| Quite the Small World, After All... |
| �Hey Reya, would you mind handing me that chair?� Willow asked, smiling mischievously with her arms hanging over the ropes. �Depends,� I reply with a similar glint in my eyes. �You plannin� to use it on Malenko, or Test?� Both were jerks, I just wanted to know who to go for while she was slamming the metal chair over the other�s head. �Guess.� I knew that look. I almost felt sorry for those boys. �Both!� I yell as I toss her the chair and slide into the ring to assist in the containing of repercussions. Of course, she didn�t really need my help. She can be a little spitfire when she gets going�according to Ares, of course. No one messes with the God of War�s Head Priestess. Except the God of War. Or someone with his permission. Willow slammed the chair into both wrestler�s skulls as they stood and stumbled around to face us. She threw the chair outside the ring, and we both threw ourselves onto our unconscious opponents, quickly gaining the 1-2-3. The ref raises our hands in victory and we climb out of the ring to meet our valets: Spike and Frankie. Of course, Frankie didn�t look as fabulous as usual, having put on clothes. But they were good clothes. Both of our boys were wearing leather pants�to match our ring attire, of course. Wills walks down first, and Frankie offers her his arm, like the chivalrous European that he is, and she slips her arm around his�demure as a princess. Which is fitting I suppose, considering her uncle is the Goblin King. As they were walking off with their heads held high, chins up, Spike and I locked eyes. I stuck my arm out, bit my lip, pointed downward and signaled for him to turn around. When he did, I launched myself at his back, and ended up with my legs around his waist, an arm around his neck, and one swattin� his behind, while I yelled, �Gid�yup!� As we trotted past the Oh So Regal Ones, Wills and Frank just couldn�t hold it in as they bent over, doubled with laughter, as they stumbled backstage behind us. Once past the curtains, the platinum blonde paused, and asked, �Where to, Milady?� �To the snack bar!� I yelled, loud enough to make the stagehands turn. �As you wish�� Oh crap. Whenever Spike says those three words, you just gotta hang tight, and hope you don�t get too traumatized. Sure enough� The snack bar was in sight. And boy, did it look tasty after that match with two such sour apples. There was a fruit platter with a big bowl of whipped cream in the center, a shrimp platter, and other various cookies, breads, veggies, and munchies. And I should have guessed what was going to happen. With an abrupt stop just short of the fruit platter, Spike launched me over his shoulders, face first into that big bowl of whipped cream. By the time I had gotten my head out of that bowl of whipped numminess, Spike was on the floor holding his stomach and trying not to choke. An evil smile came to my face as I started towards him, wiping the cream out of my eyes with my hand. I was about to flick the cream away, when I heard, �It would be such a shame to waste such�nourishment�� I turned and was caught in Jean-Claude�s gaze. �May I?� He asked, gesturing to my hand. My eyes were still locked on his, and I no longer heard Spike�s snorting. My hand raised as if of it�s own accord, reaching up to meet his outstretched hand. He took hold of my palm, slowly, teasingly, bringing my hand to his lips. His tongue flicked out to lick my pointer finger from root to tip, and then proceed to engulf my digit all the way. Someone bumped into me, and I shook myself. �Dammit, Johnny, why you always gotta do that? You know how sensitive my skin is. I�ll be shivering the rest of the night. Jerk.� He smiled and pulled my finger out of his mouth, which I had forgotten was there. The Frenchman just chuckled as I tried to reorient myself. �Right. Spike-revenge.� I turned to find Spike grinning. In which case I slapped him. Oops. Probly shouldn�t have done that, but I realized my mistake too late. Spike was with me when we learned that the Greeks considered a slap to the face as a come on�and had seen the results with Ares and Edge. The blonde wrestler couldn�t sit for a week, but was flashin them pearly whites the whole time. My eyes got wide as he brought his up with a wicked grin and a raised eyebrow. So I did the only logical thing. I turned tail and ran. I ran as fast as I could, and I knew he was playing with me when he didn�t catch me immediately. It was still hard to see with the whipped cream all over my face, so I guess it was really no surprise when I ran into someone. |