Chapter 10

Las Vegas, NV

"Did you have a nice nap?" Jon asked, passing a cup of coffee to Syd when she leaned against the headboard, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"I slept like the dead except when I rolled over and you snuggled in too close," she took a sip of her coffee, blushing furiously when he gave her a confused look. "You're a very enthusiastic snuggler, Jon. You kept grinding against my ass and making the uh, plug move," she ended in a whisper, covering her eyes with a hand when he burst out laughing. "Stop laughing," she swatted at him.

"I'm sorry, Kitten," he caught her hand; biting his bottom lip to get his laughter under control and failed horribly, chuckling so hard he curled in on himself.

"Are you done yet?" she asked with an amused smile, placing her cup on the nightstand.

"Nope," he laughed breathlessly, catching her in his arms and rolled around on the bed with her. "I can't help that I have to feel you against my skin, baby," he gazed down at her, linking their hands together over her head. "What is it, Syd?" he asked when her face fell.

"I couldn't stand being touched while I slept…in the past. I would sleep on the edge of the bed and get up to crawl in the other side when someone tried to touch me or hold me. It got to a point where I just didn't see a reason to share a bed afterwards," she lowered her eyes; uncomfortable talking about her past sexual encounters. "Until you, I never let anyone hold me; until you, I wasn't comfortable in anyone else' arms. And can you tell me why the fuck I am crying again?" she sniffled, trying to turn her head away when he palmed her cheeks, wiping her tears with his thumbs.

"You don't need to hide your tears from me. It's all leftover emotional release from our little session earlier, baby," he rolled them over, holding her to his chest. "When you have to hold back like that; keep a tight rein on physical reactions while you're overloaded with emotion and sensation, it pulls all the other things you're holding in to the surface when you're finally allowed to let go. That is why I said your tears were part of relinquishing control to me, the rest is what you've kept bottled up inside of you over the years," he played with her hair; his other hand keeping her securely on top of his body.

"You're saying I'm releasing all the dark shit that's been festering within forever," she half asked, half stated, rising up on to her forearms to stare into his beautiful blue eyes. "The pain and anger of my life is coming out because you're making me…feel," her shining obsidian eyes danced between his bright cerulean.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, sweetheart. I want to make something clear so there is no confusion," he moved his hand to cup her face; his thumb on her cheek and fingers resting on her nape. "I don't want you to think I want to change the dynamic of our relationship and become your Dom. You are an Alpha female and I admit I love when you take what you want from me. I love your fire and passion when we're wrestling around in bed and wouldn't change it for the world. But maybe every once in a while, when you feel up for it…" he trailed off, placing his free hand between her breasts over her heart, "maybe we could have more of these sessions?" he glanced up at her through his eyelashes, a playful smirk on his face.

"You enjoy dominating me that much?" she quirked a brow.

"Is that a trick question?" he chuckled, moving his arm from her chest to wrap around her back, holding her in place. "What I enjoy is you; a strong, dominant woman, trusting me enough to give me the gift of your surrender. Hell, baby, I dominate you on a regular basis, just as you do me, but putting your self in my hands like you did earlier is the sincerest form of trust a woman could give a man. Don't let this release of pent up pain scare you," he used his thumb to absorb a tear of liquid sadness from her cheek. "We both have things from our pasts that haunt us, hurt us; that we've hidden from and are trying to get over. We were healing each other before you submitted to me; the excess endorphins cracked your wall a little faster is all," he pressed his lips to hers, feeling her melt into him.

"How have I healed you?" she whispered into his chest a moment later.

"Syd, you've been healing me since the moment we met. My life was complete shit for as long as I can remember. I had no one during my childhood and teenage years; not a single person that gave a shit about me," he held her tight to his chest, not wanting her to see the pain and loneliness reflecting in his eyes. "I know you've heard stories about how I got into wrestling and how I said it saved my life." She nodded her head, running a hand over his pec to comfort him. "I had friends in the Indies but none of them compare to Joe and Colby; except Sami. The three of those guys became my family; the first one I had."

"I've heard stories about Sami, saw videos of you two from back then but haven't met him yet."

"I'll fix that soon. I know he'll get a kick out of meeting the woman that tamed me," he kissed the top of her head, running his fingertips over her back. "So I didn't do relationships, Syd; until I met you, I never considered it. You walked into our locker room that first night and I admit my dick took immediate notice of how hot you were. Ow," he hissed when she pinched his nipple, chuckling an instant later. "But then you opened your mouth and got bitchy when you saw how badly some of the other stars were treating us. I saw you panic at ringside when you knew we were hurt. I felt how you took care of us afterwards and how gentle you were despite how upset you were. I've never had anyone take care of me like that and I just hoped…I wasn't just a job to you," he whispered into her hair.

"You weren't just a job; none of you were and neither was Phil. Joe, Colby and Phil became brothers but I never really considered you one, Jon. Contrary to how it played out, you weren't an itch that needed to be scratched. I had feelings for you or you never would have made it into my bed that night," she nuzzled her cheek against his chest hair; a purr escaping her throat.

"You don't know how good it makes me feel to hear that, baby," he smiled goofily, stroking his hand along her spine. "So about those sessions," he tipped up her chin, taking her mouth in a deep, searching kiss.

"Okay, Jon," she gasped against his lips. "How will we let the other know when we…want a session?" she blushed furiously when he chuckled at her.

"When you want one, you can let me know by waiting for me on your knees, head down with your wrists behind your back; like this," he sat her up on his pelvis, moving her arms behind her until her wrists settled against her ass, and then reached up to tilt her chin down. "So beautiful, Syd," he rasped softly, tracing his fingertips down her cheek.

"How will I know when you want one?" she glanced up at him through her eyelashes, seeing a longing in his eyes that he usually tamped down.

"Right now, I'm letting you make the call on those. I don't want to push you too fast. Don't get me wrong, Precious, I would love to eventually take you to a jewelry store and buy you a pretty gold collar; no, not a collar, something else that would suit you and show you're mine, but there's plenty of time for that later," he pulled her to him with a hand under her hair on her nape, gliding his tongue along hers while his free hand traveled down her back, along the curve of her ass. She broke their kiss with a quick intake of air; a blush flooding her cheeks when Jon chuckled. "If I'm not mistaken, it is time to replace that one with the red," he lifted her off of him and set her aside, stepping off the bed and held his hand out. "Come with me to the bathroom, Kitten," he grinned, leading his lady in and gently bent her forward on the vanity. "Other than when I enthusiastically snuggled you, have you gotten used to that one?" he chuckled, grabbing the red plug from the counter beside her head and held it under the cool tap.

"I guess so. I didn't notice it much unless you moved it and just now when I walked in here," she shrugged, watching with wide eyes when he turned off the water and moved to stand behind her.

"Look at me in the mirror, baby," he ran a hand along her side, catching her gaze in the reflection while enjoying the feel of her silky skin. "I got you the silver for two reasons. One is it looks sexier nestled between your cheeks than a rubber pull ring. The other is it doesn't need much lubrication. Do you want your kitty to get it ready or would you rather I use some of the oil I got in our goodie box?"

"It's yours, Jon, so whatever you wish," she bit her lip, looking at him in the mirror and he groaned; his eyes falling closed for a moment.

"You'll be the death of me, woman," he brushed the cold tip of it against her clit and smirked when she rolled her hips, jutting her ass out. "I love to see you react to the cold silver, sweetheart," he licked his lips when he slipped it into her pussy and a decadent moan escaped her throat. "Your toes are curling, Kitten. We might have to play with some ice tonight," he kissed along her neck, fighting his smile when he felt a shiver pass through her. "Okay, baby, I'm going to take the blue one out so try to relax as much as possible," he ran one hand into her hair, moving it down to settle between her shoulder blades, holding her in place on the vanity while he gripped the blue crystal top and gently eased it from her backside. "Hold on, Syd," he made soft movements of his thumb on her back while he tossed the first plug into the sink and withdrew the red one from her pussy. "Remember what I told you earlier? Take a deep breath and release it when I push this in," he positioned it and leaned forward to place kisses along her back when he started to push. "Try to relax, darlin," he shushed her when a keening whine began to build in her throat. Her hand whipped out and gripped the edge of the sink hard; her knuckles turning white when the plug sucked itself into place, and her body began to shake while adjusting to the new size.

"Jon…" she gasped; slotting her fingers with his when he covered her hand.

"I've got you, baby. I know just what you need," he purred in her ear, sliding his hard length into her. The sounds that came from her had his head spinning. He just counted himself lucky that his hips knew what to do without his brain functioning. "You're the first woman to ever be in my place, Syd. Until you, I never wanted to bring any woman into my home," he brought their joined hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles while he kept up his long, slow strokes. "Until you, I never enthusiastically snuggled anyone or anything," he nuzzled his cheek against her hand, biting his bottom lip when she pushed her hips back, meeting his thrusts. "This was my sanctuary; my home, before I met you. It is just a place now and you're my sanctuary, my home. I want to make love to you everywhere in here, Kitten," he gently eased out of her body, turned her towards him and carried her out of the bedroom. "My place is going to be marked with your scent before we leave here," he lowered her down on his sofa, covering her with his body before burying himself in her wet heat.

Jon kept to his word; starting out on the couch, moving to the floor, on to the kitchen counter and ended taking her against the glass sliding door to his balcony. He carried his exhausted woman to his bed, placing her in the center before crawling in and pulling her into his arms. "Sleep, Kitten," he whispered against her hair. "I have the alarm set to wake us in time to get ready for our dinner reservation," he kissed the top of her head when she turned into his chest, holding her securely to his body while she drifted off. "I love you, Syd. Please let me keep you," he repeated his mantra before allowing her warmth to drag him into the veil of sleep.

Jon's cell alarm went off and the couple awoke, staring into each other's eyes with matching smiles before they hit the bathroom together. "Listen up, Tiger; you can shower with me but you need to get ready in the guest room," Syd mumbled while they both brushed their teeth. "And I want this thing out of my ass before we get into the shower. I need to…bathe properly and I'll call you in to put in the last one before I get dressed," she tried to cover her blush by rinsing her mouth but failed horribly.

"Who made you boss all of a sudden?" Jon chuckled, checking his scruffy face in the mirror.

"I've always been the boss, baby," she placed a hand on his wrist when he reached for his razor; smiling when he obeyed her unspoken request. "Good boy," she winked at him in the mirror, laughing when he caught himself bending to her will. "Now get this thing out of me so we can shower. Oof," she gasped when his hand grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her upper body down on the counter.

"Feisty," he growled, grinding his pelvis against her ass. "I love it when you're feisty," he chuckled, easing the red plug out of her before smacking her ass. Once Jon set the temperature in the shower, he helped Syd in, following her under the spray. "I'm not used to being happy," Jon broke the comfortable silence while he washed her hair. "I mean, I've been happy but not like this," he eased her back over his arm to wash the shampoo from her long locks before pulling her upright into his chest.

"I feel the same, Jon," she palmed his cheek, staring into his eyes for a moment until he took her lips in a soft kiss. "Now let's get that hair and gorgeous bod washed so I can have my girl time to make myself look good enough to be on your arm," she squeezed some shampoo into her palm and worked it into his locks; smiling when she heard his purr when her nails gently scratched his scalp.

"It should be the other way around, baby; I need to be good enough to be on your arm," he rinsed the soap from his hair, feeling like Randy's words to him were true until she gripped his bicep and pulled him to her.

"You're good enough to be on my arm, Jon, and always have been. Hush," she pressed a finger to his lips. "i know what you're thinking and even in the past; in and before your Moxley days, you were still good enough. You need to get over the misconception that your past predetermines your future. You survived it, conquered every obstacle in your path and found your pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Regardless of your position in life now, it was always your choice when and who to give your heart to, and the type of woman to give it to. You were always worthy, Jon; they weren't," she finished washing his body down with his bath gel, moving him under the spray to rinse. "Now get out so I can make myself pretty for you," she ushered him towards the shower door before he grabbed her wrist, making her turn towards him.

"I've made my choice, Syd," he stared into her midnight eyes, kissing her cheek before leaving her alone.

When Syd called Jon into the bathroom, he found her bent over the counter waiting for him. He couldn't hide the smirk on his face if his life depended on it. He offered the same choice of her personal cream or the oil he purchased, and she surprised him by choosing the oil this time. He partially blanketed her back and held one of her hands while he eased the largest of the three plugs into her; peppering her face with kisses and whispering endearments into her ear until she finally adjusted to the size.

With a final kiss, she ushered him out of the bedroom so she could get ready. Jon sat on the couch in a white dress shirt and black dress pants. He had gelled his hair back, buttoned his cuffs and wore a nice belt and shoes but refused a tie; opting to leave a few buttons undone on his shirt. His leg was bouncing uncontrollably while his hands fidgeted up until the moment he heard his bedroom door open.

Sydney emerged from the hallway in a short mid-thigh black cocktail dress. The material that covered her breasts up the V-neck to the short sleeves was intricate beaded lace that showed off splashes of flesh. His eyes almost got lost in her cleavage before he moved his gaze down the slightly ribbed solid black material that ended a few inches shy of her ass, showing a yard of tanned legs with black heels on her feet. Her long hair was up in a low bun with two braids that ran along the frame of her face weaved throughout the pinned locks.

"Holy fuck," Jon gasped, running his eyes along her body. "I mean, you look beautiful," he walked up to her, placing a slightly unsteady hand on her nape.

"Thank you," she smiled softly before biting her bottom lip while she took him in. "You look very handsome…except for one thing," she kept a straight face when his hand shook a little more before reaching up to run her fingers through his hair, freeing his curly locks from the restrictive gel. "You cannot tame those curls, Tiger. They demand freedom of expression much like the man they adorn. Shall we?" she beamed at him when his dimples made an appearance.

"We shall," he held his arm out for her to loop hers through before leading them out into the night.

Jon couldn't keep his eyes off of Syd in the passenger seat of his Jeep while he drove them to the Cosmopolitan Resort. He had to admit he was trying to impress her when he made reservations at Scarpetta and already felt out of his element but that ribbing he got from Randy pushed him to do his best for their first date. When he escorted her in and saw the interior, he drew in a heavy breath. 'Fuck, I don't belong here,' he thought. When a man wearing a black chef's outfit called out her name with a bright smile on his face, he wished the ground would open up beneath his feet and swallow him whole.

"Sydney! It is a pleasure to see you again!" he bypassed the hostess and took her hand, placing a gentlemanly kiss on her skin.

"Scott, it was a surprise to me but always a pleasure," she smiled, letting him hold her hand between his for a moment before easing it free to place on Jon's bicep. "Scott Conant, this is Jon Good. Jon, Scott is the head chef and owner of Scarpetta," she introduced the two men, watching the manly handshake ensue and tried to hide her smile when she felt Jon's tension slip into his grip.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Jon, and thank you for bringing Ms Sydney back in. I have you down for a private booth in the back," he glanced at the seating arrangements. "I've got this," he told the hostess, grabbing the menus. "Follow me, you two," he smiled, leading them back to their table and stood aside while Jon let Syd scoot around the horseshoe shaped booth before following her in. "Can I start you off with a bottle of wine?" he asked, passing the menus to his guests.

"Bourbon!" they said in sync, turning to each other and cracking up laughing. "We'll save the wine for the meal, Scott. Thank you," Syd nodded at him and glanced at Jon when his hand squeezed her thigh.

"You a regular here?" he asked, keeping his gaze focused on her to limit his unease.

"I've lived in Vegas long enough to be a regular everywhere. You, however, have never been here and aren't comfortable at all," she ran her hand down his forearm, settling it over his hand on her thigh.

"I'm not used to the finer things in life," he shrugged, "except you."

"Smooth talker," she blushed, lowering her eyes to the table. "How can we make you more comfortable, Tiger?"

"This will help," he picked up the bourbon the waiter just placed before him and took a sip. "We haven't looked at the menu yet. Why don't you pick us two appetizers that aren't made of something disgusting?" he told the young man who nodded with a small laugh and went to place the order. "Let's see, what can you do to make me comfortable?" he draped her left leg over his right, causing her to pivot slightly towards him before he wrapped his right arm across her shoulders and ran his left hand up her thigh. "I can't tell you how happy I am that you aren't wearing stockings," he breathed into her ear, softly nibbling the lobe while his hand continued its journey upwards.

"Nylons are the creation of Satan. When I take over, I'm wiping them out of existence," her breath hitched when his finger traced over the lace between her legs. "Oh Jon," she gasped, feeling him tear the material of her panties, lifting her bottom when he told her to, so he could shove the ruined garment in his pocket.

"I would definitely consider them the creation of Satan if they kept me from my kitty. I'm trying real hard here, baby, but this place is making me uneasy," he rasped in her ear, licking his suddenly dry lips when he felt how incredibly wet she was for him. "The only thing I can do is keep my focus on you," he flicked his tongue over her lobe while he steadily thrust two fingers into her. "Ever since I've known you, your presence always calms me; balances me out. I can only make it through this if I wrap myself up in you," he whispered in her ear.

Jon rested his forehead against Sydney's temple, watching her try to control her facial expressions and the whimpers that built up in her throat. His long fingers fondled her g-spot with every movement and his lady was having a difficult time restraining herself if her grip on his thigh was any indication of her struggle. Her lips parted as short pants of breath left her lungs. Her eyes just began to lose focus when the waiter returned with their appetizers.

"Oh!" she clenched her teeth, digging her fingers into Jon's thigh muscle. "Th-thank you," she stuttered out while she shifted her hips closer to his hand.

"We're good with this for now, man," Jon told her the waiter, taking pity on his girlfriend. "You're almost there, aren't you, baby?" he took a stuffed mushroom on his fork and fed it to her.

"Mmhmm," she moaned in reply and it had nothing to do with the food in her mouth.

"I can feel it coming. Your kitty is practically vibrating around my fingers," he kissed from her ear, across her cheek and took her mouth just in time for her to breathe a long whimper into him when she climaxed. "You okay, Kitten?" he whispered against her lips, getting a shaky nod in return. "Better than anything they have on the menu," he smirked, sucking her essence off his fingers.

Syd melted into his side, taking a sip of her drink and letting Jon feed her appetizers while watching him poke around at both dishes with disinterest. She reached for her clutch, fishing out a hundred dollar bill when she saw the waiter approach. "I'm sorry but we've been called away," she waved her phone at him before tossing it back in her bag and sliding the Benjamin onto the table. "Tell Scott we'll see him next time. Come on, baby, we have to go," she scooted around the table, accepting the waiter's hand up before linking her hand with Jon's when he joined her.

"Where are we going?" Jon asked, moving quickly to keep up with her despite her heels.

"You'll see," she grinned, walking out the door when Jon held it open for her. "Give me your keys," she held out her hand once they reached the Jeep. "Thank you," she chuckled when he handed them over, narrowing his gaze on her. They got in his vehicle and drove a grand total of two blocks before she parked in front of Guy Fieri's.

"Burgers for our first date?" he glanced at her with raised brows.

"No, we had sex in a bar twenty feet from our co-workers on our first date AND you fingered me in a five star restaurant for the first part of this 'real' date because you were nervous in that atmosphere," she cut him off with a finger on his lips. "I am not complaining in the slightest, Tiger. You can make me cum until I pass out and I would never complain. I just don't want you uncomfortable under any circumstances, especially to impress me. Do you understand?" she cupped his cheek, pecking his lips when he nodded. "Now we haven't eaten all day and we need protein to feed our muscles or I'd drive a little further to my favorite diner; where everyone knows my name too, so get out and let's eat. I've got my heart set on the Mac + Cheese Bacon Burger!"

Jon couldn't love this woman more if he tried.

Jon carried his woman into his condo, kicking the door shut behind him before making his way to the bedroom. "Here we go, sweetheart," he set her on the edge of the bed, placing her clutch on the nightstand before pulling the pins from her hair to let it cascade down her back.

"I could've sworn your doorman got a peep show when you carried me past him," she scowled, taking his hand and standing before him.

"Never," he stepped behind her, pulling the zipper down on her dress before easing it down her body. "I would never let anyone else ever see my kitty. She's all mine," he smiled up at her when she pivoted sideways, placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped out of her dress. "So beautiful, Syd," he traced the back of his fingers down her cheek before taking her mouth in a long, probing kiss. "I need to make love to you now," he said almost desperately; his hands swiftly removing his clothes before lifting her up and placed her in his bed.

"Not before I worship this body the way it deserves to be," she pulled him down beside her, rolling to pin him beneath her and placed several soft kisses on his lips while her fingertips mapped his face, neck and shoulders.

Jon lay there; his hands fisting his comforter, and lost himself to the feel of her lips kissing every square inch of his body. She used her tongue, tasting his skin on the return trip back up to his neck and switched to her teeth, branding him with her mark; one on the joint of his neck and shoulder, one over his heart and the last on his hip. When she finally took his neglected cock in hand, ran her tongue from root to tip before taking him in her mouth, the physical jolt that ran through his body almost shot him off the bed a few inches.

"Syd, stop," he grasped her torso just under her arms and pulled her up his body. "No way am I cumming in your mouth tonight," he rolled them, settling between her legs. "I need to be inside of you, make love to you and show you," he rasped out quickly, reaching between them to guide him into her body.

"Show me what, baby?" she gasped, arching her back when he stroked into her.

"That you belong with me…to me," he groaned, slowly stroking into her tight heat again. He kept his eyes firmly locked on hers, laced their fingers together, holding their hands on either side of her head, and made love to her. His blue orbs hid nothing from her; all his feelings there for her to see while he joined their bodies in a dance as old as time. He smiled softly at her when she crossed her ankles over his ass, pulling him into her; her back arching with every slow, deep thrust. His goals never changed; he was intent on showing her she belonged with him, that she could entrust her heart to him and to make her cum without going over the edge with her. Both of them were sweat-slicked when he felt the signs and leaned down to take her lips. "Cum for me, baby," he breathed out into her mouth.

"Jon!" she cried out; her body trembling with the force of her release. She was vaguely aware of him pulling out of her and rolling her on to her stomach. She was blissfully ignorant of him leaving the bed for a moment, only to return a few seconds later. "You made me see stars again," she whispered breathlessly.

"Good; you deserve to and I'm glad its me that gives that to you," he smiled, glancing at the smooth expanse of her back before returning his focus to the items he set beside him. "It's time to take this out, baby, so up into position for me," he took her hips in his hands and lifted her up to the height he wanted her at. "Easy, sweetheart," he hushed her when a whine rose in her throat while he removed the plug. "Fuck, that's hot," he gasped, staring at her open hole while he oiled up his cock and quickly moved to place the head at her entrance.

"Jon…"

"I won't lie to you, Kitten; its going to burn a bit until you're accustomed to my size but I would never hurt you," he wrapped an arm across her pelvis, holding her still while he slowly pushed into her. "Try to relax, sweetheart," he used his free hand to take one of hers; slotting their fingers together while he continued that slow torturous slide into her. Her whines and whimpers almost made him abandon the whole thing until he bottomed out. "I'm there, baby, just relax," he blanketed her back, wrapping one of his arms around her abdomen and the other slithered between her upper chest and the bed. "What was that, sweetheart?" he asked in between kisses to her cheek when he heard her mumble.

"I said whatever woman said this was comfortable obviously had a boyfriend with a dick the size of a pencil. Unf," she grunted when he burst out laughing. "Stop laughing, jackass," she squirmed under him, trying to get used to the feeling of being so full.

"I'm sorry, darlin, but that was funny as shit," he kissed her cheek; nuzzling his scruffy jaw against her flesh to help her calm down. It worked too; he felt her tension ease after a few moments before she subtly pushed back into him. "Going to claim the last part of you now, Syd," he rasped in her ear, pulling out just a bit and thrusting forward. He pulled his arms out from beneath her, moving to lace their fingers once again while he slowly worked his cock in and out of her tight ass. "I have to have all of you, baby; I love you and want it all," he growled in her ear, too wrapped up in her to notice the difference in her hitched breath.

Syd was on overload from Jon's declaration of love and the faster, harder paced rhythm he had taken up. Her mind couldn't grasp anything but those two things until he pulled a hand free and an instant later, a vibrator was inserted into her pussy. Her man thought of everything because the damn thing even had a clit stimulator. "Fuck, Jon," she shouted; shifting her hips back to meet his thrusts.

"I'm not gonna last long, Kitten. I can feel that against my dick. You're so damn tight; feels so fucking amazing," he rambled out in delirium. "Cum for me, Syd; please cum for me," he grit his teeth, holding back his release.

She came in spectacular fashion; throwing her head back and wailing his name at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her cheeks from the assault on her senses. Jon stroked three more times into her before burying himself balls deep and letting go; her name came out in a low, guttural growl. Syd collapsed forward; boneless and breathless. Jon managed to remove the vibrator from within her before his chest plastered to her back.

"If I waddle tomorrow, I'll RKO you into next week," she panted; trying to calm her racing heart.