So I was very tickled to see Justin tweet that he'd been on a skydive the same day as my last chapter. That's probably as close to real life as this fic will get. Anyway, thanks again for the continued support. Here's a bit of a romantic (and by romantic I mean sex) interlude.

Lisa sat on Wade's couch, resting her head on his shoulder, as they ignored what was on the TV and instead idly chatted about the day. She felt content, and that was an unfamiliar feeling. She'd been quieter than expected in the car on the way back, as she went over her thought processes and contemplated how she actually felt about Wade. It was easier than she had expected to admit that her feelings ran deep, and although she wasn't quite ready to utter the words, she was able to acknowledge in her own head that she did indeed have feelings that might well be love towards him.

"How do you want to handle tomorrow?" Wade asked quietly, loath to disturb the tranquillity of the evening but knowing that real life would rudely interrupt anyway.

"Right now, I don't care what anyone thinks of me, I'm happy and that's all that matters."

"Really?"

"Honestly," Lisa moved slightly so that she could look at Wade properly, "inside, I'm still pretty conflicted, I keep thinking about what happened and I still kind of think I brought it on because of the nature of our relationship. But I'm happy with you."

"Li, what happened in your relationship is your business, but what happened after it ended was wrong, love." Wade touched her cheek gently, "I'm glad you're happy with me though. Having you here with me is something I'd often thought of but, if we're being honest here, it's something I never thought would happen."

"I should never have stayed with Drew as long as I did. Things were going wrong for a long time, but when they were good they were great. I guess I always knew you were there for me as a friend. And I felt," she took a deep breath, "and I still feel that I'm not worthy of your affection. You're a good person, Wade, and often I'm not."

"I'm no angel. Drew brought out the worst in me," the Englishman's eyes grew dark as anger sparked, "I would still do whatever was necessary to keep you safe. I've not always been a good person, you probably more than anyone know my past, and I swear that side of me will come out if he ever tried to hurt you again."

"I know," the one thing she would never doubt would be the intensity of Wade's protective streak. She'd seen it in action often enough, not just for her. He was a loyal friend and would defend those he considered close to the ends of the earth. There were few in that circle, but Lisa realised that she had always been there. "I don't ever want you getting into trouble because of me."

"It would be worth it," he shrugged.

"No it wouldn't. I need you around. I feel confident with you here and you keep me grounded and you let me talk and you don't push when I don't talk and... and I just need you around," she stopped for a moment, realising that what she was feeling wasn't reliance on him, it was deeper than that, it was something she was coming to realise was love. "I like having you next to me. I like knowing that when I get backstage, or when I get back to the car, you're there. Although this is all really quick, it feels right."

A surge of protectiveness roared through Wade's body, overwhelming him with need. He touched Lisa's chin, forcing her eyes to meet his, leaning forward until their lips met in a kiss that was more than just physical affection; it was protection, love, hope and want. Lisa lay back on the couch, Wade's body covering hers, the kiss intensifying. He propped himself up on his elbows so as not to crush her with his weight, savouring the feeling of her lips on his.

He could have spent the night just kissing her. She was irresistible to him. She writhed beneath him, craving more than his body above her, more than his lips. She loved his touch, she needed it. He pulled away for a moment, a cheeky smirk on his face.

"Shall we go to bed, love?"

His low growl sent shivers down her spine, and she could do nothing but nod in agreement, but then she squealed as he jumped up, lifting her in his arms and tenderly carrying her upstairs. As he laid her on the bed, pushing her t shirt up a little to lay butterfly kisses on her stomach, she giggled in delight. She had hardly ever expected the intense, serious Wade Barrett to be such a gentle, considerate lover, but when she thought about it, she realised she should never have expected anything else.

Lisa decided to turn the tables, and pushed Wade so that she could pull his t shirt and sweat pants off, leaving him in just his boxers. She pushed him back so he was lying on the bed, and motioned with her hand for him not to move. An amused look on his face, he nodded and raised his arms, his hands behind his head.

She deliberated for a moment, then sat back on her heels, straddling his legs. She peeled off the Barrett Barrage t shirt she'd been wearing, that she'd stolen from him previously, brushing her hands over her breasts. She knew he wished his hands could be there, could touch her; without even touching him she watched his cock spring to life, tenting within his boxer shorts. She needed to see all of him, but first she wanted to touch him, to trace his abs, run her fingers across his pecs, trace the patterns on his tattoos. She wanted to explore each and every part of him, with her hands, her tongue, her lips. And she did.

He found it hard to resist touching her. She was beautiful to him, but he knew she needed this, she needed to be able to do things at her own pace, to know that he would let her. She lacked confidence, he knew that. Drew had affected her far more than even she realised, but Wade wanted her to understand that he would never force her into anything. Her touch sent sparks and electricity through his body, her lips felt scorching hot on his skin. He could do nothing but groan in pleasure.

She had him on a knife edge. She grew in confidence at his reactions, and lost her self-consciousness at his gaze as she continued to worship his skin. When she pulled at the waistband of his boxers he lifted his hips obediently, allowing her to remove the offending material.

Each time Lisa saw Wade naked she couldn't help but gasp. His huge cock jutted out proudly, his body solid, as if carved out of marble. She felt the words in her head didn't really do him justice, but to her he was beautiful. She licked her lips in anticipation.

Lisa knew Wade was watching her. She knew what he wanted, but she wasn't going to wait for him to ask. She leaned forward, licking a slow, deliberate line down the side of his cock, feeling him shiver and hearing a low growl emanate from his throat at the teasing contact.

She knew she would never be able to take his full length down her throat, so she sucked gently at the tip, her mouth enveloping him and taking as much as she could, her fingers wrapped around the base to continue with that teasing touch.

Wade tried to stop himself thrusting upwards into the glorious warmth of her mouth, the wet heat sending shockwaves through his body. He had to look away, as the dual sensations of Lisa's actions and seeing her greedily sucking his cock would have sent him over the edge there and then. He wanted her so badly but held back, leaving all control to her, but he knew that if she continued with what she was doing he wouldn't last out at all long.

Lisa could feel the wetness pooling in her knickers, could feel the want and need in her own body. She needed to feel that long, thick cock inside her. Wade filled her up and made her feel wanted and needed like she had never felt with anyone else, and she craved that feeling. She slowly lifted her mouth from his cock, and looked up at him with a cheeky grin as he groaned in disappointment at the loss of the delicious sensations she had created.

"Better, I promise," she whispered, standing up briefly to remove her underwear. As he made to sit up slightly she wiggled her finger at him. "Stay where you are."

Intrigued, he did as asked. He longed to taste her, to kiss her, touch her skin, to treat her as the princess he believed she was, but she had taken control and he was more than willing to give that to her.

He watched as she knelt over his stomach, bracing one hand on his chest as the other took a hold of his cock, holding it as she slowly, agonisingly so, sank down on it, feeling him fill her to the core.

"Li," he groaned, the feeling of her enveloping him almost overwhelming. He kept his eyes on her and for a moment saw a flash of pain.

She saw the worry on his face as she struggled to adjust to his size, "I'm ok," she whispered, "you're so big, I just need a minute."

He nodded and couldn't help but move his hands to caress her hips, hoping to ease and distract her. It seemed to work, as she started to move, slowly, above him. She braced her hands on his chest, and he supported her hips as she worked herself on his cock, loving the feeling of being so completely fulfilled. Wade could see she was close, and he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer, so he rubbed her clit with his thumb, gentle circles that were just enough to bring her to the brink and lose control completely. Her reactions spurred him on, and his whole body tensed as he climaxed. The feeling of him inside of her sent Lisa over, and she shuddered in delight as her orgasm took over.

It took a few moments to gather her senses and she almost collapsed onto Wade's chest, feeling his heart racing and his breath slowly coming back to normal. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the tremors in her body and hoping that it was only pleasure that had caused such feelings. She closed her eyes and lay in his arms, content. At that moment, it was like the world didn't exist, except for her and Wade, and she felt free. She knew what Wade had done for her, giving her the freedom to express her feelings with no pressure, and it was yet another reason why she knew she was right to fall in love.