A/N: Well, I've been a lazy girl, haven't felt like updating my stories! Sorry, forgive me everyone! Anyways, to make it up to y'all, here goes nothing!
Happy Anniversary Pt. 1
Sara's POV:
I heard Brianna start crying, and rolled out of bed, proceeding to trip over a shoe, and fall flat on my butt.
"Ouch." I muttered under my breath. I rubbed my eyes, and then got back up on my feet and got to Brianna. I took care of her, and then brought her back to the bed with me, and let her lie between John and me. I let Bri play with my hair for a bit, until she began pulling on it. I got my hair out of her fingers, and then flipped on my side so that I could stare at John and Bri.
There was no denying that she was his daughter, (not that I ever cheated or thought about cheating) but if anyone ever wondered, they could just look at the two of them and see the father/daughter resemblance. She has my eyes though, except, John and I both have blue eyes so I guess she didn't really get them from me, but oh well. Everyone tells me that Bri has my smile, she's a lucky girl; I have a good smile!
I had to laugh, as Bri began to pull on one of John's ears. She is good at pulling on things, that's for sure. John's eyes opened up, and he lazily yawned, then smiled.
"Well good morning my little munchkin!" John said, as he unclasped Bri's hand from his ear.
"What? No good morning for your own wife?" I asked, in mock jealousy.
"Good morning and happy anniversary." John replied, sitting up.
"Thanks! Yea, today is our anniversary, isn't it?" I answered, laughing. I picked up Brianna, and took her back to her crib, and gave her a stuffed animal to chew on. I turned back towards the bed, and jumped onto John's lap.
"Gosh, someone's in a good mood!" John exclaimed, brushing a piece of hair out of my face.
"Yea, I'm in a very good mood, even though its 6:45 in the morning and I'm wide awake!" I replied, leaning my head on his chest.
"Well, we need to be on the road by 7:30. That means Randy will be here by, uh, 7:15. Hey, we have a half hour to ourselves! Let's make use of that time!" John said, wiggling his eyebrows.
I just laughed at him, and got off his lap. I went and started throwing my clothes back into my bag, and then looked over to see John sitting and staring.
"No John, you are going to have to wait!" I said, looking at him.
"Baby, it's been like a month! I can't go on much longer!" John replied, as he lay on his stomach.
"So have some patience! Gosh, a whole month you poor man! Besides, we have Bri with us right now. I'm not going to ruin her just yet!" I answered, as I zipped up my bag.
"Well, I thought of that too! We could go take a shower, she'll be fine out here in her crib. We have those baby monitor things, so if she started crying one of us could jump out and take care of her. Look, she's sleeping now anyways!" John replied.
"No John. A few more hours wont kill you." I said, as went to unlock the door for Randy, who could show up anytime now.
John just let out a sigh, and buried his face in the bed.
"Here, I'll give ya a back massage while we wait for Randy." I replied, straddling his back.
"It's not the same, but alright." John replied.
I began to work my fingers along his back muscles. After about 5 minutes, I stopped, and lie down beside him.
"That was nice. I always forget that you give killer massages." John stated, as he turned to face me. "So, we still have like 10 minutes till Randy will be here."
"No John. You're not getting any right now! Besides, 10 minutes just wouldn't be enough time! It's been a month for me too!" I replied, winking at him.
"Sara don't do that!" John exclaimed.
"Do what?" I asked, amused at my husband.
"Don't move. Don't look at me like that either! It turns me on!" John replied, as he looked up at the ceiling.
"Oh, so I shouldn't do this then?" I asked, as I crawled on top of him.
"No, you shouldn't." John answered, a grin appearing on his face.
"Alright, how bout this?" I asked, before kissing him.
John didn't reply, just deepened the kiss. He rolled over so that he was on top of me, and slid his hand up my shirt. I was in a passion-filled other world until John ran his hand across my right breast. He teased the nipple through the thin material of my bra, and then moved his hand to the other. The minute he touched it I about passed out from the pain.
"OUCH! Ahh, don't touch that!" I exclaimed, moving out from under John.
"You got your nipple pierced?" John replied, scratching his head.
"Yea. It's soar. Really soar, I wish I hadn't done this. I don't even remember getting it done!" I answered, rubbing my throbbing-with-pain breast.
"Let's see it!" John said with a smile. He lifted up my shirt, and I gingerly moved my bra, so that John could see.
"Wow, that looks like it hurt getting it!" John stated, as he stared at my piercing.
"I'm sure it did. It hurts now, I know that much." I replied.
"That's pretty sexy baby!" John told me, as I fixed my bra.
"You would think that." I answered, lying back down on the bed. "I think you should get you nipples pierced."
"You're fucking out of your mind!" John exclaimed.
"John Felix Anthony Cena, don't use that language around me and your daughter! Especially Bri." I replied, smacking him hard on the chest.
"Sorry, it slipped!" John answered, rubbing his chest.
"I'm going to get dressed real quick." I said, as I started getting up.
"You're not going anywhere!" John replied, pushing me back down.
"John, Randy is going to be here any second!" I protested.
"He can wait a bit!" John told me. I just shook my head, and quickly got swept up in kissing John again.
Randy's POV:
I was running a bit late, and hoped that Sara and John wouldn't mind. They probably were running late too, packing and stuff. I finally made it to their hotel room door, knocked, but didn't get an answer. They couldn't still be asleep, could they?
I turned the door handle, and was surprised to find it unlocked. Should I just walk in? I did knock, but still, do I walk in? What if they're having sex or something? No, they wouldn't have left the door unlocked. Ok, I'm just going to walk in.
I slowly opened the door, and peered into the room. I couldn't see anything yet, but as I stepped inside, I heard some noises coming from the bedroom area. Oh great, I'm about to see my best friend and his wife getting it on.
I walked towards the bedroom, and heard Sara giggle. I stuck my head into the room, eyes closed, bracing myself for the worst, and then opened my eyes. I was relieved to see that Sara and John were only making out, heavily making out, but they were still fully clothed, or at least somewhat clothed.
John only had a pair of boxers on, and Sara was straddling him, with a pair of shorts and a bra on. I couldn't help but notice that John had one hand strategically placed on Sara's ass, and the other moving towards her bra clasps. I took a deep breath, and then finally spoke up as John began to undo the clasp.
"Freeze you two!" I exclaimed as I jumped on the unoccupied side of the bed.
Sara and John immediately stopped their make out session, and separated when they heard and felt me land on the bed.
"What the hell man, you ever heard of knocking?" John asked, a ticked off look on his face.
"I did knock. You two were too busy making out to hear. It was unlocked, so I just walked in." I replied, looking at them.
"Oh gosh, we have to hit the road!" Sara exclaimed as she looked at the clock. "Can you hand my that tank top Randy?"
"Yea, no problem!" I replied, as I picked Sara's tank top up from the floor. There was a tear on the side of it, and I couldn't help but laugh a bit.
"John, you tore my tank top!" Sara said, holding the tank top up.
"Sorry, it's been a while, remember that!" John replied, as he putt on a pair of pants and a t-shirt. John carefully picked Brianna up, and put her in her baby carrier, and then folded up the travel crib. He walked into the other room, leaving me and Sara in the bedroom.
"Ah, screw it. I hear that torn up clothes are making a come back anyways." Sara stated as she pulled the tank top over her voluptuous body. I tried to divert my eyes away from her, but failed miserably.
"What are you staring at Randy?" Sara asked, with a smile on her face.
"Nothing, I was just spacing out." I quickly replied, regaining my control.
"Oh, alright. Well, do you want to grab my bag for me?" Sara asked me, as she slid on her shoes.
"Not a problem" I answered, picking up her bag.
"You're too sweet!" Sara replied, walking out to where John and Brianna were waiting.
3 hours later
Randy's POV:
I was patiently waiting in the car with Brianna for Sara and John to come back from the bathroom. This was the 4th damn stop we'd made in three hours! Now I can understand one or two stops, but now it was getting ridiculous! I had a feeling inside of me that those two didn't need the bathroom for normal purposes. No no, they were probably using a stall for their own private sex-capade. That's pretty gross if its true, but not that I could blame John. I know I would be doing the same thing if Sara were mine.
4 minutes later, Sara and John came back to the car, holding hands. Alright, maybe this time they actually had to use the restroom.
"Randy, can you take over the driving thing for a bit?" John asked.
"Yea, it'll get me out of this backseat." I replied, getting out of the car.
I got in the driver's seat, and gave Sara a smile as I buckled my seat belt up. John crawled in the back, and occupied himself with Brianna for the remainder of the drive.
Sara had the radio on and was signing along to some songs, and I had my attention on the road. My mind couldn't stop replaying the scene of Sara and John back at the hotel. Damn, I'm jealous of my best friend. It's not really my fault though, Sara is gorgeous, John won the lottery when he got her to agree to marry him. Shit, I need to stop thinking about this stuff. It can only lead to trouble…
A/N: Yea, it's not my best chapter, but my darn Killers CD has become my muse, and it gives me evil ideas! There could be some dark chapters coming up in the near future, maybe, unless a new muse pops into my head! Please review, and forgive me for taking so long on the update front!