Title: Just Another Girl, chapter 3
Author: Sweet Steffie
Pairing: John Cena/Stacy
Rating: PG 13
Summary: John Cena cant stop thinking about a certain diva, but he
has reasons why he shouldnt!
Disclaimer: I do not own a thing.
It was late on a Friday night. John entered the empty arena, drained of all energy. He was so tired from the night before. First he had the damn handicap match to do, then the whole situation with Stacy. He hadn't slept the night before. After making a fool out of himself with the blond at the pool, and then locking himself out of his room, John couldn't even get himself to sleep. He just sat there, with the mini bar and drank all night. Finally over his hangover, he decided to go to the arena and work out. He only had 9 days left before No Way Out.
John quickly changed and headed to the free weights. He picked up the 15-pound weights and did some reps. After a good 20 minutes he decided to go on the treadmill. He put on his headphones and did a 3k race with the machine. After the run he was exhausted out of his mind. But her refused to stop. He had to keep his mind off of Stacy. He had to preoccupy himself with something that would keep him distracted from her. The only thing that came to mind was his match against The Undertaker at No Way Out. He kept thinking about beating the shit out of Taker, and it did help a bit.
He looked around for a second and decided to get on the bench press. He added some more weight and was about to get on, when he heard a female voice. He jerked his head to the side. It sounded like Stacy. John turned his head back to the bench press. "Your mind is playing tricks on you dawg, it aint her," he laughed to himself. He female voice grew stronger, but John forced himself to believe that he was just imagining it. He laid down on the bench and lifted the bar. He quickly did some reps. "1, 2, 3, 4," he counted. Suddenly John heard the voice speak clearly, and he knew he wasn't dreaming.
"Ok Terri, I'll have it sent to Trish when I get back to the hotel," a voice said. He door opened and in walked Stacy. John placed the weight back on the bar and sat up. It really was her. He pinched himself to see if he wasn't dreaming, and the pain that he felt assured him that he wasn't. Stacy turned off her phone and nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw him. "Oh god, I'm sorry. I didn't know anybody else was here," Stacy laughed, embarrassed that she looked so scared. John merely looked at her, still not believing that she really was here. Stacy walked up to him and waved her hands in front of his face. "Hello! Earth to Mr. Cena!" she called out. John snapped out of his daze and gave her an embarrassed smile. "I uh, sorry, just, was," John muttered. Stacy smiled and walked to the treadmill in front of him.
"You know, for a trash talking rapper, it really is hard to believe that you are speechless right now," Stacy laughed. John slightly laughed. "What are you doing here?" John finally asked after a short silence. Stacy shrugged as she adjusted the treadmill settings. "Couldn't sleep. Scott went out with Andrew and the gym at the hotel was too crowded," Stacy said. She looked at John and smiled. "And what brings you here?" she asked, eyeing him curiously. John didn't dare tell her the truth, so he quickly thought of something. "I am facing the Undertaker in 9 days. I am going to need all the training I can get," he said. A pleasant shocked look crossed Stacy's face. John didn't know what to think about it. "Wow, I'm impressed," she said. John returned his gaze to her.
"Because I am working out for the match?" he asked. Stacy smiled and shook her head. "No, that you actually admitting that you could get beat by the Undertaker," she giggled. John shot an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he asked. Stacy smiled. "Most guys would say that they are going to win no matter what. The keep saying they are the best. I am impressed that you are not saying that," Stacy concluded. John finally found some courage to really talk to her. "Thanks, that makes me feel better," he said. Stacy raised an eyebrow. "So how were you feeling before?" she joked. John smirked. "Now I wont feel so bad when the Undertaker kicks the living hell out of me," he managed to joke.
Stacy smiled and picked up a small weight. "You must feel honored to fight the Undertaker," Stacy said. John nodded his head. John had no idea were he came up with the courage to talk to Stacy like this, but he was grateful that he wasn't making a fool out of himself. "What about you? How is your match going?" he asked. Stacy shrugged. "Scott and I have a match against Victoria and Steven Richards," she said. She continued lifting the small weights. John grinned. "You have a match against psycho bitch and you don't care?" he asked.
Stacy smiled. "I can handle Victoria. Her craziness will drive her insane and flip out before she touches me. She is a liability to herself," Stacy said. John raised an eyebrow. "And what about Steven?" he asked. Stacy smiled. "If Vicky flips out, then he flips out. Plus, as long as I duck at the ropes, he will hit himself with the chair in his face. He has a tendency of doing that," Stacy laughed. John smiled. They continued working out and having light conversation.
20 minutes later.
Stacy was laughing hard. "You may be the rapper around here John, but Kurt really stuck it to you that night. Kurt beat your ass that night dawg," Stacy snickered. John smiled and shook his head. "Nah man, Kurt can't beat me. He can't even see me. Kurt is a wannabe kojak," John said. Stacy raised her eyebrow. "Ok, I don't even know what that means," she laughed. John opened his mouth to say something, but Stacy held her hand up signaling him to shut up. "Don't even try to explain it to me," she giggled. John sighed and smiled. There was a short silence, and John was starting to feel nervous again. Stacy had returned to the treadmill.
"So what are you doing tonight?" John nervously asked. Stacy shrugged. "Probably just sleep. Scott will probably be waisted by the time he gets in," she said. John arched an eyebrow up. "Doesn't sound like a relationship type guy," john said. Stacy laughed. "No, its not that. But I don't expect him to be glued on me 24/7. I give him his space," Stacy said. John started to fidget with his fingers. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way," he said. Stacy giggled and walked up to him. She took the cap off of his head and put it on hers. "You can't see me. You can't see me," Stacy said, waving her hand in front of her face.
John slightly smiled. "Yo, yo, yo, listen up. I got legs and I know I'm hot. Think you can impress me? Think you can find my G-spot?"" Stacy rapped. John laughed at the last line. Stacy laughed and took a step forward. She didn't see the weight in front of her and tripped. Luckily John caught her, their lips just missing each other's. "Sorry," she softly whispered. John looked in her eyes, nearly breathless at what he saw. Stacy was starting to breathe hard, realizing what was happening. John slowly moved forward, going in to kiss her. Just as he was about to kiss her, she turned her head. "I gotta go," she said. John hit his head as he watched as Stacy quickly left.
"Damn asshole!" he cursed to himself. He dropped himself on the floor, covering his face in his hands. He let out a deep groan of frustration, feeling utterly embarrassed. He stood up straight and headed to the bathroom. Just as he stepped in, a woman wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, kissing her bare shoulder. "I'm back," she whispered into his ear, lightly biting on his earlobe. John smiled and pulled her arms around her. She felt so warm and soft.
He turned her around and smiled at the glow he saw in her eyes. "You're back," he whispered back and softly kissed her lips. She gladly parted her lips for him, granting him access to her welcoming mouth. He kissed her passionately, roaming his hands over her body. She let out a loud moan into his mouth, wanting to feel this for so long. She ran her hands to his belt buckle, unclasping the metal clasp. He lifted her and pushed her against the wall, kissing her neck lovingly.
"I love you John," she gasped, closing her eyes tightly. John smiled and slipped his hand under her skirt. God, how he missed his GIRLFRIEND so much.
"I love you too Dawn," he mumbled, still kissing her neck.
OH! John has a girlfriend, and it isn't Stacy! So, what do you think? Hope you like it.