Looking at her sleeping, he still couldn’t believe some of the things they had talked about. How could she think that her world wasn’t as important as others? It just didn’t make sense. She was so together professionally, but was a wreck when it came to her own life. He knew she hadn’t talked about her past very much, and he was pretty sure it was on purpose. He did find out that she had way more schooling behind her than he had guessed. He wasn’t sure why she was helping Big Dave, other than family obligations. She told him about her martial arts training, he thought that was cool. It made sense with the way she moved, smooth and graceful, he thought. She laughed when she told him about her nieces and nephews. He knew they meant a lot to her. He hadn’t figured out why she didn’t have any kids of her own, but guessed she wouldn’t tell him, if he asked.

He had told her all about his childhood, growing up and doing stupid and reckless stuff, just because he could. She had laughed at his stories about falling out of trees while he was competing with his brothers for the first cherries of the season. He enjoyed sharing himself with her and he enjoyed making her laugh. He thought she hadn’t allowed herself to laugh for a long time. He appreciated the fact that she was able to laugh with him. He loved the sound of her laughter, thinking about it made him grin to himself. He recognized the trust she must have to let him ‘in’. He made sure to let her know as often as he could how special she was, not just to him but to everyone that knew her. She thought he was crazy, but she needed to hear it. He knew that his heart was going to be broken when she left, but it was worth it to him. She needed someone to protect and care for her as much as she did for others, but she didn’t want to hear that. She had shut him out when he talked to her about it. He would try again, because she was worth it. His mom always said he was a hopeless romantic and he never knew what she meant, until now. They both knew their time together was short, so they tried to keep things light hearted. It was a losing battle for him, he knew.

He woke up slowly, realizing he was in bed alone. Once that thought formed, he sat up quickly. He looked around trying to see her, but the room was too dark. He turned on the light next to the bed. He glanced around and still didn’t see her. He got out of bed and thought maybe she was in the bathroom. She wasn’t. He started to worry, not sure where she could have gone, since it was her room. He grabbed his pants and pulled them on, just in case he had to go out. He remembered that the room had a balcony and he hadn’t checked that yet. He slid open the door and saw her, sitting quietly looking out at the city. She was illuminated dimly by the city lights. He wasn’t sure if she heard him, she didn’t look his way.

He walked up to her quietly and said, “Baby, what are you doing out here, watching it rain?” She looked his way, he could see she hadn’t been aware that he was out there until he spoke, but she didn’t appear startled.

“I like the rain, John. I didn’t want to wake you by turning on a light, so I came out here. The sound of the rain is very soothing. It washes everything away so we can start fresh. I like the fact that it rains when it wants to, no matter what the forecasters say.” She sat quietly for a few moments. He had never seen this side of her before and he was intrigued. “The surety of rain reminds me that I am no more important that a grain of sand,” she said quietly.

He could hear the sadness in her voice at her last pronouncement, but she wouldn’t talk about it, no matter how hard he tried. “Baby, you’re way more important than that, to me,” he said as he reached his hand out to her and brushed her hair away from her face. She smiled at him, but stayed silent. He touched her hand and felt how cold it was. “Carrie, how long have you been out here?”

“I don’t know, probably a couple of hours. I can’t sleep like you, I wish I could, but I can’t,” she said as she looked into his concerned gaze.

“You need to come back inside and get warm. You’re hands are frozen, I’m sure the rest of you is too. What were you thinking, sitting out here in nothing but a shirt,” he asked her.

“It didn’t seem that cold to me. Stay out here with me,” she asked him. He was dubious, but sat down on the other chaise. She left her chair and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and she snuggled into his comforting embrace. He kissed her softly. He could see her smile in the darkness. She reached up to rake the back of his neck with her nails.

“Baby, don’t start that now,” he warned her. She looked at him, gauging his desire possibly, and kissed him deeply. He moaned into her as he held her on his lap, feeling her pressing against him, knowing that he wanted her again. He let his hand stroke her leg, creeping up her thigh and stopped short of touching her enough to make her squirm.

“Now who’s being bad,” she asked him quietly. He grinned at her in the darkness, knowing what they both wanted. She continued to tease him with her touches and kisses. He grew more eager to possess her fully. He slipped his hands inside her shirt to stroke her willing breasts. She gasped as his cool hands touched her. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to take torturing her, listening to the rain. She was kissing and nibbling on his shoulders and neck, making him crazy. She wanted him. She wanted him now in the darkness and dampness of the rainy night. She climbed off his lap and pulled her shirt off and shivered in the chill night air. He reached for her as she helped him shuck his pants. No words had been said for many minutes, none were needed. She pushed him back to his chair and straddled him, slowly lowering herself on to him, inch by painfully slow inch. He grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her to him and kissed her deeply, pouring all his love for her into the kiss. She started her slow torture, as he settled his hands around her waist. She kept the pace slow, wanting to prolong their coupling in the rain. He wanted her and was amazed that he was able to hold out even though she was naked and riding him illuminated only by the city lights. He needed to kiss her, kiss her breasts as they bounced in front of him, taunting him with their pebble like nipples. He leaned forward to capture one of the bouncing orbs with his mouth. He was rewarded by her gasp. She picked up the pace, she was getting closer he knew. He was mesmerized by the sight of her, riding him, bouncing on him for her own pleasure. He thought he’d never seen anything so beautiful before. He felt himself get closer. He wanted her to climax so he attacked her other orb and suckled it with his tongue and teeth. He was rewarded by her throwing her head back and bouncing on him faster and harder. He felt her tighten on him and knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. She clamped down again as he kissed her, to keep them both quiet. He loved to hear her make noise and scream his name, but he was worried that others might hear them outside. He was almost successful in keeping her quiet, almost. She slowed her rhythm and their breathing slowed. He rubbed her back as she slowed and stopped. She curled back into his protective embrace. She tucked her head under his chin, and listened to him breathe and the pounding rain. He was playing with her hair, it was so soft. He loved touching it. He loved touching her, he admitted to himself. They stayed quiet, for many minutes, just enjoying each others company and the silence of the night.

“You think you might be able to sleep now, Baby,” he chuckled. She nodded into his chest and got up. They went inside together and shut out the rainy night.

Their next door neighbor had been sitting outside on his balcony watching the rain, too. He hadn’t been able to sleep, his back was bothering him and the mattress wasn’t helping. Sometimes he had those kind of nights where no matter what, he couldn’t get comfortable enough to sleep. He had been sitting outside almost as long as Carrie, but he was leaning against the sliding door, so he was in the shadows, unseen. He was pleasantly surprised at Cena’s concern for her. He wasn’t able to see both of them. He could see the back of her thanks to the city lights and hadn’t been able to stop himself from watching them. He was smiling and stroking his moustache as he thought about what he had just witnessed. He knew he wasn’t going to say anything to her, she was an adult. He was just a little surprised at her choice. He realized there was much more to the pretty lady that he called Lil’ Sis. Randy would shit, he knew. He’d been trying to get in her bed for years. All of Evolution knew it, all of them except her. With that thought making him chuckle, he went back inside to try and get a few more hours rest before the next busy day.

***

She made sure to suppress her grin when she saw the red headed diva try to talk to John. She could tell from her view that he wasn’t interested. They were finished for the night and were heading to their car and back to the hotel. Everyone was looking forward to a few days rest. It had been a long, busy week. Unfortunately for her, they were going to have to walk past the little bitch to get to their car. The boys were silent behind her, but she knew they were aware. It had been a couple of weeks since Christy slapped her, but she hadn’t forgotten. As they approached the two, John turned to her and smiled, Christy noticed and Carrie could see she was up to something. Oh shit, here we go. This will be short and sweet, and I’ll blame it on cramps or a hormonal rage or something, she thought.

Christy turned to the men behind Carrie and said,” Did you guys see me on TV tonight? What did you think of my in ring skills?”

“Um, I didn’t see you, but the whole fucking arena heard you. Aren’t those the same noises that Randy told us about, Hunter?” Dave looked to his buddy with an evil smirk. He was tired and irritated with playing with this one and wanted her to know it.

Hunter couldn’t resist, “Now that you mention it, they did sound exactly like what Randy described, only louder. He said she was real good at making noise.” All three men chuckled at her. She was embarrassed by their comments and knew her plans for the evening weren’t going as she had hoped. She stopped for a minute, thinking.

“Why don’t you ask John about noises? I’m sure she makes some too,” she said with malice and looked directly at Carrie and smiled. Before anyone had a chance to open their mouth to say anything, Christy was flat on her back, unconscious. All three men were looking at Carrie and the still didn’t understand how she reacted so quickly and precisely.

Hunter looked from Carrie to the unconscious diva and back again, silently.

“Damn, Lil’ Sis, that was good,” Dave said appreciatively and nodded.

John looked from one to the other and just shook his head. “She going to be alright,” he asked the tiny lady who had struck so quickly.

“Who would be able to tell? Was she before?” she asked flippantly. “If you mean will she wake up? Of course.” She turned to David and said calmly, “Don’t let anybody touch her to wake her up. The longer she’s down, the shittier she’ll feel. No smelling salts for this little bitch. You know what I mean,” she asked. David nodded. John was dumbfounded; he’d never seen anything like what he just witnessed.

“You two,” Carrie said, pointing at David and John, “Stay with her to make sure she stays asleep as long as possible. Don’t touch her. Once she wakes up, the whole fucking arena will probably hear her, again.” David nodded his understanding; he remembered how awful he felt when she did that to him.

“You,” she pointed at Hunter, “please come with me. I have to go tell Vince one of his pets has had an accident.” Hunter’s eyebrows went up, but he didn’t say anything. “David, I’m so sorry,” she said as she turned to go. David nodded, letting her know he understood. Hunter turned to go with her. He knew she would need to have another person with her when she went to go see Vince. He wasn’t stupid and neither was she.

Once they had turned a corner and were out of view she stopped for a moment. Hunter waited in silence by her side. He wasn’t sure what she was doing, but he’d wait. She stared off into space for a moment, then let a deep breath out. She looked at her blonde protector, knowing this would probably be the last time they would travel together thanks to her stupidity, and asked,” Ready?”

“Oh yeah,” he grinned at her and she knew he was not just Hunter, but also The Game for her tonight. They finally found the make shift office as it was called. It was tucked behind some production equipment, for a specific reason, she guessed.

She looked at the two standing outside the door and said, “I need to see him. It’s very important.” They moved to block her path, but a growl from Hunter stopped them. She turned to him and said, “Thanks.” He nodded.

She knocked on the door and waited for a response. Nothing. She knocked again. She heard a muffled, ”God damn it, what part of private don’t you understand?”

She knocked louder and harder, because she knew what he was doing and she was getting irritated by all the shit. Hunter stayed right by her side, quietly.

The door was yanked open from the inside and Vince stuck his head out and said, “This had better be good.” Then he saw her standing and waiting and he smiled lecherously. “Oh, yeah. This is good,” he said to himself. Hunter leaned a little closer to Carrie so Vince wouldn’t miss him if he bothered to look again. He did, because he was already thinking about her and what he’d do to her. “What do you want,” he asked Hunter rudely.

“I’m with her,” he said looking him straight in the eyes. Vince frowned at the blond wrestler, knowing he didn’t want to cross him again. The door shut and there was noise on the other side. Carrie just shook her head and looked at Hunter. They both knew what he was doing and were disgusted by him. The door reopened and one of the young female stage hands ran past them.

“This had better be good,” Vince snarled at Hunter. Hunter remained silent, letting Carrie take the lead.

“Mind if we come in,” she asked. It was a moot point because she was already walking past him to his inner sanctum. Vince just stood by and let the two walk past him into his road office. He had no idea what she wanted, but he hadn’t forgotten her or his plans for her. The fact that The Game was with her was a complication he didn’t count on. He’d have to think of something.

“I’m sorry to be the one that has to tell you this, but one of your pet projects had a training accident,” she said as she looked him straight in the eyes. It was disconcerting to him, since very few of his own employees did. Hunters stayed quiet, next to her.

He squinted at her slightly, “What kind of accident and who,” he asked.

“Your little red headed project. She seems to have had an accident and broke my fingernail.” She paused to look at the mentioned nail and seemed very concerned by it. Oh, she’s good, Hunter thought to himself. Vince turned the information over in his mind, trying to make sure he understood what she wasn’t saying.

“How did this accident happen,” he asked in a deceptively mild tone.

“Well, she wanted to show us her new in ring skills. Unfortunately for her, she fell and tripped and hurt herself. I’m sure she’ll be fine in a few days. She really shouldn’t be allowed in the ring, Vince. .She’s sure to hurt herself more next time.” Carrie continued to appear worried, looking at her broken nail. “I’m just so upset that this happened, I don’t know how I’m going to find the time to get it fixed.”

“I could sue you, you know,” Vince said quietly.

“You could try,” she said just as quietly. Again, he wasn’t used to not being automatically capitulated to, so he had to regroup for a moment. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something else ridiculous, Carrie quietly said, “Vince, you forget. I have seen the contracts you make all your talent sign. There are some lovely little clauses about training injuries and hold harmless agreements, in particular in reference to working with contract or independent employees.”

He was stunned. He had never had anyone call his bluff before. He thought he was going to be able to work this to his advantage, bending her to his will as he had been wanting to for all these years.

“I do expect to be compensated for my time and energy while I tend to my worry,” she said seriously as she looked again at her broken nail.

“What? Oh,” he was still stunned. How did this happen? How did this little thing just manipulate him? He had no idea. He thought he understood women, but he didn’t understand this one. Shane said she was approachable and friendly, why wasn’t she with him. She and Hunter turned to leave.

“She should be fine for limited ring work in a few days. But no rough play for a couple of weeks,” she said over her shoulder. Vince just stared at her, dumbfounded.

Once they were far from view, but not back to where Christy and the other two were, she stopped. She was shaking and had to take a couple of deep breaths before she could continue. Hunter was amazed. He knew she had balls, but never like that. He was more impressed with her handling of Vince than how quickly she struck Christy. She never raised her voice, never threatened him; it was amazing to witness and he loved his Lil’ Sis all the more because of it. He knew that her actions tonight hastened Dave’s transfer to Smack Down, but he was glad he was part of it in some small way.

“Take my arm,” he said to her. He noticed she was shaking and understood the reason. She looked at him and saw understanding, so she grabbed his arm to keep herself from falling.

“Thanks. I’m going to miss you,” she said quietly.

“What? Everyone knows what an evil bastard I am,” he said and smiled at her.

They continued to walk back to the area where Christy was. They could tell that there was some commotion. There were lots of people running with equipment. Before they reached the area, David and John found them.

“Hey, how’d it go,” David asked.

“Un fucking believable,” Hunter smiled. “If you ever get tired of traveling with this asshole, you let me know,” he said to Carrie who was still holding on to his arm. She looked up at him and smiled shyly. “Wait until we get in the car, you won’t believe our girl. Did the red head wake up,” he asked David.

“Oh yeah. Carrie was right, she’s been crying and whining ever since,” he said.

“Stupid bitch. If she’d shut up long enough, she’d realize she’d feel better if she stayed quiet, but then I can only think of one time in her life when she’d be quiet, and that would be to have her mouth occupied with something.” Carrie snapped.
The three men couldn’t believe what they just heard. They looked at each other just to make sure they understood her meaning, then back at her, then they all busted up laughing.

***

“Yes, Mike. What’s up,” Kris asked him as she picked up the phone.

“I have a favor to ask,” he said.

“Is this favor illegal,” she teased her husband’s longtime friend. He could hear the smile in her voice so he didn’t take offence.

“Um, could be a little risky, does that matter,” he was also smiling.

“Just makes it more fun. Anyway, tell me so I can say no,” she chuckled.

“Damn, just like that? Dave and Carrie get home tomorrow, right? I wanted to leave some food for her at her place, but I don’t have a key. You think she’d be pissed if I left her some stuff?” Kris considered what he was asking and knew Mike really wanted to just take care of her and wanted to know if Carrie would allow it.

“I don’t see any harm in it. I have to go to her place tomorrow anyway to drop some stuff off. Can you meet me there at 11 or so,” she asked him.

“That’s sounds good to me. Just meet you there?” he asked her.

“Yeah, I can leave my door key at home if you want to break in and make it more fun,” she laughed at him.

“Oh, sounds great. See you tomorrow. Thanks Kris.” Now he had to go to the store and get stuff for her that she’d bother to eat. Now that he understood her dietary restrictions better, he felt surer about shopping for her. He had never been a huge label reader. He knew the obvious things that worked with his diet, but he was just learning how much stuff she couldn’t eat. It was an awakening for him to realize that most people had no idea what they put in their bodies or how fortunate they were that they could be so ignorant. He also looked at some junk food for her. Just for fun he grabbed some safe junk food and put it in his basket. He wasn’t sure what she’d eat, so why not try it, he thought. Dave had said yesterday that she was looking like she felt a little better, she wasn’t falling asleep all over the place, he had been pleased to hear.

He met Kris the next day, loaded with food. Some of it perishable, but a lot of other stuff she could eat at any time. He had many bags to bring in. Kris saw him start to unload the passenger side of his truck and shook her head.

“Mike, when is she going to eat all of that,” she questioned the big man.

“What? Oh, not all of this is for the next day or so. She doesn’t really have much food in her house, so I went shopping and found stuff she could eat. I learned lots of things yesterday, mainly about how lucky you and I are,” he said truthfully. Kris didn’t say anything more. She had her hands full, too. “Can I help you with anything,” he asked her.

“No, I’m fine. I went shopping recently too. But she knows about it,” she smirked. He looked at the kind of bags she was carrying in and realized they were clothing bags.

“So you’re the person who buys her clothes? That makes a lot more sense to me,” he said smiling at her.

“Shit, Mike. You’ve seen how she dresses when she’s at home. If I let her, she’d go around like that all the time,” Kris shook her head at her friend. “Carrie is completely clueless when it comes to shopping or buying her own clothes. When she first moved back here, her closest was full of t-shirts and crappy old jeans. Nothing else.” He smiled as a more complete picture of Carrie was being filled in.

“Do you buy Dave’s suits too,” He asked.

“Yes, because he dislikes shopping for that stuff and now he doesn’t have any time anyway. He gets his suits made, like I’m sure you have to. That isn’t the tough part, it’s all the rest of the stuff.”

“Between the two of us, we’ve got them covered, is that what you mean,” he laughed. Kris laughed as she considered it and realized that in a way, he was right. She just hoped Carrie would let it continue.

As they were finishing up putting away all their goodies, a delivery truck pulled up. The driver got out and walked up, intent on delivering the flat envelop to the two in the driveway.

“Can either of you sign for Ms. Martin,” he said as he checked his notes. Kris nodded, and took the envelope and signed on the requested line. Kris looked at the envelope and couldn’t hide her dismay.

“Kris, what’s the matter? Who’s it from?” Mike asked her since he noted she paled as she looked at it. Kris just shook her head and walked it into Carrie’s place and left it for her just inside the door, where she knew she left her keys. She stayed quiet as she shut and locked her door.

She turned to Mike with a smile, “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you in the next couple of days. Let’s hope she enjoys some of the food you brought. You really are spoiling her you know.”

“We’ll see. Thanks for letting me in Kris. I’ll talk to you later,” he said as he climbed back into his truck. He knew something was seriously wrong, but she wasn’t going to tell him. He’d just have to wait for a couple of hours for Carrie to come home.

Kris knew about last night’s events and was almost expecting a delivery today from the office, telling David of his immediate transfer to Smack Down. Everyone knew it was on the horizon, Carrie’s actions just sped it up. She wasn’t prepared to see that envelope with that return address on it. She tried not to think about it as she drove over to Carla and Wease’s to pick up Lissa. Maybe she was wrong, maybe it meant something else. She hoped so, but couldn’t shake the bad feeling she had the moment she spotted it.

***

Since it was their last night together, he stayed the entire night in her bed. He enjoyed not having to jump out of bed and run down the hall to his own room. This felt so right, so good. He wished that it wasn’t going to end, but they both knew it was. Her actions tonight had expedited the process. She apologized to him for her stupidity, as she called it. He was still amazed at her action, and the speed of her strike. He knew there was more to this lady than she allowed him to see, but the more glimpses he got of her, the more he loved her and wanted more. She was sleeping peacefully after waking him up several hours ago. He didn’t mind letting her sleep, he didn’t mind that at all. He just didn’t know how he was going to be able to say good bye to her today. He was already getting upset about it, so he tried to put it out of his mind for now and enjoy the time they had.

She had told him he would find someone that was good for him and he’d forget her as soon as she was gone. He wished it was going to be that easy. He was surrounded by beautiful women all the time, but none of them interested him. He would probably bed some of them eventually, but he wouldn’t love them, not like he loved her.

He let her sleep and he watched her, memorizing her face, remembering her laugh, her smile, the way she looked at him. Oh man, he knew it was going to be tough, but he wasn’t really prepared for it to be like this. Was this what she had been trying to warn him about? It was still worth it to him, even if it was ten times worse. He looked at the clock and saw they needed to get up soon so they could catch their flights, back home. He felt his eyes start to burn and cursed himself for his weakness. He quickly wiped his eyes and leaned down to kiss her awake.

“Carrie. Baby, time to wake up,” he said as he kissed her lips. She smiled but kept her eyes closed. He kissed her nose, he kissed her cheek, he wanted to kiss every inch of her if she’d let him. She opened her eyes and looked into his eyes, knowing how much he loved her.

“I can think of a nicer way to help me wake up,” she smiled up at him. He didn’t need to be asked twice. He flipped the covers back and climbed in with her. He reached over to touch her cheek; she was so beautiful to him. She smiled at his action. She leaned over to kiss him and he held her tightly, not wanting to let her go. She understood, so she held him and rubbed his back silently. He just wanted to hold her. He wasn’t sure how long she let him hold her before she quietly said, “John. Sweetie. We have to take a shower soon.” He reluctantly let go of her, silently cursing himself again for his weakness. He had promised himself he wasn’t going to breakdown, especially not in front of her and what did he do the minute she was awake. He pulled away from her and nodded into her eyes. “I know I could sure use some help, you think you’re up to it?” She smiled at his surprised expression.

“Baby…I…” he stopped, not wanting to say anything more. She gently took his hand and led him into the room’s spacious bathroom.

“When did you put those back on,” she asked him, looking at his shorts. He forgot he had put them back on. He quickly stripped them off so he could join her in the shower. She had stepped in and adjusted the water temperature to her satisfaction. She turned and held her hand to him. He took it, like a drowning man hoping to stay afloat.

She quickly lathered her hands with the soap and beckoned him to her. She started on his back, soaping him up and rubbing his tensions away. She slid her soap slicked hands down to his ass and made sure to pay particular attention to it. She surprised him as she reached between his cheeks and under and grabbed him. All he said was,” Hey now, when’s my turn?” She chuckled and continued washing the backs of his legs. He was smiling as he turned around and held out his hand for the soap. She obediently handed the soap over and turned around and stepped into the water.

“None of that, Baby. You have to wait,” he smiled at her wet shapely back. She stepped back to him and he lathered his hands up with the soap and set it in the dish. He used both his hands as he rubbed her shoulders, rubbed her back, slid his hands down to rub her shapely ass. He knew he wanted her again, even though they had just made love a few hours ago. He snaked one of his hands around to rub her flat belly, knowing it drove her crazy. It was doing the same thing to him, too. He massaged her breasts with his slippery hands. She leaned back into him and rubbed her slippery back against him. He continued soaping up her belly, her breasts and slid his hands down to her legs. She obediently lifted a leg so he could reach her toes. He was having a hard time concentrating and standing upright in the hot water. He slid his hands up to her hips, then slid them to her inner thighs, making her moan quietly. He smiled as he realized she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He stepped into the water spray to rinse off a little and pulled her to him in the water to rinse her off too. After a few seconds he decided they were both clean enough and bent down and picked her up. She kissed him as the water hit his back. She wrapped her legs around him, letting him know what she wanted, what they both wanted. He shifted her a little and kept both of his hands on her ass as he guided her onto his ready cock. Oh man, he would never get tired of her, he knew. She clamped down on him and probed his mouth with her tongue. He stepped away from the water for fear of losing his footing. He slowly slid himself out of her and looked at her, memorizing her, committing the moment to memory so he could savor it over and over.

He whispered, “I love you, Carrie,” and smiled at her as he slid himself deep into her tight grip. She dictated the pace with her legs, she wanted him to go slow and tease her. He kissed her and continued the gentle torture of their last love making. He couldn’t keep himself slow after a while, his need was growing, but he wanted her to come for him one last time.

“Baby, what can I do for you?” he asked her. She smiled and said, “Let me hang on to something besides you.” He did as she asked. She reached for the shower head. He was able to concentrate more on loving her instead of keeping them both upright. He slowed the pace again for her until she said, “John, you know what I want, what I need. Stop playing with me.” He pounded into her and was rewarded by her gasp as she clamped down on him again. He surprised himself by being able to hold back for her. He continued his pounding into her, knowing he was getting closer. She was almost there, he could tell because she was getting tighter.

“Oh baby, I love you,” he said to her just as she reached her climax and clamped down even more. He didn’t know how much more he could take. She relaxed her grip a little and he thought he was safe until a few seconds later she clamped down on him again.

“Oh yes, John, yes” she said. He was so ready. He put his hand on the wall above her head to keep upright as he emptied himself into her for the last time…

They were quiet as they waited for the ride to take them to the airport. She and David had one flight and John & Hunter had another. She was still filled with guilt over her actions, knowing that there was probably an envelope waiting at his house telling him of his transfer.

“Lil’ Sis, don’t worry about it. You’re the one who found out for me that it was happening. No one else had the balls to tell me,” David said to her as they all waited. He knew she was upset at herself and he didn’t know how to make her understand that he was okay with all of it. He looked over and met Hunter’s eyes. Hunter just smiled at him and shook his head, didn’t look like he was going to get any help there. He glanced over at Cena and saw he wasn’t in any state to have a conversation with. He looked miserable. She just nodded, but kept quiet. Hunter reached into his pocket and pulled out an apple and handed it to her. She just said, “asshole” as she bit into it. For some strange reason, that struck Hunter as funny and he chuckled. David looked at him and started to laugh too. Before long they were both laughing loudly, at each other, at her and the damn apple, who knows what else. John started to chuckle with them too. The only one who wasn’t laughing was eating her damn apple. They were still chuckling when their car pulled up. They managed to load their bags and get into the car without too much fuss, considering they were still being silly. She had finished her apple long ago and discarded to core, but they were still laughing about it.

The ride to the airport didn’t take very long. When the car stopped to let them out, all of them got quiet again. David had her bags, John and Hunter carried their own. After check in and the security check point, they had some time to kill before Hunter and John’s plane would be ready for boarding.

“Can you watch my stuff for me,” she asked David. He nodded and looked over at Hunter. She got up from her seat and walked in the vague direction of some of the stores. John waited roughly five seconds before he jumped up and followed her. Hunter and David shared a long look, but no words. Several brave fans realized who they were and before long they were busy signing stuff for people. They posed for some pictures, talked and laughed with some fans and just generally passed the long tedious airport time by talking with fans. Both Hunter and David rarely got a chance to spend that much time talking one on one, so they enjoyed it. It was a nice break for them and their fans were thrilled with the openness of the famous wrestlers.

John reached out and took her hand. She turned to him with a question on her lips. He shook his head and just held her hand, indicating he’d go where ever she was going, he just wanted to be there with her. She understood, she wasn’t as immune as she let him believe. But she didn’t want to show him for fear of letting him think they had a future. That wasn’t part of the deal they agreed to. She had cursed herself repeatedly over the last two weeks for her foolishness in breaking her number one rule with the boys, never sleep with one of them and don’t ever get involved with one of them, ever. He was such a sweet man, she knew he’d find someone that would appreciate and love him as much as he loved them. She was still questioning herself why she seemed unable to love him as much, were the scars too deep? That was too depressing to even consider right now, so she pushed that thought away. She purchased a new book and reclaimed his hand after paying for it. He squeezed her hand gently, letting her know he loved her regardless. She walked to one of the phone alcoves and turned to him, and reached up to him. He looked at her and kissed her, knowing it was probably the last time. He felt himself start to break so he pulled away to regain control of himself. She took his hand and stayed quiet, waiting. They heard the overhead announcement of his plane being called for boarding. He sighed and pulled his hat down low. Both of them turned to head back to the gate and his bags.

Hunter and David were standing and waiting for them to come back. Hunter was going to say something sarcastic, but decided against it as they walked up.

“See ya later, buddy,” David said and gave John a hug and a slap on the back.

John slapped his back too and said, “Yeah, watch out for those limo drivers in Boston next time.” David chuckled.

He slapped Hunter on the back and said, “See you later and thanks. Thanks for everything.” Hunter just nodded.

Hunter turned to Carrie and wrapped her in a big hug. “Take care of our boy here,” he said to the top of her head. She nodded into his chest for an answer. They picked up their bags and turned to the helpful ticket agent waiting on them. “See you at Summer Slam. It’s at your place this year,” Hunter said to the pair they were leaving behind.

Hunter and John were seated next to each other since Carrie handled both of their schedules. Hunter looked over at his young friend and said, “Hey, look at it this way, you’ll see her again at Summer Slam.”

John shook his head and said, “She said no, none of that shit.” With that announcement, he pulled his hat down and was silent for the rest of the flight. Hunter was surprised, but knew he shouldn’t be. His Lil’ Sis was always full of contradictions. He knew that he would always think of her as Lil’ Sis, even when they were old and gray.

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