"Mind if I borrow your fiancée Ambrose?" Nick asked as we stood at the bar. Jon looked at me quickly. "Depends what you wanna borrow her for Nemeth" he said finally. Nick grinned. "Just haven't had time to congratulate her yet" he said simply. "For, you know, taming you, ending rumours and speculation, and blowing the Dean and Renee ship clean outta the water." Jon groaned. "Go on" he said, kissing me softly. "Have fun. I'll be here, propping up the bar." I nodded and took Nick's hand as he led me across the bar.
"Here she is" Ryan said smiling as he hugged me. "The girl of the moment. Oh my god, how did you keep that quiet for that long?" "Had to" I said, taking a beer from him. "My relationship depended on it." "It also depended on someone else not slipping up in interviews" Nick said, raising an eyebrow. I laughed. "Oh, he did!" I said. "The amount of times he's slipped up and said we instead of I!" "Doesn't matter now though, right Nemeth?" Jon growled from behind us. "We've been outed by ourselves, we're public and happy. Come on doll. Let's go say hi to everyone so I can get you alone and seal the deal on this engagement..." "You mean you haven't?" Colby asked from beside him. "I figured last night at the hotel..." "Lopez" Jon growled. "My workmates insisted on getting my fiancée ridiculously drunk, then when I get back to the hotel someone won't leave us even though she is clearly in bed waiting for me..." "Wait a bloody minute!" Nick yelled, making everyone in the bar look at him. "Rollins knew?" "Run" Jon hissed. I didn't think twice, running through the bar and grabbing my bag quickly just before I ran through the doors.
"He's so in for it!" Jon laughed as he ran into the street after me. He grabbed me and pulled me towards him. "Oh Jordan" he moaned. "I love you so much. The only thing I want right now is you, naked, beneath me. Please?" I nodded. "You guys need a cab?" Hunter yelled from the bar. Jon nodded. "Use my car!" Hunter yelled back, pointing across the street. Jon didn't hesitate, grabbing my arm and pulling me across to where the car was waiting.
"Please" I begged him as soon as we were inside the hotel room. "Fuck Jordan" he moaned. I gasped as he pushed me against the door, slamming it closed in the process. "Jon" I moaned as he roughly unbuttoned my shorts, sliding them to the floor while ridding himself of his own jeans. He picked me up, wrapping my legs around him and sliding into me as he pushed me against the door again. He kissed me hungrily, needily, as I raked my fingers up and down his back. "No" he said suddenly, pulling away and putting me down. "Not like this." He led me slowly to the bed, lying me down and lying next to me. "Slowly" he whispered, rolling over and lying on me. I nodded and wrapped my legs high around his waist. "Oh god" he moaned, sliding into me once more. "I love you, more than anything Jordan. I promise you..."
BANG BANG BANG! We both jumped as the door practically rattled on its hinges. "Ignore it Jon" I begged, pulling him back down to me and kissing him. "No problem" he smirked, kissing me back and moving slowly again. "I know you're in there Ambrose!" a voice yelled. "And I know you're with her! Celebrating making me a laughing stock are you? Well good on you!" Jon groaned. "Please ignore her" I said, looking up at him. He nodded. "I've wasted enough of our time on her" he said, pulling the covers over our heads. "Let's block the world out. We've got an engagement to make official."
"I love you" I whispered as I lay panting in his arms. "Feeling is way more than mutual toots" he said, twisting the ring on my finger. "Can't wait for that ring to be joined by the permanent one. I really can't." I smiled, cuddling into him and kissing his chest. "Think they miss us at the bar yet?" I asked. He chuckled. "Doubt it" he admitted. "Alcohol plus wrestlers is a dangerous combination..."
BANG BANG BANG! Again? Really? "Fuck sake" Jon groaned, throwing the covers off himself. "No" I said firmly, putting my hand on his chest to stop him. "Allow me." He grinned. "The floor, and the door, is all yours" he said, lying back down. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around myself, checking all was covered before pulling the door open.
"What the actual fuck is your problem?" I yelled. Renee blanched. "I, I..." she stammered. "You, you what?" I asked, folding my arms and leaning on the doorframe. "You wanted to wake the whole floor? Congratulations, mission accomplished. Now run along and ruin somebody else's night." "Not until I see him" she said, standing her ground. I frowned. "What?" I asked, unable to believe what I was hearing. "You seriously think I'm going to let you anywhere near him? Go away Renee. Leave us alone." I slammed the door and made my way back to the bed. Jon grinned then frowned as I walked past him to the phone. He watched as I picked up the receiver and dialled. "Hi" I said. "I'm in 425. Name is Good, with the WWE. Yeah, my fiancé and I are being harassed, someone is banging on our door constantly and waking us up. Security? Brilliant. Thank you." I smiled at Jon as I replaced the receiver and got back into bed. "Very devious" he said, smirking back at me as I kissed him softly. "Mmmmmm, kiss me some more, fiancée..." He pulled me down on top of him as there was yelling from the hallway.
"I know he's in there with her!" Renee yelled as I pulled the door open to watch her being escorted away. Jon grinned from beside me, waving comically at her as she dug her heels into the carpet. "Of course Mr Good is with her, miss" the security guard said, looking back at us. "Their room is paid for by the hotel to celebrate their engagement. Have a good night Sir, Ma'am." Jon nodded at him and closed the door softly. "Now, ma'am" he drawled. "Kiss me like a good fiancée."