You Can Try to Resist but It's No Use

Darcy could feel Jon staring at her as she moped around the house, unconsciously stomping her feet and closing doors harder than was necessary.

"What the hell is up your ass? You've been grouching around all morning."

"Harry can't make it."

"You told me last week that he wasn't coming down until fucking October," he spat – it had been less than 48 hours since the kiss they shared and he wasn't interested in hearing about her boyfriend.

"He texted me yesterday and said that he had a long weekend and would come visit but something came up last minute and now he can't make it," she explained, her voice remaining low and she tried to keep it steady.

Jon shut his eyes and sighed deeply, "Can you sit down, please? Let's just watch NXT and move on with our lives."

The mention of NXT seemed to make Darcy realise where she was and she took a deep breath before sitting down Indian style on the couch beside her Jon. She rested her elbows on her knees and leaned towards the television. Jon had connected his laptop to it so that they could watch Darcy's debut on a big screen.

"Are you pissed you didn't get to be involved in this?" Darcy asked as Richie Steamboat and Leo Kruger fought to advance in the Gold Rush Tournament. Not that they needed to be watching it – less than a week before Seth Rollins had won the NXT title at the tapings.

"Nah," Jon shook his head. "Rollins deserves it." Darcy agreed – Colby had definitely worked hard enough to earn the title. "You looking forward to a NXT Divas championship?"

Darcy snorted, "Like they'd ever give it to me. The stupid ex-cheerleader who can't get her head around a wrist lock."

"That's where you're going wrong," Jon told her knowingly. "A wrist lock has nothing to do with your head."

"Fucking smartass." She thumped him across the chest with the back of her hand.

They watched the first two matches and commented on the athletics, Darcy paying close attention in hopes of learning something new while Jon pointed out any and all flaws. It might have been rude and pretentious for him to do so if his intention hadn't been so clear – he wanted Darcy to know what he could pick up on. Most people wouldn't have seen the slight shift of a foot or the missed punch but after so much time spent in the ring Jon picked up on it instantly.

Boom-Lay Boom-Lay BOOM!
Boom-Lay Boom-Lay BOOM!
Boom-Lay Boom-Lay BOOM!
Boom-Lay Boom-Lay BOOM!

"You got good music, how'd you pull that?"

"Keirn's still worried that I'll whore myself out on-screen. I'm pretty sure he'll give me what I want just so that I keep it PG..." she trailed off when she noticed herself walking onto the NXT stage. "On a scale of one to ten how convincing was I when I was telling you I wasn't nervous?"

"Negative four."

Darcy grimaced, watching herself walk down to the ring. Her nerves were all over her face and in her movements. Darcy barely recognised herself. Jon wasn't looking at the screen; he was watching the confusion spread across her face. He said nothing.

The match started and Darcy buried her face behind her hands cringing at the lock up. Jon laughed at her when she complained about how sloppy it looked. Everything about the match made her feel sick to her stomach. She was still hesitating on her back bumps, her arm drags were loose, her bulldogs were too slow and the one dropkick she tried to land missed Audrey Marie by nearly a foot. Selling moves wasn't her forte, either. There were two things she liked about her debut match – her Lou Thesz Press and how she stuck the landing when she was pushed off the top rope.

"That was probably the worst match I have ever seen."

"No," Jon disagreed. "I've definitely seen worse matches. Not many but there have been a few."

"That's fucking embarrassing!" She yelled at Jon, "All the times that I asked you-"

"If I'd told you that you sucked you would have hit me and told me to stop being a cunt."

Darcy huffed, knowing that it was true. She crossed her arms and watched Audrey's celebration, chewing on her lip ring when Jon's hand came to rest on her thigh.

"I hope Harry doesn't watch it – I hope nobody watches it."

"New rule," Jon announced, taking his hand back, "don't ever talk about Harry."

Darcy sighed but didn't retort. She was thankful that Jon was still speaking to her and that things weren't too awkward between them. Of course there had been a few lingering looks – Jon never being ashamed when he was caught – but for the most part they were back to normal.

Darcy gasped when she was lifted off her feet and pushed back into a wall. She grabbed a fistful of dirty blonde hair and moaned, her head dropping to the side so that he could kiss her neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing against him.

"Jon," she sighed, tugging at his hair as she desperately tried to pull him closer. His hands reached beneath her shirt, resting at the bottom of her rib cage. He pushed her into the wall harder and she closed her eyes. When he kissed her, not hesitating to slip his tongue into her mouth, she could still taste the cigarette he'd just finished.

His silence was a little unnerving but with every movement of his lips Darcy felt herself caring less and less. His fingers grazed her ribcage as he moved his hands up to squeeze her breasts. She bucked her hips, desperate for closer contact and Jon responded by pushing her even harder into the wall.

Darcy jolted upwards at the sound of keys at the front door. There was heat in her cheeks and she couldn't quite get a grip on her breathing. She turned her head to the hallway, watching as Jon walked through the front door tugging a small suitcase behind him.

"Shit," he swore when he noticed Darcy looking at him. "You were sleeping weren't you? Sorry."

"Not your fault I sleep at dumb times," Darcy said as she swallowed the lump in her throat. His leather jacket was doing little to help her gain her composure.

"You okay?" he asked her when he noticed how flustered she was.

"Yeah, I just had a weird dream is all."

Jon nodded, though the expression on his face showed that he was sceptical. Darcy sat up on the couch and used the remote to turn on the television but most of her attention was on Jon as he walked past her to the laundry.

She closed her eyes and ran both her hands down her face. The last thing she needed was to be having those sorts of dreams about Jon. She was having a hard enough time containing those thoughts when she was awake, having them when she was even less conscious of it worried her.

"How was-" she started to speak, hoping to get her mind away from her dream. "How were the shows?"

"Good, I guess," he shrugged as he walked back into the living room.

"Do you even deserve to be called up? 'Good, I guess.' You ungrateful shit," she threw her pillow at him, hitting him in the stomach. Jon smirked at her before he bent down and picked the pillow up. Darcy's arms flew up to protect her heads but Jon threw the pillow at her nonetheless.

"All 3 matches were against Alex Riley, I lost twice," he shrugged at her again and Darcy shrugged back at him mockingly. "What?"

"If Divas got called up to do house shows they would be so much more excited than you."

"That's why they don't let the girls do the circuit before they're called up," he told her pointedly before sending her a shit eating grin. "Too excitable."

Darcy grunted at him before slumping down in her seat. She crossed her arms and dropped her head, still feeling tired – and pretty embarrassed, truthfully. Jon walked behind the couch and ruffled her hair. She ducked her head even further and hoped that he wouldn't see the blush that filled her cheeks.