Made To Last

Title and summary are from the band Issues. No copyright infringement intended because let's face it, I'm a talentless hack. This was spawned from too many Baron feels and not being sure on how to spin the ending of my story Blue. The other idea still may get written for shits and giggles, but it's really kind of up in the air. Blah blah blah, here we go...

Brennan Géroux was literally closing up shop. She had taken on a new part time position at a beauty salon not too far away from her job with WWE. She had taken the job on impulse, not considering she wouldn't be able to work backstage at NXT shows outside of the state of Florida. She figured NXT wasn't forever, despite having made some excellent new friends and met a man she thought she could've only conjured up in her dreams.

Punching in the three digit alarm code, Brennan exited the building, turning to lock the heavy glass door behind her. The salon was in a relatively safe, well lit area, but she still walked to her car with her keys between her fingers. Once inside she started her trusted, and actually clean Toyota Camry, causing the doors to lock automatically. Digging through her bag, she pulled out her iPod and cassette auxiliary cord, turning on the song she stopped at when she had made it to work.

Backing out of her parking spot, her mind drifted back to Baron. Wrestlemania 32, he'd won the Andre the Giant Battle Royal and with that win came his main roster debut. She was incredibly proud of and happy for him. He, of course, felt like it was about damn time. This set about some serious changes in the dynamic of their relationship. They would only be able to see each other maybe two days out of the week instead of every day if they so pleased. They would have to rely more heavily on technology as he'd be traveling the country.

At first, she thought the space would do them some good because even before his move to the main roster, he had been more jealous and borderline insecure than she had ever seen him. She had gotten banned from her favorite bar, then he tried to ban her from going to any place like that without him. He'd gotten chewed out for that one. They'd been arguing more than usual too. Citing neither of them having the time for the other. And with their shitty moods and attitudes, they'd seen very little of each other.

But she was driving to his place at his request because they "needed to figure their shit out", as he had put it. She was tired and her feet hurt and all she really wanted to do was to fall face first into the first moderately cushion-y soft thing she saw; the arms of his couch be damned.

She didn't know what to expect as she parked her car in front of his house. They hadn't really been on the best of terms, but they were still them, right? She loved that man more than she could put into words. She was trying to quell the bubbling anxiety that was filling her as she set about putting her electronic things away before she pulled the lever to pop the trunk. Grabbing her belongings, she walked to the back of the car grabbing her small leopard print rolling suitcase. She didn't have much at his place, especially not makeup, but she had enough to get by. The suitcase was in case things went south and she needed out of there as soon as possible.

'At least I didn't say it aloud. Unless the universe can read my mind, then I'm fucked.' She thought as she made her way to his door. She could hear his Great Dane, Xander, running to the door before she even turned the lock.

She got the door unlocked and pushed it open to be greeted by the massive gray dog. He was taller than her on his hind legs which was so much different from her mom's shih-tzu back home.

"Hey, Xander baby." She spoke as she patted him on the back, "Down. That's a good boy." She squatted down and scratched him behind his ears and gently stroked his head. When she stopped he darted away.

She stood, taking in a deep breath before pulling her suitcase and purse inside the house and locking the door. She took off her shoes leaving her feet in brightly colored ankle socks that seemed to clash with her outfit like the white sneakers she had been wearing; a black tank top body con dress and one of Baron's white dress shirts she had buttoned above her belly button and below her breasts.

She'd taken too long because Xander was back. She chuckled, "Alright, alright. I'm coming."

She followed the dog through the house and to the sliding glass door that lead out to a nice deck.

The sound of the door opening a bit made him turn his head in her direction. His brown eyes drank her in, from head to toe. Her braids were no longer blue, but two different shades of blonde split by a center part, one side a golden honey color, the other a golden platinum color. It suited her just as much as the blue did.

"You're a sight for sore eyes." He finally spoke as he turned his eyes back to the grill.

She stepped out of the house and walked towards him. He turned slightly, his left arm around her shoulders pulling her into him; her arms circling his waist, hands gripping the back of the t-shirt he was wearing. He dropped the tongs in his right hand, moving it to the back of her neck, holding her close. He kissed her on her temple and she felt herself swoon. They loosened each of their holds on each other, pulling back slightly. She stared up at him as his hand moved from her neck to her cheek. They leaned in and kissed. He readjusted his left arm dropping it to get a handful of her ass.

She pulled away having been kissed breathless, his hand still on her ass, "I missed you."

"I missed you too." He placed another sweet kiss on her lips before turning his attention back to the grill. "Is that my shirt?" He asked as he flipped the cooking meat over.

"Yep."

"Looks good on you."

"Yeah?" She asked, her voice unintentionally low.

"Yeah." Another kiss. "You hungry?"

"I'm not gonna pass up having a steak."

"That's my girl." He smiled as he patted her on the ass.

His girl. Damn, that felt good to actually hear.

Yes, no, maybe so?