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Lisa awoke feeling a little better than she had done the last few mornings. She had strong arms wrapped around her, and that felt good. When she opened her eyes she was pleased to see that Wade appeared to be getting at least a little sleep. He was notoriously an insomniac, even more so when something was playing on his mind, and she hoped that the darkness that had overtaken his thoughts last night might have dispersed somewhat. She sat up slightly to see that Justin was already awake, and extricated herself from Wade's tattooed arms in order to go and sit with the South African.
"Morning J," she whispered, "what time did you get back to the room? I didn't hear you come in."
He laughed, "it was pretty late, Heath was a man on a mission. You and Wade were both asleep when I got in."
"He was?" she looked surprised. "He doesn't usually sleep that long. This has really taken it out of him. Of all of us."
"Only because we care about you Li." Justin smiled, "so did you two get things sorted out?"
"Kinda," she sighed. "he says Drew won't come near me again."
"From what Heath was saying last night, I think he's right. Heath said that Drew had gone back to their hotel in a thunderous mood, telling everyone you and him were over and he wanted nothing to do with you."
She felt a sense of relief flood her body, until an unfamiliar fear descended. Yes, she might now be safe, but at what cost to Wade?
"He said he didn't beat him too badly," she said vaguely, walls starting to close in on her again.
"Li, don't worry about Wade. I've known him a long time and believe me he is a smart guy who will have done what he needs to. I wish he'd have let me get my hands on him..." his voice trailed off as she saw a flash of anger in the usually happy-go-lucky man.
"I never wanted anyone getting hurt. I just hope it's over."
"I'm sure as far as Drew is concerned it is. You'll still stick around with us though? I like travelling with you Li, we haven't properly caught up in ages and I missed having you around like it used to be in FCW."
A genuine smile lit up her face, "absolutely. I missed you too J. Don't let me get so insular again, please?"
"Like I'm letting you go," he pulled her into a hug, before stepping back a little to vocalise an unasked question that had been running through his head. "What's going on with you and Wade though? I know I'm probably out of order asking you this, but I know how he feels about you, and I think I know how you feel about him."
"I'm scared to think about it," she admitted quietly. "I know how he feels about me, we've never been shy in talking about it, and he knows that if I hadn't been with Drew things might have been different. But right now? I don't know if either of us are in the right frame of mind."
"Or it might be what you both need." Justin looked serious for a moment, "look, I would never usually tell someone what to do relationship wise, but you two are my best friends and I think you need to give whatever it is between you a shot."
"I'm scared, J."
"I know, but if it isn't scary, it isn't fun, right?" He touched her chin, forcing her to look at him. Their shared skydiving motto made her laugh despite herself. "I've arranged to go training with Tyson this morning, then we're heading out about midday. I'll come back then. You two need to talk."
"He needs his sleep."
"He needs you." Justin's smile was kind. "Think about it. I'll see you later. And it'll be your turn to drive."
"If it isn't scary, it isn't fun," she poked her tongue out at him, "so no complaining about my driving."
"Wouldn't dream of it. Good luck babe."
After Justin had left she turned back to the double bed she had shared with Wade. She paused for a moment to watch him, before she gave a rueful smile and sat down next to where he was laid.
"I know you're awake."
He opened his eyes reluctantly, and she was somewhat heartened to see a lightness in his gaze. He sat up, groaning as he flexed his hands, his knuckles quickly reminding him of last night's events.
"How much of that did you hear?"
"Enough. Are you scared of me Lisa?"
"No," she looked up in surprise. "No, no. Not of you."
"But you are scared?"
"I'm scared of him. I'm scared of what people would say if I were to admit how I feel about you. I'm scared of myself. I'm scared of letting you down."
"All of that is understandable love. After what you've been through, it's not surprising at all."
She traced the patterns on the bedcover, trying to distract herself. "I don't want to be scared. The one thing I'm sure of is that I'm not scared of you."
"And my biggest fear is that you should be. That I end up proving you wrong."
"The question is, what do we do now?" He took her hands in his own, lacing his fingers through hers.
"What do you want to do?" She avoided the question.
"I... there is a part of me that still thinks you need protecting from me. You need someone like Justin, someone who isn't pulled into the darkness as much as I am. After everything that has happened..." He was never someone who lacked confidence, but he always described his own faults with brutal honesty. "I'm not sure I'd be good for you."
"I love Justin, but not that way," she shook her head, "Wade, I know you. I know things aren't always sunshine and roses. What you said last night, about becoming like him... you won't. I truly believe that."
"So where does that leave us?"
"I feel partly like it's too soon, but then another part of me thinks that's just because of what people will say. Another part of me is scared that I'll lose you as a friend if this doesn't work out. Another part of me knows that it's not fair on either of us to be around each other and deny ourselves what we really want. But to take that leap, now that's scary. I want to, but..."
He kissed her, partly to put a stop to her rambling, and partly because he wanted to. She reacted immediately, parting her lips so that his tongue could explore her mouth. His kiss was everything she had hoped it would be, forceful but oh so pleasurable. He found himself intoxicated by her taste and knew she was an addiction he would struggle to give up.
When he pulled away she almost pouted, and sighed. He brushed her cheek with calloused thumbs, keeping her gaze with his own. "Sorry love, but you do ramble."
"You've never shut me up like that before," she laughed softly, "but feel free to do so again."
"What does that mean for us?"
"It means," she pushed him backwards so that he was leaning against the headboard as he sat on the bed, "I want to give you and me a go." She straddled his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Make me yours, Wade."
"You've always been mine," he growled, sliding his hands under her t shirt as she kissed him again. She was his, at last, and he was determined to cherish her. She shivered at his touch, his large hands just stroking her skin, brushing circles on her back and shoulders. She knew he was trying to ensure she was relaxed, to not push her too far; that he was holding back a little, but at that moment, she wanted all of him.
She rubbed herself against him, feeling him growing hot and hard against her. One hand possessively holding him close to her, she continued to kiss him while her other hand snaked down to touch him. He groaned, in spite of himself, he didn't want to push her any further than she was ready for but her actions were telling him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He broke the kiss briefly to motion to her to raise her hands above her head, pulling off her t shirt and then very quickly his own. She greedily ran her hands all over his tattoos, knowing that one day she would just sit and memorise them for hours with her fingers, but that day was not today. His hands strayed to her breasts, then his lips, stroking and touching and sending her almost insane with desire.
"Please," she whimpered, although she didn't really know what she was asking for, apart from more of the delicious sensations he was creating within her.
He pushed her backwards onto the bed and just knelt over her for a second, taking in the sight below him. She was, to him, perfect: amazing breasts, large and real, not super skinny but not overweight, and oh so responsive to his touch. His large hands covered her hips, gently removing her underwear. He longed to taste her, to give her pleasure, and gently holding her legs still, he did just that.
She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe, she felt like she was flying and nothing would anchor her, as his tongue teased and teased, and then his thick fingers stroked her, and she fell over the peak of pleasure with a jubilant sigh. He smirked to himself but continued to touch her, continued with his teasing, determined to draw so much from her that all she could remember was his name.
She found herself moaning, "need you," begging for him. She felt completely at his mercy and it was the most wonderful place in the world. When he finally pushed himself inside her the world began anew and she wrapped her arms around him, wanting him to experience the same feelings she was.
He kissed her, again, to remind himself that this was the woman he loved, here in his arms. He gave her everything; she tried to convey exactly how much he meant to her. When they both reached completion she refused to let him go, his weight on top of her a comforting feeling as he propped himself up on his elbows, kissing her lazily, gently.
If there were only the two of them in the world, and every day was like this, they would both be happy. They remained in their cocoon for a little longer before real life started to intrude, in the form of Justin being expected back in about half an hour. She was quiet, and it worried him a little.
"We should shower," she murmured into his shoulder. "Want to join me?"
"Lead the way," he grinned. The smile on her face reassured him somewhat, but he knew nothing would be simple. He would try to keep that smile around, no matter what the personal cost.