Disclaimer: I don't own any of the mentioned characters… They are owned strictly by their creators. Wrestlers are property of themselves and Vince McMahon
Summary: Everyone has his or her pet peeves. She was his.
Rating:PG-13, for excessive potty-mouth and innuendo.
Pairing: John Cena-OC
She was doing it again. Not it it, but it. The little exhale of breath that he'd learned meant she was frustrated. It made him laugh, except now. Now she'd been doing it for 15 minutes straight.
She did a lot of annoying little things, but he loved all of them. Like when she'd hum along to a song he hated just to annoy him, or when she'd answer the phone 'City Morgue' when his momma called. She found it hilarious.
It really shouldn't bother him that she did all these strange things. After all, she was nothing like him. They'd first met on SmackDown! When she'd subbed for Lillian. She'd announced as if bored, one reason she was only a techie. She listened to any kind of music, rock being her favourite. Her blonde hair was natural, but streaked outrageous blue with black tips. She was quiet, not really a people person. That also irked him.
When they'd first talked, she'd been in a rush. It had insulted him, because she'd seemed interested earlier. He'd seen her a week later, inconspicuously adjusting the wiring of a computer. He'd asked her out. They talked. He insulted. They kissed.
She'd begun pointing out his many pet peeves. She'd let the artificial dye fade out of her hair, had grown slightly more outspoken. He felt responsible for this. So he confronted her after a match one night, nearly mauling her in the office she'd been set up in. Had asked why she had changed who she was, who he liked. She grown slightly teary, and her bright green eyeliner had begun to glisten. She'd said she loved him.
They moved in together. Into his Boston apartment, directly next to Marc's. Gotten a dog that actually looked like a dog and not a furry stuffed animal. Had even personalized their answering machine with a cute little message that was not at all cute. They had the adorable couple thing down.
Orton had tried to but in, said he'd known Kori first, had tried to start a rivalry. He'd failed when he tried to get a titantron capture of he and Kori kissing. John had fallen in love with Kori all over again.
Which led to now. She was exhaling, as if close to hyperventilating, directly next to him in bed. He loved her, but it just had to stop.
"Babe, either you stop breathing, or ya tell me what's da matter," he said. She looked at him, green eyes piercing his soul.
"I'm nervous."
"'Bout what?" she smiled at him. '
"'Bout tomorrow. What if no one likes my hair? What if everyone hates my dress? What if Marc trips me? What if I trip myself? What if Eddie and Rey really do show up in only Speedo's? What if you fall out of love…" she was cut off by his reassuring lips on hers.
"Kori Garmond, I, John Cena, am madly, deeply, and truly in love with you. If I ever fall out of love with you, it will be because I have lost my mind," he said, looking into her eyes. By the slight smile on her lips, he knew that their wedding was going to be perfect, and she knew it too. Guess everyone just has their own little pet peeves.