Oh my word, thank you to nic-002001, xj0j0x, therealchamps and TwinPhoenixOfDark for the wonderful reviews. This chapter was inspired by a few of the past reviews, specifically from nic-002001. Anyways, please try to enjoy!

Chapter 38: We Made You

Riley had successfully snuck in a run and a small workout before she had to start getting her things packed. John had joined her on her run, the two of the ending up settling on a park bench, watching the people around them as they relaxed for just a little bit. John had slipped his arm around her shoulders, resting it on the back of the bench as the two of them breathed in deep, trying to catch their breath.

"When do you think you'll come back?" John asked, nudging her on the shoulder with his thumb. Riley's head lulled towards him, her eyes connecting with his.

"I don't know John." She whispered, wiggling her body slightly closer to his.

He lifted his leg up and crossed it over his other leg and leaned his head backwards, looking up at the vibrant blue sky. His fingers shifted from the back of the bench to curl around her shoulder, pulling her closer.

"You know I love watching you wrestle right?" John queried, shutting his eyes to shield his vision from the bright afternoon sun.

"Bullshit." Riley snorted, letting out a sarcastic laugh.

"I do. You're good! Well, for a diva." He grinned, straining his neck, flipping his face forward to rest his chin against her forehead. She snaked her hand up, running her palm against his chest.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, slipping her hand around the back of his neck, hugging him tight against her, taking in the heat his body produced against hers.

John stifled a chuckle, "considering you are a female wrestler, who are really only used to keep the male minds enticed, you are pretty good. Now if you were a man-"

"If I were a man, I would kick your ass!" Riley shot back, cutting his sentence short. She squeezed his neck, trying to inflict pain to prove her point but when John let out an amused laugh, she knew she had failed.

Slouching down on the bench a little bit, John tugged her with him, holding her even closer to his body. She let out a contented sigh and nuzzled her cheek against his chest, listening to his heart pound after their run. John leaned his own head down and placed a small kiss on the side of her head, feeling her relax in his embrace.

The thought of her being back in the ring ran around in her head. She could see herself beating Kelly Kelly for the butterfly belt. She knew all she had to do was talk to Vince and he'd want her back, even to throw her into a new story line involving Randy. Riley knew Randy could pull at Vince's mind, dragging his ideas down the Viper's own sick and twisted path.

"Riley, I miss you." John whispered, running his fingers up and down her arm, trying to comfort her.

Lifting her head, Riley's bright, sparkled filled eyes connected with John's and in that moment, something in her heart melted away. Her stomach dropped and the feeling of butterflies floating around inside her body came to life. She moved her lips closer to his, anticipating the feel of his kiss, imagining the soft flesh touching hers in an act of tender passion.

Her breath left her body as his mouth covered hers, his tongue running along her bottom lip. She snuggled her body right against his, shifting her leg to drape over her lap. She sat, in the middle of the park, straddling her best friend as he took the kiss to a whole other level.

His fingers traced up the side of her neck and cupped her face as he pulled her forward, not wanting to let go of her. She gave in with ease, shifting her body upwards and pressing her chest against his, her hands winding around his biceps, holding on for dear life.

The sound of a dog barking brought Riley back down to reality, pulling her lips away from John's as she turned around to search out the canine creature. John's hands slid down her arms, and rested on her hips, still holding on to her, not wanting her to move away from him.

"Jesus." He gasped, watching as she now turned her attention back to him.

"I'm sorry." The blush creeping up onto her cheeks.

"What would you say if I offered to take you home with me, right now?"

Riley's eyes widened at his implication. She had never even thought about looking at John as anything more than a friend before and here she was sitting on his lap, trying to fight off the desire to lock her lips on his once again. She shifted her hips and stood to stand in front of him, his large hands still on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh ever so slightly.

She turned her head away from him and stepped away from the bench, glancing back to see that he had stood up too, his hands finally leaving her hips. She threw him a smirk and looked at the path a few feet away. His eyes caught sight of the path too and his posture straightened.

"I'll race you." Riley shouted as she took off running.

John was close behind her, his arms swinging in large motions as he tried to catch up with her. Riley let out a laugh so full of life that John stumbled the tiniest bit before regaining his footing and continuing to run after her as she headed in the direction of his West Newbury home.

His eyes roamed her body as she ran. There was a newfound bounce to her step that he hadn't noticed before. Her laugh still echoed in the air, full of life and happiness. A certain swing to her hips led him to believe that maybe she was getting better. Maybe Riley was starting to deal with her issues on her own and maybe, just maybe, that was exactly what she needed to do. Perhaps she was on the road to recovery after all.

As soon as the two of them were inside the front door of his house, John threw the door shut, wrapped his hand around her wrist and tugged her back towards him. He gently pushed her against the wall before pinning her body there with his own, the smile on her face giving him all the permission he needed before capturing her lips with his own.

She let out a low moan as he tore his lips off of hers and started placing a trail of kisses down her cheek, along her jawline and finally stopping to suck gently on her neck. Riley pressed her palms against his chest, not fighting anything he was doing. For a split second she saw Wade's face flash across her mind but she pushed it away and let John take over her thoughts.

The feel of his fingertips roaming up her torso, up and under her t-shirt, pulled her mind back to where she was. It suddenly didn't matter that she had given up everything that her life revolved around, it didn't matter at all that she had been unhappy for the past few months, all that mattered was that Randy wasn't bothering her and John's kisses were the best thing in her life at that moment.

"Riley." Her breathed her name, his warm breath swirling on the side of her neck.

She tensed as his hands pushed the hem of her shirt towards the ceiling, finally feeling the coolness of the house hit her warm body as he lifted it over her head, her hair going slightly awry. She let out a shiver and hoisted her body up, pulling her weight up off the floor by using his shoulders. He shifted his own hips forward and pinned her butt against the wall as her legs wrapped around his waist, holding his body against hers.

Riley stretched her neck, giving him more access to the tender flesh below her chin. He nibbled on her throat gently and started to move away from the wall, supporting her by sliding his arms around her lower back and squeezing her tight. Turning to face the stairs, Riley glanced back at them and tensed. She had complete faith in John's strength to carry her up the stairs but she had little faith in his coordination to make it flawlessly up the stairs, especially with the added distraction of her bare stomach and bra covered breasts.

Letting out a laugh, Riley gripped John's arms tighter as he caught his toe on the second stair and stumbled forward, her butt colliding against the floor below. He leaned over her, his palms flat on the floor, his arms on either side of her face. She lifted her legs up and pushed her body up towards his, her chest snug against his as he moved forward and nipped at her bottom lip.

"John." She hissed as he made his way to his feet.

Holding his stance firm for a second, John hesitated before lifting her up again, bridal style as he continued to conquer the stairs, having only one thing in mind: getting her into his bed.

He peeled his own t-shirt off as Riley flopped onto the bed backwards, looking up at him as she took in his bare torso. For all the times she had seen him shirtless, nothing compared to how he looked standing over her, looking at her with a devilish smile toying at his lips. She smiled back at him and arched her back when he bent over her and rested her palms on her hips, pushing the waistband of her shorts downwards, trying to get them off. After letting him struggle for a few seconds on his own, Riley shoved her thumbs inside the waist of her shorts and forced them over her hips before running her hands up his sides, watching him shiver at her touch.

She pushed her feet on the edge of the bed and slid up towards the pillows, staring at him with a lust filled smile as he too shed his shorts before crawling up onto the bed, straddling her petite frame but admiring her figure. Her breasts weren't totally back to a normal size but they weren't proportional to her body. Her entire frame was smaller than he remembered before she was drafted to Smackdown but not so small as to turn him off.

"John," She paused, her tone barely louder than a whisper as she bit her lip, "I want you."

"Be patient Riley." He scolded with a boyish smirk.

Her arms raised up and grabbed hold of his shoulders, pulling his face down closer to hers. For another split second, Wade's face came across her mind, a pang of guilt hardening in her heart. John glanced into her eyes and saw the look of sadness wash over her bright eyes. She gently shook her head and locked her eyes on his, the sparkle reappearing instantly as she leaned towards him, wanting nothing more than to feel his kiss yet again.

"Hang on Ry." He whispered, pulling away right before her lips connected with his.

She panicked as he crawled away from her, dropping his stomach to the bed, reaching towards the bedside table. Her fingers brushed his back dimples, sending a shiver up his spine. Within seconds he was back on his knees, one on either side of her body, a condom in his fingers.

"You're still taking me to the airport, right?" She asked, a mild ADD spell breaking into her thoughts as she watched him holding the condom between his index finger and thumb.

"I haven't decided whether or not I want to drive you to the airport of keep you locked in my room yet." He answered with a smile, slipping his free thumb between her hip and the side of her underwear.

"Just fuck me already." She laughed, shaking her head at him in disbelief.

So, how many of you were expecting that? Review?