John walked into the packed club. The music was blaring and bodies were grinding up against one another. Spotting his friends at the bar he took a deep breath and began to cross through the sea of bodies. Making his way to the other side he looked up to see Randy smirking at him.

"You look like you've been through something man," He said laughing.

"You would too if you just had every part of your intimate anatomy touched up in the span of a minute." He replied laughing back.

"I'm guessing that's the most action you've had in months," A smart ass voice sang from behind him, "Savour it." She added.

Looking behind him he saw the bane of his existence herself, and she looked a little drunk. He going to give her hangover hell tomorrow he thought to himself smirking all the while.

"Don't worry Cena you won't be lonely for long, I'm sure if you gave your hand some money he'd give you a great night." She shouted over her shoulder before Trish pulled her into the sea of bodies he had just waded out of. Turning back to he saw Randy shaking his head.

"Don't even pretend you didn't deserve that man, it's called karma."

"Yeah, but between Amy and I, it's called a conversation." John replied taking a swig of the beer Randy had handed him.

Three hours later

"John…hey…John…why is it, why is it that we're the only ones still here?" a very drunk Amy slurred to the man next to her.

"I think it's a sign." He replied equally drunk

"A sign? Like a stop sign? Or a sign like a sssssiiigggnnn"

"A sign like maybe….maybe we belong together." He said gazing intently into her eyes.

"I don't think it's that kind of sign," She giggled whilst running her finger through some spilt beer.

"How do you know?" He asked her with childlike curiosity.

"Because you're John Cena and I'm not to be trusted." She replied with an authoritative nod.

"I trust you," He said smiling, "even if you are crazy, I still trust you."

Amy looked up at the inebriated superstar, squinting she tried to discern whether he was being serious or not.

John saw the way she was looking at him, he wasn't quite sure if she was checking him out or glaring at him. Inwardly shrugging his shoulders he cocked his head and returned the stare. After a few minutes he blinked.

"HA!" Amy exclaimed, "I win!"

"Huh? I didn't know we were playing! No fair," The Doctor of Thuganomics cried out, "Rematch! I demand a rematch!" He continued.

So they began their contest again. After a few minutes of silence and intense stares Amy spoke "Wait. We're not meant to be playing I was thinking about something very serious before."

"What was it?"

"I don't know Doc, do you know?"

"Well, as the only Doctor of Thuganomics known to man, I suggest you take a deep breath," he advised shifting his weigh closer to her. "Close your eyes," he whispered taking one last look into her hazel orbs, before she closed them. "And do this," He brushed a kiss against her temple, "And this," He trailed his lips to her ear and kissed it smiling to himself when she shivered and pressed closer to him.


The Next Morning

Amy turned over in, she snuggled down against her warm pillow as she attempted to get back to sleep having found a comfortable position again. A few moments passed until she realised he 'pillow' was rising and falling and seemed to have a heart beat. Her eyes shot open. Please don't be Adam. Please don't be Adam. Please don't be Adam. She thought as she focused on conquest of the night. It was worse. Laying there beside her in all his naked glory was none other than John Cena. Recoiling half in horror and half in shock she endeavoured to pull the sheets around her body, but alas something large and heavy had trapped her against him. Jerking her head up her eyes followed along a muscular arm that seemed to wrap itself possessively around her waist. Taking a deep breathe she tried to rationally look at her situation before John woke up 'I have a blinding headache. I may throw up soon. I slept with Jerk Cena and I'm trapped'

John had been watching the redhead in his bed for close to an hour before she woke up. He had woken up before her with a paralysing headache but as he reached out for the aspirin bottle he heard a muffled groan. Looking over he saw a shock of red hair attached to a very sexy body. They're looking more and more like her everyday he thought miserably, until his eyes caught the familiar gargoyle tattoo on her shoulder. Moving closer his eyes widened when he realised who was next to him. 'How the hell did you manage that Cena?' a voice similar to Randy's asked him in his head. 'I don't have a damn clue but I'm not letting her go' he replied to himself. An hour later he had been through his idea thoroughly, he knew she wouldn't accept him any other way. He knew it was wrong. He knew he'd never forgive himself if he let this opportunity go. John was drawn out of his thoughts as he heard her breathing get lighter; she was waking up. Closing his eyes he feigned sleep, just until she got herself together.

Amy pulled the sheet tighter around her body as best she could, she would try one last time to get out of the bed.

"Going somewhere Red?" A husky voice asked her, a shiver ran down her spine as her hazel eyes locked with his icy blue ones.

"Yeah, the hell outta this bed that's where." She replied angrily.

"Awww but we were just starting to warm up to each other."

"What? How long have you been awake? Shouldn't you be happy I'm leaving?" She asked raining a few of the thousands of questions in her mind on him.

"How long have you been awake?" He asked in return the hint of a smile playing on the edge of his mouth. "Shouldn't you be happy I want you to stay?"

"Don't answer my questions with questions!" She cried realising he was mocking her, "Do I amuse you?"

"All the time Red," He laughed, "But seriously I've been thinking and I have a proposition for you."

The women's champion raised a finely plucked eyebrow urging him to continue.

"Ever since that nasty incident between Matt and Adam you've been working hard to get your reputation back, right?"

"Yes and jerks like you make it so much easier for me." She replied coldly.

"Well I'm guessing it wouldn't look to good if I was to, tell the locker room of our little night together would it?"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying if you were to keep visiting me every so often, I would be prepared to keep last night a secret." Something broke inside him as he watched her eyes darken as she thought over his proposition.

"So you want to save me from being known as a whore by making me your personal whore."

"Whore is such a strong word Babe," He smirked trying to regain his confidence, "Just consider it an investment into both our futures, what do you say?"