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Whenever Sofia told anyone that she was 'fooling around' with Randy Orton, she was met with raised eyebrows and a sympathetic glare. People felt sorry for her before the relationship even began. When it ended, the concern upon their faces turned into pity. 'You deserve so much better!' turned in to 'I told you so!' and friends turned in to carers as she tried to get over his infidelity.
Sofia's body ached that familiar ache after the Smackdown taping, but she was still determined to have a good time with her friends. There was no way she would allow a fear of running in to the Viper to dictate her life, she was better than that. She decided to focus her energy on curling her hair rather than thinking about him.
"You don't have to come out tonight if you don't want to." Naomi reminded her friend, barging in to the room without so much as a knock on the door. Sofia almost jumped out of her seat.
"You scared me!"
"Close your door properly next time. As I was saying, no one minds if you want to stay here tonight." Sofia detected some apprehensiveness in Naomi's voice.
"Randy's gonna be there, isn't he?" she watched Naomi's reaction in the mirror, the older Diva nodded solemnly. "I don't care." Sofia declared.
"You ladies ready to leave?" the ever-excited Seth Rollins stuck his head through the door, giving both women a fright.
"Fuck you, Seth!"
"Close your door properly next time."
Scanning the club, things were just as you would expect. Dean Ambrose was trying to impress a girl, Seth Rollins was complaining about the music and Randy Orton was sloppily making out with his girl of the month. Surprisingly Sofia wasn't jealous at the sight, just repulsed. She turned to Roman Reigns and laughed at the disgust on his face. The two were always close, and they could always bond over their hatred of Randy Orton. You know what they say, an enemy of an enemy is a friend.
"He's so classy, it inspires me." Roman rolled his eyes, taking a swig of his beer. It wasn't the best he'd ever tasted, but it made the sight of Randy and his 'girlfriend' a little easier to take in. Sofia watched intently as he swallowed the alcohol, a plan forming in her head. "Oh God," Roman started, "I recognise that face."
"I need a favour."
"I better be getting paid for this."
"Just dance with me, right in front of Randy." A reluctant Roman followed Sofia to the dance floor, but he had to admit her determination was impressive. Whenever Sofia had a plan she would go through with it, whether you liked it or not. There was also the matter of Roman finding it near impossible to say no to her. It must have been those big brown eyes of hers. His hands found his way to her hips as they rocked to the beat.
"What exactly will this achieve?" Roman had to ask.
"Maybe the prick will stop flaunting his relationship in my face." The words came out harsher than the brunette intended, she was trying her hardest to ignore her body's reaction to Roman's touch. Butterflies are for 12 year olds, she told herself.
"I could always punch him for you." Roman offered – and not for the first time either. The song instantly changed to the much slower, much more romantic So Close. "Do we have to dance to this?" Roman whined.
"Yes. For now, we're a couple." Sofia couldn't make eye contact with her friend as she said those words, she hoped her tone made her seem more confident than she felt.
You're in my arms, and all the world is calm. The music playing on for only two.
Roman realised he wasn't getting out of this, not until Randy through a damn tantrum, so he decided to have a little fun with it.
"You know," his deep voice whispered, "I don't think we're standing close enough to be considered a real couple." Sofia gulped, her stomach doing back flips. It was getting harder and harder to act sane around this man. Taking his advice, she laid her head on his chest. Suddenly, this wasn't about making Randy jealous as his reaction no longer mattered to her. She would be a fool to ignore the way Roman's heartbeat quickened when she put her head on his chest. She would be a fool to ignore the way everything felt perfect in his arms. This scared her, yet she was intrigued.
So close together. When I'm with you, so close to feeling alive.
"Dip me." She found herself instructing him.
"What?" Roman asked, his chest vibrating with a hearty chuckle. "What are you talking about, baby girl?"
"Like when people tango, and the guy dips the girl. It's what couples do, right?" Roman looked down at her and smirked.
"Couples kiss too, you didn't ask me to do that." He pointed out.
"Kiss me then." Sofia's response was instantaneous, and she was surprised at her own confidence. Deep down, she was well aware that Roman would never back down from anything that sounded like a challenge, and he was already licking his lips in anticipation. He lifted her chin with his finger and brought her face closer to his. Her eyes were shut and lips parted. As he neared her lips, the lips he had dreamed of kissing many times, a hard shoulder brushed against him. Roman turned around to see Randy storming out, pushing people out of his. He turned back to Sofia, who was still waiting patiently for the kiss.
"Your plan worked." Roman spoke dangerously close to her lips. Her eyes slowly opened as her face contorted in confusion and what seemed to be disappointment. Hoping her heart rate would slow down to normal, Sofia cleared her throat and tucked some hair behind her ear.
"What?" she asked, seeking confirmation.
"Randy left, one of your plans actually worked for once." Roman teased. He winked at her before heading over to the bar. Sofia watched him walk away, a twinge of sadness tugging at her heart.
And now forever I know, all that I wanted to hold you so close.
A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing this! Feel free to leave a review :)
