Secrets

By: shannygoat

Featuring: Dave Batista, John Cena and Her (use your imagination)

Disclaimer: They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery, well I think Fanfiction is. I don't know or own Mr. Bautista or any other employees, staff, or associates of the WWE. I do own the original character and creation of this work. All of the ideas and scenario are completely fabricated. I do not endorse, give or receive any payment to WWE or their holdings. Nor do I intend to disrespect or embarrass any of the characters or their families. These characters and their personas are property of WWE.

The only thing I own is the original character and she doesn't have a name. How pathetic am I?

Rating: NC-17

Feedback: Is welcome.

John's POV

"I love you," I whisper in her ear.

It is taking all of my restraint not just to pull her clothes off and show her that I could take away her pain. But I know with everything she's been through, she can't accept my love yet.

"I can't do this. He needs me," she says placing her hand on my chest to push me away.

"What do you need?" I whisper again. I want her to tell me she needs me.

"I need to feel alive again," she answers slowly. "Let me bring you to life," I say brushing my lips across her earlobe.

The way she sighs and the strength of her kiss tell me, she wants me too.

This time, I will make love to her like she's the most important thing in the world to me. I will take the time to really feel her soft body on mine. The gentle way her lips fit with mine, the sweet smell of her cinnamon breath, makes me want her more.

I have never had a more intimate moment in my life, not even when I made love to her, then when I kissed her for the first time. Those fireworks you see in the old movies instantly come to mind when her lips touch mine. Her tongue is like silk, smooth and soft. Tenderly, her tongue tastes mine. Without sucking it, she gently draws mine into her mouth and then responds by offering me hers.

I have to have her, just one more time. I pull back from the kiss. We will have more kisses before this night ends, I tell my lips. They are already missing the soft pillows of hers on them.

I notice she's fighting back tears. "Do you want me to stop?" I ask running my fingers over her lips.

"No. I want you to make me forget," she replies.

Without any effort I lay her back on my bed. I slowly move my hand up her skirt up to the outer portion of her thigh. I gently undress her without any resistance.

I lay on her naked flesh. I kiss her body lightly, making sure to study every curve.

I put my tongue on her sweet center. She tastes better than I remember. She touches my head. Unlike the last time, I want her to touch me; to know it's me making her feel this way. My tongue remembers her so well. Without being told, it moves over her the way she likes it. In no time at all, I feel her cum in my mouth.

Taking the time to feel my way up her body, I kiss her with all I have left.

She puts her arms around me and holds me close to her.

She closes her eyes as I insert myself into her. She's so beautiful underneath me. Slowing rocking into her tight body, I feel myself falling…falling more in love with her.

She starts to move with me. Hearing her moans makes me so happy. But, I need to know that she's really here with me.

"Say my name," I beg her softly.

"What?" she says barely making a sound.

"Say my name. I need to hear that you know who you're making love to this time," I tell her passionately.

"Make love to me... John," she replies.

I move hoping she can feel how much I want her, need her, love her. All I want is to show her that she has my heart under lock and key. I'm hers for the taking, all she has to do is ask.

When my release comes, I feel everything drain out of me. All the guilt, all these months of wanting her, all the sadness from losing his friendship, all the pain of hurting her and not being able to hold her, it all ends when I empty inside her. It is replaced with the warm feeling of my love finding a home.

I came so hard, I jump up startled. I look around my hotel room trying to remember where I am. "This has got to stop," I say looking down at my wet sheets. I was dreaming about her again. Each dream is more intense and more vivid than the last. It's to the point now that I just want to stay asleep, because that's the only way I can be with her.

I look around and notice the woman in my bed. How many times do I have to tell these hoes the rules? Once I bust, it's time for you to leave.

I can't hide my misery anymore. I try to find comfort in every beautiful woman I meet. But, none of them hold a candle to the time I spent with her. I don't even ask them their names anymore, I don't care. No one's name will taste sweeter on my lips than hers.

I can't believe she's still with him. She needs someone that understands her, that will comfort her, that will treat her like the rest of the world doesn't exist.

He treated me like he's never made a mistake.

I remember how we use to go out to the clubs and lay $20 bets on who could fuck the baddest chicks there. He would win some nights and I would win others. I remember how was still fucking around on her the first few months they were together. He was still pulling girls, taking them back to our room, turning them out, sometimes 2 or 3 at a time. Then he would lay back and call her when they left.

I use to think it was funny, how guidable she was, she believed everything he said. That was until I got to know her. It's also before I grew to love her and realize that love makes you blind.

She did something to him. Gradually, he didn't want to hang out with me and Orton anymore. Instead he opted to stay in his room with her. She must have put it on him; just like she put it on me.

I can't take this anymore; I have to talk to her. I need to tell her I'm sorry.

I put my clothes on and head out the door. "Where are you going?" the girl in my bed asks me.

"Out. Be gone when I get back," I say closing the door.

I hate drinking alone. But it's all I can do to clear my head. I rehearse what I want to say to her so it doesn't sound dumb. Slowly I dial the number and hold my breath as the phone rings. He's been home for a few weeks, I hope he doesn't answer.

She has the sweetest voice. "It's John. I need to talk to you. Can you meet me?" I say all in one breathe. She agrees and I tell her I'll be waiting for her in the bar.

Time seems to stand still waiting for her. But my bottle of Grey Goose keeps me company. I watch her intensely as she glides across the room. I make sure to study every inch of her body as she walks my way.

"You look like shit," she says to me.

"I feel worse," I say rubbing my hand across my stubble."How've you been?" I ask her.

"I'm better, now," she says coldly.

"How's Dave doing?" I ask.

"What do you want, John?" She asks looking around the room.

"I want you. That's all I ever wanted," I say to her trying not raise my voice.

"It's not going to happen. I love Dave. Why is that so hard for you to understand? I love him. I want to be with him, John. I want my life back, the way it use to be," she tells me. This is the first time I ever heard anger in her voice.

"Do you understand that I love you? I feel like I'm dying inside. All I can do is think about you. I dream about you every fucking night. I would give all of this shit right now, just to be with you," I say, now regretting having drunk so much. But it's too late; liquor is like truth serum to me.

"That night you and him made love in that hotel. You looked at me as I watched you two. I saw you; you looked right at me. You were fucking my best friend and you were watching with me at the same time. Then all the hanging out with me while he was practicing or working out, how did you think that would make me feel?" I poured my heart out.

"I thought you were my friend, I thought that was friendship," she said looking like she didn't understand.

"I ain't never met anyone like you before. I never had a woman who cared about my feelings, who actually listened when I talked. Who cheered me on and comforted me when I was sad, and didn't want anything from me in return. You were always more to me than my best friend's girl. Didn't you know that?" I asked trying to explain it. "I remember the day I fell in love with you. It was that time we were in Dallas and he was doing that promo thing. We were hanging out, playing pool. Then that song came on and you wanted to dance. As we danced, I held you and you laid your head on my chest. It felt so right. I knew that I would want you to always lay your head on me, for the rest of my life," I can't stop looking into her eyes.

"You remember that?" she asked stunned.

"I remember everything about you. I have been in love with you for so long, I don't know how to stop remembering you." I take another drink.

"John, you think that you're in love with me. But it's more like an infatuation. You were more to me than Dave's friend to me. You were my friend, too," she said touching my hand, "but that still did not give you the right to rip my life apart."

"You don't think I know that? I regret everyday the way things ended up. I never meant to hurt you or Dave for that matter. All I could think about was how hard it is for me to breathe watching you with him. That no matter how happy I was for him to find someone as wonderful as you, it hurt more because you weren't with me. If I could go back in time, I would have told you the truth that night and just hoped that you would come to me on your own. I'm sorry, I hurt you; but I'm not sorry for the time we sent together," I said feeling the lump in the back of my throat.

"Don't do this," she said lowly.

"Don't do what? Tell you that I love you, tell you that I need you, and tell you that I think about you all the time?" I said raising my voice, "That was the best night of my life. Not because we had sex, but because I made love to you. I shared my soul with you. I gave you a part of me."

"That was Dave's baby!" she yells giving me a look that pierces my heart.

"It could have been mine. I think about her all the time," I start, "I hurt because you hurt and I couldn't comfort you."

"Why did you ask me here?" she says.

"I just want you to know that I'm sorry, and that I love you. But I love you enough to stay away from you. I want you two to rebuild your lives so you will be happy. That's all I ever wanted, was to make you happy," I answer looking into my glass.

"I forgive you John. I told you that before. But I can't give you anything more than that. You altered the course of my life and I may never be able to get it back the way it was again. I really wish you could find someone who can appreciate all that you have to offer. And when you do, you will love her so completely, she will be one of the luckiest women in the world. But I'm not her, John. I found someone who completes me, be happy for me," she pleads.

"Did you tell him?" I ask looking up at her. She looks as if she were suddenly ashamed to be seen with me.

"No and I never will," she says quietly, "it was a mistake. It never should have happened."

"Making love to you was not a mistake. Not to me anyway," I tell her suddenly feeling like she had punched me in the stomach.

"It was one night. Dave's trial had been hard on all of us. I didn't know who else to turn to," she defends.

"And that's love. When you turn to someone you know cares about you, whose only want is to take away your pain. That's what we did for each other that night. We took away our pain. You don't think it hurt for me to see my brother get put in jail, knowing that I caused all of this? It nearly killed me to see you so hurt. But no matter what I did, the only thing that helped me through it was knowing that you came to me. Not under the assumption that I was Dave, but me. You wanted me," I tell her with tears forming in my eyes.

"It was wrong of me to do that," she says sheepishly.

"No matter what your mouth says, your body told me that you wanted to be there. You made love to me...and there was no misunderstanding behind it this time. You came to me on your own." I convince her.

"I love him John. I do. I want him; I want to marry him, to have a family with him. Can't you understand that? He's my life John. If you love me, please let me go," now she's crying.

"I do love you," I whisper watching her run out of the bar, "more than you'll ever know."