Two days later Chris and Rosie drove from Tampa to Miami for Monday Night Raw.  It was nice for a change that Rosie was able to see Chris wrestle live and even better that he had been able to secure front row seats for her.  As per usual Chris was very tight lipped about what was going to happen on the show but Rosie noticed that he kept shooting worried glances her way. 

After booking into a motel Chris & Rosie made their way to the arena with about an hour to spare before Raw started. 

"Will you be alright here for a while?" Chris asked her as he deposited his gym bag in his locker room.  "I have to go see Adam about our match tonight."

"Sure, hun, I'll just wander around and catch up with a few people then I'll go out and find my seat." She replied.

He cupped her face, bent down and kissed her on the lips.  Rosie put her arms around his waist and held him tight lightly stroking his back.  Her hands moved to his tight butt and gently squeezed.  "Sweetheart, I've gotta go," Chris groaned as he felt a stirring in his groin.  "And if I don't go now, I sure as hell won't make my match later."

"I know, babe, I'm sorry," she grinned.

"Yeah and you look sorry too," he grinned back.  "Cheer loud for me!" he called as he walked out the door.

After checking her appearance in the mirror, Rosie headed out into the hallway in search of Hunters locker room.

She knocked sharply on the door that said "Evolution" and waited for Hunter to answer.  'Hunter' turned out to be the man-mountain Dave Batista.  Even in her high heels, Rosie didn't even reach his arm-pit.

"Hey there, little lady" he greeted her. "What brings you to the Evolution locker room?"

A very good question, Rosie thought to herself. Why the hell did I think that Hunter would be here by himself? THINK, girl, THINK.

"Hi Dave, I thought Nan might be here, but I guess she isn't so I'll….." Rosie was interrupted by a shout from Hunter wanting to know who dared to disturb them.

"Come say hi to the boys while you're here," Dave invited.

Before Rosie could utter a word, Dave grabbed her hand and led her into the main part of the locker room.  "Look who's come to say hello," he said, dragging Rosie out from behind him.

Hunter, who had his back to them, spun around with a sour look on his face.  His face softened momentarily when he seen who was standing next to Dave, before resuming its previous look.

"Well, well, if it isn't Jericho's number one squeeze," he sneered. She was not intimidated or insulted by Hunter's manner towards her, they had both agreed that no-one should have any suspicions about them and that Hunter would treat her in his usual surly manner.

"And one can see why," Randy Orton commented, a half smile on his face as he sized Rosie up from the pointy toes of her high heels to the soft brown hair tumbling over her shoulders

"Indeed," Ric Flair added, grabbing Rosie's hand and planting a wet kiss on the back of it.

Rosie snatched her hand back and pointedly ignored Ric and Randy as she addressed Hunter. "I was after Nan but I can see she's not here, has she gone to find her seat already?" 

"Yes she has.  As a matter of fact she's left her jacket here, will you give it to her?  I assume that your seat is near hers?" Hunter asked curtly.

"Sure no problem.  Hey is there any chance I could use your bathroom?  Travelling plays havoc with my bladder."

"Straight through that door."  Hunter pointed to a door at the rear of the room as he turned towards Ric to resume their interrupted conversation.

When Rosie re-emerged a few minutes later Hunter was by himself, grinning like a lunatic. 

"How was that for a performance?" he asked, wrapping Rosie in a big hug.

"Hunter, you deserve an Oscar for that one," she laughed, returning his hug. "But where's that cranky bastard that I left out here?"

"He left with the other guys, gotta keep the reputation in tact you know.  How are you, anyway?"

"I'm fine, but there's really something I've need to talk to you about."

Hunter led Rosie to the lounge and they both sat down.  "I know the other day I said we shouldn't tell Nan and Chris about us, but I'm finding it really hard not to tell Chris.  I guess I just hate keeping things from him."

"I know, I don't like keeping Nan in the dark either."

"Can we all meet after the show tonight to discuss it?"

"Sure thing."

They arranged to meet at a restaurant then Rosie left, grabbing Nan's jacket on the way out. 

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Rosie made her way out to the arena and found her seat, which happened to be right at the bottom of the ramp near the steps into the ring.

"Hey there, Nan, how are you?" she asked the redheaded woman sitting next to her.

"Rosie! I'm fine, how are you?"

"Great!  I…uh….ran into Hunter on my way out here and he asked me to give you this." Rosie handed Nan her jacket.

"Thanks, god I get forgetful sometimes!"

The ladies talked some more until the music signalling the start of Raw hit.  They cheered and booed along with the rest of the audience, but when Chris' countdown started, Rosie sat dead still, not even noticing Nan's amusement at her pole-axed expression.  Her heart swelled with pride as he stood at the top of the ramp, back to the crowd, arms stretched wide apart.  He made his way down the ramp and stopped right in front of Rosie & Nan to wait for his tag partner for the night, Edge.  As he turned back towards the Titantron, his eyes met Rosie's and he grinned broadly when she blew him a kiss.

Chris and Edge were taking on Randy Orton & Dave Batista.  The match was fast paced and action packed with the Canadian blondes working well together as a team.  All was going well until Chris ran into a clothesline from Batista and dropped straight to the mat.  Rosie's hands covered her mouth to stifle a scream as he lay motionless on the canvas.  Time slowed as the medics rushed out to attend him.  After checking his vitals and obviously finding them satisfactory, then transferred his lifeless body onto a stretcher and wheeled him backstage.

"Rosie, Rosie, are you ok?" a concerned Nan asked as she shook Rosie's shoulder to get her attention.

"I've got to go," Rosie mumbled, blindly pushing her way through the crowd.

She flashed her access pass to the security staff as she ran through the backstage area, the rapping of her heels echoing through the deserted halls.  As she approached the first aid room she stopped dead in her tracks.  Leaning casually against the door jam was Chris, a slightly bashful look on his face.

"Chris you're ok!" Rosie yelled as she jumped at him, her legs around his waist and her arms almost choking him. "I thought you were really hurt." she whispered as she covered his face with light kisses.

 "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you this was going to happen." A slow smile appeared on his face.

"And just what is so funny?" she demanded as she slid down his body until her feet hit the floor.

"I guess it's not really funny, but you were so worried about me.  It just gives one a good feeling to know someone cares so much." 

Rosie reached up and stroked his cheek. "Chris, I love you with all my heart.  I would be devastated if anything bad happened to you."

Chris bent down to softly kiss her.  "I love you too." He murmured against her lips. "And if you care to follow me, I'll show you just how much."

Chris let Rosie back to his locker room and as soon as the door had shut, he pushed her back against it, raised her hands above her head, pinning them there with one hand and covered her body with his. He stroked her from armpit to hip with his free hand as his lips found hers.  His kisses made her whole body tingle and she leaned closer to him, her breasts flattened against his bare chest. He rotated his hips so his bulging manhood pressed against her soft tummy.  His hand moved to her breasts, gently kneading each one in turn before moving lower to slowly ease up under her skirt.  His fingers found their goal, pushing the soaking material aside to trace the hidden folds before thrusting deep inside.  Rosie groaned deep in her throat as he thrust in and out then cried out when his fingers left her.

"God, you make me crazy," she growled as she pulled her hands free.  She stroked his smooth chest with her nails before leaning over and capturing one erect nipple with her mouth.  As she suckled him her hands moved down to stoke his hardness through his tights.  Her mouth moved down over his abdomen, her tongue dipped into his navel then continued its journey south.  She pulled his tights down allowing his erection to spring free.  Chris threw his head back and sucked in his breath as her mouth slowly engulfed him.  His hands tangled in her hair as she licked and sucked until he thought he would explode.  He gently lifted her and held her high against his chest. "Put your legs around my waist" he whispered in her ear.  She eagerly complied to his wishes and he moved forward until her back was flush with the door.  "Hold tight, baby, and enjoy the ride." He cupped her bottom and with one thrust he was seated to the hilt.  She gasped then groaned as he plunged in and out, the door behind her rattling in an age-old rhythm.

"Love me, Chris," Rosie pleaded as her lips found his neck. "Love me forever."

"I already do, babe, and I always will," he promised as he increased the tempo.  Rosie cried out as she reached her peak and seconds later, Chris joined her. 

Their bodies still joined, Chris carried her to the couch and laid her down, cuddling her body close to his.  Within minutes the two of them were asleep.

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