Chapter 7

Ever since leaving the arena, Lilianna was silent and Roman didn't know how to approach her. He entered the locker room after being involved in Raw's dark match and saw his fiancée sitting in the dark. She had the Women's championship strewn across her lap staring down at it, deep in thought. Normally, Lilianna was usually very perceptive of her surroundings and would surely notice the door to their locker room opening. All she did was sit there though, not moving an inch or looking up at him, not even when he flipped the switch to turn the light on. Whatever was wrong with her, Roman decided to leave her be while he showered, not wanting to do it at the hotel. Preferably, he wanted to make love to her and sleep.

However, Lilianna had other plans.

Roman wrapped his arms around her waist once they stepped inside their room and frowned when she pulled away from him. "What's wrong?" Something was definitely going on with her. Was she mad at him?

Of course he was clueless and that just angered her further as Lilianna rolled her luggage to lean it against the wall. "I'm not in the mood tonight." Turning down sex from Roman rarely happened, but Lilianna couldn't get the conversation with his mother out of her head.

Frowning, Roman watched her pull out some clothes for the night and tried wracking his brain to figure out what he did to anger her. "Baby girl, I'm not a mind reader." He pointed out, stepping in front of her when she turned to head toward the bathroom. "Tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it."

Those grey eyes usually made her melt into a puddle at his feet. Lilianna's annoyance level was at an all-time high though and anything this man did or said would only heighten it further. "It's not you." That was honest enough. "I just wanna take a shower and go to bed."

Maybe sex wasn't completely out of the question as a lightbulb went off in Roman's head. "Are you sure? If I did something to piss you off, I need you to tell me. I can't think of anything…" He slid his hands up and down her arms, feeling all the tension exuding from her body wanting to help her relieve it.

"Yes Roman."

Lilianna side-stepped him, not in the mood to argue with him about his mother. She learned a while back Roman would always side with his mother instead of her, so there was no sense in bringing it up. Walking into the bathroom, Lilianna closed the door behind her and shed her clothes, starting the shower sprays. A hot shower and bed is just what she would need to make the annoyance over his mother go away, at least temporarily. She gave it some thought and decided she would be having a talk with Lisa once they were back in Pensacola. This wedding wasn't what she envisioned or wanted; Lisa had gone overboard, making appointments and planning things to do on their days off. She remembered discussing the wedding with Roman and point blank asked him if he wanted to elope. He smiled at her with those stormy grey orbs and said whatever she wanted to do, he would.

Anything to make her happy.

Suddenly it all changed when he told his mother they planned on eloping. She cried and sobbed saying he was her last son and he deserved better than a half-ass cheap chapel wedding, claiming it would cheapen the marriage. Roman had completely changed his tune about eloping and convinced Lilianna having a wedding wouldn't be so bad, promising to let her do all the planning. Once again, Lisa turned on the waterworks and Roman handed over everything to her to do and plan, just wanting to make his mother happy without consulting Lilianna first. It angered her and still did a year and a half later when they should've and could've been married by now had they just eloped like she wanted.

Halfway through her shower, Lilianna just finished rinsing her hair when she felt a cool draft and a pair of arms wrap around her waist, heaving a sigh. Didn't she make it clear she wasn't interested in sex tonight? His lips attached to the side of her neck and Lilianna tensed, trying not to respond to him. The Samoan knew exactly what to do to get her engine revving though and sometimes she despised him for it.

"Roman…" She said his name in a warning, shaking her head to detached his lips. "Not tonight…"

"Why not, gorgeous?" Roman wasn't backing down and slid his hands down her sides to rest on her hips, pulling her back against him as his erection brushed against her backside. "I wanna make love to my beautiful fiancée who is obviously pissed at me for something and won't talk to me about it. How am I supposed to make it up to you if you won't tell me what I did wrong? You know the best sex is when we make up…" He went back to kissing her neck and ear, sliding his cock up and down to get her aroused.

Begrudgingly, it was working. "I-I'm not pissed at you." Lilianna breathed out shakily, unable to resist this man and finally let him turn her around to look up in his dark smoky greys. "I promise, it's not you." It's just your asinine pushy mother, she added in thought, caressing his muscular chest.

"Then what is it? Who are you pissed at? And why are you taking it out on me?" He slid a finger down her cheek, jaw, neck and could see all the stress on her face. It was time to relieve some of it and Roman had the perfect solution. "Talk to me, baby girl…"

Lilianna watched him lower himself in front of her in the small shower the hotel provided and swallowed hard, his hand lifting her leg to drape over his muscular tattooed shoulder. "It's just…" The words left her mouth and brain the second his mouth enclosed around her smooth clean shaven mound, gliding his hot skilled tongue up and down her wet slit. "Never mind, don't stop…" She ordered breathlessly, burying her fingers in his dark tresses and let her head fall back, eyes drifting closed. "Roman…"

The wedding, his mother, their job, the company and every other thought and worry Lilianna had flew out the window. All she could focus on was this man's tongue pleasuring her as the hot sprays poured over both of them. His growls vibrated throughout her entire body, making her shiver involuntarily. Roman worked his tongue in and out of her, increasing the pace after 10 strokes and wouldn't stop until she climaxed in his mouth. Using pure strength, Roman managed to grip her hips and balanced the blue haired beauty on his shoulders, his mouth continuing the task at hand. Lilianna leaned back against the shower wall with Roman on his knees, but she sat in the air on his shoulders with his head buried between her thighs, crying out at how incredible his tongue felt. Once he had his fill of her sweet ambrosia, Roman carefully lifted her from his shoulders on shaky legs and turned her around to press against the shower wall, guiding his cock into her already sensitive sex.

"Ohh Roman!"

Lilianna had planned on returning the favor for the masterful foreplay he gave her, but apparently her fiancé had other ideas in mind. He would hear zero complaints from her as she met him thrust for thrust, her backside crashing against his pelvis as his cock drove in and out of her rapidly. Smirking against the shell of her ear, Roman knew whatever he did to anger his fiancée was forgiven and groaned out, his hands reaching up to roll her nipples with his nimble strong fingers.

"Cum all over me, baby girl…"

Multiple times that night, she gave him exactly what he wanted.

Warm lips softly caressed her bare shoulder as emerald eyes slowly fluttered open sometime the following morning. Jecina smiled, slowly rolling on her back and looked up into hypnotic electric blues, accepting a soft kiss. It didn't surprise her Jon was already up and dressed, his hair wet from a fresh shower. More than likely, he'd gone down to the hotel gym after sleeping for a few hours and worked out while she slept peacefully. Jon didn't sleep much; it was one of the things Jecina noticed about him the longer they were together. At first it bothered her, but she had to accept him and all of his weird quirks that didn't bother her anymore.

"So beautiful…" He whispered, enjoying the sight of her naked body covered by a thin white sheet. Again with the white…Jon cleared his throat, pulling his head out of the gutter. "Time to get up, we have to get on the road soon for the show, precious."

Standing up to walk away, Jecina stopped him by grabbing his wrist and pulled him back to sit on the bed, rising to a sitting position as well. "We have time." She glanced at the clock, seeing it was only a little after 10. They didn't have to be at the arena for Smackdown! until 5, which gave them 7 hours to get there from their current destination. "I need to talk to you about something."

Jon rose a brow, not sure how to feel about her request and felt her lace their fingers together to rest on the bed between them. "Everything okay?" It was never a good sign when a woman started a conversation the way she had.

"Yeah, it's nothing bad." Jecina smiled in reassurance, scooting closer to him and brushed a strand of dishwater blonde hair from his forehead. Dean had more of an auburn blonde color going these days, which was one of the ways people could tell the twins apart. "It has to do with our days off starting tomorrow…"

Now he was really confused. "Stop beating around the bush and spit it out, Jina. What's going on?" His patience was still something Jon had to work on and he could tell Jecina was struggling to tell him whatever was on her mind. "What about our days off?"

Sometimes, she needed the exact push he gave her as Jecina lowered her eyes from his, chewing her bottom lip nervously. "I should've told you about this sooner, but we haven't spoken much while you were overseas. I have to go to Pensacola, Florida on Thursday." She planned on going home to Chicago on Wednesday to swap out a few things in her luggage before catching a flight to Pensacola. "It's for Lilianna and Roman's wedding; I have to help her since I am the Maid of Honor. And I know you've gotta be exhausted from the tour and WrestleMania, so I'm not gonna ask you to come with me." In other words, they would have to be apart for another 4 or 5 days due to her obligations to Lilianna.

Jon wasn't taking that line down or liking the sound of being away from his woman for another stretch of time, not so soon. "No." He stood up from the bed and began to pace, pulling the cigarette he had tucked on top of his ear lighting it up. Non-smoking room or not, he needed a nicotine fix. "I just got back. No."

"I have no choice, Moxley…" Jecina wasn't put off by his sudden mood change and slipped from the bed to grab her clothes from the floor. "I should've told you last night, but I just wanted to be with you after not seeing you for 2 weeks…"

"Why the fuck are your friends planning this shit on these particular days off? I know they're getting hitched, but come the fuck on. This is bullshit. Don't they want to relax after the tour?" Jon saw all of his plans with Jecina he wanted to do over the next 5 days go up in smoke, his eyes icing over. "No, we're going home and-"

"You are, not me." She cut him off, snapping a fresh bra on and pulled a new pair of panties up her legs, pulling a shirt over her head next. "You're not hearing me, Jon. I have to go. I'm the Maid of Honor and Lilianna needs me right now. I'm not going to abandon her just because we haven't seen each other lately. No offense, but she's my family and I won't disappoint her. I love you both, but right now she's more important."

There was no use in starting a fight with Jecina, not when her mind was made up. He couldn't do anything to change it, not even sex would work. "Then I'm going with you." Jon finally announced, taking a long drag of his cigarette and watched her freeze, stopping from pulling her jeans on.

All Jecina could do was look up at him with wide eyes, wondering if she heard him right. "What?" Her eyes followed his every move as he walked over and squatted in front of her, keeping the cigarette away from her so she didn't get burned. "Jon…"

"I just got you back, Jina. I know I never lost you, but these past 2 weeks have been hell on both of us. You've slept like shit since I left and you can't deny it. I can see the dark circles around your eyes, babe. And I know you can see mine clear as day because I didn't sleep worth a damn being away from you." He took her hand and kissed the back of it, heaving a sigh. "I can't be away from you for another 5 days. So fuck it, we'll just spend it together in Pensacola. And before you say anything, I'll get along with Reigns. I don't like him, but for you, I'll be on my best behavior."

Roman wasn't who Jecina was worried about when it came to Jon. His heartfelt words sent her own heart racing; how could she leave him behind when all he wanted to do was be with her? Any woman would be lucky to hear that from their man and be missed this much. Jecina was the luckiest of them all and leaned forward to press her forehead against his, draping her arms around his neck.

"No wonder I love you so much." She murmured, knowing she chose the right twin to be with and softly kissed him. "Roman isn't the only one you'll have to get along with though, if you still want to come with me."

Jon caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, nodding in understanding. "My brother, I know." It was still hard referring Dean Ambrose as his twin, but slowly Jon was getting used to it. "Don't worry, I'll handle myself around Dean." If it meant spending the next 5 days with his woman, even if she was helping plan a wedding, he'd go through the torture just to hold her in his arms at the end of the night and wake up with her in the morning. "Anything else, precious?"

"Yeah, I'm not going there until Thursday. I need to go home to repack my stuff, so if you wanna go to Cincinnati…"

"Are you trying to get rid of me, woman?" Jon demanded playfully, pecking her lips and rose to his height, pulling her up to lean against him. "Do I need to say it again? I can't be away from you right now. I have shit at your place, I'll just swap it out. Besides, at least we'll get one night alone at home…" He growled that last part against her ear, nipping her lobe gently. "Just you and me…"

Jecina shivered, liking the sound of that and hadn't missed Jon referring to her place as their home. He'd done it a lot lately and she didn't think anything of it, but maybe it was time to acknowledge it. One thing at a time, she thought, caressing his t-shirt covered chest as he continued teasing her neck and ear with his sinful mouth. Sooner or later, they would have to talk about it, but now wasn't the time or place.

"Enough, I have to get ready or we're never gonna make it to Smackdown! on time. You need to get ready too."

Jon chuckled, glancing over at both of their packed bags and looked back at her before planting her on the bed, flicking his cigarette into the ashtray. He captured both wrists in his hands above her head, leaving her at his complete mercy. This would have to be quick, but there was nothing more delicious than the thought of morning sex with his woman to kick start their day.

"We've got time for a little playtime, precious…I'll be quick."

All Jecina could do was melt into the bed and held onto him for dear life, not able to get enough of this man.