Friday 9th December

''Lexi, I've decided that I want to be a unicorn when I grow up.''

''Okay...why?''

''So I can stab people with my head.''

Alexa blinked a few times, watching the young boy wander off before turning to face his father. ''Your kid's a nutjob.''

Chris laughed and opened his mouth to reply but paused, suddenly jumping out of his seat. ''Chey! You can't eat that!''

She snorted as the Canadian ran over to his daughter who was sat in the middle of his lawn, currently in the process of shoving a worm in her mouth. As she watched him chase her around the garden, she let her mind wander over the events of the past week.

Jon's birthday had been on Wednesday and, as had been the norm lately, he had woken up in her bed.

His eyes fluttered open and he blinked a few times before his gaze landed on her. "Morning." He murmured, his voice still husky with sleep.

"Morning." Alexa replied softly, her mouth curling into a smile. She leaned down to give him a light kiss on her forehead before swinging her legs over the side of the bed and padding across the room. After grabbing a neatly wrapped packagage from her dressing table, she dived back onto the bed. ''Happy Birthday!"

Jon groaned, yanking the duvet up over his head. ''How did you find out it was my birthday?''

''You left your wallet here last week. I may have snuck a look at your drivers licence.'' Alexa admitted with a shrug. ''Come on... don't you want your gift?''

''Unless it involves you in some skimpy lingerie, I'm not interested.'' He grumbled.

She rolled her eyes and landed a soft punch to his abdomen, laughing when he let out a pained grunt. He threw the covers off with a huff, shooting her an unimpressed look before he studied the package in her arms.

''Open it.'' She told him, thrusting it towards him.

Jon shuffled himself into a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard as he took the present from her. He quickly tore off the silver paper, smiling when he saw what she had got him. Inside was a brand new leather jacket. He had been talking about getting one for a while, she obviously paid more attention to him than he thought. He carefully unfolded the garment, admiring it for a moment before setting it down on his lap.

''This is awesome, thank you.'' He told her with a soft smile.

She beamed back at him, leaning over to grab something from the under the jacket, handing it to him with a smirk. ''You missed this.''

He took it from her, chuckling as he held it up. It was one of the very first t-shirts that she'd had made in the WWE; plain black with 'SIERRA' scrawled across the chest in glittery purple writing.

''You gave me one of yours, figured it was only fair to return the favour...''

Alexa was starting to realize that Trish and Beth had been right all those months ago; doing the whole 'friends with benefits' thing was a bad idea. Despite how much she loathed the idea, she knew that she needed to break things off with Jon.

There was no denying that the sexual chemistry between them was electric but she was finding it increasingly difficult to separate the physical from the emotional.

Everything was so much easier when she was with him, she could just be herself without having to worry about him judging her. She just loved being around him. But that was exactly the problem; love... she was falling for him.

Alexa could barely bring herself to think the dreaded 'L' word, let alone say it. Every time she allowed herself to care that deeply about someone, it caused her nothing but heartache. After her father had passed away she rarely said those three little words, not even to her friends and family.

She had been with Randy for almost a year until she finally told him she loved him, thinking he wasn't going anywhere. After that blew up in her face she promised herself she wouldn't let herself get sucked in like that ever again.

She needed to get out now before she found herself in too deep and it really started messing with her head. She didn't want to be away from him and she knew it would hurt at first, but it would be the best thing for her to do in the long run.

All she had to do now was figure out how to tell Jon that.

''What's eating you?''

Alexa was dragged out of her musings as Chris slumped back into his seat across from her. ''What? Nothing.''

''I've known you for long enough to know when something's bothering you.'' He told her pointedly. ''Come on, spit it out.''

''I just...'' She heaved out a sigh, meeting his eyes. ''I think I have to end things with Jon.''

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. ''Oh, I thought you were happy with your, uh... arrangement.''

She bit her lip. ''I was.''

''Has he done something? I swear to God, if he's hurt you in any way, I'll rip him apart with my bare hands.''

Alexa laughed at the genuine anger in her friend's eyes. ''I promise, he hasn't done anything to hurt me.''

''Good.'' He nodded, relaxing back into his chair. ''So, what's the issue then?''

''It sounds stupid, but I'm starting to care about him way too much and I just... can't.'' She told him softly. ''I don't want to get too attached, it'll only end in trouble.''

''Lex, you can't close yourself off just because of-'' He said—but then a look of realization crossed his face. ''You're in love with him, aren't you?"

Her eyes widened in fear and she hastily voiced her denial. ''What?! No, I'm not!"

Chris' lips curved into a smug smile as he folded his arms over his chest. ''The lady doth protest too much, methinks.''

She scowled across at him. ''Whatever... asshole.''

Alexa was sat propped up at the end of her couch, trying to watch the movie playing on the screen of her television while Jon sat at the opposite end. He had opened a can of pringles and had ploughed through them steadily for the last half an hour, but the pile of chips was getting low inside the canister and his hands couldn't reach inside. His frustrated grunts had started to annoy her and she turned to him with a sigh.

''Problem?''

His eyes locked with hers as he narrowed his eyes in a playful glare, his fingers once again straining to reach a chip. ''These cans fucking suck.''

''Why don't you just put them in a bowl or something?''

Jon glanced at her as if she had just offended his entire existence. ''If I wanted them in a bowl, I would have put them in a bowl, I wouldn't have paid extra for the neatly stacked can."

She rolled her eyes and watched as he gently jiggled the can so the chips would slide out. ''They're not going to come out like that...''

''Fuck it!" Frustrated, he tried jamming his fist into the can. Sticking his tongue out in deep concentration, he raised his elbow to slowly tilt it toward the hand wedged inside. He momentarily glanced up at Alexa, before putting his focus back on the canister.

Alexa leaned towards him, shaking her head as she wrapped her fingers around the red can. Jon pulled his hand out, wincing as the rough, paper lip scraped across the skin. Pulling it to her chest, she casually reached in to grab a chip and brought it to her mouth before smiling smugly at him.

''Show off.''

She licked her lips and laughed, enjoying his increasing annoyance over something as ridiculous as a canister of potato chips. ''You know, you're pretty hot when you get all worked up...'' Raising her eyes to his and not breaking eye contact, Alexa lifted her fingers to her mouth and started to suggestively lick the salt off her fingers.

Jon swallowed heavily, his jeans starting to become increasingly uncomfortable as he watched her. ''You're a tease.''

Unable to resist any longer, she let out an excited yelp when he leaned over and forcefully pressed his lips to her collarbone. As his mouth aggressively nipped at her neck, his fingers began to fumble with her pants.

Moaning into the kisses and throwing back her head to give him better access, she tugged at the hem of his shirt. When Jon bent down to yank her pants and underwear down in one swift motion, he paused just long enough to lift his arms as Alexa pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor beside the sofa. Settling on his knees, his large hands wrapped around her thighs, spreading them to slip two fingers inside her.

"Oh fuck." Alexa moaned as his finger began swirling inside her.

She tugged roughly at his head, pulling at his shoulders until his lips found hers. Their tongues fought their way into each other's mouth as Jon's free hand made its way under her t-shirt, his fingers finding the nipple of her breast and rolling it between his fingers. He pulled away from her, moving down to leave a trail of hot kisses down her chest, coming to a stop just above her hipbone.

Lifting his head, he studied her face as he slowly removed both fingers and created a dizzying friction against her clit with his thumb.

''Jon, plea-''

Her pleading was cut off when his head dove between her legs to flick his tongue against her clit. She started to squirm under him, tugging at his hair as she ground against him; his laughter reverberating against her wetness. squeezing the underside of her breast firmly in one hand, Jon and thrust two fingers inside her, all the while keeping his mouth and tongue moving on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her moans became louder and she writhed under him as she felt the first waves of her orgasm start to crash down on her.

Kneeling up, Jon quickly pushed down his pants while still working his fingers inside her, and positioned himself over her. Feeling her muscles clenching harder, he pulled his fingers out and in one motion, managed to grab his erection and guide it inside her.

Her eyes flew open with a surprised gasp as he slammed into her. His face was now inches from hers; his eyes screwed shut as he let out a deep-throated groan. ''Fuck, Lex.''

She grabbed onto his shoulders and lifted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist. The altered angle allowed him to pump into her even deeper and her eyes rolled back in her head as she continued to ride out her orgasm. It only took a few more frantic, hard thrusts for him to feel the familiar warmth spread across his abdomen and he shuddered as his hips bucked, coming forcefully inside her. Pumping in and out as he finished, he groaned loudly at the intensity of the release.

Heart pounding in her ears, Alexa flopped her head to the side as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily. ''That was...'' She trailed off, searching for the right adjective.

''I think what you're trying to say is, 'That was fucking awesome, Jon. You are a sex god'.''

''I think sex god's normally last more than a minute.'' She teased as he pushed himself off her, rolling over to lay at her side.

''Hey, fuck you.'' He replied defensively. ''You were already coming, there was no way I was going to last.''

''That's true.''

''Besides, I didn't hear you complaining.''