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Trish was smiling as she let herself into John's locker room. She entered, closed the door behind her and stood with her back against it for a beat, silent as he looked up to meet her eyes. Not a moment later, the smile waned from her face as she locked the door and then made her way to him.
"John? What's wrong, honey?"
The dark-haired man shook his head and looked down, a slight shrug coming to him.
"It's nothing, Trish," he said, but it was plainly obvious to the blonde that he was lying. Something was bothering him, and she had to know why.
She kept her gaze on his face as she perched on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. When he still didn't look up, she moved one arm so that her hand was at his jaw, and she turned his head up so that he was staring into her eyes. His deep blue orbs took her breath away, always had.
"It's something," she insisted. "Sweetie, what's wrong? You should be *happy* - you're winning the championship back tonight."
John averted his gaze again, and the diva suddenly began to realize that was exactly what the problem was.
"John?"
He shook his head again but raised it to look into her chocolate-brown eyes this time.
"I can't win back the title like this," he said. His expression looked most unhappy as he continued. "The fans were merciless toward me at New Year's Revolution, Trish! I get the title back tonight and they'll eat me alive..." He rolled his eyes heavenward for a beat and then went on. "... Besides, this ain't right - Adam's been doin' great as the champ, and now they're taking the belt off him and handin' it right back to *me*?" He reached up with one hand to his chest, pointing to himself. "That ain't right, Trish... It ain't right."
The Canadian woman kept silent as she gazed into her boyfriend's face. He was really upset about this, when probably any other guy backstage would've been pleased with the decision to get the WWE title tonight - regardless of the fact that Adam had only had it for three weeks and was being stripped of it prematurely *and* unfairly.
"Man," Cena said, hanging his head again, "I'm all tense from this now."
Trish eyed him silently for a beat, and although she was concerned and didn't like that her man was unhappy, a bright smile returned to her face.
"Well," she began, tracing the outline of his jaw with her forefinger, "you know... I *do* have a solution for that."
John looked back up, arching an eyebrow as the blonde moved her face ever closer to him. His eyes closed slowly then as Trish pressed her full, luscious lips on his, the kiss starting off softly and tenderly. He began to relax as he felt her mouth open more fully, her hot, moist tongue prodding into his own mouth. Yes, she was most definitely a beautiful and welcome distraction. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist as he responded, kissing her back with fervor.
After a few moments, Trish pulled back, a small smile touching her lips as she kept her eyes locked with his, and she reached for his T-shirt. John got the message in an instant and moved so as to help her remove it from his chiseled chest. The blonde woman then tossed the garment to the floor, her smile widening as she held fast to her boyfriend again, and she went for his neck, kissing, sucking and nipping at it with passion. She did so in a way that would not leave any marks, yet she knew still turned him on something fierce. And as always, it did the trick, all right.
She pulled back again after several minutes, her breathing just as heavy as his was at this point. John's eyes were slightly glazed over from the intense ardor between them. He reached for her again, but Trish put her hand up, stopping him. She smiled again, moving one finger toward his lips. Then, still perched on his lap, she reached down for the hem of her shirt, lifted it up over her head and tossed it to the floor to join his.
Cena allowed his eyes to slowly scan over her lovely form clad in just a black bra up top, and he licked his lips as he drank in the sight of her.
"Oh, man... You are so beautiful," he whispered, his hands coming up to cup her breasts. He leaned forward, placing moist kisses in her cleavage.
Trish moaned, her hands lowering to roam over him. He was still wearing his jeans, but she could feel the hardness inside of them. She wanted to make him feel better, take away every last little bit of his tension and make him forget.
"John..." she said breathlessly. "... John, just a minute, hun." She straightened up, nearly wincing at the expression on his face as she pulled away from his kisses. The look in his blue eyes was as though she had just rejected him, and that was the *last* thing she wanted him to feel. "Let me do something for you." She grinned as her small hands reached for the button and zipper of his jeans.
He didn't say a word as he watched her undo his pants, and then, she slowly but gracefully slid off his lap and to the floor before him. The beautiful blonde Canadian reached into the boxers, her tiny, warm hand gripping his hardened member, and he caught his breath in his throat at the touch. He let out a groan as her hot, velvety mouth suddenly enveloped him, her lips and tongue working fiercely.
She didn't budge from that spot, didn't pause in her task for even a moment, not to relax her jaw, not for anything. She raised her eyes to study his expression, pleased when she saw the ecstasy on his face. But not once did Trish stop... She wouldn't stop until she'd fully satisfied her man.
She raised one hand, placing it on his finely muscled abdomen, her long nails gently scratching. The simple, small action seemed to have quite the effect on John as he let out an even louder groan.
"Trish... Oh, my God, Trish..."
The blonde spiraled her tongue around him, lingering the longest on the underside of his shaft. She knew he liked that best, and she fully intended to make this a memorable moment.
"Christ," Cena swore a moment later. His hips arched up somewhat as he felt the stirrings. He reached down, grabbing gentle hold of her long blonde hair. The pleasure was so great, he almost couldn't stand it. He threw his head back as he came, loving how his girlfriend didn't budge until he was completely done.
Finally, the diva raised her head, her right hand coming up to wipe at her moist lips, a smile again present on her lovely face. She joined him up on the couch again, her hands pressing to his cheeks as she kissed him deeply.
"I love you, baby," John said.
"I love you, too," she replied, nuzzling him.
*
The young man stepped into catering, fully aware of the fact that she'd come in here moments earlier. She had looked so unhappy, and he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. And while he knew she was currently involved with Matt Hardy, he couldn't help it. She was so pretty, and, from what he knew of her, very sweet and caring.
He stopped just past the door as he spotted her... She was sitting alone at a small table, a container of yogurt on the table in her left hand. In her right, she held a plastic spoon in the yogurt, and she was absently stirring. It seemed to him that she wasn't even touching the food, either. She still looked upset.
His mind made up after a momentary debate with himself, he strode over to her and sat down.
"Hello, Ashley."
The blonde looked up, her blue eyes slightly surprised as she saw the young man.
"Hi." She managed to smile in spite of the way she was feeling. "I'm sorry, I..." She shook her head, slightly embarrassed that she hadn't even noticed him until he'd actually spoken. "... I didn't see you."
"Hey, it's all right," he assured her, gesturing with one hand. He studied her for a beat. His thoughts shifted back and forth from how pretty she was to how unhappy she looked. "Are you okay? Forgive me for prying, but you look a little upset."
The 2005 RAW Diva Search Winner met his eyes before looking down at the table again, averting her gaze from his. She still felt horrible about the callous way Matt had dismissed her only moments earlier. She didn't know the man sitting across from her that well at all, but she saw warmth and kindness in his eyes. While it really wasn't any of his business, she *did* feel as though she needed someone to talk to.
"I am," she admitted, her left hand coming up to her blonde hair. She was nearly on the verge of tears as she softly let
it out to him.