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Torrie sighed and rolled over, immediately feeling John move with her. She just wanted him away from her. John was her boyfriend, she should have been enjoying the romantic time with him, she should be trying to make Trish and after thought...but she wasn't, Trish was in the forefront of her mind. The blonde wanted to be with the Canadian right now, not John.

He had rushed her from the arena and back to the hotel where he had quite the evening planned for them. John went out of his way to try and make their night special, lighting candles, spreading rose peddles...the whole nine yards. Just like he had suggested earlier they had showered together, the West Newberry native took his time, trying to pleasure her in the warmth of the water. Yet all that did was remind her of the night Trish had snuck into her shower, she was somehow everywhere.

After they had dried off he sat her down on the edge of the bed and popped a bottle of champagne, pouring them each a glass. Torrie had hoped that the little bit of alcohol would put her more at ease, but it didn't...she still didn't want to be there with him.

Taking his time John proceeded to make love to her, she felt uncomfortable with the man she used to think she was in love with. But the more she thought about it, the more she knew that she had been wrong. The Boise bell tried her hardest to just act like nothing had changed, she tried to just make love with him and enjoy herself, except she couldn't, and another woman was what was holding her back.

Now that she was turned away from his face she let a soft tear roll down her cheek as he held her, she could feel how happy he was when inside she was screaming. How had she let it come to this? Before Trish came along she wanted to marry him and now she felt ill in his arms.

Time ticked on and soon enough John was fast asleep beside her, easing away from him she slid out of the bed and pulled on a pair of pj's and t-shirt before heading out the door. Torrie took the elevator up two floors before stopping in front of the room that she knew belonged to Trish. She knocked softly and waited, smiling when the blonde opened the door smirking.

"Well look what the cat dragged in," The Canadian said smugly, laughing slightly as she hugged the door.

The other woman laughed back, "Shut up," She told her jokingly, shoving past her to move inside and sit on the bed.

Trish shut the door and followed Torrie inside, "So how was you're romantic evening?" She asked complacently, sitting down beside the former Smackdown diva.

"How did you know about that?" Torrie asked, shocked that anyone knew about his plans.

The Canadian got on her knees and crawled behind the woman to start rubbing her shoulders, "Well Lita overheard him asking Orton for advice on how to make its special," She stopped to make a face, "Gag me with a spoon, like Orton is actually half the lover he thinks he is."

Torrie laughed then moaned as Trish added more pressure to the massage, "God that feels so good."

She flipped her hair over, "You're pretty tense babe...I take it the night wasn't the magic he hoped for?"

Sighing Torrie's smile faded, "Maybe for John it was but I was having so much trouble concentrating on him like I should have been, for the first time in my life I actually faked it."

Another laugh came from behind her, "Well don't worry about all that, you're here now, let Trish take care of you."

Torrie's smiled re-immerged when Trish took the Idaho natives face in her hands and turned her around to kiss her. "You're gonna take care of me huh?" Torrie asked, pushing Trish down to climb on top of her.

"Real good care of you," Trish replied smiling, reaching up to brush the woman's bangs from her eyes.

Right there, in that exact moment, Torrie felt happier then she had felt in forever. It just seemed so right, like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. For once she wasn't confused; for once she knew that Trish was who she wanted to be with.

Their lips met again in another torrid kiss, Torrie searching for something in Trish that she wasn't getting from John. Trish's hands moved upward pulling off the over sized t-shirt Torrie was wearing; she smiled at the site of the other woman being exposed in front of her.

Her lip moved slowly to cover one of Torrie's nipples, flicking it lightly with her tongue until became a hardened peak.

Moaning Torrie arched her head back, tangling her hands in Trish's long hair. Her lips were surreal, the pleasure she gave her was unlike anything she had ever known, John didn't even compare to her in anyway, shape or form. She only wished she would have given into Trish sooner instead of fighting what was right in front of her.

Trish stopped her assault momentarily and smiled before flipping her over so she was now the one on top. Winking at the girl who was now beneath her she trailed kisses down her stomach, stopping right above her pyjama bottoms. "These really need to go." She commented, hooking her fingers in the elastic and pulling them down over Torrie's thighs until they reached her feet. Taking them off completely Trish tossed them to the floor and pushed Torrie's legs up, forcing her to buckle her knees. Scooting her body towards her Trish lowered her face between her thighs, placing soft kissed on either side before moving on to her final destination.

Torrie's hips bucked foreword when Trish's mouth made contact with her, a sharp hiss escaped her lips...and then a knock came pounding on the door.

"Yo, Trish its John, have you seen Torr? Open up!"

A shocked expression washed over the blondes face, "Jesus Christ," She cursed, scrambling to slip the t-shirt back over her flesh and her pyjamas back up over her hips.

Trish wiped her mouth and smiled, "He has great timing don't you think?"

Unfortunately for Torrie she didn't think the situation was funny at all, as quickly as she could she did her best to fix her hair and tried not to show how aggravated she was with him showing up there.

Walking up to the door Trish pulled back the lock to let him in, "Yeah John she's right here."

He rushed inside to the Boise native, "Babe you scared me half to death," He whispered, grabbing her and kissing her all over her face, "I woke up and you were gone."

She did her best to smile, "Yeah I woke up and couldn't fall back to sleep. I just thought I'd come shoot the shit with Trish since I know what a big night owl she is. I just didn't want to wake you." Torrie lied, still wishing that he was fast asleep and she was falling into ecstasy.

John smiled and hugged her tightly, "Well just wake me up next time ok? I'm just so glad you're ok," He said, squeezing her even tighter.

"I'm fine John." She replied, trying to sound as annoyed as she actually was.

Taking her hand he started to lead her out of the room, "Thanks for taking care of her Trish."

Torrie turned to look at Trish, stunned by his coincidental choice of words. The Canadian simply winked in response. "Anytime John...anytime."