Chapter 28

Jon groaned from low in his throat, not believing he was about to take the high road. Now was not the time for them to be doing this though. He had no choice and gripped Bianca's shoulders, pulling back gently but firmly to stare up in her eyes. "Time out, beautiful. As much as I want you and believe me I do, you can feel how much I want you, I want you to make absolutely sure this is what you want. I don't want you doing it because you THINK you have to from the closure today. We don't have to rush into this. I will wait for you as long as it takes. I want you physically, emotionally and mentally ready when I make love to you for the first time."

"Why can't you just let this happen? Why do you have to be the sensible one?" Bianca grumbled, sounding like a spoiled child at the moment and she didn't care. Her body was going to end up rebelling against her if she kept putting herself in these tense predicaments with Jon. As much as she hated admitting it, Bianca knew he was right and hated that he was. "Damn it all to hell."

She pushed against Jon's chest to sit on top of him and folded her arms in front of her chest, her entire face flushed along with the rest of her body. Jon sat up with her and Bianca rested her hands on his shirt covered chest, feeling the muscles rippling through the thin fabric. That did NOTHING to quench the fire writhing within her body.

"Sorry…"

"No, I'm sorry." Jon kissed her forehead, hoping he did the right thing by pushing her away. "I just want you to think about it before rushing. I don't want you to do something and hate yourself for it afterwards. I'm a patient man. I can wait forever for you." Resting her head in the crook of his neck, Jon held her close and rested his cheek on top of her head. "I don't mind waiting. Just because we've got 3 days off doesn't mean we have to do everything in one day, baby. Neither of us are in any rush. And I mean that. I hope you believe me when I say I have no problem waiting for you. This isn't going to be one of those bullshit lines where I tell you I can wait and then go off screwing someone else. When I choose someone to be serious in my life with, they are the only one I want."

"Why me though?" Bianca wondered aloud, chewing her bottom lip thoughtfully and felt his arms tighten even further around her. He was right. They couldn't rush into sex because it would ruin everything and all the progress they made. "I mean…what if…what if I'm a disappointment? What if you…what if you spend your time getting to know me and we have sex and you hate it?" Bianca's voice trembled a little, the mere thought of Jon loathing having sex with her almost too much to handle. "I-I've only been with one man in my life and I'm 26 years old. How sad is that? That's pathetic. I'm sure you've had dozens upon dozens of women throwing themselves at you. So what makes me so special? You can have any woman out there with a snap of your fingers."

"I'm a man." Jon said simply with a smirk, blue eyes twinkling. "I don't care if you suck. I just don't want to make your first time in 5 years to be so bad you never want my dick again." He chuckled hard when she started laughing and smacked his chest, nailing the desired effect he wanted. "Bianca, the chances of you sucking are slim to none. You are the woman I want and I didn't even have to snap my fingers. I just had to chloroform and kidnap you. Can you imagine telling our children or grandchildren how we met?" He felt her tense up and leaned down, kissing her mouth softly. "I didn't mean right away."

"B-But you want children?"

Bianca did NOT see Jon as the father-type because of his Moxley personality. She couldn't imagine having a baby with him, remembering how much she was against having children with Myron. Bianca regretted that now because he didn't have any children to pass his lineage onto. Jon shrugged, trying to act modest and Bianca smacked him again, kissing him softly this time.

"Never mind, having that conversation is way too soon, especially with everything else going on. And you don't know if I'll suck having sex with you until it actually happens. I don't have a lot of experience under my belt and I've never done anything…kinky." God this was mortifying to talk about. "And now I'm officially done having diarrhea of the mouth. You hungry?"

"I like it when you have diarrhea of the mouth though. I get to learn so much more from you." He rubbed his nose against hers. "You just remember one thing: Anytime you need to talk about something, I don't care what it is or when, I'm here to listen. And once again, I don't care what sex is like with you. Sex didn't bring me to you, sex won't keep me with you and sex won't define who we are. And I'm hungry if you are."

LIAR, Bianca's mind screamed, but she decided to keep that to herself and kissed him chastely on the lips. "I am. How about some chicken salad sandwiches with chips for lunch?"

While cooking breakfast earlier, Bianca had whipped up her famous chicken salad and absolutely loved using it for sandwiches and on crescent rolls. She giggled when Jon's stomach began growling and slid from the bed, feeling him immediately take her hand in his. It felt right and Bianca could only hope the feeling only intensified instead of the bubble bursting between them.

"Go sit down and find something to watch while I make our plates. No arguments." She shoved him gently but firmly toward the open door. "And if you stay in here, you're going to distract me and that would just be all bad right now." Bianca needed a few minutes to compose herself so she didn't end up jumping Jon again.

Deciding to take pity on her, Jon walked into the living room and plopped on the couch, flipping through channels on the television absentmindedly. He knew she didn't believe him about sex not being important and Jon wished he could get Bianca to trust him. He would never lie to her. Jon had his fair share of one night stands, but never gave a damn about someone so much in his life to put sex on the back burner. Bianca had a lot of healing left to do from the loss of her husband before they could even think about having sex. Sex to him wasn't everything. What if he sucked at it? What if all these years those bitches from the one night stands lied just because they wanted his dick?

10 minutes later, Bianca walked out holding two plates and handed one to Jon, sitting down beside him on the couch. She decided to use crescent rolls instead of regular bread because it tasted better with the chicken salad. The chips were baked Lays, so they weren't as fattening as regular Lay's chips and she added a small bowl of fresh fruit to it. They ate peacefully as the rain tapped against the windows that surrounded them. Luckily there was no lightning though, just calming rain. Jon finally found a movie he could tolerate and Bianca honestly didn't mind it, snuggling up against him. Once they finished eating, Bianca took the plates into the kitchen and then rejoined Jon on the couch, both of them sprawling out on it. It was big enough for both of them to fit on as Jon's arm wrapped around her waist, his chin resting on top of her head while her head rested on his chest, both of them watching the movie.

"So I have a question and I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I'm honestly curious." He kissed her head, urging her to continue. "When was your last relationship?"

"My last relationship? Like REAL relationship?" Bianca nodded, snuggling against him and Jon scratched his head, trying to think back. "It's probably been 2 years. I was dating this girl in FCW and, for some reason, she couldn't exactly handle my ticks, my smoking or a few other things. She started distancing herself from me, even if we were living together." Jon sighed heavily through his nose. "Came home one night and she was screwing our other roommate, so I threw them out of the apartment. Never saw either of them again. They got fired from WWE developmental shortly after I found them in bed together." Jon shook his head. "I'm not going to sit here and tell you I haven't had sex in 2 years. But it took me a good 10 months before I started trusting anyone again. Ask me anything and I'll tell you the truth."

"I'm sorry they did that to you." Bianca said quietly, turning around so she faced him and ran her fingertips down the side of his face. "You didn't deserve it. You're a good man with a heart of gold. Don't ever forget that."

It didn't matter how many sexual partners Jon had. Bianca wanted him regardless, already trusting that he was clean. He was the type that took exceptionally good care of himself and had regular checkups because the WWE required it.

"I can promise you something right here and now. I will never cheat on you. I don't believe in it and it goes against everything I stand for. Granted, I never wanted to cheat on Myron and I already know I'll never want to cheat on you." Her eyes lowered a little as Bianca sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. "D-Does it bother you that I bring him up a lot? I don't mean too if it does…"

Placing his index finger over her soft lips to silence her, Jon kissed her forehead and tightened his arm around her, holding her close. If this was how he spent every night with her, he was perfectly fine with it. "It doesn't bother me." He said honestly. "Myron was a big part of your life in developing who you are and who you've become. Don't ever feel like you can't talk about him with me. If you wanted to spend all night talking to me about him and showing me pictures, telling me stories, feel free. I would listen to every word that came out of your mouth because it's important to you. I'm not going anywhere, Bianca. Nothing you say or do could make me want to leave or scare me off."

It would take time for Bianca to believe what he said and she would try to watch how often she talked about Myron. It definitely wasn't a great way to start a new relationship by talking about her deceased husband. So Bianca steered the conversation to Jon, wanting to know more about him. He told her about his mother that lived in Cincinnati, the only reason he ever went back for visits unless the WWE came to town. Jon didn't go into a lot of detail regarding his childhood, but Bianca could tell it had been rough on him, definitely the opposite from hers. His was filled with anger, pain and violence while hers was filled with love and adoration, even though her brother had completely obliterated her trust in him. Bianca would never forgive Bryan for what he did and could only hope their parents understood. They ended up falling asleep on the couch for a small nap, the sound of rain tapping on the windows combined with Jon's warmth and heartbeat lulling Bianca into a deep slumber.

Tightening his arm around Bianca, Jon wanted her to feel safe and secure, that no matter what happened he wasn't leaving. He'd woken up about an hour or so later and the sound of her even breathing let him know she was still very much asleep. It was time for him to do something special for her. Jon carefully moved and got up from the couch, turning around to lift Bianca in his arms, carrying her upstairs. Tucking her in, Jon brushed his lips against her forehead and went back downstairs to start cooking dinner. He was making chicken with fettuccini noodles and homemade Alfredo sauce along with garlic bread. Jon wasn't a gourmet cook, but could still make a good meal when the situation called for it.

An hour after Bianca had fallen asleep with Jon on the couch, her eyes slowly fluttered open because of the mouthwatering smells coming from her kitchen. One eyeball popped open to look at the clock and Bianca sighed, seeing it was going on 7 PM. She slept for nearly 4 hours. Slowly pushing herself up, Bianca stretched her arms up in the air and stood up, seeing it was still raining outside. So much for the beautiful sunny day they started out having. Deciding to take a shower to wash away the day's events of burying her wedding ring at Myron's grave, Bianca turned the sprays on hot and shed her clothes, stepping inside. The water cascaded down her body as Bianca relished in the warmth. It was chilly, so she would definitely have to turn the heat on, even though it was May. A half hour later, Bianca finally stepped out of the shower feeling much better and wrapped a towel around her body securely, brushing her hair and teeth. She left her hair down to let it air-dry and stepped into the bedroom, padding over to her dresser to pull something out. Slipping on tan colored fleece pants with a long sleeved matching top, a white camisole beneath with white lace panties and bra, Bianca headed downstairs finally to see what Jon was doing.

"Something smells incredible in here." She commented, smiling radiantly when Jon turned his head and their eyes locked, her heart doing a small flutter in her chest. Would that feeling ever get old?

"Hey sweetheart, you didn't need to get up. You could've rested a little longer." He finished cutting up the chicken into long strips after having grilled it on a special pan Bianca had. Placing the chicken back into the pan with the noodles, Jon gave it a good searing before adding the thick creamy Alfredo sauce. He plated enough for two people, even though he made enough to last them a couple days and walked over to the dinner table. There were two long stemmed candles and Jon had some soft music playing in the background from the radio in the kitchen.

"Go ahead and have a seat. I'm gonna open the bottle of White Zinfandel that's been chilling." He found it in her small wine cellar downstairs in the basement and figured it would go great with dinner, setting her plate in front of her. Kissing her lips softly, Jon popped the cork off the wine and poured two glasses, finally taking a seat at the table.