PART SIX

When John kissed her, Trish reacted almost instantly, pressing her hands up against his chest and pushing him violently away from her. But for some reason, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much force she put into her shove, it had no effect whatsoever. He didn't even budge. Not only did he continue to kiss her, but he bit her lip, not hard enough to draw blood or really hurt her, but enough to sting her into opening her mouth so he could slide his tongue in. Trish stood there for a moment, having no clue what to do as he explored her mouth with his own. She closed hereyes as she felt his hands touch her sides, sliding down until they stopped, resting directly on her ass. John smirked as his lips continued to ravage Trish's lips, knowing full well that she was close to giving in. He lightly squeezed her ass, grinning with satisfaction as he heard a tiny whimper escape her lips.

Noticing that he had finally seemed to let his guard down, Trish pushed him away again, this time causing him to break off the kiss. He stared down at her, the same intense glare in his eyes that was there earlier in the day. Trish suddenly felt her mouth run dry, losing the ability to swallow as she felt a lump form in her throat. She reached her hand out to slap him, but froze in midair. Looking over at her hand, she noticed how badly it was shaking, and she knew she couldn't do it. She couldn't slap him. Then, losing all of her thoughts in the moment, she placed her hand around his neck, drawing him to her and pressing their lips together. John kissed her again, but this time Trish didn't try to push him away. She responded fervently, wrapping her other arm around his neck as well as she pulled him even closer to her, pressing her back up against the hotel room door. As their kiss deepened, Trish slid her hand along the door, reaching for the handle and gripping it tightly. John took note of what she was doing and stepped back, thankful that the door hadn't shut all the way when he'd stopped her from opening it a few minutes ago. She pulled the door open, yanking him in the room with her and slamming the door shut behind them.

The second she turned around to face him again, John was all over her. He held her up against the door, his hands gripping her waist as his tongue plunged back into her mouth. Trish moved her hands to John's waist as well, her hands going underneath of his t-shirt and running over his solid abs. She grinned at the way his muscles jumped under her touch. Sliding her hands  up further, John broke the kiss long enough to help her pull his shirt off, watching Trish drop it carelessly to the floor. It was only a matter of seconds before John's lips were on her again, this time finding her neck instead of her mouth. As he kissed and lightly nibbled on her neck, Trish closed her eyes, another soft moan escaping from her.

She took a second to think about how wrong it was for the two of them to be going at it like this. They were enemies... hell, calling them enemies was an understatement. They *despised* each other. Trish didn't know what possessed John Cena to kiss her, but for some strange reason, she was finding herself glad that he did. As much as she hated to admit it, John was an extremely good kisser. And if he kept at what he was doing, she was going to lose herself... if she hadn't already done so. As her mind clouded over, she lost all desire to resist him. She couldn't hide it if she tried. She wanted it, she wanted *him* bad.

She cupped her hands around his face, drawing him back to her lips. She kissed him eagerly, pressing her body tightly against his. John broke the kiss again, sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt and yanking it up over her head. He discarded it as quickly as she had done with his, and then he looked her over, licking his lips in anticipation. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he turned from the door and carried her to the room. Quickly locating the bed, John walked over to it and dropped Trish on it, laying down on top of her. He looked down at her, their eyes meeting instantly. The lust and desire in his intense eyes sent chills down the blonde woman's spine. He kissed her again, his coarse hands running down the soft skin on her sides. He moved down, her lips still pursed together as his kissed his way down her chest and stomach. He paused at her stomach, reaching out and pulling at the waistband of her sweatpants. He carefully helped her slide them off, tossing them to the floor, and then resting back on his heels for a minute. He took a few seconds to run his gaze up and down her body, drinking in the sight of her.

"Damn," he muttered, shaking his head. He didn't think he'd ever met someone quite as beautiful as Trish Stratus.

Trish felt a tiny blush forming on her cheeks as she watched him check her out appreciatively, but her skin was so flushed already that she doubted he would notice. He came back to her, kissing her again, this time, very softly and almost tentatively. She wrapped her arms around him, sliding her hands down his back, noting that even the muscles back there were perfect. He was flawless, and at this point, Trish didn't even care if what they were doing was wrong. She slid her hands in front of him, undoing the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down. All of a sudden, John stopped kissing her, and his head snapped up. Trish cupped her hands around his face and tried to bring his gaze back down to her, but he refused to move his head. Raising an eyebrow, Trish wondered what was wrong.

"John?" she questioned curiously.

Reaching his hand up, John pushed Trish's hands off of his face, shifting himself away from her on the bed. He sat up, a look of surprise and confusion on his face. Then, without a word of warning, he sprang up, bolting out of the room. Trish sat there for a moment, bewildered by his actions, before she was up and after him. She followed him to the door, but before she could catch up with him, it had already swung shut behind him. Her head dropped in disappointment, and she noticed that he hadn't even taken the time to pick up his shirt on the way out. She turned her back to the door, leaning up against as she closed her eyes in disbelief...

And two tears ran down her cheeks.

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