Wasted

Chapter 7

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, made up by me. Kate is my property. That's right. I own a person.

A/N: Wow, so I got a huge response from the last chapter. You guys are seriously the best. Thank you to UntilNeverDawns, alibob687, LilCountry24, my two anonymous guests, angelsdee327, Linmarie, Ams, ThatGirl54, xSamiliciousx, and Cougar3371. You guys make me so insanely happy, you have no idea. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I promise, I'm gonna make sure this is a lot of fun for Kate and Jon...and more importantly, you guys :) I love you all very much! XoXoXo

Kate woke up and glanced at the clock. It was nine-thirty. She and Jon had been up until around two in the morning, having sex and joking around. It was a nice change of pace for the pair. She actually had a great night with him. And she was surprised to find that she was still cuddled up with Jon. Usually, he woke up before she did and left…if he even stayed at all.

She was really enjoying how she felt in the moment. And while Kate had no problem flinging insults at him or being a complete bitch. In fact, she was pretty sure that she genuinely hated him most of the time. But she felt none of that right now. Kate felt better than she ever had. Even when she was married, she never felt this blissful with Tom.

"Good morning," Jon's voice greeted her.

She looked up at him and smiled. "Good morning." He sent a smile in her direction. "You've never stayed the whole night," Kate pointed out. She wasn't complaining, either. In fact, she was happy he had stayed.

"I woke up at six. I thought about going. But…I dunno…I looked at you. You were laying on me. I just…I didn't want to wake you up," he explained.

"That's why you stayed?"

"Well, yeah…" She gave him a look, wanting him to continue. "You're really gonna make me do this. Okay. Fine," he relented. "I looked at you, and I liked how it felt to have you sleeping on my chest. So, I couldn't bring myself to leave. Happy?"

Kate smiled. "Was that so hard?"

"Yes, actually, it was."

"Why?" she questioned.

"Because…I can't…we don't get along. Ever. We fight all of the time. I shouldn't be with you…like this."

"So, if you don't want to be like this with me, and if it's too hard for you to be honest about enjoying it, then, don't do it," she shot. "I apologize if this is too weird for you. It isn't like it isn't different for me either."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Then, how did you mean it?"

Jon paused. "Okay. Well, maybe, I did mean it like that," he admitted. "I'm sorry. I should probably go, I guess. I don't want to fight with you right now."

"Don't go," Kate protested.

"Why?" he asked. "Clearly, we can't even get along now. I should leave."

"I like it when you're here," she admitted. "I don't want you to go."

Jon rolled onto his side, his elbow propping him up. "Oh? You don't? And why is that?" he questioned with a smirk on his face.

"Because…you know…I haven't woken up next to a man, who isn't my brother and sleeping next to my bed because I left my husband, since I was married. And Tom barely slept at home anyway," she told him. "Besides…it's lonely here. I mean, my apartment is huge. It's nice. I love it. But…it sucks to be here alone all of the time."

"So find yourself a boyfriend."

"It isn't that easy. I hang out with guys like Tom at work all day…not to mention, I have to actually see him all day, while I'm there. Where else am I supposed to meet someone? A bar? Uh no, thank you. A wrestler? Finding one who wouldn't cheat on me would be a fucking miracle. Not to mention, I'm sleeping with you. That'd just be weird. I mean…I don't really know how to make that shit happen anyway. And quite frankly, I don't want to deal with that dating bullshit again. I'm over all of that starting from scratch stuff. I don't have the patience for it."

Jon raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Talk about a headcase."

"I know I'm twenty-six. But I'm divorced, you know? How pathetic is that? I'll probably end up alone."

"You won't end up alone, Kate. You're being paranoid and crazy. And trust me, if anyone knows paranoid and crazy, it's me," he assured her.

Kate frowned. "I liked the idea of being married. But…I just…I picked the wrong person. And Now…I'm…I'm screwed, I guess." She propped her head up on her arm, mirroring Jon's current positioning.

"Listen, Kate, you've got a lot to offer someone. I don't think you're gonna be alone for much longer. Just be patient, and it will happen for you. Someone who looks like you won't be alone for very long."

"You think I have a lot to offer?" she questioned.

"Yeah. I mean…just look at you. I may bust your chops every time the opportunity presents itself. I may say some nasty things to you. But you're beautiful. I always tell you that you're really fucking hot. But…you're genuinely beautiful. And you're smart. You're funny. You're sweet. You're an adult…like you're mature and responsible…and even though I won't admit I said this, you carry yourself with…class…at least when we're in public. You have the best smile, especially when it's genuine. Even your eyes smile. And when you're nervous you fidget…and it's cute. When you cry, it's hard to watch because it's painful to see you hurting. So…so don't tell me you're gonna have a hard time finding someone, Kate. You won't."

"Um…I'm sorry. What?" she asked, confused as to why he was saying so many sweet things about her.

"What?" he questioned, unsure of what the issue was.

"You hate me."

"I'm also not blind or stupid. I know you a lot better than you realize I do. Six years will do that."

She smirked. "You know me inside and out."

"Very clever. But seriously, you're something."

Kate affectionately ran her hand up and down his arm. "Why are you not acting like you usually do towards me?"

"Because…I like to…I dunno…be like this with you. It's nice. Besides, you know, I spend a lot of time on my own. I know I make a lot of comments about sleeping with chicks, but I don't. And to have some time…being like this…it's just…it's nice."

Jon pulled her body closer to his and gave her a smile. "You think this is nice?" she asked, trying to hide her smile.

He nodded. "I wish we could be like this a lot more often," he admitted.

Kate leaned in and kissed him, her arm wrapping around his torso. His arm rested over her. "This is really great," she said, her lips still touching his.

Jon rolled her over and got on top of her. "How about we start out today on the right foot?" he questioned.

"I like the sound of that," she replied, pulling him in for another kiss.

When Kate's phone began ringing, it woke up her. She jumped up and grabbed it. It was Colby. She picked the call up. "Hello?" she greeted.

"Are you seriously still asleep?" he rhetorically asked. "Anyway, I've been calling Jon's phone. He hasn't picked up or called me back. I'm kind of starting to worry about him. I know this is a longshot, but you haven't heard from him, have you? You're just the only other person in the area that he knows, so I figured I'd ask."

Jon was still lying next to her. After they'd had sex again, they fell back to sleep. She knew that she had to think fast.

"Uh. He's here, actually," she replied.

"What?! Why the hell is he with you?"

"Oh. Um…he was out drinking last night at some bar. He didn't want to drive drunk. He didn't want to interrupt your date with Leighla either. So he called me. I took a cab and drove your car back here. He's in the guestroom," Kate explained.

Jon smiled at her, pulling the blankets down and pressing small kisses to her chest. She gave him a look.

"Seriously?" Colby asked.

"Yeah. I'm still sleeping because I was having some trouble falling asleep last night, and asshole called me at like two in the morning. So, needless to say, it was a really long fucking night for me," Kate explained.

"Oh. Alright. I guess…just…please don't kill each other."

"Oh trust me, if I was going to kill him, he'd be dead already, and I'd have to give up ever being a gun owner again. That's not really worth it to me."

Colby laughed. "Alright, well, come over soon, okay?"

"Okay."

"Bye."

"Bye Col." She disconnected the call.

"Good save there."

Kate smirked. "Trust me, I've been sleeping with you for so long that I've learned how to convincingly lie."

"Do you really own a gun?"

She laughed. "Yeah. I have a couple."

"Why?"

She shrugged. "Protection. Besides, I'm pretty badass."

"Impressive."

"As long as you don't piss me off, it can be."

Jon gave her a look. "You'd never shoot me. You like sleeping with me way too much. You wouldn't want to give that up."

"That's true," she agreed. "Colby wants us to come over."

"I think he can wait a little longer," Jon replied. "I have a gun of my own that I'd really like to show you."

Kate laughed. "Oh really?"

He nodded with a smirk on his face. "Yup. It's a really big one."

"Hmmm…I wonder what kind of gun it could be."

"One with incredible stamina. Don't ask me how I keep managing to get so hard," he said, shaking his head.

She grinned. "Oh. You must be really turned on."

"Trust me, when it comes to you, I have a big problem with self-control."

Kate climbed on top of him, sitting on his pelvis. His hands found their way onto her hips. "Now this is a sight I could get used to."

"You're so bad."

Jon smirked at her. "Oh, I'm very, very bad."

Kate leaned down and kissed him. He sat up, slouching against the pillows. "It wouldn't kill Colby to wait a little longer for us to come over."