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Eager to see her, John was dropped by his father outside her apartment complex. The sun had set and after a perfect say spent catching up with his family, he was excited to see her once again. "I'll see you tomorrow, son?"
He grinned over to him through the open window and gave the older man a short nod. "I'll bring her, don't worry, pop." The car pulled away and he slung his duffel bag over his shoulder before walking over to the front entrance. The only problem with his surprise plan was getting into the building without her knowing.
John only hoped he wouldn't be damned to hell for what he was about to do next. He buzzed a few numbers, some of which did not answer. He couldn't blame them, most were probably sitting down to a relaxing evening, hoping not to be interrupted. But he thought at least someone in the building would be expecting someone. He continued to press any apartment that was not Jennifer's and was not close to hers either.
"Yes?"
He froze, eyes bugged out and almost forgot his plan. "Police. We need to get in to the building after... a reported domestic dispute."
A groan was heard. "Not again." He thanked his lucky stars as he was buzzed into the building.
"Thank you." The door opened and he was in within a shot. But the wait for the elevator to arrive seemed to take forever. The journey up to the eleventh floor seemed to drag on for days. The walk to her apartment seemed to stretch for miles. But finally, after nearly six months, he was here, he was back and he couldn't wait to hold her.
He just prayed she was home.
Jennifer wasn't expecting him back until tomorrow and it was Thursday. He was a day early, but that was the best part of the surprise. Then came the truth of his visit that he would be leaving on Sunday and he didn't know when he would be back next. It would disappoint her, but he hoped she would understand. He knew she would – she was the type of person to see why he made the decision.
Knocking a short rhythm, he waited. And waited. John readjusted his duffel bag, the weight dragging him down. But still, he waited. Before he could raise his hand to knock once more, he heard the sound of locks being undone quickly. She knew he was there.
He barely had time to look at her when the door swung open, as her lithe body was thrown at him. Her arms had wrapped around his shoulders and her body plastered to his. He stumbled back and grinned when he heard her jumbled words. "What are you doing here?" To emphasise, she squeezed his shoulders and buried her face into his chest, soaking up the feeling of him. "How are you here?"
He held her tight, his arms snaking around her waist and pressed his nose into her messy dark hair. The scent of fruits hit him instantly. "I came home early. I wanted to surprise you." He smiled at the happy sound she made and hugged him tighter, not even looking up at him yet. "Can I get a kiss?"
"I don't even want to let you go, in case you go again." She mumbled, standing her ground and refusing to lessen her hold.
Her words were a shot to the gut for John. She was worried about him leaving again, when in fact he was due to board a plane back to Germany in a mere few days. This was going to be harder than he thought. He was careful with how he chose his next words. "I'm not going anywhere tonight. You're all mine." John pressed a kiss onto the crown of her head.
Slowly, he felt her body slip from his, but hardly any distance had been put between them still. When she looked up at him, the smile on her plump lips spoke volumes. One of his hands cradled the back of her head as he leaned down to meet her lips in a kiss they had both been waiting six months for. He had missed this.
Small hands gripped at the fabric of his military uniform, pulling him closer to her once again. Soft lips moved against his and she could feel the slight stubble that he hadn't managed to shave just yet. A moan left her as his tongue traced the seam of her lips. Dragging him inside, the kisses grew more urgent and hands grabbed for clothing. The door slammed behind him and he dropped his duffel bag behind him. Both hands reached for her hips, pulling her back to him, meeting her pelvis to pelvis.
"I can't believe you're here." She whispered out. His lips moved to her cheek, then her jaw line before landing on her neck. Jenny relished in the slight tickle of his stubble and hurried to rid his camouflaged jacket. "This feels like a dream."
"It's real, babe." Cupping her cheeks, he forced her to look up at him. Her blue eyes were big, wide and full of wonder as she stared up. "I'm here."
Pushing up on her tip toes, she met his lips. "I've really missed you. I was so worried." He silenced her worries with another kiss.
"I missed you too, Jenny." Warm hands touched her thighs as he pulled up one of his large t-shirts she wore, to leave her clad in bra and cotton shorts.
The smile she wore was a devilish one, "Have I told you how much I love a man in a uniform?" Nails raked down his chest, sending a shudder down his spine. "Have I told you how much I love my man in a uniform?"
"Don't tease me." John cupped the back of her head, raking his fingers through her dark locks and tilting her head backwards for a kiss. His tongue met hers with a swirl. "Especially not when you owe me for all that teasing while I was gone." The sound of her laughter made his whole body hum with happiness. Being with Jenny again and hearing that laugh was a wonderful feeling. He had missed the feeling of her skin, the smell of her hair and the sound of her voice. The little things like this made everything more worthwhile. It was all for her now. She was the reason he came home.
His trail of thought was interrupted as he felt her small hands creep under his t-shirt then tug upwards. The minute he whipped the shirt off, her hands were on him, seeking out his warmth. John kissed her harder, with more vigour this time, and she moaned into his mouth. Clothes and shoes were shredded as they stumbled towards the bedroom. She didn't care how needy she came across to him right now. It had been far too long since she'd seen him and right now, she craved his flesh against hers. She craved that warmth and safety she felt whenever she was in his arms. She craved him.
A squeal escaped her lips when she was lifted into his arms. Jennifer's long arms snaked around his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his hips, keeping her pressed tightly against his hardening length. Her mouth pressed kisses into his neck, intent on leaving her mark and marking her territory. His hands squeezed her thighs while he walked in the direction of her bedroom. John couldn't hold back the groan any longer as it rumbled from his chest. They had both waited far too long for this.
Quickly navigating his way to her bedroom, he sat down on the chocolate brown covers with her securely in his lap. She peppered kisses down his cheek to his neck, squeezing her legs together tightly in anticipation. Deft fingers unplucked her bra, throwing the useless material away. He pressed his hands to her soft round breasts, squeezing. He felt the shiver run through her body as a moan reached her lips. "Oh god, I've missed this." Jenny whispered, her forehead moving to rest on his thickly muscled shoulder. "I've missed you."
John pulled back and placed his mouth over a perky nipple. He loved the effect it had on her and the power he held over her with one simple action. Her head dropped back and her hips rocked forward as she straddled his thighs. Long nails raked through his short hair as he switched to the other nipple. Her hips continued to work him into a frenzy before she gave up and wiggled off his lap to pull at his camouflaged khakis. As he kicked off the boots, she unzipped him and pulled the pants away, his boxers coming away too. He felt her hands everywhere, with every inch of him hard; he had a body that needed to be touched and admired and Jenny was more than happy to take on that job.
Flopping backwards onto the bed, John pulled her down to lie across him. This was her way of showing him how much she had missed him. He had only been in her life for seven months, but it felt like years. When he left, she felt a loss like no other. It was a painful loss; one where she never knew if he would come back to her or if he wanted to come back to her. But he was here and he was hers. He loved her. John Cena wasn't going anywhere.
A hand ran up the length of her bare back, tracing her spine. She couldn't take the anticipation building up. It been six months already, she didn't want to wait another minute, but John clearly had other ideas as he gripped her waist and effortlessly switched places with her. She looked up at him from her back, a loving look glazing over her eyes as her fingers traced the back of his neck.
The kisses started on her jawline and cheek before his lips met hers. A whimper left her lips as she pulled him down, without a care about his heavy weight across her; it was a welcomed feeling after so long apart. His tongue swiped over her bottom lip, but before she could do anything, he pulled away again. A frown creased her brow as she let out a frustrated huff. She tried to be mad at him, but it was hard to as he trailed soft kisses down her body. John seemed intent on drawing this out for as long as possible.
His hands slid down her legs, his body sliding with them, so he could remove the last scrap of lace. Catching one ankle, he trailed his lips up her thigh. "John—"
Jennifer was silenced for a brief moment as his mouth covered her, and then her moans erupted. His tongue teased her as she reached down to grip his muscled shoulder. Large hands held her down and kept her still, his fingers would surely leave a mark but she didn't care one bit. Pleasure was all she felt. The first lick of her release was rolling through her, but then all too soon, he pulled away. Wetting his lips, he crawled up her body as she lay there panting and at his mercy. She arched beneath him, soft curves molding into the hard planes of his chest. Her legs tightened around him as his hands cupped her breasts, exploring, kissing and lighting her entire body on fire.
She could feel the tip of him touching her centre, anticipation eating away at her. His mouth covered a nipple before pressing his hot lips to her shoulder. The scent of her fruity body wash filled his senses. A familiar ache settled into the pit of her stomach as he met her lips. Jennifer couldn't help herself, she needed to feel him and dragged a hand down his chest until it met his hardened shaft. Her thumb moved in circles over the tip, until he couldn't take it any longer and grabbed her hand and pushed it into the mattress. Her hips wriggled beneath him in want.
When he pulled away, she whined. "Fuck." John dropped his head to rest on her shoulder; mumbling to himself. "Not tonight. Fuck."
"John." She panted, her arousal peeking and her hips rolling against his on their own."W-What? Why did you stop?"
"I-I, uh... We can't tonight. I'm sorry." He pressed a kiss to her shoulder as an apology.
She tilted her head, thoughts of rejection swirling in her stomach and filling her with dread. "Why?"
John pulled back and rested his forearms by her head, supporting his own weight. He pushed back the stray dark hair that stuck to her forehead. "I don't have any protection with me." A sigh passed his lips and she sunk back down into the bed.
"That's it?"
"I'm sorry, babe." John met her lips in a lingering kiss, and he felt Jenny's hands wind round his neck and pull him closer. She was going to be hard to refuse if she kept at this.
"Don't worry." Came her soft, whispered voice. John pulled back and saw the smile she wore, one of pure innocence that he was ready to corrupt. She slithered away from him and hopped off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom.
John turned over and leaned back against the bed head, arms behind his head as he settled for a cold shower then a night of holding her close. He damned himself for not being better prepared and thinking ahead. This could have been avoided otherwise.
Her naked form came into view, leaning on the door frame. He let his eyes linger on her, drinking up the sight of her tanned body, round breasts and short but toned legs. Her long dark brown locks fell around her chest in messy waves, while her face glowed. He was a lucky man... and a happy one too.
"You are so lucky..." A devilish smile appeared on her lips as he finally saw the small silver wrapper in her dainty hand. She strolled to the bed, quickly moving to straddle his thighs. The anticipation building again, he cradled the back of her head and pulled her down for a kiss, tongues meeting and teeth biting. Blindly, she tore open the packet and rolled the condom down his hardened length. Sliding up his body, she braced herself on his shoulders, squeezing the thick muscle. Their lips were fused together and his hands tangled in her hair when she finally sunk down on his length.
A string of curse words left his lips. A flicker of pain registered for a brief second before the pleasure kicked in. All Jennifer heard was the sounds of their moans mixed together; she couldn't even string a sentence together in that moment. He consumed her every thought. Her head tipped back as she felt him deep inside of her. Coarse hands gripped her hips, urging on her movements. It didn't take them long to build up a fine rhythm, John letting her take complete control this time. He would let her have her time. His would come later; he would make sure of it.
John bit back a grin as he watched the concentrated look on her beautiful face. Her brows pushed together as she bit down on her bottom lip. She felt his hands on her backside, while kissing his way up her shoulder to her neck. His thrusts hit the perfect spot each time, but the moment he lifted her and adjusted her position, he lit a whole new fire inside of her. He moved deeper, with slow and purposeful strokes. She was at his mercy now as everything passed her by in a blur. John growled and grunted, as she felt her climax growing closer. His big hands were flat against her back, holding her shaking body to his, when a spew of curses left her lips. Small hands dropped from his shoulders, down his chest as her soft lips touched his, silencing the final moans to fill the room.
"Are you sure this looks okay?"
Brushing at her dark green sweater and tight skinny jeans, John gave her an exasperated look. "I've already told you ten times, you look perfect." He rounded the car and met her on the path, reaching out to pull her to him. "Your ass looks pretty perfect too." All it took was a wink to crack her serious face.
"Shut up." Jennifer brushed his hands away from her backside and strode ahead of him in her brown lace up boots. The winter winds of West Newbury whipped at them as they walked up the path to the front door.
"Thank you for coming today." John reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together and giving them a squeeze. "Means more than you realise."
Pressing a kiss to his cheek, she pulled back and squeezed his hand. "I love you." Looking straight into his eyes, she noticed the familiar spark in them when she spoke those words. "I hope they like me though."
"They'll love you." Quickly, he kissed her forehead before opening the door. The sounds of a child crying and laughter met them at the door. Beckoning her inside, He squeezed her hand once more, noticing the nervous look on her face. "Stop worrying."
"John!"
They turned at the booming voice, and it was then they found where the crying sound was coming from. A small red faced baby was cradled in the man's arms.
"Steve!" Stepping away from the brunette, he embraced the man; Jennifer seeing the similarities between them. "There's the little man!" John plucked the baby from the man's arms.
"He's been crying non-stop for the past hour. I think Amy's losing her mind." Steve shook his head and visibly sighed.
Jennifer's heart swelled ten times over as she watched John look so comfortable and natural with the small child, who couldn't be more than a year old. A smile touched her lips as she felt her biological clock tick. At 24 years old, she had never felt like this before. She didn't know until know the effect of seeing the man she loved holding a baby could have on her... it was a warm tingling sensation, a comfortable and safe feeling that spread through her body.
All too quickly, the crying was stopped as the small child stared at John, his small hand reaching out to touch his face. "Amazing." Steve stood there, shaking his head. "Couldn't have been a bit earlier, could you?"
"We know who his favourite uncle is." John grinned and glancing over to see Jennifer smiling at him. "Steve, this is Jennifer. My girlfriend." He noticed the way her eyes widened slightly, this being the first time he called her that. They knew they were together, but they had never once proclaimed it.
"Ah, the infamous, Jennifer!" Steve moved over and embraced the small brunette. "Nice to meet you finally! I'm Steve, John's older brother."
"Nice to meet you too."
"Come on, everyone's out back. Dinner isn't quite ready yet, but Amy and Mom's in charge so we'll be lucky if it makes it to the table!" With his brow raised, Steve turned and walked away.
Jennifer turned to John, seeing him completely immersed in the baby. "Who's Amy?"
"Steve's wife... and this little man is theirs, his name is Ryan." The little boy looked so tiny in the muscly arms of John Cena.
"You're quite smitten with him."
"I'm his favourite." He shrugged a shoulder and reached out his hand for her, while cradling Ryan in his other arm, rocking him gently. "What's that look for?" His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her to him, until she settled against his side.
"What look?"
He rolled his eyes and the little boy in his arms fussed from lack of attention. John shushed Ryan gently, rocking him up and down in a small bumping motion. Jennifer had to bite back the grin. There was no denying how good John was with children.
John tickled Ryan in his arms, trying to stop the cry he felt coming. The baby let out a small giggle, dimples appearing instantly. "He's definitely got the Cena charm."
"No, I don't buy it... Bull-shit! Bullshit!"
Turning to him with eyes wide, John just chuckled and reached for her hand. "They don't bite." He pulled her along beside him to the doors that were open to a large back yard, complete with decking and a pool. There were minimal flowers and garden bushes, just a never-ending expanse of grass. She could picture John and his family spending days in the sun playing Football when they were younger. He had told her stories of his childhood; his parents still happily married, five boys running around the yard with chainsaws and paper wrestling championship belts. It was a house full of noise and love.
"Son!" An older man approached them, pulling John in for a hug, slapping him on the back. "We've been waiting for you." After touching little Ryan on the chin, he slowly turned to the young woman beside his son. "And you must be Jennifer." A wide smile pulled is lips up. "John's told us a lot about you."
"Oh boy." She muttered, biting back her smile as she looked to John. He hid his smile as he tried to make Ryan laugh again.
The older man let out a chuckle before he pulled her over for a hug. "Good to meet you, Jennifer. Now come meet the rest of my knuckleheads." Kindly, he guided her over to the table full of burly men and a few women. All Jennifer could do for now, was look confident and force a smile, however nervous she was.
"You ain't got 3 kings! Bullshit!" Yelled a younger looking man, a basketball cap pulled down to his brow line.
"The whole family suffers from mild tourettes. Hope you don't mind, sweetheart." Jennifer laughed it off as she felt all eyes on her. "Meet everybody, Jennifer. This is my youngest, Sean." John Sr. tapped the tip of basketball cap the young man wore, drawing his attention away from the card game that was going on. "Matt and his wife, Shelby, and here we got Dan, his wife Jessica, and finally, my oldest, Stephen and his lovely wife, Amy. My wife's in the kitchen somewhere, You'll meet her later." The father beamed proudly, his chest puffed out slightly. "And you've met my first grandson."
"Where was our 'lovely' introduction, hey?" One of the women piped up, a slender blonde.
"Jessica, sweetheart, focus on the game and not losing." John Sr. brushed off the comment and a round of laughs were heard. "Take a load off, Jen." He pulled out a chair for her beside him.
John greeted his siblings, a series of handshakes and hugs before dropping his nephew into Ryan's mother's arms. "Here ya go, Ames. Think he needs changing."
She took her son with a beaming smile, the baby reaching for her short dark hair. "Oh, that too much of a job for you, uncle?" Amy joked as she walked inside.
John dropped down into the seat Amy had just left, conveniently next to Jennifer. "Jennifer, you are just in time... We're starting a new round." Shelby spoke up, with a southern twang that Jennifer envied.
"What's the game?"
As the cards were dealt, she picked up her hand and glanced at them. John tried to take a quick peak but she drew them back, close to her chest with a coy smile. "Good luck beating me, I'm the reigning champion." He smirked.
"Yep, never been beaten once... and he's doesn't gloat about it at all." Dan scoffed, checking out his hand of cards.
"Don't be bitter, Danny Boy."
"I don't really know how to play bullshit..."
Jessica nodded to Jennifer, "That's okay neither does Dan." Her quip earned her round of laughs and a glare from her husband. "Baby, you know it's true."
"Alright, here we go..." John Sr. spoke up, getting Jennifer's attention. "We're gonna teach you how to play, it's very simple. Trick is to get rid of all the cards in your hand, right? So I'm gonna look in my hand and see what I've got here." He took a moment to look down at his cards. "Well, what do you know, I've got two Aces here. What do you say about that?"
Glancing over at John, she saw him looking at her and raised his eyebrows at her. She looked down at the cards in her hand, studying each one of them. She had three Aces; he had to be lying. "I say bullshit."
John Sr. looked around at the other people around the table, "What'd she say? I don't think I heard that."
"I said bullshit!" Feigning her innocence didn't last long as the curse word slipped out her mouth and she felt right at home. It was in that moment that she won over the Cena family.
"Thank you, Jennifer." The older woman smiled as she cleaned the last speck of dirt in the kitchen.
"Oh please, it was the least I could do. Dinner was incredible, thank you." John's mother was the perfect Southern housewife. Jennifer had learnt that she had grown up in Texas before moving to Tampa and meeting John's father and it was there that she learnt how to cook the Southern way. Having been hiding in the kitchen for the better part of the afternoon cooking dinner, Jennifer thought the best time to bond with the woman was helping. She wanted to be accepted into their family. "I might need to steal that recipe from you one day."
"Oh honey, I will write it down for you tonight. It's John's favourite dinner. The real way to his heart is through his stomach... but with breakfast food!" The women shared a laugh and Jennifer made sure she would remember that one. "It's so nice to see Johnny happy though. And I hope you know we are expecting you to come back because it is the first time that anyone has beaten that boy at that damn card game!"
That comment brought a smile to Jennifer's lips. "Why, were all his other girlfriends bullshit losers?"
His mother, Carol, frowned with a chuckle. "What other girlfriends? Honey, you are the first girl he's brought home!" Wrapping her arms around the younger woman, Carol pressed a kiss to her cheek.
