CHAPTER 6

Lily let the four puzzle it out and dragged John out into the hallway, hearing Jeff cursing up a storm. "Are you insane?" She whispered.

"I had no choice." John replied softly, staring down into her green eyes; hoping she wasn't angry with him. "Look, they think it's me. So they'll leave you alone about it. At least now they have a name. That's their goal and I can handle your brothers." He smirked, not doubting his abilities to handle the Hardy's even for a moment. "Don't worry Lily, it's between us and us only. I'm not going to ask you who it was because it's none of my business. Just let them-" He nodded towards the shut door. "think it's me so they'll leave it alone."

Thank God he wasn't asking.

Lily wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Thank you." She murmured in his ear, hearing another loud cuss from the medic's room and knew she was going to have to bunk elsewhere for the night and try speaking to dumb and dumber in the morning. "I don't think they want to see me right now." She laughed in spite of herself.

"You have me, Lil." John assured her with a grin, his arm lazily draped around her as they started walking down the hallway. "We'll go stepping, get shit faced and go back to my hotel room." He laughed when she raised an eyebrow, planting a kiss on her temple. "Relax, I'm not interested in you that way. You're my FRIEND, minus the bennies."

"Fair enough." Idly, she wondered what it would be like if it had been John she'd gone off with the previous night, knowing the sex would probably have been fairly hot but not what… and she was going to need a cold shower if she let those thoughts continue on. "Alright, let's get out of here before my brothers decide to lock me up." She giggled.

Chuckling, John nodded. They made tracks; stopping long enough to grab their things and hauled ass out of there before Jeff or Matt could recover long enough to come hunt them down.

***

By the time closing came in the club, John and Lily were more exhausted than drunk. Well, Lily was anyway. She was fairly buzzing but John was damn near three sheets to the wind. Which meant they took a cab back to the hotel, leaving the rental.

"Oh my God… My feet are killing me." She groaned, sliding into the cab alongside of him. They had danced until they dropped, took a breather and done it all over again. She knew she'd never get tired of going out with John simply because they shared one common passion that they both apparently loved to indulge.

They discussed the night, laughing and making jokes until they were dropped off. Lily sighed, guiding him inside; trying not to giggle as John began rapping; badly. In the back pocket of her cargos was the key 'Taker had slipped her, though she didn't think using it tonight would be that bright an idea. Groaning, she slumped in the hallway. "Think my brothers would kill me for coming in so late?"

"You're shtaying with me." John slurred, stumbling until she slammed him back into the wall, flashing a drunken grins. "Thanks!"

Laughing, Lily took his room key, swiping it through the slot and pushed his ass through the door.

"Oh mah gawd… my head…"

She was trying her hardest to quit laughing but John wasn't helping.

"I sound like Mattie!"

"You do." She giggled, watching as he stumbled towards the bed. The room was basic, a bed and a bathroom. John obviously was a man who didn't subscribe to the 'need the very best' mentality and she respected that. "There's a pop machine down the hall. I'm going to grab a water, you want one?" She asked, kicking off her shoes; knowing if he was anything like her he would want one simply to get rid of the dry mouth issue that'd be coming from their drinking.

"Yeah, sure." He yawned, collapsing on the bed after shedding his shoes, pants and shirt.

Lily cocked an eyebrow. John was now in white ankle socks; a wife beater and Scooby Doo boxers. Shaking her head, she walked out of the room, hearing his snores before the door had even closed behind her.

***

It was her perfume that caught his attention. He had noticed it the night before when she had walked into him. It was a sensual perfume, something that would definitely catch a person's notice in the heat. A smirk curved his lips, grabbing his Coke and straightened up. "Evening."

All thoughts of John flew out of her head when she seen him, taking in the dark blue jeans and button up black shirt he wore; which coincidentally wasn't buttoned. Which in turn left his chest and stomach wide open for her wandering eyes. "Hi." She whispered, licking her dry lips; dragging her toes against the carpet.

Would it be wrong if she jumped him right here in the hallway?

That smirk broadened, watching as she oh so blatantly checked him out, folding his arms purposefully over his chest. "Like what you see, Lily?" His voice was a low rumble, taking a step toward her. Just his presence beckoned her to him. He knew she would, just by the darkening of her eyes. Seeing that pink tongue snake out to wet her dry lips was it. He knew right then and there she was a sinful angel who would eventually destroy him.

But what a way to go.

"Yes." She whispered, clearing her throat; trying to force her head to stop swimming. Her buzz wasn't helping. The man was already enough to make her drunk without touching a drop of liquor. 'Taker was going to be the death of her, she already knew it.

Her body was simply going to overheat and shut down on her. Her mind was spinning, trying to understand what it was about him that was reeling her in. She'd never been with a man like him, he wasn't even her type. Or hadn't been at least.

Now he was quickly becoming her addiction.

Not saying a word, 'Taker gave her a long; heated look, desire swirling in his gaze. But this time, she would have to come to him; without his encouragement. Inwardly groaning, he started back for his room.

Lily reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Dropping the Coke, 'Taker caught her when she jumped into his arms, her legs locking around his waist as her lips met his in a fiery kiss. Growling, he carried her to his room, the can left forgotten in the hall.

***

Sometime around six AM they dozed, Lily curled up against him; her hand resting on his chest. Another intense, mind blowing session; or was it sessions? Her clothes lay all over the room; her tank top sadly beyond repair. Not that it mattered, her shoes were still in John's room, what was a tank top?

Frowning, Lily fought sleeping. If she fell asleep she would either wake up to him kicking her out or an empty bed. Which might not be a bad idea since she wasn't sure how to interact with him during daylight hours. She wasn't given a choice, her exhausted body forced her into sleep.

***

She woke up sometime later that day to those deep green eyes staring back at her. He hadn't left or kicked her out. Why would he let this angel leave his bed?

"Afternoon." "He murmured, burying his face in her neck before pulling Lily on top of his chest; letting her sprawl on him, her weight feeling strangely comforting. "How did you sleep?" He asked huskily, running a lazy finger up and down her spine.

"Mmm… good." Lily yawned, stretching against him. She folded her hands over his chest, staring into his eyes and almost fell into those brilliant emerald pools. "Afternoon?" She would have sit up if he hadn't been holding her down; turning her head to see the sunlight streaming into the room.

She was in trouble, oh yes indeedy.

"It's going on two." 'Taker chuckled at her wide eyes. "If your brothers know what's good for them, they won't bother you." He said, reading her mind once again. He wanted to ask if she was dating John Cena, or if there was anything between them, but refrained.

No doubt to her this was just sex. To him however, it was more than that.

So much more.

What was this between them? Was it just sex? What else could it be? Lily's mind refused to let her just relax in the moment, instead insisting on bothering her with questions and doubts. They didn't even know each other. All she knew was he was a wrestler that everyone seemed to fear, and with good cause if last night's beat down on Matt was any indication. All he knew about her was she was the Hardy's sister.

This was madness.

Feeling her tension, 'Taker rolled her so she was on her back, moving to hover over her; his hair curtaining around their faces. He soundly kissed her, driving those negatives from her mind. "Stop worrying." He ordered, kissing her again; nudging her thighs apart with his knee.

Her arms went around him, pulling him closer if possible.

She was his, whether she knew it yet or not. Nobody else would have her.

***

When she woke up again it was night. Lily sat up in the bed, pulling the sheet up with her and watched as 'Taker finished pulling on his jeans. She raked a hand through her tousled hair, looking away. Groaning, she slapped the heel of her hand against her forehead; getting up to retrieve her own pants.

"You'll ride to the arena with me. Your brothers and John have already left." He said without looking at her. "You can grab a shower before we leave." He added as an afterthought, studying her with a half smirk. "Unless, of course, you'd rather just stay like that."

"I'll shower at the arena." Lily said quickly. She didn't even want to LOOK at her cell phone, knowing she'd have a lot of angry messages waiting for her. Quickly pulling on her underclothes and then her pants, she frowned; holding up what was left of her tank top.

'Taker just shot her a wicked look, causing her to grin in spite of herself. Well… her sports bra wasn't very out of place in the WWE, actually on the modest side but there were some 'love marks' on her body that she wasn't explaining to anyone. She pulled her messy hair into a looped tail, looking down at her bare feet. "I don't have shoes…"

Hmm, that could be a problem.

"You can do without them for awhile longer." He said finally, though he did toss her one of his tee shirts. An 'Undertaker' shirt, one of the new designs. "Put that on. You can change when we get there, I know you wouldn't like people to see the…"

"Hickies? Bite marks?"

"My personal seal of approval."

She quickly pulled on the shirt, trying not to laugh. Not only did she smell like 'Taker and of sex but now she sported his shirt. The cat was definitely going to escape the bag. "Personal seal of…" She echoed, frowned then rolled her eyes. "Very funny."

He was studying her again, frowning as well. "Take the shirt off." He ordered with a low sigh, pulling a plain black one from his duffel bag and tossed it at her, catching the other in return. "I forgot you wanted to keep this a secret." He said, his tone almost cold. When Lily stared at him in obvious confusion, his expression softened. He caught her chin, tilting her head back and kissed her gently. "Come on, we have to go."

"I didn't say that." Lily said after a moment, frowning still as he guided her down the stairs, halting when he did. She was pleased that he was standing below her, she was eye level with him now. She had never said she wanted to keep anything a secret, she just hadn't come out and announced: 'hey I'm fucking the Undertaker!". "I don't even know what 'this' is."

Taking her hand, he brought it to his mouth; brushing his lips against her knuckles. "What do you want this to be?" 'Taker asked quietly. "Lily…" Her name rolled off his tongue in a smooth caress, his other hand reaching up to cup her face.

As always, his intense kisses made her melt, leaning into him; moaning softly into his mouth.

"Tell me what you want."

"You." Lily whispered against his lips, his mustache and goatee tickling her skin and smiled. It was already a familiar feeling. "I want you." Of course that probably wouldn't work out too well. She was due to go home next week but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy what time they did have together, right? This was insane. "We don't even know each other." She said quietly, trying to think which was near impossible when he was this close.

"We could get to know each other." His tone never changed, still low and husky, even though his mouth was now caressing her throat. "I know you're set to go home but that doesn't mean you have too. You can stay with me, Lily." He murmured, kissing her pulse point. "Stay with me and I'll show you passion beyond all imaging."

"Mmm…"

"But it also means you have to come clean with your brothers… and John." He felt a bad taste form in his mouth at that name but hid it well.

"John?" Lily arched an eyebrow at the flash of anger that coursed through his eyes, seeing acid for a brief second. When it hit, she began giggling uncontrollably. "John is just my friend, nothing more. We like playing jokes and dancing together, that's it." Was 'Taker jealous? That was a delicious thought. "Though if you think he compliments me…" The breath was taken from her when her back hit the wall, staring at him with wide eyes.

God he was still sexy even when he looked dangerous.

"Mine." He growled, once more claiming her mouth. Growling, he lifted her up; hungrily running his hands up her sides and to her chest; cupping her breasts in his palms. "You are mine, Lily." He murmured, pulling away to let her breathe.

She nodded, inhaling through parted lips.

"Later…" 'Taker could see the lust swirling in her jade eyes, unable to keep the arrogant grin from his face and kissed her again, this time chastely. "Later." He repeated. "Right now… we have to get to the arena."

***

Jeff was pacing the parking lot, hands clasped behind his back. He had expected Lily to arrive with John since apparently the two were fuck buddies but John hadn't seen her since passing out apparently.

WHAT THE HELL?

He whirled around when he heard a motorcycle coming, watching with wide eyes as 'Taker parked. His eyes almost fell out of their sockets when his twin, Lily, appeared in his apparently near blind vision. He watched as she wiggled herself around so she was straddling 'Taker's lap; pulling his head down to hers.

She had LIED to him, to HIM!

***

'Taker growled hungrily, wrapping her in his strong embrace. "You are beautiful." He whispered, kissing down her neck, his hands moving to grip her hips. "Tonight, you're coming back to the hotel with me." It wasn't a question but a demand and he smirked when she nodded, breathless once more.

God he could order her to walk buck naked over hot coals and she'd do it. Lily already knew she would submit herself to anything he asked, grinding herself against him as he kissed her. "I want you." She whispered in his ear, trailing a hand down his chest to cup his jean covered erection. "I want to feel you inside of me."

"Right here?"

Her answer was to unsnap his jeans and tug the zipper down.

Nobody was watching, why not? Honestly, 'Taker didn't care if someone was out here. They could enjoy the show and hope to God he never found out. It was awkward managing her cargo pants on the Harley but he did it, finally getting them down and off one leg; all but tearing her panties away.

When she was once more straddling his lap comfortably, Lily leaned back with her elbows braced on the handlebars, his hands holding her steady, balancing her. Her eyes locked with his, nodding.

A second later, he was sheathed inside of her, both of them letting out ragged curses.

At this point, Jeff was already heading back inside, unable to see this.