DISCLAIMER:: aha, i've been forgetting all this fun stuff l8ly...but yes, i own nothing.
CHARACTERS:: in this chapter, just Trish and John.
Once their flight had landed, Trish and John waited an hour for their luggage. There was some kind of security issue, so their plans changed. Instead of going out to get something to eat, they decided to go to one of their hotel rooms and order a pizza. Of course, neither of them really minded going to the other's hotel room...
"John, your room or mine?" Trish joked as John carried both of their luggage down the hall.
"Yours." John said.
Trish was surprised by the answer to say the least.."Well, someone's getting a little ahead of themselves..." she joked again.
"No, no, no! I mean if the guys see you walking in or out of my hotel room, they'll think we were...uhh...well you know. And if I walk into my hotel room at some insane hour, no one will notice...they'll just think I went out...I wouldn't want to make Trish Stratus walk to her hotel room in the wee hours of the morning, would I?" John quickly said to explain his reasoning.
Trish laughed. "Alright, my room...go drop off your bags and I'll order the pizza...be at my room in 10 minutes."
John dropped off Trish's bags in her room, and then went to drop off his. He put on some cologne, checked that his clothes were clean, and headed for her room.
When he got there, Trish had been watching TV.
"John, could you grab me a coke out of the mini-fridge? You can grab whatever you want from it." Trish said, aknowledging that John had walked in.
John grabbed a beer and brought Trish her coke. He sat down next to her on the couch and started watching whatever she had been watching. It turned out that it was some girly show that he wasn't particularly interested in.
"Come on Trish, change the channel."
"And what if I don't?" Trish said, smirking.
"Then I'll just have to..." John said as he tickled her stomach.
Trish let out a squeal before John covered her mouth with his hand so no one would hear. He continued tickling her until he had wrestled her onto the ground. For a moment their eyes locked and John slowly lowered his head and kissed her. Trish dropped the remote and pulled him in closer. John ran his tongue over her lips, and then slipped his tongue into her mouth, while she slowly slid her hands up his shirt, feeling his hard abs. By this time, Trish had totally forgotten that they had ordered pizza, and the pizza guy knocked at the door.
'Who the hell..shit!' Trish thought.
"John, John" Trish said as John continued kissing her neck.
"John! The pizza's here...hang on." Trish got up, paid for the pizza, brought it in, and sat down on the couch where John was sitting.
"Sorry about that back there. I got a bit carried away." John said.
"Oh no...it's okay...really." Trish answered, not trying to make her feelings COMPLETELY obvious.
"I just don't want things to be awkward. We're still friends, right?" John said, in denial of what had just happened.
"Yea, of course we are!"
"Okay...well, I think I should get going, it's kinda late...see you tomorrow!" John said in a hurry...then he left the room quickly.
'That's great...we're friends. FRIENDS...if I wasn't so damn shy I'd tell him how I feel...but whatever. He's John Cena...I've got tons of competition...I don't know why I bother sometimes...but he IS a great kisser.' Trish thought.
---in John's hotel room---
'Shit! Why did I walk out on her like that?! I'm so stupid...' John thought as he washed his face. 'Maybe I should call her. And tell her. Wait no...I should do it in person. And I will. At the SmackDown taping, I will tell Trish Stratus how much she means to me.'
CHARACTERS:: in this chapter, just Trish and John.
Once their flight had landed, Trish and John waited an hour for their luggage. There was some kind of security issue, so their plans changed. Instead of going out to get something to eat, they decided to go to one of their hotel rooms and order a pizza. Of course, neither of them really minded going to the other's hotel room...
"John, your room or mine?" Trish joked as John carried both of their luggage down the hall.
"Yours." John said.
Trish was surprised by the answer to say the least.."Well, someone's getting a little ahead of themselves..." she joked again.
"No, no, no! I mean if the guys see you walking in or out of my hotel room, they'll think we were...uhh...well you know. And if I walk into my hotel room at some insane hour, no one will notice...they'll just think I went out...I wouldn't want to make Trish Stratus walk to her hotel room in the wee hours of the morning, would I?" John quickly said to explain his reasoning.
Trish laughed. "Alright, my room...go drop off your bags and I'll order the pizza...be at my room in 10 minutes."
John dropped off Trish's bags in her room, and then went to drop off his. He put on some cologne, checked that his clothes were clean, and headed for her room.
When he got there, Trish had been watching TV.
"John, could you grab me a coke out of the mini-fridge? You can grab whatever you want from it." Trish said, aknowledging that John had walked in.
John grabbed a beer and brought Trish her coke. He sat down next to her on the couch and started watching whatever she had been watching. It turned out that it was some girly show that he wasn't particularly interested in.
"Come on Trish, change the channel."
"And what if I don't?" Trish said, smirking.
"Then I'll just have to..." John said as he tickled her stomach.
Trish let out a squeal before John covered her mouth with his hand so no one would hear. He continued tickling her until he had wrestled her onto the ground. For a moment their eyes locked and John slowly lowered his head and kissed her. Trish dropped the remote and pulled him in closer. John ran his tongue over her lips, and then slipped his tongue into her mouth, while she slowly slid her hands up his shirt, feeling his hard abs. By this time, Trish had totally forgotten that they had ordered pizza, and the pizza guy knocked at the door.
'Who the hell..shit!' Trish thought.
"John, John" Trish said as John continued kissing her neck.
"John! The pizza's here...hang on." Trish got up, paid for the pizza, brought it in, and sat down on the couch where John was sitting.
"Sorry about that back there. I got a bit carried away." John said.
"Oh no...it's okay...really." Trish answered, not trying to make her feelings COMPLETELY obvious.
"I just don't want things to be awkward. We're still friends, right?" John said, in denial of what had just happened.
"Yea, of course we are!"
"Okay...well, I think I should get going, it's kinda late...see you tomorrow!" John said in a hurry...then he left the room quickly.
'That's great...we're friends. FRIENDS...if I wasn't so damn shy I'd tell him how I feel...but whatever. He's John Cena...I've got tons of competition...I don't know why I bother sometimes...but he IS a great kisser.' Trish thought.
---in John's hotel room---
'Shit! Why did I walk out on her like that?! I'm so stupid...' John thought as he washed his face. 'Maybe I should call her. And tell her. Wait no...I should do it in person. And I will. At the SmackDown taping, I will tell Trish Stratus how much she means to me.'