Disclaimer: I do not own John Cena, Trish Stratus or any of the other WWE
superstars in this story; they are all owned in and by themselves and the
World Wrestling Entertainment franchise.
A/N: It has been a long hard road for me and this fiction, but none the less I am giving it a try and getting back into the groove of it, but never fear I will be working on my other fictions and my other name. Thanks for all the support with this story thus far, keep it coming; it fuels my juices for this fiction.
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As John walked into the arena his thoughts flooded back to the week before when him and Trish had gone out after the show, and he felt himself get lost in the thoughts of that night.
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"So what did you have in mind to do tonight John Boy?"
"Don't call me that, it was bad enough hearing it from my mother, but when chicks do it, it ruins the whole persona I have going."
"But is that persona the real you?" Trish asked, keeping her eyes in the road, but making sure her question got across as she drove. This had to be the first time that a guy hadn't gotten anal over her getting behind the wheel of a car. It even seemed like John liked it.
"Yes it is. But none the less, hearing you call me John Boy freaks me out."
"Then consider it dropped. I mean didn't we make that pact not to do anything to piss the other one off?"
"Yeah, and Trish it's called a truce."
"Yeah, keep your mouth shut."
"But if I did that, then where would we go babe?"
Laughing, Trish turned the car into a midnight diner, and not wasting a moment, shut the ignition off and hopped out.
"Are you coming smart guy?"
John hadn't expected a diner to be this busy at this time of night but it was jumping and he had to admit that he liked the atmosphere and was glad that he hadn't had a chance to choose. This just seemed perfect.
As they were taken to the booth in the back, Trish sat down and looked across the table studying his face.
"You don't like it do you?"
"I do like it actually, it's quaint. How did you find a place like this in a town like this?"
"Call it a woman's instinct, and I am glad you like it. So why don't you pick something you want to eat and we can get down to business."
John laughed and looked into her eyes as she said it. "What business would that be?"
"The business of having a good time that's what. Now order before I do it for you."
John took a look at the menu and when the waitress came back to take the order, she flashed him a smile. After a few minutes of taking the order she left and Trish burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh she was totally coming on to you and you didn't even flinch."
"Well I happen to be sitting here with a gorgeous woman, why the hell would I want to ruin it?"
"Because she was hot and totally wanting you. The girl sitting with you isn't interested."
"Not even a little bit?"
Blushing, Trish tried to hide it, only to make herself look even worse. Taking her hand away from her face and allowing John to see the hint of red in her cheeks, he smiled causing her to break out laughing to hide the embarrassment.
"Yes a little bit, but don't tell on me, I wouldn't want you to get a big head. Oh wait, you already have one!"
"Hey! That wasn't nice. What happened to the truce?"
Nodding her head to acknowledge that she hadn't forgotten, Trish heard a song she liked on the jukebox and immediately pulled John to his feet to dance with her.
"Wait Trish, are you sure you want to do this? People are watching us."
"I want to dance and I know you want to dance with me. You get to touch me and hold me as close as you want and I won'' push you away.
As they got out onto the dance floor, John wrapped his arms around her, bringing her face down to his chest, he just swayed with the music. He noticed the waitress bring the food, but there was no way in hell he was moving back now.
At the end of the song, instead of pulling away from her and going back to where they were seated, he looked down into her eyes, and seeing the heat embalming in them, he brought his head down and kissed her deeply, tasting the sweat and the salt on her lips and just taking it all in. There wasn't any other place he wanted to be right now then with this woman and in this moment.
"Wow." Trish managed to mutter as the kiss ended and they made their way back to their table with the sound of faint clapping dancing around them as people in the diner took notice of the intimate moment they had shared. Blushing, Trish waved to the people and took her seat.
"Now you know that is going to be in their paper tomorrow and the WWE is going to have a field day with it."
"Yes but you knew that when you kissed back didn't you?"
'I did, and I wouldn't mind doing it again." She whispered before taking a bite into her food. Closing his eyes and reliving that moment, John felt someone tap him on the shoulder.
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"What?" he asked, a little pissed off that someone had taken him away from his thoughts.
"We have a match next, I just wanted to make sure you were on this planet." Kurt said, laughing and slapping his friend on the shoulder.
"Sorry, I was remembering something I had to do before the match."
"Well you've got ten minutes. I suggest that you take this time to do it, otherwise our match is going to go down like shit."
Smiling at Kurt as he walked away, he decided that he had to do this and if he didn't, he might lose his one shot at making this whole thing work. They were a good team and he didn't want to lose it now.
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"I'm decent, come on in!" Trish exclaimed as she heard the knock on the locker room door. All the women had gone out to see their men, and now she was here alone getting ready for her match against Shaniqua.
As she watched the room door open she saw the familiar hat and smiled. She hadn't seen or heard from him since their date and she thought he had forgotten completely about what had happened. Seeing him now made it all flood back.
"I'm not interrupting am I?"
"No of course not, I wouldn't have let you in if you had been silly. What can I do for you?"
"Just this."
Making his way from the door quickly he picked her up into his arms, realizing how well she fit and he wrapped his arms around her and allowed her lips to meet his this time, and to slowly slide his tongue into her mouth, pushing the kiss deeper and deeper. After a few minutes and feeling the need for a breath he pulled away and let her go.
"Wow what did I do to deserve that display? She asked sweetly throwing him a look that just made his insides turn to mush.
"I just had to do it."
"Well I am glad you had to do it. There was something other then kissing I had to talk to you about though."
"What's that princess?"
"I'm supposed to come down and help Kurt win tonight. They will eventually put us together for sure, but for tonight they want me to do this."
"You're worried that I would be angry weren't you?"
"A little" Trish said, allowing her blush from the other night to come back in full force.
"Well don't be. Just make sure you make yourself look hot tonight, because once this interference is over, I am coming back here and I am taking you out."
"And if I say no?"
"Then I might just have to kiss you again."
Smiling, and touching his chest gently, she kissed his lips and watched him walk away to go suit up for his match. As much as she didn't want to admit it, it seemed that she was going to like working on Smack Down.
"God help me, I think I have a thing for John Cena."
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A/N: It has been a long hard road for me and this fiction, but none the less I am giving it a try and getting back into the groove of it, but never fear I will be working on my other fictions and my other name. Thanks for all the support with this story thus far, keep it coming; it fuels my juices for this fiction.
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As John walked into the arena his thoughts flooded back to the week before when him and Trish had gone out after the show, and he felt himself get lost in the thoughts of that night.
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"So what did you have in mind to do tonight John Boy?"
"Don't call me that, it was bad enough hearing it from my mother, but when chicks do it, it ruins the whole persona I have going."
"But is that persona the real you?" Trish asked, keeping her eyes in the road, but making sure her question got across as she drove. This had to be the first time that a guy hadn't gotten anal over her getting behind the wheel of a car. It even seemed like John liked it.
"Yes it is. But none the less, hearing you call me John Boy freaks me out."
"Then consider it dropped. I mean didn't we make that pact not to do anything to piss the other one off?"
"Yeah, and Trish it's called a truce."
"Yeah, keep your mouth shut."
"But if I did that, then where would we go babe?"
Laughing, Trish turned the car into a midnight diner, and not wasting a moment, shut the ignition off and hopped out.
"Are you coming smart guy?"
John hadn't expected a diner to be this busy at this time of night but it was jumping and he had to admit that he liked the atmosphere and was glad that he hadn't had a chance to choose. This just seemed perfect.
As they were taken to the booth in the back, Trish sat down and looked across the table studying his face.
"You don't like it do you?"
"I do like it actually, it's quaint. How did you find a place like this in a town like this?"
"Call it a woman's instinct, and I am glad you like it. So why don't you pick something you want to eat and we can get down to business."
John laughed and looked into her eyes as she said it. "What business would that be?"
"The business of having a good time that's what. Now order before I do it for you."
John took a look at the menu and when the waitress came back to take the order, she flashed him a smile. After a few minutes of taking the order she left and Trish burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh she was totally coming on to you and you didn't even flinch."
"Well I happen to be sitting here with a gorgeous woman, why the hell would I want to ruin it?"
"Because she was hot and totally wanting you. The girl sitting with you isn't interested."
"Not even a little bit?"
Blushing, Trish tried to hide it, only to make herself look even worse. Taking her hand away from her face and allowing John to see the hint of red in her cheeks, he smiled causing her to break out laughing to hide the embarrassment.
"Yes a little bit, but don't tell on me, I wouldn't want you to get a big head. Oh wait, you already have one!"
"Hey! That wasn't nice. What happened to the truce?"
Nodding her head to acknowledge that she hadn't forgotten, Trish heard a song she liked on the jukebox and immediately pulled John to his feet to dance with her.
"Wait Trish, are you sure you want to do this? People are watching us."
"I want to dance and I know you want to dance with me. You get to touch me and hold me as close as you want and I won'' push you away.
As they got out onto the dance floor, John wrapped his arms around her, bringing her face down to his chest, he just swayed with the music. He noticed the waitress bring the food, but there was no way in hell he was moving back now.
At the end of the song, instead of pulling away from her and going back to where they were seated, he looked down into her eyes, and seeing the heat embalming in them, he brought his head down and kissed her deeply, tasting the sweat and the salt on her lips and just taking it all in. There wasn't any other place he wanted to be right now then with this woman and in this moment.
"Wow." Trish managed to mutter as the kiss ended and they made their way back to their table with the sound of faint clapping dancing around them as people in the diner took notice of the intimate moment they had shared. Blushing, Trish waved to the people and took her seat.
"Now you know that is going to be in their paper tomorrow and the WWE is going to have a field day with it."
"Yes but you knew that when you kissed back didn't you?"
'I did, and I wouldn't mind doing it again." She whispered before taking a bite into her food. Closing his eyes and reliving that moment, John felt someone tap him on the shoulder.
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"What?" he asked, a little pissed off that someone had taken him away from his thoughts.
"We have a match next, I just wanted to make sure you were on this planet." Kurt said, laughing and slapping his friend on the shoulder.
"Sorry, I was remembering something I had to do before the match."
"Well you've got ten minutes. I suggest that you take this time to do it, otherwise our match is going to go down like shit."
Smiling at Kurt as he walked away, he decided that he had to do this and if he didn't, he might lose his one shot at making this whole thing work. They were a good team and he didn't want to lose it now.
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"I'm decent, come on in!" Trish exclaimed as she heard the knock on the locker room door. All the women had gone out to see their men, and now she was here alone getting ready for her match against Shaniqua.
As she watched the room door open she saw the familiar hat and smiled. She hadn't seen or heard from him since their date and she thought he had forgotten completely about what had happened. Seeing him now made it all flood back.
"I'm not interrupting am I?"
"No of course not, I wouldn't have let you in if you had been silly. What can I do for you?"
"Just this."
Making his way from the door quickly he picked her up into his arms, realizing how well she fit and he wrapped his arms around her and allowed her lips to meet his this time, and to slowly slide his tongue into her mouth, pushing the kiss deeper and deeper. After a few minutes and feeling the need for a breath he pulled away and let her go.
"Wow what did I do to deserve that display? She asked sweetly throwing him a look that just made his insides turn to mush.
"I just had to do it."
"Well I am glad you had to do it. There was something other then kissing I had to talk to you about though."
"What's that princess?"
"I'm supposed to come down and help Kurt win tonight. They will eventually put us together for sure, but for tonight they want me to do this."
"You're worried that I would be angry weren't you?"
"A little" Trish said, allowing her blush from the other night to come back in full force.
"Well don't be. Just make sure you make yourself look hot tonight, because once this interference is over, I am coming back here and I am taking you out."
"And if I say no?"
"Then I might just have to kiss you again."
Smiling, and touching his chest gently, she kissed his lips and watched him walk away to go suit up for his match. As much as she didn't want to admit it, it seemed that she was going to like working on Smack Down.
"God help me, I think I have a thing for John Cena."
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