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as a little recap of last chapter, Annie was just about to show Jon her definition of 'fun'

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Jon followed Annie inside the empty house, his mind soared with intrigue and curiosity. The house was spotless and clean, something he should expect from someone like Annie as he followed her to the kitchen. 'Is there anything in particular you need to take with you?' she asked him, momentarily forgetting the fact that Jon doesn't have a clue as to where they are headed.

He watched her pack some foods, shoving them in a grocery back. 'Some beer maybe?' he asked, Annie chuckled and rolled her eyes at the question he just threw at her.

'No, silly, when you allowed me to show you my definition of fun tonight, beer wasn't one of them along with the box of cigarettes in your pocket,' Annie informed him, smiling to herself and Jon knew damn well that the minx loved torturing him from his guilty pleasures.

A few minutes later, they loaded the trunk of his car with the things they have collected from the house and Jon was more than intrigued when she took out a number of chopped woods from the garage and loaded it up in his car. When he asked her where they were headed and what she plan to do with the wood, Annie merely smiled his way without uttering a single word.

After an hour drive, Jon could only sigh to himself as he followed Annie towards the abandoned, gloomy park surrounded by darkness. It's the perfect spot for murder, it's dark and secluded and he hoped that this sweet looking woman is not a murderer in disguise. Jon mostly carried the things they brought under her bossy command while they headed to the other side of the park by the creek. It was only the sound of the cicadas that accompanied them in the dark, the half-moon watched them from above, peering through the thick branches of the trees.

'Do you know how to start a campfire, Jon?' her soft, soothing voice spoke through the cicada noises, it disturbed the peace and serenity of the nature that surrounded them.

'I can try,' simply, Jon replied but Annie merely chuckled, letting him know she'd do it herself before they both freeze. Like the lazy slug that he is, Jon sat himself down on the picnic blanket she laid out, sitting next to the bag of food while he watched her start up the campfire. Pure concentration was obvious in her face and he could tell she has a lot of experience as he watched her, captivated by her pretty face. What is he doing? Since when did he start taking girls out for a late night picnic? The voice in Jon's head corrected his thoughts, it is in fact Annie who is taking him out for the late night picnic, not him. It's almost weird, he'd never gotten this far with a girl without having to fuck them or yell at them in annoyance.

He snapped his blue eyes back towards her when he caught sight of the burning light form the corner of his eyes. There it was, the fire burned to keep them both warm in the darkness. He looked back at her, her face illuminated by the light of the fire and smiled, more to himself than her. What is it about Annie O'Sullivan that captivated him? She must've punched him too hard to have him do all these things he'd never even considered doing.

'Is this your idea of fun?' he asked her when she got up from her seat, relocating herself next to him. His blue eyes remained glued onto her as she dug through the bag of foods she brought, taking out a bag of marshmallows and a pack of chips.

'Ask me that question again at the end of tonight because right now, we're just getting started, Jon,' she told him while handing him a piece of twig she'd pick up from the ground followed by the bag of marshmallows.

Annie observed Jon quietly, the only noise apart from their small talks came from the cicadas who sang their nightly songs, the water in the creek seemed peaceful and calm along with the trees that surrounded them. Burping loudly, Jon felt Annie's gaze turn towards him, waiting expectantly. 'Excuse me,' he grumbled, rolling his blue eyes.

'That woman in the ring with you today, does she wrestle too?' Annie began, starting up another conversation when their short talk about willow trees didn't worked out. Jon smiled more to himself than her, hearing how intrigue she sounded about his valet sparked some interest within him.

'Hell no,' he chuckled, 'she's just some skank with a nice pair of tits who look good for the storyline,' he informed her. 'She's pretty hot though, isn't she,' he added, sort of a lie in his attempt to get a particular reaction from her. His dimples flashed from the wide grin that spread on his lips upon seeing the look of bitterness that took over her face.

'Do you think she's beautiful too?' she asked in a little voice that left Jon smirking. He looked at her, she was looking at the fire, looking at it in pure concentration. He reached for the bag of marshmallows and popped an unroasted piece inside his mouth.

'What would you do if I say yes?' he chose to ask.

'Well,' she began, chuckling to herself but he could tell it was forced, 'good for you, Jon,' she continued, the venom that laced her words was domineering.

'What if I tell you she's not?' he asked again. A look of relief washed over her face and for Jon, it's almost entertaining to play with her jealousy. 'What if I tell you that you are beautiful, Annie?' now that earned her full attention. She turned away from the fire and looked at him, right in the eyes. His words not only surprised Annie, it surprised Jon himself. He'd never used that adjective to describe a woman, not even his own mother earned that treatment.

'You're just saying that so you could get a kiss,' turning away, Annie chuckled, brushing away the seriousness that earlier surrounded them. Jon frowned, not liking the way she'd taken the situation.

'Would you give me a kiss then?' that made her laugh some more yet when she turned to look at him, her laughter died away for he looked at her with such a serious expression that she felt warmth from the top of her head all the way to the tip of her toes under the attention she was receiving. 'Would you give me a kiss, Annie?' he repeated himself, blue eyes locked against her wide hazel eyes.

Coyly, Annie brushed away an invisible dust off his leather jacket as Jon held her hand captive, holding her hand tight in his grasp. Oh what the hell, she spent all day and night thinking about the kiss they shared in the porch and she wanted more. Surprising herself and Jon, Annie leaned over him, eyes closed and kissed him softly, their lips lightly touching. This isn't the kiss that Jon wanted and so, with a hand on the back of her head, he pushed her harder for a harsh, lustful exchange, earning a soft moan from Annie. She could taste the marshmallow that he'd eaten as their tongues danced in a slow, sensual rhythm. Infatuated, she threw her free arm around his neck and pressed her body against his. What is it about this man?

Both were panting heavily after their sensual exchange and under Jon's gaze, Annie could feel her reddening cheeks. 'Are you ready for my idea of fun?' Annie asked him and before Jon could react, he watched her pink shirt drop down to the floor, her blue jeans following right after. He gulped, he didn't see this coming but if she's that type who likes to get dirty in the woods, he has no problem, none at all.

Chuckling to himself, Jon too got up from his seat on the ground, taking his leather jacket off. Annie's hazel eyes followed the clothing as it got thrown onto the ground, his t-shirt following right after. Unbuckling his belt, Jon soon stepped out of his jeans, leaving his merely clad in his underwear. Grinning at him, Annie reached for the bra clasp behind her, Jon instantly embracing the sight revealed to him the moment her black bra left her body. He smirked, the need to reach for those pair of jugs was eating him up but he can't scare the crap out of her, not now. Reaching for the waistband of her panties, Jon reciprocated her action and reached for the waistband of his underwear. Eyes locked and a cheeky grin on each of their faces, both took the remaining piece of clothing off their bodies at the same time, their eye contact depriving them from gazing down south.

'Last one to get in the water is a rotten egg!' Annie exclaimed as she bolted to the direction of the creek as Jon stood there, left behind, dumbfounded. The water splashed loudly upon the invasion of her presence. Groaning to himself, Jon ran a hand through his hair. The bitch got his hopes up! Damn that woman, he thought to himself miserably.

Somehow annoyed and feeling stupid, Jon followed her to the water as she continued to swim further away from the shore. It was easy for Jon to catch up to her with his fast strides with the aid of his long legs and arms. Grabbing a hold of her ankle, he pulled her towards him. 'This is your idea of fun?' he asked her through the dark as he let go of her ankle. In response, Annie grinned towards him, poking his cheeks with her fingers while she waited for his dimples to flash, but it didn't for he wasn't smiling back.

'Don't be bitter Jon, admit it, you're having fun,' Annie informed him, 'your little friend down there agrees with me,' she added in a whisper as she pointed down at the water.

'Maybe if you touch him, he'll be even happier,' Jon suggested, 'or maybe you can introduce him to that mouth of yours,' he continued and Annie was thankful it was dark for it concealed her red, bashful face.

'And if I don't?' she challenged, Jon frowned at this.

'Then I think I'll just have to wait until I get to show you my own definition of fun,' Jon replied, Annie chuckled and although a part of her anticipated for that, another part of her was nervous.