a/n: I'm going to cry because no one reviewed =[ it makes me sad… If I started replying would you be more inclined to do so? But thanks for the alerts and favourites =D

For Sunday's dinner outfit: cgi/set?id=72415717, ignore the fact that the outfit would have cost way too much money for any normal person, it's the look that counts.

This is the longest chapter I may have ever written. And at the end it gets mature, so I upped the rating to M and feel free to skip it if it makes you feel uncomfortable.

And for the record, Sunday loves the moustache.

Following The Main Event;

By AliceJericho

Chapter 10: Valentine's Day

"For it was not into my ear that you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul." – Judy Garland

Sunday, February 14

"Where are you? It's freezing out here!"

"I'm coming! I'm just around the corner, but I vetoed our trip to the zoo." I looked down at Cameron and then back to the entry of the zoo.

"Well, I have a surprise for you."

"Awesome!" Cody said excitedly, "What is it?"

"Guess." I laughed at his childishness. He was so excited.

"Is it small?" he questioned and I again looked to my brother who was looking at me confused, trying to hide his nose behind his hands.

"I wouldn't say that… Actually, it's quite big." I nodded in affirmation even though he couldn't see it.

"It's a giant teddy bear isn't it? Oh wow, this is going to be awkward because I got you the exact same thing." I laughed at him. Cameron tugged on my arm and I noticed that he was shaking because it was so cold.

"Please hurry, its freezing and it looks like it might start to snow."

"I'm here," he told me and I heard the car pull up into the car park. "Who is that?"

I ended the call because we were three seconds away from having a face to face conversation about it and I didn't want to repeat myself. Cameron hugged me and I put my arms around his head and neck, holding him to my woollen coat to try to stop him shaking.

"Do I have a kid I didn't know about?" Cody asked as he stood in front of me, looking from my face to the top of Cameron's head to my face again. "Because I don't think Valentine's Day was the right time to spring it on me."

"We've been dating for three years Cody and sleeping together for two, I don't think it makes any sense that we'd have a ten year old." I assured him and he furrowed his brow. "I promised him he'd be coming with me everywhere I went until I was all better." Cody pulled an annoyed face but I pulled a stern one back at him and he nodded slowly.

"Cam?" he asked, making sure it was in fact Cameron and also getting the boys attention. "What's up, man?" Cameron pulled away from me to shake Cody's hand but he instantly turned back into me.

"Cut him some slack," I defended my brother when Cody laughed at him, "It's at least fifty degrees back home and here we are at freezing point."

"I didn't say anything. Can he ice skate?"

"He grew up in Houston; do you think he knows how to ice skate?"

"Can we get McDonalds for lunch?" Cameron asked from the backseat of Cody's car. We were on our way to Brenton Skating Plaza, the outdoor entertainment venue. I didn't ice skate. I don't ice skate. I wrestle and sometimes I'm not really graceful about it. Which kind of explains the broken wrist.

"Can we?" Cody asked, looking to me for permission and I shrugged at him.

"Can you afford to have Micky D's? I mean, you're getting a little pudgy." I poked his stomach and he intentionally flexed his abs because he knew exactly what I was about to do. He turned around to look at Cameron.

"We're getting McDonald's." he decided.

I watched as he ordered the food, and it was a lot. Even when he was eating unhealthy garbage he ate a lot.

"I'm a growing boy." He said when I commented on it and I just shook my head, telling him that he was going to have to add a few extra hours of exercise if he wanted to look good before Raw. "I can think of a few ways." He whispered in my ear and I smirked, but hit his arm because were in the presence of a child.

"How many people are going to propose on the ice today?" I asked absentmindedly, noticing a few families come into the restaurant.

"Too many." Cody determined with a second's thought. "If we get any time on the ice at all, I'll be surprised."

"Why won't we get time on the ice?" Cameron asked with a mouth full of food.

"Swallow first, talk second." I scolded him while Cody answered.

"If you propose on the ice you get a song to yourself. And if enough people propose, they'll all get a song and we won't get any time on the ice."

"Oh, well that's nice." Cameron smiled. "You should propose on the ice." He looked at Cody and I did too. I saw Cody's panicked expression and looked back at Cameron who was still smiling.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom." I said quietly, pushing my seat out and hurriedly walking away.

Propose. The fucker couldn't even tell me he loved me and Cameron was expecting a proposal. Granted, I hadn't said I loved him either. I did. I do. I love him, I just don't want to say it first and have it thrown back in my face because he's decided that he's only with me for the sex.

I stared at myself in the mirror for five minutes, scrutinising how chubby my cheeks had gotten, how tired I looked, how many pimples I had. I'd let myself go on my break. I figured that it was nine weeks away from the ring, and it was perfectly okay to indulge. I hadn't anticipated any longer eating crap food and forgetting workouts.

"Sun? You alright? We should probably go." Cody said through the door, knocking quietly. Luckily no one else was in there or it would have been a tad awkward.

I flattened my hair and put a smile on my face, walking out the door to see him waiting for me.

"You okay?" he asked as though Cameron had never brought up proposal.

"I had to pee." I said casually and he laughed at me, putting his arm over my shoulder and walking me back into the main area of the restaurant.

"Here's your bag." Cameron handed me my handbag and I thanked him. "Can we go skating now?"

"You can't skate!" I reminded him and he hung his head.

"Cody's going to teach me!"

"Is he now?" I asked, looking at both of them in surprise. "This is all on you, babe. I am not helping at all."

"Slugger, go get your skates. I want to talk to Cody for a second." I placed the skate hire ticket into his hand and watched him run off.

"You want to talk to me? Am I in trouble?" he joked with me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him quickly.

"I'm sorry that I brought him along. I promised and I can't break a promise to that kid." I whispered, our mouths touching as I did so.

"That's okay. I guess he's staying for the show tomorrow, too?" I nodded, "And he can stay with your dad for the night?" he asked me hopefully but I pouted.

"Dad says it was my idea and I have to take responsibility and look after him."

"But Sun… I haven't seen you in… Forever." He exaggerated, kissing me again but only for a second before he pulled back and put on his thinking face. "We will ask someone to look after him for three hours."

"Three hours? Feeling cocky?" I leaned back and smirked at him.

"We'll have dinner, because I already booked a restaurant and then… I want some time with you. And only you." He kissed me, holding me tighter than he had in a long time. "God, I miss you, Sunday."

"I miss you too, Cody."

"I have my shoes!" Cameron exclaimed, unfazed by our public display of affection.

"Your skates, bud." I corrected him, "Code, go get yours and I'll help him with these."

"Is Cody going to propose?" Cameron asked me casually as I pulled on his skates and tightened his laces.

"I don't think so bud."

"Why not?" he asked me, sticking out his left foot so I could help him get the other skate on. "You're in love, people get married when they're in love."

"I'm only twenty three, Cam; I have forever to get married. Now stop talking about this."

"Why?"

"Because I said so." I told him, hating myself for it. I hated being told to do something with the excuse 'because I said so'. It was Shawn's best line when I was growing up and I rarely listened, but it was the only thing I could offer to Cameron.

"So, the guy who hands out skates is a fan…" Cody said as he came back, sitting down beside Cameron just as a finished tying up his shoe. "Asked if you were here. Promised us a song if we wanted it."

"I don't want a song." I laughed, "I'm terrible. How embarrassing would it be to have the rink to ourselves and then for me to fall on my ass."

"You act like I do this all the time." He laughed at me and I gave him a pointed look. "I'm from Georgia."

"This was your idea; you wouldn't have chosen this if you were going to suck." I leaned forward and kiss him softly, "I'm going to get my skates. Start teaching Cam."

My brother got to his feet instantly, wobbling as he did so but recomposing himself and standing up proudly.

Cody wasn't lying when he said the guy at the counter was a fan. He asked for an autograph and a picture and started praising me and telling me that he wanted to come back soon. He let me know that my father was the reason he started watching wrestling and that he was cut to hear that he was retiring. I had to assure him that retirement would not stop him from appearing occasionally. It took me about ten minutes to get my skates because of how complimentary he was being.

He offered me the couple skate just as he had done for Cody but I politely refused and told him that it would probably be bad for business if anyone actually watched me skate. They'd probably think it was contagious.

When I returned to the placed I had left Cody and Cameron, they were no longer there and I sat down facing the rink, trying to spot them. It didn't take long to comb the walls and see Cameron holding on with two hands while Cody stood beside him, making sure he didn't fall down.

I quickly put on my skates and joined them on the ice, slowly skating over to them. Cody took my hand instantly, and kissed the back of it.

"How you going?" I leant around Cody to ask Cameron who quickly removed one of his hands and gave me a thumbs up.

When I said I was a terrible skater, I wasn't lying. I can stay upright enough but I can't stop to save my life meaning that I have to skate towards the wall and run in to it to come to a stop.

Cody on the other hand is a natural at almost everything he does and can stop whenever he wishes; including the times he had to help me off of the ground because I landed on my ass.

There was one time that some teenager accidentally skated into me and I wasn't prepared for the fall and I landed on my wrist. That wrist.

Pain shot through it and I felt tears come to my eyes. People skating around me stopped, looked at me asked if I was alright and then leant forward to try and help me when I didn't respond. I shooed them all away though because I trusted no one to get me off the ice without hurting me even more.

Except for Cody of course, who was on the other side of the rink helping Cameron who had also fallen over and hadn't noticed that I was sitting on the ice, getting frostbite on my ass and crying while people huddled around me.

"Sunday Michaels?" the teenage boy who knocked me over asked me in shock and stopped in front of me. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

"I just… Get Cody for me." I whined, before tacking on the end: "Please." He was off in a flash, knowing exactly who I was after. This boy had been looking at us for the entire afternoon, trying to work out if we were who he thought.

He seemed to know what was going on, too, because he went over to Cody, pointed to me and then pointed to his wrist as he spoke. Cody looked to me and then to Cameron who had kind of begun to freak out. He had a serious talk with him before he even began to come to me. I can only assume it involved Cody telling Cameron not to move off of the wall or he'd up like me. On my ass in the middle of the rink while everyone around me wondered why the twenty-something woman was such a klutz.

"Shit, Sun, are you okay?" Cody knelt down in front of me, gently cupping my face.

"It hurts." I managed a weak smile, almost laughing at how pathetic I was being. But it fucking hurt, alright?

Getting me up was a challenge in itself, he stood to his feet and then took hold of my good hand and then put his other hand under my left shoulder and tried his best to help me up. He had to call in assistance because it's really quite difficult to get a person to their feet when their on the ice.

Once I was seated off of the ice, Cody went back to retrieve Cameron before returning to me to help me get my skates off.

"Think you'll be alright for dinner?" he asked with a playful smile and I knew that he did not mean dinner at all he was just hiding the fact that were going to have long overdue sex from my younger brother.

"You want me to sacrifice my Valentine's Day plans to babysit your brother?"

"Give me a legitimate run down of your plans and I'll reconsider."

"You're cruel."

I smiled up at Kofi and leant in to give him a hug but he stepped backwards.

"You owe me, Hickie."

"Why? Because you can't jack off? I'm asking you to mind him for 3 hours, I think you'll survive." I winked at him playfully and didn't bother going in for another hug.

"How's your wrist?" he asked me suddenly and I shrugged. "Cody told me."

"Of course he did." I nodded with a small laugh, "And he'd already asked you to look after Cam, right?" Kofi nodded. "It's fine, thanks for asking."

"You have to watch yourself."

"I know, Kofi. I know." I assured him. "I have to go get ready for dinner; I'll drop Cam off on our way through, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll see you soon." I beamed up at him and walked away, hearing him shut the door to his hotel room as I walked away.

So, maybe it was cruel to ask Kofi to look after my brother while I went on a date with my boyfriend. Maybe it was a bit insensitive, but it's not like I purposely chose him, he was just the only person not on a date that I trusted with my little brother.

I thought about it the whole time I got ready, though. I didn't want things to change just because I found out that Kofi liked me more than he should, but that doesn't change the fact that it was going to be different. I'd probably have to be more considerate and less affectionate in public. Not that I could do that without raising questions from everyone.

I gave Kofi a hug and a kiss on the cheek when we dropped Cameron off. Cameron was pretty excited that he'd get to spend time with him because he loved Kofi's character and the fact that the real life Kofi was a video game fanatic.

At the restaurant I looked through the menu but I already sort of knew what I was going to order. When you have a fucked up wrist, your choices are limited.

"I'll just have the Bolognese." I smiled at the waitress who nodded and turned to Cody, smiling widely at him and I'm pretty sure she winked. The cons of dating a gorgeous man, every one.

"The veal parmigiana, thanks."

"Can I get you another drink?" Cody looked to me and I shook my head.

"No thanks, we're good."

"I can't take you anywhere." I laughed as I noticed the waitress put an extra wiggle in her walk as she turned around and continued to the next table.

"What do you mean?" he asked cluelessly.

"That waitress was checking you out, and today, all of the ladies at the rink were checking you out."

"Jealous?"

"Quite the opposite, I think it's hilarious." I smirked at him. "They don't understand that they're never going to get you."

We lapsed into a comfortable silence after laughing for a few moments; Cody broke it by asking me a question.

"Why pasta? You never order pasta."

"Because I can't cut up my own meat and I don't want anyone to be cutting my meals in public." I explained when I saw him open his mouth; clearly about to tell me he'd have helped me.

"I got you a present!" he said quickly, trying to avoid me being sad. I assume, or maybe he just wanted his present, too. He pulled a box out of his pocket. The women in the restaurant who were receiving similar boxes would have gasped and brought their hands to their mouths, expecting a ring. I knew better. He handed it to me with a small smile and I smiled back at him. I raised an eyebrow at the box with Chanel written on it, smiling even wider as I opened it. Inside was a necklace with a heart pendant featuring the Chanel logo.

"Cody, it's beautiful." I gaped at him, in the years we had been dating it was the most beautiful thing he had gotten me. "I love it." He stood up and walked over to me, taking the necklace from my hands. I moved my hair so he could fix the clasp around my neck. A shiver ran down my spine as he traced the outline of my tattoo. That boy. "I have your present!" I said excitedly as he sat back down. I rummaged through my purse and pulled out a small box.

He looked down at it curiously but opened it with a huge smile.

"Cufflinks." He chuckled, "Tri Force cufflinks. I will be wearing these to the Hall of Fame." He assured me.

"I wanted cuff Links but apparently they don't exist."

"This is great, Sun. Thank you." He leant forward, as did I, connecting our lips in the centre of the table.

"That's only the first half of your present though."

Cody had me in the hotel room as quick as he ever had, not wasting any time in attaching our lips together. I instantly stepped out of my shoes, I was taller than him in them and that was something he didn't appreciate. He quickly undid the buttons of my coat as I played with the buttons on his suit jacket. I helped him remove my coat but wasn't given the opportunity to remove his before he span my around and unzipped my dress. He kissed the tattoo on the back of my neck before making me face him. He took a step back and I smiled knowingly, I moved my arms from the dress and shimmied it over my hips and stood up straight when it hit the ground. He stared at me with a purely carnal look in his eyes and in a rough voice said,

"Are you trying to kill me, Sunday?"

"Happy Valentine's Day, babe." I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. His hands rested on my hips, touching the garter belt I had worn just for him and he smirked against my lips.

I pushed the jacket off of his shoulders and quickly began unbuttoning his shirt – pretty much with one hand so it took a tad longer than normal but he made no attempt to interfere, he continued to kiss me as though nothing else was going on. I'm not going to lie, he looked great in a suit but it was so much easier to get him out of his clothes when he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I pushed the white shirt off of his shoulders too and kissed the junction of his neck.

He lifted me up quickly and effortlessly, dropping me onto the bed after two steps. He knelt at the end, put hand on the bed, the other on my waist and lifted me up to move me closer to the bed head.

He kissed just under my ear, earning a moan before he again rested his hands on my waist. It was only for a split second because he was soon removing my underwear, slipping them down my thighs, over my knees and off my legs, throwing them across the room.

Cody kissed up my leg, up my thigh highs, stopping at my inner thigh. His teeth nipped at the suspenders hanging from my garter belt. I moaned his name, my hands falling to his hair. My right hand tightened its grip while my left one stayed their limply, but that was the last thing that mattered as his mouth finally kissed the one place I wanted.

My hips bucked up instantly and I felt him smirk. I pulled his hair but that only encouraged him.

He knew exactly what felt good, he'd done it enough times that there was no way he was making a mistake. He had no reservations and it only felt better the more it happened. I screamed his name as I reached the point of no return, not caring who was in the room next door – no doubt it was someone we knew – just wanting him to know how good he was making me feel.

He kissed the insides of both of my thighs, before kissing just below my naval and moving up my stomach. Cody kissed the tops of my breasts before reaching behind me and unhooking my bra expertly, he threw that across the room, too.

"God." Blasphemy wasn't my thing. But what else can one say when you're being made to feel things that you can't really express with words?

Before he could do anything else, I reached down and unzipped his pants. He kissed me roughly – but no less passionately than he should have – and impatiently moved my hands out of the way. Within seconds his pants were on the floor and my hand was resting over his crotch.

"Fuck, Sunday." He moaned into my shoulder and I squeezed lightly but he definitely knew what was going to happen. "None of that." He took hold of my hand, holding it above my head, using his other to push his briefs down his legs so they joined his pants.

He connected our moves, my arm still being forced above my head, and I moaned louder than I had the whole night as he pushed himself into me. I gasped and I moaned, I instantaneously wrapped my legs around his waist and held him tighter to me.

I climaxed before he did because of the extra attention he'd given me. It happened not just once but twice before he finally joined me in what could only be described as heaven on earth.

He screamed my name as he came, not bothering to muffle his voice. The entire company knew that we were having sex; why not let them know just how good it was?