CHAPTER 8 – A Belt Made From The Legs Of A Supermodel

Kate waited in the driveway impatiently as she kept checking her watch like 5pm was going to bring the end of the world. She looked down at her attire and she shrugged – she hadn't put that much effort into the outfit purely because she was in such a hurry to get out of the damn house. She was strangely standing in the middle of the driveway a good 60 or so yards away from the house purely because she didn't want to see or hear from Randy Orton again tonight.

She couldn't believe what he had done today. The way he had acted, the motifs behind his actions and the words he said to try and justify his actions. Spending the whole day with her purely to try and convince her to spend another Friday night home alone instead of actually getting out of the house was something she couldn't fathom Randy doing to her. She knew that Randy was going to be spending the evening with Bitchmantha yet again so it made her blood boil even more that he didn't want her going out, especially when him and the hyena would for sure be taking up the downstairs living room for most the evening and then having hysterical hiccupping sex noisily in Randy's bedroom. The TV in her room only had so much volume increasing options. Kate was also pissed because Randy had seen how hard she'd worked this week with more Fashion Week casting calls and Fashion Week fittings as well, so it wasn't like she didn't deserve a fun night out. Plus she was still on the dreaded "no carbs, no sugar" pre-Fashion Week diet so she was extra tired whilst her body was still getting used to the change from a normal diet to absolutely zero bags of Sweedish Fish. And no Sweedish Fish didn't make for a happy Kate Wilson.

Kate couldn't help but smile as she watched John's red lexus finally pull up in the driveway with still no sight of Randy coming outside to say goodbye or maybe another smart assed comment to justify himself. She was hoping to all God that tonight with John would just put a smile back on her face and salvage the day, especially cause she had to be in Di's office early tomorrow morning for Fashion Week meetings with the rest of her agency. Whoever invented the idea of 9am Saturday morning meetings should be shot, in the head, with a rifle, more than 10 times.

"Evening beautiful," John greeted, breaking Kate out of her current thoughts, as he opened his car door and stepped out of the Lexus. "And good evening to you too," Kate smiled in return.

Kate took a moment to just stand and look at the man infront of her. Kate had only met John Cena once before tonight and she wasn't sure whether she had ever actually taken the time to appreciate all that was John Cena in the flesh. Those muscles, those blue eyes, that smile – damn the man was just fucking gorgeous and right now she was mentally beating the crap out of herself for not agreeing to this "non-date" earlier. Even if it was just for the perve factor, John Cena was going to make this evening at least very much enjoyable for her eyes.

"So are you ready for our non-date?" John asked as he rested his elbows on the top of his car and looked at the brunette from across the red exterior.

"Get in the car Cena," Kate replied rolling her eyes as she let herself in the passenger's side.

"I didn't even get to open the door for you," John pouted as he got back into the driver's seat.

"You better save that kind of behaviour for your real dates my friend," Kate replied with a smile.

"Cheeky as always Miss Wilson," John replied as he started up the car.

"Naturally," Kate replied, cocking an eyebrow at the man before her "I hope you came prepared."

Kate then immediately stopped listening to John as the car started up and John started driving in the direction of the front gate. Kate couldn't help herself from looking in the side mirror on her side of the car at the house as it got smaller and smaller. She knew that Randy would be watching her and John until the car disappeared. After all, his bedroom was on the second storey facing the driveway and the road. Kate hated that she let him get to her like this every time they had a fight but she couldn't help herself- she and Randy had been best friends since they were kids. They had grown up together. They had lived together for the better part of nearly 2 decades now. He was always going to matter to her, regardless of the stupid things he did and how selfish he could prove he was. That was the worst part.

"Hey," John said, in a louder voice which caused Kate to jump.

"Yeah," Kate replied immediately, trying to pretend she had been listening to whatever she had missed whilst she was engrossed in her thoughts.

"Are you ok there sweetheart?" John asked, a small laugh escaping his lips as he inspected Kate.

Kate didn't answer straight away. Instead her eyes were fixated on the man in the seat next to her. All she could think of was the fight she and Randy had just had but in front of her all she could see was this gorgeous man sitting there smiling at her with that gorgeous smile. A gorgeous man who obviously liked her. A man who was taking her out. A man whose friendship with her annoyed the hell out of Randy Orton.

"John, can you pull the car over?" Kate suddenly blurted out, her eyes fixated on John as she spoke.

John eyed her suspiciously. "Kate are you OK?" John asked.

"Just please pull the car over," Kate instructed again, her eyes still remaining locked on him.

"OK," John spoke slowly, confusion written all over his face as he put his blinker on and started to pull the car over to the side of the road "Are you sure you're OK though?"

Kate didn't answer, but rather unfastened her seat belt and as soon as the car had come to a complete stop at the side of the road. John barely had time to pull up his hand break when Kate practically leaped across her seat and before he knew it she was straddling him.

John didn't even manage to get a word out before Kate's lips were pressed against his, her small hands on either side of his face and her legs almost wrapped around his waist and his driver's seat. Despite his initial shock John couldn't help but kiss her back and groan at the feeling of her body pressed flush against his. One of his hands found the small of her back and the other tried desperately to deepen the kiss by holding the back of her head. Kate sighed as she felt John's response to her kiss and whilst she had ulterior motifs she was definitely enjoying herself. The man could kiss. Oh boy could he kiss.

The heat in the front seat was rising and Kate couldn't help herself from getting all wound up and frustrated to the point where she knew that if John Cena was the type of man Randy had told her he was, that things were only going to get heavier. Kate eventually felt the need to come up for air and finally broke the kiss. Without waiting for a move to be made on John's part, Kate quickly turned her attention to John's neck as she started to suck gently on the crook of his neck, whilst her small hands desperately tried to seek out his belt buckle. Unfortunately it was not the easiest thing to do when she was pressed so tightly up against him.

"Whoah, whoah, whoah!" John exclaimed with a small laugh as reality set in and he realised what the hell was going on.

Kate suddenly stopped her assault of his neck and flicked her head up to face John, her hands coming to rest on his chest as she did so. Unfortunately as she flicked her head up, her mane of brown hair followed suit in a move that made John groan.

"Fuck, that thing you women do with your hair is hot," John groaned.

"So, why exactly have we stopped then?" Kate teased as she ran her fingers through John's short hair.

Her eyebrow cocked at the man before her, waiting for an answer or a signal to resume what she was doing as she started to inch her face closer to his.

"Because something's up," John replied, clearing trying to control himself as he tentatively put his hands by his sides to avoid actually touching her.

"What do you mean?" Kate said, in the best teasing voice she could muster as her eyes started roaming John's body as she created a little distance between them to do so.

"Well, for one, you're sexually assaulting me with your eyes right now," John laughed, trying to make light of the situation to calm himself down and think straight "Which is very unlike Kate Wilson considering it took weeks and weeks of pestering you to be even seen in public with me on a 'non-date'."

Kate sighed as she closed her eyes before opening them slowly to look John in the eye.

"I'm right aren't I?" John spoke again.

"Maybe," Kate replied honestly, removing her hands from John's chest and letting them drop to her sides as she continued to straddle his mid-section.

"Cause I mean don't get me wrong," John quickly added "I love this whole wearing a belt made from the legs of a supermodel thing."

Kate couldn't help but laugh at his comment.

"But I just don't want this, between us," John replied, pointing a finger from himself to her "To be just about that."

"You see that's funny because apparently everyone else thought it was just about that," Kate sighed as she lifted herself up off John's lap and slid across to her passenger's seat.

"And who exactly are we talking about here?" John asked, genuinely curious about what Kate was talking about as he tried to completely turn to his side to face her as he awaited her answer.

"I'll give you one tiny guess," Kate sighed as the words came out of her mouth dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh," John said in realisation "Of course it's Orton."

"Yep," Kate sighed, her arms wrapped around her body as she brought her jean clad legs up to her chest.

"What did he say?" John asked seriously, as he looked at her curiously "Or what has he been saying constantly that's gotten you so fired up right now?"

Kate turned to look at John and his smile made her laugh as she rested her head on the seat behind her.

"He just has a very strong opinion about you and the way you are with the women you see," Kate replied.

"So you thought you'd rape me in the front seat of my car to prove to him that you're worse with your men?" John asked, confusion still written all over his face.

Kate shook her head and couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips once again.

"Let's just say that he and I got into a massive fight because I wanted to see you tonight," Kate replied "And he spent the whole day with me today in hopes that I would have had enough male attention and therefore would cancel on you."

"Oh I see," John replied as he turned his attention to the road ahead as he processed her words for a moment before turning back to face Kate "Is it just because it's me or is this always how he is when it comes to you and going out with other guys?"

"He's usually pretty annoying about the topic of me and some other guy which is kinda part of the reason I haven't been out with anyone in ages," Kate answered honestly "But he's unusually persistent about the fact that I shouldn't be hanging out with you – date or no date."

"Sounds more like your father than your best friend," John commented.

"Well, seeing as my parents both died when I was 7, I think Randy always felt like he had to protect me and look out for me when it came to guys," Kate replied.

"So he's been like this forever has he?" John asked "And I'm sorry about your parents, I had no idea."

Kate sent John a small smile. "That's OK," Kate said, shaking it off "Yeah, all through high school he was the same and he's been the same since we moved out here too." "That's not really fair though is it?" John commented "Especially when I assume he's allowed to date whoever he wants to date."

"Sexism," Kate shrugged with a smile "What can you do about it?"

"Sexism is the reason you're going to use for attempted rape is it?" John replied with a laugh.

"Shut up John," Kate brushed off, turning to look out the window in an attempt to ward off the red colour flushing to her cheeks.

"I get it," John spoke with a laugh, telling Kate he understood exactly her reasoning for it "So should I expect you to get all rapey later on at mini-golf to relieve your frustrations when you start to lose?"

"I never lose," Kate replied with a smile. She watched as John Cena smiled back at her as he re-started the car and re-merged back with traffic on the road. She hadn't expected him in the least to turn her down, but rather than being embarrassed about that, she was embarrassed about the fact that had almost slept with John Cena to try and get back at Randy. Thankfully John hadn't caught on and had merely thought she needed to relieve some tension, but she was embarrassed with herself for initiating such a thing. Stupid Randy.

2 hours later…

"So what's the story with you and Orton anyway, cause I've been dying to know," John admitted as he watched Kate sink the golf ball into the hole.

"Now shouldn't I get a free question cause I just owned you at the last 3 holes of this course?" Kate asked with a smile as she swung her putter over her left shoulder and placed her free hand on her hip.

"Darling let's be honest," John replied with a smile "You're going to own me at all the holes on this putt putt course."

"Well yes I guess you have a point," Kate replied with a small laugh "You really are terribly bad at this John."

"Does it really look like I belong with this stupid long stick/club thing in my hand?" John asked as he struck a ridiculously feminine pose with his golf club which made Kate laugh again "So, go on, you tell me what's the story with you and Orton and I will try and get this stupid little spotty ball in that stupid hole over there in less than 100 hundred shots."

Kate laughed again. She was very glad that John Cena was as funny and as witty in person as he had been over the phone. It was relaxing to talk to him because he could keep up with her without having to try. He was fun and Kate Wilson loved fun.

"What do you want to know about me and Randy then?" Kate asked, moving to the side of the green to give John a clear aim at the hole.

"Well," John said as he placed his ball down on the ground and lined up his putter for his first shot "Let's start with the obvious question shall we."

"And what would that be?" Kate asked suspiciously as John made his first of what would definitely be a string of terribly terribly horrible shots.

"Have you guys ever dated? Slept together? Got drunk and made out?" John asked.

Kate couldn't help but laugh out loud at how John had approached the apparently "obvious" string of questions.

"That would be a no, no and a yes," Kate replied as John lined up his second shot.

"Oh so there's a yes in there?" John inquired with a cocked eyebrow at Kate as he took his second shot without even looking at the ball.

"Oh dear God John," Kate laughed "You're bad enough when you're looking at the ball when you swing, you probably shouldn't think that you're up to hitting without looking yet!"

"So, you guys got drunk and made out did you?" John asked, smirking at Kate as he purposely avoided her stab at how bad a putt putt golfer he was.

"Calm yourself Cena," Kate replied with a smile "It wasn't like we did it last night."

"Long time ago then?" John asked, lining up his next shot with horrendous accuracy.

"An even longer time ago," Kate replied with a nod of her head.

John remained silent as an indication for Kate to continue her story as he continued on with his 4th and 5th shots. Each one bringing him further and further away from the hole, if at all possible.

"It wasn't even that big a deal," Kate started "But basically our first night in our new house here in Cali we got very drunk in a celebratory fashion on wine coolers, well Randy more so than me, the lightweight that he is. It all happened really fast. Once minute we went from talking in the kitchen to making out on the kitchen bench until he fell asleep ontop of me. He woke up the next day and couldn't remember a thing and I didn't feel like reminding him."

"Wine coolers?" John asked, stopping his putting completely as he stood and stared at Kate as if she uttered the most absurd thing in the world "Orton got drunk off wine coolers?"

"That entire story and the only thing you absorbed was wine coolers?" Kate asked, shaking her head "You're an idiot Cena."

John laughed at her as he resumed his putting position.

"That's crazy," John commented as he continued to swing away at his golf ball clearly not caring where the hell it went at this point.

"What is?" Kate asked, curiously.

"That you two went to high school together, have lived together for 4 years now and nothing has ever happened between you two," John replied.

"Try convincing Randy's string of ex-girlfriends that nothing's ever happened between the two of us," Kate said, taking a seat on a rock near her as she realised John was a long way from finishing this hole.

"Darling you're a supermodel," John replied nonchalantly as he continued to swing away "An actual living, breathing supermodel. It's hardly believable that Orton hasn't made a move on you in the close to a decade that he's had the opportunity."

"Well you and all those girls should definitely believe it my dear," Kate replied with a smile "Plus I'm not exactly Randy's type."

"Orton has a type?" John enquired as he punched his fist into the air in victory after he got the ball in the hole after his 9th shot "Did you see that?!"

Kate chuckled as John continued his 9 year old boy celebration.

"You know," Kate answered as she stood up from her rock, reading to finally move onto the next hole "Bossy, prissy, paranoid, awful fashion sense…."

"None of which are fucking gorgeous either, am I correct?" John replied with a wink in Kate's direction.

Kate just rolled her eyes and couldn't help but smile at John's comment.

"Cheesy as always Mr Cena," Kate replied as she started to walk towards the next hole whether he was following her or not.

"So, what about you?" John asked as jogged a little to catch up to Kate.

"What about me?" Kate enquired as she stopped in her tracks and turned to face John, startling him as he had to stop abruptly.

"What is a beautiful girl like you still doing on the market?" John asked recovering as he reached his hand forward and brushed a loose strand hair out of her face.

Kate couldn't help but smile at yet another John Cena cheesy gesture.

"Economic crisis I think," Kate replied, trying to maintain a straight face.

"Drop in market value?" John asked, drawing a straight face to match hers "Poor share prices, all that stock market bullshit?"

"Stock market bullshit?" Kate asked, the grin on her face widening as she realised how good a time she was actually having with John Cena right here and now.

And almost like straight out of a movie, all the neon lights turned on around them as the mini golf course came to life for the night time sessions. Kate looked up at the sky and noticed how dark it had gotten and realised then how long they'd been here already. It had hardly felt like 5 minutes – clearly an indication that it wasn't her imagination. She was actually having fun. The day had been salvaged after all. John Cena had saved the day.

And then all of a sudden her chain of thoughts was broken as she felt a hand on her lower back and before she knew it she was pressed up against the 6-foot frame of John Cena. Kate didn't even have a moment to hesitate before she felt John's lips on hers and his other hand coming to cup her face. She sighed as she felt herself kiss him back, her hands coming to rest on his chest, and just as she deepened the kiss he pulled away. She saw the smile on his face instantly.

"Now, that right there should have been our first kiss," John commented as he pulled away a little more from Kate, yet not without taking one of her hands in his "Rather than that attempted raping in my car earlier on this evening."

Kate rolled her eyes as she cracked a smile and started to laugh.

"Admit it Cena," Kate replied as she broke the grip of John's hand on her own and started to walk towards the next hole "It was the best sex you're never going to have."

John simply shook his head as he watched Kate Wilson walk ahead of him. Part of him was mentally beating the hell out of himself for not scoring with a supermodel with those legs and that figure, but another part of him was starting to realise that Kate Wilson was not like the other women he'd messed around him. For the first time in a long time, John Cena realised that he wasn't going to get laid on the first date and he was OK with that because he didn't want just a first date with this one. He wanted a second and at least a third.

A/N: So regular updates are a result of me being at work and being too efficient cause I have no more work left to do! Haha. So here you have it, Cena and Kate's first date. Hope you all liked this chapter – the relationship between Kate and Cena is definitely starting to shape – are you all happy about how it's progressing so far? PLEASE READ & REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

ALSO PLEASE NOTE I am looking for some talented artists out there to create me some artworks that I can use for all my stories for the book cover that now gives us the option to do, so please let me know if you'd like to create something! Anyone that creates something gets a future character in any one of my fanfics, named after them! God Bless, Mrs Bridget Orton xxx