A/N: Thanks for all the reviews of the first chapter. Some of them had to make me chuckle a little bit. I hope that you continue to enjoy the story.

I honestly don't know if this will end with Christian/Trish or John/Trish, so let me know what you want. It could go either way, I'm totally open to both possibilities. If you want neither, let me know that too.

Enjoy…and review. :)

John Cena was not the kind of guy to sit on his hands. He wasn't the type of person to just sit back and let what he wanted get away from him. But he did have morals and when he first found himself attracted to Trish, he knew that he couldn't do anything to rectify that situation. She had been with Christian, and John was not the kind of person who took someone else's woman. That just wasn't the type of guy that he wanted to be.

But he had bided his time and his chance had come and now she was his. Suddenly Christian was gone. It was a shock, a surprise that he wanted to attribute to karma. He knew Trish was heartbroken, but he didn't want to waste any more time. He didn't want some other guy coming and snatching her up because that's exactly what would happen. Trish was a beautiful, desirable woman and for her to be on the market for long was a ridiculous notion.

He knew she was still distracted by Christian, despite the persona, he wasn't a complete idiot. Her and Christian had been together for two years, and to expect her to be completely over him was not something that he expected. He was patient with her though, giving her time, never pushing or prodding. She was coming around, slowly, but she was definitely coming around.

"Babe?" John said, nipping at her ear.

"Yeah?"

"You were doing it again."

"Daydreaming?" she inquired.

He knew she wasn't daydreaming, but thinking about Christian. Yet he still played along, not wanting to push her, so he responded, "Yeah, you were daydreaming."

"I get so distracted," she said in an irritated voice. "I guess I just have so much going on."

"Understandable, we lead very busy lives."

"I'm sorry Johnny," she told him climbing into his lap, and straddling him, her knees pressing against his thighs. She ran her hands under his t-shirt and across his muscled chest. "I don't mean to daydream when I'm with you."

"I know," he said and right now he would say anything if she just kept touching him like this. Trish was a goddess in bed and he had to yet to figure out how Christian could give up THAT.

"I'll try to be better, I promise."

"Hey, we're cool," John told her, grabbing her wrists and pulling them away from his body. "You understand that right, that we're cool."

"We're cool Johnny," Trish said, trying to sound like she was some cool hipster. John smirked at her and she resumed rubbing his chest. She pulled up his shirt slowly, revealing more and more of his skin to her. She leaned down and started feathering his chest with kisses and he watched her with a blissful look on his face. She took the shirt over his head and gave him a playful wink as she attacked his neck, running her tongue over the vein.

"We're so cool babe," John drawled out, his voice becoming low.

"I know," Trish said, as she nibbled at his neck. "You make me feel so good Johnny."

John was glad to hear that. He didn't know his place in Trish's life, but every so often, she could give him a glimpse of the things that he really wanted from her. The most important thing wasn't love or anything like that. He just wanted to be the only one she thought about. Maybe it was impossible, maybe it would never happen, but it was moments like these where he could hold out hope that maybe someday, it would be him that she got distracted by.

"Babe, you have a match coming up in a few minutes, we can't finish this now so maybe we should stop."

"But you don't wanna stop Johnny," Trish said, pressing herself down a little firmer into John's lap. "Do you?"

"God no," he rasped. "But babe, we have to, you have a match."

"Johnny, don't push me away," she said, and the huskiness of her voice belied the abject sadness that lay far between her words. Trish was scared. She might not even know it, but she was scared to let anyone else in. Broken hearts were terribly hard to mend.

"I don't want to babe, but you really do have a match coming up."

She pulled away and looked at him. Her brown eyes were a shade darker and her lips were pouty. He fought himself and leaned forward to kiss her. She smiled into his kiss and John snaked his arms around her waist to pull her closer so her covered chest was pressing into his bare chest. He could feel her against him and he wanted her right now, they both could feel it. But she really did have a match and he really did have to pull away. He hated pulling away from her though because sometimes it felt like she would never come back.

"Okay, I'm going, I'm going," she said standing up. "But we'll finish this later."

"Oh you better believe we're going to be finishing this later."

Trish leaned down to give him one last peck on the lips before she walked out of her locker room. She had a match with Mickie James coming up and she needed to focus on that. She needed to focus on her match and not the feelings that John was eliciting in her not a few moments before. She could still feel the way that he felt beneath her and she had to bit her lip not to get aroused right then and there. She had a match to focus on.

John watched her from his locker room. He loved the way that she moved in the ring. She was so fluid and seamless. Hell, he might even go so far as to say that she was the better wrestler, but he'd never admit that to her. He remembered how she felt above him and he was reassured that she was his, at least for now. How long he would have her was not up to him, and it never would be. He needed to just cherish the time he had with her though, before it was snatched away.

Trish came backstage from her match, a little sweaty and a lot tired. She saw Chris standing there, obviously waiting for the next match, which was his. He threw her a smile and she sauntered over to give him a quick hello as was appropriate in social situations.

"Nice job," Chris said shortly as he jumped in place warming up for his match.

"Thanks," Trish said. "Good luck in your match."

"Where's John?" Chris asked.

"Locker room, where's your wife?" she asked.

"Around," he said. "You know what the tradition is…I can't see her for the five minutes before my match. Bad luck."

"You know, most guys like to get a call from their wives or see their wives right before their games or matches, but you're the only guy I've ever met who doesn't want to even see his wife before his match."

"I'm unique," he told her. "So have you by any chance talked to…Stephanie or Hunter?"

"Why?" Trish asked.

"No reason," Chris said quickly. "You might want to find one of them though…I mean, you know, get the tangibles for the party. Just to make sure you look great and everything. You're a bridesmaid right?"

"Right."

"Yeah, she might want to talk to you about that…or other stuff…"

"Why do I get the feeling that you're not telling me something Chris Jericho?" Trish asked. "Am I going to have to find your wife and get it out of her?"

"Trish, it has nothing to do with me," Chris told her. "John's a good guy Trish."

"I know," Trish told him. "What makes you think that I don't know that, I'm his girlfriend after all. If anyone knows how good a guy he is, it's going to be me. Why would you say something like that?"

"I'm just making sure that you know that," Chris told her, hearing his music starting up. "That's my cue, see you later Trish."

"Bye."

Trish stood there for a few moments, pondering what Chris meant by that. Okay, so she knew what Chris meant by that. When did she become so transparent? Could everybody see right through her? Was everybody just pitying her and seeing her as this broken woman who couldn't get over Christian? Oh no, what if John knew? She had never considered the fact that maybe John could see through her too. This worried her. She didn't want John to doubt her feelings for him, because she DID have feelings for him.

She rushed back to their locker room and found him in the same position he was in when she left, but his arms were folded over his chest and he was staring at the television. She closed the door and locked it behind her, standing against it for a moment. He turned his head towards her slowly and a smile crept up onto his face. She just looked at him a second, her lips pursed together, almost a grimace.

"Okay, did I do something you just found out about that you didn't like?" John joked. "Cause you've got this look on your face like I'm suddenly the devil, and we both know that's Vince McMahon."

She just looked at him a moment, studying his face. Did he know? If Chris knew, then why wouldn't John know; she spent far more time with John than she did with Chris. Maybe John had known all along, maybe he was a far better man than she ever could've imagined. John was looking at her, getting a little worried now. Trish was just staring at him. He got up from the couch and walked over to her slowly, cocking his head a little to catch her glance, but it didn't work.

"Hey babe, what's up? You're going all like comatose on me."

"I'm just…thinking."

"Oh," John said, "Well, thinking's cool, thinking gets a lot done."

He was so patient with her, and she was probably breaking him inside. "Johnny, I care about you so much."

"I know babe, you don't have to tell me that," John told her, still walking slowly towards her. He reached her and gathered her up in his arms, pressing her against him as he tilted backwards so that he could look straight into her eyes. "You were looking all kinds of sexy out there. I mean, damn, I thought that you were going to catch fire you were so hot."

"Kiss me," she said shortly.

"Well that's a direction I know I'm going to take."

He leaned down and kissed her hard. She wanted this, she needed this to reassure him that she was devoted to him, however misguided that was. She wrapped her leg around his waist, and he hoisted her up against the door, pushing her against it roughly. She didn't care though as his hands found her hair and mussed it up. The sweating she had done during her match gave her a musky scent that drove John nuts as his hands were all over her body. He couldn't stop himself.

Maybe it was some unconscious need by John to prove to her that he was there, that he was the one who was there for her and not Christian. Christian had left her, and he had been there to help her pick up the pieces. He was the one she slept next to day in and day out. He was there for her, Christian wasn't. He wanted her to feel HIM there and not Christian to look at him and not look for Christian. He just needed that.

Trish was equally as passionate, reaching between them to undo John's pants. She wanted him to know that she did know that he was the one who was there with her. Trish didn't want to plant seeds of doubt into John's mind. Yes, she missed Christian, but she was moving on. She was moving on and she just needed time, but she didn't want John to mistake that time for her never being able to feel something real with him. This was real, this fire, this passion between them was completely real and she needed him to feel that, to experience it with her.

"Wait, not against the door," she panted. "They'll hear."

"I don't give a shit who hears us," John said against her neck.

"John, no, not against the door," she said breathlessly, trying to push him away.

"I need you now Trish."

"John, please," Trish said, putting her legs down. "Please."

She didn't want to be pushing him away, she did need him. She hoped he didn't think that she was distracted again. So she initiated him moving, pushing him gently until the back of his legs hit the side of the couch and he fell softly against the cushions. He looked up at her, and she knew that she was the only one she saw. She looked down at him and wanted him to know that he was the only one she saw. She didn't need Christian, she didn't need him and she was proving that, to herself, to John, and somewhere out there, in the vast space between them, she was proving that to Christian.

Trish would have bigger demons to face though, because someone was coming back into her life…soon.