A/N: Yay! I updated sooner than expected... Kinda. So you know that paper I wrote about meeting John Cena? My professor left a nice little comment saying 'You are a wonderful writer. I look forward to reading more from you.' So that was really cool. Anyway, I added another flashback scene. It might become a regular thing in the upcoming chapters. What do you think? Anyway.. Have fun reading!

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Pinky Promise

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Chapter 11: Got It Bad

Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep…

John groaned as he reached a hand over to the nightstand to shut off the alarm clock. Glancing down, he smiled at what he saw. Some time during the night, they had shifted, and now, Bianca was spooned up against him, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, her leg draped over his, and her face buried into his back. John chuckled softly; Bianca was the only girl he knew that was the spooner and not the spoon-ee. It was cute, and it was a nice change for once.

Very carefully, John tried to remove Bianca's hands from him, but right when his fingers touched hers, he felt her tighten her grip on him. "No," Bianca whined, burying her face deeper into the crevice between John's shoulder blades.

"Come on, Binxie," he coaxed lightly, although he didn't move.

"No," Bianca whimpered, once again trying to tighten her hold on him. "I'm comfortable," she mumbled sleepily.

"I know, Binx," John said, slowly running his hands up and down her arms. "I'm comfortable too, but we gotta get up." This time, Bianca let John remove her arms from him, and John rolled over to face her. "Wakey, wakey," he cooed, softly patting the side of Bianca's face.

Bianca, eyes still closed, moved her head away. She finally opened her eyes and frowned at him. John ignored it and easily pulled on her to sit up on the bed. Bianca grumpily rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'll let you take a shower first," John bribed. "Then when you're done, I'll have breakfast ready."

Bianca simply snorted before reluctantly rising from the bed and heading straight for the bathroom. She emerged from the bathroom half an hour later in just a towel, blushing slightly when she noticed John laying on the bed waiting for her.

John sat up at the sound of the door opening, caught a slight glimpse of her, and quickly averted his eyes. "Breakfast is out in the living room," he said, before walking out to give Bianca privacy. He seated himself on the cushioned sofa and ran a hand over his face. He knew Bianca was pretty, but he never really noticed how beautiful her body was. She had legs to die for and, even with that towel on, he could tell she had curves in all the right places. Bianca wasn't seventeen anymore; she was a grown woman, and John was only starting to notice that.

"So what's for breakfast?" John gave a sigh of relief when Bianca walked in, in a better mood, and also with clothes on. She took a seat next to John.

"Just some pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruit, orange juice," John trailed off. He couldn't help but to stare at his fiancée. He noticed everything about her; the way her hair fell messily around her face, the way her jeans hugged her ass and hips, and the way her breasts filled out her tank top nicely. He couldn't stay in the same room with her; not with her looking like that.

"Oooh, sounds good," Bianca grinned, eager to get started on the breakfast. She helped herself to some food but frowned when John stood up. "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna take a shower," John turned back to look at her. A cold shower.

"You're not gonna eat with me?" Bianca glanced up at John innocently.

"I will," John reassured. "After I take my shower."

Bianca pouted but nodded as John hurried into the other room. What's gotten into him?

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"You do realize that I haven't been to a gym since those days when you dragged me to Hard Nock's," Bianca told John as they drove down the freeway.

"Yes, Bianca," John rolled his eyes playfully. "And I didn't drag you there. If I recall correctly, you followed me there."

"Did not!" Bianca denied.

"Did too," John replied knowingly.

"Did. Not."

"Did. Too."

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Flashback

Ding! Bianca cringed as the bell attached to the glass door chimed when she stepped through. She timidly stepped into the room, where a short, middle-aged man gazed at her curiously from where he sat at the front desk. "Um… Hi?" Bianca shyly greeted, not really knowing what to say.

"Can I help you, young lady?" The man behind the counter asked kindly.

"Um.." Bianca started. "My friend is in there." She pointed towards the main part of the building where she could see scary-looking, bulky men working out on the equipment. This was no place for a girl like her to be at. And now Bianca wondered why she ever stepped foot into Hard Nock's Gym. Who the hell was Nock anyway? He was probably some tall scary dude with bulky muscles who yelled all the time.

"Oh, you mean Cena?" The man said knowingly. "Yes, he's here."

"Yeah," Bianca said awkwardly. "I was just uh.. making sure. But now I know, so I'm gonna go." She said quickly as she turned around and tried to run out the door.

"Binx?"

Oh crap. Bianca turned back around to see a shirtless John staring curiously at her. He had a towel thrown over his shoulders and a water bottle in hand.

"Hi Johnny," Bianca waved in embarrassment.

The middle-aged man who was manning the front desk suddenly cleared his throat and looked at John.

"Oh," John suddenly said in realization. "Dave, this is my best friend Bianca. Bianca, this is Dave Nock, the owner of Hard Nock's."

"You're the owner of this gym?" Bianca couldn't help but blurt out as she shook Dave Nock's hand. He was definitely not what she had in mind.

"Yes," Dave chuckled. "Were you expecting someone else?" He asked in amusement.

"… Kinda," Bianca admitted softly. Just then, a huge, hulking man walked passed them, greeting the owner of the gym before heading into the weight room. "Like that," Bianca pointed, earning a laugh from both John and Dave. She grinned at them sheepishly.

"So Dave, is it alright if Bianca joins me today?" John asked casually. Bianca only stared at him wide-eyed.

"Of course, John," Dave confirmed. "It's nice to see young ladies coming to the gym, whether they're working out or watching people work out," he chuckled before patting John's back and returning to the front desk.

"Come on, Binx," John waved Bianca over as he led her into the weight room. Bianca followed John closely behind, intimidated by all the other muscled men in the room. Did John really want to look like that?

He led her to the far corner of the room, to a bench press with very heavy weights on it. Hanging his towel on the rack, John seated himself on the bench and lay down so the bar was directly above his face. "Spot me," John suddenly said as he reached upwards towards the bar.

"W-what?" Bianca asked hurriedly. "Johnny, I can't even lift that. How am I supposed to spot you?"

"Don't worry about it," John assured her. "Just stand right there, and make sure I don't kill myself."

"Okay…" Bianca towered over John's head and watched him anxiously. "Am I supposed to count or something?"

"Nah," John answered as he started doing his reps. "Just watch me," he said with a strained voice.

Bianca tilted her head to the side and gazed down at him. "So how much are you gonna do?"

"Four sets of twenty-five," he answered, keeping his focus on the bar.

"So a hundred?" She asked, doing the easy math in her head.

"Yep," John replied.

"Can you do a hundred?" Bianca asked again and John nodded. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Binx," John chuckled. "I'm sure."

"What number are you on?" Bianca continued to interrogate.

"Twelve."

"Only eighty eight left to do!" Bianca encouraged loudly. "You have a long way to go, buddy," she grinned at him cheekily.

John playfully rolled his eyes at her but continued to do his reps in silence.

"Twenty-three… Twenty-four… Twenty-five." John, with the help of Bianca, placed the bar back onto the rack just as he finished his last set. He sat up from the bench and grinned at Bianca. "Your turn," he sang.

"What?" Bianca stared at John in bewilderment. "No way, Cena."

"Oh, come on," he tried to coax. "It'll be fun."

"Fun for you, maybe," Bianca said. "But I'm not aspiring to be a body builder, so no thanks."

"Binx," John started. "You don't have to be a body builder to work out. Come on, you can do something easy."

"Something easy," Bianca mocked as she rolled her eyes. Nevertheless, she followed John away from the bench press and towards a different bench.

"Sit," John demanded, and Bianca straddled the bench. She gazed up at John expectantly. John said nothing as he made his way over to a rack full of dumbbells. Picking out a weight that was suitable for Bianca, he headed over to her and sat directly behind her so her back touched the front of his chest.

"What are you doing?" Bianca asked, looking back at John in confusion. "You totally just popped my personal bubble space."

John chuckled but remained there. "Consider me your new personal trainer for the day."

"Oh no," Bianca let out a sigh and faced forward, noticing the mirror that was a few feet in front of them.

"Hold these," John said, putting a dumbbell in each of Bianca's hands. Just as he let go, Bianca's arms went straight down, the dumbbells hitting the ground with a loud thud.

"John!" Bianca whined, embarrassed that the noise caused a few people to stare. "These are too heavy."

"No they're not, Bianca," John assured. He reached for her hands again. Covering her hands with his own, John brought her hand up and towards her, bending at the elbow, then brought it back down. He did the same thing with the other arm. "See, like this," he told her, letting go of Bianca's hands so that she could do the work out for herself. "This works out your biceps," he told her, looking at her in the mirror.

"But I don't want big biceps. Your arms are gross," Bianca managed to tease, even though she was struggling to continue her reps.

"What are you talking about?" John smirked as he flexed his muscles from behind Bianca, admiring himself in the mirror. "Look at these guns. They're so big, I'ma need a license for them."

Bianca snorted, laughed, and completely forgot about her routine as she set the dumbbells down and turned to face her friend. "You did not just say that," she snickered.

"I did," John admitted proudly. "Now continue," he told her sternly.

Bianca chuckled as she faced forward again and continued where she left off. She went on for a good five minutes before her arms started to shake and she gently placed the dumbbells at her feet. "Phew, I'm done," she said, leaning back into John and looking up at him.

"You did good, Binx," John praised her. "I told you it was easy."

Bianca shrugged. "I guess." She didn't want to verbally admit that John was right. "So what now?"

John grinned. Bianca, prepare for the greatest workout of your life.

End Flashback

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"Okay, so maybe I did follow you to Nock's," Bianca admitted as they walked into a Gold's Gym. "But I had to make sure that place was legit, you know?" They had spent the whole car ride talking about Hard Nock's and who dragged who where. "What if you got ass-raped?"

"Sure, Binx," John chuckled. "Because it's not like I can defend myself," he said sarcastically.

"Hey," Bianca defended. "You were a puny kid before you hit the gym; remember that," she said sternly before breaking out into a grin.

"Yeah, well, look at me now," John flexed his muscles as they headed into the weight room.

Bianca rolled her eyes and giggled before playfully slapping his bicep. "Whatever, Johnny."

"Cena! Over here!" The couple turned to see Randy waving at them from across the room. Silently, they headed over to the Legend Killer and the set of weights near him.

"'Sup, Orton?" John greeted casually.

"Hey Randy," Bianca acknowledged timidly.

"Hey guys," Randy nodded as he continued his reps with the dumbbells. "'Bout time you got here."

"Someone didn't wanna get up," John hinted, quickly throwing a glance at Bianca.

"Whatever," she stuck her tongue out at him. "You were the one that took a long shower. What were you doing in there anyway, hm? It's not like you were shampooing your hair or anything."

John could feel himself flush in embarrassment and hoped that the two hadn't noticed. "Hey," he started, "the WWE champ has to look and smell good."

"And yet you still failed in both departments," Bianca joked, causing Randy to snort in laughter. She winked at the both of them before heading off towards the treadmills.

Working the dumbbells in an almost robotic fashion, John watched in a daze as Bianca stretched out, bending forward, backward, and sideways. It was absolutely mesmerizing.

"Cena, bench press." John shook himself out of his daydream and nodded up at Randy. Putting the dumbbells back, he headed over to the bench press, where Randy was sliding more weights onto the bar. Hearing sweet laughter coming from across the room, John happened to look up again to see that Bianca had struck up a conversation with Amy. John sighed; he loved the sound of Bianca's laugh. Just hearing it made him feel so relaxed. "You gonna spot me or what?" John snapped out of his thoughts again to see Randy already lying on the bench, arms raised and hands tightly gripped around the bar. Randy raised an eyebrow at him and John grinned sheepishly, simply nodding for Randy to start.

While Randy lifted, he had started to talk to John, but John had reverted his attention back to Bianca, who had started a jog on the treadmill. John watched Bianca intently; the way her calve muscles flexed and the way her breasts would bounce with every step that she took, the way her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, the way her skin started to glisten with a thin layer of sweat, the way her lips parted as she controlled her breathing.

"Dude, you got it bad," Randy snorted, disrupting John's thoughts before the latter started to think of more intimate things.

"What are you talking about," John tried to deny, but Randy only smirked at him.

"You can't take your eyes off of her," Randy noted. "She's on a treadmill. She ain't going anywhere," he teased.

"I know that," John said. "I'm just checking to see that she's okay," he tried to reason.

"She looks fine to me," Randy observed. He smirked again before shaking his head. "I think I'd rather have Adam spot me," he told John. "You're too busy ogling your fiancée."

John, although embarrassed, looked down at Randy gratefully. "Thanks, man," he told him before walking off to tell Adam to spot him. Adam only chuckled at him knowingly, patting his back before heading over to Randy.

Finally, John made his way over to the empty treadmill on the other side of Bianca. He silently got on and started a quick jog. "Having fun?" he asked.

"Mhm," Bianca quickly turned to him and nodded before facing forward once again. She lowered the speed of the treadmill to a power walk. "I thought you were spotting Randy?" She asked with more even breathing.

"Well," John started, "Adam's doing it."

"Then what are you going to do?" She asked again.

John shrugged. "I don't know. Just run here, I guess."

"That hardly sounds like a workout for you," Bianca pointed out. "Shouldn't you be working on your arms or something?"

"You tryin' to get rid of me?" John playfully raised an eyebrow at her.

"Maybe," Bianca replied with a mischievous smile.

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"Mm, just like that," Bianca moaned into the pillow as John worked wonders on her back. They had a good few rigorous hours at the gym. Bianca didn't think she'd ever worked out that much in her life before.

"You're so stiff," John noted as he kneaded his fingers against the small of Bianca's back. "You weren't kidding about not working out since Nock's, huh."

"I told you so," Bianca sang, turning her head to look at him. She involuntarily closed her eyes when John rubbed a knot loose near her shoulders. She let out another appreciative moan and buried her face into the pillow once again.

John chuckled softly. "You're enjoying this," he said pointedly.

"Mmhmm," he heard Bianca say. "I almost forgot how good your massages were," Bianca said, lifting her head off of the pillow again.

John grinned proudly as he continued to run his hands along Bianca's back, finding knots and stiff areas and rubbing them loose. He took pleasure in the fact that he could make Bianca squirm in delight just by his hands. He tried to focus on the job at hand but realized that lately, Bianca had become quite a distraction. He noticed how vocal Bianca was; one touch of his hand, or one press of his finger, had Bianca moaning, giggling, sighing, and at occasion, even arching her back. It was almost sexual.

"Hey, why'd you stop?" Bianca's voice broke through his thoughts.

"Huh?" He said in confusion, but realized that he had unconsciously stopped moving when all those thoughts started to flood into his head. "Oh, sorry," he grinned sheepishly at her as he resumed his work. He continued to knead Bianca's back, making sure he caught all the knots that he had previously missed. "Done," he told Bianca, but there was no answer. "Binx?" He leaned forward to see Bianca fast asleep.

John smiled affectionately at her. Very carefully, he moved Bianca into a more comfortable position and placed the covers over her. He started to think back to what Randy had said about him earlier that day at the gym and chuckled softly.

So what if John Cena had it bad? He was perfectly fine with it.

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