And again, the italicized lettering is Cena's thoughts. The underlined is Trish's thoughts.

Hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any one in this story. Everything goes to its respective owners. And any names, PPV's or anything else are not owned by me. They are owned by their respective owners. Unless other wise noted.


Chapter 28: No Privacy

In the morning, John wakes up. He lifts his head and opens his eyes. Trish has one leg draped over his waist with her arm laying on top of his stomach. He slowly lifts her arm off him and puts it on the bed where he once was. He slowly slides out of bed, trying hard to not disturb Trish from her sleep. He stretches and looks around. He smiles in remembrance of last night. He's proud of his performance, in the ring but most of all out of it.

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A little while later he hears a yawn coming from the bedroom area of the hotel room. He pokes his head out of the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging from his mouth.

John: Good morning. (Trish smiles.)

Trish: Good morning. (She says this through stretching. John redirects his attention back to the bathroom, where he is getting ready for the day. She sighs and looks around the room. Their clothes are scattered all over the floor. Trish almost blushes at the sight.)

I can't even believe that was me last night. God, I was crazy... the whole night was crazy... and perfect.

She smiles a little bit more at the thought of this. She was never a person to act that way. But for some strange reason, last night she was.

Trish: Damn. (She shakes her head in disbelief.)

What an amazing night.

John's voice comes trailing out of the bathroom.

John: So, last night was pretty crazy huh? (Trish smiles, then looks around the room again. She spots her jeans on the other side of the room, hanging from the arm of the chair.)

Trish: Yea. I can't even put into words how awesome it was. (John turns the running water in the sink off and steps out of the bathroom in basketball shorts and looks at her.)

John: I can; pain. (Trish looks at him confused.)

Trish: Pain? (John nods.)

John: Yea. Look. (He turns around and points to the back of his left trapezes muscle on his shoulder. It has four deep scratch marks. Trish covers her mouth with her hands, almost embarrassed, and in shock that she scratched him like that. A small smirk forms on her lips. Her eyes are widened all at the same time.)

Trish: Oh my gosh... John, I had no clue I was doing that. (She looks at him in shock as he turns around with a grin.)

Trish: Oh my God. (She lowers her hands but still has a shocked expression.)

Trish: Awww, John I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... (He shakes his head no.)

John: Don't worry about it. It's fine.

Trish: Are you sure?...

John: Yes Trish. It's fine.

Trish: It looks like a tiger or something scratched you. (John smiles.)

John: Hey, you and your nails are the ones that did it. (He points at her.)

Trish: Yea, well you made me. (John smiles at her. She realizes what she said and smirks.)

John: We can always do it again so I get a matching set of claws on my right side. (John's teasing her. She looks at him sarcastically.)

Trish: Oh yea. Let's get right on that. Wait, let me get my Freddy fingers on. (She's being sarcastic. He smiles.)

John: Do I hear sarcasm?

Trish: No. (She's being sarcastic again. )

John: That's it. (He starts tickling her. She starts laughing, and in between laughs, she tries to stop him.)

Trish: John! Stop... John! (He laughs and stops tickling her only to kiss her. He sits next to her on the bed and keeps kissing her. Her cell phone starts ringing. She opens her eyes and looks to her left to see her phone vibrating all over the night stand. She pulls away from John's lips, sighs, and rolls her eyes. He continues kissing her on the neck as she reaches over and looks at her phone. Mickie is calling her.)

Trish: It's Mickie. Hold on. (She pulls away from John and answers the phone.)

Trish: Hey Micks. What's up? (John ignores Trish and continues sucking on her neck. Trish smiles a bit.)

Mickie: Trish, where are you?

Trish: I'm in my hotel room. Why? (John rubs his hand up and down the outside of Trish's thigh.)

Mickie: What the Hell Trish? It's noon. You shouldn't be in some hotel room. You should be at the arena already. (John keeps rubbing his hand on her thigh and begins kissing her shoulder. She pulls the phone away from her ear and covers it with her hand. She whispers to John.)

Trish: John, stop. (She's smiling. She puts the phone back to her ear. John stops.)

Trish: Gee, sorry "mom", but I over slept.

Mickie: Just because your Women's Champion now doesn't mean you don't have to show up. And I'm not your mother OK. I'm trying to help you keep your job. (John smiles and starts nibbling on her free ear. He starts rubbing the inside of her thigh. Trish starts giggling.)

Trish: John! (Mickie hears this. Trish slaps John's hand playfully and he stops for the moment.)

Mickie: John's there huh? (Mickie smiles.)

Mickie: No wonder you overslept. (John begins kissing her collarbone.)

Mickie: Well you need to keep your pants on and get your ass to the arena asap. (Mickie hangs up and Trish looks at John with wide eyes. He stops kissing her.)

John: What?

Trish: Nice one. (She smiles.)

John: I didn't see you trying to stop me. (Trish throws her hands up in defeat. John catches her hands and pins them above her head, against the head board. He starts kissing her again all the while holding her hands there. Trish laughs a little bit.)

Trish: John... (He starts kissing her neck again.)

Trish: John. (He makes a huh sound.)

Trish: John, stop. (He stops and looks at her.)

Trish: Mickie and the girls are bitching at me. (John shrugs.)

John: So?

Trish: As much as I'd love to stay here and mess around, we gotta go to work. (John sighs.)

John: Screw work. (He smiles and starts kissing her on the cheek.)

Trish: John. (Trish laughs a bit. He takes a deep breathe and gets off her.)

John: Fine. (He stands up. Trish sits up. He looks at her.)

John: Well, what're you waiting for? Your in such a rush to go to work, but your just sitting there. (Trish smiles.)

Trish: Fuck you John. (He smiles.)

John: When and where? (She rolls her eyes and stands up.)

Trish: Very cute and mature. (John smiles.)

John: I try. And speaking about trying, from the looks of it, your not trying to go to work. (A huge grin spreads across her face. John loves teasing her.)

Trish: Damn, John. Let me get ready first. I just woke up. What the Hell? Do you want me to go out looking like this? (John eyes her up and down. She's in her bra and panties. She has that crazy sex hair.)

John: Would I like it? No, not particularly. This is only for my eyes. But I'm sure everyone else in the world would like it.

Trish: Smart ass. (He smiles.)

Trish: I'm gonna go get ready. (Trish walks towards the bathroom.)

John: Hold on. Let me just wash my face real quick.

Trish: Let me use the bathroom first.

John: No, your gonna take forever.

Trish: No I won't. I'm just gonna go pee, then I'll let you wash your face. Then when your done, I'll go get ready and do my hair and stuff. (He looks at her, then nods.)

John: OK, deal. (She smiles and goes into the bathroom.)

Trish: See you in an hour. (She closes the door. He realizes what she said.)

John: Hey! (He rushes to the bathroom door and it's locked. He hears her giggles on the inside. He knocks on the door and jiggles the knob a little.)

John: Hey, that's no fair. It's not gonna take you an hour to pee.

Trish: Your right. It will for me to get ready though. (He hears the shower turn on. He laughs.)

John: Damn, she tricked me.

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An hour later, as promised, Trish comes out of the bathroom showered, dressed, and her hair and make-up done. John stands up from the bed.

John: It's about time. (He walks past her into the bathroom. They look at each other with smirks as they walk past each other.)

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Trish and John show up to the arena with their ring gear in a bag on their shoulders. Trish is holding hers and John has his. As soon as they arrive, Torrie, Candice and Melina approach them.

Torrie: It's about time you show up. You should have been here two hours ago. (John looks at Trish.)

John: You tell Trish that.

Candice: Stop being late Trish. (Trish shrugs.)

Trish: Oh well. (Melina is eying both Trish and John. Something is different about them, but she can't quite put her finger on it.)

Melina: Why do you guys look different? (Trish and John look at each other confused.)

John: What are you talking about?

Melina: There's something different with this whole picture. Something's not right. Especially you Trish. Something is different. (Mickie now comes up.)

Mickie: Oh, look who decides to show up to work. (She's referring to Trish and John.)

Mickie: If you two weren't caught up in hotel rooms, you would have been here on time. (A spark of interest ignites on Melina's face.)

Melina: Got it! (Torrie plays with her ears.)

Torrie: Ow. (She was referring to how loud Melina was.)

Candice: What now Melina?

Melina: I know why they look so different. Trish has like a certain glow to her skin. And John, he has an aura about him... (Melina closes her eyes and concentrates for a moment, taking in a long deep breathe.)

Melina: He has like a sort of confidence about him, more than usual. That can only mean one thing. (Mickie looks at Melina preparing for something crazy to happen.)

Melina: But I wanna make sure... (Melina circles both John and Trish, eying them up and down. They look at each other unsure of what to do. Melina steps up closer to Trish and examines her lips. Trish holds her head back.)

Trish: Would you get out of my face? (Melina squeezes Trish's lips and Trish swats her hand away.)

Trish: Get off me. (Melina looks at John and grabs his forearm and looks closely at his hand. Then does the same to his other hand. John looks at her like she's crazy.)

John: Does she always do this?

Mickie/Torrie/Candice/Trish: Yes! (They all scream it at the same time. Melina grabs one of Trish's boobs and John raises his eyebrows. Trish pulls away from her and swats her hand away from her.)

Trish: Would you stop doing that? (Trish is beginning to get annoyed by Melina, once again. Melina shrugs.)

Melina: Ok. (Melina reaches out and simultaneously grabs both of their crotches. They both pull away immediately startled. Trish slaps Melina's arm away from her hard.)

Trish: Melina, what the fuck! (Trish looks pissed off. John is shocked at Melina's boldness. The rest of them stand there with wide eyes.)

John: What the... (He looks kind of scared.)

Trish: You can't go grabbing people like that! What the Hell is wrong with you! (Trish grabs John's wrist.)

Trish: Especially not other people's boyfriends! (Melina looks at Trish with a stink look.)

Melina: Calm down Trish. It's not all that serious.

Trish: What's your fucking problem huh? (John takes a step back, not wanting to get in the middle of this soon-to-be cat fight.)

Melina: Trish, shh. (Trish looks at her angrily.)

Melina: God, I'm sorry. Ok? I just wanted to make sure that I was thinking on the right track. (Trish rolls her eyes.)

Melina: And I was.

Uh-oh. Here it comes...

Melina: They had sex last night. (Trish throws her hands up.)

Trish: Thanks. Thanks a lot for always throwing our business out there Melina. (The others look around at each other, almost speechless. Melina has a smug smile of victory. John just looks down, rather awkwardly. Trish looks at John, then at Melina.)

Trish: Thanks. I don't know what I'd do without you. Oh yea, I know. I'd have some amount of privacy. (Trish rolls her eyes, annoyed by Melina.)

Candice: You guys had sex? (Trish sighs.)

Trish: Ok, yes, yes. There? It's all out in the open. You all happy now you know my business? (John looks up with a nervous look.)

John: I think that's my cue to leave.

Trish: What...

John: Here. (He takes Trish's duffel bag.)

John: I'll see you later Trish. (John walks off rather uncomfortably. Trish watches him, then turns back to face Melina with a look of animosity.)

Trish: You happy? (Melina thinks about it.)

Melina: Yes. (Trish rolls her eyes.)

Mickie: I knew he was in your room but I didn't actually think you guys did anything. Not that much anyway. (Trish shrugs.)

Trish: Well what can I say? (Trish rolls her eyes.)

Melina: How was he? (They all glare at Melina with umbrage faces.)

Melina: What?

Trish: Why are you so nosy for? (Melina thinks about it.)

Melina: Because I'm Melina. That's just me. (Mickie shrugs.)

Mickie: She does have a point.

Candice: Well?

Torrie: Not you too Candy? Oh God. Melina is influencing everyone. First Trish, now you. (Melina smiles. This kind of makes her proud.)

Melina: See, if there were more people like me, everyone would be happy all the time. Because everyone would be having sex every night.

Mickie: And there would be a huge shortage of condoms.

Melina: Who said anything about me using condoms? (They all sigh at the same time. They all knew how Melina was, but she never failed to amaze them on just how bizarre she was.)

Torrie: Well, Trish? (Mickie and Trish's eyes grow wide.)

Mickie: What's with the three of you?

Melina: Come on Trish. We're like sisters. We're just curious on how it went.

Candice: Yea. This is like a huge step and we don't want anyone to fuck with our sister like that. We wanna make sure he's not trying to play you. (Trish sighs.)

Trish: Ok, for one, I'm a grown woman. I can handle myself. And two, why do you guys wanna know my entire sex life?

Candice: We don't wanna know the entire thing. We just wanna know about John. You seem really into him and we don't want him to hurt you.

Trish: You guys do realize that I'm not 5, right?

Candice: Yea. We just wanna protect our girl. (Trish thinks about it then takes a deep breathe.)

Trish: Fine. (Melina, Candice and Torrie all smile while Mickie sighs.)

Mickie: Am I the only normal one here? (No one seems to hear her.)

Melina: Wait. First tell me. Was he good? (Trish smiles and nods.)

Trish: Yea.

Melina: How good?

Trish: Let's just say that he was the best.

Melina: So I'm guessing he was big? (Trish smiles.)

Trish: Yea.

Melina: How big? (Trish thinks about it. Mickie can't believe that Trish is actually talking about this.)

Trish: I'm not good at measuring by eye, but let's just say that he hurt a little bit. (Melina's eyes grow wide.)

Candice: So how'd it even start?

Trish: Long story. Well, we both kinda knew we were gonna do it. We wanted to have a celebration for winning the belts. Well when we got back to the hotel room, he had to go to his room for a minute. Then guess who came.

Candice: John?

Trish: No Candice. Not John. It was Chris. (Trish makes a disgusted look upon saying his name.)

Mickie: Ewww, Chris? As in Chris Jericho? What the fuck does he want? (Mickie gets annoyed every time someone mentions Chris's name. She knows what he put Trish through, and she hated him for that.)

Trish: He wanted me back and blah blah blah. I of course, turned him down and slammed the door in his face.

Melina: Where does the sex come in?

Trish: I'm getting there Melina. (Trish is becoming agitated by Melina again.)

Trish: Anyways, John came back and we talked a bit and I had to tell him that Chris came back.

Candice: What did John do?

Trish: He thought I took him back. But I explained everything to him and one thing led to another and here I am now, having to explain everything. (Trish gives Melina a dirty look. Melina puts her hand up like she's trying to stop Trish.)

Melina: Wow, back up. I wanna hear about the sex. That's the best part. (Torrie and Candice nod in unison, agreeing with Mickie. Trish swallows.)

Trish: Fine. Well, we were making out and whatever then he...

Melina: Oh! I know! (She raises her hand like she's in school, requesting permission to speak.)

Trish: What Melina?

Melina: I know what happened next.

Trish: Well since you already know, why are you asking?

Melina: Because I want you to tell us. (The girls nod again and Trish rolls her eyes again.)

Trish: He, you know, played with me a little and went down on me, I did the same and then we did it. There? Happy? (Melina thinks about it.)

Melina: Not really. I want more details. (Trish looks at her like she's crazy.)

Trish: No. (Melina makes a disappointed look.)

Melina: Why not?

Trish: I didn't plan on having everyone knowing my business in the first place. And I'm not exactly all that comfortable talking about it either.

Melina: Well I am. I'll tell you exactly, detail by detail, of my sex life. Wanna here? (They all shake their heads no.)

Melina: Well, this one time when Jomo became ECW Champion, he wanted a celebration. So I gave him a strip tease and he threw quarters at me, which turned me on more and... (Trish and the others look at Melina like she's crazy and begin to slowly walk away.)

Melina: So then I ripped the rest of my clothes off and... (Trish and her friends are now walking away down the hall and Melina doesn't seem to notice. She keeps rambling on by herself about sex she's had. Ron Simmons comes up and looks at her like she's crazy.)

Melina: … And he started fingering me and I just couldn't take it anymore and I jumped on him and rode him like a horse and... (Melina finally looks around and notices her friends have left her. She notices Ron Simmons standing there. She knows exactly whats coming next. He hesitates for a moment.)

DAMN!

Everybody's favorite word is shouted by Ron so loud, Melina jumps. Ron walks off and Melina stands there like she's been served.

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John turns the corner heading for his locker room, when a blonde steps in his way. He takes one look at her, and his heart sinks.

Oh hell no.

John: What the Hell do you want Stacy? (He sounds harsh. She just looks at him, her ex boyfriend. John and Stacy Kiebler dated a year ago for six months. Meanwhile, the former ex champions, Edge and Lita, happen to be walking in the same direction. They notice John and Stacy up ahead, so they stay back, watching and observing.)

Stacy: John, I miss you.

John: Stace, we went over this already. We're done. (She looks at him sadly and pulls on the collar of his t-shirt as if she's begging him.)

Stacy: Johnny, come on. I can't live without you. (He practically has to pry her hands off his shirt because she's gripping it so hard.)

John: No. I've told you this a thousand times already. We're through. Your just too much for me to handle. (She looks like she's about to cry.)

John: And you with the tears, stop it. Your always crying. It's been like a year. Suck it up, and move on already. I have. (This drives her crazy. She starts panting and breathing heavy. She pulls her own hair really hard causing John to flinch a bit as she rips a strand of her own hair out.)

John: Have you been taking your medication? (She starts shrieking at the top of her lungs like a kid throwing a tantrum.)

Stacy: Fuck you John! (She's screaming at the top of her lungs. John looks at her almost scared. Edge and Lita make the same expression as John. They are actually afraid for him.)

Stacy: You told me I was the only one!

John: Stacy...

Stacy: But your nothing but a fucking liar! (She pounds her fists into his chest. He grabs her wrists trying to calm her down.)

John: Shh. Stop... (Tears are pouring down her face.)

Stacy: I thought you loved me!

John: Yo, shut up.

Stacy: Fuck you John! Fuck you! (Crew members begin to start looking at them. John is getting embarrassed by her. He's trying to hold her wrists so she calms down, but it's not working. She's thrashing around like a mad woman.)

Stacy: I hate you!

John: Would you shut the hell up? (John has a low tone, trying not to cause a scene for himself. Crew members see she is out of control and come over, pulling her away from John.)

Stacy: You can go straight to Hell! (They are able to finally restrain her.)

Stacy: You and your whores can go burn in Hell! (They grab her and begin to escort her out of the arena as John looks at her with an annoyed look. She keeps screaming towards him as she is dragged away. He feels a stinging on the right side of his neck. He puts his finger to it and feels that she scratched him with her nail in the midst of all the chaos. He takes a deep breathe and shakes his head out of disbelief.)

She's fucking crazy.

END OF CHAPTER 28