This chapter would have been up sooner but for two reasons: uni has started again so I have painful amounts of reading to do, and my brother and I found a website that lets you play old Sega games so I've been distracted from writing by The Lion King and Micro Machines.
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Jet flopped onto her side, watching AJ warily. The small woman was pacing her way around the hotel room, having ranted all the way from the arena after Smackdown.
"Are you done?" Jet asked tentatively.
"No! I just… how could you think it's a good idea to sleep with him?"
"Dunno. Seemed like a pretty good idea last night."
Really, it still seemed like a good idea. Jon's offer of a repeat performance had made her mind whir with the possibilities. As much as she hated to admit it, Corey had been right about it being a good distraction. The more she thought about what she had done with Jon, the less she thought about Punk. It could be a terrible idea to continue any kind of sexual relationship with Jon, or it could be the best idea. She wouldn't know if she didn't try.
"He works with us. What if this ends badly too? You can't avoid him like you're avoiding Phil."
Jet shot her best friend an incredulous stare. "Hold up, do you think we're gonna start dating or something?" Just the thought made Jet burst into laughter. "AJ, have you met him? I'm pretty sure he's not the dating type. Besides, I'm not interested in that. He's just really good at sex."
"Ugh, I don't want to know."
Jet smirked. "Maybe we should be talking about your sex life. When's the last time you got laid, Age?"
"I'm waiting for Devitt," AJ replied, lifting her chin into the air in indignation. "And he's waiting for me."
"You know you have to actually meet the guy before you can bang him, right?"
"Pfft, I've been having sex with him in my mind for days."
Jet glanced awkward around the room. "You're making me very uncomfortable right now."
"Oh, so it's weird that I have mind sex, but not that you're banging that gross thing."
"You're being unnecessarily mean. He's a nice guy." Jet crawled to the end of the bed, tugging AJ down to sit with her. "I know you're just trying to look out for me, and I appreciate it, but I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me falling for Jon. I don't feel anything for him like I do–" She paused, closing her eyes for a moment, "–like I did for Phil."
AJ sighed, stroking her hand down the back of Jet's hair. She just wanted her to feel all right again, not to disguise her feelings by jumping into bed with the first person she felt a bit of attraction to.
"Sweetie, you're like a walking Avril Lavigne soundtrack right now."
Jet snorted. Trust AJ to make things hilarious. "If I leave right now, you've gonna know where I'm going, right?"
"Yes. And I will glare very disapprovingly at you."
"It's an experiment into the effects of mind blowing sex on a person's ability to keep thinking about their jackass ex. Science, April. Science."
AJ glared disapprovingly anyway. "Fucking him for science doesn't make this any better, but I'm not your mother. Do what you want, but don't say I didn't warn you when it ends up being weird."
"It's not going to be weird," Jet insisted.
"Oh yeah, there's no way banging a co-worker could ever get weird."
"It'll only get weird if we let it," Jet insisted.
"Wow, it must be nice to live in your naïve little world. Go on, if you're going you might as well get out of here now."
Jet pressed a kiss to AJ's cheek, grabbing her room key and phone. "I promise to be a responsible adult."
"Don't say I didn't warn you!"
Jet waved over her shoulder as she closed the door behind her, immediately heading for the elevator to take her up to Jon's floor. She'd kept his room number filed away in her brain just in case she actually gathered up the courage to take him up on his offer of a repeat performance. She just hoped Joe and Colby wouldn't be there.
When she reached his door, she paused for a moment, giving herself time to back out. Instead, everything was pushing her to knock. She took one steadying deep breath, then rapped her knuckles on the wood. It barely took five seconds for Jon to pull it open, smirking when he saw her waiting.
"Hey," Jet smiled softly, hoping she didn't look at awkward as she felt. She wasn't used to doing this.
Jon leaned against the doorjamb, staring her up and down. "Hey," he replied, his eyes twinkling with the knowledge of why she was there. He could read her like an open book.
"Er, is that offer of a repeat still open?"
His grin stretched even further. "For you, sweetcheeks? Of course."
"I'm going for a smoke."
Jet watched Jon slip out of bed, grabbing his cigarettes and lighter before pushing open the door to the balcony. "You know you're naked, right?" she called after him.
"Yep."
She rolled her eyes, wrapping the sheet around herself to join him. He'd already lit up when she slid down to sit on the floor beside him, throwing the sheet over his lap to preserve a little of his dignity. They sat in silence for a while, until Jon noticed her eyeing his cigarette.
"You want one?"
Jet looked guilty immediately. "No. I quit."
"Don't strike me as the kind of girl who used to smoke."
"I was a teenager and stupid. My mother ripped me a new one when she found out."
Jon plucked the stick out of his mouth, offering it to her. "Sharing one doesn't count, right? It's not even a whole cigarette."
"But it's been in your mouth."
"My dick's been in your mouth and I'm still willing to share."
Jet blushed, staring down at the floor. Jon laughed and shook his head, stunned that she was getting embarrassed around him after everything that had happened. He held out the cigarette again, tempting her even more. She shouldn't, and she knew she shouldn't, but half of one couldn't hurt. She relented, taking it from him and inhaling deeply. She'd forgotten how good that felt. She leaned back against the railing, staring out at the well-lit night of Seattle, the cigarette held loosely in her fingers.
"AJ thinks this is a bad idea."
"She knows?"
"Well, you told Colby and Joe, it's only fair I get to tell someone. Besides, she's not stupid. She would have caught on even if I didn't admit it."
"So, why does she think that?"
"Because, and I quote, there's no way banging a co-worker could ever get weird," Jet replied, mimicking AJ almost perfectly, drawing an amused chuckle from her balcony partner as he plucked the cigarette out of her hand again.
"You think so?"
"Nope."
"Good. She's just lookin' out for you," he said as he took another drag.
"Yeah, I know. I think she's overstating your status as the Big Bad Wolf though."
Jon snorted. "I dunno, eating you is pretty good."
He was impressed that she didn't blush at that one. If anyone else had been around, she probably would have turned a fetching shade of red, but instead she laughed loudly, shoving him in the shoulder.
"You are incorrigible." She shook her head as he tried to pass her back their almost finished cigarette, standing up. She didn't miss the way his eyes roved appreciatively over her naked body. "I'm gonna take a shower. AJ will come for your blood if I go back smelling of smoke."
Jon nodded, watching the sway of her hips as she made her way back inside. He heard the shower start running just as he stubbed the butt of his cigarette out on the railing, tossing it over the edge. He grabbed the sheet up into a ball, throwing it onto the bed as he made his way through to the bathroom. Jet hadn't locked the door, and he couldn't see that as anything other than an invitation. She didn't seem to notice him until he stepped into the shower behind her, one arm wrapping low around her stomach. She jumped, spinning around so fast she almost slid over.
"Jon, you fucker! I thought someone was trying to murder me!"
"Murder you in the shower?" he asked, smiling wide enough for his dimples to appear.
"Easy way to clean the blood," Jet shrugged, as if she'd actually put some real thought into the logistics of bathroom killing.
"You can rest assured that I don't intend on killing you. I like you too much for that," he winked, pressing himself against her so she could feel just how much he liked her.
Jet tilted her head up for a kiss, but Jon bypassed her mouth entirely, latching his lips on her neck. She gasped, always a sucker for neck kisses. His hands made their way down to cup her ass, pulling her closer. He wasted very little time, pulling Jet up so she could hook her legs around his waist, both of them still getting drenched in the stream of the shower. She didn't want to think about having to explain away any injuries they picked up from slipping. With her back against the tiles, Jet leaned down to finally claim Jon's lips, relishing the feeling of tongue on tongue.
"Ready?"
Jet nodded. Jon kept one arm wrapped under her ass and used the other to grab the back of her neck, pulling her back down against his mouth, swallowing her cry when he pushed into her. He held still for a few moments, then carefully let Jet's legs down, still keeping an arm holding her tight.
"You feel so good," he growled, drawing the most delicious sounding purr from Jet. "You want more, kitten?"
He couldn't tell if her cheeks were red from embarrassment at the petname or from the heat in the shower, but her nod was enough of an answer to his question. Neither of them held out for long, but they couldn't complain. They'd worked up one hell of a sweat and left their entire bodies tingling.
"I'll leave you to get cleaned up," Jon winked, looking pointedly at Jet's legs as he stepped out of the shower.
She washed off quickly, leaving no trace of what they'd been up to. She grabbed the towel from the hook, wrapping it tightly around her body, and made her way to where Jon was lounging on the bed in his boxers. She flopped down on her stomach next to him, a grin still on her face.
"That was spontaneous."
"Shower sex seemed like a good idea. Matter of fact, I've got plenty of ideas for you that sound good."
"Oh really?" Jet asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"Yeah, we should totally make this a thing."
Jet laid her head beside his, their noses almost touching. "A thing?"
"Yeah, like a thing. A regular thing. I mean, clearly you like it, and I'm enjoying myself. This way neither of us has to go out looking, we can get off with someone we trust. You trust me, right?" he clarified quickly.
"Trust? Well, I trust you not to go blabbing to the dirt sheets," Jet teased. Honestly, he made a good point. They were both having a good time, and Joe and Colby might even thank her for stopping Jon bringing random women back to the hotel. "So, like a friends with benefits deal? It sounds good to me, so long as we don't go making a big show of it. It stays between the two of us. And our best friends, obviously."
Jon nodded in agreement immediately. "You know me, I don't want nobody knowing my business anyway." A grin crossed his face almost immediately. "So, shall we seal the deal?"
"How are you possibly ready to go again? Your stamina is incredible."
"You're probably gonna be disappearing with your folks until after SummerSlam, I've gotta fit it all in while I can," he grinned, sliding his hands under the bottom of the towel.
"Well, you won't hear me complaining. Speaking of disappearing, what about your movie? When's that happening?"
"Heading to Vancouver the week after next. I'll still be around for the TVs though, you ain't getting rid of me that easy, sweetcheeks. Plenty of time on Mondays and Tuesdays for me to do you good." He paused, withdrawing his hands from the towel to scratch at the back of his neck. He looked somewhat uncomfortable suddenly. "Listen, since I know about everything that happened to you, you gotta promise that you're gonna tell me if I'm doing something you don't like, okay? I can get a little carried away sometimes but I ain't never gonna mean to hurt you or nothing."
Jet nodded, laying her hand over his to stall his nervous scratching. "You know I do actually trust you, right?"
It might have been stupid on her part considering all the things she'd heard about him, but nothing Jon Good had ever done to her gave Jet reason to not trust him. He nodded at the question, drawing a smile out of Jet.
"Good. I don't think you're gonna do anything I don't like, even if you get carried away. If, by chance, you do then I'll find many creative and painful ways to make you stop."
"Alright. Just make sure you don't go quiet, got it?"
"Me, quiet? Never."
Jon, seeming much more comfortable now that Jet had reassured him on that matter, slid his hands back up the towel and resumed his plans of sealing their deal.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Los Angeles, California
"Teddy!"
Somehow, the smallest Madden was always the first one to be spotted. Despite Carol's repeated lectures, he always ran through the airport terminal towards his middle sister, throwing himself at her for a hug. Jet was more than glad to lift him from the floor, squeezing him tightly in her arms until he coughed and begged to be let down so he could breathe. A few moments later the rest of the family appeared, besides Nate and Victoria. The oldest Madden kids didn't have the luxury of taking off work whenever they felt like it. Sebastian, on the other hand, still managed to make it.
"Seb, do you actually have a job?" Jet teased when the six of them began to make their way out of LAX.
"Yep. I'm raking the cash in."
"So, what is it you actually do?"
"That's a secret, little sis."
"Six minutes," Jet muttered, as was customary every time Seb pulled the 'little sis' card. "I'm taking your silence as meaning you're a male escort."
Seb tapped his nose, refusing to reveal. It was a long running gag in their family – Seb always had money, yet never seemed to do anything to earn it. He stepped aside to let Carol and Nigel hug their daughter.
"Sweetheart, you look so tired! Are you sleeping enough?"
Jet tried to hide her smirk, not telling her mother that she'd been up all night with Jon, or that she had left him naked and worn out to come pick them up. "Yeah, I'm sleeping fine. Don't worry about me."
The ride back to the hotel was full of questions, mostly from Olivia asking when she'd be able to meet more of the guys Jet worked with. Even Nigel's stern glare couldn't dissuade Liv.
"What was that guy's name? The one who looked like a chiseled God?"
"Ooh, Joe!" Carol replied happily before Jet could even open her mouth. "What a sweetheart he was last time."
"And he is still completely off the market," Jet added, shooting her little sister a look. "Leave the poor man alone."
"He's in love with me. I know it."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he doesn't even remember your name. He remembers the Tedster though," Jet winked, drawing a huge grin from her baby brother.
Olivia scoffed and kicked the back of Jet's seat, earning herself a clip around the ear from Nigel and a laugh from Jet. Liv sulked the whole rest of the way back, giving the others a chance to catch up on what they'd all been doing since April. Teddy was buzzing about starting secondary school in September, even when Jet grimaced. There were a few fans waiting outside the hotel, so Jet went over to sign autographs and take photos while her family grabbed their luggage. Seb waited outside the entire time, waiting until Jet was done to sling his arm around her shoulder and drag her into the lobby.
"Is it stupid that it's still weird to me that my sister's famous?"
"Yes. I've been doing this for years."
"Yeah, but now you're, like, famous. Proper famous."
"I'm not sure if being famous in wrestling circles actually counts," Jet laughed as they joined the rest of the family waiting for the elevator.
"It does," Teddy informed her with a very matter-of-fact nod. "All my friends at school know you're famous."
Jet could only chuckle as they made their way up to their floor, briefly dropping everyone's stuff off in the adjoining rooms before heading to Jet's so she could grab her things before they went out for some Los Angeles sight-seeing. While she scavenged the room for her sunglasses, Carol glanced around, as if she was looking for something too. She turned to face Jet, a slightly disappointed frown on her face.
"Is Phillip not coming?"
Jet almost visibly deflated. She hadn't told her family about their break-up; their calls were so few and far between that it never seemed like a good idea to mar them with that kind of thing, and Jet hadn't thought to say something before they'd flown to LA.
"Oh. Er, no. We're not together anymore."
"Oh, honey!" Carol wrapped Jet into a tight hug. "What happened?"
"Nothing," she lied. "It just wasn't working out."
"But he was loaded!" Olivia exclaimed. "You don't break up with a rich dude!"
"Why didn't you tell us?" Carol asked, letting go of her hold on her daughter.
Jet shrugged. "Forgot. Come on, we should go if we wanna get the most out of the day."
They were all aware of the blatant subject change, but none of them mentioned it. They gathered their things together and made their way out, Seb hanging back to fall into step beside his twin. The two of them let the others get a few feet ahead of them.
"You alright?" he murmured.
"Yeah."
"We could all see how much you loved him. If you wanna talk or whatever – "
"I'm fine, Seb. I promise."
He knew her better than that; twenty-six years ago they shared a womb together and he'd known her inside out ever since. Still, if she didn't want to talk about how she clearly wasn't fine, Seb wouldn't push. Trying to force Jet into something had never worked out well.
"Alright, don't hurt me."
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Los Angeles, California
If Jet didn't know better, she'd say her mother was more excited about seeing Corey than she was about seeing her own daughter. The whole NXT contingent flew into California for SummerSlam, as was customary for the pay-per-views. AJ, on the other hand, only had eyes for a certain Irishman who was working out in the hotel gym, minding his own business.
"You have to introduce us," she demanded, staring longingly at Fergal Devitt. Her eyes almost bulged out of the sockets when he peeled his sweaty shirt off his body, giving her a full view of his God-like abs.
"You're not gonna be a creep, right?"
"I won't be like you with Undertaker, no."
Jet scowled. "Fine. Come on." The two of them made their way over, giving Devitt a moment to finish his crunches before he smiled at them both.
"Juliette, good to see you!" He leaned forward for a hug, and Jet could see AJ over his shoulder, biting her lip as she struggled not to reach out and stroke him.
"You too. I should make introductions – Fergal Devitt, this is April Mendez. April, Fergal."
AJ's hand eagerly shot out. "Pleasure to meet you."
Since she owed her friend for keeping the situation with Jon a secret, Jet figured she could do AJ a solid. "I need to go check on the family and everything. You guys hang out, get to know each other."
"Sure," Devitt agreed while AJ shot Jet a thankful smile.
Jet winked, making her way back up to her room where Corey and Carol were continuing their heartfelt reunion. Anyone would think it had been years since they'd seen each other, not four months. She flopped down on the bed, smiling at the two of them.
"I need to talk to you," Corey informed her, pointing a warning finger before turning back to Carol.
"Oh, I should disappear now anyway. Nigel wants to take Teddy to the beach and Olivia's more than keen. You'll make sure your brother stays out of trouble, yes?"
Jet rolled her eyes, more than used to that request. "Sure. Have fun."
Corey waited patiently for Carol to leave the room, then turned his most severe stare on Jet. "Don't think I don't know that you've been avoiding me."
"I have not. I've been busy."
"Too busy to come home?"
"Yes."
"Juliette…"
She sighed. Corey hardly ever called her by her full name so she knew he meant business. "I just… I don't want you looking at me like you used to. You were doing it last time I was home, after that date you set me up on with Dev didn't work out. I hate it when you do that."
"Oh, kid…" Corey stroked his hand down the back of her hair, pulling her close into a hug. "Why didn't you just say something? Just tell me to fuck off or something, I'd get the message."
"It's not just you. Being on the road all the time keeps me occupied. I don't want to have to go back to my shithole apartment in Orlando and remind myself that I'm not in Chicago."
Corey's hand drew idle shapes on Jet's back. "You know you're welcome to stay with me whenever you want. Please don't be a stranger anymore, we all miss you."
Jet nodded into his shoulder. "Sorry. I do miss you guys too." Jet didn't need to voice that she was missing someone else, Corey just understood. He wrapped his arms around her tighter and just hoped she'd feel better about all this soon.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Los Angeles, California
Jet's Friday started off pretty well. She had managed to fob off her family with an excuse about having a work commitment, so they went about doing their own thing while she sneaked away to Jon's room, making sure to keep a low profile. She hadn't heard any murmurs around the company about the two of them, and there was definitely nothing online, so she wasn't keen to give the secret away.
She hadn't noticed that it was almost midday until Seb text her to ask where they were meeting for lunch. She threw herself into the bathroom to tidy up, trying to make herself look like she hadn't just been ravished for hours. She was in the middle of applying her mascara when she heard Jon's voice floating in from the bedroom.
"Your phone keeps buzzing!"
"Can you check it for me? If it's Dave, kindly tell him to piss off."
Dave had called at least ten times since he became aware that she was in town. Jet couldn't stop thinking about it being him that had really been the catalyst in the breakdown of her relationship with Punk and, while she didn't blame him, she didn't want to get photographed out with him again. Honestly, all she wanted to do with her weekend was lay in bed with Jon. It was the only fun activity she seemed to have in her days.
There was a pause while Jet continued putting on her make-up. "Er, no. It's not Batista."
"Who is it? My brother?"
"You should probably come look yourself."
She set the tube down on the edge of the sink, stepping back into the bedroom. Jon tossed the device to her. 'Phil' and the same damn heart emoji flashed on her screen, accompanied with a message reading: Hope you're enjoying LA. You'd love the Chicago weather right now.
Jet sighed, the familiar feeling settling in her stomach every time she read a text from him. She didn't even know what that feeling was – some kind of mixture between yearning and pain. She tossed the phone onto the bed, seeing Jon watch her with concern.
"He text you a lot?"
"Couple of times a day usually." His texts had moved away from apologies and declarations of love to the simple texts he used to send her when she was on a run of shows. The simple ones seemed even worse.
"You ever reply?"
"No."
"If you don't want to talk, why don't you block him?"
Jet stared down at the floor and shrugged. "Dunno. Just haven't yet."
Jon smiled, but it was the soft smile he offered her now and then, rather than his smarmy one. "You're still in love with him. You can admit that, no one's gonna hold it against you."
"No, I'm not."
"Yeah, you are. It's obvious from the look on your face. You broke up pretty suddenly and you haven't got over him yet. Nothing wrong with that."
"I want to be over him!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "I'm sick of feeling like this every time I think about him!"
"Whoa, calm down," Jon replied gently, rubbing his hands down Jet's arms. He pulled her closer to stand in between his legs. "It's okay. Feeling like that's okay." He didn't know much at all about being in love with someone, but he figured that was the best thing to say.
"I just – I'm still so mad about what he said to me. I'm so angry that he ended up throwing that at me, and that only makes me even angrier at myself for still wanting him so badly. It's – you don't want to hear all this. Sorry," Jet mumbled, rubbing her hands over her face.
"Hey, you let me put my dick anywhere I want; the least I can do is listen to your meltdowns over your ex. I think that's the friend part of friends with benefits."
Jet smiled softly. Despite everything, she hadn't ever really considered her and Jon friends. They had certainly been friendly with each other, but not like he was with Colby or Joe. Maybe all this sex had actually solidified that part of their relationship. She leaned forward to push the hair away from his eyes and kissed his forehead.
"You're a good guy. I'll try to keep my meltdowns to a bare minimum."
"Good," he laughed, patting her cheek lightly. "Not sure how much real life advice I actually have to give you."
Jet was about to laugh along with him, when another burst of pain erupted in her mouth. She grimaced, gripping tightly to her jaw. Whatever was going on with her teeth was definitely getting worse.
"Jesus, have you still not seen a dentist? Open your mouth."
Jet kept it clamped shut. "I'm pretty sure you're not trained in dentistry," she mumbled.
"No, but any numbskull can tell if something's obviously wrong. Just open your damn mouth, Juliette."
That was the first time he'd called her by her full name, and she almost gaped at him in surprise. It sounded so different coming from his mouth. He took the opportunity to grab her jaw. Jet flinched back when he stuck his finger in her mouth, tapping along her teeth.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Counting. Stay still."
She sighed but re-opened her mouth, letting him get back to his counting.
"You only have twenty-eight teeth."
"Yeah…?"
"You're twenty-five, you should have your wisdom teeth by now. They're probably just about to come through and that's what's making you ache. You really need to see a dentist, they might be impacted," Jon informed her solemnly.
"How do you know so much about impacted wisdom teeth?"
"I don't, it's common sense."
"You calling me stupid?"
"The woman who has avoided the dentist for nine years? Yeah, I'm calling you stupid."
"Jeez, not nice."
Sunday, August 17, 2014
SummerSlam
Staples Center – Los Angeles, California
Jet didn't think it was actually possible to be as busy as she was without even being on the card. Her dad had come down with some kind of stomach bug on Saturday, so he was laid up in the hotel, but the rest of the family had accompanied Jet to the Staples Center, even though Jet wouldn't be wrestling. Seb had disappeared almost immediately with Nick, the two blonds super pumped to be able to hang out together again, and then Olivia had slipped off somewhere. Jet and Carol weren't particularly concerned about that – Olivia was seventeen, she'd find her way back – but when Teddy suddenly wasn't with them either, Jet went on the hunt.
Thankfully, it took barely five minutes to hunt the kid down. She found him surrounded by the Divas, all of them cooing over him and his obvious cuteness.
"Theodore Louis Madden, how many times have you been told not to go wandering off by yourself?" The group of women separated to let Jet get at her little brother, staring at him with exasperation. "Mum almost had a heart attack."
"Wait, you two are related?" Nikki Bella asked. "No way, he's way too cute to be related to you."
Jet rolled her eyes, having no time to deal with the twins. Teddy was usually the first to speak up in Jet's defence, but his attention was firmly on the lady closest to him. He was staring up at Summer like she was a Goddess, and Summer was simpering over him.
"How come I can't find any men as cute as you?"
"I'll be your man," Teddy replied, so smooth that Jet was convinced Seb had been giving him lessons.
"Teddy, stop trying to chat up my friends. Come on, I'm taking you back to mum."
Teddy sighed but winked at Summer, letting Jet grab his hand and lead him down the corridors to a chorus of women calling after him. Halfway back, Jet spotted the hulking form of her fellow Heyman client. She tried to lead Teddy over to him, only for the young boy to hide behind her legs, hurriedly trying to pull her backwards.
"Whoa, chill out. Brock's nice, I promise!"
Teddy shook his head rapidly, looking absolutely terrified of The Beast. She couldn't blame him, she'd been the same when they first met.
"Alright, how about you wait here while I go speak to him, yeah?" Jet asked, letting Teddy hide around the corner.
"Okay," he agreed. "Don't be long."
Jet ruffled her brother's hair and nodded, making her way over to where Brock was prepping for his main event match. The small woman slapped a hand on his bicep from behind, drawing his attention as he slipped his headphones off his ears.
"'Sup Broccoli? Ready to kick Cena's ass?"
Brock rolled his eyes at the nickname but had long since given up trying to make Jet stop. "Always ready. You spoken to Steph yet?"
"Er, no? Am I meant to?"
"Yep," Brock winked, obviously knowing something she didn't. "I don't want to spoil the surprise."
"Ooh, now I'm intrigued."
"Me too since there's a small person staring at you from over there."
Jet glanced over her shoulder, seeing the moment Brock and Teddy made eye contact. Teddy went scampering back around the corner, drawing a laugh from his sister. "That's my little brother. He's too scared of you to come over here."
Brock immediately took it upon himself to change that. He made his way towards Teddy, freezing the little guy in his spot when he crouched down to make them equal height. Jet thought her brother might pee himself until she settled a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Hi little dude. I'm Brock, what's your name?"
"Er, Theodore, Mister Lesnar, sir."
Brock chuckled. This kid was too much. "You can just call me Brock, Theodore. Would it be okay if I call you Ted?"
Teddy nodded, slightly loosening his grip on Jet's jeans. "Everyone calls me Teddy."
"Teddy is the coolest name. If you're anything like your sister, you must be super cool."
"Tell Broccoli you're the coolest," Jet encouraged, nudging Teddy forward so he was standing directly in front of Brock.
"Broccoli?" he snorted, glancing up at Jet with amusement glinting in his eyes.
"That's what she likes to call me, but since you're so cool I'll let you use it too."
"See Ted, I told you he's not scary at all, right? Only when he's in the ring beating the crap out of people," Jet added. "You better say goodbye, we really need to get you back to mum."
Brock held out his hand for a high-five, getting an almost overzealous one from Teddy. Brock winked at the older Madden, ruffling her hair as he stood. "I'll see you after you've spoken to Steph."
Jet squinted her eyes, desperately wanting to know what was going on. "Alright, I guess I'll see you later…"
After dropping Teddy back off with Carol and hunting down Olivia – who had somehow found herself hanging out with Big E and getting on splendidly with him – Jet led them out to their seats a few rows back from the front, then weaved through the back, trying to find Steph when she wasn't in her office. When a hand grabbed her wrist and tugged her backwards, Jet squeaked and almost fell on her ass when she lost all her balance. A strong arm came around her waist, pulling her down a darker hallway. Jon grinned down at her when he settled her upright, earning himself a slap in the chest.
"Stop making me think I'm being murdered!"
"Sorry, sorry," he said hurriedly, dragging her closer so he could smash their lips together, all excitement and no finesse.
"What are you doing?" Jet gasped, breaking apart just for a moment. Jon tried to ignore her, swooping down for her mouth again, only for Jet to duck out of the way.
"I'm wound up, okay?" he muttered. "I've got a damn match to get ready for but I can't with this." He waved his hand in the direction of his groin and Jet caught on.
"Oh. Jon, we can't do that here. What if someone catches us?" They were in a very quiet area of the arena, but anyone could pop up.
"No one will if we're quiet. Come on kitten, please." He didn't give her time to answer, attaching his lips to the soft spot behind her ear. Something about that petname did strange things to Jet's stomach. She was convinced without much effort at all.
It was so hard to stay quiet when Jon unceremoniously shoved her skirt and panties down, and just about tugged open his belt so he could pull down the zipper on his jeans. It was even hard when he dragged her a little further into the dark and pushed her harder against the wall, nipping his teeth along her collarbone.
"Ready?"
"Yeah. Just do it."
With that permission, Jon pushed into her, holding his hand over her mouth when she cried out in pleasure. Her hands closed around his wrist and Jon initially thought she was trying to pull him off until he realised she was holding him closer, keeping the sound from escaping her mouth and giving her something solid to hold onto while he worked her over. He had to bury his face in her hair to muffle his own sounds until they were both finished. Jet bit down hard on the space between thumb and forefinger as she came, smiling apologetically when she saw the bite marks.
"Sorry. Didn't know what else to do."
"No worries," Jon panted, his forehead still pressing into her hair. "Thanks. That was real good."
Jet grinned, lightly pushing him off her, pulling her panties and skirt back up. "Now I've gotta find a bathroom to clean up before I find Steph."
"Or you could leave it," Jon suggested, looking thoroughly turned on by the idea. "What you gotta see Steph for?"
"Don't know. Apparently she wants to talk to me and Brock thinks I'll like it. Better question – what got you so wound up?"
He grinned, leaning in to lick a strip up the column of Jet's neck, all the way to her ear. "Thinking about all the things I'm gonna do to you when we get to Vegas."
Jet bit her lip. She definitely wanted to hear about those things, but she had things she had to do. "I'll look forward to it. You should go get a warm up done. Don't want you pulling a muscle, do we?"
"Of course not. See you in Vegas," Jon winked, heading back the way he'd come.
Jet was infinitely more flustered by the time she continued her search for Steph.
"Mar!"
Jet really was trying to find her boss, but it seemed the universe was throwing as many distractions in her way as possible. Catching up with Mrs Mizanin was pretty crucial to her. The two blondes hugged tightly.
"Juliette! I heard about what happened with Phil, but his loss is clearly the world's gain. Look at you, you look fabulous!"
Only Maryse could make a break-up seem that good. "Thanks. I would tell you that you look like a Goddess, but I'm pretty sure I say that every time I see you."
The two of them launched into an excited conversation, filling each other in on what had been happening since they had last had a chance to talk face-to-face. Jet barely noticed the time passing until everyone started disappearing to prepare for the imminent beginning of the show. She and Maryse kept talking until AJ stomped her way over to them, a furious scowl on her face. She seemed so annoyed that she didn't even say hi to Maryse.
"Guess who's down the corridor talking to Renee?"
Jet turned to look at AJ, shrugging her shoulders. "Who?"
"Beadle."
Jet's prolonged groan was so loud it drew plenty of attention in their direction. "Are you serious?"
"Yup."
"What? What's happening?" Maryse asked, confusion all over her features.
"Michelle Beadle," AJ clarified before launching into a re-telling of their last encounter with the NBC reporter.
Maryse looked progressively more pissed off as AJ continued. By the time the story was finished, Maryse had bent down to remove her high heels, stomping her way down the hallway. Jet and AJ were frozen for a moment before realising what the French-Canadian was going to do, and darted after her. She'd been smart to remove her dangerously high heels, it gave her a distinct speed advantage.
"So you're the one who thinks she can insults my friends, yes?"
"Excuse me?"
Renee looked puzzled, glancing between the four women. Jet shook her head at the Canadian, advising her silently that she didn't want to get involved. Renee held her hands up, taking a few steps back.
"You heard me," Maryse continued. "I've heard plenty about you."
"Hm, we've all heard plenty about you," Michelle shot back.
The insinuation was unavoidable. Jet's mouth dropped open and she stepped forward, even closer to Michelle than Maryse had been while AJ tried holding the Quebecoise back from slapping Michelle in the face.
"How dare you? Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Well I guess I'm the women who can actually keep a guy satisfied for more than a few months."
Jet scoffed. This had all started over Punk, it wasn't at all surprising that Michelle would go right back there. "You are a special kind of pathetic. You know absolutely nothing about me and him."
Michelle settled a hand on her hip, sneering at Jet. "Hm, I can guess plenty about you. You're probably just another one of the whores he seems to like so much."
Renee gasped, while the three women in front of Michelle were about ready to whoop some ass. They would have, if not for the sudden booming voice from behind them.
"How dare you?!"
Jet stepped back, watching Hunter step dangerously close to Michelle. She was half convinced that he was going to turn around and rip her out too, but he kept all his focus on the NBC woman, his face contorted in anger.
"You are a guest of this company, and you dare speak to my employees like that? I suggest you go find your seat before I reconsider that status as a guest."
AJ and Jet gaped while Michelle hurried out to the seating area, obviously much less keen on arguing with Paul Levesque than she was with the women.
"Wow," Jet muttered. AJ mimicked her surprised face, both of them stunned that Hunter would stand up for them like that. "Er, thanks."
"Yeah, no problem. No one's allowed to get on your case but me," Hunter replied promptly, slapping both of his big hands on Jet and AJ's shoulders. "Steph's been looking for you for ages, come on."
"I'll catch you guys later," Jet told AJ and Maryse, shrugging when they shot her curious looks.
With Steph's instructions in her mind, Jet made her way out to the ring with Paul and Brock. She caught her mother's eye and winked before taking her spot outside the ring with Paul. Sure, she was basically valeting the next WWE World Heavyweight Champion, but that totally counted as being part of the main event.
She got the best viewing position for the decimation of John Cena, stunned that the match had been written this way. She had never seen John take such a beating from anyone, so most of her ringside reactions were legitimate. When Brock finally planted John on the canvas and covered him for the three, Jet was in the ring in a heartbeat. She threw her arms around Brock's neck, congratulating him as zealously as she could. Brock only wrapped one arm around her lower back, keeping his Beast act up for the cameras. Paul was in the ring with them both next, watching with pride and delight as Brock was handed the titles. He stood in between Jet and Brock, leaving the viewers with the resounding image of the Paul Heyman clients standing tall over John Cena's broken body.
That ended up being way longer than I planned. Whoops.
Just for the sake of my own curiosity, I want you guys to tell me - are you currently Team Punk or Team Jon?
