Lilith Harlow

What are we doing

Ashlee's pov

We drive for what feels like hours but that might just be because I'm so caught up in conversation with Jon. Driving until no city lights are to be seen just, him and I. After the conversation we had at the bar I feel like we need something to lighten the mood. "So we know how our paths cross the first time on screen but do you know how we decide to become allies?" I guess he's thinking because he doesn't answer for a few minutes.

"I don't know how long they're going to stretch it along until we finally team but when I find out I'll let you know so we can get a feel for each other in the ring." He stops the truck as we pull up to a locked gate. This should be interesting. He tells me to wait for a second as he gets out to mess with the lock.

About a minute later I see the gate swing open as Jon gets back into the truck. The smirk on his face only grows as we climb the hill to who knows where. As we near the top I start to see a house come into view. Huge glass windows grace the front of the house. "How about we go inside and have a drink?" I try and keep the Cheshire grin off my face as I slide out of the truck. Stepping out to the front of the truck I feel Jon's hand on the small of my back, guiding me to the front door.

"Neat or on the rocks Ash?" I smile at the nickname and tell him to get me whatever. As he pours our drinks I can't help but admire him as makes the drink like it was what he was born to do. He hands me my drink with a smile on his face. We decide to go take in the night air and the city lights, so we step onto his patio.

"So have they told you how you're going to debut yet?" I shake my head and he continues. "So I have a match on the against Jericho for the title. I'm going to knock him into the ref and you're going to run down the ramp and attack Chris. I'm obviously going to take advantage of the situation and hit him with a paradigm shift for the win. So basically you're going to hand me the win." I can see this all playing out in my head and I am loving the way it turns out.

We talk for hours and have drink after drink and I haven't felt like this since.... actually I don't think anyone had made me feel the way Jon is in this moment. Having had a few drinks I start to get more and more flirty. (an: That has happened.... let's just say that was a fun phone call with my now ex-boyfriend. carry on with the story) Sliding closer to him on the couch, I can feel the tension rising between us. I finish my drink setting my glass down on the table and lean forward resting my elbows on my knees.

"So are you gonna wear the shorts you wore in NJPW or are you gonna wear jeans? Personally I wouldn't mind seeing you in those shorts." I hear his breath hitch and his eyes visibly go wide at my question. "Umm, ya' know I don't think that part's up to me, but that's good to know." He clears his throat as he finishes.

I lean back so that I'm no longer resting on my knees. His eyes travel the length of my body before he averts his gaze. "So do you know what your finishing move is going to be yet?" I nod my head but then have to give my self time to remember what's its called... I might have had a little to much to drink. After a minute the moves comes to mind and I am able to voice what it is.

"Its a rolling cutter. I'm calling it Hell's Gambit... well I am now that Cody added a new level to my persona." He thinks for a second before nodding his head.

Jon's pov

I really want to tell her what I think she should do for a finisher but I know how much she's had to drink and I don't know if she would remember it in the morning. Hearing her slur her word like she is I can tell that she's gone, and what she said about my gear kinda gave it away as well.

She stands. "Where's your bathroom?" Now it's my turn to stand. I take her hand and lead her up stairs to the bathroom before stepping into my room for a second. I need to breath before she gets out. I'm trying really hard to control myself around her and its proving to be a challenging task. I can't help it, I mean she shows up today in ripped jean shorts, a leather jacket and a purple lace crop-top, that barley covers anything might I add. Not to mention black knee high boots.

Hearing the bathroom door open I see Ash step out having now discarded her jacket and the tie that was holding up her hair. Fuck. She really has no idea does she?

"Hey Jon, come over here for a second. I have something to tell you." I make my way across the hall stepping near her. She makes a come hither motion with her index finger telling me to get down on her level. I comply.

Before I have a chance to realize what's happening she grabs the front of my shirt and kisses me. I don't know what to think and honestly it takes a few seconds to react. As she starts to pull away I grab her by the hips and pull her to me kissing her hard. She moans into the kiss.

Just like that my heart was pounding out of my chest. I could taste the whiskey on her tongue and I'm sure she could say the same. I don't know how we managed to stumble into my room but we did. As soon as Ashlee's back hit the bed I realized what was happening.

I pulled away just enough to put space between our lips. Detaching my hands from her hips I bring my thumb to her bottom lip. "Ash. What are we doing?" Hearing me say this just above a whisper, causes her eyes slowly flutter open. She isn't quick to respond as she look up at me. When she try's to lean in again I stop her. "Ashlee, stop. This is wrong we're drunk." I sigh before I finish what I was saying. "I don't want you to wake up in the morning and regret this."

She shoves my shoulder so that I move from on top of her. She stands fixing her shirt. "You might be right Jon but I know one thing, I wouldn't have any regret in the morning." She makes her way to the door. "I'm gonna go call a cab. Ill see you at work."

And just like that she was gone.

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