Samaria and Stephen walked down the hallway in the Hilton Hotel towards their room. Both were equally tired, but that was common ever since RAW had expanded to 3 hours. Poor Stephen was thrust right in the middle of it, considering he was one of the top wrestlers there. From the moment that they stepped foot into the arena, he was whisked off to do interviews and promos. Then he had to rush to the locker-room, get dressed to do a promo in the ring, run back to the dressing room to get his wrestling attire on, do another promo before going out to the ring with only 10 minutes to spare, and that was used to get to gorilla.

Sighing, she looked up at Ste. He looked tired. Hell, practically dead on his feet. He'd be lying if he said that all of this running wasn't getting to him. But that was a Stephen for you. He'd work his self to death before he would back down and admit defeat to anything or anyone. She was woken out of her thoughts when she heard his bones popping.

"damnaigh sé. This is getting ridiculous. I mean, I love the WWE, but at the pace that they have me going, I'll be lucky if I can stay as long as I'd like to. I might have to start seeking retirement options a little bit early, don't cha think, love?"

They had finally arrived at the corridor where their room was located. Samaria stopped to get the keycard out of her back pocket, but he had beaten her to it.

"Samaria? Sam grá, are you okay? Did you hear a word that I said, did you?"

Truly she didn't, because her mind was elsewhere. "I apologize sweetie, I wasn't. Could you repeat what you said? My mind is elsewhere tonight."

Stephen chuckled. "I said that I might have to consider retirement early if they keep working me to the bone like this. Even then, I would see if they could give me a job backstage as a talent scout or something."

"If you were paralyzed, you still wouldn't consider retirement. You'd be trying to get out of your wheelchair to beat somebody down," she said laughing to herself. The man was just that strong willed, and that was what attracted her to him in the first place, among other things.

They had finally made it to their room, and with bags in tow, they practically stumbled into the room.

"I'm thinking about skipping my work out tomorrow and heading to a masseuse. My muscles are killing me."

She put down her bags and turned around just in time to hear him head to the bedroom, mumbling something in Gaelic. Whatever was ailing him had to be pretty serious if he was considering skipping a workout, which he rarely ever did.

As she was walking to the bedroom, she thought about what he had said. He was going to a masseuse tomorrow, which meant that someone else, preferably a woman was going to be touching his body. She wasn't a jealous person, but at the same time she was funny about who touched her man's body.

"Why don't I just do it myself? After all, we haven't really spent much time together as of late." She could only hope that he would say yes.

"Of course, love. Want me to set up anything?"

Samaria thought for a moment, and then realized that she had forgotten her massage oils at home. Damn it. So much for Ste hypnotizing her with his abs.

"Umm, Ste baby. I forgot my massage oils at home. Would you mind if I stopped by the store and pick some up?"

"Not at all. I'll order food service while you're out so we can eat before you get started. Is that okay with you?"

"Yea baby." Samaria grabbed her keys and quickly walked out of the door.

20 Minutes Later…..

After some help from an assistant, she found the aisle that she was looking for. Walking up to one of the shelves, she picked up a peach scented one, taking a quick whiff and decided that it was too feminine for someone of Ste's stature. She chose another that said midnight passion, but found that one too smelled a bit like a garden. If she rubbed him down with this, there was no way in hell he would forgive her for walking around smelling like a portable garden. Shaking her head, she moved further down the aisle until she found what she was looking for: Kissable Honey Massage Oil. It was perfect for him. But just to be careful, she sniffed it to make sure it didn't smell fruity. When everything checked out, she took her purchase to the counter and paid for it.

Arriving back at the hotel room, she noticed that the lights were turned down low. She automatically knew that her husband was up to something. Maybe he wanted to have a romantic dinner. She called out for him, but got no answer back. Turning around to put her coat in the closet, she was ambushed by 2 hands that covered her face…..