Hide The Lies

Her lids shut slowly, flicking open at the various noises that coursed down the corridors. A yawn was threatening to escape her, as she once again glanced at her phone. The promise that she was going to be out of here by 11pm was broken long ago. Now approaching midnight all she wanted to do was head home, and curl up in bed. Only the prospect of one thing was keeping her at the arena.

"This could be considered littering." The voice booming down the corridor made her snap her head upwards.

"Hello to you too." Sarah managed to drag herself up from the floor, getting closer, though not close enough, to staring into her brothers intense jade eyes. They mirrored her own. Always bright, a pool of determination glimmering behind them. It was what had brought them both to the United States of America, chasing the American Dream. Stu had captured his, and he was running full steam ahead. But Sarah's dream was dwindling, her passion for what brought her over fading as quick as her savings were.

"Twenty more minutes at the most then we can leave."

"Excellent." She smirked, tucking a strand of long black hair behind her ear. Having spent the evening at FCW, mulling around backstage and mingling with directors and producers, she was spent.

Being the sister of a professional wrestler definitely had it perks, going to shows, sitting front row, and being immersed in all of the behind the scenes action. Now she was living in Tampa, she got to do a lot more of that. There were other perks though; one in particular that Stu could never find out about.

Just as Stu walked down the corridor, Sarah's phone vibrated in her hand. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and her heart quickened. She knew who the message was from without reading it. Once Stu was out of sight she left the opposite way, following the instructions that were written in the message.

FCW had held a special event, WWE superstars had participated in matches with the current FCW roster. It made for amazing viewing, the smaller crowd a different atmosphere to the thousands that attended WWE events. It put things into perspective, and her brother always told her, it made him remember just how far he had come.

Though her background in series production within the TV industry back home in England had been successful, a job opportunity had come up in Tampa which she had grabbed with both hands as quickly as possible. She wanted it and she wanted it bad. Things were always better than they seemed. Her job opportunity had filtered away, and now her visa was slowly ticking out of time. Efforts to find a new job had been floundered, but with her brothers support, she hoped that she wouldn't have to return back home. One man was making sure that she would stay put in sunny Florida.

Her steps stopped in front of the plain white door. Quickly she scanned either side of her, checking to see if anyone was around. All clear. Turning the handle quietly she crept into the small quiet locker room, only occupied by the man she had been desperate to get alone all day. Without wanting to break the silence too soon, she watched him for a moment, utterly enticed by the movements of the thick muscle in his back. His pale, freckled skin was marked, years of putting his body through strenuous matches making their claim. The only piece of clothing on him was his gym shorts.

"I made it." Sarah spoke into the room, delighted as he turned around slowly, obviously already aware of her presence in the room. The door clicked shut behind her and she knew the air had become thicker. Tension looming between the pair. His red hair was still spiked up from his match, his skin coated in a shimmering sheen of sweat.

No words were said. It was mutual. The longing, desire and need that both of them felt. He smirked as he started walking towards her. Desperate to get to each other, but enjoying the teasing that built up. As he reached her, Stephen slammed her back into the door, his big hands sliding up her arms to grip onto her wrists, pinning them above her head against the door. "How long do yeh have?" He grumbled between ferocious kisses to her exposed neck.

"Twenty minutes." Sarah managed to croak out, her words ending on a delicious moan.

"That isn't long enough." Stephen sunk his teeth into her shoulder, letting his tongue flick over her sensitive, heated skin.

"Come see me tonight, Stu is dropping me at off at my apartment." Stephen kissed his way to her jaw line, small hot kisses that were making her knees weak.

"That sounds like a good plan." Stephen let her hands go and they immediately dropped to his thick shoulders. Gently she massaged her fingers into the thick muscle, arching her back and pushing her body into Stephens chest.

"A very good plan, I've missed you." Stephens lips caught hers, his tongue slipping between her lips which easily parted for him. Wrapping his strong arms around her slender body, he lifted her up, making her wrap her long legs around his waist.

Stephen couldn't stop the desire flowing through his body. He couldn't keep his hands to himself whenever she was around either. She called out to him. Her long wavy black hair was glossy like silk, running his hands through it and grabbing fistfuls made the dominance within him surge. Her starling green eyes had him hooked, clouded with lust, for him and him only. Her pouty lips conjured up thoughts that exploded into reality whenever they met up. Now was one of those times. A groan rumbled deep from his chest, as her lips tore from his, then moved to his neck.

A banging on the door behind them startled them both. Stephen frowned, gesturing for her to sit down on one of the benches. Pulling the door open he came face to face with Stu and his heart about leaped out of his mouth. "Stu, what are yeh doin'?"

"Have you seen Sarah-" Stu barged past Stephen, smiling as he saw his sister. "There you are, we're going."

"That was quick." Sarah tore her gaze from her phone, having pretended there was something much more interesting to look at on the screen than the half naked Irishman now walking around the room.

"Come on then." Stu frowned, gesturing for her to hurry up. "See you later, mate." Stu waved to Stephen, ushering his sister from the room.

Stephen didn't say anything, his eyes were trained on Sarah and the soft curves of her body as she sauntered out of the room and out of his view. There was no going back. Things had already gone too far, and he wasn't about to give her up for anyone, never mind that her brother was his best friend. No, things were fine at the moment and no one suspected a thing, and that was how it was going to stay.