Lilian had a huge grin on her face as she walked through the curtain. She headed for catering, figuring John would be there. Once she stepped into the room, she spotted him leaning against one of the nearly empty tables, drinking a bottle of water. "Hey baby!" She walked up to him cheerfully.

He swallowed his drink and raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so happy, my little Madonna?"

She looked at him and giggled. "Madonna? What are you talking about?"

"Carlito, Carlito, Carlito," he replied in a high pitched, sing-song voice.

She laughed again. "I like his song!"

"I thought you liked my song!"

"I do!" She replied with a laugh.

"Well then why don't you sing along with mine, hmmm?"

"John, you don't even sing! It's rapping." She arched a brow and smirked. "Do you want me to rap?"

He made a face. "No! You've rapped before and it was just...so wrong. I mean it makes your dancing look good."

She tried acting offended but couldn't stop herself from laughing. "Stop hating, I got mad skillz yo."

John groaned loudly and stepped back from her. "I do NOT know you!"

She feigned insult. "John, that hurts! You know, you keep making me feel like a shallow person that has no feelings. I just, sometimes I think you and the world would be better off without me!" She sniffed.

"You're right," he agreed.

She gasped. "You bastard! I resent that."

"You weren't sayin' that last night." He winked and took her by the hand, leading her back to his locker room so they could get packed.

She sent him a playfully glare, pulling her hand from his grasp. "Maybe I'll go find Carlito. I can go 'Carlito, Carlito, Carlito all night long!" She smiled sweetly, purposely swaying her hips as she walked in front of him. "I mean we can talk in Spanish, it'll be great!"

He sent her a look and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Now Lil, you don't want to do that. I like Carlito and all but if he touches my fiancée I'd have to kill him."

"Why must you be so violent all the time? Come on, show your sappy side more often."

He chuckled and started to pack his bag. "It ain't gonna happen woman."

She sat down, grumbling. "I can't wait for you to get sick like I did."

"I will not get sick. I am invincible. There is no illness that can bring me down!"

Lilian giggled. "Hardly! You were whining like a baby when you got a paper cut the other night."

"It was on the inside of my finger. That is a very sensitive part of my skin," he defended.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Sensitive my ass."

"Yes, my ass is sensitive too, ya like?" He turned around to 'model' the body part of the subject.

Lilian smirked to herself, pulled her hand back and slapped him hard on his ass. "Eh, I've seen better ones personally."

He yelped and rubbed his ass before glaring back at her. "That's it, you're sleeping on the couch tonight!"

She crossed her arms and laughed. "Yeah right, you couldn't last without me in your bed tonight."

He arched a brow and smirked. "Care to put your money where your mouth is?"

"Fine by me, 'cause my mouth isn't going anywhere…which means neither is my money."

"How much?"

"If you can go all night tonight without sex, I will gladly hand you a hundred dollars in cash," she said confidently.

"Let's seal it with a kiss."

She shook her head. "Cheating already, John? It's not looking too bright for you and your wallet."

He threw his bag over his shoulder and picked her up as well. "We'll just see who's lacking in the financial department by the end of the night," he said, and then added, "honey," with a smirk.

She yawned playfully as he carried her out to the car. "Can you walk a little faster please?"

"No but I can drop you." He grinned sweetly down at her and stopped beside the car. "Wanna ride in the trunk?"

"Ha ha ha, you're just so damn funny!" She slipped out of his arms and reached in his pocket grabbing the keys.

"That's cheating!"

"How do you figure?"

"Your hand brushed against my-"

She cut him off with a laugh. "Keep dreaming Romeo." Blowing him a kiss she unlocked the doors and climbed in the driver's side.

He jumped in the car quickly, just before she drove off. They arrived at the hotel and Lilian quickly hurried to the bathroom with her bag. John shrugged and slipped off his shirt and shorts. He flopped down on the bed, turning on the TV.

"So John," she called from the bathroom, "what makes you so sure you can win this bet?"

"Because I'm John Cena!" he retorted. He then turned to face the bathroom door where Lilian was standing.

"Uh huh," she taunted, walking forward.

His eyes grew wider as he took in what she was wearing: a set of black, lacy lingerie. "Cheating! Unfair! I call…uh…foul…touchd- no…damn!"

She smiled sweetly and crawled up on the bed very slowly, stretching out beside him. "Mmm…it's so hot in here." She toyed with the strap of her bra, moving it off her shoulder and smiled over at him. "You wouldn't mind if I slept naked…would you?"

His jaw dropped and he climbed off of the bed. "I'm sleeping in the bathroom tonight!"

She laughed and grabbed his hand pulling him back onto the bed. "Nope, that'd be cheating."

"Why must you make up new rules as we go along?"

"Because I'm Lilian Garcia," she retorted, mimicking his tone from earlier.

"And you're that damn good?" He snickered. "Go on, you know you wanna say it."

She rolled her eyes and flipped him off.

He groaned. "I would, but I can't! It'd cost me $100!"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You make me sound like a hooker."

"Well…"

"Callate! Shut up!"

He frowned. "See, every time you say something in," he did finger quotes, "español, it's always mean!"

"Well then," she got to her knees and looked at him, "you gotta ask yourself something?"

"And what's that?" he challenged.

"Am I worth a hundred dollars?"

He looked at her for a minute, and then he got a knowing expression on his face. "I know exactly what you're doing. You can't stand the fact that we won't be having any sort of sexcapades tonight, and that kills you. But you're too damn competitive to admit it and you don't want to lose. Therefore, you're attacking me, the one you know will crack first at the first sign of anything sexual." He laughed. "I got you all figured out, Garcia."

"Actually that wasn't my plan. So answer the question Johnathon, am I worth $100?"

He moved away from her and laid back against the pillows. "No."

"Excuse me?" She leaned back on her heels, resting her hands on her thighs.

"Ah that came out wrong." He turned onto his side so he could face her. "You're worth much more than that, Lil and you know it."

She smiled down at him. "It never hurts to hear it though. And I'd kiss you for that, but I'd be breaking the rules. Sorry!"

"Oh fuck rules, I'll give you any amount of money you want, but you are not allowed to walk around in that and not, oh how should we put this, attend to my needs."

She rolled her eyes. "I believe the correct term would be ruck fules."

"Ruck fules, fuck rules, what the fuck ever!" He laughed and pulled her down on top of him.

"You are so crude." She flipped her hair out of her face. "Guess what!"

Do I even want to get into this? "What?"

"We're goin' down under tomorrow, mate!" she said in a thick Australian accent.

He laughed. "Why, ain't you a beaut!"

"Hey! I am not a nasty snake or lizard!"

"Gorgeous!"

"Oh...I knew that, really."

He chuckled softly. "Sure you did, just admit it I know one language you don't!"

"Baby, speaking with an Australian accent doesn't make it another language really."

"We're gonna ignore that for now." He winked and rubbed her lower back. "Now back to that bet..."

She laughed and slapped his chest playfully. "But I'm tirrrred!"

He growled softly. "Do you realize how hot it is that you roll your r's even when you speaking English?"

"Do you realize you're still not getting any?" She moved her body on top of his trying to get comfortable.

"But Lilian," he whined, while his finger traced around the clasp of her bra. "This isn't fair! You're going to kill me. What if something falls off!"

She picked her head up and laughed. "Nothing is going to fall off, I promise."

"You're not a doctor. You don't know that!"

"Go to bed." She kicked the sheets off of her. "And why is it so dang hot in this room!"

"Well look who you're layin' next to," he said, winking.

She grabbed the remote. "Yeah, a big lug." Idly, she clicked through the channels. "I think I'll watch a Lifetime movie!"

He grinned, pulling her fully into his lap as he nuzzled her neck. "Fine you watch your movie and I'll have my own fun."

She tilted her head, figuring it wouldn't hurt to give into him a little bit, especially when it felt this good. Turning the TV on, she purred softly.

John smirked against her skin, running his tongue along her tender flesh. His fingers moved down her thighs, just teasing her.

She moved against him, trying to focus on the screen. "John..." She managed to get out, biting her lip to stop the moan from escaping.

"Yes Lily?"

"I'm trying to focus here..."

"As am I baby." He grinned down at her before going back to his previous movements.

After a half hour had passed John finally settled down enough to watch the movie with her, taking a quick glance down at the small blonde in his arms her realized she was asleep. "Way to kill the mood, Garcia." He muttered playfully as he adjusted her in his arms, leaning his head back it wasn't much longer 'til he too drifted off.