A/N: A Fergal Devitt Sami Johnston (solomon crowe) fan fic. Sami won't make an appearance for a hot second but he'll be around :) I own no WWE name or character, only my OOCs and the idea.
"Your phone is ringing." Kelly tells me, glancing at it on my kitchen counter. Kelly was my best friend since we were little. People always wanted to know how we were friend since we were so vastly different. She was little beautiful, blonde city girl while I was a curly haired, country redneck.
"Yep." I nod. I didn't even turn around. I was busy throwing different fruits into my blender to make myself a smoothie for breakfast.
"It's Paul, why aren't you answering it?" She questions curiously. I turn around and sigh, unlocking the phone so the missed call icon would go away.
"I don't know... I'm afraid of what he's calling for." I shrug. I used to be a make up artist for the WWE before I quit. Everything about that job was pretty awesome, the pay was great, awesome benefits and everyone generally was pretty nice. It just wasn't what I was looking for. I'm more of a body painter, not a make up artist so it got old for me really quick.
"Well ask him, because he's calling again." She chuckles. The phone was vibrating in my hand. Paul knew I was ignoring him, he'd watched me countless times backstage watch me watching my phone ring until it had stopped ringing.
"Hello?" I finally answer it. He'd been blowing me up for almost two days now.
"Annabelle, how are you?" He questions on the other line.
"Not bad Paul, what's up?" I ask him. "I know you're not calling to chat." I add wanting to get right down to the point. I push a couple long strands of deep brown curls behind my ear, I had missed a lot of hair when I threw it up into a pony tail this morning.
"I have a job for you if you're interested." He comments with a chuckle.
"I'm not interested." I state. I wasn't going back to putting eye liner onto Diva's that couldn't do it themselves.
"It's not a make up artist position." He says.
"I'm listening." I finally reply, putting it on speaker and setting the phone on the kitchen counter.
"I have a guy in NXT, his name is Fergal Devitt. His wrestling name is Finn Balor." Paul starts out. "He's known for his immaculate body paint. My only problem is Kate, who was doing his paint is about to have her baby and she's put in her notice to leave the company. You were the first person that came to mind." He explains.
"I don't know Paul... I mean I haven't painted in a while..." I say unsurely. "And I'd have to meet this guy before we made any kind of decision, I mean I might not like him... He might not like me. You just don't know." I reply.
"I'm glad you said that. There's a NXT taping tomorrow night, if you're game I'd like you to go out and meet him. Do his paint for the night, nothing ridiculous, I'll pay you of course. You guys can talk, and let me know how it goes after wards." He suggests.
God, I did really want to get back into painting.
"Alright, I can handle that." I say in a softer tone.
"Great!" He exclaims. "I'll let him know you're coming, and I"ll let Bill down at NXT know too so he can put you on the list to get into the building. Do you still have your WWE ID?" He questions.
"I do." I nod.
"Sounds good. It was good talking to you." He tells me.
"You too." I agree, "I'll call you in a couple days." I add before we both hang up the phone.
"So exciting! You get to paint!" Kelly grins, with a couple small up and down jumps.
"Yeah, I won't get too excited just yet. What if he's a total douche bag?" I say to her. Not all of those guys were nice guys. In fact there was a pretty good majority of them that were assholes and had no respect for the backstage crew.
"Don't think like that." She growls at me, shaking her head. "Plus wouldn't you rather get back into that company? I mean, you're working for Disney right now in a job that you and I both know has no where to go." She states. She had a point, I was at a dead end job right now. That I also hated, and it would be nice to have the income again.
"Yeah, you're right." I sigh. "You want to be my plus one tomorrow?" I ask her with a chuckle. I really hated going to new places by myself, espeically when I didn't know anyone.
"I can't girl, I have to work." She says disappointed. "But send me pictures when you're done painting him." She grins.
***...***...***
"Hey Bill." I grin, wrapping my arms around his neck. I'd gotten to the Cocoa Armory a few minutes ago, plenty early to meet up with this Fergal character and get him taken care of.
"How are you darlin?" He asks me, "It's been too long." He adds as we walked down the hallway.
"I haven't been bad, kinda missed all this." I admit.
"Devitt!" He calls into the locker room. "We missed you too." He winks and I roll my eyes. A few second later a man walks out. He wasn't too tall, but not short either. A little bit of scruff on his face and short hair, with amazing blue eyes. "This is Fergal Devitt, Devitt this is Annabelle. Paul told you about her, right?" He asks and Devitt nods.
"Delighted to meet you." He smiles at me, extending a hand that I took.
"The same." I reply.
"Alright, I got you a room at the end of the hall to the right." Bill states, "Do your thing." He adds with a wink before excusing himself. That left a slightly awkward silence between Fergal and I.
"Why don't you put your trunks on and meet me in there?" I suggest, glancing up at him.
"Sure." He nods, disappearing back into the locker room. I had exactly 5 hours until the doors open and the show would get started. There was a stool and a table in the room along with a fan, and I pulled out my paints, setting them on the rolling table. "Where would you like me?" He questions, making me jump a little and turn around. "Sorry, wasn't trying to startle you." He smiles.
"No worries." I reply. My eyes wandered down his now shirtless physique, which I normally didn't do. Generally I was all business, but this man, he was stunning. He was flawless literally everywhere. "Uhm, right over here." I point to a spot that was right under my light. "So what are you thinking? What do you want?" I ask him curiously.
"Have you looked at any of my past work?" He questions. tilting his head a little.
"I haven't. I don't want to see it." I say shaking my head. "I like to start with a clean plate, and I don't like to compare my work to anyone elses. Too much pressure." I admit. He nods, like he understands what I"m talking about.
"I enjoy basing my work off comic book characters a lot of the time. Before I started I was known as Prince Devitt, but since signing here I've had a name change. And I don't think Marvel would approve of me using their characters anymore." He starts to explain. "Balor means demon king, so if we can collaborate something that relates that'd be awesome." He tells me. I really loved listening to that Irish accent.
"Specific colors?" I question.
"Black. Always always black. Generally black and red, black and white... But always black." He answers.
"Ok." I nod. I pick up one of my larger sponges and my black paint.
"One more thing." He says quickly, making me stop mid movement and look up at him. "Sorry..." He chuckles, glancing at the ground at back up at me. "Uhm, usually we make a mouth, teeth across my face and my chest."
"So your neck is the mouth?" I question and he nods. "Alright, I can work with that." I nod, pressing the sponge to his chest. He stood still while I started to work, putting down a decent base to start me off. (*the paint she's doing is the demon look, with the wings on his back*) He let me work in silence, for at least an hour, but honestly it was driving me crazy. I could feel his eyes watching me, and normally I wouldn't think anything of it but they were so intense that my cheeks were on fire. "You're so quiet." I finally murmur, breaking the silence.
"Am I allowed to talk?" He asks softly, knowing better than to move to much. "Kate didn't like it when I talked or moved while she worked, I just assume you did as well." He explains.
"I don't mind if you talk." I say. I literally had to bite the inside of my lip as I dabbed the sponge along the under side of his pec. I've painted naked people before, why is this guy making my stomach do flip flops? "You can take a break if you need to, I need the black and red to dry a little bit before I go in with a brush." I say to him, turning the fan on.
"I'm good." He shrugs, perching himself on the stool. "Have you always wanted to body paint?" He questions curiously, watching as I moved my paints around on the table.
"Yes. I have always wanted to paint." I nod. "Have you always wanted to wrestle?" I ask back.
"Yep." He nods with a grin. "Paul said you've worked here before, is it alright if I asked what happened?" He asks.
"Yeah." I shrug. "I was a make up artist, and I hated it, so I quit." I answer simply, making him chuckle. "Make up and body art aren't the same... Even though I liked the money and working for the company, I was miserable." I explain to him. "So I quit, and started working for Disney where I'm equally as miserable for a lot less pay." I smirk.
"So you live in Orlando." He comments, raising his eyebrows.
"I do." I agree, "Stand back up, and turn around." I instruct him. He does as he's told and I go to work paint wings onto his back. Once I get the shape of the wings drawn on I can get to coloring and shading.
"Do you like Orlando?"
"It's alright," I murmur. "I don't particularly enjoy being land locked, I'd rather live by the ocean but it's not ideal when you work at Disney. I was living out in Titusville right by the beach until I quit the WWE job." I explain.
"Well if you take this job you can move back to the beach again." He says.
"That's true." I agree. Again, a silence falls between us but this time it's a comfortable one, probably only because he can't stare at me while I'm behind him. In almost no time at all I've finished his back. "Ok, turn around and have a seat on the stool." I say, grabbing a fine brush to start on his face.
"Yes mam." He mumbles, propping himself up on a stool.
"Don't take this the wrong way..." I start off, glancing nervously at him. He only grins, "I need to get between your legs." I state and he raises his eyebrows. "Then I need you to hold me steady there." I chuckle.
"Ok." He laughs. I put myself right between his legs, his whole crotch area was pretty much against my lower stomach and I feel his thighs tighten around me. "Good?" He questions. I was glad he couldn't see the fact that the heat was pooling in my abdomen right now, but... There's no way he couldn't have noticed the heat come to my face.
"Perfect." I say softly, grabbing my brush. I lean in close to him and start to paint teeth over the black I'd already dabbed on his face earlier. "Close your eyes." I say in a breathy whisper.
"How's it going in here? We're about to open doors." Bill says. I"m not sure how much time had passed, and he was lucky I wasn't in mid stroke or I'd have been upset. "Wow..." He murmurs, giving Devitt the once over. "Haven't lost your touch I see."
"I'm almost done. Get out." I tell him, pointing to the door. When I was in paint mode I didn't like to be interrupted or bothered.
"Mouthy piece." he chuckles, pulling the door shut behind him.
"Just one last thing." I say to Ferg, coloring in the tongue I'd drawn on his neck and chest. "Perfect." I smile, stepping back a couple steps to look at the finished product. "I need to take a picture." I murmur, pulling out my phone. He poses as i snap a picture to sent to Kelly, "And turn around." I add taking another one.
"Am I good?" He questions.
"You are good." I nod in agreement, "Don't do anything that will rub or smear it before your entrance." I tell him. I watch him walk in front of the full body mirror and look at himself, turning around to see the back side too.
"Badass." He murmurs. "You're very talented Annabelle." He comments. "And if you're game to do this for me, I'd love you have ye'." He tells me with an appreciative nod.
"I'll let you know." I smile. He accepts that answer for now, and I watch him leave out the door. As much as I wanted to head home, I stuck around long enough to watch his entrance as Finn Balor. It was impressive no doubt, probably one of the best entrances I've every seen actually.
***...***...***
"So you liked him then?" Kelly asks the next day. We were sitting on my back porch, drinking away our afternoon.
"Which is exactly the problem." I tell her and she looks at me questionably, "Kelly he is so handsome." I sigh. "The whole time I was painting him all i could think about was jumping his bones, not only that but he stares at me while I work. WHich makes it worse." I sigh and run a hand down my face.
"You need to get laid." She laughs. "But he said he wanted you to do his paint, girl I'd jump at that job. It's what you want to do." She says. As if on cue, Paul's face comes up on my phone. "He didn't waste much time." She chuckles.
"Hey Paul." I greet him, putting it on speaker and settin the phone on my chest.
"Miss Annabelle." He replies. "I'm really hoping you liked Fergal as much as he liked you." He comments. Kelly gives my thigh a soft smack at that and I glower at her. "He had only great things to say."
"We need to talk about this." I start off.
"I'm all ears." He tells me.
"If I agree to this, I want to be under contract with him only." I tell him. "I don't want to do make up Paul. All I want to do is his body paint. So for as long as you have him on the roster, and he needs a body painter I'll be your girl. But only him." I insist.
"That can be arranged." He agrees easily.
"I'm not fetching for him or anything. Just his body paint." I add. "And I want the same pay as when I was doing make up." I grin glancing at Kelly, knowing I'm probably pushing my luck now.
"I'll have the contract written up." He tells me.
"Really?" I ask, a little surprised he agreed so easily.
"Yes. I'll send Fergal your number, and make some arrangements. Do you need to put in notice with Disney? When can you start with full availability?" He questions.
"I need to give Disney at least a week." I answer.
"Can you paint Friday night?" He asks.
"Yes."
"Alright. Let me work out some details, and I'll speak with you later." He tells me.
"Sounds good." I reply, hanging up the phone.
"You have a job!" Kelly exclaims excited. She claps her hands a few times with a big, giant grin across her face.
I have a job.