BEING HIS GIRL
A One Shot
Starring:
- OC: Macy
- Chris Sabin
NOTE: Hope you like peeps.

Chris sat at the computer, talking with Alex over MSN. Hands slipped around his neck and the wrestler smiled at his girlfriend hugged him tightly. "Come to bed Chris, its like one in the morning," she rasped in that sexy voice he'd always loved and brushed her lips against his ear making him shiver. Come to bed generally translated to 'make love to me'.

He rubbed her arm lightly. "I'm talking to Alex, babe. I'll be there soon," he replied her and her hands immediately left him.

"You see him nearly everyday of the week and I see you what- two days sometimes only once a week, if at all," she retorted, turning his swivel chair until he faced her directly. "You barely message me, barely say you love me anymore and yet you're always with Alex. God, you should date him maybe then people will actually stop asking me if you and be are gay or not!"

Chris let her rant. She pushed his chair back, knocking the desk, and turned, stalking off. He sighed, running a hand across his neck. He loved Macy. He loved her like he had any other girl before her and he never would hurt her or mean to upset her. He clicked on the flashing messenger tab.

AS: "Hey, you didn't answer the question."

CS: "What question?"

AS: "How is Macy?"

CS: "Upset with me I think its because I rarely see her at the moment."

AS: "Well then, what the fuck you talking to me for. Go make your girl happy, you moron."

CS: "Okay, okay I'll go. See ya on Thursday."

He closed down the computer less than five minutes later and stood up.

Running a hand through his hair, he put the chair in and headed for his bedroom. The lights were off and he blindly felt for the bedside table so as not to trip over the clothes he tossed off while trying to make as little noise as possible. He barely succeeded.

Slipping into bed, he curled up around his girlfriend who pressed back into him. He leaned over and kissed her neck. "Macy?" he whispered.

"Yeah," she murmured breathlessly as he brought his hand up to push her singlet up, revealing that toned and flat stomach of hers. Working in different companies - him in TNA and she in WWE - made seeing one another difficult, almost every week. Even the holidays and their birthdays were hard to see each other on.

"I love you so much," he told her between pressing kisses to her neck, running his fingers over the skin of her stomach.

"I know you do." She didn't turn to face him but did reach round to run her fingers over his abs. He groaned softly as her fingers teasingly slipped into the waistband of his boxers.

"Mace," he groaned into her neck before getting rid of the singlet covering her torso from him and pushed her down onto her back and into the mattress.

"Chris," she murmured as he leaned down to kiss her heatedly. Pale, milky cream skin felt like porcelain beneath his hands as he cupped her breasts and rolled his thumbs over hardening nipples, making her purr as his lips joined his hands, caressing any bit of skin he could. She let out a soft sigh as Chris started tugging at her underwear, hinting on to wanting the material gone and out of his way. She lifted his hips up from off the mattress and smiled as he got rid of the flimsy material, pulling away from her.

He got out of bed, only for a second, chucking his boxers across the darkened room along with his briefs just before he felt Macy grab hold of his hips with her hands. He hadn't even heard her move. He moaned softly, as her soft hands traced the v of hips and then her tongue circled his naval. Her tongue followed a heated path down to his hardening shaft and the sharp jolt of electricity that coursed through him when she took him in her mouth. He growled as her tongue piercing aided in her teasing of him.

Easing her away, he looked down at her and softly stroked her cheeks.

Laying her back on the sheets, he crawled a top her, kissing her deeply.

"Baby doll I love you," he whispered against her jaw as he moved his lips to her neck and shoulder. One of his hands grabbed at her thigh, lifting it to hook over his hips as her hands slid over his shoulders, down the hard planes of his chest and ghosted her sharp black nails over his abs.

"Hotstuff, you know what I want?" she questioned.

He smirked. "I think I have a pretty good idea," he commented, tracing patterns down the side of her thigh lightly while leaning down to kiss her gently. She moaned at the first feel of his cool fingers against her, but quickly pulled his hands away from her.

"Chris." He nodded, knowing that tonight wasn't about drawing things out and such but about proving he loved her, that even if he did barely interact with her at times, he would never give her up.

She moaned out when he first pushed in, trying so hard to not scream and wake the neighboring apartments. They did sometimes but things just got a tiny bit out of hand when they finally saw one another, especially in this way. He stilled above her, breathing heavily and trying to concentrate on not blowing it before he made sure she was taken care off. Chris knew exactly what Macy did and did not like and one thing she hated was him staying still above her the way he was now. "Chris, move please."

He shook his head, smirking cheekily down at her. "No."

"Josh move before I make you," she growled, her hands threading around his biceps. He shook his head. Whenever she said his real name, he knew she truly wanted him to move but he played this game every time they were angry with one another and it even made it better at times.

She pursed her lips and suddenly rolled her hips and used her legs to move him. He moaned at the intense feeling and finally agreed with her reasoning on the need to move. He moved slowly though, his mouth replicating his hips as Macy's arousal grew with his.

Chris felt her nails digging into the skin of his back and dragging down.

She never did it hard enough to draw blood but it did make him hiss as it stung him, in a good way and caused his thoughts and caring to be thrown out the window as he moved faster and harder into her.

Macy lay in the bath, her back nestled against Chris' chest as he slowly ran a washcloth down her arm. She grabbed his hand stopping him.

"Mace?"

Turning her head to look at him, she kissed his chin. "Sorry for getting mad at you." He shook his head at her, drawing her closer to him as the bubbles started to dissolve slowly around them.

"Don't be. It was a wake-up call," he told her. "Made me realise if I didn't look after my girl, I'd lose her." Macy smiled at him and he kissed her sweetly, murmuring how much he loved her. As they got out, Chris wrapped the large towel he'd been using around them both and grinned down at his girlfriend, leading her back into their bedroom where they curled up together.

She'd surprised him a month later with the news he'd be a dad.