Here be The Marine chapter! The movie isn't really that bad. The first couple of minutes are ...myeh. They're really random. But yeah... :-p Enjoy!

"Ow!" John yelped as Lilian smacked the back of his head for about the fifth time. This time it was because his co-star had noted that John Triton had a "nice butt."

He had rented out a local theater in Boston so they could watch his movie, The Marine, alone. During the first ten minutes, Lilian had decked him several times.

"'What?'" she mocked. "Pfft, whatever." She turned away, focusing back on the screen as John Triton headed into the convenient store.

John watched her expression as she watched the movie. He smiled to himself whenever she'd flinch, or gasp, or giggle at one of the sarcastic comments that were being made by the bad guys.

"Well, what did you think?"

"I like that Kelly girl even less now." She scowled, folding her arms across her chest.

"And?"

"And, why on Earth did you do your own stunts!"

"Lily..."

She laughed and leaned over, giving him a quick kiss. "I think you did a wonderful job. I'm proud of you baby."

The lights appeared in the empty theater, save for them. "You ready to go?"

She smiled, humming along with "If It All Ended Tomorrow" as it played while the credits rolled. "Sure." They stood up, throwing away their drinks and the bag of popcorn. "How'd you get them to play one of your songs at the end?"

He chuckled and held the door open for her. "It was actually Vince's idea."

She rolled her eyes playfully and walked to their car. John drove back to their new house that they had just finished furnishing and decorating. Lilian walked into the kitchen, putting her purse on the counter and getting a glass of water. "I still can't believe you nearly cried over her!"

"Lilian," he groaned, dropping the keys on the counter. "I was just acting. You know I would cry if that was you."

"Would you really?" She leaned against the counter, taking a sip of her water.

"Of course I would. You know that Lil." He walked over, stopping when he was standing against her.

Lilian reached back putting the glass down. "Hey John."

"Yeah?"

"You know that scene in the kitchen? Think we could…reenact it?"

John arched a brow, though his hands instinctively went to her hips. "I think that could be arranged."

She grinned, biting her lower lip. Her hands slid down to the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. "Now let's see, I think I have too much clothing on."

He smirked and nodded. "I completely agree."

"Of course you do, John." Her hands pulled away from his belt and to the edge of the counter where she pushed herself so that she was sitting on top. She sighed and looked around the kitchen. "This is it. This is the last room in the house we have yet to christen."

He looked down as if he were taking in the moment completely. "Shall we pray?"

She took a deep breath and her lips started to curve like she was about to say something. "Ya-No. See, I don't really think God has anything to do with this situation right now. However, I do think your hands and my shirt, which is still on me, does have something to do with this."

Catching on to what she was saying, he nodded his head. "That's where I come in, right?" He winked, showing her he was only joking before his hands went back to the hem of her shirt. Within seconds the thin garment joined the other clothing on the floor. "Have I mentioned lately how beautiful you are?"

Lilian ducked her head. "That wasn't in the script you know."

He chuckled softly. "Yes I know, but thanks Blondie."

"Anytime handsome."

"Sorry, but in the movie, you're not supposed to be wearing jeans."

Lilian frowned. "You're so right. What ever should we do about that?"

Even though his hands were a lot larger, he still managed to undo the small belt wound through her jeans. "I just don't know, Lil, I do not know."

"Hmm." She pushed herself off the counter a little after he had her jeans unbuttoned. "I'm not really sure either."

He slid her jeans off as she wiggled her hips a little to help him. "Such a shame."

Her eyes ran along his body, tilting her head to the side. "You know, you're not supposed to be wearing jeans either." As she spoke, her fingers moved along his well defined chest to the button on his pants.

"We should probably do something about that, yeah?"

"I would think so." She glanced up at him as she worked the zipper down, and with his help pushed the jeans down as well. "Now, that is much better."

"Not quite." He replied, stepping out of his jeans. Once that was taken care of, he moved to stand between her legs, his arms going around her waist. Lilian needed no further encouragement; her arms went quickly around his neck.

"You're right, now it's perfect." Smiling, she pulled him in for a kiss. He returned it until she broke it. "Wait, in the movie, you didn't actually stay in the kitchen."

Keeping his arms around her waist, he pulled away, a little disappointed. "That's true, but we have the ability to rewrite the script. And then we can pick up where the movie left off."

"You mean you'll carry me off to the bedroom?"

"But of course. Now, where were we?" John leaned back in, continuing with the kiss.

She pulled back once the need for oxygen became too much for them. "John, you know, all I want is for you to be happy." She stuck her lower lip out in a pout, sending him the saddest look she could manage.

John almost lost it, but he did his best to remain serious as he lifted her up into his arms.

"Where are we going?"

He sent her a devilish smirk, carrying her off to their bedroom. "To make me happy!"

A few hours later, Lilian laid peacefully in John's arms, her head on his chest as she drifted off to sleep.

For his part, John had spent the last few minutes just watching her sleep. He reached forward, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes before letting his eyes fall upon her left hand. Most specifically, the diamond ring on her finger. He lifted her hand up, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

God John, you really are marrying her, he thought to himself as a wide grin spread across his face. Before he could stop himself, he climbed out of bed with her, lifting the little blonde up in his arms and spun her around.

The little diva screamed softly as she opened her eyes. "John...are you feeling okay?"

"Never better," he said happily.

"Good, now how about you let me go back to sleep? I was having the most wonderful dream. Dwayne and Joey were fighting over me."

His eyes narrowed and he put her back down on the bed. "I don't approve of that."

She shrugged and pulled the comforter up around her. "Too bad, so sad. I'm going back to bed now." Sticking her tongue out, she turned her back to him, resting her head on the pillow.

He jumped on the bed like a four year old, grabbing her by the shoulders and rolling her on her back. "No," he whined. "I want to play."

"Let's add this to reason number two thousand and forty-seven as to why we aren't having children right now." She smiled and pulled him down on the bed. "Go to sleep, or I will get the Ritalin out."

He sent her another pitiful pout. "But Mommy, I'm not sleepy!"

She groaned softly. "Ugh that's it; I'm sending you to live with your father."

His eyes widened and he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. "Noooo, I wanna stay here! Pwease?" He whined, sounding more like a toddler than a current wrestling champion.

"Goodnight Johnathon."

John snickered softly and lay back against his pillow. "Night meanie...uh, Lilian."

Hours later, when the sun was beginning to peak out from the horizon, John began tossing and turning. In his dreams, it wasn't Kate, or even Kelly Carlson, that he was saving from the robbers, it was Lilian. His mind showed him Lilian being pulled away, yelling for him to help her. But for some reason he couldn't move. He was glued to the spot.

John bolted upright in bed, breathing heavily. He turned his head to see Lilian's spot empty. With his heart racing, he shoved the covers off him and ran through the house, calling her name. When he didn't get any answer, he headed up the stairs, still yelling for her. Panicking, he headed back down the stairs and stormed through the front door.

Lilian nearly fell off the swing and dropped her tea. "John! What are you doing?"

Instead of answering, he walked to the swing, sitting down next to her and pulling the small blonde into his arms. "Well that sucked," he said, somewhat out of breath.

She laughed softly. "What sucked?"

"I uh, I had a dream about the movie. But instead of Kate being taken, it was you."

Lilian arched a brow. "So, it sucked that I wasn't taken, or having that dream sucked?"

"Very funny, Garcia. You knew what I meant. It was just weird, I couldn't move and I was just stuck there watching you be taken from me and there was nothing I could do. I felt so helpless."

She reached up, taking his face in her small hands. "Hey, I'm here and I'm safe. Don't think about it, okay?"

John nodded his head, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to her lips. "So, what did you make me for breakfast?"

She laughed and pushed playfully at his shoulder. "Now there's the man I know and love. Come on, I'll even let you decide." She slid out of his lap, leaning down to pick up the pieces of her broken mug. "After you make me another cup of tea of course," she added, standing back up and leading him inside.