A/n: Wasn't sure I was going to write it, but here we are with a sequel to What You Want. Takes place a few months after Finn finds out about Becky's involvement with the Demon. This one is much heavier on the smut than the first one since I'm more cool with it now so, enjoy ya perverts. Or don't, and just skip over those scenes, that's cool too. As usual, I really love your comments so leave them in the boatloads (I'm kidding (I'm not kidding) I'm kidding!).

Right now it'll be this and Duplex City that are being updated regularly.

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Becky felt the air knock out of her as she fell to the mat.

"Oof."

"You good?" Finn whispered in her ear, almost seductively, as he pushed her shoulders down. "One-"

She kicked out, pushing him off of her, "oh fuck off."

He stood up and dusted himself off as she circled. They both knew neither would do anything to actually hurt the other in a sparring match like this, but he had no problem using his size advantage. She nodded to him and they locked up, but before long he had grabbed onto one of her wrists and twisted her around, her back towards him. It was the same move she'd helped him with before, while the whole Demon thing was happening. It was psychological warfare, and she knew it.

"Last time I gotcha in this…" he smirked as he tightened the tangle and she tried to fight out. His breath was hot on her ear.

"I remember," she tried to elbow out, but he'd gotten just the right angle locked in. "I also remember you coming to me that night-oof," she tried to stomp his instep, but he dodged.

"I did no such thing," he held her tighter, closer to his body. "But I wanted to."

She turned, meeting his twinkling eyes, their faces very close.

"Instigatin' counts as a forfeit," she reminded him.

"Not if you kiss me first," he smirked, "plus gettin' ya in this ring might be worth it."

"Bloom will kill you."

"True," he pushed her off suddenly and slammed down to the mat with her. They hadn't really been that flirtatious recently, falling into a pattern of hooking up for a while every now and then just to quickly spring back to where they were before. He was untrusting and she was frustrated, but they pretended like nothing was wrong. Being close like this always turned the heat back up between them.

She grabbed at his hair and yanked back to get him off.

"OW OW cheatin'!"

Becky rolled him up and he pushed back on her, pinning her down. She actually enjoyed the feeling, it had been a few weeks since he last kissed her and she wouldn't push him. But she didn't let herself get distracted as she fumbled with him. They knew each other so well that this match was bound to end up sloppy. His eyes were fallowing her as she moved, trying to anticipate the next thing she was about to do. He had taught her everything she knew, after all. In an attempt to keep him on his toes, she started running the ropes and forcing him to chase her. Springing off of them, she slammed into his body and trapped his arm between her legs.

"Fuck! No!"

She laughed as she wrenched his arm back. He bit his lip, trying to crawl back to the ropes, but she hunkered down with all her weight.

"Fuck! Bex!" he grumbled as he tapped the mat and she snickered, releasing the pressure on his arm. "I didn't teach you that one."

"Exactly," she shook out her limbs and pulled her braid out as he got to his feet. She held out her hand, and as he shook it, he pulled her into a big hug. "Oh!"

He sighed, "just need this,"

"Yeah, I bet," she nuzzled in the crook of his neck. He'd been having a rough go recently, unable to reclaim the Universal Championship and now he was all caught up with Samoa Joe going into WrestleMania.

He pulled away and sighed, "Sorry for the flirtin'. Can't stand bein' up against ya like that."

"So don't," she called after him as he ducked under the ropes.

"Beeeex,"

"I'm serious," she leaned up against the ropes.

"Me too."

"Well I get to eat on the couch,"

"Yes, I know,"

"And ya have to make me dinner," she teased, meeting him at the bench.

"What? How about I buy ya dinner tonight instead? You can eat it on the hotel couch."

"And I want a foot massage."

"Now you're gettin' greedy."

"I made you tap, Balor," she smirked.

"Oh I'll make ya tap if that's what you want."

"It is." She kept her eyes on him and watched as he sighed.

"Becky,"

"23 days."

"What?"

"In case you were wondering, the last time you kissed me, touched me, fell asleep next to me. 23 days ago."

"You made that up."

"I didn't. You got upset about getting hurt at the Rumble, told me you needed to focus. Couldn't have the distraction right now."

"You have Mickie to worry about," he turned back to packing up his bag, "you don't need it either."

"Yeah, right," she zipped up her sweatshirt, dropping the topic, and followed him back to the car.

He knocked on her door later that night, holding up a brown bag from their favorite grille restaurant.

"Got your favorite,"

"Yeah, c'mon,"

She set up their dinner on a table in front of the couch, not looking up at him. It was frustrating, he had to know that, right? His indecision was killing her. It was worse than being dumped. He was watching her as she ate, she felt his eyes on her as she kept hers straight ahead at the television screen.

"I've been thinkin'," he announced suddenly.

"What?" she took a bite of her pasta, not looking at him.

"Ya know my buddy, Noam Dar?"

"Yeah, sure."

"You two would hit it off."

"Hit it off?"

"Romantically."

She eyed him from the side, biting her lip. "Ya tryin' to set me up?"

He shrugged, "he mentioned your name once or twice,"

"He's too young for me."

"Oh, who cares."

"You do, remember?"

Finn bit his lip, caught. "He's not a teenager, he can make that decision for himself. He's a fun guy, ya'd have a good time together."

"Not interested."

"Okay. I just think…"

"What?"

"Ya should date. People. People who aren't me."

She glared at him, putting down her take out container and fork. "I don't want to."

"Okay," he shrugged, "just thought I'd offer."

"Thanks," she said quietly, "it was thoughtful."

"You want that foot massage now?"

"Not really."

"Beeeex, c'mon."

She sighed, kicking her legs up to his lap. He pulled off her socks and tickled the bottom of her foot. Gasping, she kicked it up and he narrowly dodged it, them both erupting in giggles.

"I hate you," she laughed, leaning back as he began kneading her muscles. "Mmm. That's good."

"Ya should know I give the best massages," he pressed his thumb into the arch of her foot and she let soft moan escape as she tilted her head backwards. "But I have a feeling you wanted this because you wanted to get my hands on you." He looked her square, knowing, wanting.

"What can I say, ya got good hands."

He laughed and looked down, "I swear Bex, the things ya do to me."

"When you let me."

"Don' tempt me," he said it firmly. Like he really, really didn't want to be tempted. He never did.

"Why not?" she challenged him, the spar had put her in a mood.

"Bex."

"Finn."

"Because you, more than anyone else I've ever met, have the ability to make me lose myself, my discipline and self-control."

"I bring out the Demon," she laughed.

"Don't say his name."

"Jeez Finn."

"Switch," he said quietly, pushing down one of her feet for the other. "You know how I feel."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"Tell me how you feel,"

"Becky," he grumbled, pushing into her foot, too rough and she pulled away in pain. "Sorry. Here. Nice an' easy"

"Ya want me," she challenged again.

"Ya know I do." He looked down at her foot in his lap. "So much so I'd give it all up, everything, anything, to be with you."

"Careful, that's almost romantic."

"An' I hate that I feel that way."

"Ah. Never mind."

"It's lust. It's weakness."

"I'd happily be your weakness."

"Yeah that makes ya very happy, doesn't it?" he shook his head. "That effect you 'ave on me. The control."

"An' yet, somehow I'm goin' to bed all alone e'rynight."

"Ya wouldn't have to if ya let me set 'cha up."

"Or If you were the one, warmin' me up at night."

He sighed, she had him. Finn's gaze ran up her body to her face, his eyes dark.

"I'm rig' here, Fergal," she said softly.

"One. One night, that's all we're doin'," he crawled on top of her and she pulled him down by his shirt.

"That's whatcha always say." She grinned against his lips and pushed into them. He pressed back, hot and sloppy.

His hands found the hem of her tank top and pulled it off in one fell swoop. She loved the greediness of his hands as they wandered over her body, always had. It was the ultimate letting go for Finn, letting himself have exactly what he wanted, and what he wanted was to hear her moan as he pushed her together and rubbed in small circles.

"Finn-" she gasped.

"Pants. Please."

She giggled, he was still so polite and well behaved. It was the one thing she actually really missed about the Demon, that sexiness, aggression, confidence. Still, she was more than happy to oblige, slipping her leggings down as he removed his shirt. His eyes were locked on her pink panties, biting his lip. She pulled at his sweat pants and he let her discard them to the side. His lips came down to her stomach, moving lower. Becky ran her fingers through his hair, gripping as she leaned her head back and close her eyes. The wetness of his tongue slipped under the lace waistband and she let out a moaning gasp.

"That fuckin' sound," he murmured, not looking up at her as he moved lower and lower, his fingers looped underneath.

"Finn-" she moaned as he pressed them right where she was most sensitive.

With her underwear around her ankles, he went to work. It wasn't just the Demon who was talented in bed. Finn was gentle, too gentle half the time, but he knew what he was doing. He slipped his tongue in and out of her and caused her to wither under his touch. Sucking lightly every now and then, she gasped and moaned. He even gave her a little bite a few times, though not nearly as hard as she could handle, or preferred. Finn wasn't concerned with leaving marks behind. She pulled him up to her face by her hair and whispered to him.

"I need it," she breathed.

"Need what?"

"You," she groaned, half begging. Not that she minded. "You inside of me."

"You got something?"

"Fiiiiin."

"Becky I told you. No more messin' around like that. It's just reckless."

"I know, I know,"

He sighed, reaching down to his sweats and pulling out his wallet. She watched him roll it onto himself, never quite getting used to the image of him naked.

"Why'd you bother askin'?"

"Tryin' to get you to take more responsibility."

"Oh fuck the lecture and screw me, will ya?"

"Yeah, alright," he pushed into her and pushed his lips against her, swallowing her moan.

His pace was easy, it always was. Finn didn't like getting too crazy, riding her until her eyes rolled back. Maybe he felt like he couldn't, like there was some invisible line. The Demon was more than happy to ram into her as much as she could take, and she could take a lot. She missed it, just a little bit. The sex was sparse to begin with, she might have a few more steamy nights out of this one but definitely not whenever she felt like it. And Finn was hesitant, less confident in his abilities or maybe less sure what she wanted.

Becky tried to help him ramp it up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he thrust in and out of her. She gripped his shoulders, unafraid to leave marks with her nails on his back, and arched her back, moaning. He was breathing hard, his brow furrowed the more he moved in and out. His muscles flexed as he tried to keep his head on straight. She had no qualms in letting it all out, moaning loudly in his ear as she watched him sweat it out. He always got her there fast, letting it wash over her, her body shaking against the couch below her. It was easy for her to give herself totally over to him, she never felt safer in her life than right here in his arms.

"Hey," she tilted his head towards her, "look at me."

"Bex," he groaned. It hadn't taken Becky long to catch on that Finn didn't necessarily enjoy the out-of-control feeling of an orgasm.

"Go ahead, it's okay."

He inhaled sharply, biting his lip.

"Just look me in my eyes," she pleaded.

Nodding, Finn gulped and looked at her as his mouth began to gape open and his pupils dilated. She felt him pulsing as he collapsed down, and ran her hands through his hair gingerly.

"Not bad, huh?" she mused against his ear.

He was struggling to catch his breath. "Did I hurt you?"

"'Course not."

"I jus'…have no sense o' control."

"That's part of the point, Finn."

"Yeah well, I don't like it."

"You've never, ever hurt me. You've never done anything I didn't want. Ever."

"Good." He sighed and pushed himself off of her, "but I don' have to like the feelin' of chaos."

"You don't like the feelin'?" she asked as she watched him find his pants.

"Nothin' personal, Bex."

"Never is with you."