#combatcrafted

            –– ––              out   of   all   people   on   the  planet,   she   had   been   the   last   person   that   he’d   have   expected   to   see   today.   it   would   have   been   more   likely   to   meet   spongebob   in   the   streets   of   tokyo   than   meeting   her.   but,   there   she   was.   beautiful   as   ever,   jacket   and   tan.   just   like   he   had   left   her.   mercedes   was   still   herself,   even   if   her   hair   color   had   changed   and   they   hadn’t   talked   in   months   ( damn   him   and   his   terrible   smartphone   skills ).   jon   waited   for   the   perfect   moment.   waited   until   the   other   trainees   were   busy   and   until   the   trainers   had   put   their   attention   somewhere   else.   in   a   P  E  R  F  E  C  T   couple   of   seconds,   a   large   palm   wrapped   around   her   thin   wrist,   dragged   her   out   of   sight   for   the   others,   into   the   empty   hallway.   for   a   second,   jon   hesitated,   looked   at   her   just   long   enough   to   be   sure   that   he   wouldn’t   need   words   to   express   what   he   felt   about   their   surprising   meeting.   lips   met   lips   heatedly,   big   hands   grabbed   shoulders,   a   bearded   chin   rubbed   against   smooth   skin.   no   words   were   necessary. 

❥ 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇           /           @powertobite

          --- ---           a     deep     and     exhausted     groan     left     jon’s    throat     as     he     wiped     his     mouth     clean     and     washed     away     the     sickness     he     had     left     in     the     toilet     bowl.     his     head     was     pounding     in     pain     and     his     muscles     felt     weak.     ❝ f.uck     you.     go     A    W    A     Y     then. ❞     he     mumbled     before     managing     to     drag     himself     over     to     the     sink     to     rinse     his     mouth     from     the     disgusting     taste.     ❝ tequila     was     your     idea,     not     mine.     i     told     you     there’s     a     reason     W     H     Y     i     don’t     drink     it     but     you     just     had     to     talk     me     into     it. ❞ 

                –––––– ☁️THE ANTLERS LYRICS PROMPTS☁️ ––––––

       –– ––               jon   rolled   his   eyes   before   shrugging   at   her.   she   was   starting   to   get   on   her   nerves   badly,   A  N  N  O  Y  I  N  G   him   enough   to   make   him   miss   his   single   life,   miss   an   easy   bitch   that   would   just   suck   him   off   when   he   told   her   too   and   shut   her   mouth   any   other   day.   but   now,   he’d   had   to   be   dating   the   biggest   headache  he’d   ever   met.        ，       ❝ MAYBE   I   DON’T!! ❞        ，       the   dirty   blond   threatened   as   his   blue   eyes  pierced   right   through   her.       ，       ❝ MAYBE   I’VE   F  I  N  A  L  L  Y  HAD   ENOUGH   OF   YOU. ❞        ，       strong   arms   were   crossed   in   front  of   his   chest,   seriously   considering   what   he   had   just   said   for   a   moment.   was   it   what   he   wanted?   was   it   what   would   make  him   happy?

        –– ––              jon   was   angry.   and   when   he   head   her   words   he   felt   even   more   anger   and   annoyance   bubbled   up   inside   of   him.   she   didn’t   know   that   he   knew.   she   didn’t   realize.   and   he   had   wanted   to   give   her   a   fair   chance   to   say   it   on   her   own   terms.   but   he   was   giving   her   the   best   opportunity   now   and   mercedes   wasn’t   being   open   with   him.   it   pissed   him   off.   she   pissed   him   off.   rage   sat   deep   in   his   stomach   as   he   crossed   his   arms   in   front   of   his   chest.   ❝ this   isn’t   about   me.   i   don’t   need   anyone   sniffing   around   in   what   i   do.   but   i   also   don’t   need   to   be   hiding   behind   closed   doors   if   i   wanna   kiss   my   girl.   i’m   tired   of   it.   so   tell   me   W  H  Y  it   is   so   god   damn   necessary   to   remain   unseen   ?? ❞   one   more   chance.   he   gave   her   another   chance.   but   when   the   answer   didn’t   come   quick   enough   jon   huffed   and   shook   his   head.   he   looked   away.   a   bitter   smile   on   his   lips.   ❝ you’re a   fcking   coward.   lying   to   me   for   weeks.   bullshit.   this   whole   thing   is   bullshit   and   i   should   have   known   it   before.   pack   your   sht.   i’m   sure   your   B  O  Y  F  R  I  E  N  D  would   like   to   see   you   on   your   day   off. ❞

This should’ve been the moment when Mercedes came clean and told him exactly why they had to stay hidden but she had her doubts. Would Jon understand why she wanted to stay hidden? Would Jon still want to be with her if she told him why? Was it worth risking losing him again when they just came back in contact for the first time since before Wrestlemania? Mercedes took a deep breath. To say she was nervous that this was being brought up was an understatement. How could she turn this around in her favor? There had to be a way. She quickly shuffled through the ideas in her mind and gently bit down on her bottom lip… and then it’s almost like a lightbulb went off above her head. Not a bright lightbulb. It was a little dim since she wasn’t 100% confident in this idea. “Since when have you cared about being public and wanting to let everyone know our business?” she wondered; that being the best she could come up with on such short notice. Mercedes needed a chance to talk to Fergal so she could end things before Jon found out … or at least a chance to really think about who she truly wanted to be with more.

             –– ––              his   hips   snapped   forward   one   more   time   before   his   body   cramped,   his   fingernails   were   digging   into   her   thighs   and   his   mouth   stood   open   with   a   choked   moan   on   his   tongue.   fck,   he   wished   he   wouldn’t   have   reached   the   orgasmic   high   already,   would   have   loved   to   make   the   moment   last   forever.   but   now   it   was   over  and,   ❝ crap.. ❞,   jon   sank   back   into   the   sheets.   the   blond   didn’t   dare   to   blink,   wanted   to   enjoy   the   last   seconds   he   got   to   see   her   on   top   of   him,   her   thighs   resting   against   his   sides   and   her   fingers   scratching   over   his   chest.   leah   had   left   some   marks   on   the   tan   skin   but  jon   didn’t   complain.   marks   of   heavy   lovemaking   were   a   big   compliment   to   him.   even   when   she   was   just   sitting   there,   ❝ that was fcking   s.exy. ❞   leah   was   perfection.   she   was   H  O  L  Y   to   him,   no   matter   how   dirty   they’d   play.   even   though   his   member   was   getting   soft   slowly,   sensitive   quicky,   jon   didn’t   move,   enjoyed   the   contractions   of   her   tight   and   wet   walls   as   they   both   tried   to   come   down   from   their   climaxes.