My apologies yet again for a late update.

WARNING: mature content ahead.


Sunday, August 10, 2014
Portland, Oregon

Jet probably hadn't ever thought about one kiss so much in her life. Honestly, she was surprised she even remembered it in the morning, considering how much alcohol she had in her system. She had a myriad of feelings swirling inside her, everything ranging from guilt to curiosity. For a kiss that had been engaged by a seriously drunk woman and only lasted a few moments, it was pretty spectacular. That was where the guilt came in – she shouldn't have been feeling so good about that kiss when she was still pining after her ex.

She was still thinking about it when AJ returned from her breakfast run to McDonalds, tossing a McMuffin to Jet. AJ dropped onto the edge of the bed, fixing Jet with a stern stare.

"What?"

"He came back with lipstick on him last night."

"Did he? Huh, how 'bout that?" Jet murmured, turning all her attention to the food.

"Juliette…"

"Alright, so maybe I kissed him," she admitted, as if the lipstick hadn't been enough of a giveaway. "And before you go homicidal, it was definitely me who kissed him."

"Why would you wanna do a thing like that? This is Jon we're talking about. Skeevy, trashy Jon. Like, seriously?"

"Oh come on, he's not that bad."

"This is the guy who openly admitted he likes to go to bars and sleep with the ugliest girl he can fine."

Jet grimaced. "He might have been joking about that."

"Yeah, he definitely wasn't," AJ scoffed. "Look, I know it might seem like I hate the guy, but I really don't. He's alright as far as the men backstage go, but do you really think it's a good idea for you to get involved with him right now?"

"We're not involved," Jet argued. "I kissed him when I was drunk. Everyone's done that sometime or another."

"Yeah, but most people don't spend undue amounts of time thinking about it afterwards."

Jet blushed. Had she really been that obvious?

"You were thinking pretty intently about something when I came back in and it doesn't take Einstein to figure out what it was."

"Guilty as charged," Jet sighed. "I can't help it; it was a really good kiss."

AJ's hardass expression eased for just a moment. "How good?"

"Really good."

"Wait, ugh, I don't want to know."

"I dunno, you seemed pretty interested for a second there," Jet smirked.

"Well I'm not. At all. Nope."


Even throughout lunch with Claudio, Jet couldn't get a certain Buckeye off her mind. She knew it shouldn't have been playing on her so much, but she couldn't help it. She'd been picking at her pasta for close to twenty minutes and hadn't made so much as a dent.

"You okay over there, schätzli?" Claudio inquired politely, smiling softly from opposite her.

"Hm, me? I'm fine."

"You seem a little far away today."

"Just tired," Jet shrugged.

"It's nothing to do with last night?"

She blushed immediately, ducking her head down towards her food to hide it. "No."

"Okay." Claudio wouldn't admit that he had seen Jon come back with the telltale signs of her lips. Claudio didn't admit anything. If she didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't mention it. "How's the hangover?"

"Not that bad actually. Drank plenty of water when I got in." Besides a light headache, Jet really wasn't fairing all that badly. All this excessive drinking must have been making her more a heavyweight in that realm.

"Good. You're learning."

"I seriously don't know how you get through our kind of life without turning to the booze every now and then," Jet laughed.

Claudio's eyes squinted for just a moment, concern flittering through his mind at the suggestion that she was needing the alcohol. He shook it off, sure that she was just joking. "My coffee is enough for me," he replied, lifting his Starbucks cup.

"More power to ya."

"So, you heard anything about SummerSlam yet?" Claudio asked, diverting the conversation.

Jet shook her head with a disappointed frown. "Looks like I'll have to wait until next year for my SummerSlam debut."

"Hey, you've been on all the others this year," he reasoned. "And it's your one year anniversary of being on the main roster next week. Look forward to the good stuff."

"Yeah… I just wish they'd tell me something, y'know? It's like they've got literally nothing for me in their plans so I'm just sitting and waiting constantly."

"They're pretty good at keeping us all on edge."

Jet fiddled with her food for another moment before glancing back up. "Is it really arrogant of me to say that I thought they liked me more than that?" Yep, that sounded arrogant as soon as she said it.

Claudio chuckled to himself. "You're not arrogant. There's a difference between being confident and proud of your abilities, and arrogance. Have you met some of the guys backstage? They have more arrogance in their little finger than you do in your whole body."

Jet smiled brightly. He always knew what to say. "So you don't think they're gonna kick me all the way back to the bottom of the totem pole?"

"No, definitely not."

"You're welcome to get to the bottom of my totem pole."

Jon leaned against the wall beside the table, his trademark grin all over his face. Jet coughed to hide how his sudden appearance had flustered her. He'd been the only thing on her mind all day; she had kind of hoped she'd be able to avoid him until she figured everything out. Claudio had rolled his eyes, but at least AJ wasn't there. She probably would have straight up punched Jon in the face for that god awful bit of flirting. Jet straightened up and got hold of herself. She wasn't going to make this weird, she could go with the teasing too.

"Seriously, you are freaking omnipresent. You stalking me, Jonathan?"

"You wish," he snorted, dipping his fingers into Jet's bowl to grab a piece of pasta. Jet slapped his hand when he went for another one.

"I still haven't forgiven you for putting your fingers in my birthday cupcake at Axxess, so keep your grubby paws off my lunch."

Jon snorted again, remembering back to sliding his fingers through the cupcake a fan had brought her while they shared a stage for Wrestlemania Axxess. They barely knew each other then; he certainly couldn't have imagined that just a few short months later he'd have her make-up on his lips. The two of them stared it out for a while, a silent battle of wills, until Claudio cleared his throat loudly.

"So, how's the tooth ache?" the Swiss asked, desperate not to be stuck in the middle of something that was seeming almost like an eye-fuck.

"Refusing to leave me alone," Jet replied, turning her attention back to him. "The booze helped numb the pain."

"Go to a dentist," Jon advised.

Claudio laughed loudly. He knew Jet well enough to know she was putting it off; for a girl who could take a beating in the ring, she sure made a fuss about letting someone check her teeth. "This baby? She won't go to the dentist without some pretty strong narcotics and someone to hold her hand."

"I don't like strangers poking sharp objects in my mouth, what's wrong with that?"

"When's the last time you actually saw a dentist?"

"Er…" Jet mumbled. "A while ago."

"So long you don't even remember," Jon laughed.

"My teeth are fine!"

"If your teeth were fine, you wouldn't have tooth ache," Claudio pointed out. "Just see a dentist, alright? Do you want to get an abscess and blood poisoning?"

"How have we gone from tooth ache to blood poisoning?"

"It's a slippery slope, my dear," Claudio informed Jet solemnly.

"I'll see a dentist, just as soon as I've got time."

"We've got time today. I'm sure there's someone who can see you."

"I'm not spending my last day off hunting around Portland for a damn dentist. I will see one in Florida, okay?"

"If you ever go back to Florida," Claudio muttered into his coffee. Jon lifted his eyebrow when Jet shot her old friend a hard glare.

"I am not avoiding Florida."

"Seems it."

Jet rolled her eyes, sick of this conversation with him. He'd been badgering her for days ever since Corey had called Claudio to ask why Jet hadn't spent any of her week off at home.

"I didn't want to fly from one end of the country to the other twice in the space of a few days. I didn't know I have to justify my travel plans to you guys now."

"Leave her alone," Jon concurred. "She's a grown ass woman. If she wants to stay away from home, she can."

"Thank you! If you're quite done trying to parent me, I'm going back to my room." She shoved her pasta in Jon's direction. "All yours."

Claudio tried to call her back to apologise for butting into her business, but Jet ignored him as she made her way to the elevator. She had enough on her mind without having to explain why she didn't want to deal with Corey's incessant badgering. She made her way back upstairs, internally pleased that AJ was still in the gym. She fell back onto her bed, sighing heavily. Jet's phone buzzed loudly on the bedside table, making her roll over to grab it.

I miss you. Hope you're doing okay.

Just seeing his name on her phone screen was enough to set her off. 'Phil' with the little heart emoji sat at the top of the screen, mocking her for not having changed it yet. She hadn't expected to hear from him again after she had ignored his last text, had expected he'd get the hint that she was deliberately avoiding talking. Even though she was refusing to talk to him in return, she secretly relished the short messages he was sending her. Jet had convinced herself that the two of them could never work out, yet she refused to let go of the little hope those messages gave her.

It was only after she'd been staring at the texts for a few moments that Jet realised something: it was the first time all day that she'd thought about him. She'd been so accustomed to having him in her brain at all times, yet she hadn't noticed that his spectre was finally leaving her alone. As soon as she realised, she felt the familiar pain set in again, and desperately tried to change her train of thought. The thoughts of what to do about Jon had seemed so important that she hadn't had room to factor Punk in too. Now she was battling with trying to make sense of both of them.

Jet threw her head back against the pillow, desperate for some answers.


Chicago, Illinois

"Are you seriously still staring at that phone? If she was going to text you back, she would have already."

Punk looked up from where he was sitting on the couch to see Amy heading back from the bathroom. She had showed up at his house that morning without any warning, only saying that she'd heard about the break-up and thought he might need some company. He didn't want any company but he didn't have it in him to ask her to leave.

"I just can't get her out of my head," he groaned, slapping his open palm against his forehead. "She's driving me crazy."

"Why?" Amy looked genuinely puzzled. "Sorry, but I really don't see what's so special about this girl. You've gone through plenty of break-ups before."

"I don't know," he replied honestly. "I can't tell you why I feel like this about her, I just do. I have since I met her. She's just… she's my girl."

Amy rolled her eyes, dropping onto the couch beside him. "That's your problem, Phil. You need to get it into your head that she isn't your girl. She threw you out, remember?"

"Because I was an asshole."

"From what you've told me, she wasn't much better."

Punk turned a frustrated and defensive glare on his old friend. "Don't talk about her like that."

Amy rolled her eyes again. "Look, I hate to say I told you so, but I did warn you back in June. I told you this would end badly when you both realised you have nothing in common, but you didn't want to listen to me."

"That's not what this was about," Punk mumbled.

"No, it was just her being a bitch."

Punk's frustration turned to pure anger. "Don't you dare call her that. She didn't do anything wrong. She trusted me to treat her right and I didn't. It was me who fucked up."

Amy sighed, already sick of his mood. "Just get over it, alright? Get your mind on something else and you'll be okay."

He wished it was that easy.


Monday, August 11, 2014
Portland, Oregon

After a successful pre-SummerSlam Raw, everyone had headed out for drinks. AJ gave Jet a lecture beforehand about what happened last time she got drunk, and, despite not wanting to admit it, Jet wasn't keen to go so far that she did something stupid again. She'd go easy, just a few drinks before she headed back to the hotel. Besides, everyone seemed to be having a great time and Jet just felt like a downer. She segregated herself to sit at the bar, leaving the others to their rowdy party.

"One more, then I'll go," she told herself, signalling to the bartender for another of her trusty rum and Coke. While she waited, another body slid into the seat next to her, and Jet wasn't at all surprised to see Jon's smirk.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hi."

"Drinking alone?"

"Just trying not to ruin the night being a Debbie Downer," she replied as her drink was set down in front of her.

"Will another kiss make it better?" Jon teased.

"Don't tempt me," Jet muttered against her glass. She blushed as soon as she realised she'd actually said that. Jon's smirk only grew wider, finally getting that verbal confirmation that she'd enjoyed their kiss as much as he did.

"Only gotta ask, sweetcheeks. Come on," he added, nodding his head behind them to where a booth sat empty.

The reasonable part of Jet's mind told her that it was a bad idea to be sitting in the near-dark with just Jon Good and alcohol for company, but it still seemed more appealing than sitting by herself at the bar. To his credit, he left a few feet of distance between them when they sat down.

"Doing anything good when we get to LA?" he asked, unaccustomed with small talk.

"My family are coming out, so that should be fun. You?"

"Just looking forward to my match."

"That's basically all you're interested in, right?" Jet laughed.

"Yep. Wrestling's all that really matters," Jon shrugged back. He'd never made a secret of the fact that just being out there performing was the most important thing to him.

"Yeah, I get ya. I had absolutely no interest in anything but wrestling for way too long."

"How did you even get into this? Doesn't seem an easy route for the little English girl."

Whether he actually wanted to know or not, Jon knew that getting Jet to talk about back home and the way she had first broken into the business was a solid way of getting her to focus on something else. He'd deny that it had anything to do with her distraction allowing him to slide his hand onto her thigh like he had two nights before, and scoot almost directly next to her.

Jet looked down at his hand, then smiled at him. "Really?"

"What? I'm just keeping a pretty lady company."

"Keeping me company with your hands?"

"Hm, I can do more than that."

She couldn't help laughing. His outward, and pretty cheesy, flirting would probably have annoyed her had it been anybody else, but something about it coming from him just made it kind of appealing. "I don't think you'd even know what to do if I called your bluff, would you?"

"Well damn, that sounds like a challenge," Jon replied, turning to face Jet completely. "You know I know what to do. I'll start right here…" he trailed his fingers up over Jet's chest until they landed on her neck, tickling the sensitive skin there.

"Jon…" Jet murmured, knowing she should stop him before he started, but the gentle neck stroking felt so good.

"Your lips look good. I wonder where else they'd look good."

Jet bit her lip at the suggestion. His thumb moved from her neck to her lips, tracing along the bottom. He tugged her over to straddle his lap, and she offered no resistance. He was eye level with her chest, bringing plenty more ideas to mind.

"When I'm done with your lips, I think I'll make my way down here," he added, groping her brazenly.

Jet gasped, her first instinct to back away from him, until she realised how good that felt. Her gasp turned into a quiet groan. Her dress wasn't leaving a huge amount to the imagination, drawing a broad smirk from Jon. His thumbs flicked over her hard nipples, making Jet grind down into his lap; she could play this game too. His moaned low in his throat, closing his eyes for just a moment to relish the friction. The reasonable part of Jet's brain had shut down already, focusing only on how much she had missed being intimate with someone.

"Then, when you're so wet and ready and absolutely begging for it, maybe I'll finally get down here."

When Jon's hand slipped between her legs, Jet shuddered. He didn't do anything, just kept his palm pressed against her panties. She glanced over her shoulder nervously, knowing how many of their colleagues were barely one hundred feet away.

"Jon, people could see," she gasped.

"No one's looking," he murmured into her ear, biting the lobe gently between his teeth. "How about it, darlin'? You want me to use my mouth, huh? I can make you feel so good, over and over."

Jet pressed her face into the crook of Jon's neck, trying desperately to hide her flushed face. Jon grinned to himself, slowly starting to move his hand. Jet clenched her legs together, holding him in place and thinking of nothing except stubble burn on the inside of her thighs. In that moment, Jon knew he had her.

"We can't do this here," Jet gasped, using the last vestiges of her self control to keep the two of them from being arrested.

Jon quickly slipped his hand away, lifting Jet off his lap and straightening her dress for her. "Lead the way."


When the two of them fell through the door, Jon could hardly believe it was happening. He had been half-convinced that they'd never get any further than teasing remarks and the kiss from the other night. He never imagined he'd be pulling her into his hotel room, pushing her back against the door as soon as it closed and smashing his lips onto hers. His pants were getting uncomfortably tight but, thankfully, Jet didn't seem keen on drawing this out. She pushed his firmly in the chest, moving him back against the bed. He dropped down to sit, dragging her over him again. He flipped, dropping her lightly on her back, and quickly got to work removing his shirt. Jet had seem him shirtless before, back in their FCW and NXT days when he wrestled in just trunks, but being this close was something else. She ran her hand up from his abs to his newly regrown chest hair, and bit her lip as she scraped her nails all the way back down. Jon gasped.

"Yeah, that's good," he nodded, moving her hands back to his shoulders so she could do it again.

He unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down and shaking them off, then focused on Jet. He sat up straight just long enough to pull her dress over her head, then took his time littering kisses over the exposed skin. Jon did exactly as promised, starting on the skin of Jet's neck before moving to her already swollen lips. Before he let himself go to the next promised destination, he looked her in the face, seeing that she looked a little out of it. He couldn't let himself get carried away, he had to think about this properly.

"Are you drunk?" he demanded, staring her straight in the eye.

Jet shook her head. She was buzzed for sure, but nowhere near drunk. Besides, it seemed strange to her to ask that when they were both already half naked.

"Do you want me to carry on?"

Jet quickly changed her shake to a nod, and a rapid one at that.

"No, open your pretty little mouth and say it. I'm not going any further until you say it."

"God, yes, please."

"Yeah, that'll do."

He went back to work, unclasping Jet's bra before sucking a nipple into his mouth. She arched her back, grasping onto his hair with an almost painful grip. His hand came up to squeeze the neglected breast while his hips rutted against Jet's, needing the friction. He bit the flesh before rapidly making his way down to Jet's stomach, feeling her muscles tense under every part that his lips touched. When he reached the top of her panties, he looked up, seeing her staring at him with anticipation. Jon refused to break eye contact as he slid her underwear down and pressed her thighs open. He kissed and bit his way up from the back of her knees, pausing just as he reached her pussy. He looked to her for any sign that she wanted him to stop, and received none.

"Ohhh fuck," Jet moaned when he licked a long strip up her wet folds.

Jon groaned; she tasted even better than he had imagined. His let go of her thigh, bringing it up to press a finger into her. Her muscles pulsed around him, desperately craving more. His tongue focused on her clit, drawing circles until she was shaking underneath him. When he gently sucked it into his mouth, he thought she might explode right then. As good as it felt, Jet needed more of him. She weaved her hands into his hair again, pulling it to make him look at her.

"Please…"

Jon gave her one last lick before smashing their lips together, sharing the taste. He pushed his boxers down with one hand, lining himself up to tease her with his almost painfully hard cock. "Pill?" he asked, hoping he wouldn't have to dilute this feeling with a condom.

"Yeah. Just do it."

He claimed her mouth again, swallowing her moans when he pushed in gently. His thrusts were slow at first, speeding up when Jet raked her nails down his back. She rolled her hips with him, every nerve ending on fire with what he was doing to her. She was ready to climax already. Jon was whispering in her ear but she could barely understand him; all she could hear was her blood pounding and his repeated chants of "fuck, fuck, fuck."

"I'm close," she warned him, wrapping her arms around his back to pull him closer and deeper. "God…"

Jon was relieved, unsure of how much longer he could hold on. With one more thrust, Jet threw her head back and cried out his name, feeling wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. The clenching of her muscles brought Jon's orgasm on, making him lose all rhythm. He almost dropped his full weight on Jet, catching himself at the last moment. His face pressed into Jet's chest, not minding his cushion at all. They both breathed heavily as they rode it out, Jon tracing shapes on her hip while Jet carded her hand through his hair. When they had finished basking in their afterglow, Jet slid out from underneath him, reaching for her clothes.

Jon watched her pull on her underwear, tugging her back when she moved to stand. "Where do you think you're going?"

"My room." Jon didn't let go of her wrist, and Jet got the message. "Huh, didn't figure you'd be the snuggling type."

"Fuck off. I'm just not gonna make you do the walk of shame at three in the morning."

"What a gentleman," Jet grinned, but sat back down.

"Just shut up and go to sleep."


When Jet woke the next morning, full of equal parts guilt and excitement, she moved slowly and gently out from under the arm that Jon had thrown around her at some point in the night. She dressed silently and grabbed her things, then watched him for a few moments, seeing him still sleeping soundly. She risked waking him up when she reached out to push some sandy hair out of his eyes but she couldn't stop herself. He shifted just a little but didn't wake, giving Jet the opportunity to slide her shoes back on and sneak out of the door.

AJ was still sleeping too when Jet went back to her room for a shower and change of clothes. She slept through all the noise but Jet knew she was in for an interrogation soon. There was no way AJ hadn't noticed Jet's absence all night. When she'd finished cleaning up, Jet went straight out to the gym, working herself up another sweat that she'd have to wash off before the Smackdown taping in Seattle. She made her way to Key Arena by herself, texting AJ that she'd meet her there later that night. She walked through the back entrance of the arena, coming across Colby just after she dumped her stuff.

"Good night?" he asked. It would have been an innocent question if not for the smirk creeping across his face and the way his eyebrow was curving in amusement.

Jet's mouth dropped open. "Did he tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"That bastard."

Jet ignored Colby calling after her, stalking in the direction of the locker rooms. She had been hoping to just avoid Jon for a couple of days and let the whole situation blow over, but she didn't want her private business being broadcast to the roster. She'd had plenty of that already. She banged on the door, barely glancing at a half-dressed Big E when he pulled it open.

"Jon, can I have a word?" she asked, trying to sound civil. He shrugged nonchalantly, following her into the hallway. Jet kept walking for a while to head into the depths of the arena, determined to have some privacy.

"If you want a repeat performance you don't have to drag me all the way down here. You can just ask."

Jet turned a furious glare on him, poking a finger directly in the center of his chest. "Who have you told?"

"Excuse me?" He was smirking and that only made Jet angrier.

"Who have you told about what happened last night?"

"What makes you think I've told anyone?" Jon asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the wall.

"Colby knows so who else have you told?"

Jon rolled his eyes. "Chill out, sweetcheeks. Colby and Joe, that's it. I'm not gonna tell anyone else and neither will they."

Jet narrowed her eyes at him, trying to read it he was lying or not. "You promise?"

"Yes, I promise. You want me to pinky swear or something?"

"I'll take you word for it. I swear to god though, if you start spreading this around the locker room, I will – "

"Why would I do that? I don't like my business being public knowledge. Letting the world know I banged Jet Madden isn't worth it."

"That sounded sort of insulting, but thank you." Jet patted him a little awkwardly on the shoulder, completely unsure of where they stood now.

Just before she walked back to her own locker room, Jon caught her wrist and tugged her back. He leaned down to press his lips to her ear, "I meant what I said. If you want a repeat performance, just ask."


Super nervous about what you guys are gonna think about this one, so let me know, even if you just want to yell at me.