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Brief Summery: Taking place in between "The Price of Stardom" chapters 11 and 12, this one-shot finds Drake Williams recuperating from injury. Mickie James (my favorite Diva) pays Drake a visit and, well, read on to find out.

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Healing

Drake Williams missed being able to wrestle; he missed the roar of the crowd whenever he was introduced. Hell, Drake missed being on the road as strange as that sounded. One thing he didn't miss was being in his hometown of Baltimore; a lot of fond memories, and a lot of painful ones. Drake pulled into the parking lot of a local sports bar, entering through the front door and taking in the surroundings. An array of TV monitors lined the walls, broadcasting various sports ranging from Baseball to Hockey to, yes, even wrestling. Drake was greeted by a numerous bar hoppers and patrons, many of them recognizing him right away.

He said, "What is this, Cheers now? Everybody knows my name?" Drake walked over to the bar, where a middle aged bouncer was cleaning a glass. "Hi, Neil! How are things going down here?"

"Pretty busy now-a-days," said the man named Neil. "What happened with you? I thought you'd be on the road with the WWE."

"You obviously haven't been watching lately," said Drake. "I've been inactive for a couple of months after my shoulder surgery. I got, I don't know, maybe two or three more months before I can lace up my boots again."

"Sounds like a bad break," said Neil before realizing he might've said something wrong. "No offence."

Drake leered at the old bartender with nothing more than a slight smirk. "Ha, Ha, Ha; just give me a Pepsi."

Neil didn't need to be told twice as he headed toward the fridge just down the bar. Drake watched on of the monitors as he waited; the one broadcasting the latest episode of Monday Night RAW. God, Drake would love to be back in that ring; to be able to compete again but he wouldn't able to until he's fully healed. That though sucked to no end, but then Drake learned that the show was in Baltimore. Drake was so focused on the goings on that he didn't notice the attractive young woman entering the bar. It turned out to be Mickie James, who did notice Drake at the bar table.

Look who we have here! She thought.

Drake was oblivious to Mickie's presence but the just returning Neil was not. "Hey, Drake, looks like you've got an admirer; and a pretty one at that!"

"Oh please," Drake said. "I got admirers all over the country, so it's nothing new."

Mickie James silently crept up behind Drake and asked, "What if it's a friend?"

Drake turned to spot Mickie staring at him with that same infectious smile. "Mickie! What brings you to my neck of the woods? I thought you'd be on the show wrestling."

Mickie sat down next to Drake. "Well, management didn't have anything planned for me so they gave me a couple days off. I thought I'd hang out at the local bar but I didn't expect to find you here. How's the shoulder?"

"Well, the surgery was successful, thank God," said Drake. "I still need two or three months before I can get back on the road. I tell ya; it's driving me nuts waiting for my wings to mend, you know what I'm sayin'?"

Mickie nodded in the affirmative, "I know the feeling, Drake, and it isn't fun."

Neil suddenly interrupted. "Excuse me, Drake, but are you gonna introduce me to your friend here?"

Drake mock shook his head saying, "Go get your own, old man!" Then he said, "Na, I'm kidding; this is Mickie. She's a co-worker of mine."

"Really?" Neil inquired almost as if interrogating the pair. "So, are you two…you know, that close?"

Almost in unison, both Mickie and Drake eyes widen as they looked at each other and then at Neil. "It isn't like that!" they both said. "We're just friends!" they said again. They looked dumbstruck, did Drake and Mickie. "That's it; nothing else to it!"

Neil thought, Sure it is!

It was almost five minutes to 11PM when the sports bar closed for the night. Drake and Mickie were out in the parking lot heading for Drake's car, a 1998 Chevrolet Camaro. "Nice ride, Drake," Mickie commented. "I guess all that hard work on the road really paid off."

"That it did," Drake said as he opened the driver side door. "In fact, this baby was my very first car. I've been taking good care of it since then and I just can not let it go."

Mickie added, "You must really love this car."

"Like I said, it's my baby," said Drake before he entered the vehicle and turned the ignition key. "Hop in; I give you a ride back to the hotel."

"No thanks, Drake," Mickie declined. "The hotel isn't that far, so I can walk back."

Drake shook his head in protest; he'd be damned if he let Mickie just walk back to her hotel alone. "Oh hell no, Mickie! I can't let you walk in these streets by yourself. They get pretty bad at night."

"I'm a big girl," Mickie insisted. "I can take care of myself."

Now Drake was the one insisting. "I don't doubt that, Mickie. But these streets get pretty bad at night. Trust me on this."

Now Mickie was thinking about it. This was Drake's hometown after all and if anyone would be right, it'd be him. "You're probably right," Mickie entered the car and said, "Let's go to your place instead."

Drake's jaw dropped in a hurry when he heard Mickie's suggestion. "Say what? Where'd that come from?"

"Oh, what's wrong, Drake," asked Mickie mockingly. "You're not afraid of having a girl at your house, are you?" Mickie playfully blew kisses at the stunned Drake, whose eye was twitching in frustration and embarrassment.

"Okay fine," he said with clenched teeth. "But we're listening to Alter Bridge along the way. Will that be a problem?"

Mickie put her hands up in defense. "I'm not complaining!"

The ride was relatively quiet except for the radio blaring on the speakers. Mickie certainly didn't mind it much, even though she figured that Drake drove his parents insane in his youth. She had already told Candice that she was with Drake so no one would question her whereabouts. At the moment, they were driving down suburban road until they pulled into the driveway of Drake's home. It was much more modest that Mickie anticipated but still very homey, with a moderately descent sized yard. Drake led Mickie to the front door where he unlocked and opened, but like a gentleman, he let Mickie in first.

"This is a very nice place, Drake," she commented. "But it must get pretty lonely here for time to time."

"That's part of the reason I prefer being on the road," Drake said. "All in all, there's no place like home. Let me show you around; it'll be like "Cribs" just no cameras."

Mickie nodded in the affirmative. "I heard that!"

Drake showed Mickie the living room first, with the flat screen TV and the set of chairs and couches that nobody sat in. Then they toured the kitchen and then the dining room that again, nobody used. Drake led Mickie to a flight of stairs to the bedrooms to the multiple bedrooms before they headed back downstairs. Going down another flight of stairs, Drake led Mickie into the recreational room. There was a Pool table in the center of the room, another TV with an X-Box 360, a Nintendo Wii and a Blue-Ray player and an Air Hockey table, as well as another bed.

"This would be my favorite room by far," Drake said. "Its where come to get away from the psycho fans."

Mickie nodded. "I know the feeling, but we can't blame the fans for being who they are."

"Your one to talk, Mickie; you were always chasing after Trish."

Mickie playfully punched Drake in the shoulder; the healthy one. "That was a damn storyline you goof ball. I'm curious about something; why do you have a bed down in your basement? Did you like, trick me into coming here so you can…"

Drake was ultra quick to cut Mickie off. "What? You wanted to come to my house. It's not my fault."

"I'm just kidding, Drake. Jeez, lighten up."

"Yeah sure!" Drake said, rolling his eyes. "Hey, I got a sense of humor, Mickie. I'm the one who tarred and feathered JBL, you know. And you; you kissed Trish Stratus under a mistletoe."

"Whoa, down boy!" Mickie said putting her hand up to calm Drake down.

Drake was breathing heavily after his little tirade and asked, "You want something to drink? I got Coke, Snapple, Gatorade, but no beer. I don't drink that."

"You think I do?" asked Mickie. "Anyway, I would like a Snapple."

"Done," Drake said as he headed up the stairs, they came back down. "Don't worry, I won't spike the drinks." he joked.

Mickie giggled just a bit from Drake's joking demeanor and decide to sit down on Drakes' bed as she waited. Mickie removed her denim jacket to reveal a Lynard Skynard tank top, the same one she wore during a photo shoot a couple years ago. As she waited for Drake to come back with the drinks, Mickie observed the string of photos on the wall. Some were of Drake in his early days of training to be a wrestler. Others were family and school photos. One photo in particular showed Drake sided by side with Randy Orton of all people and they were smiling.

I guess they used to be friends, Mickie thought. It's funny how things change.

Mickie was suddenly brought out of her trance by a loud crash from upstairs, followed by some even louder expletives. She rushed upstairs and toward the source of the crash; Drake was seated on the kitchen floor holding his left shoulder. Mickie rushed to his side and tried to help him, even though Drake pulled away at first.

"What happened; are you okay?" asked Mickie.

"I don't know," Drake said. "I think I might've pulled a muscle. Or the worst case scenario; I re-injured my shoulder all together."

Five minutes later –

"DAMN IT TO THE BOWELS OF BLOODY HELL!" shouted Drake. He was face down on his bed, with Mickie giving him a massage. It didn't seem to be working. "AH SHIT, THAT HURTS. Take it easy, Mickie; I'm not made of steel you know."

"Oh, stop whining, you big baby," snapped Mickie. "No one ever said you were invincible."

"Well, at least you're better than the girls at the health spa." Drake said.

Mickie cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "There're health spas in Baltimore?"

She bought it, Drake thought. "Nope, I just made that up."

Mickie squeezed the tender spot, just to put Drake in his place for that little white lie. "I'll go get you an icepack." she said clenching her teeth.

All Drake could say was a weak sounding, "Their in the ice box."

Mickie walked over toward the little ice box, but she couldn't but look back at Drake while he lay on the bed. From this angle, he's got a cute… Mickie mentally slapped herself. C'mon, Mickie, wake the hell up. You're just Drake's friend that is it.

At the same time, Drake was thinking, Jeez, Mickie is just smokin' hot. I wouldn't mind… Drake snapped out of his thought process. Don't even think about it, boy!

Maybe it was her intuition, but Mickie looked back at Drake as if she knew what he was thinking. "What!"

"Did I say anything?" Drake snapped back in protest.

Mickie rolled her pretty eyes as she found what she was looking for. "Okay, sit up on the edge of the bed and take off your shirt; and don't spaz!"

Drake sat up and insisted, "I wasn't spazzing! How would you feel if your shoulder was throbbing in pain?"

Despite the obvious pain in his shoulder, Drake found little trouble removing his shirt to reveal the bandages on his shoulder and around his chest. Mickie had forgotten how finely toned Drake's body was even when taped up as it was at the moment. The dirty, crazy and increasingly horny Diva in her just wanted to lunge at him and go wild. But considering the obvious injury, such an action would do more harm than good.

Mickie thought, God, he's hot!

Drake noticed that Mickie was clearing spacing out. "Hello; Earth to Mickie James!"

Mickie came out of her daydreaming state. "Huh; what?

"You were kind of in another orbit there," Drake pointed out. "I wonder what little Ms. James was thinking about."

"Shut up, wise ass," snapped Mickie. "Here's your damn ice pack."

Drake thought to himself, Damn, she's sexy when she's all mad.

"Back to your earlier question about your pains," Mickie said. "Clearly, you've never had to wear lingerie during a photo shoot. It's not as easy as you'd think."

"Hm, good point," Drake shook his head slightly to the side. "I've seen the photos, Mickie. They make Jerry Lawler squeal like a damn school girl. But then again, what doesn't?"

Mickie asked Drake, "What about you; what do you think of them?"

"Now that would be telling, wouldn't it," Drake said until he noticed Mickie pouting, which was definitely something cute. What did he have to lose from giving her an honest answer? "I think the photos are very sexy. But I think the real thing is way better."

"Why, Mr. Williams, I had no idea you could be so sweet." Mickie was actually flattered by the comment as she gently rubbed the pack on the shoulder. "How's that feel?"

"It feels kinda nice; I didn't know you could be so gentle," Drake commented but then he just had to add something else. "Even though I thought you were gonna knock me out and have your way with me."

Now embarrassed at the comment, Mickie was close to squeezing Drake's bad shoulder again. But then a bizarre idea popped into her head and a sly smile crept onto her face. I'll show you, smart ass!

Mickie removed the ice pack from Drake's shoulder before turning his head to face her. She leaned in and pressed her lips onto his. At that moment, Drake thought, What in the hell is this twisted woman doing? She's….kissing me!

Mickie broke off the kiss long enough for Drake to blurt out, "Was it something I said? What did I do to deserve that?"

"I don't know," exclaimed Mickie. "I just felt like kissing you," For some reason, Mickie was tracing her finger around Drake's bare chest in spite of the bandages. "To be honest, I think you look sexy all wrapped up like this."

"Why Miss James, if I didn't better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me." Drake said, as if he were Dennis Hoffman.

Mickie gently placed her chin on the still healing shoulder of Drake. "Did it work?"

Drake drew in Mickie for a much stronger lip lock than the one earlier, and then he lay back down with her on top. They spent the next few minutes engaged in a sort of tonsil war, one that ended when Mickie pulled away from the bed. She slowly pulled her Lynard Skynard tank top off over her head and threw it to the floor. Then she unbuttoned and pulled her jeans off and untied her long reddish-brown hair, gyrating and winking to Drake as she did. Drake knew he was enjoying the scene of Mickie James dancing half-naked in front of him, as he was getting a big bulge in his pants. Wearing only beige colored bra and panties, Mickie made a move to come back to Drake but her feet got caught in her discarded jeans and she fell into his arms. They both laughed at the Divas' errant clumsiness.

"I thought you Divas were supposed to be graceful." Drake mocked.

Mickie countered Drake's mocking words. "You're one to talk; I'm not the one with the bandages," Mickie noticed the bulge in Drake's pants. "Well, well, well; somebody's happy to see me."

Drake drew Mickie in for another long and more passionate kiss, while Mickie started undoing Drake's pants. As far as Drake went, he was busy unclasping Mickie's bra and exposing her bare breasts. Mickie managed to unbutton Drake's pants and slowly pulled them off, leaving Drake in nothing but his boxers and an even bigger bulge than ever. The sometimes loopy oddball Diva that she was, Mickie couldn't help but smile. She reached in and pulled out Drake's well endowed member, looked briefly at her lover and began slowly stroking it. She lightly kissed the head before taking the shaft into her mouth. Drake reared his head back from the sensation of Mickie engulfing his shaft with her mouth.

Mickie stopped momentarily to say to Drake, "I bet this feels way better than a simple ice pack."

"You have no idea," Drake exclaimed. "Please don't stop now, Mickie."

"Don't worry, babe," Mickie said with a more sultry tone in her voice. "We're just getting started."

Mickie went back to work on the shaft that was begging for attention, stroking it inside her mouth and with her hands. She started to pick up the pace, much to Drake's enjoyment. Most male fans would jump at the chance to have a woman like Mickie James giving them a blowjob; Drake was so lucky. Mickie quickened the pace, then slowed it down some and then picked it up again until she stopped. Drake looked over to see what the problem was, and it wasn't really a problem he saw. Mickie began rubbing her perfect breasts on his member, making Drake arc his head back even further. She even used her mouth for extra feeling, and extra effect on Drake.

Drake thought, This woman's going wild on me. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on.

Mickie saw the angst in her lover's face and stopped. "You wanna come badly, don't you?"

"Is it that obvious, Mickie?"

"Hey, don't hold back on me, Drake. Let it rip; I'll take it all."

"That a relief!" exclaimed Drake as Mickie went back to work on the shaft.

Drake leaned back as Mickie kept going down on him, faster and faster and nonstop. Drake was getting close to blowing his load inside his lover's mouth. Hell, he might've come all over Mickie's supple breasts for all he cared. Mickie kept going until she felt Drake's shaft pulsing; which of course meant he was ready to blow. Drake finally let it loose; spewing his jizz into Mickie's waiting mouth. Drake fell all the way back on the bed, breathing a sigh of relief, while Mickie swallowed the jizz. Then she slowly stood up and pulled off her remaining undergarment, letting Drake glimpse at her cleanly shaved area.

"Now it's your turn to do me, babe." said Mickie.

Drake didn't need any coaxing as he just leapt in and caught Mickie, and then brought her down to the bed lying beside him. Drake locked his lips onto hers with more aggression than Mickie expected, thought it was at least the good kind of aggression. As they kissed, Drake fondled one on his lover's breasts while using the other hand down Mickie's legs. He found that sweet spot he was searching for, and he slowly and gently thrust his index and middle fingers into her opening. Every motion made Mickie moan under the feeling of Drake's lips on her. Drake was mentally impressed with his performance despite the bad shoulder; so was Mickie.

Breaking off the kiss, Drake crawled back so he facing the promised land that was Mickie vagina. He continued using his finger to thrust into her, afterwards using his tongue for added sensation. Mickie started massaging her own breasts and was moaning louder from the feeling of Drake licking her opening.

"How's that feel, Mickie," asked Drake. "Pretty good, I'll bet."

"It feels so damn good, Drake," moaned Mickie. "Please don't stop; give me more. Please!"

Drake continued with the licking, making Mickie moan and maybe even shed tears of pleasure. She even licked her own fingers just to satisfy her growing ecstasy. Drake pushed his fingers in faster and harder, making his beautiful partner endure every bit of it until Mickie could feel her climax approaching. After a minute or so, Mickie arched her as she finally climaxed and fell back to the bed. Drake crawled to her side equally spent and lay beside her. They turned their head to face one another.

"So; are we having fun yet?" Drake asked Mickie.

Mickie pulled herself slightly up onto her lover. "I'm always having fun. Are you ready for the main event, lover boy?"

Drake had a sly smile on his face. "I'm always ready for the main event."

Mickie smiled back at Drake. "Then let's do it!"

Mickie kept Drake laid down while she mounted him, her opening above his shaft. Slowly but surely, Mickie lowered herself with Drake until his member was touching her hole. Drake held Mickie by her waists, easing her down slowly while Mickie eased Drake's hard-on into her hole. Mickie bit her lips and moaned in pleasure as she felt the shaft inside of her. She leaned forward, using her hands to keep her level and facing her handsome lover. Drake held Mickie in place, still in awe of her unmatched beauty.

Mickie started moving her hips in a vertical motion, going up and then coming down on the skin laden shaft. She started going a little bit fast; meanwhile Drake started thrusting up into her opening. They kept up the rhythm of their movements, going faster and faster. Mickie took one of Drake's hands and held it to her of her bounding breasts, while she licked her fingers out of pure pleasure. After several minutes of nonstop sex, Mickie turned around so her back was to Drake but she remained on top. Drake took Mickie's bare ass as she started moving up and down again, faster this time.

"Mickie, it feels so fucking good inside you." Drake moaned.

"Keep going, Drake," Mickie moaned back. "I wanna feel all of you inside of me."

Drake thrust into Mickie harder and faster for a guy with a bum shoulder; he was obviously shutting out the pain. Mickie kept going, but was also trying to keep herself from crying. She'd never hear the end of it if Drake saw her like that. At least he back was to him! Once again they change position, this time with Drake getting behind Mickie and Mickie down to her hands and knees. Drake thrust into Mickie with increasing speed, flesh pounding into flesh until Drake pulled Mickie to him. He had her back pressed against his taped, muscled chest and continued thrusting from behind. Drake grasped Mickie's breast with his hands, with Mickie arced her head to kiss Drake.

Mickie broke off the kiss. "I'm so close to coming, Drake. It feels so good."

"I'm getting pretty close to, Mickie," Drake said. "I've gotta pull myself out quick."

"Not yet, net yet!" Mickie moaned. "Give me more, please."

They kept going with the sex, each one close to climaxing. Drake kissed Mickie on her neck even as he continued thrusting into her. Mickie kept bouncing on the shaft, completely caught in the moment. After a few more minutes of sex, Drake pulled himself just as he and Mickie climaxed at the same time. Thick, white semen sprayed onto Mickie's back before she and Drake fell backwards onto the bed, both breathing heavily. Mickie lay back on top of Drake, holding his muscled arms around her waist. That was when Drake noticed tears streaming down Mickie's beautiful face.

"Have you been crying," he asked with a whisper. "Was I that bad?"

Mickie turned her head to face her lover. "No; I was crying because you were that good," Mickie cuddled up to Drake, sighing to herself. "You probably think I'm a crybaby."

"Actually, I think it shows you've got more character than you let on," said Drake. "Thanks for being here, Mickie."

Pulling a blanket over their naked forms, Drake and Mickie fell asleep together.

Drake awoke the next morning, alone. Mickie was nowhere to be found and her clothes were gone. As he started to climb out of bed, Drake found a piece of paper on the pillow. He opened it and realized in was note left by Mickie.

Dear Drake

Last night was amazing but sadly, I had to leave and get back on the road. I wish you a speedy recovery, maybe speedier after our little "get together." Come back soon, baby. I love you!

Mickie

Drake smiled and thought, What a crazy girl! I love you too, Mickie.

Drake was suddenly started by the ring of his phone. He checked the called ID, which read a single name: Shane McMahon.

The End

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Author's note: Awe, how romantic! Yes, I am being sarcastic. Plus I just love Mickie James. Candice and Trish too. Leave some reviews and thanks for reading. Have a safe and Happy New Year.