A/N: As always, your support of this story means the world to me. This chapter is entirely devoted to John and Trish, and I really hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to review!
Chapter 7
Trish had always prided herself on being the girl who wasn't fazed by diamonds. Someone who could not be won over by a piece of flashy jewelry. But receiving that gorgeous necklace from John caused her heart to swell.
They had since returned to the hotel, John heading to the bathroom to, "piss out that nasty French wine." Trish stood before the mirror, admiring the shimmering necklace hanging loosely in front of her. She touched the delicate chain gently, the reflection of the room light putting a sparkle in her eyes. She was so enthralled by the beautiful gift that she didn't hear John slip out of the bathroom. His heart warmed as he watched his girlfriend staring at the gift he so carefully selected for her. He drug Marc into every jewelry store in Boston in search of the perfect gift for Trish.
With a smile on his face, he snuck up behind her, arms snaking around her waist. John dropped a kiss on her neck before resting his head on her shoulder. "Beautiful," he murmured as he admired the reflection in the mirror.
Trish nodded in agreement, her hands finding his. "It really is," she replied, tangling her fingers between his much larger ones.
John shook his head, "I wasn't talking about the necklace…"
She knew he was trying to be sweet, but Trish could not hold back a laugh. She let go of his hands and turned to face him, his arms still locked around her. "Smooth, baby. Very smooth," she insulted playfully.
John released her and stepped back, becoming suddenly aware of the shot she took at him. He sent her a dirty look, but it was laced with a smile. "Damn, Trish. Way to kill my game," he said. He pretended to be upset, walking away in a huff. "What's a guy gotta do to get in someone's pants these days?"
Trish smiled at his attempt to be angry. She followed him to the bed, on which he very dramatically threw himself. She paused by the side of the bed, sending him a look.
"Come on, Cena, what kinda girl do you think I am?" she questioned, shaking her head in disbelief. "It takes more then a one liner to get into these pants." John pouted miserably, sitting up. His feet hit the floor with a thud and he looked up. His eyes lit when he locked gazes with Trish. A dark, sexy, I'm-about-to-fuck-your-brains-out look filled her chocolate orbs. He waved a finger at her, beckoning her to him. Trish stepped between his parted knees, her arms wrapping around his neck. "Lucky for you," she started, her voice low, "…I'm not wearing pants tonight."
John grinned, licking his lips as the excitement of anticipation took over him. He leaned towards her, and Trish met him halfway, their lips locking in a searing kiss. John fought to contain a groan as she straddled his lap, forcing her tongue into his mouth. His fingers curled through her hair as he tilted her head back, gaining his own tongue easier access to her mouth.
John broke the kiss, only to move his lips to her neck. Taking the skin between his lips, he bit gently – just hard enough to earn a gasp. Trish leaned back, exposing more area as he dragged his tongue downward, leaving a moist trail.
Trish sighed, her eyes closing contentedly. This was exactly what she needed. A night of passion to help her forget her friends' stupid comments…
She ran her nails through the short hairs on the back of John's head as his lips traveled further down, his tongue dipping between her cleavage. Unconsciously, Trish rolled her hips, earning a surprised moan from her boyfriend. Pleased with the effect it had on him, she repeated her action, this time slower, feeling him harden beneath her.
In one swift movement, John lifted Trish up and threw her on the bed, hovering over her. His hands immediately went for the hem of her dress. Very slowly, almost as if to tease himself, he raised the garment over her head and dropped it beside them. Trish drew him to her, kissing him hard on the lips. John deepened the kiss, his hand traveling down her curves till it rested on her hip, while his free hand came down to massage her breast. Trish smiled at the feeling of his hands on her, pleased in knowing that it had the same effect on him as it did her.
A minute later she broke the kiss, ignoring his disappointed expression. "You have way too many clothes on," she noted, reaching for the buttons on his shirt.
John sat up, finishing the task for her. He tossed the blue shirt to the floor, silently vowing to never wear the ridiculous item again. Trish pulled his face to hers again, then ran her fingers down the smooth skin of his back. John reached behind her, expertly unclasping and removing her bra.
He sat back a little and nodded appreciatively as his eyes wandered over her incredibly toned body. As if the sight of her near naked body beneath him wasn't enough of a turn on, Trish's hand snaked forward, touching him through the thin material of his slacks. Trish bit her lip, her lust-filled eyes staring into his as she rubbed him at a torturously slow pace. His erection becoming painfully hard, John hurried her along, moving her hand to the button of his pants.
"Too many clothes, remember?" he reminded her with a lusty grin.
Trish returned the smile, tiny fingers pulling apart the button and sliding down the zipper. John maneuvered the slacks off, discarding them to the floor. Resting his weight on his elbows, he laid on top of her, crushing his lips on hers. They stayed that way for a long while, mouths and hands roaming.
She felt his hand slip between her legs, and a guttural moan escaped her. She was quick to come to his aid when his free hand reached for the strap of her black thong, yanking it down hastily. The second her panties fell to the floor, they went after John's, quickly removing his boxers as well.
John positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes clouding over in his heightened state of arousal. Trish sent him a pleading look, pulling at his hips. John smirked, pressing his forehead to hers as he pushed into her. Trish gasped as he filled her, her eyes closing at the sensation. Noticing the expression on her face, a devilish smile curled his lips. He pulled out of her, laughing to himself as he eyes shot open and she stared him down.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she asked, her tone dropping considerably. She lifted her hips toward him, falling back with a grunt when he didn't match her movement.
John laughed, "Just teasin', baby." He kissed her, muffling the moan that slipped from her mouth as he pushed himself all the way inside of her. He quickly found a rhythm, rocking his hips against hers. "Trish… you feel so good…" he told her, slowing his pace a little.
Her response was a whimper, which quickly turned into a loud moan as John kicked his pace up a notch. Her nails dug into the skin of his back as she thrust her hips upward, increasing the friction between them. Her hips rose from the mattress, allowing him to plunge deeper into her. Trish gripped his arms tightly, reveling in the pleasure coursing through her body. "Right there," she muttered as he hit her spot. "Just… like that."
John sped up again, pushing Trish over the edge in a matter of minutes. She called his name loudly as she came, her body shaking at its intensity. He followed soon after, burying his face in her neck as he released himself in her. A moment later, his body fell limp on top of her, both individuals gasping for air.
The room fell silent as the spent pair lay tangled in a mix of sheets and limbs. John rested his head on Trish's collarbone, her fingers softly playing with his hair. His eyes lingered around the room, resting on the alarm clock. He had to be up in three hours. Back to reality.
He sighed, but his concerns dissipated when he glanced up at the woman holding him. She was obviously battling sleep, dozing in and out of consciousness. She looked so beautiful, her blonde hair spread across the pillow, a smile on her kiss-swollen lips. Spending a night with Trish was more then worth the sleep he was going to lose.
A smile touched his lips as he carefully lifted his head, drawing her out of her trance. He moved to her ear, whispering quietly, "I love you so much, Trish." She turned slightly, returning his affection with a soft, slow kiss.
"I love you more," came her sleepy reply.
He kissed her once more, and returned to his original resting place. He locked his arms around her waist, hugging her protectively. Soon, their breathing became steady, the couple drifted to sleep in the comfort of each other's arms.
