A/n: I see this as a shorter story, but I keep giving Sami the short end of the deal, so I needed him to get the girl at some point.
For anyone who follows my stuff, yes I know I know, One More Go is just kinda chilling. I have more places for it to go but not a lot of concrete plot ones, so I'll come back to it eventually.
XXX
"Bex," Sami knocked at the door of the hotel room. "C'mon open up. Please?"
The orange haired girl opened the door, a grumpy look on her face, and a gray cotton rope hitting mid thigh on her leg.
"What?"
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah I suppose," she opened the door, "welcome to my career's funeral."
A bottle of wine was sat on a small table in front of the couch and the television was playing Grease.
"Aw Bex, you only watch musicals when you're really upset."
"Yeah well," she collapsed on the couch, the fabric of her rope flipping off and showing a bit of the soft shorts underneath.
He picked up a glass from the bar and poured himself a glass.
"Cheers." He sipped it and waited for her to make a move, she eyed him before sighing heavily.
"I mean, what the 'ell happened? What happened to Diva's revolution and changin' the way things are done 'round here, yeah? How in the hell did I end up here?"
"You did all of those things, you had a great match at WrestleMania."
"Which I lost, and now I'm at the bottom while Charlotte and Sasha gonna are out there doin' what I want to do, and Bayley's chasing the NXT title against one of the greatest competitors in our industry, and freakin' Natalya, who I love don' get me wrong, but Natalya is booked to be number one contender and me? I'm in a half-assed valet-slash-love-interest angle with you."
He didn't say anything, just looked at her sympathetically.
"I'm sorry," she said after a moment. "I didn't mean- it's not your fault."
"I get your frustrations, okay," he downed the glass of wine, "hell I just had one of the matches of my life! And two weeks later I'm here,"
"With me."
"Yeah, with you. I suppose there are…worse options."
She smiled at him and stretched her legs out on top of his lap. He felt his face flushing and looked down at his hands.
"I'll talk to Hunter again, maybe we can do it like more of a partnership. I'll come out and help you during your matches and…you do the same for me. That doesn't sound too bad, does it?
"No, it doesn' sound that bad."
"We'll make it work, you and me. We'll figure it out. You trust me?"
"Yeah, yeah I trust ya."
"Pass the wine,"
She handed him the bottle and he poured them both another glass. They clinked their glasses and sat watching Grease without speaking, The credits started playing and in the corner of the screen the channel announce 'Grease 2 up next'.
"Oh lord," he looked over at her, "please don't make me."
"This shit is happenin' babe."
"Then we need more wine." He slipped out from under her legs and opened the mini bar. "Well you're out of wine but, we've got Fireball." He held up the bottle and wiggled it.
"At this point, bring it."
He laughed and poured them each a shot, handing one to her as he sat back down on the couch, letting her put her legs over them again. She knocked her head back and he followed her lead, crinkling his nose as it burned his throat.
"Oh god, ugh. I remember why I never do this stuff."
She laughed, Becky always knew how to hold her liquor. Patting Sami on the shoulder she got up and walked over to the mini bar. His eyes followed the short hem of her robe, sighing lightly.
"There's some Coke in here, I can make Rum and Cokes?"
"You wanna keep going?" he tipped his head back, defeated.
" 'ey it's a party, yeah?"
"Yeah, alright," he laughed, watching her as she made their drinks. Under his breath, he murmured, "anything for you."
"Went a little heavy on the rum, heads up."
"What is this movie even about?" he asked as she returned with yet two glasses.
'Uh…I don' think it has a plot actually."
Sami rolled his eyes and sipped on his drink, she was right, it was strong. He placed it down and realized she was already halfway through it.
"Jesus Bex, how am I supposed to keep up with you?"
She shrugged, "get good."
She giggled and he smiled, watching as her thick waves cascaded down her chest. Had she noticed that the lace of her bra was peeking through the opening of her robe? Should he tell her? His brain was fuzzy from trying to match her drink for drink, he couldn't think straight. He tried not to let his eyes linger on the curve of her cleavage, was that a push-up bra? Usually she wasn't quite so...
Sami snapped himself out of it. He did not need to make an ass out of himself over a couple inches of exposed skin. Definitely not tonight, not after telling her he was on her side. She leaned against him lazily, her soft skin rubbing against his beard and he smiled down at her, taking another long swig of his drink as the world got fuzzier and fuzzier. That was alright, she was all he needed.
XXX
There was a buzzing noise, get a louder and louder. Sami groaned, opening his eyes just a sliver, his vision blurry.
"Uggggh," Becky's voice came and he felt movement underneath him.
His eyes blinked open, trying to get his bearings. He was lying on his stomach on the hotel bed, still in his tshirt and basketball shorts from the night before. Her hair was over part of his face, which seemed to be balanced on her shoulder, his arm around her waist where she was laying on her back. Their legs were next to each other, bare skin to bare skin, but that seemed to be the only one. She was fully dressed, well at least, as much as she was wearing last night. Her skin felt so good against his.
She turned the alarm on her phone off and tossed it back to the table. Chuckling, she looked over at him.
"Morin'."
"Hey! Oh, sorry, hey," he shot up, releasing her from his grasp and blinking rapidly. His head was pounding.
"Sorry," he said again, breathily.
She shrugged, "shit happens. Think ya passed out first, I saw the end of the movie."
"You could've move me,"
"We musta shifted in the night," she laughed as his face flushed. "Calm down, it was innocent."
She slipped out of the couch and splashed her face with water. Groggily, he put his shoes back on took out his wallet.
"Take some cash for the mini bar?" he asked, "please?"
She rolled her eyes but took the bills from his hand.
"Thank you, by the way," she said softly, "for comin' by."
"Anytime. I'm here."
"Ya got sex hair," she said with a smirk.
"I what?"
"Here," she smoothed down the top of his hair, sending a chill down his spine. "Ya hair gets pushed up like that in your sleep. Or sex. I assume."
He rolled his eyes, she was such a flirt sometimes.
"I'll see you later,"
"See ya."
He let her door close behind him and looked around, not hoping to start rumors. Swiping into his own room, he was hoping Kevin would still be asleep. He wasn't.
"And heeey it's Uncle Sami!" he was Facetiming on his phone with his son, stretched out on the unmade bed. "Owen do you know what staying out all night is?"
"Uh a bad thing?" came the little voice from the speaker
"That's right,"
"Kevin," Sami groaned.
"Shh I'm making an example out of you. Look Owen," he turned jumped over to Sami on his untouched bed. "This is what a hangover looks like. And it sucks, doesn't it Sami?"
"It sucks," he sighed, "don't drink Owen."
"Hey buddy I gotta go, does mom wanna say goodbye?" Kevin asked.
"She says it's okay."
Kevin laughed, "love you too babe. Talk to you tomorrow, I love you." He put down his phone and stood up from the bed, searching through his suitcase. "Seriously though, what happened you? I sent a search party."
"You did not,"
"Okay but I sent a text."
"Oh…so you did. Fell asleep on Bex's couch, waaay too many."
"Yeah? Is she upset about the program?
"Yeah but I think I talked her down a bit," he pulled the shirt over his head and couldn't help but notice it smelled like her at the collar. "I'm not happy about it either but we'll make the best out of it."
Kevin scoffed, "you're so full of shit."
"I mean it!"
"Let me get this straight. You're telling me you don't want to have her as your on-screen girlfriend?"
"That's what I said."
"So you don't want to walk around with your arm around her waist and get victory kisses in the middle of the ring? Or backstage when the camera catches you two making out and getting just a little bit too handsy?"
"Stop," he rolled his eyes though he could feel how hot his face was thinking about it.
"Don't bother lying, man. You talk about her in your sleep."
"You think I want it this way? The girl of my dreams right there and maybe I get to kiss her sure, but it's fake. When the cameras are off, she's not gonna keep kissing me man, she's gonna walk away. And be pissed that she had to do it in the first place."
He slumped down on the bed, his head still pounding.
"You're right. That sucks."
"Yeah. Just a little."
"There's a solution here, you know."
Sami groaned, "is it tell her how you feel?"
"Yup."
"No. No way, I don't wanna seem like a scumbag who sneaks in because she's vulnerable and hasn't had sex since the breakup."
"Dude it's been like three months."
"Four, actually."
"How long are you gonna wait?"
"I don't. I don't know. Okay?"
"Seems like a good time."
"Kev!"
"What're you so afraid of? Her saying no? There's a lot worse things out there than hearing a no."
"Drop it okay?"
"Okay. Fine."
Later, Sami and Kevin rolled their suitcases through the lobby when he Becky's bright orange hair caught his eye.
" 'ello boys," she grinned.
"How are you so cheery right now?" Sami groaned, his head still pounding despite two aspirins and his sunglasses.
"I'm a trooper," she winked, "and coffee."
"How was that mini bar bill?"
"Brutal," she laughed as they walked out to the bright sun of the day.
"We'll BYO next time."
"Tonight?"
"Are you trying to kill me?"
She laughed, "I'll see ya guys at the arena,"
"Bye Becky," Kevin smiled at him as Sami watched her get into her rental car. He looked back and Kevin and got into the car grumpily.
"Don't."
"I didn't say anything!"