CHAPTER 3

The drive to the hotel was silent. There was a lot tension as well. John was gripping the steering wheel hard. He was still pissed off at what Batista had said and done. Multiple times, he thought about going back and beating up on Batista again but didn't. He didn't want Mickie to go through that again.

Mickie, on the other hand, was thinking of ways to calm John down. She knew he was still riled up. She knew something like this was going to happen. There was reason she didn't want to tell John about what had happened. She let out a big sigh and stared out the window.

"What's wrong?"

Mickie looked at John who was still gripping the steering wheel. She took one of his hands into her own and held onto it. Some of the tension left John.

"Everything that happened tonight."

John let out a low growl.

"That should've never happened."

"You know he was trying to get a rise out of you."

"I know. I just don't want anything to happen to you."

"Nothing is gonna happen. If Batista didn't get it before, he got it now."

John smirked and kissed Mickie's hand. They made it to the hotel, grabbed their bags and went to the lobby. They saw a crowd of their friends gathering near the bar. They walked towards the crowd and Mickie smiled. CM Punk and Chelsea were in the middle of the crowd. CM Punk was talking to Chelsea for a moment, and then got down on one knee. Chelsea started shaking and tears were coming out of her eyes. Punk took out a box and opened it. Inside was a three karat emerald ring.

"Chelsea, we've been together for ten years. We had our ups and downs and I love you very much. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Chelsea nodded and said "Yes."

Punk got up, put ring on Chelsea's finger and kissed her. Chelsea gushed over the ring with a few of the divas. The guys congratulated Punk. Mickie and John went to their hotel room. John fell onto the bed face first and groaned.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Mickie.

"I just remembered something."

"What?"

"Punk's and Chelsea's room is right next to ours right?"

Mickie's eyebrow rose.

"Yes. Why?"

"With them being newly engaged, you know what going to happen right?"

"Why do you keep messing with them?"

"You know what's going to happen!"

"Yes. Sex. I know. It happens."

"All the time. There have been people complaining about them being too loud."

"Every other wrestler besides Randy and Chris complains because they're not getting any."

John snorted causing Mickie to let out a snicker.

"Although that's true, it's not just them. There have been other people complaining as well."

"They're probably not getting any either."

John busted out laughing.

"You're so snarky today."

Mickie shrugs her shoulders.

"I can't help it."

Suddenly, they heard a headboard banging against the wall and moaning.

"I told you."

"You don't even know it's them." Mickie said

They listened as the banging continued. The moaning got a little louder. A second later, they heard" Do you like that Evan?"

Mickie's and John eyes got wide.

"I thought you said Punk and Chelsea were next to us?"

"They are. I was with Punk when he got his room."

The moaning got louder and louder.

"You don't think-?"

Mickie shot John with a scandalized look.

"No! Chris and Evan would never do that."

"You don't know for sure."

"Oh. What am I going to do with you?"

John smirked.

"Kiss me."

Mickie smiled. She leaned down and kissed John. John deepened the kiss and pulled Mickie towards him. He moved towards Mickie's neck as he took off her jacket. Mickie let out a loud moan as John sucked on her neck, leaving a hickey. John pulled away and took off his shirt. Mickie removed her shirt and was about to take off her bra but John stopped her.

"What's wrong?" she asked

"Nothing, I want to remove it myself."

Mickie let her arms drop as John moved his arms around Mickie to her back and unhooked her bra. He removed the bra and sat felt a blush creep on her face. John smirked.

"There's no need to blush. You're beautiful."

He sat up and took off her shorts to see the red, lacey panties she had on. He let out a wolf whistle and Mickie slapped him playfully on the arm. John chuckled. Mickie sat back on the bed and said "Time for you to strip mister."

"Yes Ma'am."

John stood up and moved in front of Mickie. He grabbed her hands and placed them on the button of his shorts.

"I thought you were going to strip? She asked

"I want you to help me."

Mickie popped the button open and started at John as she pulled the shorts down. John stepped out of them and Mickie let out a wolf whistle of her own. John smirked and pounced on Mickie, who let out a laugh. They made-out for a while with John kissing all the way down Mickie's body until he got to the red, lacey panties.

He pulled the panties off inch by inch, leaving little kisses on the exposed skin. Soon, the panties were off completely and he locked eyes with Mickie. He moved his toward her clit and slowly licked it. Mickie shivered. Soon, he launched a full assault on her clit, nibbling and sucking on it. Mickie let out a yelp and moaned. Her hips bucked and John had to hold onto them. Mickie grabbed onto John's head and moved against his mouth. John licked the outer lips of her labia, and then moved to the inside.

Mickie was trembling mess by the time John moved back to the clit, nibbling on it again. It caused Mickie to tremble even more. John stuck his tongue inside her as far as he could go. Mickie almost screamed as her climax began to build. Seconds later, her orgasm washed over, bathing John's face. John moved his head away and licks most of her juices off his face.

"That was fun." Mickie said

"It's not over yet."

John moved to his duffle bag and got a condom. He went back to the bed and Mickie took the condom from him. He had a confused look on his face as Mickie pushed him onto the bed. She ripped open the package, takes the condom out, and puts it on him with her mouth. John groaned at the sight. As soon as Mickie was done, he flips them over so he was on top. He positioned himself at her entrance and kisses Mickie. Mickie wraps her arms around John and John pushes himself into her.

Once he was fully seated, he stayed still for a moment. She felt as tight as the first time they were intimate. After a minute, Mickie moved her hips, signaling she was ready. John started at a slow and gentle pace. They both kissed each other, their tongues battling for dominance. Soon, John picked up the pace.

"Yes!" Mickie yelled out.

John began hitting that spot deep inside of Mickie, causing her to squirm. Her hands clawed at John's back leaving little marks. Sweat started to show, leaving sheen on their bodies. Mickie cried out as every thrust pulled her closer and closer to her orgasm.

"Close, so close."

John grabbed the headboard with one of his hands for more leverage. The other hand was rubbing Mickie's clit. Minutes later, Mickie cried out as her climax washed over her. She held onto John, her womanhood tightening around John's cock. Seconds later, John came with a groan. He collapsed onto Mickie, both trying to catch their breath.

He soon got up and disposed of the condom. He went back to the bed to see Mickie sleep. He smirked.

"I still got it."

He was about to get back into bed when his cell phone rang. He took it out of his bag and looked the id. It was his brother Matt. They talked for a while, and then hung up. John got back into bed and pulled the covers over him and Mickie. He was just about to go to sleep when he heard a headboard banging against the wall. He groaned, waking Mickie up. She heard the noise as well and asked "Again?"

A second later, they heard the chanting of CM Punk's name.

"I Told you they were right next to us!"