AN: I forgot to give credit in the last chapter. The song was by Evanescence. This chapter's songs are courtesy of John Mayer (cheesy but cute) and Lifehouse. This chapter is the one directly leading to the original post. Any chapters after this will be the timeline after chapter one. With me so far?!
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Ronnie woke to the sounds of laughter and the smell of breakfast. She hated mornings despite being on a morning show. The weekends were her time to sleep in and recover. She also had another show to do and liked to not talk all day and from the sounds of it there was still a house filled with people. She did her morning routine and as she stepped out from the bathroom she found a gorgeous man back in her bed. (We've got the afternoon; you've got this room for two. One thing I've left to do, discover me discovering you.)
She stood in the doorway of her bathroom leaning against the frame and smiled at him. They were probably the only two who didn't have sex last night. They listened to music and watched the moon without speaking. Eventually they'd fallen asleep and she had woken in the middle of the night to find him wrapped around her and snoring softly. Sure they'd kissed…a lot. Things even got a little heated a few times, but one or the other would slow things back down to a respectable level. He had wanted to touch her and taste her, but if he wanted this to go anywhere beyond the right now, he'd have to wait. (One mile to every inch of your skin like porcelain. One pair of candy lips and your bubblegum tongue)
She wanted to physically see him. He had slept without his shirt and she almost swallowed her tongue. When they removed her 10 pillows and pulled back the covers, he stripped down to a pair of boxers and delicious skin. He was huge. His chest and shoulders were expansive and her mind wandered to a scenario that had him above her, below her, next to her, behind her, in front of her. It was all she could do to keep her mouth closed and her tongue from flopping out. Ronnie hoped he didn't see her stare at him, but she figured all women did it so he was probably used to it. (Cause if you want love, we'll make it. Swim in a deep sea of blankets. Take all your big plans and break 'em. This is bound to be awhile)
Still
shirtless, only wearing shorts and footie socks, John was lying on
his back with one arm behind his head and the other on his rock hard
torso. The skin was soft and he smelled heavenly, he was sex. He
defined orgasm. His very smile could send her spiraling and have her
throwing all dignity out the window. Did he know he was scrumptious?
Sure he'd more than likely heard it everyday from every woman he
encountered, but did he believe it? And here he was, lounging in her
bed, staring at her. What was stopping Ronnie from taking a flying
leap at him and landing on his lap? Oh yeah, that damned self
respect. (Your
body is a wonderland. Your body is a wonder, I'll use my hands.
Your body is a wonderland)
He smiled at her and patted the spot next to him. She gladly crawled back over and curled up next to him. She heard his sharp intake of air when she was crawling up to him. She realized she had on another tank top and her own boxer shorts, but the tank was low and he got a nice shot of cleavage. "Morning." He said as she assumed her position from the previous night. She was curled against his side with her head on his shoulder and her face buried in his neck. She took a deep breath filling her senses with all that she could. He kissed the top of her head and she just let her lips rest on his neck. Ronnie threw a leg over his and an arm across his chest. This was definitely one of the best ways to wake up. (Something about the way the hair falls in your face. I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillow case. You tell me where to go though I might leave to find it; I'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it)
"Morning." She let her eyes fall shut and kept the smile on her face. They both lay there for awhile before John spoke again.
"Breakfast?" He whispered into her hair. All she did was mumble and shake her head. She didn't want to get up but her tummy was growling rather loudly.
"So, guess what!" She mumbled again in response. "Ken and Dave changed their flights." That got her attention. "It seems Ken and your friend Kelly hit it off rather well last night. She was very giggly when I saw her and Ken had a permagrin on his face." Ronnie smiled and was elated for her friend. "They were all touchy feely in that cute kind of way." She jumped up to head downstairs and see for herself.
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Tonight was another show and she needed rest. Ronnie and John had an unspoken agreement he would stay with her until he needed to be in Orlando. It was a short flight so he was leaving Monday morning. It was discovered Ken had the same agenda. Rachel and Reece were driving to Orlando to hook up with Randy and Candice again and Crystal was going to drive up and see Dave on Tuesday. Only Ken and John stayed as Dave and Randy had appearances all over Florida. Candice had prior commitments. John went upstairs with Ronnie to take a nap. The only ones who knew their relationship would be more than the weekend, were Ken and Kelly and vice versa. It didn't take long for Ronnie to fall asleep and John lay there watching her, soon enveloped in sleep himself.
He woke to the sounds of Ronnie slamming things in her bedroom. He watched her tear through her closet, leave the room and come back only to rip through her closet again. She was talking and cursing and he muffled a laugh as she bumped into her dresser with her hip. Ronnie didn't know he was awake and fought every urge to scream out in pain. "You okay?" John had seen the tears fall down her cheeks.
In a very high pitched voiced she squeaked out she was fine and quickly swiped at the tears. She knew that was going to leave the world's largest bruise and knowing her body it would be there for another month. "I can't find one of my outfits and I have no clue where it could possibly be." Ronnie collapsed on the bed in frustration. "I'll just figure out something else." She looked over at John who tried to feign concern. He was damn sure she had at least 50 more outfits she could wear. "Are you coming tonight or staying here?"
"I thought I'd go so I can stalk you and keep any guys from getting to close." He kissed her nose. "I think Ken is going so we can sit in the back and be jealous together." Ronnie had to smile. He was so damn cute and she was unable to resist. She leaned in for a kiss that turned deeper before a loud knock interrupted. Reece came barging in and said there was a band meeting in two minutes. "Don't you knock?" John said with a smirk.
"Why? Barging in is so much more fun and I can catch you if you're up to something. Maybe watch a thing or two!" Reece winked and headed across the hall to do the same to Kelly. One could always count on Reece to spoil a mood and Ronnie knew she did it on purpose. That was Reece, God love her.
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Ronnie stood to the side of the stage and was about to put her heart out there. They were doing a song that said everything she was feeling. Sure it had only been 36 hours since she met him, but she knew a lot since they were basically inseparable. She had also overheard him on the phone to one of his many brothers and she distinctly heard him say he could easily fall in love and was damn close to it. John also said Ronnie was the kind of girl a guy doesn't use for one night, she was the kind you plan a life with, she's that damn great. So here she was, about to express the same to him. She took a sip of her tea and headed to the stage with the girls.
"This next song is a dedication. You know who you are." She took a few steps back, closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Here we go girl. She locked eyes with John, "We're both looking for something we've been afraid to find. It's easier to be broken, it's easier to hide." She thought of what he had told her about his past relationships. The one serious relationship he'd had and the countless others that lasted a month or two, maybe an hour or two. "Looking at you, holding my breath. For once in my life, I'm scared to death. I'm taking a chance, letting you inside." She had shared with him the same stories. Her high school sweetheart who chose drugs over her, the one who chose another with money and her own home, and the one who shredded her to her core.
John's eyes said everything. She could see in them the words he had spoken earlier. Ronnie could trust him and he could trust her. Neither would degrade the other, neither would embarrass the other, neither would deny the other and neither would dishonor the other. "Feeling alive all over again, as deep as the sky, under my skin. Like being in love, he says for the first time. Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm feeling right where I belong. With you tonight, like being in love. To feel for the first time."
She could tell he was feeling the same things she was, it was written all over his face. They seem to be the only ones in the room when she sang to him. It had happened last night and it was happening again. "The world that I see inside you, waiting to come to life. Waking me up to dreaming, reality in your eyes." How does this happen? How do you meet someone and in such a short span of time know that's it? This is all you've ever needed; its all you've ever dreamt of, the simplicity is almost mind-boggling. "Looking at you, holding my breath. For once in my life I'm scared to death. I'm taking a chance, letting you inside."
John Cena was the WWE champion, girls lined up at the arenas in droves, stalked the hotels in every city, every country. Waited for him at each appearance, hell he'd even taken a few of them up on their offers. He could easily be considered a man-whore. A slut. Shit, Randy's sex life was common knowledge; it was all over the internet, but not John's sexcapades. He'd managed to keep his whoring under wraps. And here he was, not even questioning the feelings he was letting take control. He was giving up that life and choosing body and soul to be with one woman. He didn't even doubt his decision. He never contemplated all the women he'd be turning down, his heart was full, it was time to grow up and be a man. Time to build a life outside the ring, the ring rats and the nomad lifestyle. Well, he'd still wrestle and travel, but he had someone waiting for him now. It was new and exciting and he couldn't wait to embark on this life with Ronnie.
"Looking at you, holding my breath, for once in my life I'm scared to death; I'm taking a chance, letting you inside." Ronnie continued to sing to him, feeling as giddy as a school girl. The man she was looking at, the man looking at her, this was the face, the eyes she wanted to look into everyday for the rest of her life. People always ask how do you know when it's the right one. You know when you no longer ask that question. When your brain no longer questions things, feelings, thoughts. When your heart and mind finally agree on something – that's when you know. It's a feeling without words; it cannot be translated to another person. Gut instinct, woman's intuition, call it what you want, but its that comfortable situation in recognizing the one person you want to see the instant you wake up and the last thing you want your eyes to focus on before you close them for sleep.
"We're crashing into the unknown, we're lost in this but it feels like home" Ronnie finished the song and the set. John did the most natural thing and met her at the stage and kissed her. Still alone in their world, oblivious to others, he kissed her. Her body molded to his, his tongue caressing hers. His hands dancing on her back, the soft moans coming from him melding to the gentle whimpers from her. Who wouldn't want this? Who wouldn't want this feeling? It was like flying without wings, soaring as high as the clouds, nothing felt like it. No drug or other mind altering substance could mimic this feeling. It was in your heart, not an alternate universe temporarily created by narcotics or alcohol. It could not be duplicated. He was hers from this day forward. She saw no other.