Rating: T
Genre: General/Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE Superstars in this fiction. They own themselves and are under World Wrestling Entertainment franchise.
Summary: Two superstars spend a week together in a secluded house in the hills, where romance can most easily spark at any moment. What happens when a dark past is revealed? Pure TrishCena fic. Please R&R!
A/N: I've forked up about half an hour to write something really quick. I didn't want to leave any of you hanging with that cliffy from Ch. 3 too long, so this chapter is basically just the continuation of that night. It's shorter than usual, but enough to give some answers. I'm not going to start the next day (of the Trish/Cena vacation) until next update (sorry guys), but I hope you guys keep reading. Most likely you'll see an update next weekend, which I'll make extra long. I love to read your feedback; so don't forget to submit a review after you are done reading! –Valerie
Chapter 4 – An Unintentional Encounter
John stopped dead in his tracks as he caught a glimpse of movement, about to return to his own room. Then he saw her. He stared incredulously as Trish Stratus stood as still as a statue almost six feet in front of him. An unquestionably beautiful statue, that is…
Still standing without daring to make a move, John could not help but advert his shocked gaze to Trish's attire. There she stood frozen wearing the most revealing of sleeping apparel that he had ever seen. What stunning golden material, it was made of. The soft silk seemed to cling to every one of her bodily features, acknowledging every breathtaking curve from which were parts of Trish Stratus's overall stunning image.
Holding his breath as if even the slightest exhale would be enough to shatter the entire world, John began fight his own mental war. A war of which was beginning to dismantle every ounce of self-control that he had built for so many years alone. A vicious battle that he did not encounter ever before. This was a war with desire.
Perplexed, John reverted his gaze to meet Trish's. It was then that he saw what ultimately put an end to his battle with desire. He saw fear. Fear in her innocent eyes, which stared alarmingly at him. He had made his decision…
"I-I'm sorry," he began. "I didn't think y-you would be up at this time…" He said his words in the softest of whispers, barely audible for Trish to clarify. Again silence had entire engulfed the air, hauntingly so.
Finally, Trish had responded quietly, "N-no…it's f-fine." At this point she was trembling violently, apparent that she wanted to leave his sight.
John watched as she dropped her eyes to the floor. She was so scared. So vulnerable…
"I'm guess I'll go back to bed now." Trish had whispered rapidly, ending on a hitch of breath, making the end of her statement incomprehensible.
"'Night Trish." John had said as he watched her quickly push her own door open, enter, and then knock it closed. He stood alone in the now empty hallway for quite some time before he at last entered his own bedroom next door.
Closing the door behind him, he fell into a sitting position while leaning against the wooden door, hugging his knees closely.
Shaking his head back and forth, all he could find himself thinking about was Trish Stratus. How her long, blonde hair had freely fallen over her shoulders, almost begging for someone to push it back behind her ears. How her golden silk lingerie had so delicately clung to her every feature. The Trish Stratus that he had just seen moments ago was entirely different from what he had imagined she would be. He had supposed that she would have chosen regular sleeping apparel, something at least remotely close to pajamas, he had first thought. But the image of the Trish he had seen did not leave is thoughts, as much as he tried to completely forget it. Yet the image seemed to be calling for him; calling for a partner…
"Why should I even care?" John had quietly said to himself. "I shouldn't even give a damn about some princess like her… But the way she looked at me. She seemed so…so...hurt. So scared." John sat up alarmed as he thought of the moment where he had contemplated something so much as desire. "I would never do that to Trish. I shouldn't care at all…" Silence again filled the air as John thought. "But how come I do…so much."
Trish had almost immediately entered her own room troubled, pacing back and forth trying to make sense of what had just happened. "Maybe this is just a dream…" she said incessantly as she paced back and forth again and again.
Having calmed down even the littlest bit, she sat down at the edge of her bed. Sighing, she said, "I'm not in the right mind today. I shouldn't have agreed to this vacation. And now he's seen me like this…" Again she sighed, looking down at the garment that Stacy had provided for her.
She thought about the situation she had just previously been in. She had seen how ravenous John was in his eyes. How he had undoubtedly come close to putting into action the unthinkable… It was at that moment that Trish came to realization how frighteningly close she was to be taken advantage to yet again…
She shuddered at that utter fact. Yet she was undeniably relieved at John's resistance, for all men would have not thought twice in that situation…
"I guess John Cena's not like every other guy…" Trish had whispered to herself before falling into bed, extremely exhausted.
A/N: And that's the end of the first night. Next chapter will mark the official first day of the vacation. Look for an update next weekend between Friday-Sunday, which I will make extra long for all you readers. So please click the review button NOW. I have a question for all of you – would any of you be interested in another pairing outside of the vacation, or would you just rather have me solely concentrate on Trish and John? Please include your answer in a review if you can, thanks!