Randy stopped walking and closed his eyes. He had been walking for at least an hour now. It was pouring rain and he was freezing down to his bones, but that was okay. It gave him something to think about besides the voices. They kept whispering to him, telling him to do all sorts of things. A sound once so comforting had him on the brink of insanity. They used to stop when he wasn't in the ring. But now they had invaded almost every part of his life. Sam, his family, Ted, Cody--the voices all whispered when he was with them. And they got worse when he was alone. Only one person truly understood what was going on with him so that's where he was going now.

He was surprised to discover the voices stopped when he was near her. It hadn't been something he had been meaning to learn. They had literally bumped right into each other walking into the arena three weeks ago. He had opened his mouth to yell at her when he realized how quiet everything was inside of him. Everything was calm and he had felt like his old self again. So he began to seek her out as often as he could. She hadn't really questioned why he had settled on her of all people. It was kind of crazy considering most people thought they hated each other, but then again, neither of them were the picture of sanity. He was losing control of himself more and more often and she wasn't quite the sweet and perky girl next door she acted like now. She had a darkness in her too. She could just control it better.

Part of him did feel bad for going to her instead of Sam. Sam was his wife and she still loved him, no matter what he did. But Sam didn't make him feel sane anymore. Sam couldn't calm whatever beast had grown inside of him. And as bad as he felt, he had cheated on Sam with her. She was quickly growing into his obsession. Sometimes he could even hear her voice in his head only it didn't torment him like the others did. Hers soothed him and made him feel calmer. It was useful for when he couldn't be with her physically.

He already had a key to her hotel room. She had snuck it to him during the show tonight. As far as they knew, nobody knew about them. That suited them just fine. It was nobody's business but theirs. He rode up the elevator and walked to her room, which was the last door on the left. Shivering uncontrollably, he let himself in without knocking first.

Mickie was laying on the bed watching TV. "Randy what the hell did you do?" she asked as she pretty much jumped to her feet. "Did you walk all the way here?"

"Yeah," Randy said. He couldn't stop staring at her. Everything about her was driving him wild, but in a good way.

"Boys," she muttered as she walked to the bathroom. She came back with a couple of towels. "Here, let's get you warmed up."

"Okay." But he didn't take the towels. Instead he grabbed her and started kissing her as passionately as he could. She dropped the towels and wrapped her arms around him, not caring if he was getting her clothes wet too. They started stumbling to the bed, taking the time to discard their shirts before they crashed down on to it.

"This was not exactly what I meant by getting you warmed up," Mickie said as Randy struggled to get his wet jeans off.

He smirked at her as he removed her pants. "Are you trying to tell me no?"

She smirked back. "That wasn't what I said, now was it?"

He chuckled and began kissing his way down her body. He started with her lips (which had the strawberry lip gloss that he couldn't get enough of), then her neck, her collarbone and then her breasts after he got the annoying and stupid bra off. Whoever invented those things needed to be shot. He kissed his way down her stomach as he removed her tiny red thong. "You call this underwear?" he asked. "You might as well walk around with no panties on at all."

She rolled her eyes. "We are not here to discuss my choice of underwear." She pulled his head back up so she could kiss his lips roughly. "So shut up and fuck me already."

He didn't need to be told twice. He slammed into her roughly because that was exactly how she liked it. Neither of them were exactly gentle with each other. It was getting harder and harder to make up a feasible excuse to Sam about where all these marks he was coming home with were coming from. Mickie could get downright nasty and kinky when she wanted to.

"Oh God Randy," Mickie moaned. She dug her nails into his shoulder so hard that she drew blood. He knew he should stop her from doing that but the pain was too good to resist. He began to thrust even harder, loving the way she scream as she came. He moaned her name incoherently as he came just a half a minute later.

Neither of them said anything for several minutes. They just laid side by side, tangled up in each other's arms. "Everything okay with you?" she asked.

He nodded. "It is now."

"Are you going to leave now?"

He shrugged. "I wasn't planning to."

"Good." She snuggled up against him. "Night Randy."

"Night Mickie."