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If there was one thing that Ada was certain of while she was awake at four in the morning - other than the fact she did not want to be awake at four in the morning - it was that she hadn't missed airports.
Specifically, she hadn't missed airport departure lounges.
If there had been one small, tiny, completely inconsequential personal upside to the global pandemic that had kept them all in one place for the majority of the last twelve months (and Ada had had to try and find that kind of upside to the whole situation to stop herself from going crazy), for Ada it had been the fact she'd gotten to avoid airports - and, in particular, avoided sitting in departure lounges.
She despised departure lounges.
They were basically waiting rooms: impersonal, sterile, and uncomfortable - except unlike a waiting room at a doctors' or dentists' surgery, airport departure lounges were frequently too loud, normally at least a little dirty, and always, always too damned cold.
Ada travelled light, she always had - if she was flying from Florida, a state where the humidity could make even a t-shirt seemed like an excessive amount of clothing, to Arizona, where the heat felt like it could cook you alive the moment you stepped outside: then she wasn't packing a warm coat. It would just take up too much space in her carry on and hotel room, since it would never see the outside world, because she wouldn't need it anywhere except for in the fucking airport departure lounges. It was just a matter of being practical.
Unfortunately, that practicality did not help her when she was in said fucking airport departure lounges.
Now that the pandemic situation - while far from gone - was more more stable than it had been in a long time, and things were starting to go back to normal, the roster were going back on the road (or in the air) which meant that Ada, along with everyone in the locker room, was going to be spending more time in places like airport departure lounges.
And if that meant that Ada hard to sit huddled in an uncomfortable seat, arms wrapped around herself to try and keep herself as warm as possible, surrounded by her co-workers and some confused looking businessmen...well, that was a small price for getting to do her job the way she loved it again.
But she was going to bitch like hell while she was going it, if only in her own head.
Especially when I'm fucking freezing.
Pulling her feet up onto the seat, Ada wrapped her arms tightly around her shins, and tried to think of anything else other than how much she hated airport departure lounges.
Unfortunately, even by her own admission, four in the morning was not the her best hour for brain power. She was usually fast asleep at this time, and so even though she was grudgingly awake, her thoughts were mostly consisting of so cold so cold so cold, need coffee, want breakfast, want a blanket, Jon's arms look amazing in that t-shirt...
Which was usually when she had to snap herself out of her thoughts before Jon Moxley caught her staring at him like some sort of half-asleep weirdo. For a former champion - and by default the former face of the company - Jon wasn't the kind of person who took kindly to unwanted attention. Ada didn't think he'd kick off; he was always very polite to the whole women's roster, but she didn't want to make him uncomfortable.
There had been whispers, after his divorce, of what he'd been like in the past, how he acted around women in his younger days, but he'd remained the same cordial - albeit a bit aloof - person he'd been while he'd been married. No-one had expected that from him, especially since based on his tv persona, the words 'cordial' and 'Moxley' seemed like they should be mutually exclusive, but that was exactly what he was: respectful, polite, and distant - so Ada didn't want to respond to that by leering at the poor man. Even if she had had the biggest crush on him since before he'd started with AEW.
He might be gorgeous, and she might be infatuated, but that didn't give her a reason to openly lust over him, even if it would distract her from the fact she was so cold she was fucking shivering while he had just shrugged out of his ever-present leather jacket.
Honestly, she was pretty sure that she wasn't even admiring him at this point, she was more jealous that he was warm and she was freezing, but that line of though just reminded her that this was the third time this morning her thoughts had tracked this circle, and she was back to thinking about how cold she was and how much she hadn't missed airports...
Airport departure lounges were always, always too too damned cold...
She was so distracted by thinking, for the forth time now, about how avoiding airports had been her one small, personal upside to the whole madness of 2020, that she didn't notice what was happening around her until all of a sudden a heavy leather jacket was wrapped around her shoulders.
Ada just about jumped out of her skin, jerking her head to the right to find Jon had moved from sitting in the row opposite her to sitting next to her, and was now openly smirking at her obvious her surprise: "Were you actually so cold I snuck up on you? Damn, sweetheart, that's not great situational awareness. I thought that you were better than that."
"Shut up," Ada grumbled, knowing Jon wouldn't take it personally - just as she hadn't take his teasing personally: "I'm cold and tired, 'kay?"
"It's alright, sweetheart, I know you feel the cold. We all do, considering how grumpy you get the moment the temperature drops below eighty-five." Jon's smirk widened: "Figured that's why you've been staring at me on and off for the last twenty minutes - you had to be jealous of how warm I clearly am."
Ada wanted the ground to open up and swallow her...but since she knew it wouldn't, she settled for desperately trying to smooth over any potential awkwardness by wincing and apologising for being weird: "I'm sorry. I think I must've just been thinking about how nice your jacket looked."
Jon laughed: "Clearly I'm not working hard enough if pretty women are only looking at me for my jacket."
Definitely not a problem.
Despite her thoughts, Ada laughed: "Yeah, you should get on that." Ada grinned, nudging Jon with her elbow just to make sure he knew she was joking.
"Damn, didn't know you had a mean bone in your body, Ada. Not outside the ring, anyway." Jon chuckled, casually slinging an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his side, wrapping her in a side hug: "C'mere, hopefully it's not too late for you and you'll be nice again when you warm up."
"Asshole."
Jon laughed: "I think it's working - only my friends are that nice to me."
He kept his arm around her while she snorted in amusement, and well...Ada certainly wasn't going to complain if Jon wanted to hug her for a bit.
Instead, she decided to indulge her crush just a little bit. She leant into his side and wrapped the jacket tighter around herself, silently enjoying the warmth and weight of Jon's arm around her shoulders, and the smoky, vaguely spiced smell of his aftershave that had soaked in to his jacket.
Despite the silence, it was uncomfortable - it was actually nice - especially as, since brain was still feeling pretty fuzzy from getting up early and being cold all morning, Ada was a little concerned that if she was forced to hold a conversation then she might just embarrass herself by saying something she probably shouldn't. In her opinion, it was far better for her to keep her mouth shut - so that was exactly what she did while Jon hugged her to his side with one arm, and started texting somebody on the phone in his other hand.
Ada basked in the nice moment, dozing and soaking in Jon's warmth, until the gate attendant eventually announced that passengers in Group A could now start queuing up to board.
Jon removed his arm from around her to stretch, before turning to smile teasingly at her: "You feeling better now, sweetheart? Warmed up a bit?"
"No." Ada grumbled, stretching herself before starting to slide the jacket off her shoulders so she could give it back to back to it's owner: "I'm hoping they give me a blanket on the plane."
Jon looked at the jacket she was holding out to him, and then shook his head: "Hang on to it. You look a lot cuter in it than I do."
"That ain't hard, Mox!" laughed a far too cheerful for this time of the morning Eddie Kingston as he walked up to them with a tray off coffees, making Ada smother a laugh behind her hand.
"Fuck off, Kingston!" Mox snapped back at Eddie, before taking two of the coffees from the tray and turning back to Ada and...she had to look twice before she registered it properly, but he absolutely was blushing when he smiled at her: "Sorry, uh...yeah...you look cute in it. You should hang onto it for now. And take this - dark chocolate mocha, your favourite, right?"
Ada was taken aback...but happy as she looked up at Jon, even as she felt her cheeks heat up with a blush: "Thank you. And...yes, it is, thank you. For this, too."
"Well, this is adorably fucking awkward, but if I keep watching this I'm going to get a cavity - so lets get moving, guys." Eddie smirked: "You can flirt on the plane."
Ada blushed and Jon told Eddie to fuck off, resorting to actually chasing the other man off when all Eddie did was laugh at him. Ada watched them go, still caught off guard by Eddie's comment about flirting...and the drink Jon had somehow known was her favourite, and presumably asked Eddie to get for her. After he gave her his jacket. And spent over half an hour cuddling her.
Is he actually...?
Ada's brain actually stopped for another half-second at the prospect of Jon flirting with her...but no-one had ever accused her of being slow on the up-take, even when she was half-asleep. She was almost certain he was flirting with her. As close as she could be without him explicitly telling her that was what he was doing.
And no-one had ever said she didn't know how to grab an opportunity, either.
She was very happy to flirt right back with him - after all, she wasn't a fucking idiot.
Ada caught up to Jon and Eddie in the queue, and smiled as she said: "I dunno...I might be cuter in the jacket, but you're definitely more handsome in it, so I'm thinking maybe I should give it back to you..."
Eddie groaned, but Jon perked up as he turned to smile at Ada: "Oh yeah? You really think so?"
"I do. I guess I'll just have to find some other way to keep warm..." Ada looked up at Jon through her lashes, playing up the playful 'shyness': "Hopefully whoever I end up sitting next to will be understanding."
Jon grinned: "I'm sure we can do more than hope..."
"I hope that I'm sat nowhere near you two on the plane." Eddie groaned - but neither Ada or Jon paid him any attention.
It was a very unexpected turn to spending the morning sitting in an airport departure lounge...but Ada certainly wasn't complaining, especially not when she had ended up sat next to Jon on the plane, curled up into his side, wrapped in his leather jacket (and a two blankets) with her head resting on his shoulder and his hand laid on her hip.
She had much, much better things to think about.