Chapter 26

"Danielson, you have no idea how long I've waited to get my hands on you." Jon growled, locking electric on bewildered blue, grabbing Bryan and whipped him into the middle of the ring.

Running full force at him, Jon nearly took his head off with a clothesline as Bryan's body did an actual flip, landing with a sickening thump in the center of the ring. Joe and Colby instantly started stomping the hell out of him, erupting into balls of fists and feet as they punched and kicked every part of his body. Bianca didn't bother using the microphone anymore and watched it pure satisfaction as her brother got the shit kicked out of him by the Shield. They triple power bombed him and Jon turned to her, silently asking if she wanted them to give him another. Linda had the segment open for as long as they needed. Bianca nodded, pursing her lips together and watched as her brother received another power bomb, his body crashing to the mat with a sickening thud. "Wait." She held her hand up and walked over, staring down at her brother and saw the blood pouring out of his mouth. He must've had internal injuries. Good.

"Bry, I want you to watch this." She smacked his face, watching as his hazy eyes opened and turned around to face Jon. Then, she pulled his face down to hers and passionately kissed him right in front of her brother, using tongue and all.

NO, was all Bryan's mind could do was scream the word.

"Finish him so we can get the hell out of here." She mumbled against Jon's lips, feeling him release her with a nod and walked back toward the corner to watch the rest of the beat down commence.

The Shield all had sadistic smiles on their faces and knew they would be having an epic celebration at the hotel later that night. Bianca was finally his in the open with no one's approval necessary. Just to add insult to injury, the Shield actually took off their belts from their cargo pants and started swinging them in the ring before whipping him like a government mule. Bryan's skin had huge red welts on it from where the black leather struck against him. Finally, with one last triple power bomb, the Shield finished the dissection of Bryan Danielson and left the ring, heading back to the locker room. As soon as the door closed, Jon pinned Bianca to the door, wrapping her legs around his waist as soon as he lifted her by her hips. Their mouths hungrily sought out each other's and Bianca's fingers buried in his dishwater blonde curls while his hands caressed her panty clad backside since the dress was now bunched up around her hips.

"You were magnificent out there." She mumbled against his lips, moaning when their tongues touched and Bianca was suddenly lost in the moment with Jon, nothing else mattering.

Jon groaned, kissing down her neck flicking his tongue out against her earlobe. "I have a brilliant idea." He rasped, pulling away from her ear reluctantly to meet Bianca's hazy blues. "We aren't scheduled for Smackdown! this week because of Linda McMahon, which means we have Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday off. What do you say we head to your place? We'll hop on a plane and be there by 3 AM and catch a flight to come back on the road Friday? It's up to you, sweetheart."

Wholeheartedly agreeing with Jon, they were on the plane within the next hour, using one of Vince McMahon's jets to get there faster courtesy of Linda. She really did love that woman. Snuggling up against Jon the whole flight, they made small talk and eventually fell asleep against each other. A few hours later, they landed in Washington and Bianca made the half hour drive to her house that was deep in the woods. They arrived around 4 AM and Bianca was dead on her feet, ready to get some rest. Jon grabbed the bags, holding Bianca's hand as she lead him upstairs and unlocked the front door. It had just begun to rain, so the sound of the droplets tapping on her roof and windows were pure music to her ears. It was so great being home again.

"Make yourself at home, Jon." She murmured softly, releasing his hand to kick off her knee high boots and headed into the kitchen for something to drink while he ventured around, familiarizing himself with her place.

"Shower and bed, preferably in that order." Jon felt like a walking zombie, walking around looking at everything. "It's a good thing I had that electrician come out and fix your wiring after I sliced and diced it the night I kidnapped you." He said nonchalantly, flashing a cheesy grin. "Sorry. God this place is gorgeous. At least I now know why you didn't want to leave the confines of your house. It's so fucking comfortable and feels homey. It's out in the middle of the boonies so you can run around naked and not worry about neighbors, just the occasional bear or 2 or 6." He chuckled when she swatted his arm.

"I told you I forgive you, now stop bringing that up." Bianca ordered, reaching her hand up to caress his face with the back of her hand, accepting a soft kiss from him. "Come on, I'll show you the shower."

Lacing their fingers together, Bianca lead Jon down the hallway, pictures adorning both sides of her and Myron together. Once they arrived in her room, which was the master of the house, Bianca pointed to the bathroom while she walked over to sit on the bed, breathing in home. Glancing at her nightstand, Bianca lifted a picture up and stared down at it, running her fingertips down the glass. It was her wedding photo with Myron, both of them looking incredibly happy.

"I hope I'm doing what you want, Myron." She whispered, opening the drawer and placed the picture in it before standing up, changing out of her Shield dress and into a pale blue nightgown that went to her knees.

Pulling the comforter back, Bianca slid into her comfortable king sized bed and snuggled against her pillow, not realizing how tired she really was. But she refused to fall asleep until Jon joined her and she could feel his arms around her. Jon let the warm water cascade down his long 6'4 frame and enjoyed the balminess it brought to his tired sore muscles. Once he was sure he fogged up every part of the huge vanity mirror, Jon cut the water off and stepped out, draping a towel loosely around his muscular hips while towel drying his hair. After drying himself off, he slipped on a pair of boxer/briefs and navy blue pajama pants, picking up his mess and tossed the towels in the hamper, making sure to wipe anything down that might've gotten water on it. A slob he could be in his own place, but in someone else's that wasn't happening. He walked out and saw Bianca already in bed, wondering if she wanted him with her or not.

"Would you like me in here or in the spare room?"

It took her all of two seconds to pull the comforter back and pat the space beside her. Jon smiled with a nod and turned the light off, climbing into bed wrapping Bianca securely into his warm arms, softly pressing a kiss to her neck. Sleep is what they both needed and when they woke up, they could do whatever she wanted. Bianca wouldn't hear any complaints from him. She felt Jon's chin rest on top of her head, his fingers beginning to glide through her hair. Bianca took a shower earlier that day and didn't break a sweat during her brother's beating, so she didn't need a shower.

"I'm glad you're here." Bianca whispered sleepily, turning to bury her face in his chest, his arms remaining wrapped around her.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, not moving an inch and, unbeknownst to Jon, this was the first time Bianca ever slept in this bed with another man besides Myron. It felt right and damn near perfect. 8 hours later, Bianca's eyes slowly fluttered open to the sound of birds chirping outside of her window and the warmth of Jon's body pressed against hers. He still slept, snoring lightly and Bianca couldn't help admiring him for a few minutes while she woke up. Then carefully as to not wake him, Bianca slipped out of bed to use the bathroom and then headed downstairs to figure out what to make for breakfast. She was thinking homemade crepes were in order along with eggs, sausage links, bacon, fried potatoes and biscuits. Bianca also made sure to put coffee on since she knew Jon consumed a ridiculous amount in the morning. Hell, she was a java addict too.

Jon had never slept so peaceful in his life. For 8 straight hours, he held an angel in his arms and relished every second of it. Slowly opening his eyes the next morning, Jon felt around to pull the soft body he was aching to touch back in his arms, frowning when he felt nothing. The spot next to him was still warm, so Bianca couldn't have gotten up very long ago. Then mouthwatering scents wafted in the air as Jon's stomach rumbled to life, making him feel like he hadn't ate in years. He pulled himself from bed and headed downstairs, swiping his smokes off the coffee table he left them on the night before. Heading through the kitchen, Jon stopped long enough to kiss the top of Bianca's head and squeezed her waist slightly before heading out on the wraparound porch of the house to have his morning cigarette.

Bianca knew Jon would never give up smoking and she honestly didn't mind it. People had their vises and honestly she'd thought about picking it up a time or two. Honestly though, Myron never smoked and he was a huge influence on her growing up, so she never tried it. Flipping the crepes in the pan, Bianca turned on some soft music from her radio while she cooked, humming under her breath. She wore a terry cloth dark pink robe that was tied loosely around her waist and went to mid-thigh along with her nightgown, her feet bare. Her hair was up on top of her head in a messy curly bun since the curls hadn't fully gone away from last night. The sun was shining, the sky completely blue with just a few clouds, which didn't happen a lot in Washington. When Jon walked back inside, she already had a cup of coffee waiting for him and accepted a soft kiss.

"Breakfast will be done soon. I know you've gotta be starved." Winking, Bianca walked away from him to flip the crepes again and then began putting the fried done bacon on a paper towel covered plate. "And no, you're not helping me."

Jon chuckled, sipping his coffee and walked over, standing behind her. His hands started on her hips while his lips placed openmouthed kisses against her bare flesh on the right side, smirking. Bianca sucked in a breath and tilted her head to the side, giving him better access and Jon took it as a small opening. Pretty soon, his hands were softly sliding up and down the tops of her thighs in a circular motion, never touching what he really wanted. Jon just wanted her to feel good as his mouth moved to the back of her neck and ventured to the right side.

"I love the way your skin tastes on my tongue." He rasped in a low voice against her ear, softly kissing the spot just below it.

Everywhere he touched and kissed left a blazing after effect, her skin feeling like it was on fire. It was just them and nobody else. That thought both thrilled and terrified Bianca because she wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to hold out with Jon. All she wanted was to feel him buried to the hilt inside of her. Every dream she had was of him ever since the one with Myron and they all were of a sexual nature.

"And I officially love the way you make me feel with your tongue." She retorted in the softest of voices, her body melting against him as he continued the assault on her neck while his hands kept up the caressing on her thighs. "And your hands…"

It was a miracle she hadn't burnt anything, finishing up with the crepes as she slid them on a plate along with the sausage links. Everything else was finished and placed in the stove and microwave to keep warm. Turning the stove off, Bianca turned around and brought Jon's mouth down on hers and felt him lift her up, planting her on the counter so she was a little taller, their lips never breaking apart. Jon couldn't stop and cupped her face in his strong hands, nudging her thighs apart to stand between them. He felt her toes curl around his thighs through the pajama pants while their tongues slid together perfectly. Her soft hands slid up his arms, muscles rippling under her feather light touch and finally weaved them in his curls, moaning in his mouth. In return, his hands slid down her shoulders down her curvaceous sides, his thumbs lightly brushing against the sides of her breasts, but not touching them sexually. His mouth left hers to kiss down her throat to her collarbones, feeling her fingers tighten in his hair.

"You have no idea what I wanna do to you right now, Bianca. Tell me stop. Tell me we should eat breakfast and then go for a walk outside or something. Just tell me whatever you want because I'll do it." Jon confessed, not above begging at this point.

How could he say something like that at a time like this? Bianca craved him inside of her, but at the same time it was too soon. She still hadn't done what she came back here for and, until she did, Bianca couldn't have sex with Jon.

"God I don't want you to stop." She whimpered, sounding almost in pain and had to use every ounce of strength to pull back from him, immediately cupping his face in her soft hands. "You have no idea how much I want you right now…" Pressing her forehead to his, she felt Jon's arms wrap around her waist. "But it's too soon. And there's a reason I wanted you to come home with me for the 3 days we have off. I didn't come back here just because I missed it, even though that's a bonus. So until I do what I came here to do, I can't fall into bed with you. But you have to believe me this is killing me probably more than you since it's been over 5 years since a man has touched me and made me feel this way. Just…give me a little more time and I swear I'll make it up to you."