CHAPTER 9

For the first month, everyone had watched with baited breath to see where the 'Taker/Lily relationship was goiong to go, waiting to see it crash and her burn.

Three months later, nothing had changed except they could walk together without getting stared at. They were the odd couple, polar opposites. Lily was always smiling, happy go lucky; with her wild and usually bright clothes and matching personality. 'Taker was at the other end of the spectrum, moody and intimidating.

Day by day, Lily was sinking even further into whatever it was she felt for Mark, maybe it was love like John had suggested. She didn't know if Mark loved her though he had said he cared for her.

As for the control and possessive issues, they had yet to run into that. Though maybe it was because he kept her so busy and exhausted.

And she adored every moment of it.

***

"John! Save me!" Lily shrieked as she ran to her friend; her purple and pink plaid skirt swishing against her thighs as she ran, laughing when he caught her. "I need sleep, help!" She croaked, turning her head to see Mark coming.

Laughing, John spun her around in a circle before setting her down. "I guess the Deadman isn't so dead after all, is he?" He asked smugly.

"Watch it, Cena." Mark said, rolling his eyes when John's smirk grew broader.

"Hey, I'd be BRAGGING if I had Lily in my bed every night."

"You'd also have a six inch hole in the middle of your forehead."

"Ouch. Easy, Deadman."

"Don't test me, boy." Mark dropped a kiss on Lily's lips before walking off.

"Good one John, tempt death." Lily teased, turning her attention back on him, flashing a smile. "Bragging huh? No, you wouldn't. You'd be BEGGING me to take you BACK to bed." She smirked, watching his face go red. "Attractive color." She hopped up onto a table. "So… what's up, Cenana?"

John groaned. "Must you call me that?" He sighed when she nodded, sitting down beside her. "Fine. Mickie and I broke up."

Lily bit her lower lip.

His shoulders slumped. "She said it wasn't working out and I guess I agree, but… it still hurts."

"Aww." She wrapped an arm around him, pulling him into her and rested her head on top of his when he laid his on her shoulder. "Don't worry, John, someone will come along." She said softly, someone who wasn't blind or stupid, as Mickie apparently was.

John was awesome, damn it. What was wrong with that woman?

"You want to go out tonight? I promise to do my best to distract you from any sad thoughts."

Nodding, John jumped back down to the floor, his blue eyes sparkling again; all traces of sadness gone. "We're going out alright and I'm gonna show you the new moves I learned!" He was back to his chipper self, grinning at her. "Steppin!"

"Show me now!" Lily demanded, watching him with a grin. She was tempted to join him but wasn't wearing much underneath the skirt. Just a little bit of fabric that covered the essentials, no, she wasn't flashing her ass. "So after you're done for the night, look me up, alright?" She had to grab his arms to make him stop, giggling when he stumbled. "John! JOHN, table!" Lily groaned when her back collided with it. "You fatass!"

"Sorry!" John cringed, knowing that couldn't be comfortable and helped her, then turned around and raised her skirt. "Oooh, yellow panties?" He started laughing when she yelped before whirling around to slap him. "Hey, I was just making an observation!"

"What kind of observation?"

"One concerning your sister's panties."

Matt snorted water out his nose, regretting asking.

"Hello Mattie. John you ever peek at my panties without my permission and I will chop your fingers off!" Lily scolded, smacking his hand when he acted like he was going to do it again. "Down, Cenana!"

"Who's panties are we talkin' about?" Jeff demanded, bouncing up. "I like panties."

Lily didn't even crack a smile. "Mine, you moron."

Jeff groaned, snorting the water he had been drinking instead of swallowing; choking for a minute before pounding his chest. "Damn it…"

John was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down his face and he was rolled up in a tight ball on the floor; holding his stomach.

"FUCK, that burns!" Matt growled, having done the same thing with his water, again. He couldn't believe Jeff had walked right into that trap. "Dude, don't let 'Taker find out you were looking at her panties, you won't have a head left."

"Oh shit…" John paled, cutting off mid laugh abruptly and moved to his knees; wrapping his arms around Lily's legs. "Please, don't tell him!"

"Don't tell him what?"

Everyone BUT Jeff went white at that tone. Obliviously, Jeff went: "That John seen the color of Lily's panties?"

"WHAT?"

Lily was on her feet in front of John before Mark could do anything, kicking her friend when the back of her foot. She would have smirked when he crawled under the table if the situation hadn't been so serious. "I'm wearing a short skirt, anyone can see my panties if I were to twirl or something." She said, then mentally smacked herself.

That hadn't come out right.

And the expression on Mark's face only cemented that.

"Lily," Jeff whispered. "run."

"Is THAT right?" Mark cracked his knuckles, his voice deceptively calm; ready to brain Cena for even THINKING about Lily's panties. "Move, Liliana." He ordered gravely.

"Lily, for your own sake, do what he says."

When she refused and merely crossed her arms over her chest, Mark curled his lips into a sneer and lifted her over his shoulder. He smacked her now displayed for everyone to see –yellow panties and all- ass, carting her off.

Jeff peered underneath the table with Matt. "Cena, if he hurts her, we're hurting you." He said flatly.

Lily wasn't too worried, though she was trying to cover her ass; which was flashing everyone who walked by. "Yes, they're yellow!" She shouted when Melina giggled at her. "Mark, the blood is rushing to my-" She stumbled dizzily when he set her down, hearing him closing a door behind her. "head…"

Not saying a word, he ripped the skirt right off of her, ignoring her yelp. Still fuming, Mark tossed one of his shirts at her. "Put it on." He demanded, refusing to go to prison for murder. Which is exactly what would happen if she didn't hide herself.

Lily just arched an eyebrow at him, staring at the shirt with her own curled lip.

"If you don't want Cena's head popped off his shoulders like a fucking tick, you're going to put that on and next time; skip the fucking short skirt!"

"First off, you're not going to TOUCH, John." Lily said, not amused with one of her favorite skirts being destroyed, her green eyes flashing just as angrily as his. "Second, I'll wear whatever I damn well please, Mark." She remembered all too well his 'don't let me control you' bit and wasn't changing her attire just because he was having a 'man' moment. Though now she didn't have a choice on the shirt… or wait, yes she did. She'd put it on, then go borrow pants and a belt from Jeff.

"You're going to allow another man to look at your damn panties?" Mark shouted, his entire face turning an angry shade of red. "You are MINE, Lily." He reminded her, now backing her up into the wall.

Lily didn't have time to shriek when one of his massive; calloused hands gripped her by the back of her neck; jerking her forward into him; feeling like she had just collided with a brick wall.

She HAD been about to tell him she wasn't allowing anyone but him to look at her underclothes but he had effectively driven away all rational thoughts but kissing the breath right out of her.

She belonged to him. She was his possession, his girlfriend and Mark wasn't relinquishing her. Especially not to some little punk like John Cena.

Relaxing, Lily slid her hands up his chest; returning his possessive kiss. Finally, she had to pull away, unable to breathe. "You done yelling at me now?" She panted, leaning back against the wall.

"Yes." He growled, not through with her just yet and forced another breath stealing kiss on her. When he felt her gasping in his mouth for air, he broke it; pressing his forehead to hers. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

If John valued his life, he would not be looking up her skirts anymore.

"I'll talk to John, you keep quiet." Lily said, reading him and smirked when he arched an eyebrow. "You're being transparent." She teased. It became easier with time to see or guess what was going through his mind. He was becoming human! "And… since you're not in a murderous mood…" She tugged on the shirt, frowning. It made her look like a child playing in her dad's clothes or something. "I'm going out stepping tonight."

"With John?"

She nodded, trying not to be timid about it.

Sighing, Mark nodded as well. "You have your room key, I'll be up when you get back." He smirked when she rolled her eyes.

***

"You're ALIVE!" Jeff yelped, tackling his sister when she walked into the room. "Whew, good thing too, we were going to get all crazy white boy on John."

"Uh huh…" Lily pushed him off of her, getting to her feet to go rifle in his bag. "Borrowing some clothes."

"Hey! I like those-" Jeff shut up when she arched an eyebrow and could only watch mournfully as his new pair of dark red Tripp pants were stolen along with a belt. "What happened to the skirt?"

"It was shredded." She sighed, pulling the pants on underneath the shirt before pulling it off, wearing a black tank underneath. Once she had gotten the belt in place, the pants hung comfortably low on her hips. "Ahh better."

"What do you mean shredded?" Jeff really did not want to go make the attempt of beating the shit out of 'Taker but he would, for his sister's honor.

"What she means is 'Taker ripped her skirt off, fucked her and then had to wear one of his shirts; which is also an effective way of branding her." Matt snorted, shaking his head; sounding completely disgusted. "It's official. Our sister has been reduced to an obedient sex kitten."

Jeff sighed heavily, moving to stop his twin from tackling their older brother to hell. "Don't. It's not worth it."

"Actually, Matthew dear, he just ripped off the skirt, the fucking we're saving for later!" Lily snarled, struggling to get free from Jeff. "Well come on, Jeff!" She exploded, looking up at him when he refused to let her go. "He's fucking OBSESSED with my sex life! It's ridiculous! Matt, here's an idea, go get LAID and then try pulling the STICK OUT OF YOUR ASS!"

Matt calmly sipped his water, refusing to look at her, she made him sick. "Go fuck the Undertaker and leave us real men alone." He ordered gravely.

"Man, that was low." Jeff groaned. "Do you really want to get your head knocked off your damn shoulders?"

"It would be better than watching our sister fuck one of our coworkers, not to mention the locker room leader."

Jeff had to practically shove Lily out of the door so she wouldn't try harming Matt, following behind her. "You're an asshole!" He shouted over his shoulder.

"What else is new?"

The minute they were in the hallway, Lily stepped aside and let Jeff smack himself into a wall, returning to the room. She was NOT done. She was sick of this shit.

Sighing when Jeff yelled, she flipped the lock. "We're going to sort this out RIGHT now, Matt." She said coldly, folding her arms over her chest. "Nobody else in the company gives two flying shits about me and Mark. YOU are the only one who has an issue with it. So, could the REAL MAN, please explain to me just what his damage is?"

"Get out." Matt ordered, flexing his shoulders angrily. He was not in the mood for his sister. "I mean it Lily, now!"

When she refused, Matt decided he would finally lay it on the line for her. "Do you wanna know what my damage is? It's because my sister is a whore! 'Taker's whore! You went out and picked the meanest, lewdest, rotten son of a bitch in the locker room and then had the balls to shove it in her brother's faces! Embarrassing us! You make me sick! Pining over him1 Grow up! This isn't high school, little girl!"

"There's the pot calling the kettle black! You're the one acting like a jealous fool, so why don't you grow up! That's all this is Matt, is you being jealous because I can actually HAVE a relationship with someone and NOT FUCK IT UP! No wonder Amy screwed around on you, you're a pathetic bastard! If I had been her, I'd of fucked Adam too because you're nothing but a little boy!"

The smack resonated around the room.

Lily went down holding her face.

Matt was shaking his hand, that was how hard he had backhanded her. "We're done." He said gravely, watching her slowly crawl backwards away from him, her green eyes wide. "Jeff may want something to do with you, slut, but I don't."

The venom in Matt's tone hurt almost as much as that slap had.

"Go ahead, run to your 'Taker and tell him what I did to your precious face. I don't give a damn!" Matt filled in the gap between them, stooping down enough to grab a fistful of her hair and dragged her out of the room.

Jeff caught Lily before she could hit the floor, watching with wide eyes as Matt slammed the door shut again. "What the fuck?"

Lily pushed Jeff away, holding her throbbing face; tears running down her cheeks. Her head was aching from her hair being pulled and then used as leverage when being tossed. "Don't." She whispered, shakily getting to her feet; knowing her face was going to have one hell of a bruise. "I'm gonna go… do NOT let Mark know about this." She pleaded, staring at her twin desperately.

She might hate Matt at the moment, maybe forever, but he was still her brother. When Jeff just nodded helplessly, she kissed his cheek before flying off down the hallway, avoiding everyone she could. They would all automatically think Mark had done this.

"Whoa, where's the fire?" John caught her, took one look at her face and his blue eyes nearly popped right out of his skull. "What the hell happened, Lil? Mark-" He sighed when she placed a hand over his mouth, letting her drag him into his dressing room.

Pushing away her hand, he examined her cheekbone, taking in the small cut; how swollen it was. "Shit, this might be cracked." He grunted. "Who did this?"

"Matt." Lily whispered, wincing as he gingerly felt the spot. "I don't think anything is cracked, John. I just need some ice…" She watched him retreat into the bathroom, hear water running followed by John coming at her with a cold, damp cloth.

At first it didn't feel so good when he held it to her face but after a few moments, the pain receded somewhat.

"We got into another fight." She still couldn't believe her brother had smacked her. Well, no… backhanded her. "I can't let Mark see this, he'll kill Matt!"