Chapter 21

Going home for her 5 days off wasn't an option.

For an hour, they stood outside of the arena heavily making out and it wasn't until they finally parted Kinsley realized she'd missed her flight home. "Shit!" She looked glanced at the watch on her wrist and back up into Jon's cloudy blues, still pinned against the building.

"What's wrong?" Jon glided his lips gently down her jaw to the arch in her neck, not moving an inch away from his Harley Quinn.

"My flight, I missed it." Kinsley frowned, leaning her head against the building of the arena and sifted her fingers through his hair again.

Jon smirked against her skin, nipping it softly and then moved to the other side of her neck to give the same treatment. "No you didn't, darlin'." He assured her in a low raspy voice, his hot breath caking her neck and ear, continuing the slow torture.

"W-What – I don't understand…" Kinsley couldn't think clearly while Jon teased the most sensitive area on her body and had to pull away to force his eyes on hers again. "My flight left 10 minutes ago…"

"No it didn't, wanna know why?" Jon softly kissed her nose and each of her cheeks, avoiding the addictive lips he wanted to spend hours exploring.

Kinsley arched a brow, the haze in her brain temporarily lifting. "Sure, enlighten me." She knew what time her flight was and making up with Jon had stopped her from making it to the airport on time.

Now a full-blown Cheshire grin replaced the smirk and his blue eyes practically glittered with mischievous intentions. "Because you're gonna be on the same flight as me and it doesn't leave for another…" Jon paused to twist Kinsley's wrist up gently to glance at the time. "Hour and a half."

It took several seconds before Jon's words sunk fully into Kinsley's brain and her violet eyes shot open, shaking her head. "N-No that's not a good idea…" Spending 5 days alone with this man couldn't happen, not so soon, could it?

"Why not?" Jon demanded in a raspy growl against her mouth, tracing the lips with the tip of his tongue and felt her body shiver against him. "You're still pulling away from me."

Kinsley heard the disappointment in his voice and rose her hands to capture his face, enjoying the slight stumble against her fingertips. "Isn't it too soon to go home with you? We need to figure out where to go from here and what we are and what happens and-" Jon stopped her rambling by softly kissing her again, pulling her from the wall finally and began walking, forcing Kinsley to break the kiss. "W-What are you doing?"

"It's cold out here and I don't want you getting sick. We're going to the airport and you're coming home with me for our days off." Jon didn't give her a choice anymore, setting Kinsley down on her feet only after opening the passenger door to his rental vehicle. "Get in."

"My stuff is in my own rental…" Kinsley quietly informed him, searching Jon's eyes to make sure he truly wanted to do this and didn't see any hints of hesitation.

"I'll get your shit. Now get in the car and buckle up." Jon ordered, pecking her mouth quickly and made sure she was in the vehicle before shutting the door.

Whether or not it was wrong, Kinsley couldn't deny Jon anything he wanted and held his hand throughout the flight to Vegas. Once they landed, it was a little after 2 AM, but didn't feel like it. Vegas was truly a city that never slept, the lights and commotion taking Kinsley's breath away. Jon was used to it, grabbing their luggage from the baggage claim area and kept his hand locked in Kinsley's while they trekked through the busy airport. He lived right off the strip, so it was a 10 minute ride to the airport and any kind of food would be delivered at all hours of the day and night. Grabbing a cab outside of the airport, Jon guided Kinsley inside while the cab driver tossed their luggage in the trunk.

"I'm warning you now, my place is bare and doesn't have much. I'm not a collector of anything and have been a nomad most of my life." Jon notified, slipping the key to his apartment in the slot along with the deadbolt, opening the door to let the violet eyed beauty inside.

Jon was not lying. He had a television on a stand and couch in his living room, nothing else. There were no pictures on the white blank walls and the kitchen was right off the living room. Kinsley walked into the kitchen to see if he had any appliances, raising a brow at the Keurig coffeemaker, which didn't surprise her. Jon did enjoy his coffee and wasn't fully human in the morning unless he consumed his weight in it. He didn't have a kitchen table to sit down to eat at or a coffee table, just the stand for the flat screen television.

"It's not much, I know, but I'm never home and don't know when I'll have to move to the next place." Jon explained from behind, resting his hands on her shoulders and slid them down her arms to remove her winter coat.

Kinsley had no response to that, not knowing what to say and leaned her head back against Jon's t-shirt covered chest since he'd removed his leather jacket. "Show me the rest of it." She requested softly, feeling their fingers lace together at her sides before their arms wrapped around her together, Jon resting his chin on her shoulder.

Steering their bodies in the direction of the living room, Jon walked with Kinsley in his arms and showed her the bathroom first. Again, not much with just enough essentials and a plain white shower curtain she was sure the apartment had when he moved in. There was only one room left, the apartment small considering the size of Jon. She expected a house at the very least and had been mistaken in all assumptions when it came to him. Kinsley would not assume a single thing about Jon ever again, learning her lesson the hard way. Jon reached out with his fingers still entwined with Kinsley's and opened the bedroom door, both standing in the doorway.

A huge king sized bed took up most of the room along with a dresser, a pile of clothes in the far corner by the window the only thing Kinsley noticed. There was…nothing personal in the entire apartment, not a shred of happiness. It was cold, unfeeling and even the white comforter on the bed made Kinsley's heart crack down the middle. Why did Jon live so…desolate? Why didn't he have pictures up like other people – like her – to show his loved ones or at least some of his accomplishments in the wrestling business? There were boxes stacked against the wall as well, not very many, but it was obvious Jon hadn't unpacked hardly anything. Just what he needed to get by whenever he had a chance to come home.

Extracting herself from Jon's arms, Kinsley spotted something sitting on top of one of the boxes and pulled it down, spreading it out with a smile on her face. It was a black leather vest with the word MOX spray-painted vertically on the back of it. Kinsley recalled noticing it in one of his CZW matches she managed to find on the internet, still not believing Jon was still walking after some of the stunts he pulled in that company. Jon Moxley still lived through Dean Ambrose in the WWE, the similarities unmistakable from the way Jon wore his hair, the clothes he wore and even his moves in the ring. The Lunatic Fringe had won a place in not only the hearts of millions, but solidified his place in the WWE just like he had as Jon Moxley in the Independents.

"Do you miss it?" She asked, breaking the silence between them and turned to face Jon while still holding onto the vest.

"Sometimes." Jon admitted quietly, not realizing he left one of his few mementos out from his Independent days and took it from her to set it back on the boxes. "Kinsley…"

"I'm scared – terrified, actually." Kinsley admitted softly, worry and desire mixing in her violet eyes for the man standing in front of her. "I-I don't mean to keep pulling away from you, but…it scares me how you make me feel."

Jon gripped her hips to pull her closer to him, wishing there was some way to ease her fears, but he had no idea how. "Then don't do it. Just let whatever happen and we'll deal with all the other bullshit later. Because all I'm concerned with right now is stripping you naked and fucking you senseless in my bed. Let's live in the now, darlin'."

"Jon…"

"Close your eyes." It was a command, his voice low and gritty by now and smiled at Kinsley's obedience. Jon moved to stand behind her, moving her silky soft dark brown hair over one shoulder to expose one side. "Clear your mind of all doubts and go with your instincts. Now tell me what you want from me."

"There's so much we need to talk about…"

"Fuck the talking." Jon pressed soft kisses against her neck and shoulder, pulling the neckline of the emerald dress to the side enough to expose the flesh while wrapping his strong arm around her waist. "Think of only me and what I'm doing to you right now – what I'm making you feel. Now what do you want from me?" He tried again, feeling her resolve melting away and felt her body shiver against him for the umpteenth time that night. "Let go, Kinsley."

Kinsley had never felt so alive, the erotic nature of Jon and what his lips did to her body igniting a forest fire within her. "I-I don't know…" She breathed out, trying to hold onto the last remnants of her resolve and failed, especially when his mouth sealed to the spot just below her ear. "Jon…"

He had her. Her breathy moan was all he needed to hear to continue and slid his free hand up the front of her dress, bypassing her panties completely, enjoying the softness of her skin. The dress was now bunched up around her mid-thighs, barely covering her panty clad backside. "How does that feel?" Jon spoke directly in her ear, stopping just below her breasts and refused to go further unless he had Kinsley's permission. "Tell me what to do next."

"Take it off…"

"What? Gotta be specific, Kinsley." Jon was toying with her, pushing her to see what made her tick and turned her on.

Kinsley groaned, not believing he was forcing her to tell him exactly what she wanted. "Take my dress off." She didn't know whether to feel humiliated or aroused right now, sucking in another sharp breath when Jon's large hand splayed against the middle of her torso. "You're burning me up…"

"Good." Jon rasped in her ear, slipping his hand from under the dress and took a step back to give them some space. "Where's the zipper?"

"On the side."

Feeling his dick jump in his jeans, Jon slid his tongue across his bottom lip and quickly removed his own t-shirt first. Then he stepped forward, clasping the small zipper in his fingers and carefully slid it down, the material loosening from her body instantly. Kinsley kept her eyes closed while Jon undressed her, feeling the dress pool at her feet and stepped out of it instinctively, another shiver overtaking her. It'd been a while since she had sex and Jon was not a small man, so to say Kinsley was nervous was an understatement. Once again, Jon's arm encircled her waist to pull her back against his chest and it was the first skin-on-skin contact they had. Overseas when they shared the rooms together, Jon always slept with a t-shirt on.

"Don't be scared. It's just us now, Kinsley, nobody else." Jon assured her, sealing his mouth to her neck and this time her hand reached up to bury in his dry auburn blonde curls. "Do you like when I kiss your neck?"

"Y-Yes…" Kinsley nodded emphatically, her voice nothing more than a whimper by now.

"What else? Tell me what you want to happen next."

She was never good at voicing what she wanted in life. Wasn't that obvious? And now Jon was demanding her to tell him exactly what she wanted to happen between them in his bedroom with a king sized bed. How was she supposed to do this? Her voice was incredibly shaky along with the rest of her body, but the nervousness was long gone. It was replaced with pure desire and need for Jon, nothing else running through Kinsley's passion hazed mind except how much she wanted to feel Jon bottomed out inside her body.

"Turn me around and kiss me." She gasped softly when Jon obeyed her command and captured her mouth with his, their tongues clashing much like earlier that evening outside of the arena. "Lift me up." Kinsley mumbled against his mouth, smiling when Jon did and wrapped her legs around his waist for the second time that night before continuing the kiss.

Jon had enough of this game, ready to get down to business and claim Kinsley in every way possible in his bed. Turning, Jon guided her down on the soft bed and hovered over her, his mouth leaving hers to trail down her jaw and neck, gently grinding against her. He wanted to her feel exactly what she did to him, how hard she made him with just soft touches and kisses. Everything about Kinsley turned him on. She moaned against the hard bulge against her inner thigh, the friction of his jeans combined with feeling his erection making Kinsley's world spin off its axes.

"Your jeans have to go."

Her hand reached down between them until it came in contact with the button, snapping them open after fumbling for a few seconds. Jon didn't stop her and groaned audibly from low in his throat when her feet pushed them all the way down his muscular legs, leaving clad in just black boxer/briefs. Reciprocating that action, Jon slid his hand beneath Kinsley's back and unfastened her bra, pulling the material off with his teeth and dropped it beside them on the bed, exposing her beautiful bare breasts to his ravenous vision.

"Much better, it was in my way."

It didn't take long before both were naked and Jon skipped foreplay for their first time, wanting to focus on just making Kinsley scream his name. And she did multiple times throughout the night. In the city of bright lights and constant noise, the screaming didn't faze anyone in the building and Jon didn't care if it did. He paid his rent on time every month and it was his fault he could make a woman climax so hard she screamed his name. Kinsley held on for dear life, losing count how many times they claimed each other. They finally collapsed in a tangled mess on the bed sometime that morning, completely spent with content sexually satisfied smiles on their faces.