So my initial writing plan for this was well and truly screwed up because I just couldn't get this out of my head. So it's a double-whammy of Seth and Siobhan today. Apologies that one section is significantly longer than the other - I got a little carried away...

Massive thanks for to the wonderful LetItReign who is an absolute legend at putting up with my endless emails about this.

As always, thank you to everyone who reads, favourites, follows and most importantly, reviews - love you all.

WARNINGS: The usual

DISCLAIMER: The usual

Enjoy x


SIOBHAN'S POV

I pad through the apartment to the kitchen, idly rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Rounding the corner, I chew my lip, hesitating as I ponder which cupboard to start with first. I try the nearest and am happy to find shelves stacked with crockery. I select a mug and bowl and then turn to find the coffee and cereal.

So perhaps I should have paid more attention to when Seth was showing me around late last night. But I was tired from the flight, too concerned with the way his hand was creeping down my back and under my shirt to toy with the waistband of my pants. And then he kissed me and everything else was forgotten. When did I become such a slave to lust?

I choose a second cabinet and come face to face with a hoard of protein bars, shakes and vitamins; the brands all familiar from the stash that seems to take up half of Seth's luggage whenever he's at my place. A fair supplement to the amount of take-out we seem to consume during those periods. Mainly because we don't go out. We hibernate in my apartment, curled on the couch, wrapped in the bedsheets, pinned against the shower wall.

It's been three months since the Reigns wedding. And we're just about the break into double-figures on the amount of days spent together. By the end of this trip, we'll be well on our way to twenty and beyond. But if you want to include texts and phone-calls in that, we might as well be that couple who live in each others pockets.

Not that we do. Those moments in between are like a bonus, a carefully arranged bonus, but a bonus nonetheless. Turns out there's a lot of hours spent in airports or in cars stuck in traffic. There's a lot of minutes to fill with texts and calls. And that's a hell of a lot of time to discover a lot about one person, to find out their likes and dislikes, to swap thoughts on that show or film, that album or book. A lot of time to talk about random crap and even more time to share more intimate facts. I'm not saying that we don't do the same when we're together in the same room, but there's always less clothes involved and a little bit more physical exertion.

I finally track down the right cupboard, extracting coffee granules and an instant pack of oatmeal. I brew and heat respectively and then settle at the small table, only then noticing the piece of paper, his handwriting scrawled across it.

Morning sweetheart.

Again, so sorry I couldn't be here this morning, but how about you meet me at the academy around 11 and I'll take you for brunch? Instructions below – car keys in the bowl in the lounge.

See you later xx

My stomach flutters, a mixture of nerves and... Something else. Something I can't quite put my finger on. I remember feeling surprised when he told me on the ride back from the airport that he'd have to go and check up on something first thing. He was just so casual about it, like it was no big deal that he was going to leave me in his apartment for a couple of hours. An apartment which, at that point anyway, I had never stepped foot in. He'd left me a key, just in case I wanted to go out whilst he was gone. And now this. I finger the edge of the note, reading and re-reading the driving instructions as I eat.

Overwhelmed, that's the word. But as soon as I realise, it begins to course through me, over-taking the nerves and making it hard to swallow a mouthful of oatmeal. Overwhelmed at how much trust he's placed in me within the last 12 hours. Loaning me his car, despite the short journey described, is quite a leap of faith as far as I'm concerned. A public outing makes my mind swim. I've become accustomed to just being with him and him alone, the only other interaction with the delivery guy. He even comes directly to my apartment and he always leaves on his own to go back to the airport or drive to the next city.

This whole thing started away from prying eyes and has continued in that way until now. Vegas was just between us and so was the wedding. It all felt so safe, just keeping it between us. And I know that at some point, we'll have to venture from our comfort zone. I just didn't expect it to happen so soon. I'm already out of my depth, helplessly clinging to anything and everything that gives me a little bit of safety.

All the fear, all the anxiety that I felt building up the wedding, it's yet to completely subside. I still have my doubts about this. I still wonder if I'm kidding myself, if we're kidding ourselves. I already feel empty when he leaves me to go back on the road. It's gut-wrenching and I know that it'll only get worse as time goes on, as I get more attached, as the foundations start to bed in. What started out as just sex in Vegas has moved on to something more. I miss him just being there, filling my apartment with his stuff and his personality. I miss talking to him, laughing with him, bickering over the damn remote, singing along to the radio as we fumble around my kitchen making breakfast. I miss him in my bed too. I miss waking up next to him, having his arm curled around my waist, his hand on my stomach.

I scrape my bowl clean with the spoon and swallow the last mouthful. I'm way over my head here, thinking like this. I need to pull back, but at the same time, I can't bring myself to. I want to see reason, but my heart refuses. I want to take a breath, but I just keep getting sucked back in. And there's a part of me that wants to flee, that wants to scramble away from all of this.

But there's an even bigger part that makes me want to slip further into the unknown.


I pull into the parking lot a few minutes before eleven. Switching off the ignition, I drum my fingers on the steering wheel, debating whether to sit and wait or to go inside. Plucking my phone from my purse, I'm greeted by no new messages. I sit for another minute, watching the digits on the clock slowly flicker closer and closer.

Undoing my seatbelt, I adjust the rearview mirror and check my face. I swat a thin strand of hair away and then shift the mirror back into place. I grab my purse and car keys and then, before opening the door, slide the seat back into what I hope is it's previous position. Hopefully leaving enough room to accommodate Seth's height when he inevitably takes back the keys.

The heels of my boots scuff against the gravel as I make my way towards the large warehouse, spying out the door that's been left on the latch. Shifting my purse onto my shoulder, I make my way inside. A long corridor greets me, but there's another door at the end that's ajar. The corridor itself is sparse, a handful of photos adorning the walls and I pause to take in one of Seth which is presumably early on his career. His hair is completely dark, his body toned but nowhere near as sculpted as it is today.

Reaching the second door, I peer around it and then pause, nerves taking over me once again. A small group is gathered around a wrestling ring at the back of the room. From where I stand, I can see that most of them are young, maybe in their early twenties, a smattering of older faces mixed in. Two are in the ring, nodding as instructions are dispensed from Seth himself. His voice carries over the large, echoing room as does the resounding thud of bodies hitting the mat. I take another step forward, but stay close to the door not wanting to interrupt.

My eyes flicker between the ring and Seth, his back to me. His bare back, to be exact. I crook my head to one side, taking in the thick shoulder muscles, the toned back, the tattooed symbols adorning the top of his spine. His shorts are slung low on his hips, loose on his legs, but as he leans forward, they edge upwards at the back and I can see a second, skin-tight pair gripping his thighs. Knee pads have slipped from their usual position and sit around his ankles as he nods in approval at the two guys in the ring.

He raises a hand and scrubs it over his face and then back over his head, his fingers digging into his messy hair tied at a knot, the remaining few strands of blonde poking out from the band. I smirk to myself as I remember twisting those particular strands around my finger last night after he collapsed on top of me, struggling to regain his senses for a brief moment. My legs ached so bad, stretched out wide to accommodate him, my heels still digging into his ass, holding him to me and refusing to let him budge, clinging to his solid, comforting weight. I involuntarily bite my lip at the memory.

I'm too engrossed in my own thoughts to realise that I've been spotted. I blink and watch as the guy's face turns back to Seth and murmurs something. Seth casts a brief look over his shoulder, almost doing a double-take when he sees me. His face cracks into a wide grin as he gestures me over.

My heels rap loudly on the floor as I cross the room and I sense what feels like a hundred eyes on me. But when I look up, it's only Seth that's watching me, his grin still wide. He steps away from the ring and makes the final few steps himself to greet me. The smell of sweat invades my senses, only to bring back even more sordid memories. His lips briefly brush across mine.

"Take it you found your way okay?"

"Sure. And the car is still in one piece you'll be glad to know."

He chuckles, his hand cupping the back of my neck as he presses his lips against my forehead. "I gotta finish up here, have a quick shower and then we can go, yeah?"

"I can wait in the car," I say, starting to back away. But he stops me with a shake of his head.

"S'alright, you can hang here for a bit. Marek'll look after you, won't you, bro?"

Marek, who I now realise was the one who spotted me, turns and gives me a smile and nod. "Sure. Nice to finally meet you, Siobhan."

I return the smile before turning back to Seth. "I don't want to get in the way."

He rolls his eyes, another chuckle escaping the back of his throat. "You worry too much."

There's another echoing thud from the ring and then Marek starts to round up the session. Seth turns back to offer his own thoughts before dismissing his students. The group slowly disperses, moving to the floor to cool down. Seth's hand grazes mine.

"I'll be ten minutes," he promises, reaching down to grab his shirt and water bottle from the floor. I shift my purse from my shoulder, hooking it on my elbow. Turning to look at the ring, I nod in response.

And then almost let out a squeal because as he passes me, Seth's hand brushes over my ass, his fingers squeezing ever so slightly.

"Good enough to eat, sweetheart," he whispers huskily in my ear, making the hairs on the back of neck rise to attention. My head whips around to meet his gaze, my eyes wide, my mouth slightly open. He grins, winking as he backs away.

I can feel my face flushing red, my heart beating hard and a familiar throbbing between my legs. I shift on the spot, desperately trying not to be too obvious as I clench my thighs together. I fumble in my purse, grasping my phone, pretending to do something, anything than just stand there and day-dream about all the other times that damn voice has brought me so fucking close. I rub the back of my neck, the skin still warm from his breath, my ass still tingling from his touch.

The minutes tick by as I refresh my emails, Instagram, Twitter. I turn and lean against the ring, the edge digging into my back as I watch the others slowly start to pack up their stuff and head in the same direction that Seth did moments before. Only Marek hangs back.

"He won't be long," he reassures me and I nod with a smile. Definitely not my own experience of Seth's showers. I curse myself at the thought, but not before I'm reminded of him pressing me up against my own shower wall, his hands gripping mine above my head, his teeth on my neck, his other hand between my legs.

"How long are you here for?" Marek asks as he starts to unwind the tapes from his wrists.

"I fly home Wednesday morning."

"You going to the show recordings then?"

"Yeah. I've... I've never really watched it before, so I'm interested to see what it's like," I confess.

"It's crazy, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it," he pauses. "So things must be going well between you two. He's... He's very particular about who he invites backstage at shows."

I feel my face flush once again as I catch his eye. "It's only been a couple of months. But yeah, I guess..."

He chuckles softly. "He's been walking around with a massive grin on his face ever since the Reigns wedding. I'd say that means it's going well."

I smile at the thought, thinking that perhaps others must think the same about me. I swan into the office every Monday morning on cloud nine, refusing to let even the snappiest of emails knock me off my high.

"You ready?" Seth's voice makes me turn away from Marek. Long gone are the shorts, replaced with jeans that make my mouth water. And even though his top half is covered, the shirt leaves little to the imagination, the sleeves especially snug, accentuating his solid, muscular arms. As he nears, he lifts one arm and slides it around my shoulders, pulling me against him. "I'll try and make the session tomorrow," he tells Marek, who just shakes his head.

"No, you won't," he grins, offering me a wink as well. I may as well go up in flames.

I cast an upwards glance at Seth, comforted to see a faint flush of colour creeping up his neck in response. Marek chuckles a goodbye, shaking his head as Seth pulls me towards the door. His arm remains wrapped around my shoulder as he hoists his workout bag onto his other shoulder.

As we head outside, I fumble in my purse for the car keys, pressing them into Seth's hand. But before I can make way around to the passenger door, he's twisted me in his arms, his mouth on mine. His hand cups my face, fingers sliding through my hair as he backs me against the car door. I grip his shoulders, my hand creeping to the back of his neck, groaning in frustration when all I can feel is the brim of his backwards baseball cap. He pulls back with a cocky grin on his face.

"Hey," he breathes. "You have no idea how much I wanted to do that when I saw you."

I cast a sceptical look down at my clothes, my jeans, my loose shirt and leather jacket, and then back up at him. "Really?"

He groans audibly in reply. "Hell yes. Also took all the strength in the world to leave you in my bed this morning."

"You should've woken me," I say with a coy smile.

"Then I'd never have left," he laughs. "You hungry?"

"Starved."

He pecks my lips one last time, before stepping back and letting me circle the car to the passenger side. Despite me shifting the seat back for him, he still takes his time to adjust it properly, hushing my apology. As we drive away, I watch out of the corner of my eye as he shifts in his seat, one hand leaving the wheel and reaching over to squeeze my thigh. I twist in my seat, angling my legs towards the centre console and placing my hand over his. I slide my fingers over his, spreading them slightly so I fit mine between them.

He catches my eye as I glance up and smiles. The car suddenly feels like a sanctuary, wrapped around us, protecting us from the outside world, a barrier against all my earlier anxieties. Seth's hand shifts around mine, gently squeezing it as he raises it to his lips and brushes them over my skin. Something flickers inside me and I exhale slowly as he lowers my hand, still wrapped in his and settles it on top of his leg.


Seth's leg presses against mine as we sit in a small booth at the back of the restaurant. It's not exactly busy, but I feel like Seth picked it deliberately for whatever reason. Not that I minded. The thought of being tucked away out of sight was far more appealing than being in the window or centre of the room. His hand nudges mine and I raise my head from looking at the menu.

"Roman text me earlier, said Lex will be coming to the tapings on Monday and Tuesday."

"I know, she text me too. Said she wanted to catch up, perfect timing really," I reply and then frown. "You wouldn't have something to do with it would you?"

Seth grins sheepishly. "I felt bad... As much as I love the fact that you're gonna be there, I didn't want to have to leave you on your own for a couple of hours. I hear it can be kind of boring."

I laugh, my fingers running down the side of his hand. "Boring? You under-estimate me. I'm sure I will be quite entertained watching you in those pants I hear you wear..."

"I thought you said you'd never really watched."

"There's this thing called Google..." I grin. "And I may have had a little look at YouTube once in a while."

"Yeah? Like what you saw?"

I look up and roll my eyes at his cocky smirk. "Mighty full of yourself today, aren't you?"

"Excuse me if I happen to like the fact that my girlfriend has started to take a vested interest in my career."

I feel like the air has been knocked out of my lungs. Girlfriend? I chew my lip, wondering how to play this without giving the game away that I'm surprised that he's put a label on us. "I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

He blinks at me for a second and then chuckles. "Yeah, this red-head chick I met a while back."

"Really? Tell me more."

He scrapes a hand over his face, shifting in his seat and then leans across the table, his hand running up my arm. "Well, she's got this super hot body that I just can't stop touching," he begins, his voice low. "And these dark brown eyes that can look so damn innocent especially when she's teasing me. Oh and this fiery personality with a wicked sense of humour."

"She sounds just right for you," I pause, feeling his fingers ghost over my wrist. "I'd say she was pretty damn lucky to have a boyfriend like you."

He holds my gaze, his eyebrows twitching before he exhales slowly, his relief almost palpable. Shaking his head with a smile he goes back to reading the menu, but his fingers stay on my skin, tracing patterns over my wrist and palm.

After we order, he tells me about the plan for Monday and Tuesday, the drive, the arena. A further drive afterwards to the next town, a couple of hours sleep and then it all starts again. I offer to take on the driving after the show, but he shakes his head, telling me that he'll need the drive to get rid of the rush he gets from performing otherwise he won't sleep when we get to the hotel. And then he shakes his head, tells me he doesn't know why he's thinking that far ahead considering we've still got the rest of today, tomorrow and even Sunday before then.

"So what would you normally do?" I ask, raising my glass of juice to my mouth.

"Sleep, train, eat, watch TV."

"Don't feel like you have to change up your plans just because I'm here."

"Don't you when I visit you?"

I giggle. "Not really. I am the Queen of lazy weekends. It's just nice to have some company whilst doing absolutely nothing."

"I don't recall ever doing 'nothing,'" he grins at me and I playfully slap his hand.

"That's because you are completely insatiable."

"Sweetheart, can you blame me?" He squeezes my hand and then scrapes back his chair. "I gotta piss, back in a second."

I wave him away, smiling to myself as he brushes his hand over my shoulder as he passes. I bite my lip as I look over my shoulder, watching him go. Fuck, those are some tight pants. My gaze slowly roves around the rest of the restaurant, most of the tables still empty despite it being almost lunch. A handful of couples are dotted around, a few larger groups mixed in.

A ripple of squeals focuses my attention on one group of girls on the other side of the room. There's about five, all crammed into a booth, phones and purses filling the table amongst their half-drunk glasses. One of them catches my eye and I'm startled when her face hardens. I look away quickly, back at my own table and drink. There's some muffled whispering and then sharp shriek of laughter. I turn back and see that all five are now staring directly at me. One of them murmurs something I can't hear and a sly smirks spread across all their faces. I roll my eyes as I turn my back to them again, but I can still feel their eyes on me. My body stiffens as I try to sit a little taller in my chair, to act as if I'm completely unfazed by their behaviour and obvious dislike at my presence. But inside, my heart is pounding, my hands are clammy and I feel sick to my stomach.

Lex had told me about a handful of times of being with Roman and having their lunch interrupted by a fan, usually a kid with their parent. Or trying to get around a grocery store without loud whispers following them or having a quiet drink in the hotel bar without a group of girls pestering Roman for an autograph. But she never told me about anything like this. But she must have known. She must have been in my position at least once, listening to a group of girls whisper smugly, desperately trying to ignore it and keep cool and rise above the situation.

"Hey, you okay?" Seth slides back into his chair, frowning when he takes in my stiffness and tense expression.

"Fine."

He gives me a puzzled look. "Food's here."

The waitress places our meals in front of us, but my stomach clenches at the sight of the omelette which seemed like such a good decision 15 minutes ago.

"Siobhan." His voice is warm, but commanding. I look up from my plate. "Ignore them."

"I..."

He reaches under the table, his hand brushing over my knee, unseen from unwanted eyes. "We can't hide in our apartments forever, gotta come out sometime, right? I know it's not ideal, but they're harmless. They won't come over and if they do, I'll deal with it, okay?"

He searches my face, his eyes willing me to nod and agree. So I offer him a small smile and pick up my fork. He hesitates, his hand still on my knee, his fingers rubbing my jean-clad skin for a couple of seconds longer before he pulls back and tucks into his own meal.

He does his best to keep up the conversation, but I'm only half-listening. I'm drawn into the hushed voices behind us, the occasional giggles and hissing laughter. Even when the waitress clears our plates and I glance over my shoulder and see the empty booth, the memory of the noises and faces still seem to haunt me. Even when Seth wraps his arm around my shoulders and kisses my temple as we make our way back to the car, I can still see their hard eyes and judgemental stares. I hate myself for letting them get to me. I know that it was such a small thing, an almost irrelevant event in context of the bigger picture and I know that I shouldn't have let it spoil what was an otherwise enjoyable date.

A date which seemed to have more significance than I previously expected. As Seth opens the car door for me, I realise how quickly I had brushed aside the fact that he called me his girlfriend. My stomach does a little somersault at the word, both in excitement and apprehension. I was so anxious to play this all cool, to not get in too deep, but I'm sinking so fucking fast now and I can't help myself. There's a new layer to this now and I can't just slip away and forget this ever happened. There's a label for what we are now and somehow that means dealing with everything that comes with a relationship with a guy like Seth. A guy that spends his entire life in the public eye, who can't go through an airport or grocery store without someone recognising who is. And I'm going to be that girl next to him that everyone asks who she is or what she's doing with him and why is it me and not them.


I'm still willing the same thoughts to the back of my mind when get back to the apartment. I follow Seth inside and let him take my jacket, practically working on auto-pilot as I sink onto the couch. He disappears for a moment to dump his workout gear in the laundry basket and I can hear him humming absentmindedly.

And then he's collapsing on the couch next to me, baseball cap gone, sneakers and socks gone too. He stretches his legs out in front of him, resting them on the large footstool that doubles as a storage box. I see him glance at me out of the corner of my eye and then he sits upright again, leaning down to tug at my legs, pulling off my boots and moving my feet into his lap as he settles back into the cushions again.

He opens his mouth and then decides against whatever he was about to say. But I can practically read his mind and I know that he knows I'm still thinking about what happened in the restaurant. My heart sinks slightly as I realise that perhaps I'm being a selfish. I'm not the one who has to suffer with this 24/7. When I leave here and go back home, I remain an unknown. But he has to carry on. I'm only going to get the attention when I'm seen with him, but he can't escape that. And sure, he knew this would happen when he signed on, but reality is never quite how you expect it.

So I try a little harder to push the group of girls far back into the my deep corners of my mind. Helped by the fact that Seth's hand is slowly working my right foot, his thumbs digging firmly into my sole and sending shivers up my spine as he does.

I let out a little sigh and he smiles to himself, obviously pleased with his method of distraction. His hand slides up around my ankle, pulling me a little bit further down the couch so that my legs are now draped over his thighs. One hand continues to rub my foot as the other slowly makes lazy strokes up to my knee and back down. My shirt has risen up, a hint of my stomach flashing into view and out of pure habit, I reach down to tug it back into place. But as my fingers graze the hem, his hand moves up immediately to stop me. He pushes it back up, higher than before as he twists his body so as to lean down, his lips brushing over the bare skin. I hum appreciatively, my hand coming up to his head, fingering the bound knot of hair as he presses another kiss to my stomach.

I can feel his hands coming to rest on my hips, raising me slightly as he nudges the waistband of my pants his chin. He stops for a second, glancing up at me, lust swimming in his eyes as his fingers trace the button and zip of my jeans. I tug at his hair, urging him on as he undoes my jeans and slowly peels them away from my skin. The throbbing from earlier is back, more persistent than ever as he pulls back to remove my jeans completely and toss them to the floor. He moves to lie on top of me, but I push him back with a shake of my head, nudging him back into his original position and rising myself to straddle his thighs.

A wicked smirk crosses his face as he cups my ass, raising me so that my breasts, still covered by my shirt and bra are level with his mouth. He holds my gaze as he nuzzles them with his cheek. I claw at his hair, pulling his head back and lowering my mouth to his. It's a hot and heavy kiss, wet too with his tongue roughly entering my mouth as he pulls me back down to him, his hips jerking against me. He grumbles as I release his lips and I chuckle, relenting for a second before pulling back again, this time tugging on his bottom lip as I do.

His hands sneak up my back, under my shirt but I counter him by pulling at his shirt instead, easing back so I can grip the hem. He raises his arms as I tug it free, the same arms wrapping around me a second later, one hand in my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my neck to his torturous mouth. I let myself get lost in the erotic sensations he creates with his lips, teeth and tongue. His hands cup my breast, groaning against my skin as he realises that my bra is just lace and he can tweak my nipples easily between thumb and finger. I hiss as he does, yanking his head back so I can kiss him again and again.

It's fast and needy. Like most times between us. There's still so much more to discover about each other; we've barely scratched the surface at likes and dislikes, a whole stream of further delights to uncover, a whole archive of thoughts on this and that, fantasies and dreams to be realised and acted upon.

His hands drop to my legs, groping my thighs as he rocks me back and forth on his jean-clad dick. I can feel him rubbing against me, thick and hard. Now it's my turn to drop my mouth to his neck, easing his head back to give me access and slowly dropping kisses further down across his collarbone and shoulders. My legs snake out behind me, slowly finding purchase on the floor as I shift further back, trailing my hands down over his chest and stomach. With my tongue, I trace the indents of his abs, grinning as he hisses my name.

I unbutton his jeans, biting my lip as I catch his eye and slip my hand inside. I palm his length through his boxers as I settle on the floor in front of him and then ease his jeans down his thighs. Throwing them aside, I push his legs a little wider, settling between them before placing soft, barely -there kisses along the thick outline of his dick. He lets out a strangled groan as I do and it urges me on, slipping my fingers inside the waistband and painstakingly slowly, pull them south. The head springs free and I pause, my eyes on his face as I lower my mouth around the tip and suck gently.

"Fuck, Siobhan..."

I keep my mouth on him as I release more of his length, only pulling back when I have to in order to slide his boxers down the rest of his legs. But his hand is cupping the back of my head, pulling me back with a wanton grunt.

"Please, Siobhan... Don't fucking tease me..."

I giggle and he whines above me, his fingers curling around thick strands of hair as I relent and cover him with my mouth. He pulses between my lips as I take more and more in with every stroke. My hand grips his base, moving in time with my mouth as my tongue swirls around the head and then flattens against the underside, feeling the throbbing vein.

It's usually me that's begging for more, but it makes a nice change to hear his voice to do the same to me. I let go of him with my mouth, fisting him hard and slow, watching his eyes flicker shut as a moan escapes his lips.

"Shit, sweetheart, why'd you stop?" Seth groans, his eyes snapping open and staring down at me. "Put that sexy mouth back on my dick."

I grip his thighs with both hands as I take him back into my mouth, moaning softly and feeling him jerk underneath me. I can hear him trying to take steady breaths, his hand clenching and unclenching in my hair as I take as much as I can into my mouth. The tip tickles the back of my throat and I squeeze his thighs hard as I try to relax and not gag. His other hand brushes the side of my face, pushing my hair back into his fist and I look up at him.

"You look so fucking hot like that..." he groans, his grip increasing ever so slightly.

It's all I need to hear, my ego boosted as I slide my mouth back and forth, trying to take him a little further each time. His fingers tighten their grip, but only guide me rather than push and pull at his own pace. It's probably the only time that he lets me take control. Not that I mind. Fuck, no. I've never been with someone who can manoeuvre me around the bedroom like it's nothing, like I'm practically weightless. It's so effortless the way he twists my body into all kinds of positions and I'm too wrapped up in lust and greed and want to care about how my legs or arms ache. All I can focus on is what's happening elsewhere, between my legs as he slams into me, his motion completely unrelenting.

But right now, I've got him under my command. His curses are raspy and breathless, his thighs tightening under my grip. I slow my movements, rocking back and letting his dick slip from my mouth with a soft pop, the head shiny with my saliva. I grip him with my hand instead, slick sounds filling the room as I lower my mouth to his balls instead, tugging them between my lips.

"FUCK!" His whole body flinches and I delight in running my tongue over the sensitive skin, feeling him shake at my touch. The throbbing between my own thighs is intensifying and I shuffle on the floor, trying to ease and antagonise the feeling all at the same time.

I raise my head, taking him back into my mouth, my fist at his base, hard and firm as I feel him slowly but surely start to crumble. Looking up, I take in his mouth, twisting into groans, sweat starting to form on his chest as his hand in my hair urges my mouth on.

"Shiv... I'm close," he warns, his voice low and husky. The same voice that can make me come undone in a matter of seconds. I squirm again, squeezing my thighs as I feel his dick throb in my mouth.

He lets out a strangled grunt as he cums and I take it all, swallowing his essence until he collapses back. I let him go, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and smirking proudly as I watch him catch his breath. Getting to my feet, I lean forward and trail my finger down the side of his face. His eyes flicker open and he gives me a lazy smile.

"Fuck, you're good at that..." he murmurs, his arms circling me and pulling me to him. But I squirm away and he frowns as I take another step back and start to make my way towards the bedroom.

"You want more, come and get it," I tease over my shoulder, watching his head rock back on the couch. "I'll start with or without you..."

I only make a handful of steps before I feel his arms wrap around me again and this time I don't pull away. He slams me against the bedroom door, the thud of the door itself hitting the wall, reverberating through me. It creaks wildly on its hinges as he nudges my legs apart and pulls my arms above my head.

His breath is hot and heavy on my neck as he runs his free hand down my back and over the curve of my ass. He squeezes hard, his fingers clawing at my panties, pushing them aside and dipping his fingers between my legs. I moan as two enter me at once, my legs spreading further to accommodate him.

"You're so wet," Seth groans into my ear, his tongue tickling my earlobe. "Jesus..."

His fingers pump into me a few more times, before slipping out and moving to rub my clit, making me howl. I rock my hips in time with his incessant touch, my hands balling into fists against the door as he nuzzles my neck.

"Kiss me."

I twist my head around, his mouth crushing against mine as he rolls my clit between his fingers before pushing them back inside me. His other hand is tugging my panties down, his fingers still inside me as he pushes them down my legs. I step out of them, squealing into his mouth as the movement makes his fingers jerk across my g-spot.

Then he's turning me, pulling me towards the bed, tugging my shirt over my head, un-snapping my bra, his hands instantly cupping my breasts, lowering his mouth to them as he falls back onto the mattress, taking me with him. Hands on my thighs, groping up to my hips as I reach between us and tug at his dick, rock hard already. He lifts me a little higher, pausing as his hand pushes mine away so he can guide himself inside me.

I gasp as he enters me, his length and girth still a surprise to my body. His arms circle my body, pulling me down to lie flush against him, his mouth seeking out mine and in the midst of frenzy, his kiss is slow and lazy. His hands grip my hips, rocking me back and forth. I anchor my hands to the bed, raising my upper body, but his mouth never leaves mine. His arms snake around my body, moving me up and down and I moan into the kiss.

He breaks away for a second and I lift one hand from the bed to push my hair back. His arms grip me harder, one hand on my shoulder, the other on my ass as he continues to effortlessly lift me.

"Seth..."

"Talk to me... You like this?"

"Yeah... Fuck..." I whine in response as his tongue runs down my throat and then he lifts me a little higher, his warm mouth covering my right breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple and making me cry out.

My orgasm is tantalisingly close and my mind is slowly losing focus as I hurtle towards it. And it's a sign of how many times we've done this now, that Seth's hand shifts from my ass to my thigh, his thumb brushing over my clit and making me hiss.

"Go on, sweetheart," he grunts out beneath me. "Take it, cum for me..."

My arms are threatening to give away as I feel my body beginning to shut down, all focus now on the sensation between my thighs as his thumb grinds down without any sign of stopping. And he keeps on going, my orgasm hitting me like a fucking freight train, surging through me and knocking the breath from my lungs.

I'm only half aware of him shifting me onto my back, of him spreading my legs wide and settling back between them. I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he grips my legs beneath my knees and thrusts into me with long, hard strokes. His head is bent, watching is own movements, sweat now dripping from his chest, his hair starting to frizz at the ends. My fingers ghost over his arms, up to his shoulders, pushing his hair back, cupping his face and pulling him down to me. My legs bend even more as he does as I ask, but his stride never breaks. He breathes my name into my mouth as I feel him thrust into me one last time.

He rolls off me with a groan, settling on his side and pulling me into his arms. His lips press against my shoulder as he hooks his leg around mine, physically wrapping himself around me. A comfortable silence envelopes us, littered with soft kisses to fingers, shoulders, necks, lips. His hand runs down my body, squeezing my ass again and making me giggle into his arm.

"You want some water?" he murmurs after a while.

"I'll get it," I tell him, easing myself from his arms and clambering off the bed. I reach down and grab my shirt from the floor, blushing as he whistles at the view. His chuckle follows me out the bedroom and into the lounge.

I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, uncapping it and taking a long swig. On my way back through, I pluck my phone from my bag, half a thought on checking my email.

But I don't even get close to my email. As I go to swipe the screen, I pause. A new notification from Instagram – a name I don't recognise, followed by own handle.

This is her

I swipe the notification without thinking and almost instantly regret it.

"Siobhan, where are you?" Seth's voice echoes out of the bedroom, but I don't answer, too wrapped up in looking at a photo of me and Seth in the restaurant, his hand on my knee under the table as clear as day from the angle of the photo. There's a look of concern on his face as he watches me, my head turned towards the camera, my eyes cast down.

Who's this dumb bitch? Glad it looks like he's about to break it off with her.

How fucking miserable does she look? Bitch has got our man and she ain't even happy about it

Looks like a frigid little madam, definitely not good enough for our man

Fucking whore

I can't stop, scrolling through the endless comments, my nerves shattering with every one. My handle starts to get included, my phone buzzing in my hand as more comments flood my notifications, this time directed at me personally.

"Shiv, what's the matter?"

I glance up and see Seth leaning against the doorframe, tugging at the strings of his shorts.

"Nothing." I exit the app, but my phone continues to buzz.

Seth's eyes flicker to it and I quickly drop it into my bag.

"Why is your phone going crazy?"

"I don't know."

He approaches me and I hold my breath as he picks up his own phone and unlocks it. He's silent for a moment and then: "Shit."

I collapse into his arms, the second they find their away around me.

"You can't let them get you, Shiv. They don't know you, hell, they don't even know me. They don't know anything about us, right? So don't let them think they do. People will always say and think crap, but you can't let it destroy you."

His hand tugs at my hair, pulling my head back so he can look at me. His finger slides under my chin.

"You think a day goes by without someone talking shit about me on Twitter or Instagram? Sometimes it's about my character, but sometimes it's personal and I ain't gonna lie, that can fucking hurt. And trust me, I'm hurting right now that they would say shit like about you. Honestly, Siobhan, it fucking kills me. But I can't stop it. I can't control it. I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I just can't."

He strokes my cheek, his eyes searching my face as he talks.

"I know you're still scared about what's happening between us," he whispers. "But please, don't let this put you off. Those girls at the restaurant, those girls on fucking Instagram? They're few and far between. They're a minority. Tomorrow, your phone is gonna be flooded with a whole load of comments saying how god damn beautiful you are and how cute we look together. Trust me."

He looks so desperate to reassure me, that I can't help but give him a small smile and I watch as relief floods his face.

"I know it won't make it all better," he murmurs as he pulls me close again, his lips in my hair. "But you gotta try and make light of the situation. Don't take it to heart, yeah?"

"I'll try," I mumble into his bare shoulder, his scent comforting as I take a deep breath.

He rubs my back soothingly. "Anyway... You better be glad you're dating me and not Ambrose. You should see what his fangirls say... Scares the crap out of me."

I giggle and he sighs against me.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Better."

He kisses my shoulder. "You gonna forget your phone and come back to bed with me?"

"Sure."

But it doesn't matter how many times he kisses me or drags his fingers over my most sensitive spots...

Ugly cow

Silly bitch

Fucking whore