Chris awoke from a troubled sleep.  He hoped he'd not kept Rosie awake with his tossing and turning, then smiled as he realised a bomb could go off under her and she wouldn't wake up.  He got out of bed and padded over to the window.  Grey storm clouds were gathering over the horizon promising a deluge later in the day.  He sighed heavily glad to be home from what could only be described as a nightmare trip.  Just the thought of his meeting with Carly sent shivers down his spine.  He knew Nan was right when she said Rosie would have to be told, but he didn't want to upset the apple cart right now he had never seen her so happy.

He moved to the side of the bed and stood watching Rosie sleep.  She laid flat on her back; her dark hair was spread across the pillow, long dark lashes fanned out against her cheek.  The sheet had slipped down, giving him a tantalising glimpse of generous curves.  How he loved to rest his head against her soft bosom, her hand gently stroking his hair in an almost maternal fashion.  It was the closest to paradise one could hope to be.  Then he would start to kiss those curves and all maternal thoughts fled, replaced by a raging passion.

Shaking his head, he headed to the bathroom, deciding on the spot to go for a swim in the ocean.  Before leaving the house he left a note on the kitchen counter for Rosie, and then headed down the path to the beach. 

** 

When Rosie opened her eyes the first thing she noticed was Chris not being beside her.  Also noting that the house was dead quiet, she speculated Chris had gone out.  Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she glanced at the clock beside the bed.  Seeing it was nearly 9 o'clock, she hopped out of bed.  Glancing out the window, she saw Chris making his way up the path towards their house.  His blonde hair hung over his shoulders in wet strands and his blue and white patterned shorts rode low on his hips.  She ran lightly through the house to meet him at the back door.

"Morning sweetheart."

"Morning, rosebud."  Chris bent down to lightly brush his lips against hers.

"Would you like some breakfast?"  Rosie asked.

"I'll have a shower first," he replied, kissing her again before heading for the bathroom.

A few minutes later Rosie slid open the bathroom door to find Chris already in the shower.  She slipped out of her nightie and joined him under the warm sprinkle.

"Hello, again," she purred, running her nails across the hard slab of his pectoral muscle, smiling in satisfaction as the muscle twitched beneath her touch.

"Hello yourself," he smiled, pulling her against his slick body.

He placed his hands on her hips then stroked upward to her armpits, his thumbs brushing the side of her breasts as he went.  She gasped as he repeated the motion several times before he gripped her hips and moulded her lower body to his.   His mouth came down to meet hers, his tongue dipping into the dark cavern of her mouth where her own tongue met and parried his every thrust.  Her fingers moved up his body to entangle in his wet hair, holding his head steady as she captured his tongue and sucked gently. He groaned deep in the back of his throat as she released his tongue and moved her lips across his jaw to stop at his ear.  She sucked his lobe before tracing her tongue around the curves and whorls above. 

"Oh, baby," he moaned, cupping her bum as he thrust his hips against hers.

She ran her tongue down his neck, sucking gently as she went, and stopped when she reached his nipples.  No longer flat, they peaked as she licked and sucked them, the water cascading over his shoulder intensifying the sensation.  One of his hands held the back of her head, massaging her scalp as she lavished attention on him.  She gave his other nipple the same treatment before she tongued her way down to his navel.  She ran the tip of her tongue around the edge before moving lower.  Carefully avoiding the part of him that now stood to attention, she trailed light kissed along one thigh before moving to the other.  As she moved higher she stroked his tight butt, running her finger along the cleft.  Her lips stopped a hair's breadth from the glistening head of his cock as she licked the secretion off the tip before lowering her mouth to cover him.  His body bucked and both hands gripped her dark head as she licked and sucked; his gasps and moans filling the steamy room.

Rosie released his throbbing erection and kissed her way back up his body to his mouth.  Lips melded, tongues danced, hands explored, neither one getting enough of the other.  When Chris finally lifted his head he turned Rosie around and bent her forward so her forearms rested against the cool tiles and her bum thrust out.  He ran his cock along her slick folds then slowly thrust forward until he was seated to the hilt. He grasped her hips and rocked back and forward.  His mouth found the nape of her neck and his lips moved over her soft skin.  They moved together, groaning.  His fingers found her swollen bud and he manipulated it with slow, circular movements.  He felt her inner walls contract over his cock and he increased the tempo. 

"Oh god, Chris, that feels so good," she moaned as she reached her peak.

Chris gave a final thrust and spent, resting his forehead against her hair as he caught his breath.  "That was awesome, babe," he sighed.

"Always is," Rosie added as she turned around and kissed him lightly on the lips before grabbing the soap.   

***** 

That night as Chris and Rosie sat drinking after dinner coffee, Chris sighed heavily and sat back in his chair, arms folded behind his head.  "Babe, there's something I have to talk to you about."

Rosie looked at him over her coffee mug with raised eyebrows.  "What's that?" she asked, placing her mug on the table.

"I had a call from the head of Creative staff this afternoon about my storyline for the next few months and I'm not sure how you're going to feel about it."

"By that I take it you'll be heavily involved with Hunter then?"

"Eventually, but first I'll be battling with Dave and more times than not Dave will get the best of me."

"So what else is new?" Rosie laughed, "You're always getting beat up by the big guys."

"I know that but this will be the first time you're friends with the guys I'm getting beat up by, and it will be the first time that you'll actually be at the arena when its all happening."

Rosie considered this for a moment before replying.  "Well I imagine it will be a bit hard at first to watch you getting beat by Dave and after that Hunter, but I'll get used to it.  In any case it's not like I don't know its acting and I know anything you say to each other isn't personal."

"Actually that's not what I was really worried about.  In a few months time there will be an anti-evolution movement with Chris Benoit, Randy, Maven and I going pretty hard against Evolution and for once it will be us that have the upper hand.  Will you be ok seeing me dominate Hunter?"

Rosie cocked her head to one side.  "It might be nice to see HHH bought down a peg or two.  He's been so dominant for so long, it's about time someone showed him he's not invincible."

"Rosie!  You're talking about your brother."

"No I'm not.  I'm talking about a character.  Hunter is my brother, HHH is not, although sometimes I wonder just where one ends and the other begins."  After a brief pause Rosie sat straight up.  "Hang on; you just said Randy will be going against Evolution!  That means he won't be part of Evolution," she stated, wide eyed.

"That's the plan," Chris confirmed, "and I wouldn't have told you if I didn't trust you with that knowledge."

"You know I won't say anything.  You've just blown me away.  With this new movement happening, does that mean Hunter will drop the belt again?"

"Don't know, I guess it's possible."

Their conversation was interrupted by the ringing of the phone and Rosie hopped up to answer it.  It was Hunter so Chris stood up and collected their now empty coffee cups and took them to the kitchen.  When Rosie finished on the phone and entered the kitchen Chris was rinsing the cups. 

"Why did you disappear?" she queried, putting her arms around his waist and resting her cheek against his back.

"I just thought you might like some privacy." He replied as he turned the taps off and reached for a tea towel.

Rosie laughed softly, "What the hell for?  It was only Hunter ringing to check up on me.  I've got to tell you, it's really nice having a big brother but I'm still getting used to the 'just rang to see how you were going' calls."

"Guess it shows he cares and you didn't complain when I used to do the same thing when I was away."

"Well of course I didn't, I really missed you when you were on the road."

"So you don't miss Hunter?" Chris asked with a grin on his face.

"Christopher, are you teasing me?"  Rosie demanded stepping back and placing her hands on her hips.

"That would be an affirmative," he replied, still grinning.

Without warning, Rosie grabbed a peach out of the basket on the counter and threw it at Chris' head.  The movement was so sudden it whacked him square on the forehead.  Rosie doubled over with laughter at the stunned expression on his face as the fruit fell to the floor, leaving a gooey mess both on the tiles and Chris' head. 

"Right, this means war!" he declared as he grabbed the wet dish cloth and flung it towards Rosie.  It caught her retreating back as she ran towards the back door, flinging it open and disappearing into the night.  Halfway down the path to the beach, Chris caught up with her and swept her into his arms, holding her tight as he raced towards the water.  Rosie screamed as she realised his intent was to dump her in the surf. 

She held him tightly around the neck and kicked her legs but he didn't slow down, stopping only when the ocean splashed around his legs.  "Ok, little girl, are you going to be good or do I have to teach you a lesson?" he murmured in her ear as he held her as far away from his body as she would allow.

"Well that would depend on the lesson," she smirked, sticking her tongue into his ear.

"Don't say you didn't ask for it," he warned as he released her legs.  Rather than fall into the water as he had planned, Rosie wound her legs around his body, refusing to budge.  He tickled her ribs, licked her neck, nipped her ear, but to no avail.  As a loud clap of thunder sounded over head, Rosie threw all her weight backwards and they both toppled into the water.  Coughing and spluttering the two of them sat up, looked at each other and burst out laughing as the heavens opened and rain poured down. 

Rosie stood up and skipped a short distance down the beach, arms thrown wide apart, face tilted up.  "I love storms!" she shouted as she twirled around laughing.  Chris jumped up from where he was sitting in the water and caught Rosie in his arms and spun around with her. 

Out of breath and slightly giddy, they sat on the sand and watched as the lightning dissected the sky. 

"We've got to be crazy, you know," Rosie commented as she laid her head against Chris' shoulder.

"Mad as March hares," he agreed, dropping a kiss on her wet hair.

"Have I ever told you just how much I love living here?"

"Only about a hundred times, but I'm happy to hear it again."

Rosie got to her knees and straddled Chris' legs.  "I have never been as happy as I am living here on our beach with you but even after a year I still can't believe you bought our house just because I liked it."

"Like it?  Honey, you near hyperventilated when I told you I'd bought it, so I think like don't quite cut it."

"Well ok, maybe love would better describe how I feel about our house."

"It pretty much describes how I feel about you too, you know."  Chris commented softly running his knuckles down her cheek.

Rosie closed her eyes and leaned into his caress.  "It describes how I feel about you as well." 

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