LOVE, IN ALL ITS FORMS

A/N : Hey everyone! I'm sorry for the long wait, I had a very busy month. But I'm back now, and as promised, I wont go anywhere until the end of this story! And this story is looong from finished :D.

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Chapter 10 : A New Beginning

She watched his steady breathing, feeling fascinated by the simple thing. In fact, everything about him fascinated her. The way he made her feel, the way he could be the perfect man, and Satan in a human form, all at once…his mysterious way of functioning, his mysterious past…Torrie had once sworn that she would find out everything there was to find out about John Cena; that she would brake through all his walls…And she was slowly getting there. They were now together, and Torrie had never been happier. There were a few times, since the night before when he had locked her in a passionate kiss in front of millions of viewers, where she would still feel oddly surprised at the turn of events, at the fact the John was now her boyfriend. She still remembered, almost too clearly, how he had treated her the past month, how he had insulted her, made her cry…Was that why she had fallen for him? In any case, he made her feel the way no man had ever made her feel. And now he was "hers", and that aroused even more feelings for him…feelings she didn't even know existed. And she loved every single one of them.

She gently laid her hand on his, still looking on at his sleeping form.

Wow…He's never seemed so peaceful…

Ever since the end of last night's Raw, Torrie's heart had been filled with joy, and it was all because of him. After leaving the WWE buildings, they had gone back to their hotel room. There they watched a movie, ordered pizza, and simply talked and laughed together, with John occasionally teasing her every now and then. But she adored the teasing. They had really acted like a normal couple, something Torrie thought she'd never get used too.

Our relationship has definitely changed in the past few weeks…I like it.

After that, they had simply gone to sleep. No sex. And she appreciated the fact that he hadn't made too much of a suggestive move towards her, even though they had already done it once…and that it had been amazing. It showed that he respected her, something he had never shown towards anyone before.

Torrie was suddenly brought back to reality, when John's lips began moving.

"I don't know much 'bout relationships…" He mumbled, eyes closed. "But I do know that it's the guy who's supposed to do the staring…"

Torrie let out a small laugh. It felt good having a boyfriend who made her joyful; even before Billy, none of the men she'd ever dated made her laugh, blush or even smile the way John did.

"How did you know I was looking at you in the first place?"

"'Cuz I know everything, dumbass. Get used to it."

John slowly opened his eyes, only to find Torrie viciously slapping his arm.

"Don't call me a dumbass! You're supposed to be sweet to me now. You do know what the word "sweet" means don't you Cena?" Torrie asked him, a sneaky smile forming her angelic face.

"'Course I do, Wilson. But I ain't gonna be sweet, 'cuz admit it…" John inched towards her, covering her waist with his strong arms. "The whole bad boy thing turns you on…" He seductively whispered.

Torrie giggled once again, before laying a soft kiss on his parted lips. She then looked intently into his deep blue eyes, and finally decided to ask the question that had been bugging her since the previous night.

"John, this whole relationship thing…It isn't too weird for you, right? I mean, it's completely different to what we're used to…"

John seemed pensive, but only for a short time.

"It is different…But it's better." He answered, giving her one of his rare, innocent smiles.

She approached his lips again, but this time, John backed away.

"What's wrong?" Torrie asked, worried.

"Torrie…I meant what I said before…I don't know much 'bout serious relationships…I ain't good at them."

"And you think I'm a pro? Did you see who I was married to?"

"Yeah, but…Just don't expect too much from me, aight? At least not right now."

"I won't John." She replied, shaking her head. "I don't want to go too fast either."

"Good then."

"Good."

"Good…"

Now that the serious talk was delt with, John and Torrie simply smiled at each other. There wasn't much left to do: they were two top Superstars, with obvious strong feelings for one another, a mind-blowing chemistry, who found themselves in the King-size bed of one of the fanciest hotels in all of Massachusetts.

Knowing that John didn't want to seem to be pushing her, Torrie placed herself on top of his muscular body, and immediately attacked his waiting lips. John flipped her over; now he was on top. He made quick work of her neck; biting, sucking, kissing…particularly the part right below her ear. He knew that that particular spot on her body send shivers up and down her spine.

How does he already know where my soft spot is…Wow, he can really make me do anything just by touching it…

Just when John was starting to slide off her silk pajama shorts, Torrie's cell began ringing.

"Ugh…Don't answer." He told her, nibbling her bottom lip.

"John, John I have to…It's the "Larger than Life" song playing."

He pulled back, and looked at her confusedly.

"So?"

"Means Vince is calling."

John playfully rolled his eyes, and freed Torrie from her trapped position.

"Hey Torrie!" He yelled as she made her way towards the ringing phone. "What song you got when I call you?"

""Shut Up" from the Black Eyed Peas."

She briefly turned in his direction, flashed him a fake smile, and then answered her boss.

John simply looked amused, almost devious. He was going to get back at her; he had the ultimate weapon.

His lips on her neck, and she'd be begging for mercy.

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"-And that speech! Wow, was that a tear-jerker!"

Torrie nodded mechanically, as she had been doing for the past half hour. Vince had been going on and on about her now extremely famous storyline with John Cena; about how original it was, about how excited everyone was about it…She'd heard it all before.

Of course, having Vince McMahon simply compliment one of his Superstars was a rare thing, and she knew that most of them would probably kill to be in her place. Especially the Divas.

They all want a piece of John…Too bad for them. Whoever so much as looks at him will get their eyeballs ripped out of their sock-

"Torrie! Are you listening to me!" Vince demanded, in an angered tone.

"Yes, boss."

"Oh Torrie, you don't have to call me "boss"…" He gave her a sweet smile. Very few people knew that Mister McMahon was actually a very kind-hearted man, although he would never admit to that. And Torrie, along with Stephanie, were his two weaknesses.

"You know, your father would be very proud of you right now. You've accomplished so much."

Torrie tried cracking a smile, but ended up staring at the floor. Speaking of her father was a very delicate subject, even till this day.

Vince, obviously noticing her change of mood, quickly changed topic.

"You know, I still remember a few weeks ago, when you came to me begging not to manage Cena."

"Yeah." Torrie now seemed relieved. "I remember that day too." She especially remembered the part Kane wounded her arm, that same day.

"And now look where the two of you are! This, Torrie, this is why I always say that the WWE is magical! Magical! But I'd never thought before of doing a romantic storyline…I mean, I've done sexual storyline…Oh yeah, have I done sexual storylines…"

He's such a cute weirdo…Just like Steph. Shit! I'm going to be late for Trish and Stace…

"-Anyways Torrie, as you know, I am a very busy man." Vince suddenly stood up, the same way his daughter had done two days ago. But before he could force her out the door, Torrie hastily got out of the office.

"I'll be seeing you around Torrie, with Cena next to you!" Vince snickered at his own joke, and then closed the door.

Torrie let out a breath of relief; she was now "free". Taking a quick glance at her watch, she began running. She was already late for her meeting with her two best friends, who were waiting for her at the mall. Torrie and Trish had decided to help Stacy choose a wedding dress.

In the midst of her spontaneous exercise, Torrie thought happily about Stacy Keibler. All her dreams were finally going to come true: she was going to have the perfect wedding, with the perfect man, Randy Orton. He loved her with all his heart, and Torrie had no doubt in her mind that there romance would last, if possible, forever. Randy was a good man, and he had contributed a lot in her relationship with John. Without the Legend Killer, she might never have been so determined in getting to know John Cena. She had a lot to thank Randy Orton for, not only because he made her friend happy, but because she was now happy.

John makes me happy…

While in her dreamland, Torrie suddenly found herself pulled into the supplies cupboard. A flashback of Kane's attack ran through her head; but she knew immediately that the tongue shooting down her throat wasn't unwanted; it was John's.

Pinned against the wall, with barely any room for movement, Torrie let him have his little tongue party. All she wanted to do at that moment was rip off his shirt and bite him…She loved it when he kissed her savagely. But she also loved her friends, and she knew that they'd be very pissed if she didn't get to them soon.

"John…John…" She tried to mutter, in between steamy kisses. "I…this is really…a bad…bad time."

John backed up, but he still had her stuck between his body and the wall.

"Aw, c'mon Wilson…You know you want me." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"What I want…" She forced herself to say, as she still felt John's hot breath surrounding her. "Is to leave."

"You sure about that…" His eyes hovered over her neck.

Torrie knew what he was thinking.

"John, don't you dare go near that spot."

John only inched towards her neck. He was preparing for the kill.

Oh no, not that spot…not that spot…Trish and Stacy are going to kill me!

Like a predator attacking its prey, John molested her neck; especially the space right below her ear. Torrie knew that she would give into anything when someone even touched her soft spot; and John knew it too.

She felt her legs shake…Her butterflies going wild. She was getting wet. John really had her exactly where he wanted her…Well, not exactly. Yet.

To hell with Stacy and Trish! They can hit me with whatever they want…this is so worth it.

Rolling her eyes in the back of her head, Torrie happily slid down the wall she was trapped against. And John was right on her trail.

She was getting ready for the ride of her life.

And anyone passing by the cupboard that afternnon knew that she was having the ride of her life.

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"Ok, so the dress…Done. The cake…Done. The invitations…Done! Wow, I'd say this was a pretty successful day!" Stacy Keibler beamed ecstatically.

"Yes, very successful…" Trish turned towards Torrie, whose hair blonde hair was a right down mess. Her face was flushed. "Wouldn't you agree, Tor?"

"Oh, sweetie…It's not because you still haven't had wild sex with the man of your dreams, that you should act all jealous. Wouldn't you agree, Trishy?"

The three bombshells laughed, as they continued chit chatting over their Starbucks café lattes. They had met, as planned, in the famous Crystal Mall of New York; although Torrie had joined the girls an hour past scheduled.

"I still can't believe John Cena turned out to be the man of your dreams. I mean, after everything he's put you through…I'm still shocked."

"I'm still a bit "shocked" too, Trish. But…I don't know, I think we can really make this work."

"So, Torrie…Wouldn't you say that love is amazing?" Stacy made sure to emphasize the words "love" and "amazing".

"Whoa, slow down there tiger! I've never really fallen in love before-"

"Wait, are you trying to tell us that after all that's happened between you and John, a.k.a "the thing", you're still not in love with him?!"

"It's only been a month Trish! Well, a little more than a month…But love is a strong word, and I'm not going to say that I'm in love until I'm sure of it."

"Don't worry honey…" Stacy patted Torrie's hand gently, as if to comfort her. "You will be soon."

Torrie couldn't help but smile at her sweet friend. Ever since Stacy had fallen in love, she'd had a different out look on life itself. Everything to her just seemed…brighter, better. She'd never seen her long-legged friend so alive.

"Ok ladies, love ya' and leave ya'" Torrie announced while standing up. "I have to go buy a few things."

"Alright Tor! I'll see you later!"

"Bye hon!"

Torrie left the café while waving at her friends, and made her way across the mall. Every few minutes someone could up come to her and ask for an autograph, and she would gladly oblige. Torrie was the type of Superstar who would do anything for her fans.

She then entered the famous sexy lingerie boutique, La Perla.

This time, his jaw's going to be the one to drop…

Finally settling on a red cashmere lace bustier, with a soft stretch lace bodice and a matching g-string, she made her way to the counter.

"Excuse me. Hi, um, do think you might have this piece in black, please."

The woman sitting behind the marble desk finally raised her head to look at Torrie. Her wide, hazel-colored eyes were puffy and wet. She had obviously been crying.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. Yes, I'm fine." The woman hastily answered, while wiping her eyes with her sleeve. She offered Torrie a shy smile. "Sorry about that. Ok, so…this in black? Yes, I think I just might have it."

The lady, who wore a casual brown dress, made her way around the counter, and towards the shelves filled with woman's underwear. Torrie followed her, and she noticed a Chinese inscription tattooed on the back of her neck. Her dark hair was held up in a loose bun, and although not skinny, her figure was curvy and attractive.

"You're one of those wrestlers, aren't you? WWE?"

"Yeah, Torrie Wilson."

"Oh I see…Well, you're even prettier in person."

"Thank you." Torrie blushed lightly. Although thousands of people have been complimenting her for the past six years, she still felt very touched.

"So what does your tattoo stand for?"

"Oh, this…" The woman touched the back of her neck. A strange expression appeared on her face, one that Torrie couldn't read. It reminded her of the mysterious looks John would sometimes have. "It's the name of a man I used to be with." She answered, while pulling out the Diva's requested lingerie. "Aren't you dating one of the wrestlers? What's his name…John Cena?"

"Yes, I am."

"In real life too?"

"Yeah, very much so." Torrie replied, almost proudly.

"That's nice." The woman said, while Torrie paid for the underwear. "Here you go. You have a nice life there, Torrie."

"Thanks! You too…um…sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

The mysterious smile appeared on the woman's face again.

"Helen."

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Dumdumdum…! Didn't expect that last little word there, did ya' :P Well, for those of you who don't understand what I'm talking about, here's a hint : Chapter 7, The Aftermath, during the John and Randy conversation

Well, I know this chapter isn't very long. And I decided to make this chapter more light hearted than anything else, I hope you enjoyed it. It's good to take a little time-off after the drama every now and then…But I guarantee you, there is still lots of drama to come, so stay tuned!

I'll try to post up the next chapter as soon as I can, which hopefully won't take too long!

Lots of love,

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