Chapter 18:
Jean awoke slowly as light began to fill the room. She tried to stretch the kinks out of her muscles, but realized that she couldn't move because someone was holding her tightly. *What in the hell?* she wondered as she lifted the blanket up with her free arm since she was laying on the other, and glanced down to see a male arm draped over her waist, holding her close to his body. She was confused for a second, but then she recognized the clothes and a smile came to her face. She twisted her body slightly and looked up at Rene, who was still asleep. *Aw, he looks so innocent.* she thought as she saw the peaceful smile on his face. *I don't want to wake him up, but I really have to go to the bathroom.* she thought unhappily. *Well, here goes nothing!* She carefully began to ease out of his arms, trying her hardest not to wake him up, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she made it off the couch because she thought that she had succeeded in her goal. She quietly made her way to the bathroom, and then when she came out a few minutes later, her face fell as she saw Rene sitting up on the couch and stretching. "Shit," she said. "I'm so sorry! I was trying not to wake you up."
Rene smiled at her. "It's okay. I woke up as soon as you got up because it didn't feel right."
"Aww," Jean said and flushed, completely embarrassed by his compliment. *That was so adorable! I've never had a guy say anything that sweet to me before!* "That's really sweet Rene."
Rene shrugged slightly. "It's the truth though," he admitted shyly.
Jean smiled happily at him, then yawned widely. "Excuse me!"
"It's alright," Rene said, chuckling.
Jean glanced at Rene, then longingly at the unoccupied bed. "Would you mind..."
"Go back to sleep," Rene said, immediately understanding what she was asking. He sat back down on the couch and went for his shoes to put them on, but was interrupted by Jean.
"That's not what I meant dearie," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Huh?" Rene was completely confused.
"C'mon," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bed. She pulled the blankets down and crawled in, motioning for him to follow her.
He stood at the edge of the bed, just looking at her. "Wha...wha...I mean...why?"
"Because you're right, it did feel right when we were together," Jean admitted slowly. "And I liked the feeling of being held by you, because it made me feel like I was safe, and that no one was ever going to be able to hurt me again." She knew that while Rene wouldn't completely grasp the significance of that, because he didn't know what had happened in her past since Mr. McMahon had, as she requested, kept it a secret from everyone, but she had a feeling that he would appreciate it, and understand it in his own way.
Rene smiled happily at her as he started to climb into the bed, then paused. "Wait," he said. "Your cousins aren't going to kill me for this are they?"
Jean giggled at the nervous look on his face. "No, of course not! Sweetie, if they were going to hurt you they would have done it last night when they came back and found us asleep on the couch together. If they'd truly been upset about it they wouldn't have put a blanket on top of us," she reasoned.
"Oh," Rene said, unable to doubt the truth of that. "Well, I guess if you're sure that they won't because I don't much care for the idea of being put in a hospital because the guard dogs you call your cousins don't like the idea."
Jean rolled her eyes. "They won't hurt you, I promise," she said, holding up her right hand. "And even if they wanted to, I won't let them hurt you."
Rene nodded, and then climbed into bed and laid down next to her, smiling as he felt her cuddle close to his side with her head on his chest. He slid his arm underneath her shoulders and began to lazily play with her hair as he closed his eyes and started to think. He understood exactly what she was saying because whenever he held her, all he wanted to do was protect her from everything that life could throw at her. She wasn't technically his to hold and to protect yet, but he was going to do everything in his power to do so. He promised myself that he was never going to let her get hurt while she was in the WWE...he didn't care if she was technically with Evolution because they couldn't always be there for her backstage, and even though he knew that Matt, Jeff, and Amy would all lay down their lives for her, he still wanted to be the one that was there to shield her from all the evil in the world. *Wait, what the hell am I thinking?!* Rene stopped himself abruptly. He opened his eyes and looked down at Jean, only to realize that she had already fallen asleep again with a smile on her face. She looked so much like an angel in her sleep that he couldn't help but to fall for her a little more. She was honestly the sweetest person he'd ever met, and she was the first to look beyond the persona that the WWE had assigned to him when they started, and he had to admit that he'd started to fall for her ever since she'd cannonballed into him around that corner. His lips twisted up into a smile as he remembered the look on her face as she'd landed on her ass and the way that she'd just shrugged it off and laughed at herself. He didn't know many girls who would have been able to do that. He hugged her close to his side, then slowly drifted back off to sleep himself.
Jean awoke slowly as light began to fill the room. She tried to stretch the kinks out of her muscles, but realized that she couldn't move because someone was holding her tightly. *What in the hell?* she wondered as she lifted the blanket up with her free arm since she was laying on the other, and glanced down to see a male arm draped over her waist, holding her close to his body. She was confused for a second, but then she recognized the clothes and a smile came to her face. She twisted her body slightly and looked up at Rene, who was still asleep. *Aw, he looks so innocent.* she thought as she saw the peaceful smile on his face. *I don't want to wake him up, but I really have to go to the bathroom.* she thought unhappily. *Well, here goes nothing!* She carefully began to ease out of his arms, trying her hardest not to wake him up, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she made it off the couch because she thought that she had succeeded in her goal. She quietly made her way to the bathroom, and then when she came out a few minutes later, her face fell as she saw Rene sitting up on the couch and stretching. "Shit," she said. "I'm so sorry! I was trying not to wake you up."
Rene smiled at her. "It's okay. I woke up as soon as you got up because it didn't feel right."
"Aww," Jean said and flushed, completely embarrassed by his compliment. *That was so adorable! I've never had a guy say anything that sweet to me before!* "That's really sweet Rene."
Rene shrugged slightly. "It's the truth though," he admitted shyly.
Jean smiled happily at him, then yawned widely. "Excuse me!"
"It's alright," Rene said, chuckling.
Jean glanced at Rene, then longingly at the unoccupied bed. "Would you mind..."
"Go back to sleep," Rene said, immediately understanding what she was asking. He sat back down on the couch and went for his shoes to put them on, but was interrupted by Jean.
"That's not what I meant dearie," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Huh?" Rene was completely confused.
"C'mon," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bed. She pulled the blankets down and crawled in, motioning for him to follow her.
He stood at the edge of the bed, just looking at her. "Wha...wha...I mean...why?"
"Because you're right, it did feel right when we were together," Jean admitted slowly. "And I liked the feeling of being held by you, because it made me feel like I was safe, and that no one was ever going to be able to hurt me again." She knew that while Rene wouldn't completely grasp the significance of that, because he didn't know what had happened in her past since Mr. McMahon had, as she requested, kept it a secret from everyone, but she had a feeling that he would appreciate it, and understand it in his own way.
Rene smiled happily at her as he started to climb into the bed, then paused. "Wait," he said. "Your cousins aren't going to kill me for this are they?"
Jean giggled at the nervous look on his face. "No, of course not! Sweetie, if they were going to hurt you they would have done it last night when they came back and found us asleep on the couch together. If they'd truly been upset about it they wouldn't have put a blanket on top of us," she reasoned.
"Oh," Rene said, unable to doubt the truth of that. "Well, I guess if you're sure that they won't because I don't much care for the idea of being put in a hospital because the guard dogs you call your cousins don't like the idea."
Jean rolled her eyes. "They won't hurt you, I promise," she said, holding up her right hand. "And even if they wanted to, I won't let them hurt you."
Rene nodded, and then climbed into bed and laid down next to her, smiling as he felt her cuddle close to his side with her head on his chest. He slid his arm underneath her shoulders and began to lazily play with her hair as he closed his eyes and started to think. He understood exactly what she was saying because whenever he held her, all he wanted to do was protect her from everything that life could throw at her. She wasn't technically his to hold and to protect yet, but he was going to do everything in his power to do so. He promised myself that he was never going to let her get hurt while she was in the WWE...he didn't care if she was technically with Evolution because they couldn't always be there for her backstage, and even though he knew that Matt, Jeff, and Amy would all lay down their lives for her, he still wanted to be the one that was there to shield her from all the evil in the world. *Wait, what the hell am I thinking?!* Rene stopped himself abruptly. He opened his eyes and looked down at Jean, only to realize that she had already fallen asleep again with a smile on her face. She looked so much like an angel in her sleep that he couldn't help but to fall for her a little more. She was honestly the sweetest person he'd ever met, and she was the first to look beyond the persona that the WWE had assigned to him when they started, and he had to admit that he'd started to fall for her ever since she'd cannonballed into him around that corner. His lips twisted up into a smile as he remembered the look on her face as she'd landed on her ass and the way that she'd just shrugged it off and laughed at herself. He didn't know many girls who would have been able to do that. He hugged her close to his side, then slowly drifted back off to sleep himself.