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Chapter Eleven: Reaching New Levels
One Month Later
Mackenzie strained her arms, begging them not to give up as John encouraged her rather loudly from below, "C'mon, Mac! You can do it! You're almost there!"
Mackenzie let out a grunt that was a mix of agony and determination. Then, with one intense burst of adrenaline, Mackenzie managed to get her head over the bar. John smiled toothily, "ONE! Good job, Mac. You're first chin-up! All that work we've been doing on you're arms is starting to pay off. Now all we have to do is-"
"Bring that damn stool back over here, you idiot!" Mackenzie yelled from her dangling position.
"Yes Ma'am," John saluted. "Like I was saying, all we have to do now is get you to do an actual pull-up." He placed the stool underneath Mac's dangling feet and helped her get her grounding so that she could step down.
Mac stepped down onto the stool and allowed her arms to hang limply at her side. "Thank you."
"For…?" John asked as he took her hands, pulling her off the stool and into his arms.
"For everything," she smiled before pecking him on the lips.
He tightened his embrace and breathed into her neck, "No…I think it's me who should be thanking you."
Mackenzie stepped back with an awkward expression, "Me? What do I do?"
John grabbed her by the hand as he turned to pick up their bag without answering her question. He led them from the back of the gym straight out of the building. It was a sunny day in California and Mackenzie was a bit disappointed in herself for sleeping so late, wasting half of the day in bed. She had slept in that morning and they hadn't arrived at the gym until two. It was now three thirty. She looked to her left to see John throwing the bag into the back of their rental.
She let out a sigh. Then again, she did get to sleep in with this wonderful specimen of a man. It was earlier this month, in fact, that they had started sharing a rental car, a gym bag, and even a hotel room. It wasn't anything sexual, just the comfort and security of having someone to hold while sleeping. She smiled to herself, 'Yes, it was definitely worth it. Every single moment with him was worth it. Fuck the sunshine.' Mac was brought out of her thoughts when she heard John's voice.
"So…" John approached her after shutting the trunk, "you don't think I have anything to thank you for?"
"Well, I haven't exactly done anything special," Mackenzie shrugged.
John finally made it in front of her. He kissed her softly on the cheek, "That's where you're wrong, Mac. You've done more than you know."
"Oh really," she rested her forehead on his chest.
"Mm hmm," he breathed against her ear.
"Like what?" Mackenzie rolled her eyes.
John rested his cheek against hers and whispered into her ear, "Thank you for giving us a chance, baby. Thank you for making everyday that much better."
Mackenzie mentally sighed…what had she gotten herself into? Was she actually falling for the Doctor of Thuganomics? No, no-She had already fallen. No, she was just now admitting it to herself. 'I guess that's the first step. Admitting you have a problem,' she sighed to herself. Instead of voicing these thoughts, she pulled herself closer to the object of her affection and gave him a tight squeeze before letting go. "C'mon. Let's go get something to eat. I'm starving."
"Me too. You're driving," John said in a determined tone.
Mac answered in a short, calm voice underlined with a hint of threat, "No, I'm not."
"Right. I'll drive," John replied in a mock-nervous tone. Mackenzie just smiled sweetly as she got in on the passenger side. Mackenzie's training session always left her in a better mood. It was probably the fact that she felt she was getting somewhere. She still wasn't anywhere near where she needed to be, but she was getting there-she was now down to a size 15. Still, as good as that made her feel, it didn't put her in the mood to drive.
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It was later that night while Mackenzie was giving John a back rub when her cell phone rang. She wasn't expecting any calls and she had already talked to her mother once that day. Curious as to who was calling her, Mac leaned over John's shoulders from where she sat on his ass and grabbed her phone. "Hello?" She asked as she continued working on John's lower back, earning a moan of gratitude from her subject.
"Mackenzie? It's Stephanie," her voice was all business.
"Yes? Is something wrong?"
"No…not really-well, you see…" Stephanie didn't know how to word this. She didn't know if Mackenzie would take this as good news or bad news.
"Stephanie, are you still there?" By now Mac had ceased rubbing John's back and moved to edge of the bed to fully concentrate on what Steph was trying to say. John watched her with interest from where he lay on the bed.
Stephanie let out a sigh, "Do you remember a few weeks ago, when you helped us with the Kane/Lita angle?"
Mac let out a short chuckle at the memory, "Of course. You were so frazzled that night-how could I forget? Why do you ask?"
"Well, my father-er-Vince McMahon had to relieve one of the writers for the Raw brand," Stephanie paused, "and I sort of pitched your name into the mix."
"What-"
"I know. I know. You never even wanted to be a writer for the storylines anyway. You wanted to edit, however, he likes your work and he liked the idea of you going in between both shows like I do. You don't have to take it, of course," Stephanie added the last part in hopes that Mac wouldn't be too upset.
Mackenzie let out a sigh of contemplation, "Well…I don't know. I mean, I could definitely use the money-that is-this will increase my pay, will it not?" This caught John's attention. Not because of the money part, but because of the uncertainty he heard echoing in her voice. He hoped that if it was about that editing job she still desired with a passion, that she would just take it. He hoped that she was uncertain because of him.
Stephanie answered Mac's question quickly, "Oh yes, very much so. It's only fair, as it will probably consume most of your time and you won't have as many days off as you do now. Not to mention all the extra expenses in flights and hotels."
"Okay…" Mac creased her brow, "Can I have a little while to think it over?"
"Sure, but you'll need to at least give us an answer by the twenty-sixth. Can you do that?" Stephanie crossed her fingers.
"Yah. I'll have an answer for you by then…surely."
"Alright. Thanks for considering it Mac. I hope you say yes. I'll see you tomorrow at the show?" Stephanie's voice was a mix of relief and cheerfulness since Mac hadn't said no right off the bat.
"Alright. See you then. Bye." With that, Mac hung up the phone and turned her gaze to an obviously very curious John Cena. She let out a breath and kissed his forehead, "That was Stephanie McMahon. She wanted to know if I wanted to be a writer for the Raw brand. Vince seems to like the idea too. They want me to write for both shows."
John tilted his head to the side, "So why don't you do it? You'd get a raise wouldn't you? Plus, you'd have more experience and maybe a better shot at that editing job."
Mac nodded her head, "That's true, but I also wouldn't have very much free-time and it could interfere with my exercise routine and……us."
He half-smiled at her as he moved into a sitting position, "Mac…" he breathed as he reached out to pull her onto his lap, "Don't think about what's best for us. Think about what's best for you, and besides, I think we can handle two or three days away from each other. I won't like it that much, but that doesn't matter. We'll be alright baby-I ain't going anywhere. Are you?"
Mackenzie smiled softly, "No." She breathed the word as she gazed into his tender blue eyes. She felt a familiar twinge in her gut as she studied the gates into his soul. They were so honest and caring, and the more she looked into them, the further she fell. Into what, she did not know. It was some nameless pool of emotion that Mackenzie hadn't experienced before.
She could scarcely claim that she was in control of her hands as they reached out for him. Hell, she could scarcely be held accountable for anything she did around him. It was as if something else were in the driver's seat during instances such as this one. Instances where the rest of the world didn't exist. Things like telephones and work; scales and diets-none of that mattered-not when it was like this.
John was also consumed in the moment. Nothing mattered save for the need to touch her-to kiss her. He longed to take it so much further than they had ever gone, but he tamed himself. She couldn't possibly be ready for emotions of that magnitude-hell, he wasn't sure if he was ready to experience it. Not yet…not yet, because it had been so long since he last had a meaningful relationship with anyone.
John had slipped into a habit where he wouldn't even consider a serious relationship. He had to stay focused-had to dedicate himself to the one thing he loved the most: the business. He had to give his all to the WWE and his career. He had to put it first. This is why he didn't allow this sort of thing to happen.
He wondered, as he took in the scent of her hair, what had possessed him to make things different with Mackenzie. He pulled back so he could see her face. He needed to get a good look. John had grown so fond of her and so close to her since she had scolded him in that hallway months ago where they had spoken to each other for the first time.
He looked into her eyes and he couldn't be certain of which emotion presently displayed within them had drawn him to her. Could it have been the determination or the compassion? The strength that is tangled in so tightly with all of her insecurities and uncertainties, or was it the potential he saw in them that showed she could overcome anything?
Mackenzie had this way about her. John couldn't help but to stare into her soul and see nothing but the best of intentions and the greatest of qualities inside her. Yes, this had to have been it. Her soul had captivated him and begged him to explore it. Her soul had called out-it still called out to him-begging for his acceptance. And oh, how it had earned his acceptance-and so much more.
Mackenzie stared unsurely into his eyes. She felt as though she was being examined, and she was, she realized. "John?"
He came out of his thoughts and smiled, "Mackenzie…" her name was soft on his lips.
Her voice was just as soft, barely above a whisper, "Where were you just now? What were thinking about?"
He moved his face closer to hers. So close that he could feel her soft breath on his lips, "I was just thinking about how astoundingly wonderful you are."
Mackenzie's eyes widened, and she was rendered speechless. She was still so unused to compliments and praise. Sure, John would always tell her how sexy he thought she was or how smart or talented she was, but this was different somehow. For some reason, the moment and everything about it, gave a deeper meaning to everything.
"Mackenzie…" he breathed again before placing a soft kiss on her lips, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
Mac had to swallow the lump that instantly manifested itself in her throat. It was the immediate reaction to being called beautiful. It meant so much to hear him say it with such brutal honesty. She felt her eyes watering with tears. Such kind words and soft touches…all for her. She couldn't stop the two rebel tears from dropping from her eyes. "John," her lips trembled his name as she threw her arms around his neck and embraced him with all of her being.
He returned the gesture, basking in the warmth that radiated from her and never failed to intoxicate him. "Mackenzie, you're so beautiful…" he kissed a trail from the edge of her jaw to her ear lobe. Surges of heat pumped throughout her veins as he moved his hands slowly up her shirt. With his thumbs he slightly grazed her nipples, as they grew taught beneath the silky fabric of her bra.
With one swift movement, he flipped her onto her back and came down upon her, scorching her neck with hungry kisses. His urgency caused her to instinctively raise her hips, rubbing her thigh against his groin and allowing their needs to become evident to one another. Fully clothed, John moved between her legs, the entire time kissing, licking, sucking, and caressing. His hands moved skillfully over her inexperienced form.
Mackenzie acted on pure instinct-as she usually did when they erupted into a scenario such as this one-caressing places virgins shouldn't know how to caress. She found herself using her tongue to play with his earlobe. It was a move she had discovered not long ago that made him shiver-and shivering with desire he was. Lost in the heat of their passion, Mackenzie kissed him boldly, deeply, urgently.
She became so enthralled, that she found the strength to roll him over, landing herself atop his glorified form. The first problem she saw, was that he was still in his shirt. She wanted to gaze upon the chiseled abs and brazen skin that covered him from head to toe. Mackenzie pulled him forward and lifted the shirt over his head. She once again found herself being more bold than usual as she lowered his mouth to nibble on one of his tight nipples. She figured she owed him the favor.
John let out a gasp of a moan as she bit him softly. Again he found himself trembling under her touch. Not many people knew how to make the Doctor of Thuganomics tremble, but for Mackenzie it came naturally. He could feel himself getting harder. Mackenzie felt it too, and the feel of it between her legs triggered her core to burn with need. She instinctively tried to put out the flame by grinding against it, gyrating her hips with his.
John's heart pounded in his ears, in his chest, but strongest in his groin. She was so warm and sexy. She was everywhere. Her hands left trails of fire all over his skin and her hungry kisses that she placed all over his neck and chest left him seeking more. He wanted more touching, more kisses, more Mackenzie. He wanted her-to be inside her. He wanted to feel her tremble under his touch. He wanted to hear her gasp as he entered her over and over again.
The want grew as she continued to inadvertently taunt him with her feminine maneuvers, until finally it consumed him, and he found himself on top of her again. This time however, it was him pulling her shirt over her shoulders. He unclasped her bra so that he could look upon her breasts. It wasn't cold in the room, so there was only one other reason for them being so damn tight and hard. Unable to resist the temptation, John pulled one of her perky nipples into his mouth.
Mackenzie gasped wantonly as she again thrust her hips upward into his hard manhood. He nipped it gently, gaining a loud moan of ecstasy from her. He trailed kisses from her nipple to her mouth. Biting her lips gently before thrusting his tongue hungrily into her mouth. Her kiss was just as hungry; just as needy.
John longed to rip off her pants and take her right then and there, but just as soon as the thought entered his mind, he pulled away. Breathing haggardly, he forced himself to put distance between himself and the hot little mamasita underneath him. He cursed the giant bulge in his pants, "Goddamn it, Mackenzie," he panted.
Mackenzie was panting as well as she came down from the euphoric high that they had just experienced. Never had she ever felt such an urgency. While she and John had made out before, they had never allowed it to get that steamy between them. They had agreed that they wanted to take things slow. While Mackenzie was calming down, she noticed that John's massive hard on was still very present and accounted for.
She met his gaze with a smirk as she moved toward the edge of the bed, and worked her way to where he stood. She began placing kisses on his neck, then moved down his chest. He tried to back her up and onto the bed, but she pushed him backward into the dresser-indicating that now was a time for him to be still.
John closed his eyes as she continued to move lower. He figured she go to the waist of his pants and then move back upward. When he felt his belt being undone, however, he shot his eyes open and looked down to Mackenzie arching a very seductive eyebrow in his direction. "Mackenzie-"
"Ssshhh…" she hushed him. She was going to try this. Granted, she had no idea what she was doing, but she would do anything for him, and at this moment she wanted to give him pleasure-lots of it.
John didn't utter another word of protest as she pulled down his pants, then his boxers. He felt her soft hand massaging his member, then it surrounded by the warmth and moisture of her mouth. It was at this time that he let out a moan of utter delight. He looked down at her to find her gazing up at him with big hazel eyes looking so innocent and sweet. It drove him wild.
He continued to watch her as she continued to take him into her mouth. She started out slow and clumsily, but gradually she developed a rhythm. She began taking him in faster and deeper, the whole time making eye contact with him.
"Fuck…" he groaned as he felt himself start to orgasm. He swiftly pulled himself out of her mouth, spilling himself onto her breasts. When he was done, he sunk to the floor and looked at her in astonishment. She was blushing and he couldn't help but smile at her. "I don't know where you learned that, but…" he was at a loss for words. Instead he kissed her softly on the lips, "but at least allow me to return the favor."
She almost jumped out of her skin, "Huh?!"
He smirked as he eased her back onto the soft carpeted floor of their hotel room and wiped her off with a nearby towel. He then began flicking her nipples with his tongue as he trailed kisses down her torso. "It's not fair for you to do all the giving," Before undoing her pants, he pulled his back up and buttoned them-just an insurance policy to keep him from getting any ideas.
Mackenzie felt him pulling down her pants, "What are you doing? John-" she was cut off when she felt him touch her center for the first time with the tip of his index finger. He moved it lightly from the top of her clit to the center of her opening. Gently, he eased it inside of her tight, moist center.
Mackenzie thought that it hurt at first, but it began to feel good. Licking her lips, she kept her eyes locked on his as he continued to prod slowly and steadily. He then repositioned himself between her legs, lowering his head to her midsection. His tongue kissed another trail from her bellybutton to the soft hairs covering her nether regions. It was his turn to cock an eyebrow as he caught her off guard by kissing her in the most intimate of places.
She felt his tongue swirl around her clit and her entire body buckled. He began stroking her with his tongue slowly and lightly. Withdrawing his fingers, however, he increased the intensity and the speed, causing Mackenzie's heart to pound in her head. She could feel every caress, each one more pleasurable than the last.
Using his hands to gently part her lips, he inserted his tongue into her opening. Mackenzie let out a gasp as he twirled it inside of her. She squealed as he returned to her clit, increasing the speed as he varied the intensity. Mackenzie felt something growing and manifesting in her stomach. It expanded and moved up her arms, down her legs, and finally to her very core. Her legs shook and her entire body trembled as she was overtaken by a wave of orgasmic pleasure.
John continued stroking her for a few minutes after she climaxed in order to bring her down easy. When she finally ceased trembling, John moved from between her legs to lying by her side. He kissed her shoulder, knowing that women didn't usually appreciate being kissed on the lips after that particular exercise.
Mackenzie was in a state of shock. That was something she hadn't expected. It was all so new to her. That feeling was so intense-so wonderful. She felt her eyelids getting heavy, but she knew she needed to clean up. She rolled over and wrapped herself in John's strong arms. "I don't know what you just did to me…but…thank you."
John sighed into her shoulder, "Well, it's basically the same thing you just did to me."
"You didn't have to-"
"Hey, relationships are supposed to be equal, right? Besides, it was fun for me too. You have no idea what it does to a man to be able to watch a woman react to him like you do." John smiled into her hair, "God, Mac…I…I just can't get enough of you."
Mackenzie let out a contented sigh, "I know what you mean." There was a comfortable silence before she spoke again, "We should get cleaned up and ready for bed."
John chuckled, "Yah, no kidding. Wanna make a deal?"
Mac propped herself up on an elbow and smiled down at him, "Sure. What's the deal?"
"I wash your back if you wash mine?" John asked with a lazy grin. Mackenzie returned his grin and hopped up, extending her hand toward him as an offer to help him up. He accepted then pulled her into a hug, "After you."
For the next thirty minutes the two shared a very steamy shower, somehow managing to come out of it clean. The important thing is, that the whole time her body was on display for John, Mackenzie didn't think of any of her insecurities. She wasn't self-conscious. The truth was, that Mackenzie was comfortable around John. And because of the way he made her feel, Mackenzie didn't have a need to feel unworthy. In fact, she felt quite at home and quite happy.
I hope you guys liked this one. I just want to say that I didn't start this chapter with the intention of writing a smut scene, but that's what happened, so I guess that's all I got. Also, I decided to describe a lot more of John's conflicts and thoughts in this one. I realized that I haven't been putting in enough of his side of things, so hopefully I'll be able to make it more stable this way. Any who, I worked hard on this one, and would really appreciate some reviews. Pleeeeezzzeee.