A touch.

Just innocent contact.

Sometimes it's nothing more than a hand on my shoulder during a promo.

Or a hand on the small of my back, supporting me after I've been tossed out of the ring.

A strong hand, reaching out to pull me from the mat after someone has knocked me on my ass.

An accidental brushing of skin as we both reach for the car keys, the key card to our room or just to open a door.

To the naked eye, they are nothing more, nothing less - something that happens a million times a day to all of us.

But, to me, they are everything.

He sits next to me in the production meeting and his thigh brushes against mine and a the slow burn begins. Even through two layers of denim, I can feel the heat of his skin against mine.

I know what those thighs look like, muscles tensing as he reaches another mind-blowing orgasm with my lips around his cock.

I know what they feel like as I ride him, my bare ass slapping against the rock hard muscles.

As we change, having showered after a match, I brush some lint from his back, left behind by the thin white towels and smile, remembering the times my tongue has traced every line of his tattoos.

We sneak a quick kiss before pulling out of the parking lot, knowing no one can see us.

When we meet up with everyone at the bar, grabbing a quick bite and a couple of beers, I look at him and know that he feels the burn too.

Our chairs are pushed together, making room for one more at the table and I feel his hand on my thigh, just a fast sweep up, across the growing bulge there and back onto the table.

I smile at his slight of hand, knowing the magic his wand can do later.

As the others talk and laugh, wolfing down the food, he wipes a bit of dressing from the corner of my mouth and I resist the urge to caress it with my tongue.

Innocent touches?

Every time we connect it's so much more.

They say it's the little things that show our love to someone else that matter.

His finger stealthily caressing my hand as he hands me another beer.

Holding the door open as we leave the bar.

Not flinching as I rest my head on his shoulder on the short drive to the hotel.

The fire that started the moment I laid eyes on him this afternoon continues to grow stronger.

We exchange playful banter with the others as we make our way to our rooms.

No one notices his hand on my ass as the elevator makes its way to our floor.

No one but me.

He stops to talk with Batista as I move down the hallway, opening the door to our room.

I don't worry, don't feel pangs of jealousy.

I just wait.

When he walks in and the door closes behind him, I turn

Smile.

Pull my shirt over my head, running my hands over my chest as he watches, the love and appreciation apparent in his eyes.

He reaches for me, pulls me close and I feel his hands caressing my back.

Our bodies come together, a tangle of flesh, clothing and electricity.

His pants hit the floor as I unleash the monster beneath them.

He's hot and hard in my mouth and I can almost feel the sizzle as the wetness from my tongue washes over him.

His hands guide me as I take him deeper, a gentle caress from his nimble fingers.

Time means nothing.

All that matters is the feel of him, pulsing, throbbing, crashing against the back of my throat.

I want to stay like this forever, connected to him by our flesh.

When he pulls me up, it isn't rough.

When he pulls me to him, it isn't crushing.

I feel weightless as he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him.

He carries me to the bed, places me gently on top of the covers…then pounces on me.

Gentle touches and soft caresses give way to pinches and nipping teeth.

He pulls me on top of him and we grind together as his hands slap my ass, the skin prickling under the stinging blows.

I wriggle on top of him as he opens the lube, greases up his fingers and plunges them inside me.

Pain and pleasure mingle together, burning under my skin.

When I slide down over him, impaling myself on his turgid erection, he lets me take control.

I ride him, sliding up and down, gyrating my hips against him, trying to find the spot deep inside that will take me over the edge.

His hand splays across my chest, gentling tapping a rhythm down the muscles of my stomach, playing them with the same care as a virtuoso paying homage to a great composer.

His long fingers wrap around me, pulling my very soul from me as I try to do the same to him.

Muscles clench, nerves sing, skin burns as we get closer…

Closer…

Our worlds shatter simultaneously, bringing forth a cry of pleasure from me and an animalistic growl from him.

His bald head glistens with sweat and I lovingly wipe it dry as he raises his hand to his mouth, licking the very essence of my soul from his fingers.

We smile, we kiss.

We lay there, side by side, basking in the glory of our love.

He pulls the blanket over us, tucking it under my back.

I drift off to sleep, the movie reel in my mind replaying ever touch, every kiss, every moan.

Innocent?

I hardly think so.