As always, thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the RoLex update a few weeks back - it honestly means the world to me, especially as I have been writing them for over a year now. I can't even begin to tell you how much I appreciate all the love you have constantly given to all three couples over the last year. And I have still got so many more ideas up my sleeve - perhaps not much more for RoLex, but so much more for Dean and Becca and of course, our couple de jour - Seth and Siobhan. I realise that I did leave them with a hefty cliffhanger last time. So I hope the following will answer a certain question... Eventually anyway... And so much more in between.

WARNING: Language, smut

DISCLAIMER: I only own Siobhan and my mind

Italics = flashbacks (so many flashbacks...)

Enjoy x

Seth's POV

I open my eyes and squint at the rising sun. It takes me a minute to realise where I am, but when it finally clicks into place, I can't help but grin. I stretch slowly, wincing slightly as I move my knee but there isn't much that can shift the grin from my face. A hand slides down my chest and I look down to see Siobhan's pale fingers splayed against my tanned skin. She wriggles behind me and I can feel her bare breasts press firmly into my back. Placing my hand over hers, I lace our fingers together, slowly drawing her hand up to my mouth. She mumbles softly in her sleep as I kiss the tip of each finger.

Rolling onto my back, I take in the mass of red hair spread across her face and pillow. She lets out a quiet whine at my change in position, her body automatically moving closer as she buries her head between my shoulder and the pillow. Reaching over, I start to push the strands of hair away, letting my fingers work through its length until I can clearly make out her cheek, her lips, her closed eyes. Her nose scrunches up as I press my lips to her forehead.

"Seth..."

"Sorry," I murmur. "Go back to sleep."

She groans again, moving onto her back and then rolling to face away from me, the sheets slipping down her body. I tug them slowly back up as I move closer, my arm curling over her waist to pull her back against me. She hums in appreciation, her ass wriggling against me as she gets comfortable. A soft sigh leaves her body as she relaxes into my embrace and I can't help but smile as she does.

I can tell by the change in her breathing that she's drifted back to sleep, but I don't mind. There's been so many times over the last few months where the roles have been reversed, when it was me who's fallen asleep with my head in her lap or woken up in the morning, only to roll back over into her arms and fall back to sleep, exhausted from endless rehab. My progress has been steady, my determination relentless, but it's still going to take time. Frustration doesn't even begin to cover it, but every time I've felt close to breaking, Siobhan has been there. It might just be a squeeze of my hand, a kiss to my cheek, a soft murmuring of 'I love you', but every time it's given me the perspective and strength I need to keep going.

And now I'm determined to show her how much all of that has meant to me. We landed late last night, arriving at the resort a little after midnight. Siobhan's head was already lolling against my shoulder as we checked in and she made a beeline for the bed before the porter had even left the room. The second the door clicked shut behind him, she was stripping, her clothes landing haphazardly on the floor and nearby couch. I soon followed her, but not before I took the opportunity to take in the peace and quiet of our surroundings.

Although advertised as a room, it's only got three walls, the fourth 'open' to give way to a step down to two sun chairs and our own private pool. And beyond that? I couldn't make anything out in the darkness, aside from a faint glimmer of waves in the moonlight. But this morning, with the sun on the rise, I can clearly see the wide expanse of the Caribbean sea in the distance, the view framed by two magnificent green mountain sides. Despite having ogled at the exact same view via the resorts' website, it's still breathtaking to see it in all its glory. I grin to myself – I've been careful to only reveal small details of our trip to Siobhan, initially only telling her to pack for somewhere hot. Only when we landed in Miami to transfer did I reveal the exact location, laughing as her face lit up and she let out a squeal. Landing late meant I could delay the big reveal till this morning and as I feel her move in my arms, her body stretching against mine, I feel nervous excitement zip through me.

I press a kiss to her head, my hand sliding from her stomach up to settle just under her breasts, my fingers gently exploring their soft underside. She squirms, her head rocking forward, allowing me to lower my mouth to the back of her neck.

She lets out a satisfied sigh, her back arching so that her ass presses firmly into my lap. My dick stirs at the contact and I drop my hand to her hip, stilling her movements.

"Spoil sport," she mumbles.

I chuckle. "All in good time."

Her head rolls back and she slowly opens her eyes. "What time is it?"

"Early."

She yawns. "Why is it so bright?"

I grin and nod behind her. "Why don't you take a look?"

She gives me a puzzled look, before she turns away. "Seth..."

My grin widens as I curl my arms tighter around her. "Pretty amazing, huh?"

"Wow..." she exhales. "It's beautiful."

I nuzzle at her neck. "Just like you."

She giggles. "You're so corny, Rollins."

"You love it."

She rocks her head back against my shoulder. "You already know I do." She looks up at me. "Thank you."

I shake my head. "No thanks required. In fact, it's me that should be thanking you."

"For what?"

"Everything."

She cups my cheek, her fingers stroking my beard. "You didn't have to take me here to say thanks for that."

I raise my eyebrow. "I think we both know that's not why we're here."

Siobhan smiles. "I know. So why dress it up as anything else?"

"Because I still need to thank you for everything you've done for me over the last few months."

"But you don't need to. I mean, that's what couples do right? Be there for each other through the good and the bad."

"We've had more bad than good recently," I murmur.

"I dunno," she whispers, her hand sneaking around the back of my neck to pull me down to her mouth. "I can think of one or two good times."

"Siobhan..."

"Yes?"

Even though I know the TV is still playing in the background, I can't make out the sounds. All I can hear is the blood pounding in my ears as she holds my gaze, her face impassive as I wet my lips.

"Will..." I swallow, my tongue thick in my mouth. "Would you take me seriously now?"

"Seth-"

I cut her off, reaching for her hand. "If I asked you now, would you take me seriously?"

"Are you asking me now?"

I chuckle in spite of myself. "Not how this works, sweetheart. I believe I'm the one who's supposed to ask the question."

"Then ask the right one," she murmurs with a grin, her fingers sliding between mine.

"But are you going to take me seriously?"

She stares at me for a second, her eyes darting between my hand in hers and my face. "Yes."

My heart starts to thud as I squeeze her hand. "Siobhan–"

But she interrupts me. "I know I said I'm not one for romance–"

"Exactly, so–"

She presses a finger to my lips. "Let me finish. I know I said that, but you also said that you'd thought about this and I don't want you to compromise on any plans you might have had." Her gaze ducks down and then she looks up at me through thick eyelashes. "This... This is for both of us, right?"

I reach out and tuck my fingers under her chin, lifting her gaze fully. "Don't you think that you've compromised enough for me?"

"I..."

"You gave us a chance for me, you moved across the country for me, you changed your career for me, you–"

"For us," she says. "I did all of that for us."

"They're still compromises that you made. What have I done?"

"So much," she murmurs. "You forgive me when I fuck up. You keep me sane when work gets too much. You... You love me."

"I love you, you love me; that's how it works, sweetheart," I say with a smile, reaching for her other hand. She clutches at it, her eyes flickering between my face and our hands joined in front of us.

"But still, you don't have to do this now."

"I want to."

"Seth–"

"Siobhan," I swallow, my hands gripping hers even tighter as I feel a tremor of nerves rip through me. I clear my throat with a chuckle. "Y'know, I had this whole speech planned. I was gonna fill the apartment with candles before you got home from a trip, wear a suit and get down one knee. And yet, here we are in some crappy hotel room, I'm in sweats and there ain't a chance in hell that I can get down on either knee right now."

Siobhan giggles, her eyes starting to shine.

"I was gonna tell you how fucking lucky I am to share my life with you, sweetheart. I had this whole thing about that night in Vegas," I shake my head. "It was so corny... You'd have loved it."

She squeezes my hand softly. "Tell me."

"When we were playing roulette and I tried to get you to quit just before you got that big win. You told me that didn't sound like much fun. And I said it was the sensible thing to do. 'Screw sensible', you said," I smile. "You teased me about that night we first met you and Lex. You asked me if I was quitting whilst I was ahead when I backed off and left you both to it. Thing is, I did quit whilst I was ahead back then. And I've regretted it ever since. I've regretted it because I missed out on a few more years with the most incredible, caring, sexy, loving girl. I'm not going to let that happen again, Siobhan. When it comes to you, I'm never quitting. Not now, not ever."

"I regretted it too."

I stare at her. "Sweetheart–"

"I regretted leaving that bar when I did. I regret telling you that I didn't want anything more than one night in Vegas. I regret..." She closes her eyes and exhales. "I regret every single time I stopped myself from calling you that year."

Letting go of her hand, I reach up and cup her cheek. "Hey, it's okay. We got there in the end, right?"

Her eyes open and my heart threatens to break when I see the unspilt tears. "Go on," she murmurs with a smile. "You make your big speech, make me cry and then..."

I smile back, my grin widening. "I was gonna get down on one knee, offer you the ring and tell you that this time, I'm all in."

"Yes."

I chuckle. "I still haven't asked."

"I don't care. Yes." She leans forward, her hands cupping my face. "I'm all in too, Seth."

Her mouth is soft, tender. My hands slide down her back, gripping her hips as I ease her closer, pulling her onto my lap. She whines into the kiss, almost pulling back to protest, but I refuse to let go. Her legs slide around my waist as I cup the back of her head, my fingers twisting through her long hair, anchoring her to me. I can feel dampness on my cheeks and as I pull back for a quick breath, I realise the unspilt tears are starting to make their escape. I press my lips to her cheeks, kissing them away as she murmurs softly to me.

"Yes, Seth... Yes."

Siobhan is outstretched on one of the sun chairs when I return from the gym. She glances over her shoulder, pushing her sunglasses up onto her head.

"Perfect timing," she grins, waving the bottle of sun lotion at me. "How was it?"

I shrug. "Gets better every time." I peel off my sweat-ridden shirt and drop it next to the bed. "How about you join me in the shower? I'll wash your back and slather on lotion for you."

She giggles. "It's a tempting offer."

"And yet you're not rushing towards the bathroom..." I tap my chin in mock-thought. "What can I possibly do to sweeten the deal?"

"Have you seen the shower?"

"What do you mean?"

She raises an eyebrow. "It's got three massive windows on one side."

I laugh as I close the gap between us. "Privacy wasn't exactly your concern earlier this morning."

Her cheeks redden. "That was different."

"How so?" I ask as I run my hands across her bare shoulders.

She gestures at the view before us. "No-one's gonna be peeking in on us from out there."

"I dunno, I hear those paparazzi lenses are pretty good at picking up long-range shots," I grin as she swats at me.

"Not helping!"

"Sweetheart, there is no denying that this morning you were quite the exhibitionist. Nothing to be ashamed of. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Watching your ass bounce on my dick..." My fingers pluck at the string-tie of her bikini. "And then when you leant forward... Fuck..." I exhale slowly, my hands sliding over her chest as I push away her bikini top.

She mewls softly at my touch, her back arching as my fingers tweak at her nipples. "I figured," she manages to gasp. "I figured that it was the best way for us to both enjoy the view."

"And what a view it was..." I murmur. It's true. Watching the sun rise whilst Siobhan fucked herself on my dick, her pale skin glowing in the soft orange and yellow is definitely something I'd like to repeat every day for the rest of time. "So tell me again how that differs from us taking a shower together?"

"Because showers with you are never sweet and innocent."

"I don't ever hear you complaining."

"Usually our showers take place in an enclosed space. With no windows."

"Well then," I reach for her hand and slowly pull her off the chair. "We'll just have to be discreet."

My phone beeps in my pocket and I draw it out with a shaky hand.

I think I'm actually going to be late. xx

I chuckle and then curse my own nerves as I tap out a reply that's littered with errors on the first and second attempt thanks to my trembling fingers.

It's okay. They're running late themselves. xx

Siobhan replies seconds later with a smiley face and I swallow hard as I feel my heart lurch in my chest, the beats so loud, so fast that I struggle to focus on anything but it. I run a hand over my head, my fingers twisting into the knot at the back of my neck. Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I start to untie and retie the hairband, repeatedly scraping back the hair until I'm satisfied with the results.

My phone beeps again.

Just pulling up outside. xx

I'm about to reply when a voice calls out my name.

"Mr Rollins?"

I glance up and see a lady at the far end of the hall with a clipboard. Standing, I make my way down towards her.

"Mr Rollins," she says with a smile. "If you'd like to come–" She pauses. "You're alone?"

I smile apologetically. "She just text to say she's outside. Is it possible to wait a minute?"

She glances at her watch and then at the clipboard.

"Please?" I beg, watching her intently as she sighs.

"Seth!"

I turn around and my breath catches in my throat.

Siobhan smiles shyly at me, one hand nervously smoothing her dress whilst the other fumbles with her coat and purse. Her red hair is pulled into loose braid that hangs over her shoulder, its redness in stark contrast to the white lace of her dress. The hem bounces against her thighs as she walks slowly towards us, my eyes dropping to take in the length of her legs.

"Sorry I'm late," she says to Clipboard Lady, who shrugs in response.

"You're here now. If you'd both like to follow me."

Siobhan's hand slips into mine as she passes me. Glancing over her shoulder, she throws me a cheeky grin. "You coming?"

I nod dumbly, my eyes raking over back, the lace delicately kissing her shoulders, falling away to nothing before cinching in her waist.

"You look beautiful," I murmur as we head through one door and then another.

"I thought I'd go all in," she replies. "I only plan to do this once."

"I should hope so," I chuckle. "I'm glad you did though. I was worried I might look a bit ridiculous."

We pause in small ante-room, Clipboard Lady announcing she'll be back for us in a few minutes. Siobhan turns to face me, her eyes casting over my choice of clothes.

"You look very handsome."

Pride swells through me as she reaches up to straighten my tie, her fingers brushing lightly over my beard as she reaches up to offer me a chaste kiss. My hands glide up her arms as she pulls back, her gaze rising to meet mine.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask. "We don't have to–"

"I don't want to wait."

"What about your family, your friends?"

"No fuss," she says firmly, her fingers brushing across my temple. "Unless you want–"

"No," I rush to put her mind at ease. "Just us."

She smiles as my arms circle her. "As long as you're–"

I silence her with a kiss. "I couldn't have imagined this any other way, sweetheart," I murmur against her lips.

"Me neither," she replies.

There's gentle cough behind us and I turn my head to see Clipboard Lady standing in the doorway. "If you'd like to come through..."

I turn back to Siobhan. "Ready?"

"Ready."

My fingers brush against the thin strip of bare skin between Siobhan's skin-tight shirt and her skirt. Despite the fact that we've spent most of our first day in various states of undress, seeing her dolled up still takes my breath away. Her long hair is slung over one shoulder, her white shirt clinging to her upper body, highlighting the soft freckles that are already starting to appear on her arms from the sun, her black skirt hugs her waist, her hips, her ass, only stopping after the knee to reveal the rest of her legs, which are endless thanks to her skyscraper heels.

"Drink first?" she asks me as we approach the main resort area, her hand slipping into mine and already tugging me towards the bar.

"Are you trying to delay the inevitable?"

She casts me a curious look over her shoulder as we enter the bar and start to wind our way through the tables. "The inevitable?"

My hands fall to grip at her hips as we reach the bar and wait to be served. "You know damn well what I'm referring to," I murmur as she reaches for the drinks menu.

"I assume if you had it your way, we'd never leave the room," she comments as she flicks through the list of cocktails.

"Damn straight."

"I'd be handcuffed to the bed naked, right?"

I chuckle. "Now there's an idea."

"Behave, Mr Rollins."

I'm about to reply when the barman interrupts to take our order. As he starts to make our drinks, Siobhan turns to face me, leaning back against the bar. My hands still grip her hips, my tongue absentmindedly wetting my lips as I feel her gaze rake up my chest. Her hand slips over mine, her fingers lightly scratching my skin as she works her way up my bare forearm, pausing to fiddle with the rolled up cuffs of my dress shirt before moving higher to fumble with collar.

"See something you like?" I smirk as her fingers slip inside my collar to rub at the back of my neck.

"Perhaps," she replies nonchalantly, but there's a gleam in her eye that I've seen countless times before.

I lift a hand from her hips to nudge my glasses up the bridge of my nose. "Rude to stare though."

"I wasn't staring," she retorts. "Just..." she pauses with a grin. "Just admiring the view."

"Likewise." I gently ease a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Don't," she murmurs.

"Don't what?" My finger runs down the column of her throat, my smirk growing as I feel her shiver.

"I..." Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. "I won't last through one drink if you keep looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you're seconds away from fucking me on this bar."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

She pouts, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Privacy, Rollins."

"You proved earlier that it wasn't that much of a concern."

Her cheeks redden, her gaze dropping away. It didn't take much to finally convince her to join me in the shower, even less when I gently backed her up against the wall, one hand already curling her leg around my waist. Her hands gripped my shoulders as I eased myself inside her, our pace slow as we struggled to keep our balance. My mouth was on her neck as we pushed and pulled at each other, until her nails clawed at my back and her teeth sank into my shoulder to stop herself from screaming.

"Anyway," I murmur, my fingers tucking under her chin to lift her head back up. "You think anyone else here cares? Looks to me like everyone else is wrapped up in their own little worlds."

Her eyes dart around the bar, taking in the handful of other couples all of whom seemingly have only eyes for each other. A small smile tugs at her lips and I feel her arms slide around my waist.

"Thank you," she whispers as the barman carefully places our drinks on the bar, along with the check.

"We went over this," I remind her as I charge the drinks to our room and then pass Siobhan's drink to her. "No thanks required."

"We didn't have to come here."

I shake my head. "Yes, we did. Just because everything else was low-key, doesn't mean that this has to be as well."

"Low-key is a bit of an understatement," Siobhan winks over the rim of her glass.

"No regrets though?" I ask hesitantly. I was surprised when she first suggested it, her voice as hesitant as mine is now. But all I wanted was for her to be happy. And if keeping it low-key, even if that is understatement, was what would make her happy, then I was right there with her.

"Definitely not," she smiles up at me. "It was perfect."

"Do you have two witnesses?" Clipboard Lady asks.

Siobhan looks at me. "We thought we might ask the couple before us."

Clipboard Lady just nods, as if this happens all the time. "Well, they're just finishing up."

The door behind her opens and an elderly couple emerges, arms linked. Behind them are a handful of guests and I watch as Siobhan's face breaks into a heartwarming smile as she eyes them up.

"Congratulations" she starts, stepping forward, my hand still firmly in hers. "I'm so sorry to ask as I know that you've just had your own ceremony, but would you mind being witnesses for ours?"

"Don't you have any guests of your own, dear?" the elderly woman asks, peering behind us.

"No," Siobhan squeezes my hand. "We're just keeping this to ourselves for now."

There's a short pause, murmurings from their guests. "Well, in that case," the woman beams. "We'd be delighted."

"Thank you," I say, offering my hand to both of them. "We really appreciate it."

Their guests shuffle out of the way so we can enter the small ceremony room. The judge stands at the far end, talking to the Clipboard Lady but he smiles warmly as we approach.

"Ah, Harold and Joy, we meet again," he says when he spots the elderly couple behind us. He peers down at the marriage licence in his hands. "And you must be Siobhan and Seth. Pleased to meet you. My name's Jack and I'll be presiding over today's proceedings."

He asks us to stand in front of the simple lectern, with Harold and Joy standing off to one side. Clipboard Lady offers to take Siobhan's coat and purse, placing them on a chair at the edge of the room. I watch as Siobhan's hands twist nervously in front of her, her eyes darting around the room before settling back on me.

"You okay?" I murmur.

She smiles. "Never better."

Reaching out, I slip my hand over hers and tug her a little closer. "I love you."

"Love you too," she whispers.

"Right, so do you have any rings?" Jack looks up from the lectern.

"No, we've decided not to have any," I tell him, one eye on Siobhan who grins back at me.

He nods. "Not a problem. Any vows of your own?"

Siobhan shakes her head. "No, we'd just like to keep it simple."

"Of course," Jack smiles. "Well, let's get started shall we?"

Shuffling his papers, he clears his throat and starts to talk. I'm desperately trying to pay attention, but it's hard when Siobhan is holding my gaze, her eyes entrancing as her thumb slowly rubs across my knuckles. When the judge murmurs our names, her head twists towards him, loosening a strand of hair from her braid and I automatically reach out to push it back into place. She glances at me with a smile before her eyes flicker towards the jude, urging me to do the same.

"Right, so Seth, repeat after me."

My tongue feels thick and heavy, the words almost alien as he reads them out and pauses for me to repeat. Siobhan's eyes are locked with mine yet again, the edges of them starting to shine as she squeezes my hand tightly.

"And now Siobhan..."

"Seth Rollins," her voice is shaky. "I take you to be my lawfully wedded husband... Before these witnesses..." she exhales, her voice starting to crack. "I vow to love you... And care for you... As long as we both shall live."

Tears start to spill down her cheeks and I'm quick to brush them away, stepping closer and pulling her into my arms. There's a soft tap on my arm and I glance over my shoulder to see Joy offering me a bunch of tissues. I take them with a murmur of thanks, offering them to Siobhan who accepts them with a sniff and a small smile.

Jack clears his throat. "As there are no rings to exchange, the only thing left to say is that I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Harold and Joy promptly burst into clapping, as does the Jack. "And you may now kiss your bride," he smiles at me.

My hand slides around the back of Siobhan's neck, pulling her ever closer. Brushing my fingers across her cheeks, I lean forward and press my lips gently against hers. Her hand, still clutching at the tissues, falls against my chest, her fingers scratching at my shirt as her arm circles my shoulders, holding me to her as she deepens the kiss. It feels wonderfully strange, holding her in my arms having just promised to spend the rest of my life with her. Any nerves that I felt in the minutes leading up to this moment have promptly vanished, leaving with nothing other than pure, unadulterated happiness.

Siobhan pulls away from me, her lips plump and perfect, her giggle vibrating through me as I lean forward and exchange another kiss, albeit a slight more chaste affair than before. Her thumb brushes over my lips with a soft murmur of 'lipstick', and it takes all my strength not to kiss her, my wife, again and again.