You and Me of the 10,000 Wars

Joanie Lauer gingerly opened the door of her motel room and peered around the corner. A tiny grin formed on her lips; the coast was clear.

She eased herself out of the room; Nicole's heavy snoring covered her tracks. Her jacket covered up anything that might've suggested that she was going to do anything but go out to the movies. Except for the champagne in her left hand.

Carefully, she crept down the hallway, watching out for any of her colleagues. She smiled again as she stood before Room 402. She knocked.

It took less than a second for Paul Levesque to answer the door. Joanie slipped into the room and he closed and locked the room.

"Happy anniversary," He smiled, kissing her lips softly.
"Happy anniversary," She replied. Today marked their first month as a couple, and Paul had created a small paradise for them, even on the road.

It was lit with flashlights, instead of candles; the food, takeout on plastic plates, set out on a bed. But to Joanie, it was romance. He tugged her coat off, and stepped back to take in the splendor of her gown, which was black with tiny red sequins sprinkled over her bust line.

He whistled appreciatively, "You're beautiful." He whispered.

"Thank you." She sighed. He had put on his best suit. Two things they had been forced to hide from Sean Waltman and Nicole Bass. For their relationship would remain a secret between them.

"These are for you." Paul handed her a bouquet of flowers. She laughed to realize they were wildflowers.
"You know me well, don't you?" She asked.
"I try to." He smiled.

They ate together on the bed, and he reached over and put a tape in a small boom box.
"Power of Two." She said, even before the song began playing.
"You've become a sage." He offered her his arms, "Must be rubbing off from me."

They snuggled comfortably together, dancing in slow circles around the room. When the song ended, they were kissing, and Paul lay Joanie across the bed.

Joanie sighed, allowing herself to be swept away by the rapture of making love to the only man who had ever taken her completely. The cataclysm proved so powerful that she cried out, and he had to stifle her against his shoulder.

"Wonderful," She managed, "Always wonderful with you." And then she fell asleep.

Unfortunately, sleep was going to be the last thing Joanie would be getting soon enough...



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