Okay 1. I keep forgetting to say the voting we were talking about a couple chapters ago was from the reality show So You Think You Can Dance. I'm sorry I didn't say what it was before, hopefully you all didn't get too confused.
2. RAW ruled last night. Kristen and I freaked out when John got to face Viscera. That kicked ass. Then poor Lilian, acting scared, then pissed then she was so proud John won. She is such a whore! lmao

Anyways, here's the next chapter...obviously. Enjoy!

John grinned to himself as Lilian walked behind the curtain, stepping back behind the wall he waited 'til she walked past before grabbing her from behind.

"Well well, if it isn't my personal cheerleader?"

Lilian giggled and turned in his arms wrapping her arms around his neck. "If you hadn't said something, you would have ended up on the floor!"

"Down killer." He winked and maneuvered her in his arms so that he could carry her to their locker room. "You know Blondie, your wanting to check on me was pretty obvious."

She sent him a playful pout. "Oops?"

"Yeah, oops!" He chuckled and watched as she changed into a pair of jeans and one of his t-shirts. "I must say, the look on your face was priceless. I thought for sure you were going to walk right in the ring and slap the taste of his mouth."

She grinned. "Well, I wanted to I guess. But really? No, I was just acting. I had so much fun though!"

"It showed." He grabbed their bags. "You want to go get something to eat or no?"

"Yeah! I'm starving!" she replied excitedly.

"Alright, Jesus, you're all hyper again this week!"

She snickered and zipped up her bag. "It's such a rush. I swear it's almost better than sex!"

Hearing her words, what ever John was holding in his hands fell to the floor. "Whoa, back up, there's nothing better than sex with me!"

She giggled. "Well there is chocolate...ooh and shopping, especially for boots!"

John pouted and shot her a look. "Done yet?"

"Well I could keep going if you want!"

"No, no, let's go eat." He gave her a funny look before opening the door for her.

A couple minutes later, John parked their rental into the lot of a Souper Salad. Once inside, they both quickly filled a couple of plates with various foods before finding a table to sit at.

"So John," Lilian started, picking her fork up, "how much fun did you have beating the hell out of Nelson?"

"Oh, I damn well enjoyed myself, baby. I might've been a bit too stiff, but it's fine. I apologized after."

"Aw, well now I can really say that you would do for me what John Triton does for Kate in your little movie." She wigged her eyebrows at him and then took a bite of salad.

"Well of course I would, Lil! I'm not sure I could survive being shot at a million times by trained killers, but hey, I'd do my best."

"So you wouldn't take bullets for me? I would for you!" She pouted over at him before eating some more of her salad.

"Now that's not what I said baby."

She smiled sweetly slipping her foot out of her flats and rubbing his leg. "I'm just playing with you." She looked up at him, a playful sparkle in her eyes.

"Should I ignore the pun?" He groaned softly, shooting her a look.

She tilted her head and moved her foot higher. "Hey baby, you know that kitchen scene in your movie? Think it has the same effect in a restaurant?"

His eyes widen and he reached down grabbing her foot in his hand. "Don't you start because we both know you won't go through with it!"

"Oh I won't?" She glanced around the partly empty restaurant and then put her fork down. "You know John, the cover on that book, and the movie poster, you look so sexy. Have I ever told you how much I love a man in uniform?"

"You are such a tease," he said, trying to stay strong.

"How am I teasing? Teasing would imply that I would simply talk it up and do nothing about it. We both know that isn't who I am." She took a drink of her water, thinking. "Do you think they have vanilla ice cream here?"

"Lilian! Stop that!"

She arched a brow, resting her foot higher up in his lap. "Stop what? Oooh and maybe they'll have some whipped cream too."

"Lilian..." He forced out trying to stop himself from groaning. "You know what!"

She smiled sweetly and called the waitress over, ordering a bowl of vanilla ice cream with extra whipped cream. Turning back to John she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "Personally, I don't think you will go through this."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't tempt me."

Lilian smiled brightly when the waitress brought over the ice cream. "Thank you!" Once the waitress walked away she grabbed John's hand and had him scoop up some whip cream, glancing around to make sure no one was looking she leaned forward and took his finger into his mouth. Twirling her tongue around his finger before she pulled back, "Mmmm."

John quickly surveyed the room, making sure nobody was looking at them. "Knock it off!"

She looked at him with sad, puppy dog eyes. "But John…"

"No, this is a public place. And as much as I think some PDA would be exciting, I'd much rather take this back to the hotel. So eat up." He stabbed a piece of salad, emphasizing his point.

They finished eating and John quickly paid the bill before heading out the door. In the car, Lilian sat on her knees so she could lean over to him. "I told you that your picture was sexy, right?" He nodded. "Well, I always think you look powerful and very domineering."

He looked at her. "You're going to pull a Dany on me and smack me upside my head when we first see the movie at the premier, aren't you?" he asked, making reference to The Rock's wife, Dany, who had slapped him in the head when they first saw his love scene in Walking Tall.

"Oh, you're damn right." She smiled innocently before letting her fingers play with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

"I figured as much." He sent her a grin before leaning over and capturing her lips in a firm yet loving kiss before he pulled back. "Think that can hold you off until we get the hotel?"

She tilted her head and chewed on her bottom lip. "I'm not really sure..." She moved her fingers down his chest, slipping her hand under his shirt. She leaned closer purring softly in his ear.

John shivered and looked down at her. "What's gotten into you? Not that I mind, but you're never this aggressive!"

She smiled sheepishly up at him. "Can't a girl try to take advantage of her fiancée anymore?"

"Well yes, but usually if I try something like this you're slapping me and calling me a pig!"

"Duh, you can't put your hand down my shirt and expect to get away with it!" She shook her head.

"How about jeans? Can I put my hands down your jeans and get away with it?"

"You most certainly can not! Are you trying to kill me before my birthday?"

He pushed his bottom lip out into an exaggerated pout. "I wouldn't do such things! But fine, have it your way."

He pushed the gas pedal down further and they arrived at the hotel in half the time. Once he parked she climbed out and ran over to his side jumping in his arms once he climbed out. John groaned playfully. "What's this? Are we having sex in the parking lot?" His expression perked at the mere thought.

She smacked his chest lightly and rolled her eyes. "I'm not feeling that adventurous! But I would love for you to carry me up to our room." She pouted and batted her lashes, knowing he couldn't say no when she did that.

"Should I start calling you my Queen?" he asked with a smirk as he walked around to the trunk, adjusting her so he could grab their bags as well.

"You don't have to, but I wouldn't object." She sighed playfully and leaned her head against his shoulder. "Though 'Queen Lilian' does have a nice ring to it."

"I suppose you want me to carry you over the threshold too?" he asked as they approached their door.

"Well, practice does make perfect."

"Get down, you monkey," he said after rolling his eyes. After setting her on the floor, he pushed the room key in the slot, opening the door.

Lilian quickly sat on the bed, followed by John. "Well, here we are…"

"Yeah," he said quietly, "we're here."

They sat in silence for a little bit longer. "John, I feel like it's the night of my senior prom. This is ridiculous," she added, giggling.

"Your senior prom?" he asked, confused. "I don't get…oh…LILIAN!"

"What?" She giggled once more. "My goodness, you act like this is our first time sleeping together!"

"It just feels…different tonight."

She crawled over to him sitting in his lap. "Because I'm taking control this time?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she lifted his shirt off. "Let yourself enjoy it, John."

"I am enjoying it!" He grinned softly and rubbed her hips.

"Good," she said, tracing random patterns on his bare chest. "Because I really wouldn't mind you showing me exactly how powerful and dominant and sexy you are."

He looked into her eyes and saw a look he was pretty sure he'd never seen before. He didn't think he could ever see that and forget about it a day later.

"You're being awfully quiet," she pointed out after he didn't say anything. "Is something wrong?" she asked, suddenly worried.

"No," he replied quietly, then again, but louder, "No. Nothing is wrong."

"Are you sure?" He nodded. "Absolutely, 100 percent, no doubt about it –"

"Lilian! I'm fine, nothing's wrong."

She lifted her hands and cupped his face. "John, please tell me what's wrong."

He turned his head pressing a kiss to her palm. "Lil, nothing is wrong."

She sighed, her shoulders slumping as she slid off of his lap.

"Wait, where are you going?"

She shrugged and walked over to her bag pulling out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. "To take a shower, then get changed for bed."

John sighed and laid back on the bed watching her go. He heard the water running and decided he should make it up to her. Nothing was wrong; he was just thrown off by her boldness.

Stepping into the bathroom, he smiled to himself as she sang some song he thought he recognized. He watched her through the shower curtain, just looking at her silhouette. While she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, he quickly stripped out of his clothes and pulled the curtain back.

"John!" she gasped. "Dios mio, you scared me! What're you doing?" she asked, obviously coming down from being scared.

"I just wanted to show you nothing was wrong," he answered, smirking.

She smiled softly and stepped forward, giving him more room. "I know I shouldn't have kept asking, you just had me worried."

He turned her to face him. "I don't blame you, I can be just as persistent. But honestly, I'm fine." He kissed her softly before sending her a grin and grabbing her body sponge. "Need some help?"

She turned her back to him and nodded. "Mmhm, you know how I have problems reaching my back." She shivered when he decided to use his hands instead. "What are you doing?"

"Washing your back?" He sent her a wink and stepped closer wrapping an arm around her waist once he finished. "Anywhere else?"

Lilian leaned back against him, tilting her head to kiss his neck. "Nope, that's perfect."

He slid his hands down her sides and back up again. "If I ask you something, do you promise to answer me honestly and not just because you're going to be stuck with me for the rest of your life?"

She grinned and nodded. "Of course, I'm always honest with you."

"Okay, based on reading it, do you think my movie will be okay?"

She looked up at him. "You're worried your movie will fail miserably?"

"Thanks for putting it nicely," he joked, "and yes, I am."

"I love the story, John. I think it will appeal to more people because of the action and the violence. You have guns and explosions in there, baby, people will love it! I did, and I had to try and picture myself as that stupid little tramp."

He grinned softly and pulled her a little closer, turning her to face him. "Would it make you feel better if whenever we did scenes together I told you that I was picturing you?"

She smiled up at him, moving her arms to rest around his neck. "It would as long as you're not just saying that."

"I'm always honest with you, this time's no different."

She leaned up and kissed him softly. "And that is why I love you."

"I thought you loved me because of my good lucks?"

"Actually...it's the money." She sent him an innocent smile. "Now let me finish my hair so we can get out of here."

He pouted, reluctantly letting her go. "Do I at least get to dry you off?"

Lilian laughed as she grabbed her conditioner and started on her hair. "Yes John, you can dry me off."

"Yay!" he said happily.

She smiled, shaking her head as she leaned back to rinse off. "Sometimes, I think you're a 12 year old in a 29 year old's body."

"Are you saying I'm immature?"

"Yes," she answered without opening her eyes.

John reached out and grabbed a towel after turning the water off.

"Hey! I wasn't done!"

"You are now!" He wrapped the towel around her and then carried her out of the shower and into the bedroom.

She sighed playfully. "Why must you be so controlling, hmm?" Glancing up at him once he put her down she smirked. "Can you dress me while you're at it?"

He snickered and reached over grabbing her cloths for the night. "And I'm the controlling one?"

"Well...yeah." She winked, sitting up to help him out some. Once they were both dressed he moved to sit behind her and grabbed her brush. "Come here."

She smiled and settled down in his lap, sighing contently as he gently ran the brush through her hair. "You're too good to me."

He grinned down at her, saying playfully. "I know."

Later on that night, John was sitting on the couch, watching Lilian sleep. Just as he was about to get up, she turned over slightly.

"John?"

"Yeah, I'm right here," he said, getting up from the couch and making his way back over to the bed.

"What were you doing up?" she asked groggily.

"I was just thinking." He pulled her up against him and ran his large hands over her smooth skin.

"About what?"

"You, getting married, settling down."

She propped herself up as best should could to look at him. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"God no! I was just thinking of how nice it'll be."

She smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly. "Why are you not worn out? Because I am."

He grinned. Even in the dark, she could see his wide grin. "It's called stamina, Lil."

"Yeah but," she yawned, "I lost count after like seven times or something. I don't know."

"Well you said to show you how –"

"I know what I said," she said quickly, "I just didn't think you would take away my ability to walk. So I hope you're willing to carry me tomorrow, mister."

He chuckled. "We're going to see your sister tomorrow, baby. Which reminds me, why didn't we just stay with her? You always want to save on hotels and the time we can get a free bed, you don't want to."

"Do you honestly think we could've done what we did a few hours ago in my sister's house? She has children."

"Good point," he agreed. "How about I show you another side to the Marine?"

"And just what side would that be?"

"The softer," his fingers caressed over hers, "gentler," and then made their way down over her stomach, "more loving side," until they reach her legs where he rubbed his hands over the silky skin. He turned her so that she was on her back and then hovered over her. He pressed a soft and sensual kiss to her lips which grew heated as she pulled him down on top of her.