I blame the fluffy-ness ending on Kristen. :-)

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John whistled upon seeing Lilian walk backstage. She turned to face him, laughing. When they got past gorilla, she stopped him along a wall. "May I help you, sir?"

"You're damn straight you can help me! You can help me take that skirt off, but that top? It stays."

Lilian shook her head. "You're terrible. However, I am loving you in those camo pants. And you know what else I noticed?" She slipped her arms around his waist.

"What's that?" He smirked and drew her closer to him.

"I noticed that you have some of the nicest looking calves to enter a WWE ring since The Rock."

"…my legs?" he asked, unsure and confused. "Lil…that's weird."

The blonde giggled softly, nudging him with her hip. "Well, you check out my legs, what's the difference?"

"There's plenty of differences!" He lifted her up by her hips, guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist. "You happen to have amazing legs." To emphasize his point, he ran his fingertips along the body parts in question.

The small diva shivered, impulsively tightening her legs around his waist. "But see, from my point of view? You have amazing legs..." She tilted her head, a playful smirk gracing her lips. "Okay, so your whole body is amazing, but that's not the point."

He grinned and squeezed her as he started towards their locker room. "We can explore each other's amazing bodies when we're down at the beach house. Right now, I just want to get you out of here."

The next morning, the couple began the trip to John's beach house in Florida. Lilian picked up the new WWE magazine before leaving. Once in the car, she rolled the magazine up and smacked him in the back of the head.

"What was that for?" he asked loudly, rubbing the back of his head.

Lilian shoved the cover in his face. "That is not me! You know how I know that isn't me? My boobs are not that big! They have never been that big and they will never be that big. And those boots are hideous! I would never wear those."

John stared at her, astonished. "Lil, it's some model!"

She rolled her eyes and flipped the magazine open, searching for his article. After reading his article for a few minutes, she rolled the magazine back up, once again hitting him with it.

"Now what was that for?"

"This article! That's what." She flipped back to the page she was reading before narrowing her eyes at him. "Just how much did you enjoy those scenes, John?"

He arched a brow, glancing over at her as he drove. "What scenes?"

"You know damn well which ones I'm talking about! The ones when you shoved your tongue down that skank's throat."

John rolled his eyes, not tearing his attention from the road. "We're not getting into this again. Just drop it."

"Why John, because you know I'm right?"

"No, because it's ridiculous!"

She scoffed and then read from the magazine, "She is something special. Either she's a really good actress or she was really feeling me. She is an unbelievable kisser." She closed the magazine and looked at him.

He stared back. "What?"

"You could've at least told me you said that in the interview! An unbelievable kisser?"

John shook his head, leaning it on his arm that was resting on the window. "Lilian, it was an interview. I didn't mean that stuff. You know I have to stay in character for this. I can't go around and be like, 'Well, she was alright, but nothing compared to my beautiful fiancée.' I can't do that."

"I never said you had to go that far, but you could have chosen your words differently. Or like I said, told me beforehand."

John sighed. "Lil, there's going to be a lot of stuff to do with this movie that you probably won't like. Can you just get over it now? I don't feel like fighting about something stupid."

She looked over at him, shocked by his sudden attitude. "What happened to, 'If it bothers you Lily, it's not stupid.'?"

"I said that before I knew you were going to act like this."

She started to say something, but he cut her off by turning the radio up more. She sighed softly, turning her head to idly look out the window.

John noted that they crossed the Florida state border, smiling inside. He looked at Lilian and decided since she was already pissed, that he should just go ahead and bring up the other thing that had been bothering him. Leaning forward, he turned the radio down. "What about at the VMA's, huh?"

She turned, looking at him. "Excuse me?"

"You didn't wear your ring to that," he said, keeping his eyes on the road.

"No, I didn't," she stated.

"And why's that Lily? Because you can't break character either?" he said matter of factly.

"Callate, John!" she shouted.

"No, I won't shut up, that really bothered me that you didn't wear your ring to that public event."

"It's not that I didn't want to wear, but we were being interviewed John! Aren't you the one who really didn't want to make a big deal of it? I didn't want all the attention to be drawn on me and my engagement."

"Well excuse me for thinking you might be proud to wear the ring I bought you." He sighed, shaking his head. "I should have known better."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Take it however you want it, I really don't care anymore."

The rest of the trip was made in silence. After what seemed like forever, he pulled up to his house and turned the car off. Lilian climbed out, slamming the door closed behind her and went to grab her bags. John climbed out as well, muttering softly to himself as he simply headed into the house. By the time she got in there, the house was empty. The back door was open, telling her that he was down on the beach.

Lilian sat on the plush couch in the living room, thinking. She rubbed her temples and stood up with a sigh. Walking outside, she saw John sitting a few yards away from the house where the ocean was washing up, nearly touching his feet. He was just staring out at the water, watching the boats and yachts.

She stood at the door for a moment before actually walking down to him. She sat next to him, both silent for a few minutes.

"John, I'm really sorry for how I acted in the car. I know that you have to be this hot, bachelor guy for all of America. I was just shocked to see those words come out of your mouth about some girl that isn't me." She paused, waiting to see if he'd even look at her, which he didn't. "I'm sorry John, I know it was stupid and I apologize for not wearing the ring to the VMA's last week. I just thought if they found out, it'd make your career go downhill and the people would have even more of a reason to hate you." She waited again and then stood up. "I really am sorry," Lilian said softly.

He slowly turned his head, looking up at her. Reaching up, he gently pulled her down to sit between his legs. "Can I ask you something, Lily?"

"You can ask me anything." She turned slightly in his arms so that their eyes could lock.

"Do you trust me?"

Without hesitation, she replied, "With my love, my heart…with my life, John."

"Then when I tell you I would never do anything to hurt you, you'll believe me."

"Yes."

He nodded his head, finally sending her a soft grin. "That's what I want Lil, I want you to know you never have to worry about me hurting you. Yeah, Kelly was a good kisser, but she was no where near you. No one, and I mean no one, could ever compare with you."

She smiled slightly. "Aw, are you saying I'm a good kisser?"

His soft grin turned into a bright one. "Yes, I am." As if to prove his point, he pulled her in closer to kiss her.

John fell back in the sand, with her still on top of him. She broke the kiss, still smiling. "I'm so sorry I got mad at you."

"Don't worry about it. And you were right, those boots were tacky."

She laughed. "Yes, they were really gross!" She dipped her head back in to kiss him again. "So, are you ready to go back inside?"

He glanced up at the sky, where the sun was just starting to set, before his eyes found hers once more. "I'm pretty content out here for now, unless you want to go in?"

She snuggled down into his chest, resting her head under his chin. "I'm fine baby, we can stay out here as long as you want."

"I just want to watch the sunset with the woman I love in my arms."

She giggled softly, tilting her head up to kiss his neck. "I've turned you into a sap, babe."

He chuckled and squeezed her hips. "Shh if you don't say it out loud, I can ignore that fact."

After the sun had finally settled beneath the horizon, Lilian lifted her head off his chest. "Do you want to go to a club?"

He looked down at her. "You really want to?"

"Sure!" She quickly stood up, followed by him. "I think it'd be fun."

"You want to go to a club without your diva friends?" He feigned shock. "I am stunned, and honored, all at the same time!"

She smacked him playfully on the arm. "Yes, a club, with just you. I wonder how many guys will hit on me here! You should hide somewhere so I can laugh at all of them."

He took her hand in his. "I don't think so. I'd like to survive our break without any bloodshed. C'mon, let's go get changed. You have the top you wore last night in any other colors?"

She tilted her head to the side. "I think I have it in pink and black, will that work?"

He perked and grinned. "YES!"

The two headed inside to get ready and we're on their way to the club a little under an hour later. Once John parked, he helped Lilian out and wrapped his arm tightly around her, earning an elbow to the side from her. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

"You are such a bad liar, you want everyone to know I belong to you!"

He gasped. "Lilian, I'm hurt. Can't a guy just want to hold his fiancée?"

"Nope, don't think so."

John opened the door to the club for her after paying five dollars and showing their I.D.s.

"I swear, do I honestly look like I'm younger than 21?" Lilian asked, once they were seated at the bar and she ordered an apple Martini.

"No, I wouldn't think so," John answered, taking a seat next to her.

"Ugh, are you calling me old?"

"Me? Never!" He laughed and shifted to watch the people.

She pouted. "You are so mean to me!"

He laughed and leaned over kissing her cheek. "Sorry!"

She playfully made a face. "Don't do that, you'll scare away the possible guys!" She lifted her glass with her left hand, making sure he saw that she was wearing her ring.

He caught the ring, thanks to the lights reflecting off of the diamond. "You wore the ring."

It was more a statement then a question, but she still answered. "Of course I did, why wouldn't I?" Her eyes widened and she quickly slid off the stool. "Dance with me!"

"I don't dance, Lil."

She pouted, batting her lashes. "Please?"

John shook his head. "No can do."

"But John, I love this song!" Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake was booming through the speakers. "Please?" she asked again.

He still shook his head no. Lilian stood in front of him, biting her lower lip until she got an idea. She checked the people around her before sauntering up to John and whispering the lyrics in his ear.

"Dirty babe, you see these shackles? Baby, I'm your slave. I'll let you whip me if I misbehave. It's just that no one makes me feel this way."

He tried to keep it cool. "It isn't working, Lil."

She frowned, thinking of another idea to get him on the floor. She took his hands, placing them on her hips as she began to seductively move her hips back and fourth. Again, he kept his cool. "Fine, if you won't dance with me, someone else will!" She sent him a pout before sauntering off on the dance floor. It took John less than thirty seconds to go rushing after her. He pulled her into his arms, trying to figure out how exactly one would dance to this music.

Lilian smirked inwardly. "What changed your mind?"

He scowled and sent the other men who happened to be close by a dirty look. "They looked at you."

"John, we're in a club, people are bound to look." She stepped closer to him, allowing the music to guide her movements.

Even though he thought the entire thing was lame, John slowly began to move against Lilian to the beat of the music. His hands rested on her hips while hers were wrapped around his neck. She continued to sing along with the lyrics, driving John crazy.

The song ended and the pair had a few more drinks before heading back home. Lilian headed up stairs to take a shower while John stayed in the kitchen to get some food. He looked through their collective CD collection and picked out the Black Eyed Peas' Elephunk. He turned to the track "Latin Girls."

Lilian walked down the stairs dressed in a pair of short shorts and a red tank top. She raised an eyebrow as the music hit her ears. She had to fight back a laugh as John did the moonwalk in front of her. He spun around to face her and started mouthing along with the lyrics.

"I like Latin, them Latin women and they love me 'cause I'm that man with coconuts and chocolate skin. I'm that mocha masculine. Feminines that are Latin, call your friends and call your cousins 'cause I know you got dozens of them; Marias, Elizabeths, Sonyas and Blancas. When I see ya, you can get boned if ya want to. Yo quiero and I'm sincero. If you never had an ichi let me be your primero. We can hit the channel, we can dance the bolero, have a shopping spree and you can spend my dinero."

Lilian fought the urge to break out in a fit of giggles when he slowly started walking towards her. He pulled her into his arms, starting to tango with her while he continued to mouth the lyrics to her. Once the song came to an end, she fell back on the couch giggling helplessly.

He sent her a pout and sat down behind her. "Are you laughing at me?"

She took a few minutes to catch her breath before answering him. "Uh...of course not baby."

"Because you know if I wanted to, I could easily do that song better than them."

"I know, and you could also teach the tango to a class. I, for some reason, think we've gone through this before." She laughed and patted his cheek playfully.

John sniffed and brushed off her comments. "So now what?"

Lilian shrugged up against him. "I don't know, what do you want to do?" He started moving his hand, but she stopped him. "Other than that."

"Aw, but Lil…"

She smiled and shook her head. "Sorry, but not yet."

"How about," he said, standing up, "we … DANCE?"

She looked up at him. "Maybe you need to get some sleep."

"No, no, it'll be fun!"

"John, there isn't even any music playing."

"So? Just come." He offered his hands out to her which she hesitantly took.

"What's up with you tonight?"

"Nothing, why?" He intertwined their fingers as he led her out onto the deck. His arms went around her waist, pulling her close to his chest. Her arms wound themselves around his neck and she smiled, looking up at the stars.

"It's so beautiful."

"Simply breath-taking." He agreed, though his eyes were solely on her.

She ducked her head, blushing lightly. "I meant the stars."

"And I meant you." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips, as they slowly started to move to music only they could hear.