A/N: Thank you for your wonderful reviews and apologies for the delay in updating regularly. My family and I are busy with work and preparing to move state in the next couple of months! Please stick with me and I hope to get this story updated on a more regular basis.
Chapter Thirteen: Christmas
Florence, SC – Present
Jon sat at a table in the set-up catering section and began cutting up his chicken breast. The television in the room had Monday Night Raw playing and Jon was glad that Quinn's match was on next. His match against Allen wasn't on for another hour – plenty of time to eat and watch Quinn's Raw debut and how it would be received by the audience. He had heard from his co-workers that many fans were disappointed her feud against Nikki was cut so short for a not really explained transfer to Raw.
"Hey man."
Jon looked up to see Randy Orton joining him at the table, "Hey. How's things?"
"Yeah, alright. You?"
Jon gave a nod, "They're going."
"So, I'm just going to get right to it… you and Renee?"
"Are over."
"So you and Quinn?"
"We are together, yeah."
Randy nodded slowly, "But she got transferred to Raw."
"She did."
"That makes no sense."
"Total Divas."
Randy raised his eyebrows and looked at Jon in surprise. All Jon could do was nod and stab his chicken breast to express his annoyance.
Charlotte, NC – Present
The stadium was filled with the sounds of Dana Brooke's theme. She strode out with her confident stride and smirk on her face as the commentators reviewed the opening of the show and the arrival of Dana's opponent for the night.
Dana stepped into the ring and mouthed off at the crowd before she turned to face the ramp for Harley's anticipated entrance.
The audience let out a loud pop at the start of Harley's theme, which grew only louder when the music picked up and Harley walked out to the stage. She smirked down at Dana Brooke and twirled before pointing her finger directly at Dana and making her way down the ramp. Harley came to a halt at the end of the ramp and looked up at Dana before giggling and sliding into the ring. She stood up and twirled before giving Dana a mock curtsey.
"This woman is a complete nut case," commented Corey Graves.
"I like her! I think she is just what we need," replied Byron Saxton.
The bell rang and Harley and Dana instantly locked up. Dana let out a laugh as she got Harley into a headlock but her moment of cockiness worked against her as Harley gripped her around the waist and forced her into the turnbuckle. Dane slumped against it, releasing Harley. Harley stepped backwards and ran forward before jumping and slamming both of her boots into Dana's back. Dana cried out and fell backwards to the mat.
Harley let out a crazed yell and jumped, hitting a leg drop over Dana's chest. She did a backwards roll and stood up, throwing her hands up at the crowd, earning a loud yell of agreement from the crowd.
Dana got to her feet and turned, running at Harley and hitting her with a spear tackle. Harley slammed onto the mat hard and rolled to her side to ease the pain from her back. Dana was quick to launch an attack, kicking Harley brutally in the back over and over until the referee forced her back. Harley rolled from the ring, stumbling over to the barricade to try and get her breath back but Dana wasn't letting Harley gain any chance of to getting the upper hand.
She slid from the ring and ran after Harley, grabbing her by her hand and back of her top to spin her and slam her into the barricade. Harley cried out, arching her back up from the ground as it was shot with bursts of pain.
"You're weak!" shouted Dana as she grabbed Harley by her hair and yanked her up.
Harley got to her feet and aimed a punch at Dana's stomach. Dana kept her grip on Harley but Harley didn't stop, aiming another punch and another, forcing Dana to let go. Harley stood up and let out a yell, grabbing Dana by her head and slamming it into the ring post behind her. Dana stumbled backwards and Harley grabbed her, shoving her back into the ring. Harley climbed up the side of the ring and up onto the corner of the ring post, perching herself on the top rope.
She wanted this match done, she wanted to prove her point to all the women that she was here and she was not a weak, female wrestler. She was one who was going to make an impact and shake the foundations of Charlotte's empire.
Dana staggered to her feet and turned to be hit with Harley's finisher. Harley rolled the move into a cover.
1!
2!
3!
"Here is your winner – Harley!"
Harley's music hit and she stood up with a smirk, standing over Dana as her hand was raised in victory by the referee.
Las Vega, NV – Present
Quinn pulled the car into the driveway and turned the engine off before hopping out. Excitement was pulsing through her as she locked the doors and headed up the pathway to the front door. As she bit her lower lip she rang the doorbell and stepped back, fiddling with the keys in her hand.
A minute later the door opened and Jon looked at Quinn in surprise.
"What are-" he started in confusion before Quinn cut him off.
"Happy Birthday!" she greeted with a beaming smile, "I know I said I had publicity stuff but I lied cos I wanted to surprise you."
Jon grinned and pulled Quinn into his arms, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, full of pent up love, lust and longing need, "Best… surprise… ever," Jon murmured between kisses as he moved Quinn to inside his house, kicking the door shut behind him.
He lifted Quinn up, with Quinn automatically locking her legs around his waist, and carried her across the living room. Jon turned and pressed Quinn up against a wall, his hands sliding underneath her top, groaning at the feel of her smooth, warm skin. Quinn pulled Jon closer against her, pulling at his shirt before Jon yanked it off himself and doing the same to Quinn's. It was then he noticed her, silk and lace dark, blue bra.
"Damn," he murmured, rubbing his thumbs over the peaks of her protruding nipples, "Is this just for me?"
Quinn pulled Jon's groin closer to hers with her legs as her breathing became more ragged from his teasing, "A-always."
"Hmm… does this feel nice?" smirked Jon as he sucked her right nipple through the material of her bra.
A gasp escaped Quinn as she gripped Jon tightly by the hair, "Y-you're being mean."
Jon chuckled and looked up at Quinn, loving the sight of her head tilted back and her eyes half closed. Jon moved to the other nipple and slid one hand down to the waist band of her tights. Quinn let out a groan of pleasure and Jon slipped his hand into her panties and down further, causing her groan to become louder.
Jon moved back up, his lips capturing Quinn's once more, "I need you now."
"Take me," begged Quinn breathlessly.
Dayton, OH – Present
The weeks following Jon's birthday slipped by with both busy with their Christmas live shows for their separate brands. Quinn was pushed into a duel with Dana, with them having matches or segments on each Raw in the lead up to Roadblock, at which point it culminated with Quinn's Harley gaining the win to end the feud.
Quinn sighed as she opened the front door to her house. She was glad to have the next few days off, however she was annoyed to have to fly out to Rosemont on Boxing Day. It would mean cutting her holiday time short with Hanna and extended family who travelled from out of state for the season.
Quinn placed her suitcase to the side and went about giving her place a quick dust and tidy up, along with opening a few windows for a short while to get rid of the closed-up smell. As she tidied, she turned the radio on and began singing along the music playing, soon losing track of time. It was the sound of the doorbell ringing that broke Quinn from her sing along as she finished making the bed in the spare bedroom and alerted her to the fact it had been three hours since she arrived home.
Quinn raced down stairs, smoothing her curly hair the best she could and fixing up her sweater. As she crossed her living room, the bell rang again and Quinn opened the door a moment later.
"Hi."
Quinn grinned and stepped forward, jumping into Jon's arms, her legs going around his waist as she clung to him tightly and he to her. It had been fifteen days since they had last seen each other. Phone calls, video calls and text messages helped with the separation but it didn't beat seeing each other and being able to hug and hold one and other.
"Gosh I've missed you," said Quinn leaning back in Jon's hold to look him in the eyes.
"Safe to say I feel the same," he replied as he stepped inside and let Quinn stand back on her feet.
Quinn smiled and Jon carried his bag inside and placing it to the side of the door. He shut the door and turned back to an expectant looking Quinn.
"What?" he asked with a smirk.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" replied Quinn, one hand on her hip.
"Hmm," said Jon scratching at his two day old facial hair, "I remembered my luggage… wallet, phone… I locked the car," Jon chuckled as Quinn let out a huff. He stepped closer and placed his hands on either side of her face, "You mean this?" Jon pressed his lips to Quinn in a soft and gentle kiss that deepened as it went on. Quinn grabbed Jon by the sides of his jacket and pulled him closer as her desire for the man began to take over.
Jon's hands slid down Quinn's side and found the bare patch of skin at her back. As he began to move his hands further up Quinn's spine the doorbell rang once more. Quinn reluctantly broke the kiss, letting out a deep breath to calm her racing heartbeat.
"Your Christmas present is here," said Quinn, glancing at her reflection in the oval mirror on the wall in front of her.
"What?" frowned Jon in confusion as he moved so Quinn could open the door.
Standing on the porch was Jon's mother, sister and his sister's fiancée.
"Quinn!" cried Jon's mother, a big smile on her face.
"Hello Mrs Good," greeted Quinn as she was embraced by the woman.
"Please, just call me Sue."
Quinn stepped back and let Sue inside, followed by Rachel and Rachel's fiancée.
"You mentioned not spending Christmas with your family for a couple of years and when you said you would come here… well I just knew I had to invite your family to join us," said Quinn to a stunned looking Jon, "Plus, I have the beds and Christmas should be spent with family."
Jon could only smile as he hugged his mother and sister, with Quinn watching on, a smile on her face.
Jon found Quinn in the kitchen wiping the bench over after having cooked a simple teriyaki stir-fry with brown rice. His mother was taking a shower, with Rachel and her fiancée – whose name, Quinn learnt, was Douglas – had already retired for the night in the spare bedroom. Sue was happy to sleep on the sofa bed in the downstairs office.
"You are amazing," said Jon, sliding his arms around Quinn's waist from behind, "First you surprise me for my birthday and take me out to an amazing dinner… and today you invite my family into your home for Christmas."
Quinn placed the dishcloth on the hook above her sink and turned to face Jon, placing her hands on his biceps, "I know how much your family means to you. Especially after all the work you put into mending relationships with them over the years."
Jon could only stare at Quinn in wonder.
"What?" said Quinn, brushing her hair from her face.
"How did I get so lucky to get you back?"
Quinn smiled and stood on tip-toe to press a kiss to Jon's lips, "Pretty sure fate brought us back together."
Jon could only chuckle as Quinn grumbled out a string of curse words and try to bury herself deeper into the blankets and pillows.
"Merry Christmas," murmured Jon into her ear, pressing a kiss to her jawline.
Quinn rolled onto her back and looked up at Jon with a sleepy smile, "Merry Christmas to you as well."
Jon leaned down to Quinn and kissed her tenderly, "I could spend the whole day in bed with you alone, you know?"
Quinn chuckled, "I'm pretty sure your mother and sister wouldn't like that and I can guarantee Hanna won't accept it."
"So long as they know I plan on locking us both in here tonight."
Quinn smiled sadly, "What time do you arrive in Rosemont?"
"Eleven-thirty in the morning… you driving or flying out?"
Quinn reached over to the bedside table and picked up her phone. She flicked through it and turned the screen to show Jon.
"You fly out at four in the afternoon," he grinned, "So we get a couple of hours together."
"Better than two weeks of nothing."
Jon nodded in agreement before kissing Quinn once again, his hands busily sliding her shirt up her body, with her hands tugging at the waistband of his pants.
Quinn bit her lower lip nervously as she watched Jon undo the ribbon of the present she was giving him before they ventured downstairs. Both had showered and were dressed for the day, Quinn donning her favourite Christmas sweater and Jon with his Christmas beanie on.
Jon lifted the lid off and reached inside and pulled a key out. He looked up at Quinn curiously.
"It's… it's a key for here. I'm not asking you to move in – I know how sudden that would be and I don't want to shove that pressure onto our relationship when it's still so new," rambled Quinn suddenly, "I just want you to feel welcome here – even if I'm not here. I-I love you and I wanted to show you just how much and this seemed the perfect way – but if it's freak-"
Jon cut Quinn off with a kiss and pulled back smiling at her, "It's perfect. Stop over thinking everything."
Quinn blushed, causing Jon to chuckle.
Quinn hopped out of the hire car and walked around the back to where Jon was getting his luggage out. When the boot was shut, he turned to Quinn and pulled her closer, smiling when he saw she was wearing the necklace he had given her for Christmas – white gold with a phoenix pendant. He'd explained that the symbol suited Quinn. Someone who could rise from the ashes of life seemingly crumbling around her and come back stronger than ever.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow," said Quinn.
"Most definitely."
Quinn grinned and without hesitation slipped her arms around Jon and stood up on tip toe and kissed him passionately. Jon slipped his arms around Quinn and pulled her as close as possible.
"I love you," he murmured, his nose brushing across the tip of Quinn's.
"Love you too, sexy."
Jon breathed in sharply and lightly slapped Quinn on the arse, "Keep talking dirty like that and I'll just have to miss my flight."
Quinn laughed and shook her head in amusement, "I doubt our bosses will agree with that. Go catch your flight stud, or we will both be in big trouble."
"Fine, fine. Turn me down. Sheesh woman, you're lucky I love ya."
Quinn grinned as Jon picked his bag up, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow. Promise."
Jon pointed at Quinn with a grin as he slowly started walking backwards, "I'm holding you to that."
Quinn merely winked before blowing a kiss and getting back in the car to drive to Rosemont.
Rosemont, IL – Present
"Quinnie!"
Quinn grinned and hugged Saraya tightly, both rocking side to side as they did so. The pair pulled back and skipped to the dressing rooms. As they got ready, both spoke about what they had gotten up to on their days off and how Christmas had treated them overall.
"Hey Quinn… have you been on Twitter today?" asked Pamela as she walked in.
Quinn looked up from fixing her belt up, "Not since Saturday. Why?"
"You might want to check it… especially the TMZ post from two hours ago."
Quinn nodded and pulled her phone from her bag and opened Twitter. She didn't even need to go searching for what Pamela was talking about. Right on her screen came the post about her and Jon at the Dayton airport.
Quinn clicked on the link and felt her heart slam against her chest at what was being said.
Homewrecker Harley!
It seems not all is rosy between WWE's Renee Young and Dean Ambrose – especially if these images are anything to go by!
Today at Dayton's airport it was witnessed by an onlooker that Dean Ambrose and WWE's newest female talent Harley, were getting quite cosy.
"They were hugging, kissing and very much loved up," spoke a witness, "They didn't want to leave each other."
Dean Ambrose is known to be in a long-term relationship with WWE's star commentator, Renee Young. Both live together in Las Vegas, having moved into a new home together earlier in 2016.
We have reached out to Dean Ambrose and Renee Young for comment but at this stage have heard nothing in response.
Quinn closed out the article. She felt sick to her stomach.
"Quinn," said Saraya, standing in front of her, "Don't let it get to you. You know you aren't a home wrecker. None of us think that about you."
Quinn unlocked her phone again and dialled Jon's number. She paced back and forth and let out a sigh when he didn't answer.
"This could ruin everything," said Quinn looking at Saraya worriedly.
A/N: Shorter than normal. I had a bit of writer's block with this chapter!