Oh yeah.  I’m cool.  While I was hurt, life somehow managed to keep me from seeing Hunter the entire time.  Sure, there were phone calls, but it just wasn’t the same!  So, I figured I’d be all sneaky and surprise him with my comeback.

Now, of course, I had to run out and kick Benoit’s ass first, but I knew Hunter wouldn’t be watching.  So, I went to his locker room…took a deep breath…

And like the blonde bombshell I am, I ran right to him, knocking him to the couch.  “I missed you sooo much.” I whispered in his ear.

He wrapped his arms around me.  “I missed you too, sweetie…but the camera is rolling.”

So that’s why I started hitting him, cuz our relationship being exposed on air is the last thing either of us needed.  I felt kinda bad afterwards…but sitting in the hotel room watching the tape, I’m suddenly a lot less sorry.

Now, I know Hunter and Stephanie have to keep acting like they’re together for appearance’s sake, but come ON!!!!  Do they have to rub noses?  I’m getting a little jealous here…. what’s she got that I don’t got?  Curly hair?  I got that.  Platform shoes?  Got those too.  An annoying brother?  That’s hardly an asset.  Boobs?  Ok…well…. I don’t have those…but I have pecs!  And speaking about that, what was with her pec gropeage on Hunter?  He’s MY man…. and that’s sexual harassment and he doesn’t have to take it….

God, the way I’m talking you’d think I’d taken a chair to the head.  I usually don’t get jealous like this…. which, when you think about it, might say something about my connection to Hunter…or it might just be cuz I wore my shiny pants today for the first time since Hunter’s birthday…when we had sex…and I MISS HIM!!!  Three seconds of hugging is not enough to take care of over a week of needing him to touch me….

Ok, now I’m just getting horny and that has to stop.  Both of us have had our “little friends” slammed into parts of the ring…and anyways my ribs still hurt and Hunter’s hurt just about everywhere (see what happens?  I go away and he just falls apart…) so that’s not gonna be happening.   A boy can dream though…

Hey….look…the door is opening….yay it’s….. “OWWWW!!!    Hunter!! My ribs!!!”

Hunter grins from on top of me, seeing as his spear out of nowhere caused me to fall backwards.  “Well now you know how my back felt when you did it to me.  Anyways, I was just trying to be cute like you….”

I gently pushed Hunter off of me.  “Hunter…I hate to tell you…you’re not cute.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, sticking out his lower lip in an over-dramatic pout.  “I’m not?”

Oh no…. he’s turned my own pout against me…hey, I guess it really is as irresistible as I always thought it was…because I can’t keep from kissing him.  “No…sexy as all hell…but not cute.  Sorry.”

He pulled me against him so my back pressed against his torso and his rams wrapped around me.  “Well you’re still pretty damn cute…I don’t know about sex though…” I made a small noise of protest and he laughed, kissing the top of my head.  “I really did miss you.”

I leaned my head back against him.  “I really did miss you too.”  I looked up at him.  “How’s your arm?  And don’t lie to me…I’ll know if you do…”

He sighed comically.  “It’s fine.  Your ribs?”

“They’re doing ok….”  I laced my fingers through Hunter’s.  “Hey Hunt?”

He looked down at me.  “Yeah Chris?  Something wrong?”

I reclaim my pout, knowing I can do it MUCH better than he can.  I don’t have that nose casting a shadow over it…”What does Stephanie have that I don’t have?”

He takes a deep breath.  “A really grating personality and a crush on Kurt Angle, among other things.  Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know…” I almost feel silly now, like I’ve got a case of sibling rivalry or something.  “It just seems like…you send her flowers…and you two are always doing those little things that just make me want to go scream at her to keep her hands off my man…”

Hunter sighs loudly.  “Chris, you’re an idiot sometimes, you know that?”

“Talk about the pot calling the kettle black….”  I mutter.

He squeezes my hands gently. “If I thought you LIKED flowers I would have sent you some, but I think I remember you telling me you were allergic.  And believe me…if Steph saw the ‘little things’ we did…she’d scream.”  He snickered.  “Anyways, I think it’s a question of what you have that Stephanie doesn’t.”

“Pretty blonde hair?”

“No, that’s why you’re a ditz.”

“Am NOT!!!!”  I think for a moment.  “A nicely curved ass?”

“Getting warmer…”

I look down suggestively.  “Little Jerky?”

I could feel Hunter’s entire body shake with the laughing spasm.  “You guessed it!”  He stopped laughing for a moment.  “You do know I love more than your body, right?”

“And yet you call me an idiot…of COURSE I know that!”  I wiggled around to face him.  “And even though there’s a whole lot of it to love…. I love you for more than you body too.”

We kiss and when we break away from each other, we yawn simultaneously.  “Bed time I think.”  Hunter said.

“Yeah…. considering Joanie and Eddie are out partying and we can’t bug them, we might as well sleep.”  Both of us strip down to our boxer shorts…. while we’re both too sore to do anything, no reason to keep that many layers of clothes between us.  Hunter glances down at my boxers.  “Penguins?  Aww…how cute…”

I turn around so he can see the back, with the “Beware of the penguins” logo.  “I always thought so.”  I looked over at him.  “Puppies?”

He blushed.  “Joanie got them for me.  She said they’d fool people into thinking I was sweet.”

“Aww, but you are sweet!”  We did a little more kissing, then crawled under the covers and snuggled up to each other, me resting my head against his chest.  “You make a good pillow.” I said through a yawn.

“So I’ve noticed.”  He shifts slightly so we’re both resting more comfortably.  “Love you.”

Ever since I mentioned how much it meant to me, Hunter’s made it a point to be the first one to say ‘I love you.’  Not like I mind.  “I love you too.  And I promise not to hug you while the camera’s rolling again.”  I smiled.  “Oh yeah, and one more thing that I have and Stephanie doesn’t….”

Hunter looked at me sleepily.  “What’s that?”

“I got you.”