John groaned softly as the trainer looked him over, knowing any second now Lilian would come running through the door. As if on cue, the door flew open and in ran a breathless ring announcer.

"Did you run all the way back here?"

"No," she answered stubbornly before ducking her head. "Maybe..."

"Lil, you could have gotten hurt."

She lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't go making me feel bad when you're the one that's hurt."

Lilian moved to his side once the trainer excused himself, and she began to look him over for herself. "Where does it hurt?"

"I'm fine, Lily. I promise."

"Liar," she said softly. "I would kiss you, but…no. Not until you brush your teeth." She smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

He smiled in return, just to calm her down. "That was nasty," he commented. "Hey, are you okay?"

She shook her head in confusion. "What? Why wouldn't I be?"

"You look scared and pissed off all at the same time when I got in the ring."

"Yeah, I thought you were going to plow me over. Then Marc wouldn't give me my cue to announce, so I just left."

He nodded his head and draped an arm around her shoulders. "Brought back memories to the Charlie incident?"

"No...yes. I mean, I know you would never hurt me, but I didn't think he would either." She shook her head and looked over at him. "That wasn't what was bothering me though."

He tilted his head, frowning in confusion. "Then what did?"

She sighed dramatically. "The fact that Mike got to tie you up and I didn't!"

John stared at her and was about to reply when the trainer came back in. "You'll be fine. We'll tape your arm up for tomorrow's show just for added effect, but it wouldn't really be necessary. Just ice it up tonight," the trainer explained.

John nodded. "Alright, thanks." He took Lilian's hand and the two left to get their things and head to the hotel.

On their way out, Lilian saw Mike Chioda talking to one of the stage hands. Figuring she had a few more minutes before John was done packing, she headed over with her suitcase in tow. "Hey Mike!"

"Hey Lilian."

She stood across from him, smiling slyly. "I was wondering…"

The referee chuckled and shook his head. "Here," he said, pulling a rope out from the front pocket of his bag.

She arched a brow looking over at him. "How did you know?"

Mike chuckled. "Oh the death glare you sent me kind of gave it away. Just be gentle, he is hurt."

Lilian ducked her head, her cheeks turning bright red. "You're horrible, Mike! Oh and I must ask, how'd you become so good at tying people up?"

Now it was Mike's turn to blush. "I uh, I reserve the right to not answer that."

"Oh come on, I won't tell anyone!"

He shook his head.

"Ah, it's your new girlfriend, isn't it?"

"I plea the fifth."

Lilian rolled her eyes and noticed John coming towards them. She quickly put the rope in her bag. "Fine, but just remember that I still know her name starts with a K. I will find out!" She turned to meet up with John, but stopped and said, "Thanks again for the rope." She winked and headed off.

At the hotel, John took a quick shower, making sure to get his mouth extra clean. He dried off and got dressed; then it was Lilian's turn. While she was in the shower, he pulled out the PWI Top 500 magazine that Randy had lent him.

She finally came out of the bathroom, dressed for bed. Raising an eyebrow, she went to sit by him. "What are you reading?"

"Oh nothing," he said casually. "I did think of a question for you though."

"Okay, what's that?"

"Weren't you making this exact same face last night with me?" He held the magazine open to a picture from the RAW in Philadelphia where Charlie forced her to rub on his chest.

"Why yes, but I wasn't faking it there," she replied while pointing to the picture in question. John's mouth hung open as he stared at her, causing the blonde to dissolve into a fit of giggles. "Are you imitating me now?"

"You're just horrible!"

She walked over and leaned down going through her bag. "That isn't what you said last night."

"I…" He trailed off when she pulled the rope out of her bag. "And how did you end up with that."

She smiled innocently as she made her way back to his side. "I'm a female, we have connections."

"You're absolutely insane."

"Me?" She sat up on her knees. "Well, what I was thinking was that you could be the one to use the rope since you've already been tied up. But I guess if I'm insane…"

"Insane? Is that what I said?" He shook his head and reached for the rope. "What I meant was that you're insanely gorgeous and generous."

Lilian turned her head to the side, grinning. When her eyes re-found his, she had a sad look on her face. "I guess, but you really are hurt. This can't be good for you. I'd much rather you get some sleep tonight since you have another show and another match tomorrow."

"You know what would make me feel better?"

"What's that?"

"If you would stop worrying. I really am fine."

A pout spread across her lips. "You didn't look so fine out there, you looked so broken."

"Lilian, look at me." He waited until she did before continuing. "There's nothing wrong with me. Let's just forget about it, please."

She slowly nodded her head. "Okay, I guess." She passed the rope over to him before moving higher on the bed.

"You really want to do this?" he asked, sliding his fingers along the rope.

"It's up to you babe," she answered, smiling.

"Well, I don't know. I like your hands, and you use them well, so I'm not sure…"

She giggled softly and gently took the rope back. "Then we don't have to use it. I can't believe Mike got to tie you up though!"

"That's because if you did it, the show would've been rated X."

"Well, Adam and Amy were in the ring! They've had a live sex thing before, what's the difference?"

He cocked an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Yes, I want to know what would make it so different."

"Well for starters, we're a lot hotter. Not to mention you're better than that."

She smiled and nudged him. "I love how you only said I'm too good for that."

"What, I'm being honest here!" He chuckled and stretched out, laying his head on her thigh. "If I ever get tied up again, I'll let you do it though."

She worked her fingers through his short hair and laughed. "You're only saying that because you want to see your fan girls chasing me! I can hear it now 'He's my man. I'm like so going to have his babies, Oh my God!'" She rolled her eyes and looked down at him as he snickered.

"Personally, I'd be hoping to see you beat them up."

She smiled and then slapped his head. "I almost forgot!"

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Don't think I wasn't paying attention when your video for your movie played. Kelly has a death wish. She better never say you're a great kisser again."

"Down killer! Man, you are going to kill me when you see the finished product."

She looked down at him, smiling angelically. "Oh, you bet your ass I am."

"What if I made it up to you? I remember my lines. And don't you remember how on your days off you'd come down with me while I was filming and you helped me practice?"

"But of course I do, had they let me take her place, the movie would have been even better."

"You're judging my movie before you even see it? I'm hurt."

She laughed and nudged him. "Oh shut up you, I didn't mean it like that. But, is she going to sit with you at the premier?"

"Sadly, she has to. But you'll be on the other side of me baby."

She scowled and looked over at him. "She better just stay quiet so I can behave."

He rubbed her back hoping to calm her down. "Let's think about something else, please?"

"Okay," she lay down next to him, "let's think about sleep. Because I am tired."

"Sleep sounds good, we do have to be up tomorrow to drive to Tulsa."

She grunted and pulled herself closer to him. "I want to go home!"

"I know, and we still have Trish's wedding Saturday."

She nodded and pressed a kiss to his chest. "Goodnight, baby."

"Trish, the ceremony was simply beautiful," Lilian gushed wrapping her arms around her friend in a gentle hug. "I was so honored to be a part of it."

Trish smiled, wiping a few tears from her eyes. "Thank you, Lily...for everything. I don't think I could have gotten through these past few days without you."

"That's what best friends are for. Besides, you'll be returning the favor soon enough."

"A day I for one can not wait for." Spotting Ron coming over she gave her friend one final hug. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go finish greeting people."

Lilian nodded as she made her way back to the table. "Hey you, care to join me on the dance floor?"

John nodded, sending her a smile as he stood. "It'd be my honor."

Once his arms came around her, she frowned. "Wait, you're not too sore for this, are you?"

He looked at her. "You are so unbelievable sometimes." He grinned and dropped a kiss on her forehead. "Baby, I am fine. I was sore for one day, Monday night. It's Saturday. I promise, I'm perfect right now."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him as well. "Okay, I believe you."

"Why have you been crying?" he asked while they swayed to the music.

"I don't know, I always cry at weddings. I am such a loser," she murmured into his shoulder.

"You are not. Does this mean you'll be crying out ours?"

"Without a doubt. I better buy some waterproof mascara."

"I don't know, Lil. Why don't you stay away from eye makeup all together that day?"

"I won't be that bad! At least I hope not. I couldn't help it, Trish started it!"

"Likely story." He chuckled as he moved his body with hers. "Though I believe you cried first."

"So in other words you were watching me the whole ceremony?"

He sent her a grin and ducked his head. "Of course not."

"Mhm," she said, breathing deeply. "You smell so good."

"Well, thanks? I think. I mean, I did shower this morning, just like I do every morning."

The song ended and the two returned to their seats. "I'm thinking your dress should be brown," John commented.

"Really? You don't want the traditional white?"

"That sounds fine, but I like the brown. Only, I'm not going to suggest you wear some sort of brown on your dress because it'll look like you're copying Trish."

Lilian smiled and took a sip of her champagne. "We'll just have to see. I don't think we should be talking about this at her wedding though." She laughed lightly and played with her hands on top of the table, noticing the way the lights sparkled off the engagement ring.

John grinned and covered her hand with his. "Love you, Lil."

"I love you too." She smiled looking up as Trish called all the ladies onto the dance floor.

"Come on Garcia; get your butt out here. And don't go saying it's too late!" Trish called out, gaining laughter from her guests.

The small blonde simply shook her head as she joined the others. Not surprised at all when the bouquet landed in her hands.

A few minutes later a chair was positioned in the middle of the floor and Trish sat down, giggling softly as Ron slipped her garter down. She leaned forward whispering something in his ear before he tossed it out into the group of guys. Not surprisingly, John was the one to catch it. He wiggled his brows looking over at Lilian. "Come on Blondie."

Lilian turned a deep shade of red and went to sit on the same chair Trish was just on. She placed her leg out and John slid her dress up. Spreading the garter with his fingers, he slid it up her leg to her thigh.

She looked over to Trish. "You're so dead," she said in a cheerful tone.

"Love you too!" Trish ran over to hug her friend and the guests clapped.

"So Trish, when are you going to make me a Godmother?"

Trish looked at Lilian. "Wouldn't you like to know."

"Why yes! Yes I would."

"Who said you'd be the Godmother anyways?"

Lilian feigned hurt. "That hurts Trish, really, it does."

"Aw I'm just kidding, Lily. Besides, since I figured John would be slipping that garter up with his teeth, you being Godmother is your prize for keeping the wedding PG-13."

Lilian blushed and nudged her friend. "We wouldn't do that in public, let alone your wedding!"

"You two not do something in public? Need I remind you about-?"

"Trish...uh isn't it about time you guys cut the cake?"

"So ends the torture, for tonight at least." Trish winked and walked over to join her husband.

The party ended shortly there after. John and Lilian headed over to their hotel room for the night.

"So what did you think?" Lilian asked after she changed for bed.

"What do you mean? I've been to weddings before," he said, laughing.

She climbed on the bed, staying on her knees and inched her way over to him at the foot of the bed. "Yeah, but this is only the second one you've been to with me, and this time, we're engaged." She smiled happily and reached down, pulling his shirt off.

John smirked and easily lifted her up, sitting down with her in his lap. "That's true. But I'll give you one guess of what I'm most looking forward to."

She rolled her eyes. "The Honeymoon."

He gasped. "Lil, I'm hurt! I was going to say our vows."

Lilian kissed him softly. "Sure you were."

"Now that you mention it though," he started, toying with the strap on her tank top, "I wouldn't mind preparing for the honeymoon."

She smiled again and turned so that she was lying down. Grabbing his arm, she pulled him down with her. "And for once, I agree with you."