Chapter 27

"I told you – your pace. If you're not ready, that's fine. I'm not here to pressure you to do anything you don't wanna do. I'm here to help you relax and that's exactly what we're gonna do. Well, once we do whatever it is you want me here for. Then it'll be relaxing." Jon was adamant about them getting as much rest and relaxation as they could for the 3 days they were here. He knew Bianca wasn't used to all the traveling yet, so he wanted to make sure she was getting plenty of sleep and rest. "And besides, I don't want you to fall into bed with me. I will carry you there naked, but until we get to that point, let's have some breakfast and you can tell me why you brought me to this beautiful place." Kissing her mouth once more, Jon lifted her from the counter and planted her on her feet, tapping her nose.

"Thank you for being so understanding." Bianca murmured, leaning up on her tiptoes to hug him around the neck and felt Jon kiss the top of her head.

She reluctantly released him and pulled the plates out along with the food, resting all of it in a neat line on the island. They piled their plates and went to sit down in the living room, snuggling together on the couch. Turning the television on, Bianca handed the remote to Jon and rolled her eyes when he put ESPN on, not minding it. She was too busy stuffing her face anyway and as long as she got to spend time with Jon, it didn't matter what was on the television. This was perfect – too perfect – and Bianca was afraid the bubble would burst between them and she would lose Jon. Once they finished eating, -Jon had 3 servings- Bianca turned to fully face Jon and took the remote, pausing the program he was watching.

"Are you still interested to know why I invited you here?"

"I'm all ears, beautiful." He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her, depositing her on his lap. "I'm always interested to hear what you've got planned." Her natural scent was lilacs and it permeated the whole house, including her clothing, skin and hair. It was a scent Jon could get used to having around him for the rest of his life.

Bianca stared into his eyes, hoping he meant what he said because the place she wanted to take him wouldn't be all that thrilling. "I want to…" She trailed off, hesitating and suddenly kissed him, the scent of musk and cigarettes too intoxicating to ignore.

It was an addicting smell and overwhelmed Bianca to the point where she couldn't think of anything except the man in front of her. The nightgown she wore rode up her thighs and bunched around her waist, so her panty covered crotch brushed against the sudden bulge in his pajama pants. Dear Christ, he was huge and that made her entire body tremble with anticipation of having sex with Jon for the first time. Suddenly ripping her mouth from his, Bianca jumped off of Jon's lap and had to put some distance between them, her body screaming at her in protest.

"Sorry! Fuck, I didn't mean for that to go so far. I just…do you have any idea how addicting you are?" Did she really just blurt that out? Yes, yes she did. "Damn it, just…go get dressed. Put a damn shirt on because you're killing me. I'll show you instead of tell you."

Without another word, Bianca flew from the living room and into her bedroom, suddenly remembering Jon's things were in there. Quickly grabbing a shirt and jeans, Bianca went into the bathroom and closed the door, flipping the lock on it. If that man didn't have sex with her soon, Bianca would end up exploding and NOT in a good way.

"It was something I didn't wear, huh?" Jon called through the door, grabbing his suitcase from the bedroom and decided to change somewhere else.

He didn't want to fluster her with his half nakedness. Pulling on a pair of black jeans, sneakers and white t-shirt, Jon combed his hair a little and ran his fingers through the curls. He never liked his hair to look perfect, it seemed unnatural to him. Walking out of the spare bedroom, Jon jogged downstairs and waited for Bianca, chuckling from her earlier reaction.

"Come on Bianca, I'm fully dressed, I swear! I won't touch or entice you, I promise!" He called up the stairs a few minutes later when she didn't emerge, unable to resist teasing.

"I'll be right down!" Bianca called out, sifting through her bag that she hadn't unpacked yet and found what she was looking for.

Her diamond wedding ring that Myron gave her. Taking a deep breath, Bianca placed it in a small zip lock bag and placed it in her purse before heading back downstairs. She wore a simple burnt orange short sleeved top and black Capri's, black tennis shoes on her feet. Her hair remained up in the messy bun, her face clear of the makeup from the previous night since she'd washed it off.

"You can touch me all you want. I'd be disappointed if you didn't." She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips and chin softly, feeling his arm wrap around her waist. "Come on, it'll take a few minutes to get where I want to take you." Lacing her fingers with his, Bianca led Jon out of the house and could only hope he understood why she had to do this.

"You're the one who wanted me to get dressed and put on a shirt because I was addicting." He retorted with a smirk, watching her cheeks turn a deep crimson red. "You do know I'm going to remember that for the rest of my life, right?" She just nodded, looking away from him. "Where are we going anyway? Not that I'm complaining or anything, but I'm just a genuinely curious guy. One of these days it'll bite me on the ass."

"You'll see."

This was not going to be an easy thing to do, but Bianca had no choice. She felt Jon grab her hand and laced their fingers together, making a soft smile cross her face. He was so perfect and treated her well. Jon had a lot of qualities that Myron had, but he was his own person too. His ticks for instance were something no man on the planet had – at least in her opinion. Jon brought her hand up to brush his lips against her knuckles, sending shivers down Bianca's spine. Before they left Washington, she would give herself to him, more than ready to take the plunge. 20 minutes later, Bianca pulled up to the place and stared at the iron gates, seeing the realization dawn on Jon's face. Squeezing his hand, Bianca drove through the gates and headed to the far back of the establishment, pulling over a few minutes later before cutting the ignition. Cracking a sad smile, Bianca hoped Jon wasn't mad at her for this and stepped out of the car, shouldering her purse waiting for him to get out.

"If you can't do this, I'll understand, but there's something I've got to do at Myron's grave."

Jon didn't expect this and shook his head, stepping out of the car with her. "No, I said whatever you needed me to do, I'll do it and I meant it." He joined her side and placed his hand on the small of her back because holding her hand wouldn't be respectful while visiting her deceased husband's grave. "You lead, I'll follow. If you can't do it, let me know. I'll do my best to help anyway I can."

Cemetery's freaked Jon out. Something about dead people watching him or the fact no one was immortal and someday he would end up in a joint like this. He could only hope Bianca would be buried next to him when his time ended. Bianca nodded, taking his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, letting him know how appreciative she was he was here for her. Releasing his hand, Bianca stepped up to the stone and could already feel tears sting her eyes, but she managed to hold them back. Staying strong was the key because if she started bawling at her husband's grave, she would give Jon the wrong idea and possibly scare him away.

Myron Davidson
A Loving Husband
Gone & Never Forgotten
June 22, 1985 – May 5, 2007

Lowering herself to the grave, Bianca reached a trembling hand out to run across the engraving and closed her eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "Hey My." She called him that from the moment they met and it was a personal nickname that only Bianca called him. "Sorry I couldn't make it sooner, but I was wrapped up in a couple things that I already know you're aware of. I took the WWE contract and will not be working alongside my friends and…the new man in my life. His name is Jonathan Good. I know I've mentioned him a time or two to you, but it was always with the name Moxley. Bryan hated him when he wrestled in the Indies, remember?" Bianca chuckled, but there was absolutely no humor within it. "Bryan betrayed me, My. He broke my heart and I made him pay for it with the help of Jon and his friends. I know deep down he had the best intentions for me because I was wasting away being cooped up at home. I just didn't want to face the world without you. But that's all changed in the blink of an eye and I don't regret any of it. I don't know if it was just a dream I had or if you really came to me, but that's what ultimately convinced me to take this off and move on." Pulling out her wedding ring, Bianca sniffled and wiped her tears away, not pulling her gaze from the stone. "I really hope you meant what you said about moving on with my life, My, because I have. Jon is good to me and treats me right, always giving me comfort when I need it. It's crazy how well he can read me and he really reminds me of you in that aspect. You always knew when I was upset and always knew what to do to cheer me up. Jon does the same thing. Something tells me you had a role in all of this because Bryan normally would've never thought up of a scheme like abduction. That's just not who our family is. So if you are responsible for giving him that insane idea, I guess I should say thank you and I'm kicking your ass when I see you again someday." Staring down at the ring, Bianca held it close to her heart for a second and finally slipped it out of the zip lock bag. "Anyway, I've rambled enough and I don't want to keep Jon, but there is a reason I came here today. I came to give you this." Pulling out a small shovel, Bianca began digging a small hole right in front of the stone because she knew it wouldn't be messed with more than likely. "There's no way I can keep this anymore now that I'm moving on with Jon and I refuse to get rid of it because I know you personally picked it out for me. So I want you to have it. Take it with you in death and hopefully it'll let you rest in peace a little easier knowing I'm living again." When the hole was deep enough, at least 2 feet, Bianca kissed the ring and dropped it inside, immediately starting to cover it up with the dirt she dug up. She made sure to rip some grass up to blend it in with the rest of the grass that covered his grave. "I have to go now, Myron. It's time for me to start the next chapter of my life…without you." Her voice broke on the last two words because it was the first time she admitted them out loud. "I will always love you though. You have a piece of my heart with you forever and always." Leaning forward, Bianca kissed the stone and gripped it with her hands, forcing herself to rise to her feet. "Goodbye My, keep watching over me."

Turning around, Bianca immediately went into Jon's open arms and buried her face in his chest, crying her heart out against him. She held it together as long as she could and could only hope Jon understood the kind of love she had for her dead husband wasn't the same as it used to be. Immediately, Jon wrapped his arms around Bianca and held her tightly, letting her cry on him. He had to get her out of the cemetery, it wouldn't do any good for her to stand there and cry, especially when dark clouds started rolling in. The day had started out so beautiful and it looked as though a rainy afternoon was about to wash away the blue skies. Jon leaned down and gently lifted Bianca in his arms, kissing her temple.

"Come on, sweetheart, we gotta get back to your place before the storm hits."

He cradled her against his chest while walking back to the car and placed her in the passenger seat, slipping behind the wheel moments later. The ride was made in silence back to the house and Bianca's hand never left Jon's for a second, not until they arrived. He walked around the car and lifted her in his arms again, a streak of lightning igniting the sky. Once inside, Jon told her to kick her shoes off while he did the same and carried her upstairs, laying them both in bed.

"What you did today was very brave, Bianca. I'm so proud of you for doing that and moving on. Not a lot of people in your position would've been able to go through that." Jon murmured, comforting her the only way he knew how and kissed the top of her head.

"So you're not mad at me for not telling you?" Bianca sniffled a little, her tears subsiding and felt Jon turn her until she stared up into his beautiful blues.

She smiled when he shook his head and cupped his face with her hand, bringing his mouth down on hers in a soft tender kiss. Bianca relished in the feeling of Jon hovering over her like this, loving his body weight. Jon was so tender and loving with her, it really warmed Bianca's heart, convincing her even more he was meant to come into her life. Bianca already knew she was falling for him and it scared her because they hadn't even slept together yet. Was it wrong of Bianca to want sex from Jon after visiting her deceased husband's grave? Pushing up on her elbows, Bianca continued kissing Jon as she rolled him to lay on his back, swinging her leg over to straddle him. Breaking the kiss, Bianca immediately slid her lips to his neck and began her assault, following her body's burning instincts. She was such a whore, but it'd been 5 very long years since a man had affected her this strongly and now that Bianca's weight was gone, she had no problem delving into a passion haze with Jon.