Their night at the bar had escalated across the last couple hours.
They'd entered the hotel bar just wanting a friendly break, they'd left barely able to keep their contact apart. Seth Rollins was still halfway shocked that this was actually happening, Sachael was still fuzzy on what exactly they were doing, but as they left the elevator and went straight into Sachael's room with their lips barely pausing to draw breath, the two knew what they wanted to do.
Or more accurately, Sachael knew what she wanted to feel and Seth knew what to do to make her feel it.
As the two went down on the bed, or rather Sachael pushed Seth down and followed on top of him, that Seth stopped her a few seconds later. "Sach, don't you think I should… you know, wrap up?"
Sachael processed it for a moment before nodding and climbing off of him. "Yeah, good idea." She stood up a few paces away from the bed as Seth reached for his wallet, looking up midway through removing his pants. Sachael had her back to him while pulling down the zip on her back, after which the sleeves slid off her shoulders and down her arms, the dress ending up a mess of dark blue and black stitching on the floor.
Once back in the bed, the two had begun the kissing again, slower this time, more soft.
Relaxing. That's what Sachael felt it to be.
She could have stayed like that and been happy the whole night, that was until the moment came when Seth moved forward towards her and her almost sleepy looking eyes narrowed with a hiss from her mouth, eyes then looking up at Seth's as he glanced down at their connection for a moment, then back up at her.
"I'm… shit, I didn't realise-"
"It's okay…" She paused as Seth's right hand lightly cupped over her left cheek and neck. "...I'll live."
"Okay…" Seth had to do some quick thinking on the spot, never having known that Sachael was lacking any past experience in this field.
He thought of it as if someone with no past knowledge of any fighting styles or maneuvers had just been thrown into the ring with a champion on her part, and tried to think of how he'd handle such a situation. The only thing he'd come up with would be to call off the match and train the person first, but cutting off this moment would kill the entire evening.
So if it had to be done? If the show had to happen no matter what?
"Sacha…" His hand moved down and lightly clasped around hers. "...Trust me?"
"Yeah… yeah, I do." Sachael answered, before Seth adjusted his position slightly. "I love you…" She spoke the words quietly, bringing his eyes to hers again. "Do you?"
"Yeah… I love you too." Seth answered, halfway to a whisper himself. Then he moved. More so than before. A lot more.
The hand around his seemed to be attempting to clamp shut through his palm, that or to crush it.
"Sacha-"
"AH!"
Stood on mildly shaky legs the next morning, Sachael stared out of the window in the side of the high rise hotel building she was within. It was still a bit early in the morning, a light smog over the city, shining silver in the sunlight. She gazed out there so long she overdid the water she was pouring into the soil around her small potted Camelia Sinensis shrub, muttering under her breath as it spilled over the sides and into the dish underneath it.
She'd woken up to find Seth gone, a note on the pillow on his side of the bed saying he'd 'Gone to the gym for a few hours'. She'd crushed the note in her hand and thrown it across the room, didn't know why.
None of this made any sense to her. Why had she crushed the note, did she just reject Seth?
Why was she so distracted?
Why did she still ache several hours later?
She thought on it… some air, that was what she needed. The fog would bring a crisp clean feel to the air in her lungs. She headed to get dressed, but stopped as she went for her selection. She'd always liked to have bright colours here and there, contrasting and vibrant. But right now, for reasons she couldn't work out…
She left the hotel building a short while later, dark blue pants and jacket with a grey top being her eventual attire. Far from her usual style, she blended in with anyone else at the moment. For a while, she wandered through the streets without aim, lost in her own head, finally coming to the beach. Usually packed with tourists this time of year, in the early morning it was mostly empty, the only other people in sight being a group further down the shore getting suited up in wetsuits ready to head out on an early scuba trip, their small boat anchored against the sea defence wall. Sachael wished she could join them, out there under the waves. Even just for a moment, just a second away from the rest of the world to relax herself properly.
She stood on the edge of the shore, skimming a few pebbles over the water while watching the divers heading to their ship, then watched the boat pull up anchor and disappear towards the horizon. Before she knew it, an hour had passed and the sun had risen fully.
What was she doing with herself now? Spending over an hour staring at scuba divers on an empty beach? Sachael turned finally and started to walk back towards the roads, about halfway from the beach to the street when something hit her, a sharp pain followed quickly by a deep aching. She almost fell over, if there hadn't been an old tree about ten feet from where she was, she would have.
"Damn…" She hissed, hand on her abdomen where the epicenter of the pain seemed to be. She didn't want to stay here another hour waiting for this to subside, so reached up and snapped an old twisty branch from the tree, at about a good length to act as a walking aid as she limped her way back towards the roads. She left the beach area and made it about another block before the ache spiked up again, too much for her to keep going.
Managing to cross the street to the edge of the next block, she carefully sat against a low wall, groaning a curse as she did so. She couldn't go on like this, not on her own. She needed some help here. Getting her phone out, though believing she'd lost it at first before realising it was in the opposite pocket to usual, she dialed quickly. There was no one else who came to mind at this moment than the help of her best and oldest friend.
"Sachael, hey… bit early to be calling, what's up?" Amanda greeted her after picking up the phone, having just got done getting her morning coffee and going to meet up with Finn.
Sachael sat forward a bit, a slight wheezing sound squeaking from her mouth as she moved the air through her lungs to speak. "M-Mandy… I'm gonna need a little help…"
"Where are you?!" Amanda asked, turning frantic.
"Block away from the beach… across the junction from a shut down nightclub, I think… I can barely stand here." Sachael answered, glancing across to what she believed to be the old nightclub, the brightly coloured walls seemed to give that impression.
The two hung up and Amanda threw her coffee aside, running through traffic as the drivers blared their horns and cursed at her… but she didn't care.
She caught Sachael in her arms and dialed 911, explaining what she knew.
But it didn't ease her panic.