Roman smiled against her lips as he slowly broke the kiss. He had been dreaming about kissing Elsa for so long, and it had just happened. He wasn't even sure how. It wasn't planned. They had arrived at the hotel late that night at the same time, and instead of walking inside and checking in, they had stayed outside and talked. Somehow he had found himself in a lip lock with her.

"I'm not sure if I should apologize or kiss you again," he said.
"Why don't you try your luck one more time and see if I bite or not," she said.

He looked into the bright blue eyes. It was rare that he saw her true eye colour. She always wrestled with brown contacts. Her hair was dyed dark brown. He knew she was a natural blonde. She had told him but he would have found out anyway. Her roots were sometimes showing, like they were today. He had asked her once why she changed her apperance that much, and she had told him that she didn't like looking so Aryan.

"Don't mind if I do," he chuckled.

He leaned in to steal another kiss. It felt so damn good to be kissing her after all the flirting and all the longing looks. He had known for a while that he was in love with her. He just wasn't sure if she felt the same way or if she just liked to flirt. Their heated kiss said more than her words ever could. She felt the same way.

"I wanted to do this right. I wanted to ask you out first," he said.
"So why didn't you?" She asked.
"I was afraid you'd say no," he answered.
"What? The big Roman Reigns was afraid? I never saw that one coming," she laughed.
"Shut up," he laughed too.
"Make me," she said.

He kissed her again. He could get lost in those kisses. His hands traveled from her lower back and down to touch her ass gently. She let out a small moan and he groaned in return.

"Fuck!" He leaned his forehead against hers. "I'm gonna go inside before I step over the line."
"What if there aren't any lines?" She asked.
"Don't tempt me," he pecked her lips. "I don't want us to jump in bed within the first five minutes and then regret it."
"You always were a gentleman," she smiled.
"I try," he said. "Goodnight Elsa."

One more peck to her lips and he hurried inside the hotel before he changed his mind and dragged her to his hotel room. He didn't wanna rush things. He wasn't gonna wait long either but he wanted to do it right. He didn't wanna mess it up from the beginning. He had a feeling she might be the one.

"Fuck!" He groaned lowly.

He looked down at his boner, hoping the young man behind the counter wouldn't notice as he walked up to check in.

"Die down, little friend," he whispered.

Elsa ran a hand through her hair, letting Roman get a minute head start before she walked inside the hotel too. Her plans for the evening was to dye those blonde roots so she was ready for RAW next night. She hadn't planned on kissing the man she had been in love with for a couple of months now. She hadn't thought he felt the same way too but now she knew. Those kisses were too real for him not to feel that way.

"What the hell was that?" Ronda growled.

Roman and Elsa hadn't noticed the car with four female superstars in it when they had been so lost in kissing. Ronda, Sasha, Bayley and Natalya traveled together and had seen it all go down in the parking lot.

"That slut!" Natalya backed her friend up.
"If she thinks she can just waltz right in and steal him from under my nose, she's in for a surprise," Ronda said.
"Don't worry," Bayley said.
"We'll figure out a way to stop it," Sasha said.