Illyria and Jim walked into the hotel together after she had received a phone call from Sara letting her know that Tom was keeping Rob in his room until they were able to get there safely which she was very thankful for. "Well, I suppose I should go to Tom's room and try to talk some sense into him."

"I'm going with you."

"Jim you don't have to...he's probably going to be in fight mode and I really don't want to see the two of you fighting." She said, trying to convince him to stay away.

"Fuck Lyria, I've been in worse shit for even dumber things than this. I'm not going to stand around and watch you be fucking miserable for the rest of your damn life, he needs to learn to grow the fuck up and let you go." Jim stated and Illyria sighed, she knew there was no use in trying to argue with him because he could be a stubborn asshole at times.

"All right Jim. Just promise me that you won't start anything."

"I'm not going to do a damn thing unless he starts some shit." She nodded as they got into the elevator and she pressed the button for the floor Tom was staying on. Jim could see her shaking and knew that she was nervous about what would happen when he and her dumbass brother got face to face so he did the only thing he knew to do...he reached over and pushed the emergency stop button causing her to look at him in shock and confusion.

"What the hell did you...mmmm." Illyria moaned as his lips came in contact with hers in a hard, passionate kiss. She reached up with one hand and ran it through his short blonde hair as the other one ran over his chest causing him to growl into her mouth. They kissed for what seemed to be hours but in reality was only a few minutes before Jim pulled away, breathing heavily. "Why?" She asked, unable to form a complete sentence at the moment and he laughed a little as he held her close.

"Only way I knew to get you to calm the fuck down."

"Yeah, well, if I get that every time I get nervous...expect me to get nervous a hell of a lot more." Illyria giggled and blushed.

"And your brother worried about me warping your mind." He laughed, reaching over to start the elevator up again.

"I told you my mind was already warped, that you couldn't do much else to it."

The elevator stopped and she went to get out but was stopped by Jim as he reached out with both arms capturing her around the waist and pulled her roughly against his body. "Oh, I'm sure I can." He growled in her ear causing her to shiver in pleasure then he let her go. Illyria took a deep breath trying to calm her racing heart and rapid breathing when they reached Tom's hotel room then she knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Tom called out.

"It's Lyria." The door opened a few seconds later by Rob who was smiling until he saw Jim standing behind her and his face quickly turned into a scowl.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too Rob." Jim chuckled, pushing Illyria gently into the room so he could get in himself. "I wasn't about to let her face the firing squad alone."

"There is no damn firing squad! Since you are here though...what are your intentions with my sister?" Rob asked and Illyria couldn't help but laugh causing him to look at her strangely.

"Rob what the fuck? What are his intentions with me? You make it sound like we're back in fucking high school again! I'm going to let you in on a little secret Rob that only Sara knew until tonight when I told Jim...I've had a crush on him for eleven years, eleven fucking years Rob! Tell me something, if I'm such the little girl that you are making me out to be then tell me why since I turned eighteen I've been taking care of myself."

"You know I had my career Lyria." Rob tried to reason with her.

"Yeah and I understand that but you also have a family too! I like Jim, I have since I was seventeen years old when I first met him and you're just going to have to get over it."

"He's fifteen years older than you Illyria!"

"Wow! Really? I didn't know! You're fifteen years older than me?" She asked Jim who chuckled.

"Yeah, quite a fucking shock isn't it?"

"I'd say so! I don't give a shit about his age Rob, I never have and if he doesn't give a damn about mine then I'm fine with it." She stated, shrugging.

"What are other people going to think of me if they know twenty-eight year old sister is dating a man who's almost forty-three?"

"Oh for the love of god Rob! First of all, we're not dating...I don't even know if he wants to. Secondly, I'm sorry to tell you this big brother but for once...this isn't about you! It's about me and my happiness. I haven't dated anyone since Adam Birch because I knew the minute I did you'd scare them off so if I do start dating Jim at least I know he won't be one you can scare off." By the time she was finished, Illyria stood there looking at her brother in tears. "Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to go stay with Sara and Mark for the rest of the night before I say something I may seriously regret." She walked over to Tom and gave him a hug. "Thank you." Illyria whispered.

"No problem, just be careful." He whispered back and she nodded.

Illyria walked hesitantly over to her brother and was surprised when he enveloped her in a hug. "I love you Rob."

"I love you too Lyria." He let her go and watched as she picked up her bag then Jim opened the door for her and they both walked out of the room.

"You okay Lyria?" Jim asked her and she smiled weakly at him.

"I could use another drink actually. How about I call Sara and have her and Mark meet us at the bar downstairs?"

"Sounds good." He agreed, smiling. Illyria nodded and pulled out her cell phone, dialing Sara's number she waited for her to answer.

"Hello?"

"Sara? It's Lyria, Jim and I are back at the hotel. I just got into a huge fight with Rob and could really use a drink and Jim...well, he could always use a drink so we were wondering if you and Mark wanted to meet us in the bar downstairs?" She asked as they stepped back into the elevator.

"Sure! Just give us about ten minutes." Sara said.

"Actually I was also wondering if I could..."

"Lyria?" Jim spoke up.

"Yeah? Hang on Sara." Illyria put her hand over the receiver and turned to him. "Yeah?"

"I've got double beds in my room, you're more than welcome to stay with me if ya want." He offered and she smiled.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"All right." She took her hand back of the receiver and turned her attention back to her conversation on the phone. "Sara?"

"Yep?"

"Make it about fifteen minutes. I was going to ask you if I could stay with you and Mark tonight but Jim has double beds in his room and offered to let me stay there so I want to go change really quick."

"You think it's a wise idea to stay with him?" Sara asked, laughing.

"Fuck Sara! We almost went at it in the bar tonight." Illyria giggled.

"YOU WHAT?" Sara screamed and she had to pull the phone away from her ear causing Jim to laugh.

"Okay, well there just went my left ear...thanks so much Sara."

"Sorry but did I hear you right? Did you just say the two of you almost went at it in the bar?"

"Yeah that's what I said, he kissed me and we both got a little...carried away." Illyria explained, blushing slightly as she felt Jim's eyes on her and they arrived at his room.

"What is it with you getting carried away around him?"

"The hell if I know! I gotta go now, we're at his room."

"Okay, see you soon." Illyria hung up the phone and followed Jim into the room after he unlocked the door only to stop dead in her tracks, her eyes growing wide and her jaw falling to the floor at the sight before her. There in the middle of the room was one king-size bed instead of two doubles and she looked at Jim in shock.

"Shit! All that damn beer must be getting to me, I could've swore there was two beds in here." He said but she could tell by the evil gleam in his eyes that he knew all along that there was only one bed.

"You knew Jim so don't try and blame the beer." She accused him, trying to sound pissed but was failing miserably.

"Yeah, you're right. You want to go stay with the Callaway's?"

"No, it's fine. We're both adults here...though I'm not too sure about you, playing a trick on me like that." Illyria giggled. "I'm going to get changed then we'll head downstairs." She grabbed a pair of jeans and a low-cut black tank top then went into the bathroom. One bed! Damn, this is gonna test my limits. She thought as she changed her clothes and fixed her hair and make-up. Illyria walked back out into the bedroom and saw him laying on the bed watching tv. "You ready?"

"Yeah, let me change my shirt real quick." He stripped off his ECW One Night Stand t-shirt and Illyria gasped at the sight of him.

Must resist urge to touch, must resist urge to touch. She chanted over and over again silently. "Nice beer belly." Illyria teased him and Jim laughed.

"You know you love it."

Damn straight I do! "Oh yeah? What makes you think that?"

"The fact that you have yet to take your eyes off me." He chuckled. Illyria went to open her mouth to say something but quickly closed it again because she knew he was right.

"You suck Jim!" She said, turning away from him to hide the blush that was rapidly starting to spread across her face. Illyria gasped again when she felt him wrap his arms around her waist from behind, his naked skin touching hers and she couldn't resist the urge to lean back against him. "Quit trying to..." Her sentence was cut off by him leaning down and kissing her neck. "Oh fuck!" Illyria hissed when she felt him bite down gently and suck on the spot, leaving his mark. "Jim we need to mmm get downstairs." She moaned, not really wanting to leave but she knew Mark and Sara were waiting on them.

"Yeah we better." He agreed and she could hear the strain in his voice. Jim took her hand and they made their way downstairs to the bar after he put another t-shirt on.