Throwing the rest of his stuff in his bag, John stepped out of his locker room and headed down the hall to find Lilian. He heard her laughing before he spotted her. She was standing around with a few of the girls, as they listened to some story Dave and Ric were telling them. He grinned softly, realizing this was the reason he didn't get yelled at once she made it backstage. Walking over to the group, he slipped his arms around her waist and grinned down at her. Lilian leaned back against him, her head against his shoulder as she listened intently to the older man in front of her.

"So what's the lesson for today?" the Animal asked.

"Don't get caught driving with your pants off," they all replied in unison.

"But Dave," Trish said, "we've been on the road a lot longer than you have. Don't you think we should be the one's talking?" Ric nodded and shrugged.

"What? My first lesson would be to never apply eye make up in traffic," he joked.

They all laughed and shortly after, they left. Lilian turned to John, slapping him in the arm. "I can't believe you!"

He looked at her, stunned. "What was that for!" She didn't reply at first, so he continued. "I didn't do anything stupid out there, I'm not injured!"

Lilian shook her head and pulled away from him, bending down to grab her bags before she headed down the hall. John stayed back, watching her in confusion before he jogged after her. "Lil…baby, what's wrong?"

She turned her head and couldn't help but laugh, leaning up to kiss him softly before she spoke. "Honestly? Nothing."

He raised an eyebrow. "Then why'd you hit me? I don't get it."

"Should I be surprised?" She giggled and started walking for the door.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he called after her.

Once they reached their hotel for the night, Lilian quickly changed into her pajamas. She sat down on the couch, crossing her legs under her. John pulled off his shirt and joined her. "What is up, baby? You're acting all weird on me." He paused. "Was last night bad!"

She looked at him and grinned. "You shouldn't doubt yourself like that John! That's not healthy."

He reached over, resting his hands on her shoulders. "Lil, you're starting to scare me, what's wrong?"

Lilian looked down, her voice soft, "We don't talk as much as we used to. Do you remember when we first starting going out? How we could stay up all night just talking? Now, I just feel like we're starting to focus all of our attention on the physical aspects. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy that really I do." She paused and looked up at him. "Maybe I'm just worrying over nothing."

John stood up. He ran his hand down the back of his head, sighing loudly. "Why would you think that?"

She pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "This week when we were back at your home, what'd you learn about me?"

He stopped pacing the room and turned to look at her. "Seriously, Lil? We're going there?"

Slowly, she shook her head. "No," she managed to squeak out. Sniffing, she stood up and went to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "John I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just wanted to know. Trish tells me how she and her fiancée have the best times just talking out on her balcony."

"You like your latte's with two spoonfuls of cinnamon," he replied.

She tilted her head to the side. "What?"

Bringing his hand up, he wiped away the few tears that had managed to fall from her eyes. "And when there's a thunder storm out, no matter how deep of a sleep you're in, you'll wake up and spends hours by the window just watching it."

"I woke you? I didn't mean too. I..."

He shook his head. "You didn't wake me up, the lack of you in my arms did. Do you know what I did during the hours you sat by the window?"

Lilian shook her head. "No…"

"I sat up and watched you. I kept trying to figure out how I got so lucky. Why a girl like you would even give me a chance let alone love me."

Her eyes started to brim with tears again. She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off.

"Or how about every time you sing any Shania Twain song, you twitch your nose a little? Anytime you read, you sit in the same way and your lips move a little like you're reading out loud. Oh, and the look you get when you find a pair of boots that you just know I'm never going to buy for you? That's my favorite." He smiled at her.

"How do you do that?" On receiving the confused look he had on his face she continued, "You make everything okay and perfect. You don't even have to try, you just do."

He grinned softly. "It comes from being with you. But mainly, it comes from loving you. You have this effect on me, Lily, I can't explain it no matter how hard I try. All I know is that I can't imagine being any other way."

Lilian looked up at him, trying to blink away the tears. She finally gave up and buried her head in his neck. He glanced down at her and rubbed her back soothingly.

"Hey now, I didn't mean to make you cry."

She got herself calmed down and pulled back to look at him. "You say that you're the lucky one. John, I don't think there is any other guy on this planet that would be like you are with me. There's not a guy I know that would put up with my questions, my temper, or the fact that I was married. I love you so much, John, you have no idea. I'm sorry that I get so skeptical sometimes. I hear Trish and the other girls talking and I wonder why I don't get that too, but I know why: you're different."

He pulled her close to him, running his fingers through her hair. He took a step back and sat down with her on the bed, rocking her softly. "I like that you care enough. A lot of girls would just be like, 'Hm, okay good sex, that's all I need,' but you're not like that."

"Well…" she started to joke. She smiled and shook her head. "Yeah, sending a dozen roses is sweet, but that doesn't count up for everything you do. Even when you do buy me those 500 dollar boots that I saw on display at Dolce and Gabbana."

John chuckled. "You mean when you take my credit card and buy them?"

She smiled sweetly and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Isn't that what I said?"

He moved his hands to her sides and tickled her softly. "You know Ms. Garcia that innocent act doesn't work on me anymore."

She pouted up at him. "You've corrupted me, I blame you!"

"Aw, I'm so sorry baby!"

"And, every time you call me Ms. Garcia you make me feel like I'm your teacher." She pouted again.

He shrugged. "My teachers always loved me. I was in detention a lot." A slow grin crept on his lips and he winked.

She rolled her eyes. "I was a perfect student." She started to say more, but he began to laugh loudly. "Why are you laughing!"

"A perfect student?" he questioned in between laughs.

"I never got detention!"

He snickered. "Hmm, I can just imagine you in your short little uniform with your hair braided. Did you happen to have all male teachers?"

She gasped and smacked him lightly on his chest. "I went to a Catholic school thank you very much. All of my teachers were nuns."

"Okay fine, maybe you were a perfect student then."

She smirked playfully. "I win."

"I didn't say that," he said and then added, "Ms. Garcia. In fact, I think you should school me on how to become the perfect student."

"Oh you do, do you?" she asked, standing up.

He nodded. "Oh, I most definitely do. But first, I wanted to test something." He stood up and gently sat her back on the edge of the bed.

She turned her head, giving him a confused look. "What are you doing?"

He took her by the wrists, pulling her up to him and placing her hands on his bare chest. He threw his head back and started moaning. "Oh Lilian! Oh baby! Don't fight it!"

You! There are just no words for you." She giggled and moved her hands along his chest before leaning up to whisper in his ear. "You just earned yourself a detention, Johnathon."

He pulled away and tried to look innocent. "But...but I'm sorry?" An evil grin spread across his face. "Now did your teachers use rulers? Because I want this to be as realistic as possible."

Lilian's jaw dropped and she shook her head. "I'm not talking to you anymore!"

"You can't do that! You're my teacher, remember? And teachers aren't allowed to leave the bad boys in detention all by themselves. They might do something even worse!"

"Is this night school, then?" she asked, motioning to her pajama clad body.

"We could always remove things…" His voice trailed off as his fingers reached down to play with the bottom of her tank top.

She turned them around and shoved him back on the bed. "Don't touch me! Where's the hand sanitizer when I need it?"

He laughed. "Hey Ms. Garcia..."

She arched a brow, resting her hands on her hips. "Yes?"

"Bite me."

She smirked and shook her head, turning her back to him. "You're not worth me losing my job over."

He groaned softly and reached out, pulling her down on the bed with him. "Know what would make this more fun? If you looked the part." As he spoke he trailed his fingers down her stomach to the hem of her shirt.

She rolled her eyes. "You mean the short skirt, white button down top, hair up and glasses?"

"Yes, it might make me a better student."

She shrugged and slipped out of his arms. "Darn, I forgot my costume bag at home!"

"Pssht, costume bag, shmostume bag! Give me your suitcase."

"I don't think so!" she said loudly. "You are not touching my clothes!"

He started mumbling quietly to himself. "I think I heard Candice talking…or was it Torrie?" He looked up at Lilian. "Can I borrow your cell phone?"

She raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Improvising."

She rolled her eyes once more and passed him her phone. "I can't believe you at times."

John just grinned, searching through her phone book until he found Torrie's number. Lilian leaned against the dresser, a look of amusement on her face as she listened to him talk. After a few seconds he hung up and headed for the door. "I'll be right back."

As soon as he left, Lilian grabbed her phone, quickly redialing her friend's number. She didn't answer. "Dang it! He must've gotten to her first." By the time she thought to go after him, he had already returned with a bag in his hand.

"Hi there, Pumpkin! I got you a little something," he said cheerfully, handing her the bag.

"I don't fit in Torrie's clothes. She's 5'8, I'm definitely not," she defended. She crossed her arms, proud.

"These aren't Torrie's clothes. Do you think I'm that ignorant?"

"Then what's in the bag?"

John grinned and stepped closer opening the bag. "You remember that place you got your Halloween costume?"

She arched a brow and nodded. "Yes..."

"Well, Torrie mentioned seeing one of those stores on her way to the hotel. So I made a quick stop, and here we go." He set the bag on the bed and began to pull out her costume. "Come on, it'll look great on you!"

Lilian eyed the garment. The skirt was short, red, black and white. The top was a white, sleeveless button up. She turned up her nose. "Did you pay more than 65 for that?"

John smirked. "Yes. I was going to buy you some boots too, but I like your taste a lot better than mine."

Sighing, she took the clothes. "Fine, I'll do it."

He grinned and walked over, giving her a quick kiss. "Thank you baby."

She groaned and turned around heading into the bathroom to change. Once inside she looked down at the outfit and couldn't help but laugh. Murmuring softly to herself as she changed into it. "The things I do for this man." Stepping over to the mirror she pulled her hair up in a clip and slipped on the glasses he managed to find. Slowly, she opened the door and stepped out. "Well?"

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Damn," he managed to breathe out. He motioned for her to walk over to him. He took her hand and twirled her around. "Yeah, I like it on you way more than on the hanger."

She completely ignored him and picked up a hotel pen that was on the desk. "Now tell me John, what was your favorite subject?"

"I'd have to say Spanish," he replied confidently.

"Really?" she raised an eyebrow and took a step back. "¿Te gusta la case de español?"

"Uh…oui?"

She laughed. "Ay dios mio." She hopped up on the dresser and crossed her legs.

John stepped closer, watching her every movement. "¿Que?"

She smirked and played with the hem of her skirt. "Ahora tu sabes español."

He cocked his head to the side and licked his lips. "¿Que?"

"Una palabra diferente por favor."

"Uh…¿como?"

"¿Por que la clase de español es tu clase favorita?" she asked, playing with the pen in her hand.

John stared at her. "Did you just call me a gay faggot?"

Her jaw dropped and she started laughing. John cleared his throat.

"Te amo mucho y tu eres mi mundo."

She smiled and then stood up. "Have you been talking to Carlito?"

He looked shocked and innocent, all at the same time. Sort of like a five year old getting caught playing with her mother's lipstick. "I wouldn't do such things!"

She walked over to him and let her hair fall from the clip. "You are such a bad liar. Time for your punishment, Johnathon."

He pouted up at her and lowered his head. "What's the sentence Ms. Garcia? A spanking with the ruler?"

She crossed her arms and stepped back. "I was thinking no sex for a week." She smiled sweetly.

"I but...Lil!"

"Pero, pero, pero!"

John frowned. "I am not a dog!"

She giggled. "I didn't call you a dog, I just said but."

"And oh how I love yours!"

"You pervert." She smiled and sat down in his lap.

"Ms. Garcia, I'm sure this could qualify for breaking School Board policy. Maybe you should be the one in detention and not me."

She tilted her head and started to unbutton her top. "Would this be against policy too?"

He bit his lip and watched her. Moving his hands he started to help her but she slapped them away. "Don't...things like that will get me fired."

He grinned and leaned back, content to just watch her. "Fine, have it your way."

She smirked and stood up, dropping her shirt to the floor. "Trust me, I will."