March 9th, 2017

Orlando, FL

"Are you nervous?" Her fingertips lightly traced the scar leftover from the surgery on his shoulder nearly seven months prior.

Lust gone, already taken care of, they lay together in her bed. In the aftermath of their evening spent together, she lay limp and spent on his sweaty chest. Her hair draped in damp ropes over his arm, and her head rose and fell with the powerful depth of his breathing.

He smoothed a possessive hand down her back, resting it for a moment in the spot he seemed to like at the small of her back. His fingers drew patterns there, lulling her mind, derailing all thought. "Not yet, but I'm sure that'll change before tomorrow night."

His light touch sent shivers rippling through her, despite the room's heat. "I wish I could be there to witness Finn Balor's triumphant return to the ring." she said, the words muffled by his chest and the fall of her heavy hair. With effort, she swished it to the side, freeing the dark strands from her mouth and using her fingers to untangle it from the chain she wore around her neck – a birthday gift from her husband. The silver giraffe pendant had twisted to the back and lay warm and heavy on her spine.

"So, come with me." His restless fingers continued their lines and curves.

She propped herself up, sweeping more hair out of the way to look at him. "How, may I ask, would I explain that to Rami?" She considered his beautiful blue eyes, waiting for his answer.

He gave her a half-smile and reached up to touch her cheek. "We would finally tell him the truth, together."

"Soon, Fergal." She nodded. "I promise." She bit her lip, a mischievous glint sparkling in her brown eyes. "But, right now," She ran her hand down the warm, hard length of his chest to belly and leaned in until their lips met. "I've a better idea."

"Mhm..." He grinned against her lips. "I think I might like this new idea of yours." He murmured before, in one smooth motion, taking her shoulders and rolling her onto her back – surprising a squeal out of Yara.

Wasting no time in situating himself between her legs, his mouth found the sensitive skin just below her ear. Yara closed her eyes, and relished the heat that spread down her neck to her belly as he ran his mouth down the side of her neck – pressing tingly little kisses to her soft skin. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, and finally her ear. The rasp of his beard was as arousing as the hot trail blazed by his lips.

By the time he sought her lips again, she was breathing erratically and clinging to him as if she would collapse if she let go. He kissed her, his tongue staking bold possession of her mouth, and she was happy to be possessed.

Her stomach tightened as pleasure encompassed her body, warmth rushing between her legs at his every stroke. Her body tensed from the building sensations, she felt like she was holding her breath. Every time she tried to moan, a strangled croak would come out of her, like this ecstasy caused her regular functions to cease.

"Yara?"

The two lovers were too engrossed in one another to have heard the bedroom door opening, but both heard her husband's strained voice – loud and clear.

In that instant, Yara forgot all about her prior euphoria, sitting up and shoving her husband's best friend off her body.

She felt physically ill at the sight of the ginger-haired man standing in the threshold – his bag still on his shoulder as he stood there, emotions running riot on his face as he processed the sight before him. Of course he'd seen her in numerous stages of undress during their eight years – four of them as a married couple – together, but the shame of her guilt made her feel self-conscious under his gaze.

She pulled the comforter up to cover her chest. "Rami, sweetheart, this isn't what it looks like…" It was an incredibly inane remark, but the only one her stunned brain could form - a lie, cliché at that.

"Oh?" Head cocked to the side, a humorless smile touched the corner of his mouth. "It looks like my best friend was nailing my wife – am I wrong?" He asked calmly, but with an undernote of anger trembling in his tone.

Her heart hurt to see the raw pain flash across his face, so she dropped her head into her hands. "God," She groaned. "You weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow morning." Again, she felt stupid for her brain's ignorant response – as if it were any excuse? As if he was at fault? As if it were unreasonable for a man to surprise his wife at home and not expect to find her in bed with another?

"After we got off the phone, I realized how much I missed you, so I bumped up my flight." He spoke slowly, almost apologetically. "I wanted to surprise you."

"Rami, brother, I'm sorry – neither of us wanted you to find out like this." Yara had forgotten that Fergal was still sitting next to her in the bed.

She shut her eyes, feeling the sting of tears pricking at the back of them. When she opened them, and lifted her face from her hands, Rami's eyes were still on her.

"This can't be happening." He mumbled, shaking his head in continued disbelief, his own eyes filling. "You are just playing a sick practical joke."

A deep sadness rolled over his features as his eyes met hers. "Right?"