Chapter 52

Rated M for mature content

We took a flight back that night to Vegas and were on the next plane to Germany on Tuesday afternoon.

"How are you holding up Jon?" I asked him on the flight to Germany and he just looked at me. "I should ask you that question. Don't think I don't bother. I do...I am a little scared that any moment you break down. And with all the additional shit going on..."

"I will not break down or faint. Don't worry. I am good. And you are stressed out, I understand that. That's why we make a deal. The moment we set foot on German ground I want us to leave everything that happened in the last two month behind us. Everything."

My husband touched my cheek. "I am still scared to hurt you.""You will not hurt me. You will just make me even more bitchy when you don't sleep with me soon. We will make slow love, I promise I can take it."

We would stay at a hotel in my hometown till Friday, by then the deal with the house should be completed. We would spend two days in Amsterdam, Netherlands after that before flying back on Sunday to be back in time for RAW.

On the drive from Frankfurt Airport to my hometown I checked my mail and grinned.

"Good news Jon. Finally. Sarah, you remember her?""Yes, muko...whatever lung kid.""Mucoviscidosis, she received her lung before Christmas, I told you that. She is doing really good now and she sent a picture." I showed it to him briefly and he smiled a little. "Good, that is great. Tell her I am happy.""Will do." I typed away. One of the things I liked about Jon was, that he liked to drive. I was a pretty good driver by now as well, I didn't care, but I enjoyed sitting beside Jon and looking out of the window. Or typing an email to a really brave girl.

We arrived really early in the morning, but with the jet lag we were still wide awake and after checking in to our hotel room we looked at each other. Nope, we wouldn't find sleep any time soon.

"So, what will we do now?" I asked and put my jacket away and began undressing myself.

Jon watched from the middle of the room where he still stood.

"I take it you have a thing or two on your mind."

"I do." I threw my bra at him and he caught it. I was walking around half naked and turned my back to him when I felt his hands on me suddenly. He embraced me from behind and his cold finger grabbed for my breasts and I shivered.

"Your hands are cold..." I moaned but he ignored me and nuzzled my neck, still fully clothed.

"You like my cold hands." he drawled, playing with my erect nipples.

"I do. Lose the clothes Jon. Fuck me damn it or I go crazy."

He backed away at my words and I turned around. A hint a mischief was shining in his eyes.

"You want some? Come get some!" he said grinning and wiggled his fingers in a come here gesture.

"John Cena is a major turn off my man. Please don't quote him again." I said and stalked him. Catching him was not a real challenge and hungrily I pushed off his jacket, got rid of his hoodie and shirt and finally I could run my nails over his chest. Just touching him like this made me moan in delight and I closed my eyes to savor this moment. Jon was quietly watching me with hooded eyes, his breathing became heavier with each touch.

When I reached his jeans I opened the buttons and pushed the denim off his hips. He was erect, the bulge in his boxer briefs was clearly visible.

I kissed his erection through the material and it was his turn to moan.

"You really went 6 weeks without sex?" I asked untying his shoes.

"Do I have a harem? Do I sleep with anyone else?" he asked back and grabbed me by the hair, dragging me up until I was eye to eye with him.

"You are my wife. I made a promise to stick by your side in good times and in bad. I was with no one else but I think I have a tendinitis in my right hand." he smirked and I pressed my hips to his.

"Then fuck me already Jon."

He growled and grabbed me, throwing me on the bed and he pushed my jeans and panties down in one move, along with my shoes. He got rid of his boxer briefs as well and he was on me.

"You are wet baby. Gosh, I missed you like crazy." He fingered my clit until he was satisfied with what he saw in my eyes.

"This might be over embarrassingly soon."

"Stop talking, more fucking." I told him and guided his erection to my waiting entrance. And it was pure heaven once he was inside of me. Our eyes connected and he stopped moving for a second.

"You are mine. Always Sam. Mine."

And he started pumping into me.

We got up after lunch time after a little nap and went to the lawyer who had dealt with the legal stuff of my house sale in the late afternoon.

"Everything is in good order Mrs Good." He laughed about his pun. "Yes, well. The money was already transferred to a trust account and once you sign these documents the sale is final."

I looked at Jon.

"You don't have to do that, you know." he told me yet again but I wanted to do this. I signed the papers and gave them back.

"The money will be transferred in the morning. I understand that all the keys were exchanged beforehand?""Yes, all my stuff is out there already and whatever was left was sold with the house. So, it is done. Thank you and sorry again for the delay. I was in no condition to travel."

"I understand and it's fine. Take care, Mr and Mrs Good. Goodbye."

We left the office and found ourselves in the middle of the town square.

"I am homeless now." I told Jon and he grabbed my hand. "Nonsense. You have an apartment and a fucking house in the woods. You are fine. You can always buy something smaller here."

"Nah, a hotel is fine. Even an apartment would be empty for 50 weeks a year. No, I will put the money into an account, let it work for me. It's my safety net." Jon eyed me. "I would never leave you without money Sam. You can pull the greatest shit on me, but I will not let you hang dry."

Not like he did with his mother who hurt him badly...

"You are not my mother. I will not forget what you did for me. That's why half of mine is yours. If we break up I don't want anything anyways. But that is stupid talk. What will we do now? The evening is still young."

"We could grab a bite to eat, get drunk and dance naked around the fountain."

Jon laughed out loud.

"I like that idea. But I fear we will have to do it sober. Come on, there is the fountain. Undress."

He grabbed my hand again and pulled me to the fountain in the middle of the square.

"Do it." he said grinning and people were already looking at us.

"Shut up asshole. I could get sick again. Don't make me eat my words."

"You are boring. So, where can we get something to eat?"

He lay his arm around my shoulders and kissed my head.

We went to a little restaurant with typical German cuisine and got a really nice seat in a quiet corner. So far no one had recognized Jon. It was like I told the guys back in November. My hometown was so small, no one would suspect any type of celebrity here.

Jon ordered for us and I was impressed, his German improved each time. His grammar sucked because he didn't really get any tutoring there, but his pronunciation was really fine and he picked up more and more vocabulary.

"Talk dirty to me tonight in German."I grinned. "Schatz, ich spreche dreckig zu dir in jeder Sprache die du möchtest."(Darling, I talk dirty to you in every language you want me to.)

I ruffled his hair. "I love you for picking up German Jon. It means a lot to me." It meant he was truly interested in me, my background and my culture. And he rarely showed interest on the outside in anything.

"Bitte sehr." (You're welcome.)

He kissed my hand and we talked some more about this and that trying our hardest to forget all the stuff that went down in the States right now.

A/N: Do you all still enjoy this story? I am a little unsure at the moment. Let me know if you are still interested in Jon and Sam's adventures!