A/N: Hey guys! I renamed the fic from SIN to ANIMALS, in case you didn't notice. I really hope it doesn't throw everyone off. :/ I have a feeling I might lose some readers because of it, they might accidentally delete the alerts in their inbox because they don't recognize the name. Ohh, dear. It'd be super great if everyone could leave a review, just so I know that I've got all my readers still - at least my avid ones. I'm really worried about this, I don't want to cause any unnecessary confusion. Maybe I should change the name back. Although Animals fits much better. Well... I guess we'll see how this goes... (:

-Bree's POV-

"Okay. When I got into this relationship I didn't know I was getting Cena's #1 fan as a girlfriend." Adam said when I approached him, still decked out in my Cena gear. I laughed, my arms around his waist in a second, his arms around me just as quick.

"I'm full of surprises." I smiled up at him, and he leaned down to kiss me softly. I tugged him in tighter, deepening the kiss and allowing him to lightly press me against the wall behind us.

"John was mad at me, so I had to cheer him up." I explained when Adam pulled back from the kiss.

"Did it work?" He asked, I nodded.

"It always works." I laughed softly, shaking my head. I slid my hands down his back, slowly into the back pockets of his tightly fitted jeans, and I smiled brightly.

"Your jeans are tighter than mine." I laughed, and he grinned.

"You look fucking adorable in those jeans though." He stated, kissing me again.

"And you look fucking sexy in those jeans." I said, biting onto his bottom lip lightly.

"I think you're my soulmate." Adam said dreamily, and I laughed, kissing him again.

"I gotta go." I whispered, he nodded slightly.

"My room or yours?" Was all he whispered, and I smiled immediately.

"Mine..." I paused, biting my lip, "You know how you said you were adjustable?"

"Yeah.."

"Prepare to adjust." I smiled, winking and walking away from him.

-John's POV-

"Hey Bree? Could you come in here a sec?"

Bree turned to face me immediately, raising her eyebrows. She probably wanted to get back to the hotel and prepare herself for Adam right away, but she promised me I would come first.

She entered my dressing room, closing the door behind her softly, raising her eyebrows at me.

"Sup?" She asked, and I smiled, rolling my eyes.

"Just wanted to see you. C'mere." I said, sitting on the couch. She moved to me instantly, allowing me to grab her hand and yank her down next to me.

"Okie. What do you want?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"To hang out with my best friend." I shrugged, speaking honestly.

"Really?" Bree squinted, trying to tell if I'm lying.

"Really." I nodded, she shrugged and smiled.

"Fine with me." She leaned against me heavily, allowing me to tuck her up under my arm. I was so fucking huge compared to her.

"I think your biceps are bigger than my head." Bree stated, reading my mind.

"You've got a pretty big head, so I dunno about that one.." She swatted my chest.

"I think you have me confused with Randy Fatso Orton." Bree stated dryly.

"He said the funniest thing today.." I laughed lowly, and she turned her head to look up at me.

"That's rare." She said softly, smiling lightly. I laughed lowly again, and her smile grew.

"He said that Ashley's been planning our wedding since the moment we met." I said, shaking my head. She nodded, rolling her eyes.

"She bombarded me with wedding magazines. She forced me to pick out my dress." She stated, my eyes widening, and she nodded. "She's convinced. She says we'll thank her one day."

I laughed, "Maybe we will."

It was her turn to laugh, shaking her head. "Oh no. I don't plan on marrying anybody. Especially not a guy thats like my brother."

This is my chance. This is my chance.

"I've never considered you like a little sister." I stated, shaking my head.

She frowned, "Why not?"

"I've pictured you naked too many times." I said softly, but honestly. I really have.

She laughed, smacking my chest, "Shut up!"

"Sorry!" I shrugged innocently, "I can't help it!"

"But when I posed for Playboy last year, you refused to look at the pictures!!" She stated, scrunching her eyebrows together.

"Well I don't want to ruin it." I shrugged again.

"Ruin what??" She asked, sitting up straight.

"The first time we sleep together. Seeing you naked for the first time should be done in person, not on paper." I smiled, and her mouth fell open.

"I'm not sleeping with you! Ever!!" She shook her head. That stung a little bit.

"Oh I think you will." "NO." "Yeah, I think its gonna happen.." "No.." "Yeah, I really think so." "Not ever.." "Its gonna happen.." "No, I don't think so." "Yeah, it'll happen.."

"John!" Bree scolded me, smacking my arm hard.

"Bree!" I mocked her, frowning, "Its inevitable."

"How so?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"You're a sex addict, I'm a sex addict. I'm a sex god, I bet you're a sex goddess..we're kind of meant to be fucking, but we aren't. I bet sleeping with you would be like..sleeping with Aphrodite." I grinned, looking down into her eyes.

"The Goddess of Love?" She asked dryly, blinking.

"Yeah. We'd be like Adonis and Aphrodite." I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively.

"You're comparing yourself to a greek god?" Bree's eyebrows raised.

"Wouldn't you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. She laughed loudly.

"No!"

I stood up, removing my shirt and throwing it to the ground. "How bout now?"

She tilted her head to one side, staring at my chest. "Yeah, o-okay maybe.."

I grinned, "That's what I thought."

She stood up slowly, trying her very hardest to stare at my face. "I've gotta go."

I caught her gaze, and nodded slowly, "Of course. Adam."

"Yeah.." She squinted slightly, shrugging a bit.

"Okay." I shrugged, turning toward the door. I opened it for her, watching her begin toward it.

On her way past me, she pinched my cheek, "See ya."

"Oh, hey one more thing.." I grabbed her wrist, flinging the door shut before she could exit.

"What...." Was whispered from her lips as I shoved her against the now-closed door, my hands pulling her against me tightly.

"I have a question." I whispered as softly as I could, my lips barely touching hers. Bree was trembling. I held onto her tighter, moving my hands down to rest on her jean clad butt.

"John, I.." She pressed her hands to my bare chest to push me away, then realized that she was touching my bare chest. She stopped her sentence. "Oh god.."

"Why are you shaking, Bree?" I murmured against her lips, still not kissing her.

Our eyes have been locked, and she just now closed her eyes, turning her head away from me.

I released her with a smile, opening the door for her again, "Kay, see you tomorrow."

She stared at me wide eyed, her eyebrows pulling together as she shook her head, backing out the door. I stepped into the hallway to watch her walk off, turning to look at me repeatedly.

"This will be easier than I thought." I murmured, grinning brightly.

I looked down, just now noticing I had a boner, I scrunched my eyebrows, "Down boy."