Chapter 38: What Do You Want From Me?

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November 16th, 2010: San Antonio, Texas

Survivor Series was approaching soon in Miami, Florida, and the weeks leading up to it have been nothing but extremely busy. It's been nothing but public appearances, house shows, photo shoots, interviews, and autograph-signing sessions for weeks, and by now I was just so exhausted. Last night we just had a house show in Austin, where I defended my WWE Women's Championship against Michelle McCool and Natalya in a Triple Threat match. It was hard to escape that Sharpshooter Nattie had put me in last night, so today I was just worn out. I sure wonder how I'm going to cope with tonight's match against Beth, who's a beast in the ring.

Boy, am I anxious for that Christmas break to come soon. I can't wait to fly back to jolly ol' England and see my folks back home. Even though our entire family's migrated to the United States, my parents and Kyle are flying back to Surrey and reunite with my grandparents and have a Christmas party with all of our family and friends back in Surrey. Teddy's giving us a week off for Christmas, so I've only got that week to spend with my family. Thankfully, the last show before the break is going to be in England, so it's going to be quick and easy travel for me. This year, I'm planning to bring John along with me back to England so I could show him around my hometown of Surrey, England. He's already shown me around Palos Verdes, which by the way, was gorgeous, but I haven't had a chance to show him around my real hometown, not San Francisco, but Surrey.

Speaking of John, his nose is completely fixed back, which means no more annoying broken nose guard, and true to this word, we did indeed proceed straight to the celebrations right after we came back from the hospital…

Our tongues were swirling, playing, massaging each other in our mouths. By now, John and I were rolling around on the bed in our underwear, our lips locked in a fiery, passionate make-out. Our hands were everywhere, mine going up and down his chest, taking in every detail and muscle of those godlike abs, whilst his were fiddling with the hooks of my bra. Within one swift motion, I slipped off my bra, and instantly John's hands moved over to my chest, where he caressed and squeezed my breasts teasingly, causing me to moan into the kiss. I felt him smile against the kiss and he took his mouth off of mine, trailing his kisses down my jaw, throat, and then up my neck and up to my ear, where he whispered words of love into my ear.

"Oh God, love, I miss this so much," he moaned into my ear, still teasing me with the touch of his fingers circling my breasts. He sucked on my neck, leaving a visibly red mark. He moved his mouth down my body and took a breast in his mouth, his tongue circling my finer points and his teeth gently biting on them, causing me to moan his name loudly. I threw back my head and stroked his sweat-covered back. I moved my hands down to the top of his boxer briefs and pulled them down, rubbing my body against his as I helped him take them off. I rolled us over so that I was now on top of him.

I teasingly pushed John's head away from my chest and moved down so that I could kiss his chest. I licked his pecs and each of the muscles of his six-pack seductively, earning a loud groan from him. I kissed down his torso until I reached his length. I smirked and took his entire length into my mouth, my hands stroking his thighs and hips. I started off slow, swirling my tongue at the very tip of his length. I could feel John getting extremely hard, his hand gripping onto the bedsheets tightly, and he kept moaning my name in pleasure. I smiled and kissed the tip of his length, making him groan even louder. John pulled me up so that we were both standing on our knees and I was looking into his brown eyes that were burning with lust, passion, desire, and love. We were both breathing extremely heavily, staring into each other's eyes for a very long time.

"Katharyn, I'm in love with this fiery side of you," panted John. He cupped my face in his hands and pulled me in for a sweet, gentle kiss that strongly contrasted the scorching full-on tongue kisses earlier, "I love it whenever we're together like this," he said lovingly against the kiss, "I love it when I'm inside of you, baby. It makes me so attracted to you, I can't stay away from you for just one second."

"John…" I moaned his name sweetly, wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing him in closer to deepen the kiss, "I love you…"

"I love you too, baby," replied John back, leaning back so that he was lying on the bed again and I was on top of him. He flipped me over so that now he was on top of me. He slowly caressed his hands down my body, around my waist, and down to the waist of my pink, lacy cheeky panties. I lifted my hips up as he slid them off, moving down to my legs so he could help me take them off.

John moved slightly back up and spread my legs. He ducked his head down and flicked his tongue on the center of my sensitive area, teasing me. He continued to turn me on with his fingers running along my inner thighs. "Oh, John," I groaned loudly, rubbing the back of neck to encourage him to keep going. He lifted up my leg and kissed along my inner thigh. He did the same with the other leg.

John moved up and adjusted himself on top of me, and slowly, so slowly, he slipped himself inside of me. I let out a gasp, and turned my head sideways, as John planted his lips onto my collarbone again, leaving another love mark on the sweet spot of my collarbone. As John completely filled me, we both moaned in satisfaction, chafing our hips against each other, causing the lovemaking session to get hotter and hotter by the second.

Just as I was about to reach my breaking point, the sound of my phone ringing snapped me out of my fantasies. Oh, fuck. The goddamn phone just had to conveniently ring at the most appropriate time. At that moment, John turned my head back towards me and brought our lips back together again, diverting me from answering my phone.

"Who's calling, baby?" said John seductively against the kiss.

"It's probably Nattie, but I can always call her back later," I replied in between kisses, "for now, why don't we finish off what we started?"

"Mmm, I like your idea, baby," replied John enticingly, rubbing his bare chest against mine, causing me to moan his name softly, "we'll ride this together, love. C'mon, baby, just you and me. We're going to finish what we started."

Ignoring the continuous ringing of my cell phone, I screamed John's name in ecstasy while John moaned my name loudly as well.

After our releases hit, John collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, his forehead soaked with sweat. He rolled us over so that I was lying on top of him. I was listening to the vigorous beating of his heart while he ran his hands through my hair and along my naked back. John lifted up my chin to make me face him. His brown eyes were burning with arousal and yearning. He ran his fingers down my face, wiping away my sweat, and brought his knuckles to my cheeks to caress them lovingly.

"I missed this so much, love," he panted. He cupped my cheek and kissed me softly. "I love you, Katharyn."

"I love you too, John," I replied, "I wish we could do this all over again."

"Me too, baby," agreed John. He glanced over at my phone, which had begun ringing again, and looked back at me. "You gonna answer it this time, love?" he asked me.

"I'll have to, seeing that I was busy with other more important things the first time round," I giggled. I crawled over to the side of the bed and picked up my phone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"It's about time you picked up the phone, girlie," said Nattie, pretending to be frustrated, "tell me what exactly were you busy with just now."

I blushed and glanced over at John, who had crawled over to my side and wrapped his arms around my waist and began trailing kisses along the back of my shoulder and up to my neck. "None of your business," I said cheekily to Nattie.

"Really? I have a feeling that 'business' involves something to do with you and your lover boy spending some 'quality time' with each other."

"Oh shut up," I replied, even though I was trying hard not to moan from John sucking on my neck.

"Anyway girlie, Teddy needs to talk to you about the whole Drew McIntyre thing, he says he's starting to get really pissed off about the rest of us constantly complaining to him about it and wants you to tell the whole story yourself," informed Nattie, "he's already ordered McIntyre to stay away from you for the time being, but in order to get him suspended, you need to tell him everything from how it all started."

"Okay, thanks, Nattie."

"No problem, girlie. But, I have a feeling that McIntyre's gonna try begging a Get-Out-of-Jail-Free card off of McMahon, so be extremely specific," warned Nattie, "you know McIntyre, he's the biggest kiss-up in the world, and he'd do anything to stay in this company whatsoever, even if it means breaking the rules to get the girl that doesn't want you back."

"Of course. Isn't that how he is? Sucks up to people to get what he wants?"

"Yup," agreed Nattie, "anyway girlie, just called to remind you and see how you're doing. Keep yourself busy with your lover boy!"

"Oh shut up!" I exclaimed, blushing harder. I heard John chuckle in my ear and nibble my earlobe teasingly.

"Oooh, looks like lover boy wants more of you, Kathie!" teased Nattie, "I'll leave you two to yourselves."

"Nattie!" I exclaimed.

"Just kidding, girlie. Tell him not to hog you all to himself because you do have other friends who are girls," said Nattie jokingly, "bye, girlie! See you at the arena!"

"Bye!"

I hung up and put my phone back on the bedside table. I smiled as John started kissing across the back of my shoulder again and up to my ear. "What's up, baby?" he asked into my ear.

I turned around so that I was facing him. "Just need to go talk to Teddy Long about the whole Drew McIntyre thing."

John brushed my hair aside and placed his hand on my cheek once again, circling it with his thumb. "Love, you don't have to worry about anything, not even Drew McIntyre. Because if he dares to touch you again, I'll make sure he gets sent back to Scotland for good."

"He will once I clarify the situation with Teddy later," I replied, "as much as I don't like getting involved with these kind of things, I really want Drew to be gone as far away from me as possible, because all he's been doing to me is trying to force me to be interested in him."

"Love, he'll never make you become his, because he can't. Like Drew, I wanted you so badly when I first saw you. But I never forced you to do anything that you didn't want to do. I never forced you to love me. I gave you all the tender loving care that I could shower you with, and that's why we're together now," said John.

"You certainly did a very good job of ensuring that, Johnny," I giggled, reaching to touch his face, "and ever since we first met, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I was so attracted to you because your care and affection for me made me fall in love with you. I don't like Drew because the only thing he likes about me is my appearance. I love you because you don't just love me for what I look like. You love me for everything I am. And that's why we're still together, and that's why I love you more than words can express."

John flashed me that priceless smile of his and kissed me tenderly.

"I love you too, baby. I'm gonna help you get through this. I promise."

November 20th, 2010: Miami, Florida

The girls and I decided to hang out by the beach before tomorrow's big Survivor Series event. I was assigned to be the captain of one of the Divas teams competing in the traditional Survivor Series elimination match, so tomorrow was going to be a big day for me. Beth, Nattie, and I were sitting underneath one of the wooden benches with a giant umbrella shielding us from the sun and watching Gail and Tiff splashing each other in the water whilst a few random surfers passing by looked on and whistled at Tiff. Good thing Jason, who was now glaring at the surfers, had decided to join us along with the rest of his guy friends, with the exception of John, who was away at an autograph signing session with Evan Bourne at a local restaurant. John admitted to being extremely disappointed about not being able to join my friends and I at the beach, mostly because he wouldn't get to see me in my bikini.

"I like your hat, Beth," said Nattie to Beth, who was wearing a large, white sun hat that went well with her retro style navy and white polka-dotted one-piece swimsuit.

"Thanks," replied Beth, glancing up from the fitness magazine she was reading. "Hey, Kathie, Nattie, what do you think of this guy?" she asked, showing Nattie and I a picture of a bodybuilder posing for the magazine, wearing nothing but trunks. For some odd reason, the first person I thought of when I saw the picture of the guy was Chris Masters.

"Um, Beth? The guy looks as though he's about to explode," said Nattie. I scrunched up my face in disgust. "What?" said Beth, giving me and Nattie and questioning look, "he looks cute."

"He wouldn't be so bad if he hadn't stocked up on the steroids," I pointed out.

"Beth, you just need to find a man in your life," said Nattie, "why waste your time and money on magazines featuring Ken dolls?"

"That's what you always say, Nattie," laughed Beth.

"Well it's true," laughed Nattie, "I've had a sweet, loving man for nine years, and I'm still in a strong relationship." Beth and I glanced up to see none other than Tyson Kidd coming up behind Nattie and wrapping his arms around her. He pecked her on the cheek.

"Awww…" sighed Beth and I. We both then burst out laughing. Tyson grinned at us and planted another kiss on Nattie's cheek.

"What? I love my girl," chuckled Tyson, squeezing Nattie tightly. Nattie was blushing a shade of pink that strongly resembled her ring attire.

Beth and I chuckled at the couple in front of us, Tyson rocking Nattie softly side to side. As I watched Tyson and Nattie looking at each other affectionately, my mind immediately snapped to John. I wish he were here to hold me in his arms and lay tender kisses on me too.

"Hey Kathie," said Beth, looking up, "those guys over there are looking at us."

I lifted my head up and indeed Beth was right. There was a group of surfers nearby who were staring right at us, still holding onto their boards. They began making their way towards us.

I decided to excuse myself and go buy myself a drink from the nearby juice bar. I ordered myself a mixed fruit punch, and the bartender, who for some reason was standing there in a trance for nearly half a minute until he soon came to his senses, quickly got to make my drink. As I watched the bartender make my drink, I began thinking about John. I know it was only for a few hours, but I hated being away from him. There was something about him that made me so attracted to him; it was so difficult being away from him for a day or even just a few hours.

I sure can't wait till I get out of here and get back to the hotel. I don't think I'll ever get used to the fact that it's not cold or snowing in tropical Florida.

Just then, I felt a hand on my shoulder and a shadow of a tall guy over 6 feet and with long hair loomed over me. For a second there I thought it was John. Wait a minute, that's not John. He's currently at an autograph-signing session right now, plus, he's not that much over six feet…

"Hello, love," murmured Drew McIntyre into my ear, "what a coincidence for us to see each other again so soon."

I tensed up and froze. Oh no, not again, I thought to myself. I was rooted to the spot when Drew's arm moved down my back and caressed it with his rough hand. He stepped next to me and gazed down at me lustfully, not taking his eyes off of my body.

"You're not supposed to be here," I muttered.

"Who says, love?" asked Drew softly, continuing to stroke my back.

"I think you should know by now that Teddy Long doesn't want you anywhere near me," I replied bluntly, not looking at him whilst I took my drink from the bartender.

"Teddy's not here, love," said Drew, glancing around to make sure that Teddy actually wasn't around.

"How does that makes things different now?" I asked, still not looking at him and stirring my drink. Drew moved his hand down to my lower back, just above my butt.

"The difference is, love, Teddy Long's not here, and neither is your boyfriend," said Drew, propping his elbows against the counter top of the juice bar, "which means I have you all to myself. Finally."

I gave Drew a skeptical look and shook my head, letting out a huff. "Look Drew, what do you want from me? What is that makes you keep coming back to me, even though I have to constantly remind you that I am not interested? What is that you want from me? What makes you keep coming back to the same girl, even though you normally only approach a girl that you're interested in once and leave her alone when she turns you down?"

Drew shifted closer to me and pulled me towards him. I shoved him away, but he still kept his hand on the small of my back, his fingers circling my skin.

"You're different, love," he replied, "you're different from the rest of them."

"The rest of what?"

"The rest of the women whom I've tried to seduce."

"So you never cared about Tiff after all, even during the duration of your engagement."

"Before you, she lasted the longest," said Drew, "yeah, she was fun and playful and cheery, but a month into our engagement, I got bored of her, and I wanted to find some new game. And eventually, love, I found you."

"No wonder Tiff was so miserable when she was with you," I said angrily, "you use women like Kleenex. You use them once, and you throw them away. Drew, how do you expect me to choose you over John because of how you treat women? Unlike all the other men, John doesn't just want me for my looks. He cares about me. He treats me like a queen. You know what, Drew? I am sick and tired of you bugging me about the same thing over and over again, asking me to be your girlfriend, when all you've ever done is sexually harass me, snap at my friends, assault my boyfriend and caused him to end up in hospital, and do horrible things to others which end up only benefiting your own needs. I'm serious, Drew, if you don't leave me, John, and all my other friends alone, not only will I take legal action against you, but Vince McMahon will send you home to Scotland and never let you come back to the WWE ever again. Unfortunately for you, Drew McIntyre, this is reality. You can't always get what you want."

I finished my drink and hurried away from Drew before he could grab me and try to kiss me like the many times he had before. I'm not going to be patient anymore. If Drew doesn't realize that he needs to leave me alone for good and move on to find another girl who's interested in him (which I highly doubt will happen anytime soon), then more people are going to get involved. And the more people involved with this, the bigger the problem gets. I didn't want this to be a big deal in the first place, but now that the problem's gotten worse, I'm going to need more assistance in solving it.