Damn Kristen and her Cena muses. DAMN YOU:-p Okay we disclaim, don't sue. All I got are some Saturday Night's Main Event tickets and well...I will if anyone tries to take them. Enjoy!
Where is he? Lilian though anxiously. She'd already checked the obvious – the trainer's and the guys' locker room. But he wasn't there. She bit down on her lip, walking through the halls quickly. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't even see the man coming until she crashed right into his solid chest.
"Oh, I'm sor-" she started, looking up. "John!" She threw her arms around his waist, giving him a hug. "I've been looking everywhere for you. How's your eye?"
John wrapped his arms around her, hugging the small blonde tightly. "Baby I'm fine, it'll take a lot more than this to keep me down."
Lilian however didn't buy it, "We're going to the hospital to get you checked out."
He shook his head and pulled back to look at her. "Lily, I'm fine all I need is to go to the hotel and sleep. I have a show tomorrow too so come on."
"I don't care, John," she protested, dropping her grip around him. "Your eye could be damaged. You could even have a concussion!"
He cupped her face in his palms, steadying her erratic movements. "I'm fine, I promise. I saw the trainer. He got me stitched up and checked me out."
A concerned expression erased the angry one that had formed on her face. She reached up and ran her fingers over the two stitches and his slowly swelling eye. "Can I at least put ice on it for you?"
He smiled. "Of course you can. Who knows, maybe I'll let you play nurse."
A playful smirked spread across Lilian's face as she leaned up, pressing her lips to his ear. "Oh Mr. Cena, I think you need a lot of bed 'rest'."
John groaned softly. "Will you keep me company? I mean if it's a concussion, I need constant attention."
Lilian smirked and pulled away, taking his hand in hers as they walked. "Let's go, the sooner we start the better I can make you feel."
They reached their rental car and Lilian jumped in the driver's seat. "And just what do you think you're doing?" John asked, holding the door open.
"You have a head injury, I haven't even hit 35 yet, I don't want to die," she replied, grabbing the handle and pulling the door shut.
He walked around and got into the passenger's side, sighing. "You don't trust me?" he asked, pouting.
"Oh don't even!" She turned the ignition on and pulled out onto the road.
The car was silent for a while until John's hand made its way over to rest on her thigh. She glanced down at his hand, then back over at him. "Do it, I dare you. We'll see what happens when somebody starts blasting Heart at 2 in the morning while the other has a headache." She smiled sweetly at him before hitting the gas.
John pouted once more, still moving his hand along her thigh. "But...but it'll make me feel all better!"
Lilian growled softly and smacked his hand away. "If you don't stop, no one will feel good because we'll be in a car accident! Now behave, or on second thought keep it up." She smiled sweetly over at him. "I'm sure I can get someone from the Spirit Squad to be your nurse instead."
His jaw dropped and he shook his head. "You're an evil woman, Garcia."
"Woman's got to do what a woman's got to do, Cena." She looked over at him and raised her eyebrows. "Besides, tonight isn't about me, remember?" She switched hands, using her left to steer and placing her right on his own thigh. "See, this works both ways."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were teasing me," he said, looking down at her small hand.
She didn't say anything. Lilian parked the car in a free space at the hotel parking lot. She popped the trunk before climbing out of the vehicle.
She walked around the back of the car and grabbed both of their bags before he could. Shouldering them she closed the trunk, innocently looking up at him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Carrying the bags," she said with a shrug. "You're hurt."
"And so are you." As he spoke he gently lifted her injured hand up and frowned softly. "Give me the bags."
"We're gonna be out here all night arguing over this, so let me be and let's go."
They made their way up to the 3rd floor and to their hotel room. John opened the door, and Lilian stepped inside, putting the bags down. "I'm going to go get some ice," she said turning to face him. "Change out of those clothes, alright? I'll be right back." As she walked past him, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
John peeled off his shirt and took off his pants, throwing them into his bag. He flopped down on the big bed, grabbing the remote. He flicked through the channels and finally settled on a movie on TBS. His head turned when he heard the door click back open. Lilian walked in, carrying a bucket of ice. John went to stand up, but she shoved him back on the bed. "Stay," she demanded.
"Ma'am yes ma'am!" He saluted. "But remember, ma'am that I have to be up at Oh six hundred hours to report to duty, ma'am!"
"I'm going to kick your ass," came her response from in the bathroom.
John chuckled and leaned his head back, closing his eyes for the moment. "I'd like to see you try."
Lilian silently stepped out of the bathroom and over to his side, gently placing the ice on his eye. Not expecting the contact, John jumped, giving a slight scream. "Ouch!"
She couldn't help but laugh. "Not so tough are ya big guy?"
"That wasn't fair! I wasn't expecting that," he whined.
"Oh hush." She held the ice on his eye and sat down next to him. With her free hand, she traced his face and ran her fingers through his hair. "You know, the trainers didn't clean you up very well. You have some dried blood up here."
John opened his eyes, hopeful. "Does this mean I get a sponge bath?"
Seeing a playful look in her eyes, he quickly added. "From you I mean."
Lilian was silent for a moment as she looked down at him, still running her fingers lightly along his face.
"Lil...Lilian...you okay babe?"
She tilted her head and looked up at him. "Yeah...I…I'm fine."
"What's wrong?"
Lilian sighed softly. "I just keep seeing you getting hurt over and over again, I was so scared John."
"Aw, baby, I'm fine." He sat up, placing one of his hands against her cheek. "It was just a little cut from the table, you know that."
"I know, I was so close to you when it happened, and yet, I couldn't do anything for you. The way you looked when you fell and afterwards. I know it was planned and everything, but John your head hit so hard." She sniffed, letting a few tears fall from her eyes.
He wrapped his big arms around her small body. "It didn't hurt, if that makes you feel any better. It was pure adrenaline running through me, I didn't feel a thing." He rubbed her back soothingly until she pulled back.
She pulled back and dried her eyes, she knew he was right but she couldn't help getting all worked up. "I just hate not being able to do anything for you, I feel so helpless out there."
Leaning forward, John pressed a loving kiss to her lips. "I'm here now and I'm okay, that's all that matters, okay?"
Lilian nodded her head and smiled softly. "I know...so, you still need that bath?"
He chuckled softly and arched a brow. "It might work better if you join me."
"Sorry, gordito, but I don't think your big ass will fit in the same tub."
"Don't call me fat!" He pouted at the nickname. "That can hurt a man, you know that?"
She rolled her eyes and looked closer at his eye. She kissed it lightly then stood up from the bed. "Let's go then, you aren't getting any cleaner out here."
He followed her quickly, swatting at her ass. She giggled and waited for him in the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and stared at her. "Someone has too much clothing on."
Lilian ran her fingers along the front of her dress and looked over at him. "But I kinda like this. It's too comfortable to take off."
"One way or another Garcia I'm gonna get you wet."
Her jaw dropped and she couldn't help but laugh. "You...ugh no comment!"
John grinned sweetly over at her. "Would you try and keep your mind out of the gutter please? I'm injured here, I can't think straight."
She mumbled to herself in Spanish as she stepped closer, sliding the zipper on her dress down. "Why do I put up with you?"
"Because I am cute and adorable and –" She cut him off by jerking his boxers down and shoving him into the shower stall. She joined him moments later after he had started the hot water.
Half an hour later, they returned to the main part of the room, towels wrapped around both of them. Lilian grabbed her hair brush and sat on the edge of the bed by the table with the phone. The red light was blinking over and over. She reached over and hit the 'play' button.
"You have … six … new messages," the recorded voice stated. Soon Trish Stratus' voice filled the room. "If you two don't tone it down in there, I'm calling the front desk!" Next came Adam. "Dude, don't make me call the desk saying they're going to have to replace a wall in your shower. That is not right. We're trying to sleep over here!"
Four more messages played, pretty much saying the same thing. Lilian and John exchanged a look before both cracking up. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her neck. "You need to stop being so loud baby."
The small blonde smirked and nudged him with her hip. "I'm sorry but I think you screamed my name first there, Romeo!"
"Well when you do that...that thing! I can't help myself."
Lilian simply smirked and pulled on one of his t-shirts.
"And what do you think you're doing with my shirt?" he asked, slipping on a pair of boxers.
"I guess the same thing you're doing with your shorts." She shrugged and threw her towel through the open door of the bathroom.
He walked over to her and started playing with the bottom of the shirt. "Fine, I guess I'll just have to take it off myself."
She smacked his hand away. "Go to bed, John. Remember, you have to be up at oh six hundred hours, soldier!" She winked at him and pulled the sheets back, sliding in the bed.
"You know," he started, getting in the bed as well, "if you were the commanding officer, I would sign up for the military in a second." He laid his head on her flat stomach and she began to work her fingers in his hair again. "Or maybe I'll let you be my hair stylist."
Lilian smiled down at him, unable to resist the urge to tease him. "I could handle that, we can have matching purple tips...or maybe I'll go with pink this time."
A playful look of horror crossed his face and she giggled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple. John sighed contently as he reached up and ran the back of his hand along her cheek. "So I've got a nurse, hair stylist, commanding officer and girlfriend all rolled into one, how'd I get so lucky?"
She sent him a bright smile, her tone playful once more. "Eh it had something to do with your looks I'm sure."
"Probably," he agreed. They lay there for a few minutes before the soothing sensations her fingers were causing sent him into a deep sleep.
Lilian looked down at him and shook her head, smiling. She reached over, grabbing a notebook off the table. She flipped it open to a blank page and grabbed a pen. She started scribbling down lines for a new song. Her eyes began to grow heavy as she wrote down a couple more lines. Exhausted, she gently pushed John off her and snuggled against him, falling asleep.
The alarm went off at 6 the next morning. John woke up, turning it off and stretching. He got out of the bed, turning back to look at Lilian. He smiled to himself and brushed some hair out of her face. He kissed her cheek and left to take a shower. When he came out of the bathroom, Lilian was sitting up, watching TV.
"Good morning, baby," he said cheerfully.
She smiled tiredly up at him as she ran her fingers through her hair. "Mornin', so what's on the schedule for us tonight?"
"ECW tonight, Conan tomorrow night, then a nice relaxing night with my beautiful girlfriend." John sent a wink in her direction as he started to get dressed. Lilian smiled and nodded her head as she leaned back on the bed, content to just watch his movements.
"Since you get tonight and tomorrow, you know we're going shopping the day after, right?"
He groaned. "We just went shopping, babe! I just bought you those 500 dollar boots."
Lilian pouted. "But John, they have the cutest little black ones at Versace!" Seeing he wasn't giving in she added, "I'll model them for you in an outfit you pick out for me at Victoria's Secret." She raised her eyebrows and grinned.
"Well if you put it that way…" He crawled back on the bed, supporting his weight on his elbows. "We could go today before the show."
"The show," she repeated. "Promise me you will be careful, okay?"
"I'm not even fighting; it's just a segment with Paul E. and a couple of the boys."
Lilian frowned, but nodded. "I know, I just…I don't know. I have a bad feeling about your match this Sunday."
John sighed softly. "Lily, everything will go fine I promise."
She didn't seem to believe him though. "You say that every night. What about Monday, hmm?" As she spoke she absently ran her fingers along his eye. "Things won't always be okay, you know that."
He sat up, pulling her into his lap as he tried to comfort her. "You know how careful I am, nothing serious will happen, you have to believe me."
"I do, I believe you. What if Paul changes things up on you? You already look like hell."
"Well thanks baby," he said laughing and shaking his head. She rolled her eyes and slapped his chest. "I kind of like it, the black eye I mean. Makes me look tough."
"If you want one on a regular basis, I'm sure I can arrange something." She smiled and stood up. "Let's go, we aren't getting anywhere any faster by setting here."
They got ready and left the hotel. John did his spot on the ECW show and that was that. They returned to the hotel, getting some sleep before they had to be in New York for Conan O'Brien. Lilian put on a sleek looking black dress and, against John's advice, a pair of black stiletto boots.
"Why is that I look like I'm about to go out with Georgiou Armani and you look like you're going to a basketball game?"
John glanced down at his attire then back at her. "Because you always over-dress for things?" He flashed her an innocent grin, barely ducking the pillow that was chucked at his head. "Now Ms. Garcia, we can destroy the room later, I have a show to do." He stepped closer to her and grinned.
Mumbling to herself in Spanish, Lilian took the offered arm.
"You know this isn't fair! You can at least teach me some Spanish so I know what you're saying about me!"
She flashed him a sweet smile. "But that would ruin my fun."
"Fine, I'll have my fun later," he remarked, using his free hand to spank her.
"Excuse you, we are in public! Control yourself!" she demanded.
They left the hotel and made their way downstairs to the parking lot. John opened the car door for her which was rewarded with a kiss. He made sure she was in the car before shutting the door and jumping in on the driver's side. "Where to, my lady?"
"Home, James!" she replied before laughing.
He chuckled as he started the car and backed out of the lot. "You're crazy my dear."
"Oh but that's why you love me, isn't it?"
Her innocent question was given a smirk in return. "Well..."
"John Felix An..."
Quickly cutting her off, John groaned. "Please not the full name, it reminds me of my Mom and yeah, that kills the mood."
Lilian smirked to herself. "If you don't behave, there won't even be a mood to kill."
"Well, I was considering the mood for this evening after the show, but…" He shrugged and looked out the windshield.
"What mood? What are you planning?" Lilian asked, very interested.
"Oh, nothing, nothing at all."
She pouted and then leaned over, brushing her lips over his ear. "Remember our little shopping adventure for tomorrow? What if," she started, letting her fingers toy with the collar of his jersey, "I were to take a detour and show you that little boutique in Manhattan I always go to?"
He arched a brow, a small smirk spreading across his face. "You mean the one where you buy all of your..." He trailed off, moving his hands to run along her thigh.
"That would be the one."
His smirk grew as he pressed on. "And will you give me a private viewing in the store?"
She laughed and shrugged her shoulders, only offering a simple one word reply. "Maybe."
"Please?" he said, pushing out his lower lip into a pout.
"Don't do it," she warned. That look got her every time. "John, stop!" And then he added the sad, puppy dog eyes. "Fine," she scoffed. "I know the lady that owns it. I'm sure she'd let me give you a private viewing after she's closed for the day."
John grinned. "I love it when you have connections with people."
She rolled her eyes. "I went to college with her. We have lunch occasionally. I didn't think that was a 'connection' but whatever you say, honey, whatever you say." She started laughing and patted his forearm.
He flashed her a wide grin. "If it means getting me a private viewing... I will even take her out to lunch!"
Lilian simply shook her head, not wanting to give him any more encouragement, knowing the last thing she needed was to get him riled up before he had an appearance, though it would be kind of amusing to send him out there. The rest of the ride was made in a comfortable silence. Finally arriving at the studio John was ushered to talk to the host while Lilian settled in the dressing room. A thoughtful look crossing her face as she watched him on the little TV they had set up. He promised he would be okay, and as hard as it was, this time she believed him.