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Coffee In The Morning
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Everyone else knew her as the new girl backstage. The one everyone whispered about, the one the guys made lewd comments about in the locker room because she was cute. The girl who was their new trainer, the girl everyone wanted as their medic so they could ogle her tits while she worked.
But Jon knew her as Hollie.
Tonight, he had a match with Seth Rollins, known to his friends as Colby. They'd wrestled each other a thousand times, but tonight they'd both taken a bad spill to the outside. Jon had escaped with a bruised arm and a sore shoulder, but Colby was visibly hurt.
Accidents happened, but he still hated seeing anyone get hurt.
Backstage he stripped himself of his shirt and slung a towel around his neck. Knocking on the door for the trainer's room, he opened it and stepped inside. A little smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when he saw her look up, giving him a coy smile that her patient didn't see. She soon regained her composure, focussing her attention back on Colby's neck.
Her sandy blonde hair was secured in a loose messy braid, leaving tendrils of hair framing her face. The black polo shirt she'd been given to wear was much too big for her and looked like a dress, swamping her frame. Her golden skin was free of make-up and she looked every inch the professional as she tended to Colby.
"You alright man?" Jon asked, approaching the table.
"Yeah, I think so" Colby replied, looking to Hollie for confirmation.
"He's fine" she said, taking her gloves off and tossing them away. "It'll be stiff in the morning but you're okay"
"I know what else is stiff in the morning" Jon said crudely.
Hollie just rolled her eyes as Colby laughed at his friend's ridiculous comment.
"Let me take a look at that arm Good" she beckoned him over.
"It's fine..." he tried.
"It wasn't a question" she cut him off.
"I like my women assertive" he flirted, saying goodnight to Colby as he left. Everyone who saw them interact thought she couldn't stand Jon, but he knew better.
He sat down on the table and she put on a fresh pair of gloves, lifting up his arm at the elbow so she could assess the damage. He'd taken some of the skin off and it left a sore wound behind.
She worked silently, knowing he'd only turn whatever she said into a joke. He hid a flinch when she pressed an antiseptic wipe to the area, cleaning it. Satisfied that the wound was sterilised, she set about covering it.
As much as he complained and insisted he was fine, it was nice to be taken care of. Back on the indies, he had to pick bits of glass out of his ass on his own.
There was an unspoken question hanging in the air between them and Jon studied her as she kept her eyes on the bandage she was wrapping around his arm.
"All done" she smiled, taking off her gloves and starting to clean up for the night.
"What time do you think you'll be done?" he asked, straightening out his arm and checking out her work.
"I don't know, probably another hour..." she replied, looking around at all the equipment she had to pack up.
"Well if you're not too tired..." he slipped her a room card and she eyed it on the table as he left. Relenting, she picked it up and put it in her pocket, resuming packing up all the medical supplies.
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Jon was just about to get undressed for bed when he heard the door unlock. He smirked, turning to see her coming inside, closing the door quietly behind her. She'd clearly made a short visit to her own room before coming here, now wearing a baggy grey shirt over some little pyjama shorts, her feet bare.
They didn't waste any time with small-talk. They both knew what this was.
She crossed the short distance to him before he kissed her, pushing her up against the wall and tugging her shirt over her head.
No bra. Fantastic.
He groaned when he felt her hand snake between them to squeeze him through his shorts, giving her room to slip her fingers under the waistband and grasp him properly.
The kiss was all teeth clashing and lip biting as he manoeuvred her to the bed, letting her pull his own shirt over his head. He groaned when her hand continued to tease him, pushing his shorts lower until he could kick them away. Taking his underwear with them, he set about removing her shorts.
Eventually, she was laid out beneath him, golden expanse of skin bare for him to appreciate. A crystal flower naval ring was all that adorned her body as he moved to lie between her legs.
Reaching across to the bedside table, he blindly fumbled around, his fingers eventually closing around the little foil package he was searching for. Tearing it with his teeth, he hurriedly rolled it over his erection and pushed into her. She arched into him, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation.
It was the same story, just a different city. She couldn't count the number of times they'd ended up like this, meeting in a room after the show, getting each other off and then sneaking back to their own room. It wasn't a romantic relationship; she wouldn't even call them friends really. But since that first night...they'd become trapped in the cycle. And neither of them had any complaints.
The music in the club was deafening, hundreds of sweaty bodies grinding against each other. Hollie was celebrating her first night on tour with WWE, and one of the girls had insisted she came out tonight. She held her whisky on the rocks close to her chest, thinking maybe this had been a mistake. She didn't know any of them yet and she wasn't drunk enough to make conversation. She never was good at mingling.
Heading down the stairs and out into the courtyard to get some fresh air, she found a seat. Taking a sip of her whisky, she glanced around. She only recognised one of the guys down here, everyone else looked like complete strangers. His ring name was Dean Ambrose if she remembered correctly. There was a scantily clad brunette hanging off him as he smoked, enraptured by his every word.
She was still new to this world, and it suddenly crossed her mind that maybe she didn't belong with the 'talent'. She wasn't a wrestler. She was a medic. She didn't fit in with this scene.
She was quickly startled from her thoughts when he sat down next to her.
"Whatcha doin' out here all alone?" he asked, tossing the rest of his cigarette to the floor and crushing it under his boot.
"Just needed some air" she replied, keeping her eyes on her drink.
"Jon..." he introduced himself, holding out a hand.
"...Hollie" she warily took his hand and shook it.
"The new medic right?"
"How did you know?" she asked.
"You're the talk of the men's locker room. And probably the women's" he shrugged.
"Why?" she looked horrified for a moment.
"You're hot" he replied nonchalantly.
She averted her eyes again at that, taking another swig of her drink. She was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and taking big gulps of it wasn't helping. She just needed something to do with her hands. It was such early days with the company, she didn't want to put a foot out of line.
"So...you're a doctor?" he raised his eyebrows, breaking the silence.
"Yep" she nodded, side-eyeing him.
"Smart girl" he commented. "What brings you here?"
"They headhunted me...offered me a lot of money to come on the road with you guys and so here I am" she shrugged.
"Not a wrestling fan I take it?"
"I watched when I was younger" she replied, taking a chance to really look at the man. His broad chest was covered by a black, button down shirt rolled up at the sleeves. The buttons were pulling slightly across the chest where it was tight, dark wash jeans and black boots finished the look. He was rugged, though not traditionally handsome. He smelled incredible though, musky and masculine.
"You going back inside?" he asked, pointing to the staircase with his thumb.
"I don't know" she sighed, downing the rest of her drink.
"You're pretty uptight huh?" he asked, observing her body language.
"Excuse me?" she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Loosen up sweetheart; it's a club not a funeral"
"Fuck you" she rolled her eyes at him.
"Someone needs a good time"
"You saying you can show me a good time?" she challenged.
"Oh absolutely" he smirked.
She snatched his beer, downing the rest of it before standing.
"I'm going back to the hotel" she announced.
He didn't need to be told twice. Jon took the hint and followed her out of the courtyard and onto the street, hailing a cab.
The rest, as they say, was history. And that was how they got here, sating each other's primal needs on a regular basis.
She felt his ass clench, her hands resting on it as he finished with a soft grunt. Pulling out, he took off the condom and tied it, throwing it on the floor before shuffling off the bed and pressing his face between her thighs.
That was one thing; she'd never accuse him of being a selfish lover. He certainly wasn't.
Twisting the sheets in her hands, her hips came off the mattress, bucking against his face as he drove her over the edge.
Her chest heaved as he climbed back onto the bed, shoving her over to make room.
"How's your arm?" she asked, out of breath.
"Fine" he mumbled tiredly.
They didn't usually talk after sex. Usually she just got up, got dressed and got out. But tonight was somehow different as he rolled onto her, the weight of his arm holding her in place.
"You seem lonely" he murmured out of the blue.
She was a bit taken aback by his words, brain still hazy from her orgasm.
"I don't have any friends here" she shrugged when she regained her composure.
"You have me"
She scoffed at that. "We're not friends"
"Just benefits?" he chuckled tiredly.
"Lots of benefits" she smiled, the ache in her hips reminding her of what had just transpired.
"Glad you think so"
She let out a little laugh in the otherwise silent room.
"I think you like me more than you care to admit" he mumbled.
"You wish"
"You didn't seem to mind my company tonight" he countered, his tone giving away how tired he was.
"Just because I like your dick doesn't mean I like you"
"Ouch" he chuckled. "You're hurting my feelings sweetheart"
Before she knew it, her heavy eyelids were dropping closed. She heard Jon's breathing even out and knew she couldn't get out even if she wanted to with his heavy arm across her stomach. Succumbing to exhaustion, she allowed sleep to take over.
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