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Chapter 5: In The Moment

John plunged into the heat feeling the sweat pour out of his forehead. He can taste the saltiness that sweat brought to his skin as the heat continued to linger around his body. He lifts himself slowly off the mat and tried to make it to a nearby chair on the stands without passing out. Two hundred push ups combined with a hundred fifty crunches and other mat base workouts was enough to kill him for one day. To top this hectic day up he still had to do SmackDown tonight, thank gawd he wasn't wrestling tonight though.

He wipes the sweat off his bare chest with his right hand feeling how much heat he generated. You'd think he would be used to this by now since he trained every week but in all honestly John hated to work out although he had no choice but too. Keeping your body fit was the most important thing in the business. It was kind of like a competition in who had the most fit body but the males didn't worry too much about that. It was mostly the Divas who challenging one another on bodies. It was like a "I'm hotter than you" type of thing with them. John couldn't care any less, he hated training...enough said.

"Damn John you put in a lot of muscle there." Carlos commented as John took a sit next to him on the sidelines of the gym.

John tried to breath at his normal pace trying to get his heart rate back to its normal state. "Thanks man." He says back smiling at his friend. Carlos was known as Carlito Caribbean Cool, onscreen John hated this guy. He was a cocky, self centered, cheating bastard who spit in the face of people who don't want to be cool. But offscreen it was a completely different story, Carlito was one of the niciest guys John has ever met in the business. He was the opposite from his onscreen character, most of the Superstars were the same expect for the ones who were assholes and bitches offscreen anyway.

Carlos hands John a towel. "Don't worry John, the training session will be over in an hour. We just need to do the weight lifting and it will be done."

John takes the towel from his hold. "Yeah." He says lighting up. Yes, he hated training but if theres one thing he looked forward too was the weight lifting which took place as the last session of the work out. First they had to run at least five miles around the track, second was a full body work out on the mats which he just got doing and next was the weight lifting.

The two Superstars sat on the sidelines waiting for the rest of their fellow wrestlers to finish so the next session would begin. Randy was finishing up his crunches as John smirks watching him. Theres always been a little competition between Randy and him and a trimprant feeling rose over John feeling victory when he finished the body workout before Randy. But Carlito finished before him? What in the world?

John takes a look at him who was taking a sip off his water bottle. "You didn't do all of the exercises did you?" He asked.

Carlito shakes his head. "I was excused from it. During the five mile run I got a camp on my thigh, it hurts like hell." He informs placing his hand on his thigh showing John.

He rolls his eyes in reply. "You pussy."

"Hey! It hurted, you'd be crying too!" He jokes and John just laughs as Randy approaches them.

"You know, I don't think I'm going to show up next week for this shit." He says breathlessly taking a seat next to John. "I rather be sitting in a mall somewhere signing autographs for hours getting a hand workout." As he closes his eyes to relax.

"Really? So you would pick to be signing autographs than to be with Stacy right now?" Carlito butts in looking over John's head at Randy.

"I didn't say that." Randy says still with his eyes closed. "What I meant was I rather sign autographs all day working out my fingers than do these training sessions. So how did the House Show go?" Randy asked.

"Good." Carlito answers. "I just started my Cabana."

"What is that?" Randy laughs opening his eyes and looks at Carlito.

"A talk show, you know like Pipers's Pit and the Highlight Real."

"Oooh." Randy says. "Well thats good to hear SmackDown has a talk show too."

Carlito nods. "Yeah, I need to find a guest for tonight though. Its SmackDown again so I need a really big guest."

"What about John?" Randy suggested looking at John who was staring off in space. "He just became the champ, that would be one heck of a Cabana."

"No, I got shit to do tonight." John informed. "Maybe next week."

"Whats the plan?" Asked Randy.

"Well Tom is suppose to have my title done by tonight and I want to show the fans it." He says remembering his request from Tom last week.

"No way!" Randy says in surprise. "John, you actually had the nerve to upgrade the WWE title? John thats-"

"It is not going against tradition!" John spats finishing for Randy.

Randy holds his hands up. "Hey calm down there buddy!"

"Its cool man. I'm just tired of hearing it." John says. Lately he's been hearing rumors around the SmackDown locker room that JBL was very upset with him for changing the title's look. JBL only had a problem with it because he was a sore loser and couldn't stand someone else taking the spotlight for once. John didn't hear him bitching when he upgraded his U.S title. Bastard. "JBL been talking a lot of shit lately. I beat Orlando at da House Show, I bet you anything they'll try and get back at me tonight." John finishes being angered just thinking about it. But anger was a good thing. Whenever he this way he was focused. Knowing JBL better than anyone he knew for a fact that the S.O.B was up to something tonight. Tom is suppose to have his belt done and all John could think of was JBL ruining his moment tonight. He needed to do some fast thinking and out smart the wreslting god at his own game. A smirk forms on his cocky face as an idea came to mind.

"I know something that will calm you down John. You remember Brooke?" Carlito suddenly asked breaking him out of his many thoughts about tonight's show.

John looks at Carlitio looking dumbfounded. "Huh? Who the hell is Brooke?"

"The girl you slept with." He answers.

"Oh Carlito, Carlito, Carlito." Says Randy. "You gotta be more detailed when you wanna talk about John's chicks. John had so many bitches he doesn't even know their name!"

"Shut up Randy. Go on, whose Brooke?"

"Boy, you must sleep with a lot of women if your already forgetting about her. You didn't sleep her too long ago. Remember, it was last week at the party." Carlito states reminding John of his female friend.

He reflects back to last Sunday when he won the title and the guys decided to throw a locker room party for him. Then he remembers the cute girl with jet black hair and sparkling green eyes that came with Carlito. "Oh!" John says remembering he met the girl through Carlito. "Yeah ok, I remember her. What the hell does she have to do with me calming down?"

"I spoke to her the other day and she wants your number John. She really likes you." Carlito informs causing Randy to give John a little push.

"Give it to her." Randy whispers to John. "This is your chance to settle down John." He finishes hoping his best friend would listen to him and settle down with one chick rather than play the field and have over ten girlfriends...not girlfriends, one night stands at the most. "Gawd knows what you can catch when you play the field John. Your like a male version of that Dawn Marie."

John looks at Randy as if he grew two heads. "Hark whose talking, you had more bitches than I did when you were in Evolution." He spits nastily reminding Randy of his past as a womanizer.

"Hey that was in the past John. I've changed. I'm no longer like that."

"Whatever the fuck man. Your still the same person, Stacy is just stopping you. If it wasn't for her you'd be doing the same exact shit I'am."

This comment from John seemed to push the last button on Randy. "You know what?" Randy raises his voice.

"What?" John challenges.

Randy looked John deep in the eye and saw the coldness in them as it reflected back into his. His blood boiled through his veins and his heart beated and it pushed him on to knock the lights out of John. What the fuck was wrong with John today? "Forget it." Randy simply replies trying to cool off as he looks away from him. John wasn't worth his anger right now. They did get into fights once in awhile and would always forgive each other the next day. He knew if he threw a punch at John that he would regret it and their friendship wouldn't be the same again.

John however still had his eyes on Randy looking like he wasn't happy with Randy's response. Being pissed off before all of this to begin with he was hoping that Randy would hit him, that way he would hit back and take his frustrations out. Gawd he really needed to whoop someone's ass tonight. JBL's and his fuckin cabinet for that matter. Amy Webber? No problem I'll FU her too.

Carlito just sits there in silence and decides to break the tension before the pressure in Randy to hit John rose any higher. "So, you want her number or what?" He asked John.

John looks back at Carlito and smiles his cocky grin as he sits up straight. Brooke. He thought to himself remembering exactly who she was. She was pretty hot so he couldn't turn down the offer and for some reason the anger he felt earlier faded away. "She wants to get together again?" He asked smirking at Carlito.

He shrugs. "I dunno, why don't you ask her?" He winks handing John a small piece of paper.

John takes the paper out of Carlito's hold and unfolds it. He sees a phone number written on it and grins cockily again. "Thanks man." He says patting Carlito on the back. "I owe you big time."

"Well do you want to be my guest on the Cabana next week then since I gave you her number?"

John nods. "Fo sho." He replies looking happily down at the phone number.

Torrie had just gotten out of the shower in her hotel room. She came out of the bathroom with a pink cotton robe wrapped around her body with a towel wrapped around her hair to top the look off. Taking a seat in front of the coffee table she takes her makeup bag and spills everything out of it. Opening her compact mirror, she takes her black colored eyeliner and starts to outline her eyes to make them look even lover. She continues to darken the line when her phone rings almost causing her to poke her eyes out with the pencil.

She sighs deeply wondering who would call her at this time. They should know she was getting ready to head to the show tonight and didn't have time for side conversations. Picking up the phone she sets the mirror down along with the eyeliner. "Hello?"

"Torrie?" Stacy's voice appeared on the other end.

"Hey Stace."

"Oh you found your phone then." She says.

"Yeah John had it." Torrie informed.

"How the hell did it get to him?" She asked.

"I dunno." She answers not really putting any thought in it. She didn't care how her phone got to John just as long as she had it now and it wasn't picked up by a fan who would most likely not return it.

"Thats funny." Stacy comments. "So where are you now?"

"Hotel, just getting ready to head to the show."

"Do you have a part tonight?"

"Not sure but I still have to be there."

"Doesn't that suck? You don't have a part and you still got to be there?"

Torrie nods. "Oh yeah. It really does but I don't mind, I got Jackie to hang out with."

"Speaking of Jackie I just got off the phone with her."

"Really? What happened?" Torrie asked curiosity starting to think that something went wrong. Stacy would never mention Jackie unless it was important.

"Thats my question for you." Stacy smiles. "What happened Torrie?"

"Ok now your scaring me." Torrie says feeling her heart throb. "What did I do?"

"Uh Tor, calm down!" Stacy laughs. "You didn't do anything!"

"Then what are you talking about?"

"Well Jackie told me what happened between you and John at the House Show. She said you two were alone in your dressing room." Stacy playfully says as she giggles. "Getting along with John now are you?"

"Gawd, you guys are making it sound like as it I did something with him." Torrie says placing her hands on her hips.

"Did you?"

"No, of course not!"

"Why not? He's single."

"So?"

"He's single." Stacy says again.

"I'm not interested in John." Said Torrie making it clear. "We just spoke and that was it."

"So you guys are cool with each other now? No more bickering then?" She asked.

Torrie takes a deep breath. "No, no more fighting." She answers. "At least I hope not. I really hate fighting with John, it kinda upsets me."

"Why?"

"Because it tends to be my fault all the time because I'm so sensitive I can't even stand any of his jokes." She says even though she knew she was improving on that.

"Well his jokes are offending sometimes Torrie. Don't put the blame on you."

"It doesn't matter now though. John put it on himself and we're cool so its...cool."

"I'm so happy you guys made up. Randy and I didn't know what to do with two of you."

"You can leave us alone." Torrie jokes

Stacy laughs. "I'll call you later when you get off the show."

"Ok."

"Love you."

SMACKDOWN

There it was. That grin that formed on his face. He walked down the halls in his usual baggy jean shorts, his chain gang cap, his Ruck Fules t-shirt and his chain that he spinned around his neck. The grin never left his face and he was in the best mood for the first time today. Something made him happy, something went as planned, his moment wasn't going to be ruined. Why? Because the son of a bitch fell in the trap.

Just a minute ago he was in Charlie Hass's locker room watching the show. The camera crew focused on JBL all night who had something sneaky up his sleeves. The bastard was planning on stealing his title. But John knew better than to get blind sighted from under his nose. He had been planning this all day and it was finally going to pay off. Like he expected John Bradshaw Layfield fell in the snake's pit and was moments away from tasting the venom.

He continues smiling as he approached the entrance curtain trying to wipe the look of joy off his face. He had to act this part out so nothing was obvious and JBL wasn't aware of the trap he was falling in. This had to be the best prank he ever pulled and he couldn't wait to see it take affect. JBL was the laugh of tonight's show indeed.

His music hits and the fans got to their feet. He takes the smirk off his face and rushed out from behind the curtains getting a standing ovation from the crowd. Even if he was suppose to fake a bad mood he still managed to smile for the fans, slapping a few hands or two on the way down the ramp. He climbs up the steal steps and gets in the ring raising his hands up to pump the crowd up some more than they already were. The guys were chapping their hands as the women screamed from the top of their lungs almost blowing the roof off the arena. John grabs the mic, places it to his lips and waits for the Cena chants to die down.

It took almost about a minute for the excitement to decrease in volume when he finally spoke. "Yo! Yo! Yo!" He greets loudly getting the fans excited once again. "Ce-na! Ce-na! Ce-na!" The chants started again.

"Aight, aight, aight, enough of that." He says smiling looking around at the crowd. "I gots some buziness to take care of right here TONIGHT!" He forms causing cheers again. "If y'all are not aware something was stolen from me. A possession of mine that I worked half my life on. So if that thief JBL will come out here and hand me what rightfully belongs to the champ we can just forget this happened. So JBL please." He says on the mic trying not to smirk. His plan worked perfectly.

JBL's theme didn't come on. One, two, three, four, five. No JBL. John starts becoming impatient and his will to wait for the bastard was running thin. "Aight JBL, since you don't wanna come here and give me my belt back then I'll have to come back there." He says as the fans cheered. He dropped the mic and was about to exit the ring when the sound of bells came to his hearing. Uh, there was the fucker.

John couldn't hold the smirk off any longer. He walked back to get the mic he dropped, turned back around to face the ramp and his eyes landed on the wrestling god himself who was holding what John expected he would the box with a mic in the other hand. His music cuts and he became. "How care you call me a thief you low life, white trash, no good for nothing, street thug!" He starts causing a flock of boos from the fans. "Do you know who I'am? I'am JBL! And I'am a wrestling god!"

John just stood still in the ring laughing his ass off. Oh man does this guy really need to get a life. He thought. "Yo." He interrupts. "I didn't ask you to come out here to bitch about how great you are. We all know who you are. Your supposeably the wrestling god! I get it man, I really do." Cena says nodding lacking out of seriousness. "You have something that belongs to me and I want it."

JBL chuckles on the mic. "I don't have anything of yours Cena!" He spits.

"You damn well know what! You stole my title and I want it back."

JBL smirks evilly looking at the box he was holding. He starts patting on top of the box gently. "This title does not belong to you Cena! It belongs to me JBL! The best wrestler in the business-"

John cuts him off. "Ayo, cut lets cut the small talk and get down to it. Your gonna walk down the ramp and hand me the damn title." He demands.

"I don't think so!" JBL spats as he sets the mic down and starts to open the box.

"Ey!" John yells. "I'm warning ya man! Don't open it!"

Too late JBL had already opened the box and placed both hands on inside of it as he smiles evilly at Cena from across the arena. John stands in the ring and waits for the time to come. When it did JBL looked as if he saw a ghost. He pulled out something that looked like meat, worse than meat, it was like road kill. The crowd starts to get loud and disgusted all at once as John laughs inside not believing he just outsmarted JBL.

"Yo! I warned you dude!" He says. "See that gift was from me to you. I wanted to give you something you don't already have and it was hard thinking. I mean you got money, you got fancy clothes, a limo so I thought I'd get you something you don't have. Guts!"

JBL fell back on his ass at the mention of guts. Did he just touch guts? How nasty was that? The crowd starts to chant Cena's name again. Never embarrassed like this in his whole life JBL runs back behind the curtains departing out of sight. John laughs after him and shakes his head still not believing that his plan actually worked. He couldn't believe that a college graduate like JBL would fall into some of the stupidiest tricks.

He places the mic to his lips again as the chants die down. "Now, I introduce to you the new WWE title!" He yells in excitement as something from above the ring comes down on a string. The crowd jumps up and down at the sight of his new belt. It was crested in diamonds and much larger than the average one. John takes it down from the string and raises it to the crowd spinning the WWE spinner in the center. Tom did the belt from his style indeed.

"Good, now can you turn your body to the right but keep your face on me?...Excellent."

SNAP!

The camera flashes in her face as she took her last shot of the night. The photographer adjusts the camera organizing the film and says. "Nice work Ms.Wilson, I'm pretty sure we'll have those pics we just took on by the end of the week. Your pictures will turn out great, they always have."

Torrie smiles. "Thanks Laura." She says as she walks off the photo mat and walks over to the table to the side with a mirror hanging over it. She plays with some of the materials on the table seeing that the table was full of nothing but makeup. She takes a few minutes smelling a few lip glosses when she dropped one. Torrie bent over to grab the gloss and lifted herself back up when she met the reflection of Dawn Marie in the mirror in front of her. Dawn was behind her with her arms across her chest staring at the back of her head. She places the gloss down on the table before turning around to face Dawn.

This was very unlikely. Dawn and her never met her eye to eye backstage unless it was scripted. Was she here to apologize for attacking her at the bikini contest at the House Show? There was only way to find out. "Hey Dawn." She awkwardly greets still managing to put on a smile.

Dawn doesn't return the smile back and just stands there with her hip leaned over to one side. "Torrie." She says not giving her anymore than that.

Torrie starts to play with her fingernails. Dawn to her was a mystery and she didn't know where this was going. She stood there still hoping to see any signs of Jackie or someone so she can say bye to Dawn and ditch her. This was very unusual.

"So some show we put on at the House Show huh?" Dawn starts.

Torrie looks backs at her due to the mention of the House Show. Maybe Dawn was here to say sorry for attacking her at the show. "Yeah." Torrie nods.

"So when did you and Jackie become a team all of sudden?"

"Jackie and I are friends Dawn. We're not a team."

Dawn chuckles. "You have everything in the world Torrie why do you have to steal everything from me?" She demanded getting dangerously close.

"Wh-what?" Torrie asked looking more confused than ever. What was Dawn on about?

She chuckles again looking at Torrie like she was stupid or something. "Are you dumb or something Torrie? You take everything from me and to tell you frankly I'm tried of it."

She was forever dumbfounded. "Dawn, what is it I've taken from you? Surely its not your career because you still have it."

"Don't pull that dumb blonde act on me Torrie. Drop it. You take everything from me. If winning matches and contests over me didn't satisfy you enough you take Jackie away from me and now you've taken John!" Dawn snaps.

"What are you saying?"

"Jackie and I were really close until you stepped in and took her from right under my nose. I've seen you with John and don't lie about it. I saw that kiss at the House Show!" She spats getting closer to Torrie.

Torrie backs away smelling trouble. "Jackie is growing tired of you and that kiss with John was meaningless and innocent. He kissed me on my hand for damn sake!" She yelled back and the two of them caused attention by the many crew people that were passing by. Laura the photographer just stood near fixing her camera.

Before Torrie knew it Dawn's open hand made very contact with her face. She just slapped her right across her cheek. Torrie touches the spot where Dawn hit and it didn't too long until the two Divas went at it backstage knocking the table of makeup over spilling powder and liquid makeup on the floor everywhere.

"Help!" Laura the photographer yelled through the halls hoping someone would step in and stop the girlfight.

Torrie and Dawn roll on the floor throwing punches at one other while spitting out nasty names and comments. Torrie had been on top of her for most of the short period and got about five hits on Dawn before someone pulled her off. Dawn had a tight grip on her tank top causing the material to rip exposing her white bra as she was dragged off Dawn by a certain someone.

She was in the arms of someone when Dawn launched at her legs while crawling on the ground attempting to rip her shorts off. She kicked Dawn making her fall back on her ass. Being the hell cat that Dawn was she quickly got to her feet and launched back at her.

"Ayo!" The familiar voice came from the man holding her back. It was John. "Yo girl, calm the fuck down." John says as he quickly let go of Torrie and stepped in front of her restraining Dawn.

The two Divas were far from over and were at each others' throats. They were both swinging slaps and trying to pull the others' hair with John stuck right in the middle. He ducks down low trying not to get hit since most of their attempt to hit the other failed and they hit him instead. Torrie somehow managed to crawl under his legs and tackled Dawn in a blink of an eye.

John stood there in shock missing where she came from. "Ey, someone help!" He yelled as he grabbed Torrie from Dawn once again, carrying her by the waist. Damn, girls were a lot worser at fighting. They won't stop until the other is dead. He thought to himself as his hold on Torrie gets tighter, she was trying kick her way out of his shield.

To his relief before Dawn got up to launch back again Paul Wright known as the Big Show stepped in and lifted Dawn off the ground by her shirt. "Let go of me Show!" She snaps.

He angrily shakes his head and lifts Dawn higher putting her up on his shoulders. He looks at John and Torrie giving John a nod before he turned the other way taking Dawn with him who was throwing the biggest fit she ever threw. Dawn was kicking, screaming, and hitting Paul on the back demanding him to let go of her so she can finish Torrie.

He led her to his locker room with his hand in her's. She starts to feel her aching cheeks and wiped the blood that poured slowly off her bottom lip with a finger.

Damn Dawn. I'll kill her. She thought as she looked down at her fifty dollar tank top that was ripped open a few minutes ago. Torrie can already imagine what she looked like ; her face was battered, lip busted open, makeup smeared, hair messed up. Yep, she looked like she was sexually assaulted by a mad hungry man and wasn't surprised when they ran into Teddy Long. The GM studied her appearance and ended up thinking that John had raped her since he was there by her side. It caused him to almost strip John out of his WWE title until she spoke and told him the whole story. Teddy apologized to John and shorty after that encounter they reached his locker room.

He held on to her sitting her down carefully on the bench. "I'll be back, your bleeding, stay put." He says.

She watches as he walked to the wash room. Torrie sat there still and began to hug herself. The air conditioner was on all over the arena and she was freezing in a ripped top and short shorts. She sat shaking trying to keep warm when he emerge out of the wash room bringing out a towel with him.

He looked at Torrie who had her eyes on the ground with her arms across her chest covering her breast under the torn top. John doesn't hesitate and quickly walks to his open gym bag and grabs his chain gang hood sweater and heads back towards her.

"Here put this on." He says handing her the sweater.

She looks up at him and then at the material being handed to her. "Thanks." She says taking it from his hold.

John turns away from her to grab a chair in the corner as she ripped her top off further to remove it completely off her body. Slipping his huge sweater on she takes in his scent allowing the smell of cologne to wash over her chest.

He turns back to her dragging the chair with him. Setting it in front of her he takes a seat on it lining up their bodies perfectly. Torrie couldn't look at him. She knew she was a complete mess and was a bit embarrassed by her appearance. This was by far the worst shes ever looked in front of someone. She felt his hand touch the bare skin of her thigh as he leans closer to her causing her to feel his hot breath circle around her face. He places his hand on her chin but she still refused to look at him. Her eyes were pinned at the wall from across the room and his eyes were burning right through her. Soon he touched her lips with his finger and she immediately responded and slapped it off.

"Your lip is busted." He says placing a finger on it again.

She didn't slap it off this time instead she finally looks at him and says. "Do I look bad?"

John studies her profile looking at her up and down. Of course she looked bad, no one ever looks that good after they got their ass kicked in a fight. "You look fine." He lied taking his eyes off her. John can never look a person in the eyes when he tells a lie. Although this comment didn't count as one, to be honest he could careless how she looked. She was still beautiful as ever and thats the only thing that matters. He just hoped that she can see that.

The opposite happened and she began to tear up. "I look bad don't I?" She asked this time with more feeling as her face begins to pout up.

"Don't look at me like that please." He says looking back at her catching her tears.

"I-I should go." She says at once about to get up from her seat until he stops her.

"No, stay." He forbidded placing a hand on her shoulder. "Let me take care of you girl." Torrie doesn't argue back and nods. John smiles. "Thats my girl." He says as he starts to run the towel down her lips wiping off the dry blood flakes planted on it. She keeps her eyes off him avoiding eye contact and looked back at the wall where they previously were.

Being this close to him made her uncomfortable and her body tingled. She didn't know why all of a sudden she felt this way whenever she was near him. She was completely fine before but now something had changed. She was uncomfortable being with him but liked it when he was near. Did this mean that she grew feelings for John? No she couldn't have. They were just friends. Within three days he had became her closest male friend in the SmackDown locker room. Maybe the feeling she was getting was a feeling of comfort and she enjoyed his company but what was uncomfortable about that?

John dropped the towel to his lap and touched her cheek with his bare hands and the unthinkable happened and her knees seemed to go weak as her body fluttered into jelly. The pain she felt earlier faded away after his touch and it healed every black and blue color inside her. She touches his hand and removed it from her cheek placing it on her thigh where it was previously. Looking into his eyes she met his gaze. "It doesn't matter how you look in front of me. Stop crying, you know your beautiful girl. Just seeing the sight of you takes my breath away."

Torrie smiles at his comment. His words and his use of tone were different from the ones he's used before. It comforted her with warmth and the embarrassment she felt earlier disappeared in thin air as the tension in the atmosphere grew.

John looked deep into her sea green eyes and drowned into them. He moves his hand around her thigh and noted that her skin there was silky just like every part of her. He continued to study her beauty, his heart skipping a beat everytime he met that sweet glow that formed on her face. She was so beautiful. Her beauty seduced him and he couldn't hold back any longer. He slowly leaned in towards her lips wanting to take capture of them.

Torrie closes her eyes knowing what was about to happen. He caught her swollen lips with his and she opened them and invited his tongue in. John slipped inside her mouth, his tongue lashing in and massaged against her's softly. Torrie leans in closer on him causing her breast to brush against his chest, feeling his heart beat. John wraps his arms around her deepening the kiss. She moans against his mouth to the motion of his tongue inside her as he takes in her sweet scent of wild berries.

AND CUT: I hoped you like that. Please review, thanks.