Friday 23rd December
Alexa punched furiously at the hanging punching bag in the gym of the training arena. Her punches were hard and in rhythm with the loud, angry music that was blasting in her ears, courtesy of her iPod. The events of the previous week left her needing an outlet for her frustrations and, besides sex, this was the next best thing.
Irena had been released from the company the day before, she had been on her last warning and the attack on her had been the last straw.
As soon as she had recovered from the concussion, Alexa had found herself reluctantly pulling away from Jon. He had left to travel with the main roster for the week so she had found it surprisingly easy. She had been ignoring all his calls and messages, but he was due back today and she knew he was going to be pissed and wanting an explanation.
And she had no idea what she was going to say to him.
She let out a frustrated grunt as she swung another punch at the bag. Her hands were starting to cramp up from how tightly they were clenched, but she was too angry and upset to care.
Alexa almost had a heart attack when, suddenly, two tanned hands reached out and caught the bag, stilling it in front of her. Tilting her head so she could see around the bag, she found Colby raising an eyebrow at her. She yanked her ear buds out and hit him with a glare. ''What do you want?''
''Whoa!" The man stepped back, holding his hands up in front of him. ''What did you eat for breakfast this morning, bitch flakes?''
She heaved out a sigh, her hand coming up to run through her hair. ''Sorry.''
''Is this about Jon?'' He asked softly, eyes creasing with concern. ''Did you guys have an argument or something?''
''Why would you think that?''
''He's just got back, asked me how you were.'' He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. ''He said he couldn't get through to you on your cell while he was gone... seemed kind of worried.''
That information just made her feel even worse about ignoring him and she could feel her eyes starting to tear up. ''I've kind of been avoiding him.''
''Why? Has he done something?''
''No. I...'' She shook her head frustratedly. ''It's a long story.''
Colby studied her for a moment before asking curiously. ''Are you guys dating?''
"No, we're just friends." The man eyed her suspiciously as she opened her mouth to continue. ''Friends who have sex occasionally...''
Colby's mouth dropped open. ''I knew it! I fucking knew it! Well, not knew it exactly, but I knew there was something I didn't know. Man, this means I owe Claud twenty bucks.'' At her raised eyebrow, he elaborated. ''Ever since he saw the two of you sparring, he's been adamant that you two have something going on, he placed bets with everyone.''
''Brilliant.'' She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling an oncoming headache. ''Absolutely, fucking, brilliant...''
He moved towards her, placing his hands on her shoulders to hold her still. ''Hey, you need to calm down. What's going on?"
''Short version; when I had that concussion and he was taking care of me, I kind of told him I had feelings for him.'' She shook her head as a small smile appeared on the man's face. ''It's not a good thing, Colby! I, uh, I've been avoiding him ever since.''
''Ignoring him isn't going to make it all go away, Lex. You need to decide what you want and then talk to him.''
''Thank you, Dr. Phil.''
''I'm serious.'' The corners of Colby's lips twitched. ''The longer you drag it out, the harder it's going to be on both of you.''
''I know, I know... it's just one big clusterfuck... I just don't know what to do...''
''Just follow your heart.''
She looked over at him incredulously. ''You're starting to sound like a girl, Lopez.''
He looked momentarily offended before smirking. ''You do realize you just insulted yourself?''
''I don't count, I'm one of the guys.''
''That's true.'' He nodded. ''If you were any less feminine you'd have a penis.''
Alexa let loose an unladylike snort. ''I should be offended but I know it's true, so...''
''If I didn't know any better I'd swear you were avoiding me.''
Alexa had been halfway to her car when his Jon's voice immediately halted her movements. She took a deep breath and steeled herself, turning around to face him with a small smile. ''I don't know what gave you that impression.''
A crooked smile reached his eyes. ''I think we need to talk, sweetheart.''
''Another time, I'm kind of in a hurry.'' She turned away from him and started to walk away. A hand wrapping around the back of her arm thwarted her attempt to flee and he pulled her back firmly. ''What are you doing?"
''I told you, we need to talk.''
''What do we need to talk about?'' She feigned nonchalance.
His arms crossed over his chest. ''Don't pretend you don't know.''
''I don't.'' She shrugged. ''Look, I've got things to do.''
She turned to leave again and Jon let out a frustrated sigh, reaching out and grabbing her hand to pull her back again. ''Stop. I'm not letting you go until you talk to me.''
Alexa shook her head stubbornly. ''I really don't have anything to sa-''
Jon yanked her towards him and pressed his lips against hers before she could finish her sentence. She was non-responsive for a moment but as his hands trailed up her neck, she started to kiss him back. After a few seconds she planted her hands on his chest and lightly pushed him away from her.
''What the fuck, Jon?''
He smirked down at her. ''It was the only way I could get you to shut up.''
Her eyes narrowed into a half-hearted glare. ''I'm not doing this here. Come to mine later, we can talk then.''
On my way.
Alexa glanced down at the phone in her hand as she nervously paced around her living room, waiting for Jon's imminent arrival. She was already regretting inviting him over and was seriously contemplating booking it before he got there. A loud knock coming from her front door sounded before she had the chance to make her escape.
Taking a deep breath to try to calm her nerves, she moved over to open the door and he quickly swept past her. She closed the door and followed him into the living room, almost bumping into his back when he suddenly stopped in front of her.
''What are you-''
For the second time that day, he cut her off with his lips.
Knowing it might be the last time they did this, Alexa let herself melt into him. Her eyes fluttered closed and she fisted her hands into his shirt, desperately trying to commit every detail to memory. He pulled away sooner than she would have liked, staring down at her with an intensity she hadn't seen from him before.
''Sorry.'' He muttered, looking anything by apologetic.
She rolled her eyes before slumping down on the sofa, waiting for him to take up the spot beside her. ''I'm, uh, sorry that I've been ignoring you.''
''You going to tell me why?''
Alexa chewed her lip, her eyebrows furrowed in worry. ''I guess I was just trying to put some distance between us before...''
He quirked an eyebrow, asking softly. ''Before what?''
''Look, I... I thought I could do this 'no strings' thing without getting attached, but I was wrong. I like you. A lot. And I think we need to stop before it gets too difficult to.''
Jon stared at her for what seemed like hours, his expression giving nothing away. "Okay."
She blinked at him. ''You... you're not pissed at me?''
''No.'' He responded, shaking his head as he sunk back into the sofa. ''It's probably for the best. I mean, I know that I shouldn't really give a fuck that you want to end it...''
''Okay...''
''But I do... I actually give lots of fucks, tons of them... I'm like a prosititute of feelings.''
She chuckled softly at his ramblings before her tone turned serious again. ''I'm sorry. This was all my fault, if I hadn't suggested the whole thing then...''
''You saying you regret everything?'' He questioned, hurt lacing his tone.
''No! I told you, I don't do regrets.''
''Good.'' Jon spoke, his eyes boring into hers. ''Because I don't regret a second of it.''
Feeling her eyes start to water, she turned away from him and let her hair create a curtain over the side of her face. ''We can still be friends though... right?''
''Of course we can. If you can manage to keep your hands off me, that is.''
She let out a quiet laugh, sniffing as a few tears spilled down her cheeks. ''I'll try my best.''
Jon sat up, his hand moving around to cup her cheek and tilt her head to face him. He frowned. ''What are the tears for?''
''I don't know.''
''I'm not going anywhere, okay? We'll still be friends, like we were before... it's just going to take some getting used to, that's all.'' He told her, gently swiping the tears away before leaning over and kissing her.
She sighed, tilting her head back as he brushed his lips over her jaw and down to her neck. ''You're just making this harder...''
He smirked against her neck and paused his ministrations briefly. ''Oh, believe me, I know.''
Alexa groaned, fisting a hand into the back of his hair as his hand travelled down between her legs, rubbing over the fabric of her shorts. ''Jon, we shouldn't-''
He cut off her mumbled protest with his lips as he pushed her onto her back; his knee came to rest between her legs, grinding purposefully against her. ''One last time.''
Her arm shot up and grabbed his head, pulling him down and smashing her lips against his. Within moments, he was buried deep inside her; rocking at a steady pace as she gripped onto him tightly, trying to pull him deeper.
''I'm going to miss this.'' He mumbled into the crook of her neck, groaning as he thrust harder and faster with every breath.
She started to claw desperately at his back as the pressure starting building inside her, angry red marks appearing across his shoulders. ''Fuck, Jon!" She cried, her heels digging into his lower back as she rode the waves of her orgasm out.
He started to increase his pace as she continued to spasm through the aftershocks, her core pulsating around him. She opened her eyes to find him looking down at her; his shaggy hair sticking to his face, mouth hung open in a silent moan. Smirking, Alexa reached up and latched her teeth onto the special spot on his neck that always drove him wild, biting down hard. He managed one last thrust before he pulsed inside of her, falling forward with a gutteral moan.
They remained like that for a while; half-naked, limbs intertwined, his face buried in her hair.