This was originally a one-shot. But then I watched Vengeance last night and I heard just how proud Lilian was to announce Cena as the winner and...I had to do more. Thankfully Kristen thought the same :-D Again, we disclaim. Enjoy!
The inside of the locker room was empty and quiet. John sat on one of the benches, thinking. Thinking about his match, his segment with Rob, tomorrow night's match. He didn't think he'd done too badly of a job. Sure, he dropped Sabu wrong on the table, but accidents happen. He took a deep breath, standing up and pulling on a t-shirt.
"Damn, I thought we could have some fun."
John turned around to see Lilian standing there with her bags in her hands. She grinned at him before dropping her bags and running into his open arms. "You did so good out there, baby!"
He grinned widely, lifted the small blonde into his arms and spun her around before placing a kiss on her lips. Her first instinct was to kiss him back but she managed to force herself to pull away.
"Put me down, John."
He frowned and did as told. "What's wrong Lily?"
She looked up at him, her face etched with concerned before slapping him on the chest.
"Oww! What was that for?" John brought his hand up, rubbing his stinging chest.
"You're hurt, you shouldn't be lifting me up."
"I'm no more hurt than you are," he said, lifting up her left wrist.
"You got hit with a chair!" she shouted, pulling back. "You had a 200 plus pound man falling on top of you. There's no way you are unharmed."
"The Genie?" John questioned. "No way, I'm fine. I'm always fine." He smiled and raised his eyebrows.
"I guess I'll just have to ice you down, yet again. I don't see why Adam didn't win tonight. I'm so tired of you having to be involved in all this ECW stuff. I know it's what you love, but John you're going to kill yourself."
He sighed softly and ran his hand over his short hair. "Lil, we've gone through this before. You hate seeing me get beat up as much as I hate watching you in storylines like the one you had with Viscera."
"Don't go there, not now! You know how much I hated that storyline and this isn't about me anyway, it's about you! Why do you have to do this?"
"Do what? Wrestle?"
"Yes! No..." Lilian sighed and sat down on the couch, burying her head in her hands. She hated arguing with him, but on nights like this she just couldn't stop herself.
"Lilian," he said softly, taking a seat next to her, "I know what this must look like on the outside. You probably think I'm getting my ass handed to me night after night, and I am. But I have to. I have to do it because I have to gain the respect of those people." Using his hands, he turned her to face him, making her look at his eyes. "I'm no Triple H, I'm never going to be Kurt Angle and I'm not the next Rock, I know that. I know I don't have the perfect, flawless style in the ring, and I have to prove to everyone that I am good enough to be the head name in this company."
She nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder. "It's those ECW guys. I know they're nice and sweet, but they're also so rough out there. They don't slow things down, they just do it and do it at full force."
"That's their instinct Lil. ECW people are bred and trained differently than us. But come on, I'm working with Rob tomorrow. You know as well as I do that I'll be just fine with him."
She nodded her head once more. "I know, I just worry about you John. I guess it comes with the territory of loving someone, eh?"
John chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "Eh? Someone has been spending too much time around her Canadian friends!"
Lilian laughed for the first time that night. "You leave my Canadian speaking alone."
Leaning down he pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "Come on blondie, let's get going. I'll even let you decide what we talk 'aboot' on the way to the hotel."
"Sounds riveting," she quipped.
He winked and picked up their bags. They headed out to the parking lot and found the last remaining car. He put their stuff in the trunk and opened her door. Driving to the hotel, Lilian cranked up the radio, singing along to a Mariah Carey song. John glanced over at her, raising an eyebrow. "Having fun?"
"So why you act like you don't know how this lovin' used to be? I bet she can't do like me. She'll never be LG!" She grinned at him, and started laughing.
"First Mariah Carey, now Barbie Blank?"
Lilian's jaw dropped and she reached over, slapping him in his arm. "That was just low! You'll be sleeping on the couch for that one."
John pouted, and started to whine. "But...but baby you know I can't sleep on the couch. It hurts my back and I'm injured!"
She simply turned her head and folded her arms across her chest. "Maybe Barbie will let you share her bed." She smirked inwardly and climbed out of the car once he parked. While she wasn't mad at him, he didn't need to know that. She'd let him grovel and beg for forgiveness first.
Lilian walked to the room alone, letting him get the bags out of the trunk. His arms aren't hurt, she told herself. She sat down on the bed, stretching and wishing desperately he'd hurry up. The top she'd worn that night was really started to bug her. Finally, someone knocked on the door. "Who is it?" she asked innocently.
"Room service."
"Sorry, I didn't order any." She peaked out of the small hole in the door, silently laughing at John standing there with their suitcases.
John grumbled to himself, shifting the bags into one hand so he could find the key. He leaned against the door and had finally found the key when Lilian decided to pull the door open. She gasped softly, jumping out of the way as John and the bags came tumbling inside. All she could do was laugh as he looked up at her.
"Can you at least help me up?"
She stepped closer and offered him her un-injured hand, only to be pulled down on top of him.
"Oh no, we've fallen and we can't get up!" He started laughing, using his other hand to shut the door. "Hm, I kind of like this. Lily-blanket," he said grinning.
"That…was the lamest thing I think I've ever heard." John frowned. "But only you could say it and look so adorable." She grinned and kissed him before getting back to her feet. She grabbed the first bag she saw and grabbed a t-shirt out of it. She changed into it and sighed. "Much better."
"Yeah, that's mine," he pointed out.
She shrugged. "But it looks good on me. Though if you want to complain, I guess I could let you sleep in something of mine." Turning her back she started towards the bed, missing the playful glare sent in her direction.
"Oh I'm sure I'd look wonderful in your silk nightie!"
Lilian shrugged again as she climbed onto the bed. "Hey, you never know until you try."
John pulled off his own shirt and came up behind her. "I think I would rather see you in it than myself."
She smiled and playfully rolled her eyes. "You would." She leaned back against his chest. "I guess I don't have to wear anything to bed…but, I think I'd get really cold."
He grinned excitedly. "I'm sure we could think of something to keep you warm."
"Oh really?" She arched a brow, trying to keep the smile from her face. "And what exactly did you have in mind?"
John grinned and played with the hem of her shirt, slipping his hand inside to caress her soft skin. "Well…they do say body heat is the best way to keep warm..."
Rolling onto her back, Lilian laughed. "Okay I can handle that. But do you really know anyone up to for the job?"
"Trust me, I know someone who is always up for the job." He smirked down at her, slowly lifting the thin t-shirt up.
"You're right! I should call Ric. I'm sure he and his new wife would love to go out for drinks and just…see what happens." She started laughing at the hurt look on his face.
"Okay, that's kind of gross." He shook his head and started undoing his belt.
Lilian frowned. "I'm sorry. How can I ever make it up to you?" She bit down on her lip and winked at him before moving down to his lap where she started working on the belt.
"Hey, I thought you played nurse last time. Shouldn't I get to be the doctor?"
"What is this, fourth grade?" she asked laughing.
He arched his hips against her, slipping his hands down her sides to toy with the hem of her shirt. "But Ms. Garcia, I wanna play!" He stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, and sent her the puppy dog eyes he knew she couldn't resist.
"John! Don't do that!" She giggled and slipped off of his lap. "Fine, you win this time!"
He grinned and nudged her. "On your stomach."
She arched a brow, and laughed. "Excuse me?"
John chuckled and shook his head. "What happened to that innocent woman I fell in love with? I was gonna give you a massage, Ms. Dirty mind!"
"Oh," was all she said. She crawled back on the bed, and lay down in the pillows. John moved his hands up inside her shirt, and worked his fingers into her back. "John? I wanted to ask you something."
"No, I don't have crabs," he joked. He felt her laugh under his hands. "Kidding, what?"
"I know this sounds weird, but what do you see in your future? I'm not talking about me or anything - but with your career. Do you think you'll be in the Hall of Fame or go on to be a 12 time champ?"
He thought for a moment, continuing to move his hands along her back. "That would be a dream come true, it's what all the guys work towards."
Lilian nodded her head. "I was just wondering."
Slowly moving his hands lower, John spoke softly. "As for the other part of my future, I see this beautiful woman with an amazing voice by my side."
She smiled and rested her arms on her head. "Anyone I know?"
"Oh I dunno, do you know Mariah Carey?" He chuckled softly, just teasing her.
She laughed as well and mumbled teasingly. "You know I hate you, right?"
"That's not nice. And when you're not nice, you get in trouble," he said in a childish tone.
"Oh, I'm so scared! I'm shivering in my boots," she feigned fright.
His hands dropped down to her sides where is fingers started gliding back and forth lightly, tickling her. She immediately started giggling and twisting around trying to get away.
"Stop, stop! I give up! I give!" she screamed in between giggles.
"That's what I thought." He turned her over and picked her up into a sitting position. "Care to rephrase your last statement?"
She smiled sweetly and rested her arms around his neck. "Sure, I hate you with a passion. Is that better?"
John groaned and laid her back on the bed, moving to sit on top of her. "You always were a bad liar."
Focusing all of her energy on moving him off of her, she thrusted her hips up and quickly had their positions reversed. With a smirk she pinned his hands above his head. "What was that?"
"Damn your Puerto Rican attitude!" He looked up at her, his eyes trailing down to where her hands were on his, her arms, neck, abdomen and then back to her face. "Actually, this isn't too bad."
She slapped his pec. "You are such a pervert! And you said I had the dirty mind."
"You do, you giggle every time a doctor or anyone refers to chewing as 'mastication.'"
Lilian bit her lip, trying to contain the laughter. "I do not!" she shouted through clenched teeth.
John laughed. "Back to you being a bad liar!" He smirks and moves his fingers along her sides. "Mastication..."
Unable to contain her laughter anymore, she fell on top of him in a fit of giggles. "Stop it, John!"
He chuckled and held her against him, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You're so easy baby."
She elbowed him and sat up with a pout. "Did you just call me easy...need I remind you how we ended up together?"
"Let's not go there," he said turning red. "That's just a constant reminder as to why you do not drink a fifth of Jim Beam and have on your red boxers in the same night."
"No, they were red and silk. Do you still have those?" she asked, smiling.
"Of course. I would never get rid of the clothes I wore when I got laid by Lilian Garcia."
Her jaw dropped. "You are such a jackass!"
He chuckled. "Actually, I think I have them framed in my house with a nice gold plaque saying 'These got me laid by a sexy Latina!'"
Lilian giggled and shook her head. "You are the biggest dork I have EVER met!"
"But that's why you love me, well that and this thing I do with my tongue..."
She gasped. "Johnathon!"
He grinned sweetly. "What? I was talking about the way you taught me to roll my 'R's'."
"I'll bet you were." Pressing her tongue up to her teeth, she started making that purring sound. "You didn't catch on very quickly."
"Do you think that not being Spanish has anything to do with that?" he joked.
"Yeah, you little Cracka!" She stuck her tongue out at him before crawling into the sheets. "If you'll excuse me, I am exhausted!"
"I'm sure getting H's ass flashed at you is very exhausting."
"You know, now that you mention it, maybe I'll go see him. I didn't really get a good enough view."
"Lilian Garcia, don't make me..."
She laughed, "Make you what, baby?"
He narrowed his eyes at her. "You know."
She rolled onto her side, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "Nope, care to tell me?"
"But there are so many options. I could tickle you, kiss you, do that one thing I do." He winked and earned himself another slap on the shoulder.
"You're going to hell, you know that, right?"
"Yes, but you'll be right there with me. If they think hell is hot now, just wait until we arrive." He pulled the sheets back more and slid in next to her, pulling her up against him.
She smiled and snuggled into his embrace, her head resting on his chest. "So I guess we'll just have to take over once we get there?"
His arms went around her waist, holding her close. "You know it, baby."
Nodding her head, Lilian yawned softly. "Sounds like a plan to me."
John tilted her head and kissed her softly. "Good night, Lil."