crumpled bill into his waiting hand and escorted Kat out of the car.
"Where's your apartment?" he asked.
"Here."
Quickly, Kat made her way to her apartment, Adam wrapping his arms around her waist and cupping her breasts as she fiddled with the keys and lock. Finally, she got the door open and they stumbled through it together, barely managing to lock it. The second the door shut behind him, Adam started to undo the zipper at the back of Kat's dress and helped her right out of his until she stood in front of him, wearing nothing but a pair of bright pink 'Hanes Her Way' panties and her shoes.
He drank in the sight of her and was upon her as quickly as his long legs could get him to her. He picked her up, slanting his mouth across hers in a bruising kiss that suddenly made her enjoy the pain that came along with it. With Kat in his arms, Adam started walking down the impossibly narrow hall to what he guessed was the bedroom. He found it and laid her down on the bed, only to find she'd had the time to unbutton his shirt down to his waist. He covered her body with his and went straight for her breasts.
He'd been right the first time, Adam thought. Her breasts were generous all right. He cupped one in one hand while he took care of the other one, fastening his lips around her free nipple, pulling on it as if it were a lifeline. Kat arched off the bed, her fingers running up and down his scalp, drawing him to her. With his free hand, he cupped her mound, his fingers digging into her through the cotton of her underpants. He slid aside the crotch, joy filling his body when her arousal dripped down his fingers. He sank a finger into her, bringing her to a climax.
Kat lay back on her coverlet, in shock. Her breath came to her in pants as Adam brought his mouth to hers for a kiss.
"You're stunning," he said softly, burying his face into her neck.
"You're not so bad yourself, Adam Copeland."
"I don't even know your name."
"Call me Kat."
"Kat what?"
"Does it matter?"
"Of course it matters. You've been on my mind for months now. I want to know everything about you."
"Do you really?" she asked bitterly.
"What's wrong?"
"Until tonight, I never thought of myself as a one-night-stand kind of girl."
"You're not!"
"Right."
"Kat, I'm serious. Ask Jason, ask anybody. Ever since I saw you that night, I've been celibate."
"I'm not some silly twit Adam," she whispered, desperately wanting to believe him. "Don't lie to me."
"By the same token, don't confuse me with those one-girl-in-every-town guys. I'm not. I'm the faithful kind, believe me. Why do you think I was at that club tonight? I was hoping to see you. Everyone is at Tokyo's or Dome. But no, not me. I dragged my friends here. Just so I might get a chance to see you."
"Really?"
"Really."
"I'm sorry. I'm not used to having guys like you. you know, hunks, fawning all over me. I'm usually too plain for their tastes."
"You're everything but plain," said Adam, "you're wonderful."
Before she could say another word, he cut her off with a kiss. Kat left all of her negative thoughts behind as she pressed her body against his. She rolled his body over so that he lay on his back and started to kiss her way down his body. She spent quite a lot of time working on the diamond hard nubs of his nipples, arousing them as he had aroused hers, making him grind his teeth as his fingers dug into her shoulder-length hair. Kat slid further down his body until her face was at a level with his crotch. She briefly thought about undoing his pants with her teeth but she was in too much of a hurry. Her fingers did the job in a matter of seconds, pulling the jeans down his legs and releasing his throbbing length from the confines of his tight-fitting cotton boxers. She fastened her lips on the underside of his penis, gathering the loose skin between her teeth, gently pulling at it. Then her tongue started a maddening circuit up and down his cock, engulfing the thick head in her mouth on every upstroke.
The feel of her tongue drove Adam crazy. The combination of her super hot mouth on his penis followed by the cold air made him buck his hips, driving himself further and further into her mouth. Yet, when he felt himself on the edge, when he felt himself almost overwhelmed by pleasure, Adam found the strength to pull himself out of the hot cavern of her mouth.
"Turnabout is fairplay," he said softly, quickly pulling her body up to his.
Kat barely had time to whisper a protest when Adam's mouth fastened on her mound through her panties. She growled in pleasure but couldn't imagine the bliss that exploded through her body when he finally pushed aside the cotton and penetrated her with his tongue. The series of orgasms that overtook her as his tongue made her whole body shake and quiver until his name was the only thing that came from her lips.
Adam enjoyed the sight of her body raked with the pleasure and sought to give her more. He tore the panties off her hips and slid into her hot sheath. Her body jerked upright and her mouth found his. Their madly bucking hips finally found a rhythm and they kept at it. Then Adam slid out of her and rolled her onto her stomach. He came behind her and slid into her from behind.
There was something so primal about being made love to in this fashion that Kat couldn't do anything but respond. Adam's teeth were on her neck, nipping at her neck when she reached a climax so powerful she fainted with its power. Seconds later, Adam exploded inside of her and slumped on top of her.
The next morning, Kat woke up to Adam's grinning face. And this time, it was for real. It wasn't a dream. He was looming above her, his long hair caressing the side of her face and her shoulder.
"Good morning sweet stuff," he whispered, going for a kiss.
"Oooh, morning breath," she giggled as he pulled away, pulling him down for yet another kiss.
"Hey, that's life. Last night was great."
"It was perfect," she confirmed.
"I want more," he said softly. "I didn't dream about you for months to have you skip out of my life as quickly as you came into it."
"That's fine with me."
"Can you follow me on the road?"
"I have a job, family, friends."
"Well, in that case, I'm going to spend my days off in Montreal."
"Okay."
"And maybe you can join me for some house shows."
"That sounds great."
Adam lay on his back on the bed, pulling Kat into his arms. As the morning light filled her room, he looked around the room. It was a fairly ordinary room but that was a very funky wallpaper. He squinted a bit and reached for the lamp on the bedside table. What he saw made him swear up a blue streak.
"What's wrong honey?" she asked.
"That's me, all over your room, it's me," he whispered, looking at his face multiplied by thousands.
Kat's walls were covered with pictures of Adam she'd gotten in magazines and off the Internet. It was her shrine to him, in a way.
"What can I say," she laughed, "I'm obsessed."