After the show concluded, Lilian headed back to the divas' locker room to get changed. John, a bunch of the others and her were all headed out to the Vista, a tradition that started the last time RAW was in Columbia. She changed into a pair of black pants and a simple white top before gathering all her stuff together and going to find John.

"Looking for someone, Blondie?"

"Yeah, a tall, hot and talented wrestler. Know where I might find him?"

"Nope sorry, I think you're stuck with me."

The small blonde pouted playfully. "Okay, I suppose I can deal with that. So, are the others ready to go?"

"Yup, we're just waiting on Maria and then we can get going."

Lilian rolled her eyes. "Of course we're waiting on her." She laughed softly and stepped closer to her fiancée. "It's always Maria."

John's eyes scanned her outfit and he groaned slightly. "Do we have to go back to your parents' house tonight? I mean…we've been there since last Tuesday. Almost a week, Lil! Do you know what that's doing to me?"

She pushed out her lower lip into an exaggerated pout. "Oh, you poor little thing!"

"Yes, poor little me!" He sniffled loudly and put his head down in mock defeat.

Lilian giggled. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm ready to get back to being alone too."

He perked slightly. "Does this mean we can leave?"

"No it doesn't. But..." She reached into her purse, pulling out a room key. "This does."

He grinned and leaned forward, giving her a quick kiss. "Have I mentioned how much I love the way you think?"

She cocked her head to the side as if thinking it over. "Not lately."

"Well then let me tell you..."

"WE'RE READY!"

Lilian laughed softly, resting her head against John's chest, she whispered softly. "You can tell me later, baby."

He smirked and whispered back, "I think I'd rather show you."

Later, when everyone was enjoying the Vista and all it had to offer, Lilian sauntered up to John with a Martini in hand.

"Guess what?" she asked, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"What?" he returned, mocking her slightly.

"I think most of them are about ready to leave." She wiggled her eyebrows and took a sip of her drink.

He decided to play along with her. "Why exactly should I show any interest in what everyone else is doing?"

She frowned. "Well, I thought when they left…we could leave as well. But," she started, looking away, "If you want to stay here longer, that's fine by me. I'll just go back to my parents' house."

He sent her a pout and reached out wrapping an arm around her waist. "See now what I really meant to say was that I'm ready to go too."

She sighed playfully. "No, no, it's fine. I'll just catch a ride back with Maria and see you tomorrow or something."

John groaned. "Lilian."

"What? I'm just giving you the chance to have some fun." She ducked her head, trying her best not to laugh.

"You're a horrible liar, you know that?"

"Now John, I thought you said I lie pretty good. I mean is that not what you said the other night?"

His jaw dropped. "I didn't mean it that way though!"

She winked and pulled the room key card from her back pocket. "I believe the Hilton is waiting."

John sighed. "Thank God," he murmured. "I love it when you're just playing," he said louder when she turned to face him.

They paid their tab and headed over to the hotel. John was surprised to see that Lilian had booked the suite the hotel had that overlooked the entire city when on the balcony.

"Damn, Lil, how much did you pay for this?"

"I didn't," she answered. Lilian grinned and walked over to the bed.

He looked at her, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that my dad has connections." She laughed softly and then said, "That, and this room wasn't booked for tonight so…" She shrugged, but still smiled. "Just enjoy it, John. You have a really busy week coming up."

He nodded his head. "Is this one of those don't ask don't tell situations?"

She laughed and settled down on the bed. "You make it sound like we're doing something illegal!"

"Well, isn't it?" he asked while he joined her on the bed.

"My goodness John, you're so innocent at times. Isn't that my role?"

"I'd answer that, but it might get me smacked!"

"Damn right!"

He laughed and rested his hand on her thigh. "So, I was watching your expression in the back tonight. Why was Paul talking about your old college mascot so hilarious?"

Lilian started laughing hard, from the look on his face and the content of his question. "I about died. That was so funny, John. I was just waiting for Paul to turn to me and say something." She fell backwards on the bed, still laughing. "Ah, tonight was good!"

John pouted. "How come I'd get slapped if I ever made a cock joke, especially one about your mascot, but since it's DX – you find it funny."

Reaching over her head, she grabbed a pillow and threw it at his head.

"What was that for?"

She giggled and looked over at him. "You are such a dork at times!"

He pouted, placing his hand on his heart. "That hurt, Lil. It really did."

She groaned and grabbed another pillow, aiming for his head once more. "Oh Lord."

He smirked and reached over, grabbing the pillow from her hands. "Now what are you going to do?"

She glanced back, a pout playing on her lips when she realized he had the only other pillow. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh wouldn't I?" He arched a brow, moving closer to the small blonde.

"Nope!" She quickly jumped off the bed, doing her best to put some distance between them.

He caught her by the wrist, swinging her back into him. "You dare try to escape the great and powerful John?" He let out a deep, guttural laugh.

Lilian stared at him. "Are you the Wizard of Oz now?"

He shook his head. "Actually, I'm above him. I am above all. I am King!"

A long pause followed. "You are retarded." Shaking her head, she pulled away from him and headed for her bag.

He sat back down, watching her. "If you're the Queen of Hearts, then what am I?"

She shrugged, pulling out a plastic bag from her suitcase. She turned and headed for the bathroom. "Speaking of that, what are we going to be for Halloween this year? Trish is throwing that party at her new house."

John tried to peer through the plastic, much to distracted to think about Halloween. "Uh, whatever you want."

She arched a brow noticing what he was looking at. "You're no help, you know that? Well, what do you plan on being?"

He smirked over at her. "God's gift to women."

"Aww, you're going to be Joey Styles? That's so cute John."

John scowled at her. "That...that's not even funny."

"It wasn't meant to be." She winked, heading into the bathroom with her bag.

He stood up. "Whatchya doin' in there?" he asked, rocking back on his heels.

"Nothing," she called out.

John heard the bag rustling and a loud clatter on the tiled floor. "It doesn't sound like nothing."

"Stop being nosy!"

"But I want to know," he whined.

The door opened and she stepped out with a red satin robe on. "You are such a baby!"

He looked at her from all angles, eyes squinted. "I don't get it."

Lilian rolled her eyes. "Let's just say, last week when you were trying to joke around about the lingerie thing I took it seriously."

He perked. "You mean you went lingerie shopping?"

"Aw, aren't you a quick one." She smirked, slowly taking a step closer to him.

"Well...do I at least get to see it?"

"Maybe. If you're good at least."

He bit his lip, stopping the quick comeback he knew she was expecting. "Yes ma'am."

"What, no: 'Baby I'm always good.'?"

"You said I had to be good. I'm trying."

"I'm impressed," she commented. Sighing softly, she sat back down on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs and reaching for the remote.

John grabbed it before she could reach and handed it to her. "Here you go!"

She grinned and turned the TV on. "I'm kind of thirsty…"

"What would you like?" he asked quickly.

Lilian stifled a giggle and thought about it. "I think a Cherry Coke sounds great."

"Okay, be right back!" He left the room in a flash, not bothering to grab one of the room keys.

"I could definitely get used to this!"

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"Can I help you?"

John did his best to disguise his voice. "Room service."

She giggled softly, walking over to the door. "I didn't order anything though..."

"It's on the house!"

She pulled the door open slightly, laughing as she looked him over. Not only did he have the soda for her, he had gotten a few of her favorite snacks from the vending machine. He sent her an innocent grin. "Can I come in?"

Lilian toyed with the belt on her robe, moving aside so he could enter. "I don't see why not."

He practically skipped into the room, putting everything he had bought on the coffee table in front of the couch. "This is exactly how I pictured it. You, looking sexy as hell, me in my street clothes and a Cherry Coke, cold, but not on ice."

She laughed and turned the TV off before heading over to the couch. She unscrewed the cap and took a drink. "Perfect," she said finally.

He smiled. "Yes, now, why don't you take that robe off?"

She put her drink back down, looking at him. "Why should I?"

His jaw dropped and his face appeared as though he was going to cry. "But…but Lil! You said if I was good."

"I said you had to be good. I never said I was going to."

"That's not fair! Lily, come on! Please?!"

She laughed and leaned her head back as if thinking it over. "What should I do...what should I do?"

He coughed. "Takeitoff!"

She glanced over at him. "Sorry, what was that?"

"I said I have a bad cough?"

She got up on her knees and looked him over. "Maybe you should go straight to bed then. I don't need you getting sick. Especially not now."

John groaned, throwing his hands up in the air.

Lilian stood up and walked over to the bed, taking him with her. "Don't act like that, John. Your health is the most important thing."

He smirked as she pushed him down on the bed. "I agree, I really do. Lilian, I think the best medication for me right now, is you. You could cure everything."

She cocked her head to the side. "I could?" She lowered herself down slowly to his lap.

His hands reached down, pulling her down faster. "Yes, you most definitely could. Maybe when you aren't so busy with me, you could cure cancer, or the cold."

She shrugged mischievously, dipping her head down to kiss his neck. "Nah, I'd much rather take care of you."

While her hands were busy playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, his hands were working on the knot on her robe. When he finally got it untied, she pulled back, looking at him. He brought his hands up to her neck, sweeping down inside the robe and pushing it up to her shoulders so he could see what was underneath. The barely there fabric that was clinging to her body perfectly took his breath away. Leaning forward, he kissed across her now bared chest and neck before he finally pushed the satin to the floor.

"This is nice," he said, almost gasping for air.

"Thank you, I picked it out myself," she admitted proudly.

"Too bad it isn't going to last much longer."