We hear the excited chatter as we walk into the room. We're separated from the fans by a curtain. Jon grins and pulls me to him. "Kiss me, wife" he demands. I smile and wrap my arms around him, pulling his head down to me and kissing him softly as I bury my fingers in his hair. An excited squeal makes us pull apart and Jon looks behind him, grinning instantly. "Well hello" he says, kneeling down and smiling at the toddler who has interrupted us. "And who are you?" "Joey?" a concerned voice calls. Jon grins and stands up, picking the toddler up with him. "Does he belong to you?" he asks, walking through the curtain. The fans squeal straight away. "Oh my god we got Ambrose!" a girl yells. Jon grins and hands the baby back. "Not just Ambrose" he says, holding up a finger. He walks back through the curtain and holds my hand. "Now or never toots" he whispers, kissing me softly. I smile and take a deep breath before following him through the curtain. The atmosphere changes straight away. The guys are happy, the girls, well, I hope they confiscated any sharp objects before letting them in the room.
"I thought they'd split" a girl hisses to her friend. "Me too" she hisses back. "Maybe this is just because they're in the same group and have to appear unified." "Unlikely" one of the guys says. "When that kid ran through the curtain he kinda interrupted their make out session." "I thought she wasn't even meant to be here" his friend says. "She's not on the list, just Ambrose, Rollins and Reigns." "Stop complaining!" his friend says. "She's hot, and she's not wearing much. It's better than seeing her in all that riot gear she goes to the ring in, even if she only has eyes for Ambrose." Jon and I look at each other and grin. Yup. Only eyes for my husband. Jon sits down and pats the chair next to him. I walk over and as I get close he stands up again, pulling my seat out and waiting for me to sit before sitting down himself. "Ambrose the gentleman" I say, smiling. "Who knew?" He smirks and looks at me. "You're supposed to know" a girl bitches. "I mean, you are supposedly married!" "Touché" I say looking at her. She goes red and hides quickly, clearly she didn't think I'd hear her. "Play nice" Jon whispers in my ear. I smirk at him, shifting slightly before before whispering in his ear. "I will play nice" I whisper. "Later, at the hotel. With my husband." "Oh dear lord" he moans, slightly too loud. The guys all grin and Jon smirks. "Oooops" he says. "Sorry guys. Anyway, let's get this on the go. Who's first?"
The signing goes surprisingly well, it's the photos that are the fun part. The girls all insist on getting between Jon and I, while the guys all insist on me going in the middle. Soon, they've all had their photo ops, and it's time to get back to the locker room. "Bye guys" I say, waving and heading for the curtain. "Enjoy the show" Jon adds, starting to follow me. "Hey Dean" one calls. "Can we have a word?" "Sure" he says, letting the curtain go and walking over to them. "So you're back together?" one asks, just not as quietly as she thought. Jon grins. "Ladies" he says, running his hands through his hair. "Contrary to popular belief, we never actually split up." "But Balor?" one asks. "Is a friend" Jon says sternly. "Balor trained Lora at NXT, it's thanks to Balor I get to work and travel with my wife. They are friends. Balor, is a friend. If a friend wants to take my wife out for a burger before putting her on a plane back to me, then that's fine by me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a show to get ready for. Night guys." He waves and walks through the curtain, breathing a sigh of relief as he reaches me. "Doll" he says, putting his arm around me as our PA leads us back to the locker room. "If there's anything they could possibly know about you and Balor, now would be a good time to tell me." I shake my head, smirking at him. "Man, they sure got to you didn't they?" I ask. He groans, stopping dead and making me stop with him. "No" he whispers. "I'm sorry. I love you." Before I can declare my love for him too, his mouth crashes down on mine, kissing me hungrily. "Get a room" Denise moans, walking past us. Jon pulls away quickly. "Good plan" he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the locker room.
"Hi guys" Colby says, looking up as we walk in. "Oh, bye guys." I wave helplessly as Jon drags me into the bathroom, locking the door behind us. "Oh dear god what are you doing to me?" he moans, walking to me and unbuckling his belt at the same time. "I suspect you're going to show me" I whisper, watching as his jeans pool at his ankles. His eyes burn as they lock onto mine. "Oh yeah" he moans, closing the distance between us and picking me up. I wrap my legs around him and he groans. "Rookie mistake" he says, putting me back down and pulling my shorts off me. I unbutton my shirt slowly, biting my lip and looking at him. He watches as it joins my shorts on the floor, then snaps his eyes back up to mine. "Oh doll" he moans. He picks me up again and we moan together as he slides into me slowly. "Oh Jon" I moan. He kisses me softly, purely to shut me up. He walks us to the wall and leans me against it gently. I flinch, it's cold on my back but it's easing the bruising that's just coming out. "I love you" he moans, holding my ass tight and pushing me down on him harder. "Oh fuck me Lora, yes!" "Team meeting guys!" Joe yells, banging on the door. "I'm coming!" Jon yells back. "Good for you!" Joe yells. "But what about the meeting?" I put my finger on Jon's lips. "On me" I whisper. "Concentrate on me Jon. I love you. Oh fuck, you feel amazing. Yes Jon, oh fuck yes!" "Come with me" he moans, watching as I throw my head back and bite on my lip. "Fuck Lora!" he yells, and I mean yells. He's not the quietest person when he's caught in the moment, now I really feel sorry for Denise. But that soon passes, I mean, the things this man does to me! "Jon" I moan, looking him in the eyes. He nods. "Now baby girl" he moans. "Oh fuck now!" He pulls me onto him hard, resting his forehead against mine as he spills into me. "I love you" I pant, trying to get my breath back. He nods, gasping for breath himself. "Love you too" he finally manages, putting me down. I stand on shaky legs, watching him grab our clothes. "Guess we've got a meeting to get to, huh?" he says wickedly.