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"Another glass of white wine, please." I asked the waiter as I sat at the bar, waiting for my turn at karaoke. 

The wrestling matches were so much fun to watch and I could feel the grin on my face from seeing so many of my favorites. But the dread of Monday's work and the fact that I felt so lonely… It was time for a drink. Plus, the thought of asking my friends earlier if they wanted to come to the match or the bar crossed through my mind, as they had declined or outright ignored the invitation. Typical… 

I shook my head from the thoughts and took a sip of the wine that was in front of me now. The man at the mic was pretty good, and I tapped my foot to the song, softly singing with him under my breath. This bar was a good one- not only for the karaoke, but the atmosphere was relaxing and the space was pretty large. Plenty of room for singing and dancing, depending on the night. 

After everyone clapped, it was my turn. I put my wine glass down and walked to the center stage where the mic was set up. The karaoke screen was on the top beam, almost hidden away from most of the audience. Not that I needed it, I knew this song inside and out. 

And boy, I sang and danced my heart out. Singing was always a nice outlet for me- I wasn't particularly Broadway worthy, but I had passion. Something no one could take away from me. 

Once I was finished with the song, I wrote my name down on the list again with a different song, then made my way back to where my wine glass was sitting. Before I could take a sip, a higher pitched, Tennessee accent voice broke through my thoughts. 

"Hey there! You were great on that mic!" Followed by a few pats on the shoulders. "Can I join ya?"

I quickly turned around not believing anything for a moment. It sounded like Jimmy- and oh no it really was Jimmy Hart. I’m definitely not drunk enough to not make a fool of myself but I absolutely want this chance . With a dorky smile on my face, I softly say "Of course!"

Jimmy just laughs and hops on the seat beside me, asking the bartender for a non alcoholic Shirley Temple. "You want any more wine, babe? Oh and - what should I call ya?"

I immediately lightly blush and let him know my name before answering. "S-sure! One more glass and then I'll call it quits though, haha." As the bartender walked away to get the drinks, I pondered, "No alcohol for you?"

"Nope! Gotta keep these pipes workin' at all times and stay fit!" He smiles, his dimples showing up. Funnily enough, despite how dark it is at this bar, he's still wearing his sunglasses. And he's not wearing his loud suit anymore, just the black clothing underneath. The fun piano tie was still there, though. 

I didn't complain - this man could rock anything, including leather and vests- I quickly shook my head before my thoughts got away from me again. "That's really smart. Does that mean you're going to sing tonight?" My eyes eagerly shine. 

"Oh, I was thinkin' about it~" Jimmy replied playfully. "Not sure if I can follow up on your act though."

Once again, my cheeks felt red and not just from the alcohol. "I appreciate the flattery, but you could knock my socks off any day up there."

"Just because I do it professionally, doesn't mean you should sell yourself short." I tilt my head with a small smile, before shrugging. The drinks showed up quickly and he takes a sip of his. "Whatcha doin' here by yourself anyways?"

I scratch the back of my head sheepishly. "Ah… friends couldn't make it and they don't care about watching wrestling with me so… here I am!" I stupidly chuckle at my awkwardness. "You were great at the matches today, by the way."

“Why, thank ya, darlin’!” He sits up a little straighter. “Your friends are missing out on all the fun, and missing on meeting the great Mouth of the South - but that just means you and I can have more fun.” He smiles innocently and pats my shoulder again. 

I squint at him, trying not to let all the doubts and anxiety in my mind fester. The reassuring shoulder pats though make a smile creep on my face. “Mm. That’s true. So what are you doing here then? I thought ya’ll go out to drink together - unless I missed all those muscles walking in here.”

“We kinda all do our own thing - and I love hitting this bar when I’m in town. Do ya really think that those muscles would want to sing? Ha! Plus, the music and the atmosphere here are great compared to the dives they always wanna go to!” He proceeds to spin on the bar stool as I laugh. He laughs with me and then pokes my cheeks. “There we go! Now that’s a smile!” 

I laugh some more and shake my head. “I already saw why everyone wants you in their corner, but this really does seal the deal.” 

He puffs out his chest, proud of himself. “C’mon, the night is young- forget your worries for a bit you pretty little thing!” He quickly gets up and grabs my hand, dragging me to the microphone. 

“Huh- what?” I didn’t even realize his name was called, but I am beyond confused as to why he’s bringing me up with him. He hands me a microphone. 

“I’m sure you know this one, sweetheart.” He grinned that precious, mischievous grin before he started to do the talking intro to his own song, Eat Your Heart Out Rick Springfield. I immediately mimed the other phone and pretended to be the person on the other line. 

The song actually begins and Jimmy sings with so much energy, swaying and acting along to the song. I was mesmerized, until the chorus came up and he waved for me to join as back up vocals - and I did. I sing this song all the time when it pops on the radio and when I’m at home playing vinyl. It was the most played song of mine - I always wished there was a single. 

However, it was much nicer singing it with the actual singer - especially as his dances centered around me. He danced and spun, and he lifted my chin with a finger at the line She’s my girl, and she always will / be the only girl for me~ which made me almost stumble on my notes. 

The song continued this way, and I enjoyed myself immensely. The negativity in my head drifted away as I was able to sing and dance and be shamelessly passionate with someone - and extra bonus points that it’s with Jimmy Hart of all people. Once the song ended and he did his mock angry voice at a pretend Rick Springfield, we both bowed and gave back the microphones. The two of us headed back to the bar, but I was practically skipping. 

“That was AMAZING! How’d you even know that I knew that song?” I leaned my back on the bar, a little out of breath. 

“Oh, I had no idea! But the passion you had singin' earlier just made me really wanna sing it with ya - and I was definitely right about it being a lotta fun. You easily matched my energy, and that’s not a thing a lotta people can do.” He was beaming. “You were absolutely amazing up there!”

I flush easily at the compliments. “Well now that I’m all jazzed up - you wanna keep on dancin’?” I ask with a wink, knowingly referencing his old band’s song. He laughed and took my hand again, heading to the outskirts of the dancing crowd. He spun me around and held my hands as we danced. If anyone looked over, it would have looked like we’d known each other for years. He never let go, and if he did, it was only to move his hands somewhere else on me. His touches were oddly strong and with purpose, like he knew exactly what he was doing… which I’m sure he absolutely did. 

One thing was bugging me though. I lean closer to his ear so he can hear me, “Why don’t you take your sunglasses off?”

He snickered. “I look much cooler with them on, clearly!”

“You look like a dork, Mr I Wear My Sunglasses At Night.” I try to take them off him anyways, but he quickly grabs my hands and twirls me again.

“I’m sure you can get ‘em, just keep tryin'! You got this!” 

“Aw, c’mon!” 

I keep trying to grab at them now as he has a playful smile on his face. He keeps twirling me around and giggling, which gets me laughing. 

“Okay, fine fine, let’s just get back to actual dancing.” Before we do, he brings his glasses down a bit and winks at me. I immediately blush with a stupid grin. “Ah, I see now. You’re covering them so you don’t have hundreds of ladies on you at all times.” It's not like he wears them all the time when he's at ringside, but up close those eyes are dangerous.

He grabs my hands again with a smile. “Thank ya, darlin, but you sure you’re not talkin’ about your own eyes? You should have men swarmin’ ya!”

“Nah, I think I’ve got the one guy I want tonight.” I smirk - somehow my confidence is coming back purely from his... Natural hype? No wonder why his wrestlers seem to be extra on point when Jimmy is around. 

Jimmy grins back at me. “Well aren't I the luckiest fella tonight? I get to dance with such a gorgeous and passionate lady!" He caresses my cheek before stepping back and continuing to dance.

I can't tell if he's just, really nice or actually flirting with me. But there's no way someone of his great calibur would want me… right?

"Hey. Focus on the music." He smiles again as he notices me slowing down despite the music being upbeat. His hands caress my arms, and he manages to get me back out of my head again.

"How do you know…?" I trail off, unsure exactly how to phrase it without it coming off weird. 

"I deal with wrestlers- I know how much they beat themselves up. That's what I'm here for! Someone's gotta be the positive voice in their life. And it looks like you need one, too." He continues to smile and my heart keeps on melting.

"Yeah… yeah I do." I laugh a little. "They're really lucky to have you. Though, it also sounds like you're collecting us like little ducklings." 

"Then I'm lucky to have such great, fluffy ducky talent!" He laughs loud and brings me in and dips me with a smile. I smile back, but my face is still permanently flustered at this point. His face is so close, his mustache is practically tickling me-

Without another thought, I lean in and kiss him, seemingly taking him by surprise. He quickly kisses back. He tastes like mint, his lips soft and oh so delicious… As we part though, I lift his sunglasses up. And damn… those really are gorgeous eyes. They glisten in the bar lighting, and they're so soft and kind… which makes sense with the man behind them. I could easily get lost in them-

Before I could stare any longer, he puts his sunglasses on me. I blink, surprised. He whispers in my ear, "You're showing all your emotions on your face, darlin'.", before helping me stand back up from the dip. 

"I'm not sure the glasses are going to help how flushed my cheeks are." My hands are immediately on them, trying to cover the blush. Jimmy just laughs again and motions to head back to the bar for some water.

I kind of stumble on my way back, holding onto Jimmy's shoulder. "These glasses are impossible to see out of!" 

He softly laughs at me. "It's a learned trick! Look out the bottom of 'em and you'll get your footing back."

"I can't imagine running in these, oh my lord." I do as he says as I keep talking to try to get my heart rate to slow the hell down. Once we get back to the bar, I immediately lean over it, my head leaning on my hand. "Yanno… I haven't had this much fun in well… a really long time." He beams in response, his eyes glistening again. I try looking away, but he immediately moves my head by my chin to look at him again.

"And I've never seen anyone blush as much as you have, so you must be tellin' the truth. I don't just give my glasses to anyone, either. You're really somethin', yanno?" He smiles softly. 

"Oh, these are definitely my sunglasses now. I'm sure you have a ton on standby with how often yours are lost or stolen." I laugh and he laughs with me. 

"Are ya keeping track of how many times I've lost 'em? I'm gonna take back all the sweet things I've said about ya!" He obviously doesn't mean it as he laughs again. 

"How am I not supposed to? You running around or being ribbed- it's always hard to take my eyes off of you when you're on. I know I should be paying attention to the wrestlers, but you're so much fun and you help them out so well!" A beat. "Oh my God I'm rambling." 

Jimmy's snickers turn into laughter as he pats my shoulder and back. "You're a hoot, darlin'. You talk as much as me when you get goin' and that's a good thing! Gotta let all those thoughts out! Don't be shy!"

I look at him with a teasing grin before leaning over to whisper something only for his ear to hear. Finally getting the man to blush, I lean back, smug. 

"Oh." was his only remark, before he went back to his grin and leaned over to whisper back, his hand on mine. 

It was my turn to give him a one worded response, "Mmpf." I've been to this bar enough times that I know the quieter areas. I grab his hand and lead him to a tall booth towards the corner. It's barely a booth though, it's more like a secluded couch and table. I sit down and he sits beside me as I clip his glasses on my shirt. "Much easier to talk here without yelling over the music."

The musical man chuckled and mimed a microphone, "Now the two best singers in the whole place are secluded in their corner, whatever is gonna happen next?" He leans the pretend microphone to me. 

"Nothing safe for the viewer I'm sure. It looks like we're going to have to cut this segment out, Jimmy."

"Oh such a shame!" He pretends to fling the microphone over his shoulder before he eagerly wraps me in his arms. "Now… come a little bit closer… " 

"I can't believe you're going to use your own music to keep flirting with me- mmpf-!" He cuts off my sass with a short kiss.

"It's working on you though." Jimmy says confidently.

"I have no comment." I give him a short kiss back with a smirk. I feel his hands softly caressing my body and any other thought goes out the window. I pull him in by his tie, needing more of those lips on mine. The facial hair is something to get used to, but I don't mind- those lips are worth it. My hands are on the small of his back, rubbing soft circles as we keep kissing. 

It feels like I'm on cloud nine, soft moans escaping me occasionally from his body and his touch feeling so good. I pull away to catch my breath for a second and to see him looking at me with such desire. "Goddamn Jimmy…" 

He quickly reclaims my lips, his hand on my cheek now, occasionally slipping his tongue to lick my lips before going right back to intensely kissing me. My hand winds up on his thigh, softly gripping and stroking it. 

I'm not sure how long we were kissing on that couch, but once it was (mostly) out of our system, we sat there cuddling each other, his arms wrapped around me and petting my hair. 

"How long are you in this city for…?" I sheepishly ask, knowing how much they all travel.

"We're here for a week this time darlin'. Marriott. 809." He nibbles on my ear a little, sending a shiver down my spine. I can't stop smiling. 

"Yeah? I can spend more time with you?"

"Of course. How could I let my little duckling get away now?" 

I nearly purred, my eyes full of hope. "You certainly know how to turn a lady's night around- and the week. You do know I'm going to visit you as much as I can before you leave, right?"

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot." He kisses my cheek again. "You're a real fun gal- and not just because you give life renewing kisses." 

"And you're an amazing man- but I'm going to stop there before I make a fool of myself."

"Oh, oh no." He laughs before holding me tight and giving me light kisses on my neck. "Spill, sweet tart. Let me hear what you were gonna say! What did I just tell you earlier?"

"No, no!" I laugh and try to wiggle out of his grip. "I'll tell you later-!" He takes that as a satisfactory answer. 

"I'll get it out of ya, yanno." 

"Oh I know you will." I kiss him again before snuggling back into his arms. "You've got me as putty in your hands, Jimmy."

The night goes on, heavy kisses in between watching the karaoke goers and chatting. We laugh at the same dumb jokes and criticize whoever is up there. I forgot for a moment that Jimmy still has some mean bones in his body, and it definitely shows with his musical opinions. I absolutely adore it. 

People eventually filter out and the bar notifies everyone of the last call. At this point, I'm straddling Jimmy's lap, my head resting nicely on his shoulder as his hands glide on my back. 

I lean up a little to look at him. "The Marriot, huh? Do I have to wait until tomorrow or can we go now? I really don't want this night to end…" I bite my lip as my eyes plead with him. He grins before leaning to whisper in my ear again, gripping my hips.

" C'mon baby, light my fire."

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"Comin', darlin'!" I hear that sweet Tennessee voice come from beyond the door after I knock. It was the day after we first met and I'm incredibly eager to see Jimmy Hart again. He told me the room he's staying in while he's in town and that anytime after 8 PM is fine. 

So of course I show up at 8:01.

The door opens to a bubbly Jimmy. "Come in, come in!" He quickly ushers me in and shuts the door behind me. He's still wearing his suit from the promos earlier in the day. I kind of figured, so I dressed up pretty casually - but the clothes still hugged my figure and accentuated all my curves. He was definitely trying not to look. 

"You know you don't have your sunglasses on right? I can see you ogling." I giggle. "Like what you see?"

"Do I ever…!" The southerner hugs me, patting and rubbing my back before holding both of my hands. "I was thinkin' about you all day, baby." 

"Well that makes two of us." I kiss his lips, an immediate reminder of how wonderful they are. I grin and giggle again. I fully know what the night will entail, and it's got me in complete butterflies. 

"You really are somethin'. You that happy to see me?" Jimmy caresses my cheek before kissing me back. I eagerly nod my head and lick my lips. "Doll… you're wonderful. Let me get myself freshened up and I'll be right back. I just got here myself- I wasn't expecting to see you for at least five minutes after eight." He teases before squeezing my hands and making his way into the bathroom. 

I put my purse down on the table, then sit on the hotel bed and kick off my shoes. I look around the room to distract myself from my loudly beating heart. The room is surprisingly organized- was he trying to keep it clean for me or does it always look like this? I spot his megaphone and resist the temptation to play with it. 

I kick my legs a little. It's always a little… nerve wracking the first time with someone new. Especially this being a one night stand of sorts. We hung out a little at his hotel a few nights ago, but it was more heavy petting than anything else. He was kind and didn't want to take advantage of me even if I was just a little bit tipsy. 

It still feels like another notch in a belt- but I don't mind. To be able to spend any kind of intimate time with this man makes me feel incredibly lucky. I want to be greedy with him, I want more than what we had yesterday.

The bathroom door creaks open. His hair has been slightly put back in place and the jacket is off. Smells like he put more cologne on, too. "Hey baby, sorry to keep you waitin'." He warmly smiles and makes his way over to me. 

"Not at all- I'm the one being an eager beaver here." I sheepishly say as I look up at him as he stands in front of me. I can feel my cheeks heat up as I reach out to grab his hips, thumbing the top of his pants before making my way to the bottom buttons of his shirt and slowly unbuttoning them.

I can feel Jimmy's hands running through my hair as he chuckles. "You ain't kiddin'... I like that in a lady. A lady head over heels for me." 

He lets me unbutton it all, my hands running over his chest and down to his stomach, before I gently pull the shirt off him. He happily hums a little at the touches, then reaches to pull my top off. Talented little man managed to unclasp my bra one handed on the first try. Strangely, really hot, and the smug grin doesn't help. 

As my brain catches up with the situation I awkwardly and instinctively cover my chest and look away. Not even a beat before his hands tear my arms away. "Oh no, no hiding. These are beautiful. You're beautiful." He kisses each breast as his hands pull my skirt and panties down. On the way back up, his hands trail against the inside of my legs- I can't help but softly mewl.

Jimmy makes a satisfied noise before taking his pants off, then nearly jumping on me to push me down to the bed. He kisses me before readjusting both of us to be more comfortable, and then goes to kiss my collarbone and neck. My hands dance anywhere I can touch him, my body squirming at every kiss. 

"I see that if your mouth is pretty occupied, you don't talk as much. What a shame." I tease.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll still make plenty of sounds for you to enjoy." He teases right back and leaves a trail of kisses down to my chest. 

Jimmy is so soft with me, like I'm a fragile doll. And it was driving me crazy. Every soft touch, every lick and kiss continues to make me squirm and grip the bed sheets. No one has been this soft with me before, no one… worshipped me like this. 

"J-jimmy…"

He looked up at me from sucking on my nipple. His eyes had a shine to them, like I was the only thing that mattered. "Hmm?" His other hand glided up to grope my other breast as he continued.

"You're - you're too good at this… let me return… the favor…" I begin to move but he straddles me instead to pin me down, his hands caressing my sides and up my arms. 

"Nooo, let me take care of you~" He softly says as his hands continue to glide across my body. I can definitely see he's enjoying himself from the way his dick twitches with every moan I make, so I try not to feel too bad. His hands are surprisingly soft, despite all the work he does, and it lights a fire in me with every touch. Occasionally he'll slowly grope a bit of flesh- my hips… my rib cage… my arms… his hands reach mine and he brings one to his lips to kiss and nibble on each finger. I can't help but to keep panting and making quiet noises, my hips moving underneath him because the teasing is too much. 

I can feel myself getting so wet and I know he could slide in at this point, but he refuses to as he works on my second hand next - kissing and nibbling. 

"Baby doll, every inch of you tastes so good… I can't help but to take my time with you." He gently places my hand back down next to me and leans over to kiss my neck. His mustache tickles me a little and I giggle, before he caresses the opposite cheek. I just keep melting as he weaves a trail of kisses from my collarbone to my ear. 

I can hear Jimmy smiling into my ear, before he starts singing quietly- this performance is just for me, for my ears only. My hands quickly grip onto his hips as I stifle my moans to hear him better. 

"With a look in her eyes… that sparkle and shine…" His hips roll as he moves to the other side, starting at my collarbone again and working his way up to my other ear. "She knows how to use it… she's just that kind…" He softly blows on it and it sends a shiver down my spine. 

"Jimmy… you know how crazy I am over your voice… please please I can't take it anymore-" He smirks before quickly changing positions and lifting my legs up, my hips elevated a little and his member twitching on my entrance. My eyes are pleading with him as my hips move to try to get friction. 

"Oh I know how crazy you are for me and my voice, but to see you actually squirm over little ol' me…" He raises my right leg further so he can nuzzle into it as he looks me in the eyes. "Oh, sweetpea, you may be a goddess of love."  

I can finally feel him push inside me, easily slipping into my folds from so much foreplay. My eyes practically roll to the back of my head as I moan and grasp the sheets again tightly. He pulls my head back down so we're eye to eye again as our bodies are flush with each other. "Don't look away from me now, y'hear? I want those pretty little eyes of yours on me…"

"Fuck… yes, i'll try J-jimmy-"

He pulls all the way out with a loving, teasing smile. "No no, I need a 'yes I will' from you." 

"Yes!! I will! Please fuck me Jimmy!" I whine and beg, missing the feeling of being filled to the brim. His dick is nicely sized and curved just right, and I need it back inside me. He laughs a little before pushing in again, my eyes on him as I bite my lip. He finally starts moving, and he moves fast. He alternates from shallow thrusts- and before I can whine about it- he hits deep, relentlessly pounding into me. All I can do is unravel beneath him. 

He keeps trying to talk between his moans, muttering praise upon praise over how good I'm being, how good I feel, how my voice sounds like an angel's… it's almost embarrassing, but he's so genuine and endearing about it, I can't help but to smile like an idiot. And simultaneously jolts of electricity feel like it's coursing through me with every thrust- every feeling combined brings me to paradise. 

I go to cover my face with my arm because it feels like my head is just short circuiting. He doesn't need to see how much his… everything, really…is making me fall completely apart. The talkative man slows down his movements before pulling out again. I move my arm slightly to look at him before he quickly flips me over so I'm on my hands and knees. 

"If you're gonna keep hiding your face, I'll just have to do this instead…" Before I can even be sad about not seeing his face, he plunges into me again, forcing me to my elbows. I whine- but he grabs my hair and forces me up. My back is nearly against him as he lifts one of my legs to get deeper and holds my body up. He's at a nice pace, but the position is making me nearly scream. 

"I may be nice, but I can't help pushing buttons. And your buttons are deliciously fun to push, especially since I can hear more of that beautiful voice of yours." 

"How can you be so damn annoying yet feel so damn amazing?" I barely retort, my mind is swimming with pleasure.

Jimmy laughs that adorable laugh again before licking my neck and whispering in my ear. "Me, annoying? You seem to be liking it alright, darlin'." He punctuates this with a particularly hard thrust that makes me scream. 

"Yeah, baby, let that voice out- let the world know how gorgeous you can sound." He keeps hitting that particular spot over and over again and I can't keep quiet. I pray that these hotel walls are somewhat sound proof or that there's no one rooming nearby. 

Somehow, Jimmy wasn't smug about this- it felt like he really just wanted us to have fun and not think about anything for a moment except for what's happening now. I fucking love it. "Please… can I see your face again…" I sounded like a love sick puppy.

"Aww, you miss me, baby?" He teases as his pace slows down. 

"I'm just… so close… and I want to see you…" I bite my lip again, not caring how pathetic I sound. 

Jimmy smiles and kisses my neck. "I love it when my baby tells me what she wants…" It sounded like there was going to be a 'but' after that sentence, however he pulled out and let me down gently. I pant. I don't feel him trying to move me, instead I see him lean against the headboard with his arms open. I crawl over on top of him. "I want you to get off on me." He whispers into my ear again. 

I shudder and obey, lowering and taking him in again. I mutter a string of curses as I look at his pleased face. "I know I said I wanted to see your face again, but you could stop looking so smug." I'm slowly rolling my hips on him, my hands on his shoulders, trying to last longer, but it's hard. 

His hand caresses my cheek as his other hand rests on my hip. "I've got the prettiest girl on me, you can't blame me." He quietly laughs again and my body immediately reacts, getting tighter on his dick. He groans, and arches an eyebrow at me. "I know you said you like my laugh, but I didn't realize this much."

"Sh-shut up." I barely breathe out. "Every word and every sound out of that lovely mouth of yours drives me wild."

He smiles again and grabs my chin, "we should put our lovely mouths together then", and kisses me passionately, tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.

I can't take it anymore and grip his shoulders tight, parting from the kiss. I chant his name like a mantra, rolling on him a few more times before cumming, riding myself out on him. I can hear him saying sweet nothings and more praise as I come down from my high, his hands rubbing small circles on my back. 

My head rests on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath as I can still feel him twitching inside. "You okay, sweetheart?" 

"Better than ever… oh my lord…" He lightly laughs and I involuntarily twitch. 

"You did so well…" He gently moves me back on my back, his body pressed against mine. "...now just relax…"

I immediately yelp as he starts moving again, still too sensitive, and it makes him smile. He cups my head and grabs my hair, brutally thrusting into me, moaning my name. It doesn't take much more to get him to climax - filling me to the brim with some of it already leaking out. I can feel my legs twitch as he pumps into me one more time before pulling out. He stays on top of me out of breath with a lopsided smile on his face. 

It was my turn to rub small circles on his back, clinging on to him tighter. I don't want to leave yet, I want to stay right here like this, loved and in these arms- I can feel him kissing me, stirring me out of my thoughts. "Hey Jimmy… can I … can I stay the night?"

"Is that what's got you all bothered?" I hmph in response, annoyed he can always read me so well. He runs his hand through my hair. "Of course you can, doll. I'd love to spend more time with you." He pauses for a second before continuing, probably a little worried about the answer. "Do the… others just kick you out?" 

I lean my head into his touch, my eyebrows furrowed, not really wanting to admit it. "Yeah…yeah they do."

"Hey now… it's because they don't have a Hart if they can't see how wonderful you are." He keeps calmly caressing me despite the obvious pun as if to ground himself, too. 

"Does it make you angry?" I ask, wanting some confirmation I'm not being neurotic about this.

"Of course it does! What do those stupid boys know? A pretty lady should be taken care of." He moves himself off and to my side, holding me tight. "I'll never do that to you, baby. Come call me anytime, stay for as long as you like. That's just southern hospitality."

I nuzzle into him with a toothy smile. "I'd like that very much, Mr Mouth of the South…" 

We spend the night cuddling each other, eventually washing up and chatting the night away. It was peaceful and a nice break from everything. I thought I was the only one who needed something like this, but it sounded like Jimmy needed a breather, too. I'm not sure how anyone else could just… be done and leave him either. He has so many interesting stories and he's so lively- and when he's sleepy, he's as gentle as a purring kitten. And I learned that it's the only time I can play with his hair… 

"Goodnight, Jimmy baby…"

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The door clicks behind us and I descend upon his lips in a heartbeat. My hands quickly roam around his body, before settling on his cheeks with my thumb softly caressing them. He matches my pace, despite him trying to quickly catch his breath between kisses. I can feel one of his hands on my collarbone and the other gently gripping the back of my hair. We stand near the doorway for a while locked like this, our lips passionately dancing with each other, wet noises and warm breath filling the air. 

I part for a moment and rest my forehead on his and look at him through half lidded eyes. “Jimmy… how am I back here again.”

Jimmy hums and then smirks. “I know- because I'm so charming. You can't resist me even if you tried.”

“You're so damn cocky…” 

He grabs me by the chin with a smile. “Sounds like that's what you want.”

I grumble before taking his lips again. I can hear him laugh and feel him smile in-between the kisses as his hand moves along my neck. I'm grabbing tightly on his suit jacket, not caring if I wrinkle it. I always told myself these things can't happen more than once or else I'll get too attached and my heart ends up broken. But my stupid crush on this cheeky smartass is ruining any sense of logic. He didn't have to keep throwing secret winks at me in the crowd. He didn't have to purposely try to stay on my side of the arena so I could stare at his ass the entire time. He didn't have to wear one of my favorite outfits with the red suit and stupid kerchief. And somehow he still made the match wonderful to watch, like this was all just second nature to him. What a good multitasker and what a good way to keep me reeled in. 

“Did you really miss me that much?” Jimmy questioned as we kept kissing. 

My lips are a breath apart from his as I answer, my eyes still closed for I'm too embarrassed admitting it. “Yes…”  I breach the gap to kiss him once more, softer this time. “I got really excited to hear you're back in town again. Is that so wrong?” 

“Oh not at all- I missed you too, darlin’. These wonderful soft lips and this wild mane- your soft skin and attractive attitude- how could I not be thinkin’ about ya after I left?” With every body part mentioned, he accentuated it with his hand gliding across it. 

I lean my head onto his shoulder attempting to hide my blush - the confidence I had earlier slowly melting away with every compliment. “You unravel me too easily- I think you like playing with that fact.”

He laughs and rubs my back. “I won't lie and say that ain't fun- because it absolutely is. But it's not the only reason why I like ya.” 

“Hah! And what other reason is there, you tease?” I playfully ask, but internally want to hear even more praise.

He doesn't answer for a moment. As I move my head to look at him again, he has a cheesy smirk on. “No no, I clearly tease you too much. I won't say another word.” He lets go of me. I squint at him, immediately missing his touch. 

I take a few steps towards him and he takes a few steps back. “What…”

“I like this part. I like you chasing me. What a thrill.” 

“What, you don't get chased in the ring enough?” I teasingly ask, knowing full well what he meant. 

He shakes his head with a lopsided smile. “You know what I mean, baby. There's quite a difference between runnin’ for your life and being desired by a beautiful lady…”

I take another few steps which puts the back of his legs against the bed. He looks over his shoulder to see the bed, and in this opportunity I quickly push him down and straddle him. He looks surprised and squirms a little. “You took care of me so well last time… will you let me return the favor this time?” 

He softly laughs and puts his hands behind his head. “Sure, baby. Let me see what you can do.” 

I smile and run my hands over his chest, lightly playing with the collar of the suit as my hands brush against his exposed skin. He makes a soft noise and my ears perk up. I look at him as my hands wander his torso. His bravado was quickly breaking down with every touch, him biting his lip in an attempt to not give himself away. I shuffle a little further down so I can run my hands down his sides and squeeze his hips. I giggle. “Am I doing alright, Jimmy?”

He squirms a little at the squeeze. “Baby, you're doing wonderful. Absolutely wonderful~” His hands move from behind his head to caress my arms, before aggressively pulling me up and locking lips with me. I'm surprised for a moment before returning the kiss. 

“But I can't help wanting to touch and kiss you-” Another kiss. “-watch you squirm and beg for me.” He reaches up my blouse and squeezes my chest before moving my bra up to pinch at my nipples. I moan and pout as he chuckles before moving his hands back. 

I move a little down to sit on his crotch and sit up straight so I can properly take my shirt and bra off. I make a little show of it, gliding my hands over myself and wiggle my hips a little. “As much as I want you to ravish me, I'm having too much fun looking at you like this.” 

The manager who stole my heart was looking at me with eyes so full of devotion and passion, his black hair splayed around his head, and that mouth curled in a little devious smirk. I could feel his rapid, excited heartbeat as I put my hands on his chest, and a rhythmic twitch of his dick underneath me. He might not be strong like a wrestler, but he can get me heated as any of them. That smirk grew as I kept longingly staring. 

“Darlin’, am I just too much for ya? You're doin’ an awful lot of starin’.” He teasingly thrusts his hips up against me and I giggle.

“Mm. Can I not commit to memory how perfect and delicious you look at this very moment?”

He laughs, but I see a creeping blush on his face. “Baby doll, there's gonna be plenty more for you to commit to memory. Now, keep stripping for your Jimmy.” He almost purrs his last few words, already clearly wanting to devour me. Before I move off him, I take his kerchief off and wrap it on my neck instead. I playfully stick my tongue out at him as I slink off of him. The man laughs and sits up, watching me take the rest of my clothes off. I mess with the kerchief on my neck and shuffle my feet a little, looking as innocent as possible. 

He stands and runs his hands on my sides, making me shiver. He kisses me quickly before taking off his sports jacket and wrapping it over my shoulders. “I think I really like seein’ ya in my clothes.” He grins before he removes the rest of his clothes as well, and I return the gesture of hungrily watching him.

We return to the bed, with me crawling on top of him, kissing every so often a spot on his body. I position my entrance over Jimmy’s dick and slowly push down, adjusting to him. “Dammit… you feel so good…” I can feel him eagerly twitch inside me and his eyes never leave me, hands dancing on my hips as if he's holding back from wanting to ravish me. 

I start to move, rolling my hips slowly before picking up the pace. Jimmy softly moans and bites on his hand to keep quiet. I quickly move his hand out of his mouth and back on my hips. Every time it hits my core, I can see him unravel more and more. 

And boy is he vocal. My eyes widen a little at his noises, before smirking. I lean over and pin his hands down, riding faster, and he makes even more noise. It's like a symphony to me. “Jimmy-jam, you're really loving this huh?” 

“Y-yes…” He squeaks out, a little embarrassed. “Y-you’re really good at this.” 

I smile. “It's nice to see those pretty little eyes of yours be so full of mercy…” They're soft, but not in that happy, kind way. They're not scared either- lustful might be the word. And damn is it hot. “You're such a good man for me…” I purr and his back arches. 

“Oh baby don't stop-” But as he says that, I of course stop and pull off and he lets out such a whine. 

“Oh this is payback.”

“C-cmon, baby- I'm not- I'm not gonna beg-” His words might not be, but the rest of his body is. 

I softly caress his cock with my hand, feeling it twitch with joy.

“B-baby, hng…” 

“You are… you are so lovely and lucky I'm too horny to push this further.” I return him to my heat and he's back in ecstacy. He practically hisses as I start bouncing on him again. “I really can't get over your voice, fuck.”

Minutes pass as we focus on each other- the sounds our bodies are making and the moans and grunts, how we practically melt into each other. At some point I lean over, desperately just wanting more. I kiss all over his face as he clutches on to me, nails practically digging into my back. I kiss his lips, softening his sounds for a brief moment. “How close are you, sweetie? Am I just that good you can't talk anymore?”

He chuckles a little. “Darlin’, you are really that good. I like listening to those soft sounds of yours and damn this body… ooohh, this body…” He thrusts into me for a moment taking me off guard. “I want to keep enjoying you longer. Work your best for me, baby.” 

“Fuck… yeah … I can do that.” 

Jimmy laughs, trying to build up his bravado again. “Can you? How long are you gonna last? I can feel ya getting close~”

I slow down a little. “I can keep going as long as you can.” It's a bold faced lie and I can feel my face showing it. 

“Hmm. Even if I purr your name?” He does it repeatedly with a sing song tone, and I struggle to keep it together. I quickly put my hand over his mouth, and his eyes instantly turn to confused saucers. 

“I want to… please you this time.” But god, that face. I shouldn't be turned on so much when he looks so nervous- wait nervous? I move my hand. “You okay?”

He nods with a smile. “Nothing to worry about, baby, just please keep going… I really am close.” 

I shrug it off for now and keep moving. “I want you to focus only on me.” I caress his body as I move ever so sensually on him, making sure to hit both our good spots. I wince a little from pleasure and start to babble nonsense praise as Jimmy is near panting- you're so sweet, so funny, and caring- and… the way you move… I can't stop watching you…you're the best… I don't care what anyone else says… 

The praise pushes Jimmy over the edge. He moans and curses loudly and grips my hips, thrusting erratically and I can't keep up- but the feeling of being filled up is just enough to make me finish. I move a little more to finish myself off- a liquid mess in between us. I sit there for a minute to catch my breath as Jimmy rubs soft circles on my thighs. “I needed that… I needed you so bad…” 

“I'm here, baby, I'm here. You were so amazing, doll face.” He smiles so lovingly at me that my breath hitches. I look away and move off him, opting to cuddle. “You're so cute when you're so honest with me.”

“Can't help it. You drive me insane.”

  We both lie there, our brains trying to catch up with the event. I can feel my heart beat so loud, back to feeling self conscious. 

“So… do you mind if I ask- You seemed a little less relaxed this time around. Did I do something wrong…?” 

“No, no, no! You were great, baby.” He pouts as he rests his head on mine. “I don't need people to make fun of me more than they do… I hear their snide remarks and wise cracks and I brush it off as much as I can- but you've seen how nervous I can get! And I don't want to be seen that way when I'm with someone. I want to please-”

“I'm not going to think less of you for wanting to have a moment to not be a people pleaser. And you clearly please me enough. You deserve all the praise and pleasure in the world.” I giggle as I outline his chest with my finger. 

“You won't think I'm less of a man?” He says barely above a whisper and tries to pull me even closer.

“Never. You're as manly as any wrestler. The strongest guy is the smallest. You somehow manage to play in the same arena as those towering men… I'll always have respect for that.”

I can feel him sigh and rub my back. “You make me feel real wonderful, ya know that? I always just wanna do my best for everyone. It's nice having someone who understands.” 

“Likewise. It's nice having a turn comforting you a little for once. I… like hearing what's going on in there. As long as you'll keep having me… I'd like it if you kept trusting me.”

He doesn't respond for a minute as the rubbing pauses. I'm sure he's making a face. 

“I'm sorry- you don't have to-”

“No no, I'd like to- I want to.” He pauses briefly again. “It's hard.”

“Well I can clearly deal with hard.” I chuckle at my own dumb joke, but I can feel him softly laugh, too. 

But he abruptly goes off, squeezing me tight. “What if I never see you again? What if you decide to bad mouth me to everyone? Turn against me-”

“Babe! Babe. It's okay.” I coo, trying to calm down a very familiar train of thought. “I'd never do that. You might be such a bad boy, but I couldn't do that to someone. I can't even egg on people unless I'm really fired up. But… we can take it slow… with whatever ‘this’ is.” I snuggle closer to him, practically talking into his chest. “I'm sorry- I fall so hard so fast. It's why I always tell myself no but it's so rare that that works, heh…”

He seemed to have calmed down again, trying to steer the conversation back to a more light hearted one for both of their sakes. Ever still a people pleaser. “Are you saying you wear your Hart on your sleeve?” 

“How many times are you going to make that joke…” He laughs and I smile. A beat pases before I softly sing. “You know I've seen a lot of what the world can do, and it's breaking my heart in two, I don't want to see you sad…” 

Jimmy hums happily. “I liked that one. Made the charts…” He trailed off a little. 

Once he gathered his thoughts again, he spoke up. “Meet me again.” 

“... You sure?”

“Yeah. I'm not sure where I'm at, but I know for certain I'd love to see you again.” He adjusts himself so he can softly kiss my lips.

“Then it's a date.” 

Chapter Text

Oh my lord what have I gotten myself into. 

Somehow Jimmy’s schedule was lined up so he wouldn't be in my hometown again for at least another month. I couldn't wait that long to see him again. As a completely last minute thought and seeing that Terry Funk was going to be in a town a few hours away, I grabbed the last train of the day. And feeling cheeky on top of it, I called the town’s radio station on the train’s phone and requested they play Midnight Train. After a couple of minutes, I could hear it playing through my walkman. 

It was a silly, far fetched thought that he might hear it. Even if he didn't, I'd make sure he'd see me tomorrow at the matches- and I hope he'll be happy. 

~Look for me on that midnight train, cuz I've got a ticket to ride~

I dozed off a little listening to his comforting voice. It wasn't long until the train pulled up to the station. I grabbed my bag and hopped off. It was a decent sized place - pretty well kept too. I yawned and paused in the middle of the station to glance around. There weren't many people here at this hour. 

I stood there a little bleary eyed and trying to wake up- I'm sure I looked like an idiot. I know I felt like one. I sighed and kicked a pebble on the floor. Maybe waiting a few more minutes wouldn't hurt-

“Darlin’, you look lost.” 

My ears perked up and I quickly looked around. I felt a tap on my shoulder and before even registering my body spun around. Jimmy was in disguise, dressed in mostly black and wearing a TNT jacket. But those sunglasses and voice were unmistakable. I smiled so wide and immediately wrapped my arms around him. “How did that even work!!”

He hugs me back, a comforting smile on his face. “You're the only person I know who'd be crazy enough to do this. And it was way too much of a coincidence after I told you I wouldn't be back for a while. You really couldn't wait, huh…”

I nuzzled into his neck. “I'm patient about most things, but when it comes to you I lose all sense of reasoning. What are you doing to me…” 

“It's just my natural Jimmy Charm.” We let go of each other and I see his smiling face. “I missed you too, baby.”

“I really didn't think this all through… I'll grab a hotel room wherever you're at, heh.” 

He laughed and pinched my cheek. “I’m lovin' this outrageous side to you. What would have happened to you if I didn't come here tonight?” 

“I would have figured it out!” I stick my tongue out at him. “C'mon let's go, I'm not trying to keep you out too late. I know you've got a long day tomorrow.”

“I do, but it was worth coming out here for this pretty lady.” Jimmy cheekily smiles and holds out his arm. I quickly hold on to it.  We walk out of the station and I follow his lead. 

“Did you walk or drive here?”

“Had to walk. I can't have any suspicion why I'm wandering out so late at night. It ain't too far from here though… Will you be alright?” He looks at my backpack.

“Oh yeah, I'll be alright! Plus, it's nice out…” I look up at the stars shining down at us and softly giggle. “It's kind of romantic.” When I looked back at Jimmy, he quickly turned his head and coughed.

“Yeah…”

“What, are you catching feelings for me now? Just had to get you to take a walk with me?” I laugh, teasing him. 

He stammers, flustered, a soft flurry of words. “Just because it's a beautiful night out with a beautiful girl doesn’t mean anythin’. Anyone would be distracted- don't mean nothin’”. 

“Pffbt.”

“Don't laugh!”

“You're adorable.”

“I'll walk you right back to that station!”

“You wouldn't dare~”

“I-i would!” He let go of my arm. 

We were at a dark patch of the street, some of the lights were out. It was quiet and I could feel my heart trying to escape my chest. Jimmy continues to make me fall for him, and he hasn't a real clue. He walks a few steps in front of me and turns around as he notices that I've stopped. 

“Are you okay, baby?”

“Y-yeah!” My face was red just looking at him. Even if he's in casual clothes so no one would recognize him, his hair poking out of his hoodie and that stupid smile is wrecking me. I quickly catch up to him and plant a quick kiss on his lips and keep walking.

“W-what-”

“C'mon it's late, gotta keep walking!!”

“Oh no you don't-” He catches up with me and wraps his arm around my waist, quickly placing a bunch of kisses on my neck and cheek. Then he lets go and rushes past me, laughing. 

“JIMMY!!” I place my hand on my neck before running after him. 

We laugh and tease each other all the way back to the hotel. By the time we get there, both of us were out of breath. 

“Alright… I'm saying this is a draw.” Jimmy huffed.

“Uh huh. I demand a recount.”

“Nah, referee says it's a draw, no recounts!!”

“Guess we'll just have to have a rematch then.”

He poins and wags his finger at me. “I'll just get even then~”

“I look forward to it.”

We stare at each other for a little bit, dumb smiles adorning our features. Neither of us wanted to leave each other yet, and I'm sure Jimmy can't be seen with me walking inside this place. 

“I'll… um… I'll go in first. I'll see you at the match tomorrow?” 

“Yeah…! Yeah- I'll make sure you get a good show.” 

“You always give a good show-”

Before I can say anything else, he wraps me in his arms and passionately kisses me, tongue ever so slightly licking my lips. We part as quickly as he grabbed me and turned me around to the door. “Now go before I lose all sense of reason.” 

“Goodnight, Jimmy.” I practically purr and walk away. I open the door to the lobby with one last look at him. He's looking away with his arms crossed and I just giggle. “ Swallow that foolish pride… ” 

–

Hart eventually made it back to his room. He tried to sneak in- Terry Funk was usually asleep by now. But as he changed into his shirt and briefs, the lights clicked on.

“You're awful at being sneaky, Jimmy.” The Texan drawled. 

“Aw, sorry man! I had to wrap up a few things and didn't wanna wake ya.” He shrugged on his shirt and made his way to the bed. 

“You know I don't believe that crap for a second.” He deadpanned. “You’re normally excited, but you’re all… extra bubbly now. What happened?”

He genuinely didn't notice any change in himself. “I'm not sure what you're talkin’ about, Terry.”

“I said cut the bullshit, what are you up to?”

“...a friend of mine came into town last minute. That's all.” He knew he had to keep it under wraps, no one was allowed in their fraternity-like community, and especially not on the road. He thought Terry of all people would turn on him in a heartbeat. He smiled at Terry, trying to convince him to drop it. 

“Is she cute?” He smirked.

“Absolutely adorable- wait-” He caught himself. “F-for a friend!”

“You were so sad the other day when we got our bookings and you're here now happy as a clam. Go get her.” He laughed. 

“Huh? No, no, I couldn't-” Jimmy was surprised Terry would be supportive of this. 

“Don't make me spell this out for you.” He huffed. “All I care about is our matches and protecting you. But you've been off your game- go get laid, man.”

“I get plenty of ladies!”

“Uh huh.”

“All the time. I'm the ultimate sex symbol.” 

“Are you trying to convince yourself or me?”

“... Both?”

“Right.” Terry pauses and chews on his thoughts for a moment. “Listen to me or don't, but you've only got one life to live. Don't spend it skirting around- I won't rat you out. Can’t speak for the others, but you're safe with me.”

“That means a lot coming from you. Thank you, baby. I really do manage the greatest guys of wrasslin’.”

There was a beat before he mischievously smiled again. “So what's she look like?”

There were practically sparkles in his eyes as he described you. He immediately couldn't help talking a mile a minute- so much so he got out of bed to pace around for a second to calm down before getting under the covers again.”I can't believe she came all the way here just to see me…!”

“You got it baaaad, Jimmy.”

“No, no, I have this completely under control.” He smiled and kicked his legs underneath the blankets. Obviously Terry didn't believe him, but he laughed nonetheless.

–

“Coming down the aisle with his manager Jimmy Hart, is Terry Funk!” The ring announcer spoke and the crowd went wild.

The match was amazing as always, Terry always is a joy to watch wrestle. His crazy style plus Jimmy's chaotic distractions are a magical match. He was fighting some jobber, but it didn't matter- it was still fun. As the match ended, I whoop and holler. 

Once the show was over, I decided to sneak into the back. This was a much smaller venue than my own, so surely there wouldn't be too many people bustling about. My clothes today let me look like a staffer anyways so it should be a piece of cake. I walked around with purpose, while still avoiding as many eyes as possible. There were many people I recognized and I had to keep the fangirling shoved down inside. 

Eventually I could hear Jimmy through an open crack in a door that I was passing. It sounded like he was talking to someone… I'll stand outside for now. I lean on the wall close to the door, trying to eavesdrop. I could barely hear the other person. 

“...yeah of course!” 

Oh that adorable excited voice. 

“...just hold it… that's right, baby…“

Wait… what? 

There were some interesting sounds and furniture moving. I was a deer in the headlights, eyes watering and my body unable to move. The door opened and I tried to hide into the wall to no avail. Out came a much prettier lady, sassily flinging her hair over her shoulder. Jimmy was leaning against the door frame, seemingly proud of himself. 

I couldn't bear to say anything. I tried to sneak away, but Jimmy notices me and gasps. “What are you doing here, baby?” 

“...I could be asking you the same…”

“I work here in the bookers room occasionally- but that's besides the point!” He looks around before quickly pulling me into said room. I nearly trip over my feet. “Ya really couldn't wait until tonight-”

His smirk was interrupted as I put my finger on his lips. “Who the hell was that woman?”

I could see his eyes widen through the sunglasses. “No one, darlin’.”

“I know how much you chase skirts- but I thought- i-” I stumble. “If I was here you'd at least be chasing me…” 

“I've gotta keep up appearances - but I promise you I wasn't doin’ nothin’.”

“Then why was she in here? Who was she? Actually no- it doesn't matter.” I sigh. “You’re allowed. We haven't even been on a date- much less actually together.”

“Baby, I…” He puts his hands on my hips but I take a step back, a tear running down my cheeks. I quickly rub them. “Please darlin’, listen to me.” He looked as if he was panicking a little.

“I… I’ll see you later, Jimmy.” I bolted out of the room, leaving him bewildered behind me. I needed to calm down. I knew this was going to happen. I got into my own head too much. This is my fault. 

–

Jimmy paced the room and bit his nails. He had no idea what glimpses of anything she heard- but he was trying to get the other broad off him. He was trying to clear up these loose ends- why'd he have to lie to you like that? The walls he's built…

“Keeping up appearances… good goin’, Jimmy.” He rubbed his face. He leaned on the desk in the room and stared holes into the floor. 

“Hey big shot, you comin'?” Terry’s voice bellowed from beyond the door. 

“Uh… right. I'll be right there.” He tried to sound normal, but failed miserably. 

Terry opened the door to see him distressed. “What, did she dump ya already?” He laughed, but Jimmy’s heart skipped a beat and he looked at him terrified. “Oh.”

“I'm an idiot, Terry.”

“You're no idiot. A wimp, sure, but no idiot.” 

“She heard… something, and I couldn't even tell her the truth.”

“If you were fucking another woman, I'll kill ya with her.”

“Dammit Terry, no! I really wasn't - the girl in this town also snuck over to come see me, but she means nothing to me!” He ruffled his own hair in anger. 

Terry sighs. “I was gonna go get a drink with the boys, but I'll save your ass instead. Come on.” he started walking out and Jimmy immediately followed, almost clinging like a lost puppy. 

–

I hung my head as I idly stirred my drink at the hotel bar. I didn't feel like trying to explore town to just get a drink, so I decided this was close enough. They had some nice band playing and the aesthetics were nice enough. I don't like drinking this heavily though, but I don't know what else to do. Wallowing in self pity… how pathetic. 

I take another sip, but pause midway. 

Oh, she's got it bad for you too. 

I'm nervous, Terry-

If you don't go over there, I'm gonna grab her and brand her. 

You BETTER not!! You may be my friend, but I'm not gonna let you touch her! 

I'm not sober enough for whatever is happening behind me, but damn, it's cute. I can hear them bicker for a moment more before I hear the click clack of… cowboy boots? 

“Hey there, pretty lady.” 

I sneak a glance at him, too curious about the cowboy boots. He's wearing a different attire, a little more fancy from what he was wearing earlier, along with a cowboy hat and boots. I stifle a snicker, as it's a tell tale sign of Terry helping him out. I looked around to see if he was even still here, and I could spot him at the end of the bar. What a good friend. 

“Will ya at least hear me out? I'm sorry I didn't explain in the first place- I've got a lot of pride in myself.”

I furrow my brows and frown, now looking into his eyes… he's not wearing his sunglasses?

“Alright- maybe too much pride but that's besides the point- what I'm trying to say is that I really am sorry. You are right- I do chase skirts in every town.”

“You're not making me feel any better.”

“That's not all I'm saying- the lady you saw earlier, she was just a fling-”

“Like me?” I was gripping my glass so tight my knuckles were white.

“Baby, please, this is…” He trailed off, trying to get his thoughts together instead of just mouthing off.

I get up. “I've had enough, I don't want to hear it.” I can hear him pleading but I don't turn around. The unfortunate mistake I made is walking in the direction of Terry. He abruptly pulls and sits me down next to him. 

“He's trying his best for you, you know. I've never seen him this happy as when he's around you, and I've known the guy for some time. He even wrote me a record -”

“Yes, I own both.” I too quickly say, happy to talk about anything else than the current issue. Somehow the man handling coming from him doesn't bother me either. “Ropongi is my favorite on the second album.”

He gives me a look. “Boy, you really are obsessed with him. That album is nearly impossible to find in the US.” Terry took a huge gulp of beer as I ignore the comment - my face blushing anyways though. “So why come aaaalllll the way out here to just throw it away?”

“I don't want to! But I don't want to stifle him if that’s what he wants to do … I'd still lo- like him anyways.” I laugh. “Isn't that ridiculous? He could be screwing every lady in Timbuktu and if he knocked on my door I'd still say yes!” I pause for a moment, my brain catching up to my words. “Oh my God why am I telling you this.”

Terry just smiles. It's not one of malice, but of genuine compassion. “Hey, listen to me. He's a good guy. Just be patient. You're about as stubborn and as hot headed as a mule, so y'all are gonna butt heads a bunch.” He drinks again. “I know the both of you will work through it. Both of you sell yourselves too short.”

We sit there in silence for a moment, and I don't quite register the squeaking of the stool on the other side of me. 

“But hey, If ya ever change your mind, you can be one of my cattle instead.” He said with a wink. 

I chuckle a little. “Thanks but… I like my musical, loud mouthed idiot.” 

Terry loudly laughs and pats my back. “You're a good one. Don't let anyone change that about you.” And with one more pat, he left. 

“I wouldn't, and couldn't, do that to a lady like you.” That soft Tennessee accent graced my ears again as soon as Terry was out of view. I turn to look at him, confused as to when he got here. “I really was letting that other lady go. I’m tryin’ to be better, darlin’. Even us ‘bad guys’ of the ring aren't without some respect.” 

“I believe Terry when he says it about you, but you saying it doesn't quite sit right. You've still got all those walls around you.” I twirl my hair in thought, unable to look at his pouting expression. It feels like I've stepped on a mouse’s tail. “But I guess I want to tear down those walls, even if it's brick by brick - but only for you.”

“Trust me, baby.” He gently takes my chin and moves my head to look at him again. “The only thing I can ask of you right now is to be patient with me.”

“Alright…”

“I'll ask you again when you're not three sheets to the wind either. Let's get you some water, baby.” 

I want to just bawl again at how sweet he's being and I swear it's the alcohol making all my emotions even worse. 

“Hey, hey, don't cry!!” Jimmy wipes a tear away from my cheek. “Do you want to go to your room instead? What will be more comfortable?”

I softly reach out to him and lean my forehead on his shoulder. 

“Oh, baby…” I can feel him caressing my leg, trying to calm me down. “I never want to see you cry… especially because of me.” 

“No no, I'm sorry for overreacting… I really, really like you and I guess I'm more possessive than I thought. It never really hurt this much before.” 

Jimmy suddenly moved, and positioned me to lean on him. Was I really that far gone? 

“C’mon… I’m gonna help you get to your room. I was gonna try asking you out to dinner, but I want you at your best.”

“I'm okay!! I want a date with you!!” Now it was my turn to plead, but my words were slightly slurring. 

“Tomorrow night. I promise. Tonight you just get some rest.” 

I pouted, but I let him take me to my room. I softly whispered to him the room number as we got to the elevator. I was able to more or less stand at this point, but I'm still clinging to Jimmy’s arm. 

We finally get to my place and he softly sits me on the bed before grabbing me more water. I sip at it, and after a moment I ask, “Why do all this for me? I'm sitting here on and off crying and drinking for fuck's sake.”

“I'd do this for any of my friends, for one. For two, this was my fault and I have to make it right. And three- you mean a lot to me…” 

“...”

“You could say that… I’m all hung up on you.” 

I finally crack a smile. 

“Ah! There we go!” Jimmy pokes my cheeks and I smile more. “ So come on girl, I think we ought to…”

“So come on baby, and let me talk you into…” 

“Baby, I'm all hung up on you.” 

“Dammit, Jimmy…” 

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” 

I can't help returning his cheeky grin. At the end of the day, he knows all the right buttons to push to get me out of my head. “Alright, alright… ask me on a date tomorrow, when I'm sober.”

He quickly hugs me, almost knocking over my water. “You won't regret it!” 

I giggle. “I'll be alright Jimmy, go get your rest and I'll see you tomorrow after your matches.”

He grabs my face again and kisses me- pretty rough compared to his normal kisses. I know he won't try anything, but he doesn't need to blue ball me either!!

“I'll see you tomorrow, darlin’”. Jimmy hops over to the door and waves before heading out. 

I repeat, what have I gotten myself into.

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I've never been in this town before, so learning that there's a late night cafe lounge with vinyl to listen to is a huge shock. Walking through the doors I nearly stop in my tracks. Jimmy has to pull me along to the rows of records. My mouth was still hanging, completely mesmerized. 

“What- how- huh?” 

“It's one of my favorite spots in this town. I can listen to what's new and upcoming or just relax with some oldies but goodies.” He shut my jaw. “You're gonna catch flies like that, baby.”

“This is just so cool!” I excitedly hop on each foot before rifling through the rows. 

Of course he picks out an Elvis album. “Wanna listen to this first?” 

I laugh and tease him. “Typical Memphis. You gotta do better than that to impress me.”

“What about Cher? Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs?” 

“Mm, getting better.” 

“Tears for Fears? Wham? …I refuse to listen to Cyndi Lauper.”

“Ahaha, just pick one!!”

We finally decide on a few and sit down on the couch. There's a fancy phonograph near it - as long as no one was blasting theirs, they seemed to be spaced out enough to not interfere with each other. Not that many people were here at 11 o'clock on a Sunday. Jimmy puts in one of my choices first, an early Abba record.

It plays and we hold hands. I close my eyes and lose myself in the music, softly singing along. 

“I haven't listened to Abba in ages. Nice choice.” He squeezes my hand.

I reach over him to move the needle to a few songs in- I wanted to listen to a particular song and sing along. 

“Take it easy, better slow down, girl, That's no way to go, Does your mother know?” I chuckle. “She never did, and I still haven't learned. Why be slow in this rat race of a world?”

“I think it's wonderful- just means you're a go getter. There's nothin’ wrong with that.”

The song finishes and Jimmy switches it with one he picked out. I guess we're going to take turns singing, and I don't mind a bit. 

“Cause you got me, and baby, I got you~” 

Oh what a flirt. I haven't listened to Sonny and Cher for a moment, and forgot how sweet this song was. I lean my head on his shoulder, smiling. 

The night goes on like this, back and forth playing songs for each other. Some of them are more flirtatious than others and some are just for fun. 

“This is seriously such a great date… I love learning more about you. Especially like this.” 

“Likewise, darlin’. It's amazing how much music can connect everyone. It's how I got here, it's how we made that Rock N wrasslin’ connection, and it's gonna do even more in the future- I just know it!” 

“Good! I need you to keep making music so I can keep listening to you sing.”

“I'll sing for you anytime you want.”

“My Jimmy-Jam is gonna be my little songbird too?”

“Anything for you, baby.” He wraps me in his arms and I'm taken aback. 

“i- I'm not going to abuse you like that. I'll cherish anytime you spontaneously sing for me.” I stutter, completely flustered. He already gets enough abuse in the ring. 

“I'll keep that in mind then~” He smirks and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek before changing records again. I shake my head, completely dumbfounded. He really is trying a hundred and ten percent to make up for yesterday. He let me know that he'd still have to dress more casual, but he's still in a nice suit- it's just a solid black which still makes him look nice. Though he could probably wear a potato sack and I'd still think he's hot. Dammit…

“Oh hey, should I grab some drinks? Grab you a coffee or something?” 

“I'd love a hot chai, darlin’.”

“Comin’ right up, my songbird.”

His face lit up as I walked to the counter to order our drinks. As I’m waiting for the drinks to be made, I spot the lady from yesterday. I resist the urge to waste my drink by dumping it on her, even though it'd embarrass the hell out of her clique, too. 

Before I could even grab the drinks though, I'm roughly pulled down a hallway into a nearby room. I couldn't even scream. I was too scared and busy processing what the hell was going on. His hand eventually covered my mouth, clamping my mouth shut. I could hear the door click, locking us both inside. I struggle, but it had to be a wrestler- this wasn't just any normal strength. 

“I didn't wanna do this, but my new lady was upset with you- and any rib I can get on Jimmy Hart is something I won't pass up.”

It sounded like Dynamite kid…? “A… rib? What are you talking about? Let me out of here!!” 

“Not until the girls do whatever they're gonna do with your boy.” 

I practically growl, not that I can compete with him. “Good thing I’ve always hated you. Your wrestling sucks.”

He slaps me and knocks me down to my knees. He takes one of the folding chairs and hoists me on it, quickly wrapping rope around me.

“Really? We’re doing this shit??”

“Can't have you leaving and I'm not putting up with your mouth for a second longer.” 

He slaps tape on my mouth which I know is going to hurt later. I'm giving him a deadpan look nonetheless. 

“Buh bye, hopefully your idiot comes and saves you.” Kid leaves and locks the door behind him again. 

Well this is stupid. I look around to see if there's anything I can use to get these ropes off. There's really only brooms, some broken vinyl, more rope, and even more chairs. Is this a broom closet or a sex dungeon? 

Luckily the idiot didn't tie my feet to the chair, so I awkwardly walk around to see if I can find anything else. Just a lot of garbage. I groan. If this was a wooden chair I could easily break it, but these metal ones aren't going to budge.

Suddenly I hear a scuffle outside and my name being yelled. I immediately try to ram the door with the chair to let him know I'm here. I hear his footsteps slow down and then stop before the door is ripped open and Jimmy tossed inside, also roped up with his hair a complete mess. 

“Hi, baby~” He tries to grin at me from the floor. 

I couldn't say anything but I was furrowing my eyebrows at him.

“It's alright, I'll get us out of this.” I'm not convinced, but he at least has more mobility than me. He wiggles himself up right and scuttles over to me. “Stay still for a moment.” Jimmy grabs the edge of the tape on my mouth with his teeth and rips it off, then gently places it on the floor so it doesn't catch on anything. 

“Sonuvabitch that smarts. At least gaft tape is better than duct but goddammit.” My sailor mouth is on full speed as I'm too pissed to care otherwise. “I already looked around here, there's nothing sharp enough to cut these ropes. But when I get out of here I'm going to murder that bitch.”

“I wish I could say this is my first time… but the ribs some of these wrestlers pull go too far.” He sighs. 

“I'm still not sure what a rib is- wait how many times have you been tied up?”

He shrugs and looks away. Must be a sore subject. I breathe and try to get my bearings. 

“Thank you for trying to come get me… and thank you for getting this tape off my mouth.”

“You’re welcome, darlin’. I'll still figure this out somehow. I'd just yell for help, but the girls paid off the one worker here… I hope she gets fired.”

“Heh. She better. Didn't even get my drinks.” 

I cool my head finally- it is nice to have him here, even if this is a bizarre situation. We sit there for a moment, surveying the room. As the time clicks by, Jimmy looks to be getting more nervous. 

“If your hands are free, maybe one of these broken vinyls can cut us out. I didn't want to resort to it but… I don't think we have a choice. Just be careful.”

He quickly gets up and grabs a piece and carefully, but awkwardly, saws the rope around my midsection. I'm trying to put on a brave face but this really is nerve wracking. The rope starts to slightly break apart and I inwardly cheer.

“I called Terry before this… just in case. I'm not sure if he caught on or if he's gonna murder me, but either way he’ll be here.” Jimmy said somberly. 

“Why do you sound sad about that? And why murder?”

“Ladies, ladies! I can get Terry on the phone, wouldn't ya like that?”

The ladies squealed, they're playing into the palm of his hand. He knows it's no coincidence that his girl has been gone this long while his last lover is here trying to make a fool of him.

“Hey Terry, wanted to let ya know I got a bundle of ladies for uuusss~” 

The girls giggled in the background and he could hear Terry slap his face and drag his hand down. Before Terry could chew him out, he quickly hung up. The girls pouted. 

“Oh he’ll be here soon- I know he could hear those wonderful giggles y'all are makin’~” He sweetly crooned. 

“I know how to play dirty, but I don't have the muscle to save anyone.” He barely spoke above a whisper after he told the short tale. 

I bite my lip nervously. Being the only manager without strength must take a toll on him. The rope finally breaks and I wiggle out of them. I take the vinyl and start doing the same on his rope. “You know, when I said I wanted to learn more about you, this isn't exactly the way I had it planned.” 

I hear him briefly laugh through his nose.

“I still mean it though- I want to know you. And I want you to know I don't think any less of you for not having muscles. I like your quick thinking and erratic behavior that throws everyone off guard. You're so incredibly positive and such a good friend. You're sweet and playful and energetic - and you don't take shit, even when that big mouth of yours puts you there. I wouldn't trade any of that for whatever you think you're lacking.”

He stays surprisingly quiet, but he has his head turned away from me. 

“I really appreciate you letting your guard down around me, even if it's just a little bit, my Jimmy-Jam.” I give him a small kiss on his shoulder.

The rope finally breaks. I toss the piece away and rip the ropes off him. Jimmy quickly wraps his arms around me and I return the gesture. I can feel him slightly tremble.

“Okay it's really creeping me out that you're not saying anything- did I say something wrong?”

“I'm not gonna cry in front of you. And if I start talkin’-” He stops abruptly and sniffles.

“Mm. It's a crying weekend. Maybe we've been too stressed, hah. Want to take a vacation to Fiji at some point?” 

He squeezes me tighter and nods into my shoulder. It's silent for a few moments before I get a stupid thought.

“... If James Dean were alive, you know he’d be there… in the Blackboard Jungle…” I sang this with my worst Terry impression.

Jimmy immediately bolted up laughing, but gripped my shoulders. “That was awful.”

“You try to mimic Terry!”

“In the Blackboard Jungle… that's right!”

“That's even worse!”

“Whatever- his singing is beautiful!”

“I won't argue that. It's terrible and adorable.”

The door is suddenly kicked down and we both jump, holding each other tight again. 

“You two are the only people I know who would be laughing at a time like this.” 

“Terry!!!” Jimmy immediately leapt into Terry's arms for a giant hug.

I stood up and waved awkwardly, praying he also didn't hear my terrible rendition of his singing. 

“I figured it out pretty fast once I walked in here- but could you not get into trouble for at least one night? I'd like to get some sleep in between. And you, Miss- as long as you're with him, you can count on any of us to help you. You're gonna need it.” He spit his gum on the ground and walked out. He sounded pissed, but he's… really a sweet guy. 

We follow Terry back out into the lobby to see most of it thrashed. Broken chairs and bottles littered the place and the lady working there was trying to clean it up. Terry growled at her and she jumped, absolutely scared shitless. Of course, none of this surprised Jimmy but I was needless to say, shocked. 

“If I had found you sucking face with those ladies, you would have been included in this brawl.” 

“I know, Terry, I know.” He was blushing and smiling. I tilted my head at their interaction, but it looked like a secret between friends. Just what has Jimmy been telling Terry about me…? 

“Do you want me to take you back to the hotel?” Terry offered. 

“I'd certainly appreciate it. I'm exhausted but my adrenaline is still running a mile a minute… I'm not sure I want to be out anymore. Is it really always like this…?”

The two boys look at each other and then back at me and nod. “It's a lot better than it used to be, but there's still quite a few bad apples. Ya learn to handle it.”

“Or get bodyguards.”

Well that's a lot to process. “Right… yeah, hotel sounds great.” 

– 

Terry makes sure the coast is clear the entire way back and gets us back to my room safely. He winks at us and tells Jimmy he doesn't need to come back to the room tonight. He stammers some kind of nonsense and Terry just laughs and walks off. 

He leans against the wall, nervous to go any further into my place but I've already walked to the bed and kicked off my shoes. “I'm so sorry the date night went like that…” 

“It wasn't your fault. You didn't know you were gonna get the one arena rat who decided to be a shit.”

“Still… I really was excited to listen to more music with you.”

I get up from the bed and pull him further inside the room. “I brought my walkman with me! We still can.” 

That seemed to turn his mood around. “That’d be great!” 

I dug through my backpack and grabbed it out along with my headphones. I also grabbed my pajamas, which was really just a long shirt. “Do you mind if I get comfortable?” 

“Why would I mind- Oh-” I started undressing before he could fully answer. I tossed my clothes to a corner and shrugged my loose shirt on. My panties stayed on, and they could only be seen when I bent over. 

“Feel free to do the same.” 

He was still processing and just staring at me with a goofy smile. “Thanks…” He takes his suit off and folds it onto the back of the chair in the room. I get settled under the covers and wiggle the music player at him. He joins me with just his briefs on, snuggling ever so close. “You really still like me this much? After all that?”

“I do. I meant every word back there. And if that's the kind of adventure I'm going to have to put up with, then so be it. As long as I can have you.” 

“You're insane.” He laughs and kisses me. “I love it. I lo… I like you. I like you a lot, so you can have me as much as you want.” 

“What if I want you all the time? Would you let me in…?”

“You were forcibly pulled in, I can't hide that from you anymore and … wrasslin' is obviously a huge deal to me. I'll take you backstage and properly show you the inner workings - just name when.”

“Mm, good. The next time you're close to my town, I'll be there. And I want you to show me everything.”

“It's a date. My only request in return is that you still remain patient with me…” 

“Of course, my Jimmy-Jam.”

We settled into the covers and flipped the head phones so we could each take an ear. The radio was playing some easy listening songs, just what we both needed to relax to. There was a bit more banter about a few of the songs, but eventually the walkman was pushed aside becoming background noise. I placed small kisses on his neck as he rubbed my back, I was slowly drifting again, but I didn't want the night to end. 

“Why must parting from you be so difficult…” 

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“Yanno I heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder but… mmpf… b-baby slow down…” Jimmy Hart struggles to form a sentence in between passionate kisses. I missed him terribly, and I finally had a few vacation days from work so I could spend some time traveling with him. I was hyping myself up, just counting down the days until I could see him again. It's been about two weeks since I saw him in person - still crazy that I can watch his matches on TV wherever he's traveling. I also made sure to come early in the morning to make the most of our time. 

It wasn't a secret anymore to most that Jimmy’s got a girl, and that she's being protected by one of the fiercest wrestlers as the musical incident story spread fast. So it's safe to say that I could take a look around at the very least and decide if I wanted to stay or… 

I'm sure it'll be fine. 

“How am I supposed to slow down when I have such a hot chicken wing in front of me?” I tease, knowing full well his reaction. 

“A what?! I am not-!”

I cut him off with more kisses. “You're still hot when you're mad.”

He's trying to pout and still be angry, but I can see the corners of his mouth turning. “Of course I am, but don't mean you can rile me up just any time you want-!”

More kisses. He's starting to cool down again. 

“Okay okay okay… I'll forgive you…” He abruptly grabs my hair and pulls me off, a whine escaping my throat. “But you'll have to take care of me then, darlin’.” And pushes me down on my knees. I can see his throbbing hard on pushing against those slacks and boy am I hungry .

I immediately nuzzle my face into it, grabbing onto his hips. I hear him moan above me and I grin. I could listen to this man all day. I quickly undo his belt and zipper, pulling out his member. I stare at it with a predatory smile as it dances in my hand, my hand just barely grazing and playing with it. 

“C'mon baby, give it a taste…” He pushes my head forward and I give his dick a tentative lick. I immediately hum happily at the taste. I want more. I lick the underside of it all the way to the tip and look at him with pleading eyes. He loosens the grip on my hair. “Go for it, it's waitin’ for you~”

Cheeky bastard. I wrap my mouth around it, going all the way down to the hilt - he moves his head back in bliss and leans against the wall. I bob and twirl my tongue, passionately milking moan after moan. It's a sweet song to my ears and I can't help but devour him even more. “Did you… really not see anyone in between…?” 

“How could I darlin'? Even if I did I'd… be thinkin’ about you.” He answered truthfully, albeit hesitantly. 

“Nothing to be embarrassed by.” I try to talk in between sucking him off, but if my mouth wasn't on him my hand would take its place. “You just seem extra… sensitive. ” I lick the tip and he grunts. 

“I've been so busy lately I haven't had time to…take care of things. And I wanted you…” 

Hearing that latter part sent electricity right to my core. “Well now you have me again. You can do anything you want with me-” Before I could even finish my sentence, sweet Jimmy became fiery again at my words and rammed his dick down my throat - his hands holding on to my hair.

“It's been a real rough week- ya sure you can handle me baby?” He roughly moves my head back off and I cough.

“I'm sure.” I open my mouth and stick out my tongue for him. He makes such a happy noise before roughly face fucking me again. I moan and gag, yet it's such a turn on for me. I reach down to touch myself but he quickly pushes in so deep I can't help but to go back to groping his hips tightly for a moment.

“Don't even think about touching yourself. Let your Jimmy take care of you…” 

I furrow my eyebrows and decide to misbehave. My hand reaches down again and he yanks me off. I smirk at him. 

“Alright sweetness, if you're gonna play like this…” He tears off his sports jacket and button down, leaving only his pants and tie. I stood up and followed suit, but I only got my pants and shirt off before Jimmy grabbed my hair again and practically threw me on the bed. I look at him with wide eyes, a little surprised at how rough he's being. I'm not complaining though. He gets next to me, his one arm pushing down on my chest and his other hand snaking right to my wetness. 

He puts two fingers immediately in and I yelp. He smirks. “I said I was gonna take care of you, baby, but you couldn't even wait.” He expertly is moving them inside me, pumping me in and out, grazing such a good spot. “You should have been a good girl for me…”

“Mm… no I'm definitely liking this…” I try to say in between moans.

“For now, darlin’.” He has a mischievous glint in his eye. His palm is rubbing against my clit as he continues to work on me. 

“You know I do like it when you're mean and rough, right? I like every side of you. You don't have to be sweet with me all the time…” I struggle to say, a bit nervous to admit that. 

“Mm. Then you'll love what I have in store for you. But don't say I didn't warn ya.” 

The confidence is tickling me in all the right places and I want more. I struggle against him but he keeps me pinned. He fingers me faster for a bit and I can't take it. In moments I’m moaning his name, cumming all over his fingers. He pauses his ministrations for a second, laughs, and goes right back to hitting that spot over and over again with a wide smile gracing his face. 

“Wait wait wait-”

He doesn't stop and I'm over sensitive and its practically frying my circuits. I look at him with pleading eyes as I try to struggle beneath him again. He presses down harder on my chest and keeps fingering me. “Nu uh, baby. You couldn't wait, so I'm giving you what you want.” He sounds so proud of himself and he keeps laughing. Goddamn that laugh. 

“Fucking goddamit, its- too much you damn bastard-” 

“There's my pretty little sailor.” He’s mocking me, that jerk.

He forces another orgasm out of me pretty quickly and my eyes squeeze shut. It felt like every nerve was on fire. “J-jimmy please…” I don't think I could handle another one… but that doesn't seem to concern him. He gently pulls out and drags his finger down my thigh. 

“Looks like I'm not the only one who wasn't taking care of things, huh?” 

Before I could gather my thoughts, he quickly flips me over and puts my ass up, slipping his dick right in my folds. He doesn't move for a second as I feel him dance inside me. 

“M-move, p-please…” I whimper. Jimmy's response is to slap my ass a few times. I yelp and grip the sheets. “ Fuck , Babe, please everything is so sensitive god-”

“I might as well be to you.” I can hear that smirk and I try not to incoherently babble some more. But that didn't seem to be the right answer. He tortuously, slowly moves while gripping my cheeks and digging his nails in. I continue to whine. I'm noticing he really could just play with me all day. 

“I'm not such a chicken now, huh?”

“A very hot chicken, heh.”

He slaps my ass again and picks up his pace. I stuff my head into the mattress to try to quiet any sounds I'm making. He thrusts hard and drags his nails on my back, drawing some blood. I can't help but to groan and push into him more. 

“You know I'm going to keep being a brat if you're gonna make me feel that good…”

“Keep being a brat, see where that gets you.” I hate that he smiles when he threatens me. He keeps relentlessly dicking me down and I can feel that sensation bubbling up again. 

“I'm gonna-” I barely breathed out before he pulled out. I was going to scream, feeling the sensation wash away. “You really like … seeing me writhe, don't you…?”

“I love seeing what I do to you, baby. Seeing you so desperate for me even though you've hit your limit. You're so good to me darlin’- you really make me feel like a strong man, and I want to keep reminding you how wonderful of a woman you are.” Jimmy massages where he’s slapped me, and I hum happily. 

“Mm… you're so lucky you're cute.”

“Plus, maybe I'll only let you finish if you stop calling me names!”

“What…! That's not fair!” 

“That's plenty fair. I'd rather hear you beg~”

“Don't I beg for you enough?!”

“I want more, dollface. Beg for me~”

I groan and softly whine. “Please Jimmy… “

“Please what?”

“Please keep fucking me, I've been such a bad girl…”

I could hear him nearly squeak above me. 

“Show me just how bad of a girl I've been…”

“Damn, baby…” He goes back to roughly fucking me and it feels like all too much. His name falls off my lips in between moans and after a few minutes I've hit my limit again. I cum hard, and yet he doesn't stop. My world is practically spinning, my body completely spent. 

“Babe… babe please…”

“I’m getting even with you, that's all. I know you can take it…”

It’s only a few more thrusts before he pulls out and finishes himself on my back. I flop flat on the bed, covered in sweat and cum, my hair probably looking like a mop. My brain is on absolute cloud nine. 

He crawls beside me and smiles. “You okay, darlin’?” 

“Better than okay…” I sigh happily and he peppers my face with small kisses. 

“Did I hurt you anywhere?”

“Mmm… I think you'll have to plant some kisses elsewhere to have it heal faster…”

He quickly moves and plants two kisses on my reddened butt. I giggle. He tenderly traces the scratches he made on my back. “Are you sure you're okay?” 

“I am, I am. Just think that you branded me instead, hehe.” 

I look at him to see his concern turn to a blush. “Is that why you like seeing me and Terry brand those losers?”

“Mmmmmaybe.” 

“You really are a bad girl… and you're all mine. I’ll get you to be good like me, though!”

“Is that a promise? You'd have to see a lot more of me around.”

“Oh, whatever will I do with such a feeble maiden knocking at my door every night?” He moves back so he can hold me in his arms. Now getting a better look at him, he's looking a lot better. It's subtle since he hides it well, but it's nice I can help him out… and help myself out too.

I softly kiss his cheek. “I could think of a few things… maybe borrow some rope from Terry…”

Jimmy says my name with such incredulousness. 

“You can wear that cowboy outfit you have with those tight leather pants…” I nearly purr, my brain no longer having a filter.

“I do look good in those… maybe I’ll listen to your little request sometime.”

We laugh and he holds me tighter. It's silent for a little while as we catch our breath and get back to reality.

“Hey, I really appreciate this. I mean, I…more than usual. I always appreciate you of course- anytime I'm with you it feels like I'm the luckiest guy on Earth- the guys have just been more trouble than usual recently-” He’s stuttering and talking faster and I can't help but to smile. 

“You can always come to me for a boost to your confidence if that's what you're trying to say.” 

“... Thank you.”

“The way you fuck me already proves your a man, and I will happily submit my services again and again to get that through to you.” I tease him and he pouts briefly. “Really though,I will gush about how amazing you are at the drop of a hat.”

He thumbs my cheek and smiles at me. “You're the most understanding person I have ever met. Where have you been hiding…”

“Apparently in all the wrong bars. I’m so glad you found me that day…”

“Me too, baby.” He kisses me on my nose.

“Alright… we should probably get showered… we have a long day ahead of us.”

I see his brain churning for a moment before he curses and leaps up giggling. “You distracted me real well- get your butt in the shower!” 

“You're the one who made me so dirty!” 

“Who came in here needing to suck on my face?”

“Me- but I can at least admit it!” 

“I- you- come on!!”

We both get cleaned up, obviously taking a shower together in an attempt to save time (barely) with laughter echoing off the walls. He's lucky? I'd call myself winning the lottery with this goofball. We quickly get dressed and I lean on the door watching him get his hair back to perfection. Once he's done, he points finger guns at me.

“Let's get this party started!” 

—

The show was supposed to start in a few hours and I walked around with Jimmy, shadowing everything he was doing. And boy was it a lot. A manager's job seems to never be done. Both Terry and the Hart Foundation were competing tonight, and game plans had to be made. As much as Jimmy is silly, he's an incredibly hard and thorough worker. 

We already got done with Terry and we spoke with so many staffers. Future matches already needed to be lined up and pre-recorded promos needed to be filmed. Up next was a meeting with the Hart Foundation in the locker room before the show started.

Jimmy was practically swatting his tag team players away from me, and eventually I scooted off to another part of the locker room so no one would be distracted. I decided to overhear other conversations, and they were interesting to say the least. It's fascinating learning all the different cliques between folks. Unfortunately, some of the conversations are belittling Jimmy - calling him a squirrel, complaining about his loud mouth, and how stupid he is.

Despite people's front facing respect for Jimmy, there's a lot of… bullying. I know he's tiny, but the incessant name calling, passive aggressive pushing, and ribs towards him backstage is even worse than on stage. No wonder why he needs his bodyguards, but… this is bonkers. 

As I'm lost in thought staring holes into the ground, another loud man approaches me. 

“So you're the new girl, huh?”

I look up to see a very familiar Scotsman. 

“I, well, wouldn't quite say that-” I stutter out before he slams the locker behind my head. I jump a little. 

“Don't get eaten alive here.” He's still grinning. “I like Jimmy alright, but there's a lot of them who want to throw him out to the wolves. And do not get near JYD. I'd warn ya about Dynamite, but seems like he's already done his damage there.”

“Um… thank you for the heads up?” I'm not sure what to make of the man. I love watching him in his matches and talk show, but to have his personality directed at me has caught me off guard. He's threatening but there's truth to those words. Before I could ask anything else, Cowboy “Ace” Bob Orton places his hand on Roddy’s shoulder.

“Ease up on her, Rod. It's nice to have a fiesty lady around- especially a pretty one.” He flashes a smile at me.

“I ain't doin’ nothin', Acey. Just giving her some tips. She's the only lady he's actually brought back here - s’gotta mean somethin’.” He winks before quickly wrapping his arm around Ace’s middle. Oh, they're even more adorable up close. “We’ll see ya around, lady. Try not to get in too much trouble.” 

“No guarantees!” I wave to them as they leave. I guess it's almost time for the matches to start. I pause for a moment- I'm really the only person Jimmy has let back here…? That’s not nerve wracking at all…

I meander about a little more, seeing who’s left. There’s a few guys playing cards, and a few of them making their way to the gym. I recognize a lot of them - regular who’s who. I didn’t mean to walk too far out from the locker room, so I quickly make my way back. 

“Why in a rush, honey?” 

A chill goes down my spine as I hear that familiar voice behind me. “I’m more of a cat person, so I don’t want to get mixed up with any dogs.”

Junkyard Dog laughs. “Of course the cat would want the little mouse.” I glare at him. “I don’t have any beef with you. Let it stay that way and I won’t have to touch a little hair on your head. But if you get in my way of destroying that little runt, well…” He does his signature growl and I take a step back. 

“Terry will always stop you.” 

“Not in a match, and certainly not back here. The cowboy and his idiot are going down tonight.” He pushes past me with another laugh. I stand there and release the breath I forgot I was holding. I get that he has charisma wrestling, but back here it’s starting to feel like a rodeo with his and everyone else’s personalities clashing. 

I finally get back to the locker room, and Jimmy hurriedly hugs me. “Where have you been?”

“He’s been anxiously pacing this room.” Bret smirked. 

“Better not be distracting our manager too much, little lady.” Neidhart also chimed in. 

“Sorry guys! I got a little sidetracked exploring-”

“No one hurt you, right?” 

“Other than still being sore from this morning, no.” I deflect, not wanting to talk about how threatening JYD is and rather focus on the good things. Bret and Jim excitedly holler at Jimmy, and he tries to play it off coolly. 

“What can I say - I aim to please.” He nearly purrs at me, definitely happy that I’m bragging about him and easing his worries. “Alright, alright - we’ve got a match to win! Let’s do this, men!” 

We all cheer before making our way to the entrance. Some matches have already finished and the current match is wrapping up. It’s the Hart Foundation against the British Bulldogs first, a few more matches, a Piper’s Pit, and then Terry Funk versus JYD. I sneak my way down to ringside before their entrance so as to not disrupt anything. 

The match is certainly wonderful - and to see it this up close is even more mesmerizing. I desperately want to keep reaching out to give Jimmy some sneaky touches, but those cameras reveal everything. So I sit here with my hands in my pockets, trying to look like a regular WWF staff member. 

Soon enough, the Hart Foundation has a rousing success over the Bulldogs, with a few extra spicy kicks from Jimmy at Dynamite Kid. Lucky for him there was no branding iron in sight. With that, they made their way backstage. Another match in between with Macho Man versus Scott McGhee - always fun to watch. It wasn’t too quickly over and I found myself rooting for Mach. 

Once that match was over, Grab Them Cakes starts playing and I roll my eyes. Such a dumb song - “it's about my mother’s cookies” my ass. Terry is announced next with Jimmy following behind him. Immediately this match is off to an annoying start - JYD manages to grab Terry’s cowboy hat and wears it. You don’t wear a cowboy’s hat. 

I root for Terry, eagerly watching the match play out with Jimmy outsmarting JYD by running around the ring to distract him. JYD gets nailed twice this way and I can’t help but to fist bump the air. My eyes are locked, waiting for Terry to brand his opponent. Suddenly, Jimmy is pulled into the ring by his hair as he desperately tries to keep the branding iron away from the dog. They push and pull on each other, and in a wild move, Jimmy gets tossed to the turnbuckle, slamming right into it. He slumps down and rolls onto the announcer’s table. I resist so hard to hop to my feet, he looks badly hurt. 

At some point, the branding iron was lost to the scuffle and Terry quickly uses it to knock out the man and pin him. Just as the three count is made, Terry rushes over to Jimmy and helps him up, both men limping back to the locker room. My leg is bouncing up and down as the decision is made, and as soon as the coast is clear from cameras, I dart backstage. 

I also realize I don’t know where the medical room is. As I run around trying to find a room that remotely looks like it, I run directly into Roddy. “Oh my god I’m so sorry-”

“What, ya finally saw-” Whatever joke he was going to make stopped at his lips as soon as he saw my face. “Hey hey, what happened?”

“Jimmy- not sure where the medical room is?” 

“It’s just down a few more doors here, on your left. You know he gets in these situations almost every other night, right?”

This doesn’t help my mood as I’m practically jogging in place now knowing where Jimmy is. “It’s so much different than watching on TV - and most of what they air never seems so brutal - I dunno-” 

Roddy is silent for once, just watching me. It looks like he wants to say something, but sighs instead. “Go.”

I thank him and run off, looking at every door on my left. It really wasn’t too far, I could hear Terry’s voice talking to the medic. I bolt in, looking way too frantic. 

“If both of ya’ll are prone to nervous breakdowns, I’m gonna need my brother here to handle the two of you.” Terry jokes in his Terry-like way, but that means it’s not as bad as my brain is making me think it is. 

“So he’s okay?”

“Yeah, he’s gotta rest for a bit but he’ll be right as rain. He’s gotten beaten up way more than this.”

“So I’ve seen and so I’ve been told… It’s just a lot more… real when it’s up close.”

“Ya seen his Memphis days? Man can take blows like a pro.”

“Memphis days…? I’ve only known him from The Gentrys, and well, here.”

Terry nods. “He doesn’t talk about it much now - his friend passed away and I think it’s still hard for him.”

“Oh…” 

“He owes everything to those years though - and he should be proud of it. I know he is, too, deep down. He used to boast that his feud with Lawler and Kaufman changed the face of wrestling.” He pauses for a moment, lost in thought. “Jimmy’ll get there again. He doesn’t stay down - not with anything he’s involved with.”

“It makes me happy you think so highly of him.”

“We’ve been through a lot together and he’s saved my ass a bunch. He's a good guy.” 

“Don't have to tell me that… I just hope he can keep trusting me. I want to hear all of his stories from his mouth.”

Terry pats my back. “I'm sure he'll tell you all about it one of these days. But for now, stop talking to this middle aged crazy man and go see him. Shoo, shoo, now.” 

I quickly hug Terry and thank him, and walk over to the bed he was resting in. He was fast asleep, but it really did look like it was just some bruises and needed to sleep it off. I quietly move a chair next to him and sit down, holding his hand. I watch his chest rise and fall as time passed. 

“It wasn’t in the plan to get beaten up, you idiot.” I whisper to him. 

“Never is.” He smirks, his other arm over his eyes. “The audience gets a kick out of it though and it makes us more money. I’m okay- really.”

I make a hum of disapproval. “Yeah… this is going to be… hard to get used to.”

“These bumps are easy peasy - I’m a man, afterall. If my men can get tossed about, I can, too.”

“It’s not just that!” I squeeze tighter on his hand. “Does everyone make fun of you all the time?!”

“Why do you think I’m such a firecracker?” He laughs and I sigh. 

“It’s just a lot to take in when you lo-...” I trail off, frustrated. 

“Hm? I couldn’t hear you. I think I got whacked in the ear too hard.” The roughed up man sits up now, smiling and looking at me. 

I glare at him and I can feel my cheeks redden. Just bite the bullet… “I said - I love you.” 

He gives a cheshire cat grin. “No, sorry, still couldn’t hear you.”

“Oh my God.”

“You’re gonna have to repeat yourself~”

I’m trying to resist grinning at this dork. I lean over to his ear. “I love you, Jimmy.”

“I know.”

“Judas Priest you’re killin’ me h-”

“I love you, too.”

A beat. “...oh.”

Both of us sat there looking at each other, Jimmy still holding that smile and I’m most likely looking like an idiot with the most dumbfounded expression. 

“I wouldn’t have let you back here otherwise, darlin’. I know it’s rough, but I promise you I’ll be okay. I’ll have you to kiss me back to health, won’t I?”

“O-of course yes, but-”

“Do you trust me, baby?”

“To the ends of the Earth.”

“It’ll be okay then. I’ll always make sure of that.”

I look away, processing everything. He has a point - most people here have been rowdy, but kind. It may be something that takes some adjusting to, but Jimmy has known this life for years now. If he didn’t like it, he wouldn’t be putting so much energy into this. I’d be a hypocrite if after all that begging for trust, I’d back down now. 

“Fine… but you’ve gotta talk to me about your Memphis days. Not right now, but I want to hear about you. I want to know all I can about you. And I want to support you in any way I can.”

He frowns for a moment, in thought. “One day. I like it here more for sure, but I can’t forget where it all started. And I’m sure we can find something for you to do around here. The WWF is only getting bigger and better!”

I kiss him. “As long as it lets me be around you more, I’d love that.”

“You could photograph and write about how amazing The Hart Foundation is~”

“I could, I might just be a bit biased.”

“That sounds alright to me.” 

At some point our faces were inches apart, eyes half lidded, goofy smiles adorning our faces. 

“If you’re feeling better, get your own room!” 

We quickly turn to the voice - it was a very annoyed nurse. How long has she been there… I look at Jimmy who’s snickering. 

“We can go, I’m alright.” He hops out of the bed and stretches. 

I grab his jacket and we make our way out of the room. At this point all the matches are done, and the boys are ready for all the after parties - or sleep. 

“Let’s meet up with Terry and the others, sweetheart!”

“Are you really feeling better?”

“I am, baby, really!” The Mouth of the South hops a little and throws some fake punches. He winces only a little. Even after all that, he's back to being an Energizer bunny. 

“Okay, okay finneee. I’d love to hang out more. You know some good people in this crazy place.”

“I really do! They’re the best, baby!” 

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The bar was packed. It looked like most of the wrestlers came out tonight and it was almost a madhouse in here. There’s plenty of space, but everyone's frames make it seem claustrophobic. It seems like the most generic bar, nothing compared to the one we first met at. This one is painted in browns and red, soft on the eyes but boring. No karaoke either, unfortunately. Jimmy goes right to the middle of everything and I shyly follow suit, immediately feeling out of place. 

I spot Terry and he already seems completely gone. “Glad the wimps could make it!! Not scuttling off to go find chicks for once!” 

Jimmy laughs before I could retort. “No need for that anymore, I've got this gal with me.” I immediately blush as he takes my hand and keeps leading me to the bar. We run into a few others and we quickly say hello, letting them know we’ll join them in a minute. Jimmy leans on the bar and gets the barista’s attention.

“I'll take a non-alcoholic Roy Rogers. What are you havin’, baby?”

“I'll do a non alcoholic Shirley Temple so we can both be dorks, heh.”

“You sure? You know I'm not gonna judge you for drinking.”

“I know- I just… I don't trust myself with drinks and this many people here. Plus you've seen me tipsy enough, you don't need to see me worse than that.” I softly smile. 

He puts his sunglasses on his hair and smiles back. “You're cute in any state you're in.” 

“Mm. You’re damn straight.”

“Did someone get their confidence back?”

“Of course - I had the best person here tell me he loves me. How could I be any better?” I cheekily grin. It was Jimmy’s turn to lightly blush and giggle, somehow at a loss of words. As we’re stupidly grinning at each other, the drink’s arrive. 

The cutie clears his throat. “You ready?”

I take a long sip of my drink. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

We headed where most of the guys were. Some were in the corner playing pool, but the rest were at a large table as it was slowly getting filled with empty mugs of beer. I could recognize everyone, and nodded to the ones I’ve spoken to previously. There were appetizers in the middle that everyone was munching on, too. Jimmy and I found a spot next to Terry and I started snacking on a chicken wing. 

“You’re gonna go straight to that-”

I look at him with a knowing smirk. “I do like my chicken wings.”

He playfully huffs and grabs a mozzarella stick. “Good thing I like cheese.”

“If ya’ll are gonna keep this up, I’m throwing you outta the table. If we’re not allowed to be all cheesy with our partners-”

“Rod, you’re more like the spice on that thing than the cheese part.” Ace laughs at his- partner? Well that’s news to me. I finally notice Rod’s arm wrapped protectively around Ace’s middle, squeezing his hip. 

“That’s only when I’m at least five drinks in.”

They bicker for a little bit, the others chiming in to insult Rod some more before he chugs his beer down and leaves to go grab another. Ace watches him leave with a twinkle in his eye and a small smile before he changes the subject back to sports. I look at Jimmy who seems to still be processing something as he’s absentmindedly eating another cheese stick. 

“Hey what’s up, sweetie?”

He purses his lips for a moment. “We’re not partners.”

My heart sinks immediately as I try to parse what he means- even though that is technically true. I try to brush it off. “What, you wanna call me your girlfriend instead?”

A long sip of his drink. “Don’t you think that’d be a little too fast, darlin’?”

“Oh uh… s-sure.” I remember him saying to be patient with him, but it still stings a little to hear it out loud. I do appreciate him not being angry at Rod for bringing it up, as that would've been much more awkward. I take some fries and start munching on those to get my head out of wherever it’s going. 

I try to focus on the conversations around me, Jimmy finally participating in them and laughing. I’m half paying attention, but smile everytime I hear Jimmy laugh. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have a stronger drink to at least loosen up. I walk to the bar and order the strongest beer they have -which aren’t really ever that strong. 

As I’m waiting, I see another group of large men enter the bar and take a table on the opposite side of the venue. I don’t recognize any of them so I go back to observing more of this place. It’s something I’d have to get used to, and maybe after the first few rounds of this, I won’t need alcohol to make me chatty. And maybe… I need to be patient with myself. This really is a lot to adjust to. New people, new locations, new routine. I still have my day job - but would I really want to leave it for… this? For him? Could I stand just seeing him on the weekends…? 

I shake my head, thinking much too much about the future. Just get through this one day. The beer is placed in front of me, stirring me out of my thoughts. As I grab it, Jimmy sits beside me, rapidly trying to get my attention it seems. 

“You gotta hear what the boys were sayin’, baby! Arguin’ that Paul McCartney shouldn’t be on the top 40-” He suddenly stopped and almost looked like a deer in headlights for a second. I followed his gaze to where those men from earlier sat down at. He quickly moves my head back to face him. I raise an eyebrow. “Too many assholes over there, darlin’. Anyways as I was sayin’ - any of the Beatles have more talent in their pinky-”

“No hello, Jimmy?”

I turn around first, catching Jimmy gritting his teeth and putting his sunglasses back on. His smile fades before turning around. “Why would I have one for you?”

“Aw come now, Jimmy, you still mad at me?”

“You broke my jaw and not to mention many other bones, Lawler. Of course I am! What are you even doing here? This is a long way from Memphis.”

The man smirks. “Seeing if the rest of us can join this group. We can certainly make it more fun.” 

His focus was all on Jimmy, he's not paying any attention to anyone else, including me. What does he even mean by that?

“You’ve gotten soft- where's that cruelty? Where's that fighting spirit? Show ‘em no mercy!” with every punctuation he jabbed Jimmy's chest. The lowlights of the bar are making it so he looks like he has a poker face.

I interrupt, tired of whoever this is mouthing off. “Jimmy does enough. He gets people fired up and his wrestlers love him.”

He smiles at me and reaches out his hand, attitude totally changed. “Lawler. Jerry Lawler.”

I stare at his hand a moment before slapping it away. “You're not my type.” I still haven’t had a sip of my beer and I’d rather be talking about music. 

Jerry laughs. “I’m everyone's type, dollface.” He tries to push himself in between Jimmy and I, but I quickly stand up and move next to Jimmy, blocking Jerry from getting in-between us. 

“You hard of hearing, too?”

I could see the gears turning in his head as he stared at the both of us. He kept smiling and sat down regardless. “Well this one's more fiesty than your other ladies.” 

“Real cute, Lawler. You're gonna have to try better than that. I've got her and all my wrestlers with me. You can't lay a finger on me.”

“Maybe not you, but say…” He looked at me as he leaned on the bar. “He ever tell you how terrible he was back in Memphis? The amount of brawls he was in because he couldn't keep his mouth shut? Or the amount of double crosses he made just to fuck me over? And! Then he was suspended. Cried and ran to the damn WWF, ‘oh please take me in!’” 

“You know I loved Memphis! I gave that place everything I had and then some! I deserve riding in cars that aren't falling apart every two hundred miles! It was terrible back there and you know it- you're just jealous, King.” 

“Jealous? Me?” He laughed again. At this time I noticed that he isn't holding a drink and he doesn't seem to be under any influence. This really is just how this guy acts. What an asshole. 

Despite my own emotions being a little mixed up, I pipe in again. “Plenty to be jealous of, nothing shameful about that. He's got the best guys in the business, the best voice, the best attitude- simply- he’s the best.”

I could see Jimmy’s lip curl into a brief smile before glaring at Jerry again as he continues to go off. “The best at being the worst! Everyone in Memphis hates him, myself included. And best wrestlers? Ha! Terry can’t fight his way out of a brown paper sack, the Hart Foundation are nothing but limp idiots, and don’t get me started on Adonis.”

Jimmy is up out of the stool ready to fight, but I push him back slightly, surprising him. I’m much too heated. “Any of his men could beat you with their hands tied and blindfolded! I’d say ‘you and your friends’, but I know you don’t have any.”

Jimmy can’t help but smile at me, genuinely impressed. Jerry on the other hand snarls. “You're really gonna stick around a loser and a wimp like him?”

“Better that than a washed up, disgusting ‘king’.” 

Lawler didn't like that one bit. He quickly stood up and grabbed my shirt, pulling me in. He started to say something but before either men could even process, I grabbed my drink and dumped it on him causing him to let me go. “You… whore. ”

Jimmy laughed for a moment, until Lawler slapped my face and knocked me to the bar. I hit it and fell on my ass, gripping my face. As soon as I looked up, Jimmy had pounced on him, slugging quick fists at his head. They had fallen onto the floor, and the mouth of the south wasn’t letting up.

With all the commotion, Brett and Jim came over to survey the situation, quickly realizing that help was needed before it escalated any further. Brett pulled Jimmy off, limbs flailing. He was only seeing red. 

Lawler quickly got to his feet after the surprise attack, but The Anvil took Jimmy's place and chopped him right on the chest. “Hey there! I think you need to party somewhere else.”

Not that either men did a lot of damage, but Lawler quite had enough of it. “Alright, alright. I'm leaving. But you can't hide forever, Jimmy. I'll find my way in here and you'll have to deal with me all over again.” He stomped off, trying to squeeze some of the drink out of his shirt. 

Once he was gone, Jimmy finally stopped moving around and Brett let go. “Hey, Jimmy, what was all that?”

“It's a long story… sorry you guys had to get involved in that.” 

“Not at all! Let us know if you guys need anything, alright? We're just over by the other side shooting some pool.” Brett smiled and wandered off again, Anvil happily following along like a puppy dog. Neither of them seemed too wasted, but also probably didn’t want to get in the way too much of Jimmy trying to help me. He’d probably try to scratch their eyeballs out, too, at this point.

Jimmy let go of a breath he didn't realize he was holding and crouched down to me. “Baby, are you okay? You were so tough facing him like that!” He helped me back up on the stool and delicately floated his hand over where I was hit.

“Smarts, but I'm alright. I just can't stand people insulting you or your work…”

He grimaced a little. “He's ain't all wrong. You know I love insulting people and getting people riled up- it's fun to me and makes our shows even more popular. And there are times I've taken it too far- and I'll most likely do it again.”

“So? Just don't get shot.”

He somberly laughs. “Trying not to, baby.” He lightly massages my side that got rammed on the bar. 

“I don't care what anyone else says - until I hear from you what happened, it's irrelevant. But ‘finding out’ that you were a shit talker- oh noooo what a surprise.” I sarcastically say, trying to cheer Jimmy up. 

I get a little chuckle out of him. “I love that you trust me so easily.”

“I love your genuine belief and support in people you like.”

He moves closer to my face, his hand now on my cheek that was slapped. I wince a little. “Let me kiss it better…” His soft kisses replace his hand and I hum with delight.

“You're gonna make me want to get beaten up more so you can kiss me like this…” I laugh through my nose but Jimmy tenses up slightly. 

“You’ve got me and my whole stable- we can't protect you all the time, but you'll be safe.” 

“I know- and that's why I'm not too worried when I'm around you. You make me believe I can take on guys like that jackass.”

That gets him to smile. “Easy to do when I've got a hot spirited gal like you.” 

“Who wears their Hart on their sleeve.”

“I knew my jokes would rub off on you!”

He laughs and we can hear a wrestler shout- “could someone shut up that nails on chalkboard sound?!” To which I quickly shout back a polite “fuck you!” before pulling on Jimmy’s tie and kissing him. He makes a surprised yelp before melting into the kiss, returning the softness. 

“I uh … really needed that.”

“And I need another.” It was my turn to be surprised, slow on returning his kisses but eventually picking up the pace. 

I push him off after a couple of seconds. “Mm. Your mouth really does rile people up.” 

He laughs again. “We can continue that later. For now…” Jimmy pauses and thinks for a moment, glancing around the room. His gaze lingers at one of the couches by the pool tables and it's not long until he grabs my hand and gently leads us over there, sitting down. We watch Brett and Jim play - Brett on track to win this round. They occasionally throw insults at each other, but it's the quietest part of this place. I could still listen in to table conversations if I really tried. 

After a few moments of watching them play, Jimmy suddenly starts talking, and starts talking a mile a minute to try to get it all out. 

“Memphis is my home. The Gentrys rose and fell there - as you know - but the wrestling half was because Lawler gave me a chance. I know, that Lawler. He was always a jerk, but he sought me out. We were friends at first, but it turned into a bitter rivalry. He insulted my talents, my hair, my management skills - everything! Even made a song about it! I know I’m a wimp but I’ve always had to speak my mind, and he always had to get back at me tenfold. Then there’s the amount of tar and feathers I've been bathed in among the other weird penalties my dumb mouth got me into...”

His speech started to slow.

“Then Andy “I’m from Hollywood” Kaufman came to the scene. He was crazy and fun and riled up crowds so easily- he was amazing.” 

There was a beat. I held his hand to encourage him to keep going. 

“...and… he didn't last much longer after that. Things went downhill fast and ended with Russell suspending me. The WWF took me in afterwards - and not because I ran to them cryin’! And well- you know the rest.”

I listened enraptured. “I’d love to see any of those old tapes… you're always so creative with that mouth of yours! And it's not like they didn't deserve it - especially Lawler.” 

He gave me a quizzical look before softly chuckling. “I really shouldn't be surprised at this.”

“W-what?!”

“As Terry puts it, you've got it baaaad .”

“Oh c'mon!!” I huff, immediately letting go of his hand and crossing my arms. “Stop being adorable, then!”

“You're the only person I know who would call my antics ‘adorable’”. 

There's quiet for a moment longer as I go back through what he said. “Kaufman… he passed away a year or two ago, didn't he? I only knew him from Taxi but… I always heard he was really weird.”

“No weirder than the rest of us.”

He's got a point. I nod. “I didn't realize you were that close to him.”

“He was great! He would get people so mad, and teaming up with him to take down Lawler was one of our best plans!” Jimmy happily kicked his feet for a moment, proud of himself. “But here at the WWF - I can use all of my skills to my full extent. I got the best wrestlers around and I can still write music. It’s really the best - even when I’m getting bumped around, it’s exciting!”

I smile at how giddy he is. “That excitement really rubs off on everyone around you. It’s enthralling.” I giggle. “If that’s really all there is to it - why were you so worried about me hearing it?”

“I really shouldn’t have been, huh?” He watches Brett win the game of pool and Jim setting up the next round. “It’s hard to trust anyone in this business… People come and go at a moment’s notice.”

“You brought that up briefly before… are you scared?” He doesn’t say anything. I softly lift his sunglasses up, then stroke his cheek. His expression says it all. “I’d do anything to convince you not to be.”

“You have, though! It’s me that’s the problem-!” He crosses his arms and throws his back against the couch, sliding into it. 

“Well, you’re gonna have two problems, then.” I pat his shoulder. “Because I’m not going anywhere… unless you have someone forcibly kick me out… which I’d hope not, haha.”

“I’d never do that to you, baby.”

“And I’ll never walk out on you. Your worries are the same as mine. At the end of the day, I don't want to lose you.”

We were stuck in a staring contest, each to their own thoughts. Eventually, we sat back normally on the chair, both flustered and annoyed. What I hadn’t noticed, is Brett staring at us. The game looked to still be going, but he probably heard more than he wanted to hear. 

“C’mon, just ask her out already.” Brett lazily spoke as he chalked his cue stick. 

Neidhart chuckled. “Maybe he really is too chiickkennn~” 

Jimmy immediately needed to pipe up. “I am NOT!”

“Then what are you waitin’ for, lover boy?”

“I-!” He jumped up from the couch in a fit again, pitch going everywhere. “I ain’t gonna ask her in a place like this!”

“Sounds like an excuse to me.” Brett took his turn, making Anvil curse as another ball was sunk. “There’s even a small beach nearby.”

“Right!” He quickly turned to me with a smile. “There’s only promos to run tomorrow- so tomorrow night, let’s go!” 

I blink at him, wildly confused, yet incredibly grateful for the wrestlers he keeps around him. I return his grin. “Sounds great to me, honey.” 

It took only a few seconds later for his brain to catch up to his mouth and realize what he agreed to. Suddenly, he seems very nervous again as he leans on the armrest and taps his foot. He always follows through though - no matter how ridiculous, so I’m not worried. 

I rest my hand on his arm and give him the silliest impression of himself. “You got this, baby.”

He laughs. “Real cute, real cute. Don’t go stealin’ my thing.”

“Mm, but I’ve already stolen your heart haven’t I?”

“You're a little minx, you know that?” He cups my chin in his hand, squeezing my cheeks. 

I stick my tongue out at him. “You wouldn't want it any other way.”

He leans down and quickly kisses me. “Let's go enjoy the rest of the night, huh?”

“Yeah!!”

Jimmy walks ahead of me back to the table everyone was at and I follow suit with a wink and a silent mouthed ‘thank you’ to Brett and Jim. They give a grin and a thumbs up in return. 

The rest of the night goes really well - everyone was an absolute hoot. I'd never thought it would be this much fun to watch drunk antics, but I was loving every second. Both Jimmy and I would keep egging them on, absolutely not helping matters. 

By the time it hit last call, it was two in the morning and time to go back to the hotel. We went as a group, leaning on each other and laughing the way down the street - and breaking up any fights as need be. We said our goodnights as everyone hit their rooms, and I followed Jimmy to ours. 

“Gosh what a day! What a night!!” I stretch and flop backwards on the bed with a giggle. 

“Yeah, those boys really know how to party! I'm real glad you enjoyed yourself.” 

I hum in response, but then yawn. “I'm gonna sleep like a log.” I force myself to get up again and change into my pajama top. As I'm lazily undressing, I notice Jimmy watching, a dopey smile on his face. “What's up, my sweet?”

“Nothin’. Am I not allowed to stare at the most beautiful lady I know?” 

“Hmm… not allowed.” I put my hands on Jimmy’s eyes. “Not until you ask me out!”

He laughs. “Hey now, that ain't fair!!” Instead of removing my hands, he stumbles to find my hips, pulling me closer. His hands move further down to my butt and he squeezes it, making me move my hands and squeak.

“That’s an illegal move!” I tease. 

“Oh, it's very legal in my book.” He kisses me deeply. 

“You're such a…” I trail off, much too brain dead to be too sassy. 

“A southern gentleman? Why yes I am~” He squeezes my butt one more time before pushing me away and going to his own stuff to get comfortable for the night. 

I cheekily roll my eyes before going back to throwing my top on. I crawl into bed, every event catching up to every bone in my body. Jimmy soon joins me and immediately cradles me in his arms. I take his scent in, a mixture of sweetness and sophistication filling my senses. We rub soft circles on each other’s backs, and I sleepily kiss his chest. Our legs are tangled with each other and everything feels so soft and so right. Even the silence is comfortable, the pitter patter of his heart lulling me to sleep.

“Goodnight, my favorite darlin’...”

Chapter Text

Jimmy wakes up far too early for my tastes, but it does give me way more inspiration to fight off the sleep in my eyes to see him so excited and ready for the day. 

“Did you even sleep, angel…?” I yawn as he comes out of the bathroom with a towel draped around his waist. 

“‘Course I did! I sleep even better with you in my arms.” He gives me a quick kiss on my forehead and bounds over to his luggage to get dressed. I finally move my ass to the shower and follow suit. 

When we're all set and Jimmy finally has his hair together, we make our way to the arena to film some promotions and bumpers. There's some guys who are wrestling today, but Jimmy’s guys are already done, so they film a few generic recaps and a teaser for tomorrow. It was fun watching it all, and seeing the staff also try not to laugh at some of the ridiculous things these guys say made me smile. 

It took a few hours, but afterwards we had the whole day to ourselves. Jimmy still checked in with his wrestlers at least three more times to make sure they were all set and had everything they needed. 

“Sweetheart, I think they got this.” I giggle at his arms crossed, pouty face look he’s giving me.

“Alright, alright…and you're probably biting at the bit to see what I have in store for you, huh?”

I look at him wide eyed. “At what time did you get anything planned?”

“I have my ways, baby.” He smirks. 

We head back to the hotel so he can grab stuff - without me looking. While he was packing, I quickly threw on my swimsuit and changed into lighter clothes. He bounded over to another room real quick and came back with a… guitar?

“There was no way I was going to hide this from you.” He shrugs. “But you still don't know what I've got planned.”

“I certainly don’t, and with you it could be anything.”

He laughs a little before patting the guitar case and a duffelbag. “I think we’re ready!” 

I have my small bag with me too and we head down to the hotel lobby. Jimmy says he needs to grab one more thing and he’ll be right back. So I sit near the few bags and kick my legs, looking around me. The hotel is really nothing special, but it seems like it’s one of those that hold many fancy business meetings. 

“Hiya! It's been a little bit!”

Is everyone just going to come out of the woodworks? I sigh and turn to face the voice. It’s a friend of mine alright, but one of those I have to keep an arms’ length away from now. “Hey, wasn't expecting you here.”

“Work brought me out this way, you know how it is.” She chewed her gum obnoxiously. “What about you?”

“I told you that I was coming out here for a wrestling show…”

“Oh right!! How'd that go? Was it fun?”

“Yeah, it's actually been really nice-”

“Great!” She cuts me off and begins to dump on me what her work has got her doing this weekend. I'm gritting my teeth hard before I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder. 

“Darlin’, who's this?” Jimmy says disarmingly sweet.

“A friend-”

“Is this one of the wrestler boys you were talking about?” She cuts me off again and introduces herself to Jimmy with a wave. 

Oh God. I can feel my face flush with embarrassment. “Uh… yeah.”

My friend elbows me with a wink. “I thought you were gonna go with someone muscular, but guess you grabbed whatever you could. You tryin’ to sleep your way to one of the big guys?”

I clench my hands into fists and stare at the ground. “No-”

“Hah! Sure- oh wait is this the singer guy? That'd make more sense. That's more your type.”

I look at her with a confused expression. She always says what she thinks I like when it's only selectively choosing what I've said before. Yes, I like singers, but he’s more than just that. I’ve told her a few times now how much I like him and how much he makes me smile. Not that she ever pays attention despite asking.

“She's got good taste then to fall for the best manager in all of wrasslin’. So what do you have goin’ for you?” 

My friend laughs and waves the question off. “Oh, just a long time friend. Good taste though? First I’ve heard, am I right?” 

I feel Jimmy’s hand tighten on my shoulder in annoyance before he laughs. “People say my voice is annoying, but clearly they've never heard yours before.”

I hold back a snicker as her face contorts. “At least I’m not running around chasing guys all the time.” 

“Sounds like you're jealous~” He’s barely taking the conversation seriously, like she isn't a threat. Which she isn't but… her words get to me. 

She rolls her eyes. “Of her and her fleeting obsessions? Hah!”

“Better than to be some kind of fake idiot who can't tell when she's not wanted. You gonna get outta here or what?”

“Hey, I'm just joking around! Isn't that right?” She looks at me with a smirk and I look back at the ground. 

“Ten thousand comedians outta work and you're trying to be one. Why don't you go back to your boyfriend? Oh wait let me guess- you don't have one!” He does that obnoxiously cute laugh of his and I can’t help but to smile.

It looks like she’s finally wearing down as she frowns. “Your boy toy is really annoying. Tell him to quit it.”

My smile stays put as I finally stand up, but it’s one out of exasperation and disbelief. “Are you kidding me? Get out of here.” I end the sentence with venom on her name. I can feel Jimmy patting my shoulder and hopping a little. “You can come back when you learn to be an actual friend. Someone who actually has my back.”

“Seriously? You know I was just joking-”

“Your jokes are terrible and you never listen! Just GO.” 

“...fine. Whenever you inevitably give up on him, I'll still be a shoulder for you to cry on.” She scowls before walking past us, the click clack of her shoes fading as she heads to the elevator. 

I quickly turn to Jimmy and clasp my hands together. “I'm so sorry about that-”

“Hey hey, it's okay, baby! We all have an annoying bug like that in our lives.”

“She's… not entirely wrong though. There's always truth in her statements so I can never argue back.”

It looks like he was in thought, his hand resting on his chin, recounting the conversation. “If those things were said about me, would you still like me?”

“Of course!!”

“Then that's that, darlin’!” He smiles before grabbing the bags. He starts walking to the car, leaving me processing.

Wait what. 

“Hold on-!” I quickly run after him. “What do you mean?”

He throws our bags in the trunk and closes it. “It's exactly what I mean. None of that changes my thoughts on you.” He opens the passenger door with a flourish and motions for me to get in. “And I’m sure you won't ‘give up on me’, I've got you wrapped around my finger, baby.” He closes the door on my bewildered expression and gets in on the driver's side.

I look at him with a small smile. “Damn your cocky confidence.”

“You know I'm right.”

“You are, you are.” I shake my head and pat my cheeks to cool my heels again. 

“There’s my babygirl.” He grins and starts driving to the beach, the scenery passing by in a blur. The car ride was mostly uneventful as I looked out the window, now too bashful to say much. It was luckily a short ride anyways, the radio only finishing about three or four songs.

We finally make it to the beach and park in the nearby lot. It looks like a pretty decent sized area. We hop out of the car with our stuff in tow and walk down. I was ready to pick any spot, but Jimmy motioned for me to keep following him. I did, and we walked pretty far down the stretch. There was a little secluded alcove this way, with an abandoned part of development behind us. It looks like not many people make it out this way but the single streetlight was still on, casting mood lighting on this section. It was quiet and peaceful, away from everything. The sun was close to setting, adding to the orange glow of the place. 

As I was taking in the scenery, Jimmy laid down two beach towels, a mini tape deck, some drinks and sandwiches with a few snacks. The guitar was still in its case, safely kept a little higher up. I drop my bag near the set up and smile. 

“Jimmy… this is really going all out. This is so lovely…”

He returns the smile and puts in a tape- it sounds like one of the albums we listened to on our first date. I love that he remembers. “Have you known me to do anything less?” 

“True, true.” I hum happily for a beat before ripping my clothes off and tossing them at Jimmy. He makes a soft sound and shoves the clothes off on my beach towel. “Hurry up and join me in the water!!” I stick my tongue out at him and shake my butt before running off to the ocean.

Jimmy laughs and quickly takes off his clothes to reveal some cute swim trunks and chases after me. Once I get to the water, he tackles me down into it for a moment. We quickly get up for air and I laugh, splashing him out of retaliation. All that does is get him to keep splashing back and taunting me.

“C'mon baby, grab the bull by the horns!”

“Your bullhorn isn’t even anywhere nearby!” 

“No, but I've got other parts of me you can grab~”

I stop splashing him for a moment and swim closer to hold him. I do a little hop in the water and wrap my legs around his waist and he holds me with his warm touch. The cold water takes most of my weight and he smiles up at me. 

“This is much better…”

“Oh, I agree.”

The sun was just touching the ocean’s edge, a soft glow cast on both of us. I didn't want to move from him. His hair nearly sparkles from the light reflections and it was becoming a little fluffier than normal from the water. I reach up to caress his cheek and he leans into my hand with a toothy grin. I just know my mouth is hanging slightly open, absolutely enamored with him.

“How… are you so perfect…?”

“What do you mean, baby?” He looks at me with a knowing smile, just wanting to hear me praise him. Fine, I giggle and kiss his forehead.

“You make me laugh. Ten thousand comedians and here you are trying to be one.”

He nearly drops me as he laughs, I cling on to him tighter. “Is that all it takes to be perfect?”

“Mhm. Everything else is a bonus. Like how your voice, even when you're not singing, is music to my ears. I never want you to stop talking. Then there’s those soft eyes, usually hidden from the world but when they're on me - I feel like I'm your whole world.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Nope, I'm not done. Because that only touches the surface of how much I adore and respect you. Because you stand up for the people you like, and destroy those who defy you. People call you a liar and a coward, but I've never met someone so brave.” 

Jimmy’s eyes were searching mine, but I’m not sure what he was searching for. 

“Everything I say is from my heart. I mean it.” 

He laughed through his nose and stood me back in the water. “I know you mean it, that's the scary part.” He licked his lips as if he was nervous. “It's usually the other way around, baby. I’m the one who does the sweet talkin’ and the supportin’.”

“Don't worry, I'll still need that.”

“Good - because I won't stop- but I- you make me feel over the moon when you say things like that.” There was a blush brushing his cheeks.

I grin in response and move my face closer to his, noses touching. “That’s how it should be… Let me show you how wonderful you are.” 

“Hmm. I'll think about it.” Oh back to his smarmy grin. 

“You dork!” I wiggle out of his grip enough to push him back into the water, a small, cute yelp escaping his lips.

We play longer in the ocean, splashing and swimming and letting our laughter fill the air. Once the light from the sun is no longer seen, we walk back to our little set up and dry off. The stars and the  streetlight are all the lights in the immediate area, while some city lights can still be seen in the distance.

“C'mon, let me help you.” Jimmy takes my towel and gently caresses my body with it, placing kisses occasionally on my exposed skin. I accidentally let a moan escape and he chuckles. “Save that for later, baby.” 

“Oh my lord. Hush you.”

“I thought you said you liked my voice?”

I grunt and try to pout in response as he wraps the towel around me, done getting the water off my body. 

“Gosh, you're so adorable when you're mad.” 

“Yeah, yeah, you little gerbil.” I pull him against my body, holding us inside the towel.

“ Gerbil???” 

“It's better than a chicken wing, right?”

“Wrong!!” He's trying to wiggle his way out of the towel in mock anger and offense. However, he manages to knock both of us down into the sand, and I land on top of him. 

“I thought you said to leave this for later?” I giggle.

It was his turn to pout. I kiss his cheek before getting up and offering my hand. He takes it and quickly kisses my lips with a playful smile.

We settle down on our respective towels, our drying towels back to being over our shoulders. As I reach out to grab a sandwich, I notice the music isn't playing anymore. I was about to flip the tape, but noticed that the ocean waves are much more alluring right now. It's incredibly peaceful and puts me at ease. 

It's quiet as I take a bite. I'm suddenly too shy to look at Jimmy, and stare out at the ocean instead.

“Thanks for taking me out here tonight, by the way. This has been really nice.” 

Jimmy could barely believe his eyes. How this lovely lady could adore, no, love him this much. She sits there like embers waiting to ignite as he watches her stare into the night sky. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest as if he were a teenager again, suddenly unsure and not confident, but excited nonetheless. 

He’s trying to be on his best behavior, but it's a good thing she loves a good teasing. All he wants to do is hold her and kiss her, dance with her until they're out of breath. Is this what it feels like? Chasing all those ladies before to get a lick of attention and relief- it feels like wasted time now. Even the ones who chased after him were always fake in the end - not that he could blame them. 

But with her, it’s like suddenly the world is brighter. 

“You okay there, Jimmy?” It looked like he was staring at me for a while, his lips ever so slightly parted.

“Yes. Everything's just great.” His features were so soft in this dim light and it made my heart skip a beat. I quickly took another bite of my sandwich. 

“You should eat…” 

He chuckles and starts munching on the snacks - whatever he was thinking seemingly resolving itself. We sit there in comfortable silence as we finish eating, each to our own thoughts. I stretch and dig my toes into the sand, relishing in the coolness of it. It's not sweltering yet, but I feel a million degrees with him right by my side. 

Once we’re done eating, I hear him shuffle and grab the guitar out of the case, propping it up on his leg. He strums a few chords to tune it as I finally look in his direction with a tilt of my head. 

He grins at me, strumming the first few chords before singing. “ Walkin’ on the beach in Jamaica , with a cool ocean breeze in my hair… Watchin’ the birds flying over my head, seems like everybody’s going somewhere.

I remember so well last summer, when I held you oh so tight, and you danced your way into my heart that night…

Lying by the midnight ocean, I could see the answer in your eyes. Our bodies moved together in motion, the Jamaican rum got us high… I remember so well last summer, when our love was oh so right… Now I wish I may, I wish I might, be with you again tonight!

“‘Cuz you're the music, and the melody. And on the coldest nights you warm me. Like the stars above that guide me, I need your love beside me.” 

He sang with so much passion, I couldn't take my eyes off him. It was a little slower than the original, fitting with the acoustical nature. He sings the whole song with such sincerity, that I feel like I'm in a daze. It's so much different having him sing here than through a speaker or karaoke. His hair is ruffled and lightly floofing in the breeze, the blush on his face more apparent despite the lighting. And he may be clutching the guitar more than what was needed. 

It was perfect. He’s perfect.

“Jimmy… that was beautiful.” My voice squeaks, barely above the lulls of the ocean, my own face heating up. 

Thump, thump

He put the guitar down and held my hand. 

Despite the sounds around us, I could only hear my own heart drumming in my ears… I suspect his is, too. It feels like time slows down as I wait with bated breath.

Thump, thump

He looks away briefly to calm himself before looking into my eyes. A beat. Jimmy softly asks, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Before the word was even out, I was smiling from ear to ear and eagerly nodding my head. “Of course, you silly bean!!”

He couldn't help but to return the grin and tackle me down in a hug, quickly straddling me. 

“You don't think I would have said ‘no’ right?” 

The man spoke into my neck. “I was worried you were gonna say yes - because you really have stolen my Hart .”

Adding to the pun, I smile and reference another song of his. “Not yet I haven't, you'd have to Put This Ring Upon My Finger.” 

“ Let me change your name to mine” he softly sings in one ear before moving to my other, “ I want your love around me all the time~” 

I nearly purr beneath him as my eyes flutter. 

“Play your cards right, and you might just have that privilege.” 

“I'll hold you to that.”

“I know you will.”

He kisses me ever so gently, but quickly becomes more sensual as I match his pace. His tongue licks my lips before sliding into my mouth. Our legs are intertwined and he has his hands holding mine, pinned beside my head. I don't want these lips to leave mine, the way they make my entire body shiver with anticipation. 

He regrettably moves his lips away after a while though, slightly panting. “You make me lose all control, baby. I wanna be nice and take care of you, but this body is giving me different signals.”

“Me? It's your fault for making my body react like this… like a good boyfriend should.”

His eyes widen and he seems to have short circuited for a moment from actually hearing the name. “Ooooh. Say that again, darlin’.”

“What, that you're my boyfriend now?” I say with a sly grin. I can feel him heating up and his grip on my hands gets tighter. 

“Mhm. Just like that, my girlfriend.” He nearly purrs back. Before I could say anything else though he slowly moves off of me. He sits next to me on my towel and I sit up with a tilt of my head. “I'm still a southern g-gentleman, despite you gettin’ me all fired up below my Mason Dixon line.”

I guffaw. “Mason Dixon line? Please tell me you've never seriously used that line on someone.”

He looks at me with a sheepish smile.

“Jimmy… Jimmy, nooo.” I giggle. “My loveable goofball… it would… and does work on me though.” It was my turn to push him down, and I straddle him back with a dopey smile on my face. We take in each other for a brief moment, and he looks so… completely everything to me as his hair is splayed out underneath him, sand speckled throughout.

“C’mere, girlfriend.” He pulls my face close to his and strokes my cheeks with his thumbs. “You somehow make me feel so calm, yet so strong. You relentlessly believe in me, and that's something I can't take for granted.” 

“Of course-” He puts his finger on my lips to hush me.

“I'm not done.” He mimics my words from earlier. There's a beat before he continues and I can feel his breath hitch for a moment. I'm sure this must be hard for him, to be this vulnerable. Compliments  - and insults - come easy to him, but this is different. To be lying on the beach and being this intimate isn't something that comes along to a playboy’s life every day. “I've never trusted any lady as much as I do you. No one has been this involved in my life, and not in this short of a time span. Sure my wrasslers and I are close, but this is different. I-” He softly laughs before finishing, “… I need you around me all the time.”

I can only smile at him as he lies beneath me, looking at me like I'm the only star in the night sky. I can hardly think straight, distracted by his words and how soft he looks at this moment. “I’m all yours, Jimmy. Any time, any place. I'll be there. And if I'm not there, I'm going to call you every night. Even if it's at midnight- I need to hear your sweet voice.” 

We stare at each as the wind gently caresses the both of us. I want to keep kissing him but I also want to keep indulging in how serene he looks right now. I giggle again instead. “I know you don't drink alcohol, but it's about to be some sex on the beach if this keeps going…” 

He chuckles underneath me. I get off him before he can retort and settle beside him, holding his hand. His eyes never leave me, and we're back to staring at each other with small smiles. The night continues like this, small banter and glances at each other in between stargazing. We certainly lose track of time again, content to lie on the beach. 

I sit up and lean on his chest a little, and with a grin, my lips happily meet his again, Jimmy eagerly returning the passion. I’m not sure where this whole relationship will go, but I’m happy to be here for the adventure and am grateful for every second of it.