The One That Got Away

Chapter 13

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It didn't really happen. I made it up.

A/N: A huge thank you to pinayprincesa, nattiebroskette, and alibob687. You guys are awesome :) I hope you enjoy this little chapter. We'll see where this takes us...:) Love you guys lots and lots XoXoXo

Wade and London were practically inseparable, saving the couple of times she went off to dance with her girlfriends. The pair was quite flirty, though London wasn't quite giving in to him fully. She had crossed the line to being pretty drunk. Wade wasn't quite on her level, but he was certainly passed being buzzed. Randy and John kept an eye on the two nearly the entire time, not wanting to let him get away with anything.

"I forgot that you can be fun," London told Wade, as the two laughed. She was standing with her back facing the wall. Wade was standing in front of her. They both held drinks in their hands.

"I have my moments," he replied, a goofy smile residing on his lips.

"Apparently."

"You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" he asked her, his tone softening.

"Are you trying to hit on me?" she flat out questioned.

"No. I'm being sincere. If I wanted to hit on you, I'd say something to the effect of 'damn, you're fucking hot. Wanna go back to my room and fuck?'" he replied.

"No. That would be what you'd have to say to get hit."

"I don't think you'd do that."

"I have before. I've also hurricanrana'ed your ass."

"From my recollection, I've also given you a European Uppercut."

"You're right. Maybe I should go find some other guy to hang around with," she shot with a smirk.

"Well, that'd be a terrible idea."

"Oh yeah? And why is that?"

"Because…none of them are in love with you the way that I am."

"Wade…" she breathed.

"What?! It's the truth."

"Can we seriously not do this? I'm drunk, and I really just wanna have fun," London protested.

"Fine," he relented. "But you do look really hot tonight."

London rolled her eyes. "Are you trying to sleep with me?"

"No," he quickly replied. "But I wouldn't be against it."

She chuckled. "I haven't slept with anyone since you," she told him. "Wait…yeah. That's true."

He raised an eyebrow. "So, maybe my birthday gift to you should be taking you back to my hotel room and giving you some of what you've been missing," he suggested.

"You're such a pig," she muttered. "But…we'll see where the evening takes us."

"Oh really?"

London shrugged. "Maybe." She tried to suppress the grin forming on her lips.

"You know, it's getting pretty late," he told her.

"Yeah," she agreed.

"I can walk you back to your hotel," he offered.

London thought for a moment. "Okay," she accepted his offer, taking one long, final drink from her glass. He gently took the glass from her, finished his beer, and brought them to the bar. She made her way over to her friends, who were still there, including Nattie.

"Hey guys. I'm gonna go back to the hotel," she told them, slightly slurring her words.

"Oh? Your room? Or Wade's?"

She grinned. "Mine."

"London, don't do anything stupid," Randy warned her.

"Hey! She's a big girl. She can make her own decisions," the blonde protested.

"But she's drunk," he shot back.

"So? It's Wade. It's not like he's some stranger."

Randy rolled his eyes. "I think I'd prefer if it was some stranger. Just don't do anything you'll regret in the morning."

"I won't," London replied.

She made her way around the group, saying goodbye, before making her way back over to Wade, who was waiting for her. He rested his hand on her lower back, guiding her towards the exit. She felt nervous and excited, unsure of what was in store for the rest of the evening.

Once the pair was outside, walking the one block to their hotel, Wade took her hand in his. "I'm really impressed that you can still walk in those shoes with how much you've had to drink tonight," he observed.

"Trust me, I've taught myself well. I can walk in probably any conditions without a problem."

He chuckled. "I guess that's an important skill to have."

"You have no idea."

"The bright side is that we can talk and see each other without having to sneak around."

"There's a first," she agreed. "Because last time when everyone found out about us, you stopped talking to me."

"I know. I'm a bloody moron, to say the least."

"The absolute least," she muttered.

"I'm a fool, London," he told her. "A complete fool."

"Yup," she agreed with him wholeheartedly.

Wade and London walked into the hotel, through the automatic doors, and headed towards the elevators. He pushed the 'Up' button, still holding onto her hand. She felt anticipation running through her entire body. "What floor are you on?"

"The ninth," she replied, glancing at him.

"Really? So am I."

"Oh. I'm in 921," she told him.

"I'm in 904."

"Oh…"

The elevator doors opened. The pair got inside. Wade hit the button for the ninth floor. The doors shut, leaving the two alone in the elevator car. She let go of his hand and stepped in front of him, facing him.

"You know, you have a real set of balls on you," she said.

He furrowed his brow. "Yeah? And what makes you say that?" he questioned.

"Because it isn't fair for you to think you can treat anyone however you want and just weasel your way back into their lives."

"To be fair, London, at no point during the evening did you tell me to bugger off."

"I'm just saying," she replied. "You can't use your good looks and charm to get into my pants."

Wade chuckled. "Good thing you're not wearing pants tonight, then," he retorted.

"You know what I mean."

"Yes, I do, London. But I can promise you that I'm not bringing you to your room without the expectation of sleeping with you," he assured her.

"I bet," she shot.

"London, I'm being serious. I'm not trying to get into bed with you. I'm trying to be an honest gentleman," he told her, his voice serious.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm not some random chick, Wade," she told him.

"Trust me, I know. You're the furthest thing from that. You mean a hell of a lot more to me than you probably realize."

The elevator doors opened. London turned and walked out, closely followed by Wade. She pulled her keycard out from the breast of her dress. Wade watched her walk down the corridor from behind her. He wasn't lying when he told her that he wasn't expecting her to sleep with him. But he couldn't lie…he certainly wouldn't have had a problem if she wanted to. Wade was quite sure that he wouldn't be getting that close to her tonight. But that didn't bother him in the least. He was just incredibly happy to have been able to spend most of the evening with her.

The pair approached her room. Wade stepped up behind her. London turned around to face him, her back against the door. "I really appreciate you walking me to my room," she said, giving him a small smile.

"Of course, love. I hope you enjoyed your birthday. I know I really had a great time with you," he said. London took a step towards him and wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging him. Though he hesitated for a moment, a bit taken aback from the unexpected physical contact with the woman he was completely in love with, Wade wrapped his arms around her. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. London looked up at him and gave him a genuine smile. He felt his entire body overcome with happiness.

"I had an amazing night," she told him. "And I know that I'm a little drunk, but I'm really happy that you came tonight."

"Me, too," he agreed, as she pulled back from their embrace.

London thought for a moment, knowing that she was really pushing it. "Do you wanna come inside?" she invited him. "Not to have sex or anything. Just to talk or whatever. I just really like being near you. I guess I forgot how good it feels to be with you."

He smiled. "Alright," he agreed. She gave him another smile, her heart racing, as she turned around. She quickly unlocked the door. London pushed it open. The two entered her hotel room. London shut the door behind them and turned to Wade.

"Sit" she invited, sitting on the couch. Wade sat next to her. There was an uncomfortable, tense silence between the two. "You know, as much as I hate to admit it, I've really missed you, Wade," she finally admitted to him.

"I've missed you more than anything," he spoke up. "I've thought about you every single day since I met you."

"Really?" she asked. Wade nodded. She brought her hand onto his face, her thumb gently caressing his cheek. "It feels so good to finally see you and be with you." He felt his heart begin to pound in his chest. Wade wanted to kiss her, but he didn't want to risk pissing her off.

"Lon…you have no idea how happy I am that I've gotten to see you and talk to you tonight. I've been wishing for this since you left."

She smiled at him. "Wade…I really want you to kiss me," she told him.

"Are you sure about that?" he questioned. London nodded. He smiled and took a deep breath, before leaning in and bringing his lips onto hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Wade brought a hand onto her hip. Their kiss deepened, as they became increasingly more enamored with each other than they had been…and that was saying something.

Finally, London pulled back. They were both out of breath. Her eyes looked into his, as she smirked. She stood up from the couch and pulled him up with her. London pulled his head down to hers, effectively crashing his lips against hers. Wade's arms encircled her waist. Pulling her body against his, she had one hand on the back of his head with the other resting on his bicep. The pair continued to make out, as she began backing them up towards her king-sized bed.

Wade pulled back. "Lon, I didn't come here to sleep with you," he said, not wanting her to think that he planned this.

She gave him a confused look. "You don't want to?" she questioned him.

"Oh…no. Trust me, I do. I'd be all too happy to sleep with you. But I don't want you to feel taken advantage of."

"It's my birthday, you know. I want to have a very happy birthday. Being with you would make it that way," she told him.

"Are you sure?"

London bit her lower lip and nodded slowly. She sat on the edge of her bed and took her heels off. She stood back up and turned her back to Wade. "Can you unzip me?" she asked, in an innocent tone.

Wade nervously reached for the back of her dress and slowly pulled the zipper down. Once he had pulled it down completely, London turned to face him. She pulled the dress down, so it pooled at her feet. Wade's breath got caught in his throat at the sight of her. Her eyes watched his, as he stared at her body, only clad in her bra and thong.

"Can you give me what I need from you?" she asked him, her expression a combination of seductive and loving. He slowly nodded and pulled her back into his arms. She hopped up onto his body. His hands rested on her rear end. London's arms were around his neck, her legs around his waist. "I love you, Wade," she spoke against his mouth.

"I love you, too, sweetheart," he replied. She reached to the collar of his shirt and began unbuttoning it, while Wade kicked his shoes off. He carefully unbuttoned his sleeves. London hopped back off of him and pulled his shirt out of his pants. She finished unbuttoning it, and he pulled it off, as she began working on his belt and pants. He pulled his white undershirt off, as she began pushing his pants over his hips and down his legs.

Wade stepped out of his pants, as they rested around his ankles. He reached down and pulled his socks off. The pair then paused and took in the sight of each other. London rested a hand on his waist, her other hand running up his body. Her hand found its way onto the back of his neck, pulling his face back to hers, as their lips met again. She turned them around, so his back faced the foot of the bed.

London gently pushed him back onto the bed. He sat on the edge of it. She climbed on top of him, straddling him. His hands were on her hips, as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She slowly pulled the garment off, tossing it aside. Wade's eyes found their way to her breasts, enjoying the view he hadn't been privy to in over three years. He, then, looked back up at her. She smiled at him.

Wade began placing small kisses on her chest and breasts, bringing one of his hands off of her hip and onto her breast. She enjoyed how he made her feel for a few moments before pushing his torso back onto the bed. London stood up and grabbed the waistband of his boxers and, with his help, pulled them off.

"Scoot back," she instructed him. He acquiesced, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down her legs, stepping out of them. She crawled onto the bed and straddled his body, grabbing onto his manhood. His eyes rolled back into his head upon feeling her touch his incredibly sensitive erection. She guided him to her heated core. London let out a loud groan, as he filled her up in a way she hadn't experienced in quite some time.

Once she had Wade fully inside of her, London remained still for a few moments, allowing her body not only to adjust to his size but to having a penis inside of her for the first time in a few years.

"Oh my God," she breathed. "You feel amazing."

"I forgot how incredible it feels to be inside of you." She smirked at him and slowly began lifting her body up and lowering it back down. His hands grasped her hips, as she began picking up speed. Wade turned them around, so he was on top of her. His upper body hovered over hers, one hand on the bed, next to her head. The other hand was grasping her thigh. He held it against the side of his body, as he began thrusting into her with much more enthusiasm. She began moaning loudly. He sat back on his heels, his hands grabbing her waist, as he used his strength to hold her up and thrust into her. Wade brought one hand off of her hip and brought his thumb onto her sensitive core and began rubbing her.

London let out a loud pleasurable groan, feeling the sensation of his thumb on her. Her hand grasped his arm that was still on her hip. Between the feeling of having him thrusting into her paired with the feelings she felt, as a result of the manual stimulation he was manually giving her…literally, London was overwhelmed with a euphoric pleasure, losing control.

Wade was also finding himself overwhelmed. He had sex since he'd been with London, but there was no comparison when it came to doing it with her. Just her being there with him made it a completely different level of excitement and pleasure. She could always bring him to the edge within a couple of minutes.

"Wade, I'm gonna…" Her grasp on his arm got tighter, as her eyes shut. London's release was exactly what he needed to set him off. The two climaxed together with a series of moans and gasps. Wade laid his upper body on top of hers, his head on the pillow next to her head.

The pair remained wrapped up in each other for a couple of minutes, as they tried to catch their breath. Finally, he rolled off of her and onto the bed next to her. Wade held out his arm. London cuddled up against him, as he wrapped his arm around her. He leaned down and caught her lips in one final kiss, before the two fell asleep, still wrapped up in each other.