What They Don't Know Won't Hurt Them...

Paul and Alex spooned on the sofa in the dance studio, Paul playing with her fingers softly. Neither one had bothered to get dressed, their bodies cold from the sweat on them. He was breathing so profoundly onto her neck she could almost feel it over her whole body. They hadn't said a word since they'd recovered, Paul soberly picked her up and brought her to the sofa where he'd settled down next to her and grown comfortable holding her. He was reliving the moment in his head, remembering seeing himself in the mirrors of the room. He could still see himself in the mirror across from them and he noted how calm she looked.

"Alex...," he finally said, closing his eyes, "say something."

He opened his eyes to watch her close hers, taking in a deep breath, "Paul, why did you marry Stephanie?"

No one had ever asked him this, not even Shawn and he hadn't expected her to ask. His answer came with a grumble, "Because I asked your dad if I could date you and he said it was out of the question."

The answer, oddly enough, didn't surprise her. "Why did he let you date Stephanie?"

"Well he didn't. Remember how against that he was? But I guess eventually he decided we were better off and that I had given up on you so... well there you have it." He hadn't ever admitted that to someone and it felt good. "When he showed me the abortion papers, he apologized. I swear to you Alex, I've never seen him that sad. He said he was sorry because he knows he is to blame for it. Had he just let us be together from the beginning Dwayne would have never happened, Amy would be mine just much later in your life then when you turned 18 and... I don't know. He was miserable. I almost gave him a sock in the face but I left instead. Drove around a bit. Sat in the car reading over the papers over and over checking the dates. Vince didn't have to tell me it was mine, the way he looked at me when I looked up at him said it all. But I couldn't remember it." He shifted a little, pressing his lips to the back of her neck as he continued, "I always had these... flashes. Moments that felt so real to me. God Alex, I've been such a fool."

He could feel her shaking a little, sobs growing inside he and he turned her body, letting her sink her face into his neck and release a couple cries. "I hate you so much Paul. You know how hard it's been for me not to tell you. I wanted you there with me, holding me hand. I remember going to sleep the night before I ended it, holding onto my stomach so tightly. Amy would pass out on my tummy and I wanted so bad to see her have a sister... a brother. I wanted to feel it grow inside me. I didn't do it to make life easier for me. I kept Amy, I wouldn't have had easy been my need. I did it to save you... to save Steph the problem. Because I loved you so much."

Paul could tell she wasn't lying, keeping her tightly against him. "I hate myself for being so stupid. You know what I told myself when I married Stephanie? I convinced myself at least I'd always be here to protect you. Be near you. I hate myself for it now."

He brushed the hair away from her face and she smiled weakly, letting her lips brush his with some small force behind them. "We can't do this again," she sighed but he knew better than to pay attention, knowing she felt the need to say it so she wouldn't feel so bad when she saw Stephanie. He laughed, rolling her back onto her back, settling down onto her. She was so pretty, makeup a mess, hair wild, her lips a light pink shade from passion. He wanted to take her again and she could tell, his penis growing hard again on her stomach. Soon they were kissing with so much zeal, she knew if anyone had been downstairs there was no way they wouldn't hear the sofa moving around. He pushed in and out of her, watching her smile from the feeling building in her. He grew restless eventually and flipped her over the armrest, spreading her legs apart.

"Alex?" He asked, kissing her lower back, "Have you... ever...."

A memory flashed of when she and Stephanie had done the Howard Stern show a couple months back and Stephanie had admitted to having anal sex with Paul. Alex's head began to race and she tried to flip herself back over. "Wait a fucking minute Paul...."

"Has Dave tried?"

"He says he doesn't like it."

She heard him snicker a bit, "Big Dave, The Animal, doesn't like it? Man he's going to hate I get to do something he never will."

"Who says I'm letting you do this?" She said, looking over her shoulder at him.

He smiled, rubbing her back, "You haven't stopped me yet baby. Don't be tense okay? I'm... going to try to make this as non-painful as humanly possible." He slipped his cock into her pussy, pumping a bit to get her relaxed and to coat his cock with her juice. He left her body, thinking carefully to remember this, as he positioned himself at her tight anus. The small hole, untouched before, seemed to be begging for him as it was puckered up slightly. She could feel him shaking and she felt nervous. When he pushed she couldn't help herself, screaming a little into the armrest. He didn't pull out, scared to cause he any more pain than she was already experiencing. He pushed in harder, feeling her tight ass clench itself around him. She was biting down on the armrest but even that couldn't muffle out her cries. Finally, with a little more force he was completely inside and and she was taking deep breaths.

He started to pump into her slowly, enjoying every moment despite his nervousness. With Stephanie he hadn't been close to this careful. With each pump however he noticed that Alex's cries of pain became different in their tone. He smiled, reaching under her to touch her wet sex which shook as his fingers lingered. "Admit it, you like it just a little."

"No I don't," she answered but he could hear her lying from a mile away. He started rubbing her clit as he continued to pump, he tightness bringing him close to ending. She was getting a little loud, groaning and arching her back. He could tell from the way her clit shook under his fingers she was close as well. He arched down, pressing his thumb so hard against her clit she couldn't help it and orgasmed on the spot. He could feel her anus contracting with the rest of her lower body, dripping onto his fingers. He came, pushing so deep into her she couldn't help but yelp a little.

He chuckled, pulling out and resting against her. They were breathing deeply, collapsed on the sofa again and soon, both were passed out, their hands holding each other's tightly.

~~~~

Paul woke up alone, Alex gone. He groaned, getting dressed as he cursed the sun for being up. He was sure she left early in the morning as a practical joke, before anyone was awake so now he had to explain why he'd been in the pool house.

He walked to the main house but to his surprise, no one was up and he took to the steps as quietly as possible. He walked past Alex's room and almost walked in but knowing she had Amy he went to his bedroom, hoping to God he could change without Stephanie noticing. He considered showering but the thought of having Alex on his skin a little longer was nice.

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Alex had showered almost in a daze. She wasn't sure if she was happy or upset. Lying in bed with Amy now wasn't helping as she couldn't get comfortable. Amy snuggled so tightly against her she felt hotter than how she felt and sighed, getting up from the bed and tucked her baby in. She sat in her armchair a while, flipping through channels on the television. She and Stephanie had shared a bathroom growing up and she could hear Paul in there, making noise. Knowing him, he wouldn't be able to stop himself and sure enough, he was opening the door to her bedroom slowly.

"Come in," she whisphered, turning down the television, "Amy is sleeping."

"You showered?"

"Yeah," she said laughing a little, "I kinda had no choice. My ass isn't happy by the way."

He could tell by the way she sat on her hip she wasn't lying and he leant against her wall. "Shower with me."

"No way. Go shower before Stephanie smells me all over you."

He kissed the top of her head quickly and headed back to the bathroom, shutting the door softly. She sighed, looking over at Amy, trying for the 100th time to imagine a world where Paul didn't have to leave her bedroom.

~~~~

Paul and Alex managed to continue to play angry though the were a little more relaxed than how they'd been the last month or so. Vince took it as a sign that they'd talked and eventually when the two were acting completely normal, he thought he'd finally fixed what he had broken.

They flew into the city where they were holding their Pay Per View of the month on Friday, a day earlier than most wrestlers, including Dave and John would be there. Paul tired his best to get Alex alone as she'd been denying him all week but she refused, citing Stephanie being so close a bad idea. She had been avoiding him most of the week, feeling a tad guilty for getting carried away with him. She knew Stephanie was cheating on Paul before Paul even tried anything with her but it didn't seem right to help him cheat back, no matter how "right" it felt to do so. So while Paul was dragged to dinner with Vince and Linda, Alex took the chance to make a visit.

"Open up old man!"

Mark opened his hotel door with a laugh, looking down at the bottle of whiskey in her hand. "This is why I knew I made a mistake not marrying you. Get in here and get to yapping."

"Yappin' 'bout what?"

"You know damn sure what I'm talkin' about. Pass me that bottle kid."

She handed him him the bottle and sat down on his sofa, flipping through the channels on the television. "What am I supposed to say Mark? We had sex before he got married to Stephanie and he was too drunk to remember. He just... he just remembered. Fun times no?"

"Oh the funnest," he said sarcastically, settling down next to her, making her rest her back against his chest as he handed her a drink and they watched a random movie on television. "That kind of explains a lot."

"Oh?"

"Well sure. You two are close you have to admit that darlin'. Only other person I've seen you be that close to besides Cena is big Dave, but we all know he's sleeping with a bunch of other people, not to mention his wife."

Alex raised an eyebrow at this, turning to face him slowly over her shoulder, "Dave's sleeping around?"

Mark laughed, taking a drink, "Darlin' you should know."

"I should?"

"Well he's your friend, doesn't he tell you everything?"

Alex laughed, though ratter bitter as she realized, "No, I guess he doesn't. So who is HE sleeping with?"

"Last I heard, Melina and Victoria. That's just right now though, there are those developmental girls we had a while back. What? He seriously didn't tell you about this? I thought you two were closer than white on rice. Hell, everyone thought you two were sleeping together but since we all found out about Melina and Victoria and what have you and nothing about you so... were you two sleeping together?"

"No," she answered thinking Not anyomore to herself.

"Good, he answered, making her turn again, rubbing her arms, "you're too good for a guy like Dave. I like him, but he's not what you need."

"Oh because you SO know what I need," she laughed, drinking some of her whiskey and changed the channel.

Mark growled, shaking her a bit to get her laughter going, "Last time I checked, I've been the closest to what you need little girl."

Alex sighed, remembering their history, "I told you I wasn't one you were going to catch. I warned you. You knew I was sleeping on and off with Shawn."

"Not just Shawn. Last time I checked you were sleeping with a certain Rattlesnake when we had that fight."

"Oh yeah," she started to remember, "I'd been done with Shawn for a while by then." She hated to talk about all that because she had kept the small, year long relationship with Mark a secret from everyone, including Paul who at the time was busy planning a wedding and life with her sister. It had been a huge part of her life, Mark had been there for a whole year of Amy's life. They had been pretty serious but the fact that Alex was trying to keep it secret not to mention her small affairs with Steve and Austin hadn't exactly helped them in the end.

"I would have married you had you not been so wild," he said sentimentally, pressing his lips to the back of her head as he poured more whiskey into her cup.

She smiled, taking a swig and set it down on his knee, "I know, I remember. Alas, I was too 'wild' for the American Bad Ass to handle...."

Alex knew instantly she had touched a nerve and he flipped her over, tickling her so hard she almost peed herself, "I just knew that I wasn't the man to calm you down you little demon. I was perfect for you in every way and you knew it. You know it. I just wasn't the one meant to be perfect for you." He let her laugh for a while, remembering how much he used to love that laugh. He'd cared about her in a way he hadn't cared for anyone else except for his now wife Sara. Alex had never let Mark spend the night at her house, which had always bothered him. He would get her to bring Amy with her and she'd stay with him weekends in Texas. He'd helped raise Amy for almost a year and then they'd had their fight. She was calming down from her laughter so he sat her up, making her look him in the eyes. "In all seriousness Alex, you are aware I was THIS close to proposing to you right?"

Alex couldn't help showing her shock, "I thought you were just SAYING that when we fought."

"No, it was a legit statement of facts. I was still going to until you just stopped answering my calls."

She couldn't help feeling a little beat down, their whole relationship flashing before her eyes. She felt a little stupid now, "I didn't answer because I thought I was doing you a favor. You DID say you really hated loving me and... well I wasn't exactly ready to admit I felt the same.... Really?"

The sadness in her eyes was killing him, "Yeah kiddo, I was."

He watched her go to kiss the tip of his nose, something she'd done on a regular basis when they'd been together. He didn't stop himself from doing what he knew he had no right to do and grabbed her face instantly, leading her into a kiss on his lips.

It'd been the first time they kissed in 3 years almost, as Amy's 5th birthday was quickly approaching, last time had been in his hotel room when he'd come to Titan to see her after a small apology from her. She was surprised how happy she felt to do it. When he pulled away it was painful, as all she wanted was a little more.

"Alex, do yourself a favor," he said, pulling her hair away from her face. He didn't want to stop kissing her but he knew better than to continue because if he did, he'd have to remember it all, he'd have to get more from her. He wasn't in the position to want more from her or receive it and he knew what he had to say was going to help her, "You need to stop whatever it is you are doing with yourself."

She was confused and he laughed, bringing her into his lap, "You think that you can lie to me? I was with you a whole year and I learned everything you do to cover up your lies. Bat those pretty lashes like you haven't got a care in the world. I didn't know before tonight but now I do, you ARE sleeping with Dave and if I didn't know any better, you've slept with Paul recently." Alex tried to bring herself to argue but it was no use because as soon as she began, he'd kissed her quickly on the lips before continuing. "Everyone and their mother can see Cena fawning after you." Again she tried to argue with him and he kissed her to shut her up. He laughed knowing she was doing it on purpose now, "Don't argue with me girl, that boy wants you more than a Title Belt any day. You know he wants you so bad. Thing is, you want him back. But you are doing to him what you did to me, stalling. You end whatever you are doing with Dave you hear me? He's no good for you. And you end whatever you are doing with Paul, if in fact you ARE doing something with him. We all know about Stephanie." Again, she tried to argue and he kissed, chuckling as he did it, "Damn it woman, stop making me do that. Shut that yapper of yours and let me continue. Stephanie may be cheating on him but it'll do him no good to do the same with you and I know in that pretty little head of yours you know I'm right."

He sighed, leaning back, rubbing her thigh, She was lucky he hadn't drank enough to take her right there and then. That and he had a wife back home to answer to. Had it not been for Alex's wild ways, he'd have her happy and content in Texas with Amy and one or two more kids. He couldn't help but think about it when he saw her but when he caught her with John, the two very much in their own world with Amy clung to them, he knew she'd been meant for someone else.

"Stop being a fool, little girl."

She didn't fight him, resting against his big body with a sigh. Even if what he was saying was right, which she was pretty sure it was, it just felt good to be near him again, if only for a minute.

~~~~

Mark's words bugged the hell out of her as she lay in her bedroom, trying to figure it out. Dave had been calling her cellphone all night but she'd avoided his calls, as she'd also ignored Paul's. She'd answered John's to confirm she'd grab him from the airport the next morning and she had to admit, just to hear him talk. She'd felt so high strung hearing him made her calm down.

She heard a knock on her door and she almost hoped it was Mark. That had been the other thing bothering her, the fact that she'd let Mark go so easily. He'd been good to her while she'd been so scared to let him and now she regretted the whole deal, not that she could do anything about it now. She got up, walking to the door and sighed softly as she looked through the peep hole and opened the door, "Paul, Stephanie is going to come looking."

He didn't let her say another word, grabbing her instantly and pinned her to the doorframe, kissing her long and hard. She could hit him, she thought to herself, and pushed him away, "We're still in the hallway you loon!"

Paul laughed, dragging her into the room. "Stop being scared, she went to go 'handle business at the arena.'"

"Wow, that's the best she could come up with?"

"Yeah. Your dad says he talked to her but who the hell knows with Steph. She wants what she can't have."

Alex felt him push her onto the bed and Mark's words began to replay in her head. "Paul hold on...."

"No playing the coy game tonight. That pussy has been on my mind all day and I want it. Now."

"I'm not playing coy...." With Paul's lips on her neck she lost interest in fighting and she groaned, giving in. Yet Mark's words burned in her brain, knowing sometime soon she was going to have to stop running.