A/N: The original post date for this story was Valentine's Day 2012. Since I'm organizing my M-rated John Cena and Randy Orton one-shots, it will appear here.

Arielle Richards had bad luck with boyfriends for the most part. One boyfriend turned out to be a drug dealer, one was a drug user, and the most recent ex was actually a homosexual. The 'most recent ex' was actually a year ago. For this reason, Arielle thought there was something wrong with her. Her best guy friend, John Cena, would always say to her that it was all in her head. 'What guy doesn't like black hair'? He would say. 'What guy doesn't like hazel eyes'? He would say. 'What guy doesn't like a large rack with a huge ass'? That last comment would make Arielle blush, and, despite John's reassurance, she still felt insecure about her appearance. If all these things he said were true, why did she seem to only attract the undesirables?

This new guy she was with, James Sanders, was different. He was a lawyer, straightedge, and definitely heterosexual. To Arielle, that was already an improvement. Like every relationship, Arielle and James had their issues. Usually, it was little things like who paid the bill when they went out for dinner or what movie to go see. As time went by, James started to change. He would take later shifts and start smelling differently. Arielle believed nothing of it at first, until the late night phone calls started to happen. Still, she refused to believe that her relationship with James was over. It was just that bump in the road that all couples would go through and if they get through it, it's smooth sailing.

Arielle hoped to get over that bump today. Valentine's Day. The most romantic day of the year where couples go all out to show their love. She told James she was cooking dinner, so it was peculiar to her as to why he hadn't done so much as call to say he was working a late shift. She thought because it was Valentine's Day, he would try to surprise her. While she was baking the macaroni and cheese, James would appear behind her with a large bouquet of pink roses, her favorite, and a box of chocolate. Cliché, but classic. After Arielle settled that thought into her brain, she was able to get through cooking the dinner with a huge grin on her dimpled face. This was going to Arielle's best Valentine's Day ever.

She was making macaroni and cheese, cabbage, steak, and baking a cake. Chocolate cake with vanilla frosting, his favorite. She knew that he would love and appreciate her taking a day off of work to do all this for him.

Arielle took a break from cooking to look down at her phone. She noticed that he still hadn't called her. Arielle kept telling herself he was busy at the office. That explanation seemed to losing its credibility the longer the night went on and the closer the food was to being ready.

One was she kept herself occupied was listening to a recording of RAW play in the connecting room. She occasionally glanced over at the screen to watch the matches. She just saw one of her only favorite Divas on the roster, Tamina Snuka, hit Brie Bella with the Superfly Splash. Hearing all the excitement kept the loneliness she was starting to feel in her heart at bay. For a time.

Arielle jumped at the sound of her front doorknob being moved. James was finally here. Just in time too. She just finished cooking dinner and was now putting the frosting on the cake. She felt footsteps coming towards the kitchen and knew it was either James or a serial killer. Suffice to say it was the latter; the butcher knife was in her sights.

When she felt arms wrap around her and a small kiss placed on her neck, she knew it was James. He had pink roses in his hands, along with some chocolate. "Baby, you're so sweet." Arielle turned around in the arms of her boyfriend and realized that it wasn't her boyfriend in her arms. It was her best friend. "Why are you here pretending like you're my boyfriend?"

"If he's not going to spend Valentine's Day with you, then I am," John replied.

Arielle turned her head to the TV screen, only to see him and Eve making out. Her eyebrows raised and turned back to John. "Shouldn't you be stealing your best friend's girlfriend?"

John rolled his eyes at her. "You're so funny, Arielle. How about you make me a plate?"

"That's almost as bad as asking me to make you a sandwich."

"Fine, I'll make my own plate. If that deadbeat you call a boyfriend-

Arielle cut him off immediately. "Don't start, John. Please, don't start."

"I'm just saying, Arielle, why is he not here? It's Valentine's Day."

"He's a lawyer. He probably has some huge case-

"That could wait a day. The American legal system isn't going anywhere. It's corrupt anyway," John replied.

"This coming from the man who was swapping spit with his best friend's girlfriend," Arielle shot back before turning around to finish putting frosting on the cake.

"That's just a storyline. Your boyfriend could be swapping spit with his little secret- John stopped midsentence and just stared at Arielle. He could see the sadness on her face even when she wasn't facing him. That's how in tune he was with her. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, happy she didn't slap his hand away. "Arielle, I hate seeing you sad."

"I was perfectly fine, and then you showed and started slandering my boyfriend," Arielle answered, trying to keep her tears out of the cake.

John pulled Arielle close and wiped away her tears with his index finger. "Arielle, I'm sorry. It's just that, when you call me and tell he hasn't called you, he smells funny, and all this other bullshit, I just wanna punch him. You don't deserve it, Arielle." He placed a kiss on her shoulder. Arielle looked down at her cell phone again. Still, nothing from James. She decided to take him out of her brain and focus on the sensations her best friend was making her feel.

"I have bad luck with boyfriends. I think I've dated just about every type of man: Drug dealer, Drug user, Closet backdoor ho and now a cheater. When will love turn in my favor? That's all I want John. I want a guy who compliments me when I feel like shit. A guy who laughs at my corny jokes and can take me kicking his ass in a video game. I'm not asking for Prince Charming, but I'm asking for a guy who can be my best friend and my boyfriend."

John backed away from Arielle and spun her around so she would look him in the eyes. "Too bad that guy, is just your best friend." John placed a kiss on Arielle's forehead and picked up the flowers. He held them out for Arielle and she took them. "If you let me, I'll be that guy for you. I'll take care of you, Arielle."

Arielle looked in his eyes. Other than the fact that they were the most beautiful shade of blue she's ever seen, she saw love and sincerity. Still, that doubt was in her mind. "I'm not good enough for you, John. You're perfect."

John cupped her cheek and placed a light kiss on her lips. "Arielle, you're gorgeous in every sense of the word. I wish I realized that sooner. It would've saved you a lot of heart break." He grabbed her hips and kissed her. Their tongues danced in each other's mouth as John savored the taste of his best friend. To John, it was the sweetest thing ever. Then, Arielle pushed him away. "Arielle, what's the matter?"

Arielle looked up at John and smiled. "I don't want my food to get cold."

John smiled back at her and nodded his head. "Agreed. We should eat the food, and then I'll eat you." Arielle blushed at the not so subtle sexual remark.

"Okay, make our plates and I'll change into something more comfortable. I'll meet you in the dining room." She kissed his lips and went upstairs to her room. John did as she said and made a plate for both of them. He even cut a piece of cake for the both of them. He carried both of their plates into the dining room before going back into the kitchen to get the roses. He placed them in an empty vase of Arielle's dining table. He sat down at the table and waited for Arielle to make her presence.

Arielle's pink bustier dress clung to her body like a second skin. Her breasts threatened to pop out and it was well above her knees, most of the material being used to cover her ass. She knew John would appreciate the outfit, way more than James ever would.

She went downstairs, half expecting John to already be done with the food. He could never control himself when it came to her cooking. When she arrived in the dining room, he hadn't touched a single thing on his plate.

John felt his erection bite his jeans zipper as he watched Arielle enter the dining room. He pulled her chair out and closer to him. She smiled at him and sat in the chair.

"You seemed more focused on me than the food," she said seductively. She crossed her legs, giving John an unobstructed view of her ass.

John smiled as he turned away from Arielle and took a bite of the food she made. As usual, Arielle made the best food. He and Arielle ate the food in silence, but it was a comfortable silence. John occasionally stole a glance at Arielle and she would smile at him. About halfway through finishing his food, he placed a hand on Arielle's thigh. She moved his hand closer to her panties, letting him feel how wet she was. John wasn't sure if he could finish the rest of his food without thinking about Arielle's horniness.

Arielle finished her food first. "Well, I know you liked the cake, John. However, I have a tastier treat for you."

John dropped his fork with the macaroni and cheese on it and lifted Arielle up over his shoulder. He guided her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed.

"First things first," he started, "We're no longer friends after this. Our relationship goes to the next level."

Arielle nodded frantically, "Agreed." She watched as John kissed the inside of her thighs and pulled down her panties.

John continued kissing the inside of her thighs while Arielle moaned. She put her hands on his head and moved him towards her wet pussy. He stuck two fingers inside of her throbbing heat while he licked her sensitive clit. Arielle moaned and grinded her hips against his two fingers and head.

He placed kisses on her clit, "I love you, Arielle."

"Uhhh...huh," she moaned as John continued to lick her clit. John jumped a little when he felt Arielle's hands in his scalp and he licked even faster. "John…I'm cumming," she moaned loudly.

"Don't come yet," he lifted his head and just fingered her, "Tell me you love me."

"Ohhh….I…love…you," Arielle gasped out. she screamed his name one more time as her orgasm hit her like a wave. John licked one of his fingers clean of her juices with a satisfied moan and put his other finger in Arielle's mouth for her to taste. She sucked John's finger like it was an ice cream cone and he pulled out of her mouth with a loud pop.

"Pass me the condom," John instructed. Arielle got a condom from off the table near her bed and gave it to him. he tore it open and pulled down his jeans and boxers. John put the condom on and fully thrusted inside of Arielle.

John almost came as soon as he felt himself inside of Arielle's tight, warm pussy. he thrusted hard inside of her and loved the sound of her loud moans. John moved a strand of her out of her face and kissed her pouty lips. They were so warm and inviting to her that he couldn't help it.

"You're a queen, Arielle. My queen," John moaned and he meant it. there was nothing he wouldn't do for her and the same went for Arielle.

"Queens are on top," she moaned and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. John took the hint and moved his body onto the body so that Arielle was on top.

"Damn Arielle…you're so fucking tight," he groaned as he sunk his fingers into her ass cheeks. He used them to move her up and down on his erect cock. John closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly enjoying the feel of Arielle on top of him. he felt himself about to nut all over the condom and was trying to help himself.

"Cum with me, John," Arielle moaned, "Let's cum together." John groaned loudly as he and Arielle came all over the condom. Arielle collapsed on top of John as she rested her head on his chest.

"Can I take care of you?" John asked Arielle.

Arielle reached up to kiss his lips. "Anytime."

(Chorus)
Know you've been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you
I've loved and I've lost

(Verse 1)
I've asked about you and they told me things
But my mind didn't change
And I still feel the same
What's a life with no fun? please don't be so ashamed
I've had mine, you've had yours we both know
We know, they don't get you like I will
My only wish is I die real
Cause that truth hurts, and those lies heal
And you can't sleep thinking that he lies still
So you cry still, tears all in the pillow case
Big girls all get a little taste
Pushing me away so I give her space
Dealing with a heart that I didn't break
I'll be there for you, I will care for you
I keep thanking you just don't know
Trying to run from that, say you're done with that
On your face girl, it just don't show
When you're ready, just say you're ready
When all the baggage just ain't as heavy
And the party's over, just don't forget me
We'll change the pace and we'll just go slow
You won't ever have to worry,
You won't ever have to hide
You've seen all my mistakes
So look me in my eyes
(Chorus)
Cause if you let me, here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you
I've loved and I've lost

(Verse 2)
Yeah
It's my birthday, I'll get high if I want to
Can't deny that I want you, but I'll lie if I have to
Cause you don't say you love me
To your friends when they ask you
Even though we both know that you do (you do)
One time, been in love one time
You and all your girls in the club one time
All so convinced that you're following your heart
Cause your mind don't control what it does sometimes
We all have our nights though, don't be so ashamed
I've had mine, you've had yours, we both know
We know, you hate being alone
You ain't the only one
You hate the fact that you bought the dream
And they sold you one
You love your friends but somebody shoulda told you somin' to save you

Instead they say,
Don't tell me, I don't care
If you hurt, I don't tell you
You don't care, if you're true

Don't tell me, I don't care
If you hurt, I don't tell you
You don't care, if you're true

(Chorus)
Know you've been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you
I've loved and I've lost

A/N: I actually didn't know I pretty much had a story similar to the lyrics of the song until I looked it up after I was half-way finished. I started writing this story on Friday, but I didn't finish 'til today. That's why the John Cena-Eve tonsil hockey moment is in there. I can't front, I had a fan girl moment.