Author's Note: This is my first wrestling fanfic piece, though I've written for other fandoms under other pen names in the past. This story is the first in a multi-story series that's already been written in its entirety. The first installment (this one) involves Seth Rollins/OC. Future installments will also heavily involve Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose.

While this series is AU-based, I also have a few based in the WWE Universe that I intend to publish soon. :)

Having never been to a police precinct before, Amber had no idea what to expect as she stepped inside.

She ambled around the lobby for a moment before the woman behind the desk leaned forward, "May I help you?"

Amber bobbed her head, "I'm supposed to have my fingerprints taken." The woman only stared at her, a blank expression on her face, so she continued. "It's for a background check for a job. My name is Amber…"

"Amber Jacobs?" a deep male voice interrupted. She turned to face the source and blinked for a moment. He was tall with broad shoulders, even beneath his button down shirt she could tell how well he was built and couldn't help but admire it. She tore her eyes away from his body and looked up to meet his eyes questioningly. He was handsome, too. There was no denying that. "I'm Detective Rollins, we spoke on the phone earlier." He gave her a warm smile as she nodded silently. "Come with me and we'll see if we can't get this whole thing done and over with for you."

Amber followed him past the main entrance and towards the elevator bay, stepping inside with him once the doors slid open.

"Did you have trouble finding the place?"

She shook her head and finally found her voice again. "No. No trouble at all," she shrugged and smiled at him. "You gave very good directions, I didn't even have to use GPS."

He chuckled at that and, despite himself, let his gaze roam over the girl more appreciatively than he had downstairs. She was no taller than 5'2 and slender, with dark hair, pale skin and bright green eyes. He pretended to lean back against the elevator wall as his eyes raked over the curve of her back. The sundress she was wearing was fitted on top but flared out at her hips. Get ahold of yourself, he chided as the elevator doors slid open again and he gestured for her to follow him to his desk.

"So you're looking for a job with the mayor's office?"

"It's an analyst position with the city," she explained. "I mean, a decision is still pending after this background check, but my fingers are crossed. I graduated almost a year ago but the job market isn't really…what I'd hoped it would be."

She took a seat across from him and waited as he shuffled around with his papers. He asked her for her identification and she handed him her license and he thanked God for the forms in front of him so he could avoid looking up at her.

"Name is..."

"Amber Jacobs."

"This is your current address on your license?"

"Yes, it is," she confirmed, watching him as he transcribed it over onto the card.

"Date of birth is…March 15, 1991 which makes you how old?" he asked hastily, not wanting to bother with the quick math.

"Twenty-three."

"Are you married?"

"No. Are you?"

His eyes shot up just as Amber clapped a hand over her mouth, her face growing pink with embarrassment.

"It's a spot on the form," he explained.

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that," she said, her eyes squeezed shut in mortification.

"It's okay," he assured her, waiting for her to open her eyes and let out the breath she'd been holding in. "And I'm not, actually." It was a struggle not to smile as her blush deepened. He continued with the rest of the questions on the form before gesturing for her to stand up. "Now comes the messy part," he said as he guided her further back towards a separate room to fingerprint her. Closing the door behind him, he held his hand out for hers and noted that her hand trembled lightly as she placed her left hand in his. "Easy there," he chuckled as he applied the ink to her fingers and placed down her card. "Okay, I'm going to place your fingers down one by one and roll them, don't try to help me, just let me do it. And we'll do our best to not get any on that pretty dress of yours."

"Is this how 'bad guys' get fingerprinted too?" she asked as he took the prints for her left hand and moved around her to apply the ink to the right.

"Basically. Usually it's a bit more of a struggle though," he said. Amber shifted her weight slightly and he was momentarily distracted by the fabric of her dress and the way the skirt rustled at her thighs. Standing close to her, he was acutely aware of the smell of her perfume – or maybe it was her shampoo. It was light and citrusy.

To say that he wasn't attracted to her would have been a damn lie. And while he was the perfect professional on the job, a secret part of him wanting nothing more than to bend her over the table they were using, push up her skirt and bury his cock inside of her.

He willed himself to think of anything other than their close proximity to each other as he finished the process and let go of her hand. Carefully setting aside the card to dry, he walked around her again to open the door for her. "Careful not to touch anything," he said gently as he gestured for her to turn down a small hallway towards the restroom. He pushed that door open for her as well, stepping in beside her and turning on the light as the heavy door banged closed behind them. He placed his hand on the small of her back to guide her towards the sink for the one-person restroom and did his best to ignore her sharp intake of breath at the contact.

Still standing behind her, he reached forward for a small orange bottle. "Here, this stuff'll take the ink right off," he muttered as he turned on the water for her.

As Amber washed the blank ink away, she was acutely aware of his breath on her neck. He was still standing so close to her and she was sure he wasn't even aware of it. But her entire body tingled. She took a deep breath as she rinsed the last of the grimy ink off of her fingers and froze as her back pressed against his chest.

Her eyes shot up and met his gaze in the mirror over the sink. His eyes seemed to be begging a silent question and it took her a moment to realize it was his way of asking for permission. She bit her lip and nodded.

When he stepped away, Amber felt a wave of disappointment before she heard him press the lock on the door and suddenly he was behind her again, this time his hands reaching for her hips to pull her back against him again. She sighed as he pushed her hair aside and brushed his lips against her shoulder. He noted she was tense and chuckled, "Did you think I was leaving?" Feeling her nod, he nipped at her skin gently. "I should," he admitted. "Normally, I just pump the soap and show myself out. But I couldn't bring myself to do that with you."

"Why is that?" she asked softly, biting back a soft groan.

"Because you're beautiful and I can't help the fact that I'm affected by it," he murmured, fingers flexing as he gripped her hip tightly, pulling her back against him. Her lips parted in a gasp and he knew that he felt just how affected by her he was. "If you tell me no, it's okay," he promised gently. It was his turn to feel disappointment as she took a slight step away from him, causing him to drop his hold on her hips.

He expected her to leave, maybe to yell at him. But instead she just turned around stepped back towards him, peering up at him expectantly as her lips quirked into a small shy grin.

Immediately, he bent down, capturing her lips with his own. He backed her towards the sink again and reached down. His large hands found her thighs and he hoisted her up, resting her on the edge of the sink as her legs instinctively wound around his waist. He kissed her hungrily, one hand on her hip to keep her steady as she balanced there and the other moving up the smooth expanse of her thigh, past the hem of her skirt. She sucked in a breath as his fingertips found the lacy edge of her underwear.

"Are you sure?"

"You keep asking me that," she muttered before shifting to open her thighs wider. "You're not the only one affected, Detective." He felt her lips quirk against his and when he slipped his hand further up, cupping her sex. He groaned as he felt the dampness seeping through her panties and quickly pushed the crotch aside as he eased two fingers inside of her. A soft moan slipped passed her lips and he chuckled as he began to pump them in and out of her body. "Please," she whimpered, tilting her chin up to find his lips again. He knew all too well what she was asking for and he knew that they only had a limited amount of time.

Within moments, his pants were undone and he was thanking God for the condom in his wallet as he stepped between her thighs again. Her hips twitched as he deliberately dragged the head of his cock against her wet folds. The teasing only lasted a moment and then he was pushing himself inside of her.

"We have to be fast," he warned her. Her response was to lock her ankles behind him and use her heels to draw him further into her. As he began thrusting in and out, she was so tight and hot around him, he tried to remember multiplication tables, the perp he'd put in lock-up earlier that day, the way his Aunt Edna's house always smelled like cats – anything to distract him from how she fit around him so perfectly.

Her fingers gripped his shoulders, scrambling for purchase – for anything to hold onto as he continued to pound into her. Soft whimpers grew louder and he covered her mouth with his own to muffle the sounds. When they parted for air, she was biting down on her lip hard to keep herself quiet and met his gaze. Her eyes were dark and clouded with lust and she arched slightly, shifting her hips to start meeting his thrusts as best she could despite her precarious balancing act between him and the bathroom sink.

One of his hands left her hips and moved between them, and the sound of her muffled cry as he found her clit nearly drove him to his wit's end. But he was determined to get her off first.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Show me how much. I want to feel you cum for me." He continued rubbing her clit and felt her thighs tremble and tighten around him. He covered her mouth with his once more to swallow her cries as she came around him, his own hips ratcheting forward as he found his own release a moment later.

They were both still trying to catch their breath when he pulled away from her completely, flushing the condom down the toilet and righting himself before turning to offer her a hand as she hopped down from the sink. The whole time as she fussed with adjusting her dress, she didn't say a word or meet his eyes. Stepping closer, he placed a hand on her shoulders, causing her to bristle.

"I'm really sorry. I'm just not really the sort to…I mean, normally I…I don't even know your first name," she fumbled.

"Seth," he said gently. "Seth Rollins. And I don't normally do this either, trust me." She looked up at him skeptically and his lips quirked up. "I'd like to see you again if that's okay with you."

Amber relaxed before bobbing her head slowly. She finished smoothing out her dress and glanced at the mirror. "How do I look?"

"Great," he assured her before guiding her towards the door to show her out of the bathroom and back to his desk, where she'd left her purse.

He glanced around to check their surroundings before moving closer to say something.

"Rollins!" his partner barked from towards the exit. "There you are, let's roll. We've got a call."

"I'll walk you out," he said to Amber, placing a gentle hand on the small of her back.

His partner's eyes narrowed on their approach, but he said nothing about Amber.

"What've we got?" Seth asked as the three of them walked towards the elevator and stepped inside.

"A double homicide downtown."

Seth noted Amber's posture stiffen slightly, so he decided to ask the rest of his questions once he was in the car with his partner. As they exited the building together, Seth ignored his partner's questioning look as he stepped off to the side with Amber, resting a hand on her shoulder. "You going to be okay getting out of here?"

Nodding her head, she tilted her head at him. "I will. Will you?" she asked, earning her a confused look from Seth. "Double homicides."

"Just another day in paradise," he assured her, squeezing her shoulder. "I have your cell number, I'll call you."

She nodded and offered him a weak smile before he stepped back to join his partner who'd already slid into the driver's seat of the Crown Vic.

"New friend?"

"Just shut up and drive, Orton," Seth muttered as he slid into the passenger's seat and cast one glance back at her in the side view mirror.