So... Now What?

Johnny panted heavily as he rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. The hotel was even more luxurious now that he was able to fully take advantage of the facilities, so to speak. After he and Taylor had abandoned Clyde to Cassie, there was nary a word spoken between them as they spent their time speaking only with their bodies. Catching up for lost time in a deep sensual embrace.

But now, things had cooled off and there was a moment for them to share. They had left a lot of unspoken things between them since the last time they saw each other. Johnny did not want to bring them up. He felt like he was responsible for some of what happened. Or at least that he had behaved badly while they were 'split'. He really wasn't sure about anything even though their passionate love making was quite clarifying. He'd missed it. He'd missed her. He hadn't expected to see her until after this tournament. Really, he wanted to win and then go to her. The last thing he expected was this, now. He smiled as he thought about it. It certainly was very much like Taylor. It was why he loved her. She wasn't like any other person in the world. That thought alone made him want to hold onto her.

Johnny turned and wrapped an arm around Taylor's body and hugged her close, kissing her cheek. His eyes drifted closed and he let out a hot sigh against her neck as he craned his head. "Babe..." He said. "I..." He paused. His mind told him to finish with the next two words in that sentence but instead, two different ones came out.

"''Im...sorry." His hand drifted timidly down her body as his fingers traced along her perky breast and rested lightly on her defined abs. He wasn't sure why but even in this heavenly embrace, he was still worried a bit. He needed to hear her words, to understand her more. To apologize for doing what he did. But, was now even the time. He really wasn't sure. He hoped she'd understand his feelings. There was a good chance that she was even more knotted up than he was. Maybe not though. Johnny's body remained calm and still. His breath was light even as his mind raced and his nerves tensed in his body with anticipation of what Taylor might say or do.

Taylor was completely limp on the bed, worn out and satisfied with a comfortable warm feeling all over. She laid next to Johnny, on top of a sweaty tangle of sheets, naked but for a short black necklace, a bright blue landing strip, and a contented smile. She felt like she could lay there forever.

Except eventually one of them would have to say something, and that made it more dangerous. After Taylor's initial injury, her and Akashi had a terrible fight that effectively ended their friendship. Taylor was shaken enough that someone she'd actually allowed herself to trust would betray her like that, she cut Johnny off too. It was a spur of the moment decision, and admittedly that was not the moment for her to make a decision like that, but she had panicked. Johnny didn't deserve that. She realized her mistake and tried to explain herself to Johnny, only to find him on a date with someone else. She could hardly bring herself to blame him, but it hurt her just the same.

So she'd decided that she wasn't going to ruin things by being a spaz again. She was going to be cool this time. She was going to be a good girlfriend and not burden Johnny with any of the craziness that swirled around inside of her. All she had to do was heap the things he liked on him, sex probably being number one on the list and they'd already thoroughly covered that, and everything would be fine.

"Ohmigod, shut up." She said softly with a smile. "There's nothing to be sorry for. Especially after that last one..." She absently rubbed a sore spot on her hip and her smile slowly broadened. That was going to be a bruise. Really, they shouldn't use a bed. They needed a big padded room. If the floor around the bed was padded, that would help. They were rather adventurous with their sexual technique, and gravity sometimes got the better of her.

"Seriously, all I want is to lay here with you. Is there anything else you want?"

Johnny smiled at Taylor's words. He couldn't help but chuckle at her words and pushed his arm against Taylor to hug her tightly. He let out a content sigh and kissed her cheek. "No, never, babe. I've wanted this for so long. I missed it. I missed you so much." Johnny turned his head a bit. "Shit..." Johnny closed his eyes and let his hand drift over to Taylor's hand and entangled their fingers.

Johnny swallowed hard. "That's exactly why I said that, man." He really hoped he was saying the right thing. "Ya know... I want this to keep on going for as long as it can. I wanna move forward, with you. All the shit that's happened has made me realize that. I mean... things were cool with us and it was great but I didn't know what the hell I was doing!" Johnny smiled. "I was just rollin with it. And then one day.. it was just like... gone, ya know? And then more shit happened and... well... I dunno... And then you're back and everything's great again!"

Johnny turned and looked at Taylor. "I don't want this to end at all... so... yeah... I dunno... it's all I can do. My part to move forward together. I didn't mean to hurt ya, if I did. That girl. She's a crazy bitch, man. It could have been bad and I only have luck to thank for you showing up that day. felt like a sign or somethin. It's the reason I even ended up here and junk. That's all, babe. I just want to make sure that we're cool and junk cause, you know, I love you."

Taylor froze. For the moment, she held her breath while Johnny spoke. She couldn't decide if it was everything she wanted to hear, at least that night, or if she wanted to get away. Go "get some ice" from down the hall or something. She'd never thought too hard about their relationship either, it always just went so easily. Of course she wanted to, like, move to the next level with it and all. Johnny was so much more to her than just a long term casual fling. So why did she feel so... trapped?

She slightly overcompensated for her frozen silence with a laugh that was a little too loud. "What girl?" She said. "I don't care about her! Please. I just... I was having a bad day anyway, and her kicking my ass was pretty uncool, but I wouldn't be jealous of her! I know you'd pick me over her every time, anyway. Unless... you wanted us both at the same time." She purred seductively with a devilish grin. She wrapped herself around Johnny and pressed her cheek against his chest.

"But... yeah." She said. She became somber, and found herself staring off into space. Suddenly she could feel her heart beating inside her chest. "I love you too." She whispered, and closed her eyes.

Johnny smiled at Taylor's words. He ran the flat of his palm up her body until it rested between the valley of her breasts and he felt her heart as well. He smiled and leaned in and kissed the corner of Taylor's lips before settling back down and closing his eyes as well, letting out a pleased sigh and going silent for a long moment.

His eyes then widened and he looked up at Taylor quietly. "Dude... I figured I was going to have to win this whole thing man. I was going to buy you a tv and shit too." Johnny shrugged. "I mean... you probably got a new one already and junk... but I dunno..." Johnny chuckled nervously. "I guess I ain't gotta win now, even." He was winning for Taylor but he had her back, he thought, and so he didn't quite feel the drive like he did before.

"But... she seriously kicked your butt? What the hell, dude!" Johnny teased, pressing his fingers into her side to try and tickle and poke her a bit. "I beat her by saying boo!"

"Hell yeah, you do! I'm not dating a loser!" Taylor said playfully. She giggled.

Her smile faded when Talia came up again. She wasn't going to let on just how much that girl ate at her, between finding her with Johnny and getting beaten up in the gym that one day Taylor had all sorts of miserable feelings surrounding her. She hated the fact that when she thought of Talia, she thought of Johnny, and what they might have done. It made her want to track her down and kick her ass and cry. But she wasn't going to tell Johnny any of that. She wasn't jealous. She was a good girlfriend.

"Oh, yeah, that..." She said quietly. "Well, it was when I still had broken ribs and stuff. The day that I... that we... ya know, that I bumped into you guys. When I went to show her around the Friction building, she started being a bitch about you, and, ya know, I didn't back down. She snapped. She went full bitch-mode on me and just beat me the fuck up. Then she didn't even have the balls to stick with it! She pussed out and started feeling all bad and shit. Man." She sighed. "That was a bad day. I mean... I'm not going to whine about it, but having broken ribs it's hard enough to breathe with the pain and everything, but having someone fucking pounding on you trying to break you even worse... I dunno."

She looked up at Johnny with her dark blue eyes and smiled. "But you kicked her ass for me, didn't you? Or... no. You just scared her. Weak fucking sauce, killer." She prodded, and poked Johnny in the ribs.

Johnny grinned at Taylor's words. He was definitely going to win. He didn't feel like it was as necessary as it was before, but now he felt a genuine will to do it. For his pride. For Taylor. For the two of them it would be an accomplishment. Johnny listened to her intently and considered what she was saying.

"Man... I know it now.. she's a crazy fucking bitch, man. She's got something fucked up in her head." Johnny smiled again. "Like... dude... I was just trying to end the fight cause, ya know, I didn't want to beat her up and shit... but she just like, kept screaming at me and throwing books and junk! I was all' what the fuck, dude? You want me to beat you up?' and she was all 'Yeah! Beat me up!' And I was like, dude, you're fucked int he head." Johnny smiled at Taylor. "She's fucked in the head man. But we ain't gotta worry about that shit anymore, I guess." Johnny sighed. "You know, babe... that sucks you got jumped by a crazy bitch and all, but that day... man... it wasn't so bad, really..." Johnny hugged Taylor tightly. "If things had gone differently then... maybe we wouldn't be here right now and shit. And... this is where I wanna be. Wherever you are, and junk."

Taylor propped herself up on one elbow and pushed Johnny. "You're not even worried about me getting my ass beat? Dude! That was like a really bad thing. And you don't care." She grinned. "But yeah... I guess so."

She didn't know quite where they were, or if it was better than where they were. Maybe they were better off, Taylor was certainly determined to make Johnny happy this time, not that he wasn't before, but she couldn't get the nagging thoughts about her break from Johnny and the thing with Talia from coming back. Her blue eyes, almost black in the dim light, drifted off in thought until she looked back at Johnny and smiled.

"Yeah. This is a very special place. I have something to show you. Some things. I meant to before, but I never got to it. Do you want to see what's in my bag?" She asked, with bright, intently hopeful and excited eyes.

Johnny grinned at Taylor's accusations. "I care! I care! What the hell, man!" He said and laughed. "No way she beat you up any worse than any of the chicks in the ring. Even WITH ambushing you and even WITH fucked up ribs!" He let out a sigh and looked up at Taylor with a big grin. Just having her back in his life, even with the teasing, every kind of it, felt like a missing piece was back.

Johnny's eyes lit up wen Taylor made her proclamation. Whatever she had to show him, Johnny was definitely all about it. And if it was something she had wanted to show him before they split up, then he was definitely into it. His eyes flickered as he met hers and he nodded like an eager puppy waiting for a treat. "Hell yes I do, babe!" He said joyfully. It couldn't possibly be bad, could it? Johnny knew it couldn't. Even Taylor's teasing wasn't that bad.

Taylor smiled at Johnny for a moment before getting up. She didn't think she could ever love anyone the way Johnny loved her. She didn't deserve him.

She took her time walking to her overstuffed backpack, knowing that Johnny's eyes would be on her, and made sure to make full use of her hips. As she disappeared into the bathroom, she snuck a sly smile over her shoulder at him.

"I've got two for you to see." She called through the door as she opened her backpack and checked her hair and face in the mirror. "This one's easier to take off, so I'll do it first. Then maybe you can earn your way to the second one." She said, being intentionally vague.

She lifted a one piece suit out of her bag. It looked so tiny when not stretched over her body, like a toy. She stepped into it, stretched it up over her shoulders, took a moment to adjust the seams and situate her breasts, and then paid some more attention to her hair. She made sure her bangs were loose and tossed the rest with her fingers. If she wanted to, she could get her hair to look pretty glam.

She stepped back and checked herself out in the mirror, turning around and looking over her shoulder at how it made her butt look. When she was fully satisfied, she went back out to Johnny.

The suit fit her like a second skin. It was gunmetal gray, almost silvery but not quite shiny. It resembled something like shark skin the way it caught the light. It had fine bright blue and black trim around the openings and a black and blue V-line that dipped low across her waist. It was cut high up on her hips, showing plenty of skin and every inch of her long, toned legs. She thought it made her hips look curvier. Under the high neckline the round outline of each breast showed through, slightly squished against the fabric with each nipple clearly visible. She would definitely need to wear things under it if she was ever to wear it outside the bedroom.

"What do you think?" She asked, sliding one hand down her body to her hip and sliding her hips out and cocking her head to the side. She was barefoot, wearing only the suit. It seemed to her like lingerie between pro wrestlers. It wasn't soft and dainty, it was still tough and she could feel badass in it if she dressed the rest of the way, but she felt sexier in it than she ever could in some lacy bra set.