Big thanks to Katie for helping out with the ending! Me and Kristen are just too damn innocent to come up with something like that. LMFAO ;-) Enjoy!
---------------------
Once the show came to an end and she thanked the fans, Lilian quickly made her way backstage. She found John waiting nearby, his back to her as he talked to Carlito. Smirking inwardly, she walked up behind him, pressing herself against his back as she whispered seductively in his ear. "You in those camo shorts...qualifies for the whole 'let's do it for our country' line."

John shivered and pulled her around into his arms. "Someone has been watching too much Grease 2!"

She smiled sweetly over at Carlito and shrugged, ignoring John's comments. "How are ya Carlito?" She discreetly pressed herself back against John, trying to keep up her innocent look.

Noticing the other man's pained expression, Carlito laughed. "Doing good Lil, but you know, as much as I'd love to stay and chat. I need to get going. I'll see you two later."

The blonde turned to face her fiancée, sending him a pout. "You scared him off!"

"Me?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes, you!" She winked at him before walking towards the women's locker room.

He followed her. "And where are you going?"

"To get my bags, genius," she replied, throwing him a flirty smile.

"Fine, but don't change clothes," he demanded.

She turned to salute him. "Sir, yessir! But, you can't change out of those pants either." She winked at him again before walking inside the locker room to get her suitcases. After packing her stuff, she turned to glance at Candice. "Hey...do you still have that paddle from your match?"

The brunette arched a brow, then nodded. "Yeah...do I even want to know why you want it?"

Lilian blushed, taking the paddle she was offered and slipping it into her suitcase. "I plead the fifth."

Candice nudged Torrie and giggled. "Look at that, our sweet little Lilian is turning all kinky on us!"

The Boise native wiped away a fake tear and threw her arms around her. "I'm so proud of you, Lily!"

The ring announcer squirmed away from her friend. "Next thing you know," she said, shouldering one of her bags, "you're going to be asking me to video tape something!"

Candice and Torrie exchanged glances. "Us? Never," Candice said, shaking her head.

Torrie stifled a laugh. "Get out of here. I'm sure your soldier is waiting for you."

Lilian grinned. "Yeah! I'll see you two later."

"Finally," John said as she walked out of the door.

"Have you been standing there the entire time?" she asked, smiling.

He shook his head. "Nope, I went and got my own bags. Believe it or not, I am quite capable of functioning on my own without you by my side."

She gasped playfully. "Well gee, that's news to me!"

"Very funny," he scoffed, taking her bag from her. "My God woman, how much do you pack for one night?"

"...You're right next to me when I pack. Don't act shocked!"

"Yeah, but it didn't seem this heavy before! What did you add in?" He started to open the bag, but she slapped his hands away.

"It's a surprise! Now can we get back to the hotel please, I want to get you in bed."

"All you had to do was ask!"

"Don't quit your day job, baby." She reached in his pocket grabbing the keeps as she walked in front of him to the car.

After they arrived at the hotel, Lilian started to take out her earrings. "I thought I told you to leave your outfit on."

She looked at him with her jaw slanted to one side. "Excuse me?"

"You would get mad if I took off…say, my belt, so why are you allowed to remove earrings?"

The expression on her face quickly turned into a confused one. "Okay baby, whatever you say." She paused for a moment. "Does this mean I can't take off this headband? It's really starting to give me a headache."

"Well, I don't know, I like it on ya! It makes you look like an innocent, Catholic school girl, then you look down at that shirt and it's like you're going to work your corner."

She tilted her head to the side. "Are you calling me a hooker?"

He grinned sweetly and took a seat on the bed. "Well…if the boots fit!"

She narrowed her eyes at him and walked over to her suitcase.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh nothing!" She replied in a sing song voice.

John groaned softly. "That means trouble, doesn't it?"

Ignoring his question, the blonde smirked. "Hey John, remember Torrie and Candice's match?"

"..Is this a trick question?"

Lilian laughed. "No! I was just thinking about how much I wanted to be part of it. Well maybe not with them...but with you." She winked and pulled the pink paddle from her bag. "Think you can help me?"

His jaw dropped. "Do what?"

"You know, help me out with what I want to do." She flashed him with an angelic smile and tossed him the pink board. She turned around and leaned over on the bed, grabbing one of her suitcases very slowly.

John looked up to the heavens and mouthed, 'thank you'. "You're serious about this?" he asked, stepping closer, running his hand over the smooth wood.

"Oh, I'm dead serious," she said, still reaching for the suitcase. Once she had a hold of it, she began pulling it to her, but apparently it had gained in weight because it slid across the bed very slowly.

He groaned softly, watching her every movement. "Oh God."

"Stop talking and do it!"

He ran his hand lightly along her backside, lifting her skirt up before he brought the paddle down.

"John...if you're gonna do this, I want to feel it!"

"Just remember, you asked for it!"

"Do I look like I'm going to complain!" She jumped slightly when the board came down on her backside, this time harder.

He lifted it again, but she turned and grabbed it from him. "What the hell?"

"What?" she asked, still playing up the innocent role. "Apparently John, I'm not the only bad person in this hotel room."

"And since when have I been bad!"

She shrugged before shoving him up against the bed and bringing the paddle down hard. "You're always bad."

"I'm starting," he jumped when she swatted him for a second time, making his voice jump, "to think you need to watch porn."

She giggled innocently. "Why watch it when we can make our own?"

His eyes widened and he looked back at her. "Are you serious?"

She shrugged and sat back on her heels. "Why not, we role-play enough. Though I don't know how well it'll work tonight. Our outfits don't really work...but I refuse to let you change and I'm not changing."

"We can improvise then! You can be my wife and I'm leaving to go off to the war or even coming home."

She sighed softly. "That's too close to your movie…it makes me think of that skank."

He nudged her. "You know…what was up with you quoting DX out there?"

"Don't change the subject!"

John smirked. "Oh no, I want to know what my 'innocent' fiancée knows about getting ready to suck it."

She gasped. "John! I don't know anything! Stop that."

He shrugged. "I'm just asking, I mean, you are the one saying their catchphrases."

"I say your's all the time!"

"Like what?" he asked, rolling his eyes.

"I always tell you if you want some, come get some," she said, laughing and playing with the flap on her skirt.

He grinned and arched a brow. "Is that an offer?"

"Oh I dunno…I'm not really in the mood now." She sighed playfully and laid back on the bed, giggling as he crawled over top of her. "John…I'm tired!"

"I don't care!" He pouted down at her, toying with the bottom of her top.

She faked a yawn and turned her head away from him. "Well you should!" She groaned softly and teased him, "Would you get off of me, you're gonna crush the baby!"

John quickly climbed off of her, his eyes widening. "You...I...we're pregnant?"

Lilian laughed shaking her head. "Nope, just wanted you off of me."

"You're an evil woman, Garcia, evil."

"Aw, are you going to pout now?"

He looked at her. "As a matter of fact, I am!" And with that, he shifted over to sit at the edge of the bed. Cradling his head in his hands, he started make exaggerated sobbing noises.

Lilian sat up, watching him. She tried not to laugh as she crawled over to him, draping her arms around his shoulders. "What can I ever do to make it up to you?"

He sniffed and turned to face her with a sad puppy dog look printed on his face. "Maybe," he sniffed again, "maybe you could buy me some ice cream?"

"You want some ice cream?" she asked in a nurturing voice.

"Yes, with sprinkles."

"And what kind would my baby like?"

"Lilian-flavored!" he muttered, snickering when she smacked his thigh.

"Sorry, but I don't come frozen and packaged!"

He sent her another pout. "But that's what I want!"

She rolled her eyes. "You are horrible. See if I ever feel bad for you again!"

"Is that code for I'm sleeping on the couch tonight?"

She looked down, her fingers toying with one of the pockets on his cargo pants. "I said I won't feel bad for you again, I didn't say I didn't want you in my bed tonight."

"Oh, it's your bed?"

"Yes," she said, nodding.

"We'll just have to see about that then now won't we?" In one quick motion, he had her pinned down on her back. John started trailing his fingers up and down her sides, tickling her.

"Stop! Stop!" she shouted in between giggles.

"Now Lilian, that's not the way to make me stop!"

She giggled and squirmed underneath him. "Stop it before I kill you?"

He snickered and leaned down, kissing her neck as his fingers continued to move along her sides. "Nope."

"John please! I'll do anything you want!"

"Anything?" He grinned and slid off of her.

"Nope, sucker!" She giggled and climbed off the bed running into the bathroom.

John tried to break the door open and then a new idea formed. He backed off, and flattened himself against the wall next to the door.

Inside the bathroom, Lilian raised an eyebrow when John stopped pounding on the door. She thought about it for a minute and then stepped forward, hesitatingly reaching for the handle. She unlocked it and cracked the door open.

On the outside, John quickly flung the door open, grabbed Lilian and carried her to the bed where he playfully slammed her down. "Thought you could get away from me, did ya!"

Lilian arched up against him, pulling his shirt off. "Yes, yes I did think I could. And I still can. You underestimate me, John."

She tilted her head, watching him as he walked over to her bag. "What are you doing?"

"Well you had the paddle…I figured you might have some handcuffs too."

"Sorry, I let Trish borrow those."

He smirked and shrugged. "Good thing I have my own pair!" He walked over to his bag and pulled them out before slowly going back to the bed. He crawled over her and took her hands.

"Why do you have those?"

"Sean gave them to me when I told him we were engaged...figured I might need them." He winked and cuffed her hands above her head. "Now what were you saying?"

She jerked her hands against the headboard. "John, this isn't funny! Let me out of these things."

"Sorry babe, no can do." He smiled and dangled the key in front of her. "If I remember correctly, when this position was reversed, you wouldn't let me out of the cuffs, so you're not going anywhere either."

"Ugh, fine, have your way with me," she said halfheartedly. She leaned her head back against the pillows, closing her eyes. "I just don't care anymore."

"Aw, Lil, that's not fun! You can't just…lay there!"

"Maybe if I wasn't chained up like some kind of dog, I wouldn't," she hinted. John sat down next to her and she dared to open one of her eyes, taking a peak at him. When he looked over, she shut her eye quickly.

He smirked inwardly, deciding to go along with her game. "Okay, I'll let you go."

Once he freed her hands from the cuffs, she pulled them from his grasp. "My my, what ever should I do?"

He grinned innocently up at her before stretching out on the bed. "Cuff yourself to me?"

She pouted cutely and shook her head. "That wouldn't be much fun...it'd be too hard to move." She moved to straddle his waist, still toying with the cuffs. "Hmmm..."

"How about this," he offered, taking the handcuffs and tossing them to the floor. "How about we stop talking about it and just go for it? I mean, it's not like we're limited to just one thing, are we?"

"I don't know, are we seriously talking about sex right now?" she asked, laughing slightly.

"Like I said, let's stop talking about it." He wiggled his eyebrows and pulled her down flat on top of him. "I think one of your pins in your skirt is poking me."

She giggled and arched her hips off of him. "Is that your way of saying you want it off?"

He grinned and moved his hands to the zipper. "Well...it would stop the jabbing pain."

"Well okay...I can get rid of what's poking you," she tried not to giggle. "What about what's poking me, hmm?"

John grinned. "I think you can be the one to take care of that too."

"Oh, I can?" she asked, as though she wasn't sure at all by what he meant.

"Mhm, I think you can." He rolled them both so that he was on top, his fingers coming to rest on one of the strands on her shirt. "Now, you're just going to have to help me get this…thing off. You have too many ties. I don't want to choke you."

Lilian laughed and helped him out. "I took off your shirt, why can't you take off mine, John?" she teased.

"What can I say? I like my own personal strip show from time to time."

"John!" Lilian gasped, slapping his shoulder slightly. "You are such a perv!"

John chuckled, moving his hands under her skirt so they rested on her hips. "What can I say? You're beautiful."

Lilian sighed playfully, shaking her head as she wiggled away from him. John moved slightly so she could move off the bed, lying on one elbow as he watched her slowly lift her shirt over her head, tossing the small piece of fabric to the side. She slipped her skirt down, kicking it to the side as she joined John back on the bed, pushing him down so she was back on top, straddling his hips with her thighs.

Leaning down, she kissed him gently on the lips, pausing only to ask, "Do you think you can handle it from here, Johnathon?"

John chuckled, whispering, "You know it, babe." He kissed her throat, reversing their positions one more time, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra.