Chapter 6:

Haley sat quietly on the black cushioned exam table, holding an icepack to her left cheekbone. A WWE medic hovered in front of her, checking her vitals.

"You're lucky." The medic commented. "The bruise is minor and can be covered with make-up."

'Thank you." She murmured.

"You should have just waited for security to break it up though. You're fortunate enough to have only gotten an elbow in the face." He said, before walking out of the trainer's room.

Haley remained silent. In trying to pry John off Randy an hour ago, she been on the receiving end of an elbow, that clocked her right beneath the eye. She had accomplished nothing and John had been hauled off by security. He was reprimanded to cool off, while Haley and Randy were taken to the trainer's room to be treated for any injuries.

Randy sat across from her, with only slight bruising on his forearms from John's assault. He was slightly somber, his arrogance gone. He actually looked remotely apologetic for their previous encounter.

"I didn't mean for you to get caught in the crossfire you know." His deep voice resonated through her. "Cena and I don't have a friendly relationship if you haven't noticed." He joked, pulling the icepack from her face. "Ouch." He winced in sympathy.

"He has big biceps." She quipped.

Laughter rumbled from deep within his chest and he flexed for her. "Mine are bigger."

"Maybe," She conceded, and then smirked. "But Triple H totally trumps you!"

He shook his head in bemusement. "You're funny."

"I have my moments." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"Well Haley, it was nice to finally meet you." He leaned down gently pressed his lips against the purpling flesh of her cheek. "Hopefully next time there will be less violence, unless it's in the bed room." He smirked brazenly.

"Perv." She smiled back at him.

"I'll see you around." He promised, before leaving. She could only watch his retreating form. She was undecided what to make of him.

After being given leave, she picked up her things from the now deserted locker. The show had long since ended, and she had no doubt that Maria and Candice had gone back to the hotel to prepare for a night out on the town.

Too tired to even think about trying to catch up with the girls, wherever they were headed, Haley made her way to the parking lot. Her plan was to go back to the hotel, shower, snuggle up with a movie and sleep the dreadful night away.

She jolted to attention when she recognized John slumped against her rental car. "Hey." She greeted him cautiously.

He jerked upright and his eyes zeroed in on her face. "Shit." He grimaced. "Damn it, Haley I'm so sorry."

"It's all right, John. I don't think you intentionally meant to deck me." She assured him with a weak smile.

"No, it's not all right. It's not all right at all." He stepped forward, reached out and folded her into his arms. "I really am sorry, Haley, more than you know. Randy Orton's comments shouldn't make me lose my cool."

"That, we both can agree on." Haley's voice was muffled by his t-shirt.

He held her tighter. "I just saw red tonight, Hales. He pissed me off to the point where I just lost my control and the Beast got out." He pressed his face into her hair.

"Why? Because of me?" She asked.

"Of course because of you." He pushed her back enough to look down into her eyes. "The stuff he was insinuating about you and him…just made me so mad."

"But nothing is going on between Randy and me." She blinked up at him.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, because then I really would have to kill him."

"What? Why?" She felt completely confused.

"Because I'm interested in you." He leant forward to rest his forehead against hers. "I want you, Haley, more than I have ever wanted anyone before.

"John…" But whatever she was about to say was cut off as John's mouth came down on hers. If her head could spin, it would have. It was as though a dense fog filled her mind and all thoughts were unreachable. There was a pleasant pull in her stomach and a warm, fuzzy feeling that spread underneath her skin.

He pulled away when the need for oxygen became an issue. When she opened her eyes, his were searching her face imploringly. Her breathing was ragged and her brain still felt rather cloudy.

"John." She whispered.

He shook his head. "I'm not done yet." His mouth possessed hers again. The second kiss was different. The first kiss had been sweet and exploratory, the second brought heat. Fireworks exploded behind closed eyelids as he delved deep into her mouth uncovering every secret and flavor. He held her as close as possible and felt consumed with desire. This kind of consuming feeling was alien to her.

"Wow." She breathed when his lips left hers. "Wow." She repeated.

He was smiling down at her, in that irresistible boyish way of his. One of his hands was in her hair, the other locked around her waist. "Is that all you're thinking?"

"I can't seem to think." She replied, bewildered by her pounding heart. "I've lost the ability to form thoughts. No one has ever kissed me like that before."

His grin stretched from ear to ear, making him look ever more adorable. "Good."

She giggled and snuggled into his embrace. "I really like you too, John."

He lifted her right off the ground in his enthusiasm. "Even better."

"The only thing that would make this night really good…" She nibbled lightly on his ear, causing him to squirm. "Would be pizza, a movie and a lot of making out."

"I could definitely go for that." He kept an arm around her as they walked to the car. "I want you to be mine, Haley."

"After that kiss, I am." She stated firmly.

"You don't know how good that is to hear." He gave her a quick kiss before nudging her into the car.

"Probably as good as it is to say." She turned to him once he was in the driver's seat. She placed her hand over his on the gear shift.

He squeezed her fingers between his knuckles. "You really are something, Hales. I can't help it; I'm just crazy about you."

"Lucky for you, the feeling is mutual." She leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Mhmm…take me home, Romeo."

"Yes ma'am." He put the car in drive and drove out of the parking lot.

A/N: Are all you John Cena supporters happy? lol, so I've tallied up the votes so far and it's now

1: Jeff (he's whooping everyone's ass among my readers)

2: Batista (although recently the animal is getting a bigger push)

3: John (he's only a little behind Batista)

4: Chris (he's behind Cena by one vote)

5: Randy (one vote, so Randy has officially been downgraded to a flirtation)

Keep on reading, keep on reviewing, keep on voting. Your choices are now Jeff, Batista, John and Chris. I'm already writing Chapter 16 and things are really starting to heat up. Review if you guys want more!