Okay the wait is over for now! Here is the next chapter! In case you haven't noticed- I changed the rating on the story from T to M. I think it's more appropriate now in the story.

Thanks for the reveiws eveyone! Special Thanks to Ali again for helping me out on this chapter!

I don't own anyone or anything in the story!

WARNING: This chapter contains STRONG sexual content!

Chapter 7- All Is Safe

"What do you mean John?" Trish asked.

"Well, you couldn't have possibly been walking around the park because I was."

"Well, what I, um, meant was I was walking around the park as in I walked to the park and then I walked back to the hotel after. I didn't even walk in the park." Trish stammered, making it all up as she went.

"Oh, I get it now." John said after he thought about it for a moment.

"Well, I am sure glad we understand it all now, huh?" Trish asked John with a fake happy tone in her voice.

"Yeah."

"So we forgive each other now?" Trish asked, not knowing what John would say, but hoping it would be something good. Trish didn't want to ruin her amazing relationship with John, not now.

"Hell yes, woman. You are forgiven if I am."

Trish smiled at John. "Good, so what do you want to do now?"

After they were both done eating, Trish and John talked about Raw and all the business things they have to do. After all, they were both champions and they did have a pay-per-view coming up. The phone rang and Trish chatted with Ashley for a while, then when she hung up the phone, she walked over to John, who was flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch.

"Find anything good?" Trish asked as she sat down by John.

"Hell, no."

"Can I see the remote?"

"Sure. Just don't make me watch a girly chick flick."

Trish laughed, "Deal." Trish flipped through the channels and found that her favorite show was on.

"Oh, 7th Heaven is on!" Trish squealed.

"Huh? What the fuck is 7th Heaven?"

"It's a show."

"No shit. What's it about?"

"This family who's dad is a minister and the kids get in all different trouble, but they all seem to figure it all out by the end of the show."

"Oh." John looked at Trish. "How can that be?"

"Huh?"

"They have a problem and they seem to get it all sorted out by the end of the episode. That just doesn't seem like real life, ya know? It's like you can't just solve a problem in such a short time like that."

"Well," Trish scooted closer to John, "Sometimes it is just that easy, but other times, it's not. I think it just depends on the problem."

Trish and John watched the rest of the episode. "I love that one. It always makes me think everything can be perfect, you know?"

"Yeah that was a pretty good show, but I still don't think everything is always that easy. And I don't think any family cna be that perfect."

"Why not?" Asked Trish, who got up from the couch to get something to drink again.

"Well, it just is that." John said as he got up and walked over to Trish. "Not every family can be so perfect that all of their problems can be solved in an hour long show, even if their dad is a minister. It just doesn't happen like that." John looked at Trish.

"Well maybe it can be if you try." Trish looked at John right in his eyes. "So do you want to try?"

"Only if you do."

"John?"

"Yeah?" he said his face getting closer to hers.

"Kiss me."

In one swift motion, he whipped off his hat and had her up against the wall, forcing his tongue between her lips. Trish's hands reached up into his hair, deepening their kiss by tilting her head so that she could taste more of his mouth. She arched her body up towards him, wanting to feel him up against her. Before she could feel just how aroused that small kissed had made him, he stepped back, looked into her eyes and saw fire. He knew this was going to be one hell of a day. She reached out to pull him closer to her, but he snagged both of her hands in his and pinned them to the wall behind her head.

He leaned down to kiss her again, but not releasing her hands. She squirmed and tried to reach her body up to his but couldn't. He realized that this was a girl who was always in control and being restrained like that was not only pissing her off, but also turning her on. He shifted so he now had both of her wrists in one of his hands. As he slowly slid his free hand down her arm, he pressed his body up against hers. When she gasped as his hard manhood rubbed up her already aroused clit through the fabric of her pants, he put his hand behind her, pulling her closer to him and said up against her mouth "Just wait until you feel how good it is without these clothes on."

His free hand finally reached her breast and he felt her shiver under his touch. Trish couldn't stand it any longer.

He let go of her wrist and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his back and carried her into the living room, where they just were. She wiggled her bottom up against him and laid kisses up his neck. "I want you, John," she whispered in his ear. "I want you to fuck my brains out."

He groaned and she nipped at his earlobe. Something about hearing those words come out of her mouth turned him on even more. Keeping her legs wrapped around him, he lowered them onto the couch so she was straddling his lap. Trish cupped his face in her hands as she kissed him and rose up off him. She broke away from his mouth and whipped her shirt off her body. He pulled her back down against his lap and ran his fingers through her long flowing blonde hair as he slipped his mouth over her jaw line, down her neck, making her gasp when he nipped at her collarbone. John slowly planted kisses down until he reached the swell of her breast, rising above the black lace bra she was wearing. She arched her body into him as she dug her fingers into his hair. She moaned as he took on lace-covered nipple into his mouth then worked his way over to the other. She pressed her fingers into his scalp, urging him on, her body bucking up against him as he tugged the cups of her bra away with his teeth. He groaned and gripped her hips tighter. His voice was hoarse as he spoke. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Oh my god!" was all she managed as his mouth closed over one bare nipple. She swore she could feel his grin up against her breast. He leaned his head back and looked up into her eyes, glazed over with lust. Before he could make another move, Trishpulled John up off the couch and over towards a bare wall. She pulled his shirt up over his head and planted kisses on his smooth, sculpted chest. Now it was her turn to pin him there. As she was flicking his collarbone with her tongue, she undid his belt, button and zipper, and began to slide his pants down over his hips, taking his boxers with them.

He backed her up into a nearby chair and knelt down in between her legs. God, she looks so beautiful, he thought as he looked into those eyes of hers, her hair spilling over her shoulders. He knelt up and pulled her towards him, kissing her hard and brushing her hair away from her breasts. He ran his hands down her slender torso and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her pants. She arched her hips up as he slid them of her body. He sat there and just looked at her. Silver jewelry sparkling, her bra still pushed to the side, her breasts still exposed. Her lacy black v-string thong sat low on her hips. He'd be content sitting there looking at her for the rest of the night.

He stood up, the look in her eyes as she admired his body bringing a smirk to his face, and pulled her up off the chair, stepping back to admire her slender body. She looks like she could be posing in Playboy with her skin flushed like that and her lips still puffy from kissing me, was what was running through his head as he looked up at her. "Damn, Trish," he said letting out his breath, "you are absolutely amazing!" He took her hand and pulled her across the hotel room.

He opened the door to his bedroom and laid her down on the king size bed. Trish sat up on her elbows and John planted warm, moist kisses down her thigh to her ankle then started at the other ankle up to the top of the other thigh. He laid down on top of her. Her mouth tasted like heaven to him. Her body arched writhed beneath his, urging him to remove her panties so she could feel him inside of her.

"John, please," she moaned into his mouth unable to form a complete sentence. John wasn't going to give into her that easily. He rolled off her and ran his hand down her body and up her thigh, his fingers lingering right next to the spot where she so wanted to be touched.

"Please, what?" he teased propping his head up on his hand, looking down at her as she rolled her body to face him. He let his fingers brush past the front of he panties, smirking even more as he felt how wet she was through the lacy fabric. She sucked in her breath and her back lifted off the bed. John used that moment to unhook the front clasp of her bra and slide the lacy fabric off her arms.

Trish tried to roll her body and swing her leg over his so that she could feel him up against her again, but he was too strong for her. "Where do you think you're going?" he said as he moved her back into a laying position.

"John, I- I just- John- I just want you to-" She couldn't get the words out as he pulled her panties down over her hips and tossed them aside.

He moved back up, locking her gaze with her beautiful eyes. "What, Trish? Is this what you want?"

She gasped as he slid first then two fingers up inside of her wet womanhood. Her hips arched up into his hand and he used his thumb to stroke her clit. He inserted another finger and within seconds her body bucked up against his hand and he felt her insides contract.

For once, she was at a loss for words. All she knew was that she was aching to have him. All of him. But her purse was downstairs and she was trying to find the right words to broach the condom issue with him. But he was one step ahead of her. He'd reached over into his nightstand and was tearing the wrapper off a condom, sliding it on before she even had to say anything.

She caught him by surprise by straddling him and not hesitating to lower herself onto him. He moaned and grabbed her hips as soon as he was buried inside of her.

She slowly rocked back and forth on him, not knowing whether it was him or her moaning anymore. He pulled her down to him and kissed her deeper than she'd ever been kissed before. She pulled back from his lips looking into his eyes as she moved on him, arching her back and circling her hips side to side and up and down as she rode him. All he could so was close his eyes and enjoy the sheer pleasure of her on top of him. When he opened them, Trish's eyes were closed and she was biting on her lower lip, her body moving faster on his. He thrust up to met her movements and her whimper let him know that she was going to climax. He gripped her hips and thrust up one more time, making her come just seconds before he did.

Both of them out of breath, he pulled her against his chest and kissed her again. She sighed as she pulled back from the kiss and moved off him in one swift movement. She glanced over at the clock sitting in his bedside table. "Is that clock right?" she asked. "There is no way it is already 9:00 at night."

"Yeah. Wow, that was some good make up sex there."

"Just good?"

"No it was the best. It always is with you." John pulled Trish closer to him as she set her head on his chest. He bent his head down to kiss the top of her head. The two layed in the bed for a while, just listening to the peaceful silence surrounding them. Trish then closed her eyes and thought to herself, Everything is good..for now at least.

Again BIG thanks to my friend Ali for writing the sex scene because I suck at that kind of writing. The next chapter should be up Saturday or Sunday! I promise it will have some Trish/Randy interaction again!