A/N: Okay, I so planned for this chapter to end differently but my Sandman muse had other ideas (thank god!). I also blame the end of this chapter on listening to a man named Peter Steele sing (his band is Type O Negative). Peter's got the deepest voice I have EVER heard on anyone and I'm a sucker for deep voices so it showed into the end of this chapter what I'm feeling while listening to him lol Please review and let me know what you think! Also, anyone interested in seeing what Peter looks like just contact me and I'll send you a photo!

"So what's going on tonight?" Illyria asked Jim as she curled her hair.

"Tommy and I do a run-in after Knox and Martin beat the F.B.I." Jim replied, changing his jeans and into a Sandman t-shirt. "We can leave after that if ya want."

"No, I want to stay and watch Terry become #1 contender." She said, grabbing her own Sandman t-shirt. "Jim did you mess with this?"

"Yeah, I cut the fucking thing a little more so your tat would show...want everyone to know who you belong to." He growled, capturing her around the waist and kissing her roughly.

"Fuck, do you two ever stop?" Terry's amused voice spoke up and Illyria shrieked in surprise, quickly covering her bra clad chest.

"Jesus Terry!" She exclaimed, slipping the shirt over her head as he and Jim laughed. "Knock next time would you?" Illyria teased, smiling.

"Sorry about that, the run-in is up soon so I figured you'd be dressed. You sticking around to watch my match?"

"Wouldn't miss it." She responded, kissing him on the cheek. There was a quick knock on the door and Tom walked in with Beulah. "See, at least he knows how to knock."

"That's because Beulah would kill him if he didn't, I on the other hand only have to worry about Jim taking my head off." Terry remarked and Illyria rolled her eyes.

"You're so lucky I love you Terry. Is it time?" Illyria asked Tom who was standing off to the side with Beulah laughing. "What the hell's so funny?"

"You two, it's like watching a live sitcom." Beulah informed her, giggling.

"Aw shut up before I put this spiked heel up your ass." Illyria warned, trying to sound serious but her own laughter gave her away.

"All right, all right baby...all these threats of violence are startin' to turn me on so we better go." Jim spoke up and Illyria smirked at him.

"Aww what's the matter Jimmy boy? Don't like me turning you on?" She asked, running her hand over his chest.

"Woman I swear..." Jim trailed off, grabbing for her. Illyria giggled and ducked away from him and out the door. "Get back here!"

"Come get me Mr. Sandman!" Illyria called out and turned her head when she heard footsteps behind her, smiling when she saw Tom following her. "Hey, ready to do this?"

"But of course." The match between Knox, Test and the F.B.I ended just as Jim got to them and they waited until Test and Knox started celebrating then the three of them took off towards the ring.

Test and Mike Knox saw them coming and ran out of the ring as fast as they could with Mike using Kelly Kelly as a human shield. Bunch of pussies. Illyria thought, watching Jim as he tried to hit them several times but missed. "Sandman it's no use, your backs aren't turned so they're scared." Illyria told him and he just growled. Fucking knock that shit off right now Jim. She thought, feeling her knees buckle a little.

Jim saw Illyria's knees buckle out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but feel a little satisfied. Fucking tease the hell out of me and that's what ya get baby. He thought, taking her hand as the three of them walked to the back. "What happened out there Lyria?" He asked, trying desperately to keep a straight face when she just shot him a dirty look.

"Asshole." Illyria muttered, fighting a smile of her own.

"Yeah but you love me for it huh?"

"Sadly yes and I'm seriously thinking about seeking help for it." She teased him and Tom laughed.

"Why you little..."

"Watch it Jim." Illyria warned him, smiling. "Wouldn't want to say something that might cause you not to get some for a while would you?"

"Like you could ever deny me sex." Jim stated confidently, smirking when her smile turned into a small frown. "Just admit it baby...you're addicted to me and couldn't go a day without it."

"Fucking asshole." Illyria mumbled, walking into their locker room. "I'm not admitting shit."

"All right, I'm gonna leave you two alone now...we getting together tomorrow still?" Tom asked and Illyria smiled.

"Yeah as far as I know."

"Okay, see you then." Tom said and walked out of the locker room.

"Come on baby, just admit you're fucking addicted to me." Jim growled in her ear and Illyria moaned softly.

"Dammit Jim! You already know I am but there's no way in hell I'm going to say it outright."

"I know you are Lyria but I want to hear you say it. Come on baby, let me hear you say it." He whispered in her ear, pulling her to him so her back was against his chest and he began grinding his hips against hers.

"Jim..." Illyria trailed off, sighing in pleasure.

"Say it baby and I'll give you what we both want."

"This isn't fair!"

"Life's not fair baby now are you gonna say it or not?" Jim asked, moving away from her a little and he chuckled when she pulled him back towards her. "Say it Lyria, say it now."

"Jim I..." She moaned when he moved them towards the couch and lifted one of her legs on it, pushing her forward a little and lifting her skirt up to her waist. Illyria felt him move away from her and turned her head to see him moving to lock the door then as fast as he was gone he was behind her again and she gasped when he tore her thong down her legs.

"Say it Lyria...please." He ground out as he undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor.

"God Jim, I'm addicted to you...so addicted." At this point Illyria knew she'd say any damn thing he wanted just to feel him inside of her.

"Thank you." Jim groaned, grabbing her hips with both hands and plunging into her as hard as he could.

"Oh fuck Jim."

"That's what I plan on doing baby." He chuckled, moving slowly in and out of her.

"Then fucking do it already!" She hissed, not in the mood for teasing.

"Anything you want." Jim complied, gripping her hips tighter as he did exactly what she wanted him to do until she was screaming out his name in her orgasm which caused him to follow closely behind. "See...I told you that you were addicted to me."

"Oh shut the hell up." Illyria sighed, falling against the couch.