AN: I go away and come back with a new ship. Don't ask me how this happened, because I don't know. Well, maybe I do... Because Shálor is perfect. Accept it into your shipper heart.

This is dedicated to my lovelies:

mushyface, ramenreigns, liveforambrose...(Go read their stuff please. Tell them I sent you.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Sasha Banks or Finn Bálor. But if I did...

Excuse the possible plethora of typos.

Sasha Banks, the Boss of NXT...

She felt more like a loser than anything else. And it was the worst feeling ever; especially when you fought so hard to win. All her trash talking and hard work meant nothing after Charlotte's damn forward somersault cutter - Natural Selection- from the top rope. Sasha cursed the maneuver and the woman who used it to put her and many other women away. The move was devastating and a lot of the time, it left victims with a killer headache not even Advil could cure.

Sasha muttered obscenities as she trudged down the hallways of the Full Sail University, her head downcast so that the backstage help and other superstars and divas couldn't see even the smallest look of disappointment on her face. She absolutely detested their looks of smugness. For a moment, she wondered if they could feel the loss emanate from her. She scoffed, "Stupid." She was being stupid. And not acting very boss like. She could almost laugh at how pathetic her inner monologue was starting to sound. But losing to Charlotte did that to you. It literally felt like you worked your hardest only to have someone spit in your face, and shit on your dreams just by throwing the Flair name out there and yelling "Wooo." But even though she lost, she made people see that she deserved to win.

She licked her chapped lips, for a moment, forgetting her signature red lipstick. It probably smeared earlier, but she didn't care.

She sighed, could she go scrape her heart up from the ring mat?

She sat in the hallway, numb to everything going on around her. Setting her head back, she closed her eyes, reveling in the moment of rare silence. Backstage was always hectic, between guys running around talking about their matches, Divas gossiping, immature pranking, or just all of it at once, there were rare moments of silence. And she liked to enjoy them. She wondered if Charlotte was currently basking in the afterglow of their match, enjoying the pats on the back and the congratulatory hugs. Sasha wrinkled her nose, scowling at the thought. She should have been enjoying that feeling, that pride. Winning evaded her, a victory slipped trough her fingers as her face hit the mat and the referee counted to three.

Sasha sighed, trying her hardest to clear her mind, embracing the nothingness she wanted to swallow her whole. She took a deep breath, ignoring the sound of someone walking toward her.

Feeling a slight gust of air past her face, she cracked an eye open, screaming when she saw a figure above her. She grabbed on, putting the person in a choke hold and wrapping her legs around their waist. She heard an annoying scream, wishing the person would shut up. It was then she realized she had been the one screaming. She had been over powered and had been flipped over, leaving her on the floor. "What the hell!"

"Do you it make a habit' of attackin people?" Deep and accented. Irish sounding...Finn Bálor. He was covered in red, black and white paint -obviously unbathed - and because of her antics, so was she. His lips quirked into a soft smile, she however was too busy being angry at him to notice how perfectly boyish he looked.

"Do you go around scaring people?" Sasha countered, laying on the floor with her arms splayed out at her sides as he looked down at her.

He scratched the back of his calf with his left foot, chuckling nervously. "You were sittin there, quiet. So I assumed you could have been unconscious...or something." He cleared his throat, hesitating before he extended a hand to help her up. "But, considering the fac tha you just tried to kill me, I'll leave you be next time." He groaned as he pulled her up, he clutched where a sharp pain stabbed him in both of his sides.

Pushing away from him, she looked at him with a mix of worry and skepticism. "So your first instinct was to wave your hand in my face?"

"You reacted." He smirked, trying to hide the fact that if he wasn't covered in body paint, she'd see the blush in his cheeks, as he defended himself.

She seemed to drop the subject, further distancing herself from him. Looking down at her messied attire, she dropped her arms to her sides. Her red and white attire was stained with paint. The inside of her arms and the inside of her legs were smeared with it as well. "Great. You got your freak all over me." She muttered, and surprisingly, he just chuckled, rolling on the back of his heels and standing with them flat again. She wanted to hit him, "Why are you still covered in that stuff anyway- your match was before mine!" She screeched, causing him, and the other people watching, to flinch. But his grin seemed to stretch. He got a kick out of seeing the pint sized woman so flared up over some paint. He opened his mouth to answer her when it all clicked in her mind. The groan, the clutching of his ribs, he probably couldn't lift his arms. "You're sore." She instantly felt bad for jumping on him.

"Pretty sore. Bruised ribs on both sides." He nodded, cursing the names Viktor and Konnor. They made sure he and Hideo would be in pain the next day. "I've been wandering around. I'm moments away from just rollin on the floor until it comes off."

Sasha thought about how funny it would be to just watch him lay on the floor and start rolling around. She couldn't help but laugh. Her burst in laughter caused his eyes to widen and he looked around the hallway to see if he had missed anything significantly hilarious. At the sight of his face -eyes wide and his face covered in paint- she just laughed harder, balancing herself against the wall. "You, you're - face."

He raised an eyebrow, looking at her. "Dear god, you're a loon."

Her laughs faded to a giggle as they watched each other. After a moment, she said, "You have to walk around like that.."

He stomped his foot, like a child, crossing his arms. It seemed as though a grin had been permanently etched on his face. "I can't even lift my arms-"

Looking at him, distracted her, so she couldn't help but cut him off, "I mean, I would help-" oh god, she thought. Smacking her forehead.

"But what?"

Now her turn to blush, "That would be hard to explain."

"Explain?" He was confused. He never understood Americans - or women actually - and their incessant need to explain everything to people. Besides, she would just be seen leaving the university with him. Hell, people were going to talk about them just having a conversation in that very hallway. "Who, relevan to the situation, needs to know?"

"You just want to see me all wet and in your shower..." She sassed, it was instinct at that point. But she was digging herself into a whole. She thought to herself, maybe she didn't want to get out of it. After all...she needed a shower too.

"We'd be preserving water...saving the planet." Finn couldn't help but snicker at himself. That was the biggest load of crap he'd spewed for the week, and it was only Thursday. But she had planted the seed for that one so he couldn't be blamed for the course of the conversation. At least, that was what he told himself.

Sasha crossed her arms, eyebrow quirked and lips pursed, "And I should help you because?"

"...Deep down you are a lovely person." Finn didn't even hesitate to quip. How they had gotten there was a mystery to him, but he'd not squander it. Besides, he smelled of sweat and just all around man-ness. He was starting to convulse himself.

Sasha shook her head, and looked down at her feet, did she want to do this? She knew people were going to talk anyway, and Finn wasn't a sleaze so she didn't really see the harm. She might as well give everyone something to talk about. Looking up at him, and the innocent look on his face, she smiled, "I'm driving."

Sasha tied her hair into a ponytail, making eye contact with Finn as she stretched the band of the hair tye with her teeth and her wrist. Neither of them said anything, both awkwardly standing about, a foot of space between them. Turning away from him, she turned on the water, balancing the cold and the hot water, leaving it cooler. She put her palm under the flow from the shower head, turning the cold lever down, slowly making the water warmer until it was comfortable. Turning, she got a peak at Finn's naked figure as he stepped behind the curtain.

There was no shame in his game...hell, she didn't mind. However she couldn't help but look up to the ceiling and stifle a squeal. Was this consolation from God because she lost her match?

She felt ridiculous for even thinking that.

She stripped off her gear, but hung her hoodie on the hook behind the door. She took a deep breath, pulling back the shower curtain and stepping in.

His back was turned to her, and for that she was grateful. They exchanged no words, instead, accepting the intimate moment that was taking place.

Sasha grabbed the loofah sponge and moisturizing body wash. After queezing the body wash onto the sponge, she rubbed small circles on his shoulders, neck and back, taking her time. After a while, she became meticulous, making sure to get all the paint off. She slowed for a moment, watching the suds slide down his back, a blush tinting her cheeks.

Finn turned around, a calm look in his expression. Sasha looked away, a look of embarrassment, this was a lot more difficult than she thought it would be. She squeezed more body wash into the loofah before continuing her work on his chest, "My bad," she apologized as she got lower on his torso, lifting his arms so she could get all of the remnants of the paint off.

Finn said nothing as she cleared the loofah and hung it up before she squeezed more of the soap into her hands. She focused her gaze on his chin as she rubbed behind his ears. There was nothing sexual in her intent, so he willedl himself to react accordingly.

He smiled as her expression displayed her focus. Her tongue stuck out between her lips as she began to scrub the paint from his facial hair loose. He sighed contentedly, forgetting that she could hear. They exchanged eye contact for the first time; it ended as quickly as it happened, both of them trying their damnedest not to blush for the fifty millionth time that night.

Finn watched as paint swirled down the drain and disappeared, she was rubbing his clean skin absentmindedly.

He grabbed the loofah and the body wash, repeating her actions. He bent his arm at the elbow, thankful that he was a lot taller than her. He rubbed the loofah down her arms, over her shoulders and down her back. After a moment of stillness, she turned and she nodded consent for him to continue. She focused her eyes on his chin, goosebumps running along her skin. Her hand rested on his forearm as she ran the loofah along her stomach and breasts; along her whole body. She wondered how he'd stayed so...calm. He looked stoic, but the tint in his cheeks never left.

Soon the water had started to run clear passed their feet and down the drain.

Sasha turned and cut off the water, getting out the shower and passing him a towel.

"Thank you." He accepted the towel, messing his wet hair and drying it before wrapping himself in it.

She looked at him as she wrapped herself in the towel, tucking the excess under her arm.

The room was foggy from the steam, adding to the scene.

Opening the door, she stepped out the bathroom and into the hall, with Finn following behind her. She stopped abruptly, causing him to run into her.

"Sor-"

She turned on her heel, "Are you hungry?" The rumble of his stomach answered for him. She giggled, "Pizza?"

Grinning, Finn nodded, "Pizza."

"We should probably get dressed first though."