Chapter 39
"Hey," Jon knew she was all right in this moment and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin it, but for some reason, he also felt it was important for her to hear what he wanted to say. "Sami WILL come around, Delilah. He's just scared for you and I know that baiting him doesn't help with that. Once he realizes that I LOVE you and this whole thing isn't just for kicks," That part he couldn't keep the disbelief out of his tone because marrying someone just for shits and giggles was beyond even him. "He'll come around. That, or he's going to miss you mother-henning his ass." He firmly believed that and, whether or not he and Sami recovered any semblance of their friendship, was doubtful, but he knew Sami and Delilah would eventually mend fences.
"I-It doesn't matter…" Tears filled her eyes as her hands caressed his bearded face and captured his mouth, pouring everything she felt into that kiss and broke it a few seconds later, shaking her head. "He made his choice and if he can't…support me, support us, then I don't want him in our lives." The walk she took gave her a lot of time to think and ponder. "I know you love me, you know I love you, and that's ALL that matters. He gave me an ultimatum, even after I poured my heart out to him and told him everything. None of it registered. And you know, as well as I do, that once Sami makes up his mind about something, he doesn't change it. He won't accept us or this marriage, ever. And I have to accept that and live my life without my brother because I won't give you up for anyone or anything. You are my everything now, Jon."
That was the underlying issue. People made 'choices' all the time and SHE was the perfect example of that. She had made the 'choice' to keep him at arm's length and look where they were now. Eventually, people made new choices and forged new paths. Delilah wasn't usually one to see it like that, though, she was always set on whatever path she chose. Jon smiled slightly at the irony. There was usually no room for anything except black and white, no gray areas when it came to her. She and Sami were WAY too much alike and they didn't even realize it. Oh well, he would let this play out and see what happened, knowing better than to let her wallow for too long, though.
"Your everything?" He echoed in a playful murmur, reaching for the shampoo, so he could start washing her hair. He really hoped he didn't convert his wife into a crazy, obsessed woman; he was trying to break that mold with his 'women'.
"The night we got married, we became each other's everything. I will never put anything over you and I hope you never put anything over me. That includes family, that includes wrestling, that includes everything this world throws at us."
Delilah was all in and she sighed at the feeling of his fingers delving through her silver tresses, washing it for her. He treated her like a queen and he told her that night on the Strip, he wanted all of her, her mind, heart, body, and soul. All of her. Jon had it all now and she just hoped, prayed, he didn't destroy her since he now held all of her in the palms of his hands.
"That feels good. Been a minute since you've done this for me."
Now Jon wasn't sure if wrestling was something he was willing to put BENEATH her. Wrestling had been his life for…forever, it seemed, the one constant in his life for a very long time, even when he was in that hellhole he called the WWE Prison. He had learned so much during that time, no doubt about it, but…in the end, the downsides had outweighed all the benefits and perks. However, Delilah came in a very close second, maybe even first…he'd know for sure if it was ever tested.
"Mmm, maybe you should let me touch you more often, Miss Not Gonna Blow Anything Out Before a Match." Jon teased, though he made sure to massage her scalp really good, trying to help relieve her tension.
Wrestling was her first love as well. Maybe it would always be that way between them and they'd put each other second to their careers. That wouldn't surprise anyone since both had busted their asses to get to where they were today. "You can touch me any time you want, I don't mind doing this prior to a match." They weren't having sex; he was washing her hair and it felt amazing, especially the massaging of her scalp. "If you had enough hair to wash, I would do the same thing to you." He growled at her little cheap shot, giggling at his face burying in her neck to nip it lightly with his teeth. "Honestly, I prefer you with shorter hair. It doesn't look like there's a ragged mop on your head anymore."
"Oh, that's not nice, you know how much I loved my hair." Losing it the way he had, this major widow's peak, had not been a happy day in Jon's life. At the same time, he refused to be one of those who clung to their glory days with their hair and hid their bald spots or widow's peaks under hats. "I miss it." he pushed out his bottom lip in a mock pout, growling when she just nipped it playfully. "Why don't you wash my chest hair for me then?" He had grown it out a little bit, having noticed how much she loved playing with that as well.
Her fingers instantly went to that delicious chest hair and began massaging it gently, along with his chest. "You have no idea how much I love your chest hair and I'd be more than happy to wash it for you. This…I hope this never goes away. I prefer you with the beard and little hair look. You look badass, a fighter, someone who doesn't take shit from anybody. Trust me when I say, you look so much sexier the way you are now than you did back then."
Delilah poured some soap on that chest hair, some of his Axe bodywash, and proceeded to wash it with her loofah sponge, the smell intoxicating her. She could not get enough of his muscular body and made sure to wash every crevice, twirling her finger around to get his back, his beautifully sculpted ass, his legs, and then twirled her finger again to start washing his cock, balls, thighs, legs, and back up again to chest hair. She took one of the shower heads and rinsed him off from head to toe, finishing it up by kissing her husband passionately, dropping the showerhead to wrap her arms around his neck, getting lost and enjoying every second of it.
This woman had done it, after the weird, emotionally unstable day they had, she had just set him off. It wasn't even HIS weird, emotionally unstable day either. It was all hers. He didn't know whether to send Sami a 'thank you' card or what. He moved beneath one of the sprays, with her clinging to him, returning the kiss explosively.
"I love you," Jon whispered against her lips even as he was sliding home in her very receptive body. That little washing his body was borderline teasing, whether she knew it or not. "And now I'm going to fuck you until one of us caves." Given the night before and how she was walking bowlegged, with her love marks… "You're gonna be so sore tomorrow by the time I'm done with you, my love..." That was a new term of endearment.
"Worth it, so goddamn worth it…" Delilah moaned out, moving in sync with Jon against that shower wall and enjoyed the pain/pleasure mixture. He could pound her into oblivion, she did not care and would enjoy the ride, every second of it. "I love you too…" Good thing Jon had a system within the house that allowed continuous hot water, or they would be freezing their backsides off right now. "Harder…fuck, I need it, Jon…"
Months passed by with no word from Sami.
He ignored every attempt that both Jon and Delilah tried to reach out to him. On the outside, Delilah looked perfectly fine and happy, but on the inside, she was torn asunder, hating that her brother had completely cut her out of his life. All because she had gotten married to his ex-best friend. There were times Delilah thought about divorcing Jon and begging for her brother's forgiveness, but then she realized how miserable that would make her and nixed it. Jon made her happy, was faithful and loyal to her, and proved it every single day and night. There were times Jon went out to have some beers with his friends in the company and she would do the same thing with Britt and a few others. They weren't always together and it just made their marriage stronger, along with their trust for each other. During those times, Delilah would break down to her friends about missing her brother and they comforted her the best way they could, reminding her it was HIS loss, not hers. It was Sami's decision to cut all ties with his sister and he was a douchebag for not giving her and Jon the benefit of the doubt.
Christmas and New Year's came and went with Jon and Delilah spending it in a club on the Strip, drinking and having a great time. She had even drunk a Long Island Iced Tea, after some persuasion from her husband, and made sure to take it slow with the drink this time. She had no idea what it was about that particular drink, but they wound up outside, laughing and giggling, both fifteen sheets to the wind. Right there against the building outside, where anyone could walk out and find them, Jon pounded her to ring in the new year, both completely consumed with each other. She had a skirt on, so it was convenient and the thought of being caught by someone out there turned her on like no other.
It also provided the perfect distraction from Delilah's inner turmoil regarding her brother.
Jon's home had been transformed into theirs, which was another distraction. Every day they had off was spent in Vegas, remodeling their home. Her apartment was gone; they had flown out for a day to grab whatever she wanted, which was just a few boxes of belongings, and it didn't cost a lot to have them all shipped to Vegas. Furniture was replaced, carpeting, painting, and the biggest guest room had been turned into a his/her gaming room with posters and her Game of Thrones collectibles all lined against the wall perfectly. It was nearly done, just a few finishing touches had to be added and Delilah finally felt like she was home whenever they came to Vegas. Jon had even put her on the deed to the house, meaning what he said about it being theirs, not just his. He also put her on every one of his cars and they had a joint bank account, not keeping or hiding anything from each other. Delilah had relinquished her independence, which was hard for her to do, but in the end, she knew it was the right thing to do.
January into February was insanity for both husband and wife because they were slated to win their first championships on the same night together. AEW Revolution pitted Jon Moxley against Chris Jericho for the AEW World Heavyweight Championship. Since January, Jon had been sporting an eyepatch to play off Chris sending a spike in his eyeball during an AEW Dynamite episode. Delilah had no idea it was happening, Jon never told her what was going down in his matches and she did the same to him, both wanting to surprise the other. She nearly beat the hell out of Chris, thinking her husband really did lose his eye to that spike…until Jon assured her his eye was perfectly fine. Chris was a professional and knew what he was doing, the precision of the spiking was on point. It had caught him right above the brow and only LOOKED like it had gone in his eye. Delilah slapped Jon across the face and then kissed him brutally, not believing he scared her like that. Of course, it was done privately and they wound up sexing it up in his private locker room, right against the door, so nobody could come in to disrupt them.
When Jon won the AEW World Heavyweight Championship, the amount of vindication he felt after what happened in WWE was mind-blowing. Delilah had won the AEW Women's Championship from Britt Baker earlier in the night and Jon had come out on top of the stage, clapping his hands. She walked right up to him and kissed him passionately before he raised her arm in victory, her other hand holding up the championship proudly.
Since Jon did that for her, Delilah did the same thing to him as soon as his music hit and he cut a promo, with his new champion t-shirt on, thanking the crowd and spinning it on the fly. That was the beauty of AEW, there were no scriptwriters, no creative team, the wrestlers got to go out there and do what they did best…THEIR way. It was a fantastic match with Chris and she beamed as Jon came up the rampway, this time kissing her and lifting her to settle on his hip, both holding their titles in the air as husband and wife.
As beautiful and memorable as that night was, it was also the beginning of the downfall for Delilah.
During her match against Britt Baker, Delilah missed a spot and wound up injuring her neck. She had no idea what she did, but when the stiffness would not go away and it was hard to function in the mornings, she went to the doctor to get checked out while still defending her women's title. The doctor concluded she had fractured her C1, but surgery wasn't required, just plenty of rest and ice. It was a month into her reign that Delilah received that news and she was both relieved and terrified because she'd had a fractured C1 the entire time.
Physical therapy commenced, she was home for a couple of weeks to recover, and she worked through the pain, wrestling as much as she could and even receiving pain shots in her neck. Nothing was working, though, so she resorted to the only other thing she could think of. Painkillers. Opiates. It wasn't every day she popped them, but on mornings when she was really stiff in her neck and could barely move, that was what they were there for. She had to keep going, knowing every bump was making her neck worse as the days and months passed by.