AN: I hope all of you had a wonderful Christmas! Consider this your gift from me. I think this counts as fluff...? let me know. ahah
Disclaimer: I don't own Sasha Banks or Finn Bálor. But if I did...
Excuse the possible plethora of typos.
"Oh, fuckin' Christ." Finn sighed, rubbing his face as he watched the ending seconds of Sasha's rematch against Charlotte for the NXT Women's Championship.. Sasha was caught in the figure-four leg lock, and Charlotte refused to let up, leaving Sasha no choice but to tap. He watched as she clutched at her leg and rolled out the ring. She lost, again, and he knew from just knowing her for a week, that it wouldn't go over well with the self proclaimed Boss. He watched she struggled up the ramp, Becky Lynch helping her limp to the back.
For a moment, he wondered if going to find her would be appropriate. Ultimately, he decided that it wasn't his place to worry so much. They had both engaged in an odd, yet comforting moment, but that was it. There was no need to draw out a whatever they were and make it awkward. So he'd check in later, or wait until she initiated contact. Whatever were to happen, he strongly believed, would happen in its own time.
His phone buzzed after twenty minutes passed, as he finally got into his car to head home. He chuckled, it was her.
Been here for 5 minutes, bored, sore, mad, and in the mood for snacks…
He couldn't fight the smile on his face, they had just slid right into a zone of comfort; they had seen each other naked, they had passed small talk. He liked that she just decided to pick up her phone and text him. Surely, Becky could have stayed with her, but from what he could imagine, she had told her partner in crime to leave.
Just as he was going to type reply, another text came in, this time, from his long time friend - also the aforementioned woman - Becky.
Headed for a pint, are you coming or what?
"Hmmm." He rubbed his chin, it probably shouldn't have been that difficult of a decision, he was irish after all. He never turned down the opportunity to drink - he was one to feed into the stereotype. But Sasha practically invited him over to cuddle and eat food… and another shower. He loved Becky, but she wasn't going to bathe him. And they weren't going for just one pint, it always turned into multiple. A hangover didn't sound like a good idea when he had other things to do the next day. Obviously, he was just taking the time - with his legs dangling from the car and his feet planted on the concrete of the parking lot - convincing himself to turn Becky down.
Becky would just have to find someone else to drink with.
Finn: I have plans for the night.
Becky: Who's the poor unfortunate soul?
FInn: Was that another one of your Little Mermaid references?
Becky: Don't change the subject Bálor!
Finn: Goodnight Becca.
He tossed his phone into the passenger seat, situating himself in the car before starting the engine and taking off out the parking lot. He chose not to let Sasha know he was on his way because he didn't know if he wouldn't turn right around and head home. Plus, what if she hadn't meant to text him and she was beating herself up because of the flub? He set his hands through the gap of the steering wheel, drumming his thumbs at the base of the wheel; his nerves were kicking in, and all the little quirks were starting to creep to the surface. He nibbled on his bottom lip, telling himself that he was being ridiculous, Sasha didn't do things unintentionally.
Finn continued to drive, coming to a strip of stores, Walmart sticking out the most because it was the only store with a letter with blown out lights. He swerved, cutting off another car, but he didn't really care - consider him a reckless bad-ass. He had to pick up snacks, and if that meant cutting off a few people, then oh well. He assumed showing up to Sasha's place without the junk food he was clearly supposed to pick up, would be a very stupid thing. He chuckled at the thought, Sasha crossing her arms and pouting at him, then kicking him out, without his clothes…
As he pulled into a parking space, another text came in.
Sasha: You better not show up without my food. :)
Finn: I wouldn't ever dare.
Wait, food provides nutrients, not pure sugar….
Sasha: -_-
Finn: Ice Cream?
Sasha: It's frozen and comes in a carton thingy…
Finn: You don't say… What flavor?
Sasha: :D Anything Ben & Jerry's.
Finn tucked his phone into his back pocket, smiled at the elderly woman who greeted him at the door, returned her smile and continued on to the food section of the huge store. He grabbed doritos, gummy bears, and skittles, all things he probably shouldn't have even looked at, but he was there specifically to pick up the little body wreckers; snacks. "Icecream… Icecream…" He looked back and forth, looking for the freezers that contained the frozen treat. "Ah, pfft." He laughed; He was standing right in front of it. It was late at night, okay?
So many options, so he grabbed three. Peanut Butter Half Baked, Chocolate Fudge Brownie - which he would not be sharing - and Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. Satisfied, he headed to the self check out, smiling at a little boy who recognized him. It was late at night, so he found it strange that there were even children up at that hour, but maybe that was just him?
Emptying his arms, he saw a little teddy bear, nothing too big, just the size of his torso. Okay, so it was big, but it was just so fluffy, he had to get it for her; she lost her title match, again, she deserved something, anything that would make her smile. And gosh darnit, women liked that mushy shit. Finn smiled to himself, he was overdoing it, but something in him told him she wasn't one to actually mind it. He put his items in a bag, except for the big bear, and headed out the store. He got what he went for, and didn't get bombarded by people, he considered the trip a success.
Now, for the rest of the night.
Sasha sighed in relief, happy to know Finn was okay with coming over, and… hanging out. That's what she wanted, him to keep him company and take her mind off all the crap and just all around fuckery of the night. She loathed the Flair name. And just Charlotte in general, but Finn helped her just forget about all of that by just talking to her… Or was it his accent?
She still thought he was beyond weird though, he was too perfect. She'd be sure to ask him that later.
Throwing her hair up in to a bun, she picked out her clothes, a tank top and sweat pants. She took out her contacts and washed the make up from her face, before putting on her glasses
She exited her bathroom, examining her room, making sure it was clean. Everything needed to be perfect, just because he'd seen her body bare, didn't mean he should see her bare. No one ever got that. She hid everything. Like her love for Anime and Kpop, or on the more serious notes, that she was afraid of committing to anything that wasn't her career, or that she's… nevermind…But he'd seen her naked... Long story short, she didn't share. Which is probably one of the reasons she was scaring herself.
She unlocked the front door, figuring he'd could just waltz in through the front door. She headed back to her bathroom, stripping off her clothing and grabbing her robe. She turned on the shower, letting it heat up.
"Heeeellllo?" Finn singsonged. Sasha smiled, he was right on time, and his Irish accent was still the cutest, most attractive thing ever.
Her apartment was pretty small, so she could hear what he was doing. He was in the kitchen, putting things away.
Finn closed the freezer, "Sasha?" He stood with his hands on his hips, face made up in confusion but mischievous at the same time. "There's only so many places you could be." He spoke aloud, listening for her response as he walked down the hallway. "This could misconstrued as borderline creepy... Horror movie where the woman butchers the man alive and hides his remains in her basement." Finn joked, "You're no' a mass a murderer, are you?"
Sasha rolled her eyes as she kicked off her house slippers and stepped into the shower. "You're such a weirdo…" She yelled back, giggling at his antics.
"You're the one who initiated hide and seek," FInn pointed out, stepping into the bathroom. He practically jumped out of his clothes and was in the shower pretty quickly after that.
Sasha smirked, she could feel him staring at her, but she didn't mind. Which was another kind of scary thing. She turned on her heel, looking up at him, "Found me."
"Indeed I did." Finn smiled, watching as she handed him the loofah and body wash.
"Your turn."
They continued in silence, sharing knowing looks and heated glances, but neither passed the line of no return. Yes, there was still a line; a line neither of them dared to even flirt with the thought of crossing.
Sasha giggled and covered her face with her hands as Finn continued to pop skittles into his mouth, "I can't believe I just said that." Sasha turned red. She had just told him that he had a cute butt and she didn't mean to say it out loud. He laughed along with her, but she couldn't fight the urge to throw herself on the floor and lay there until the carpet swallowed her up. She looked at him, "Tell anyone I said that, and I will personally punish you."
Finn turned red and his eyes watered as he fought back another burst of laughter. Sasha recovered her face, she had just made it worse.
"Oh my god, stooooop!" She laughed, throwing herself back onto the pillows of her bed, hugging the bear he got her. She pushed her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose.
Finn was distracted by how cute the action was, he almost didn't realize he was speaking. "I didn' do anythin'!" FInn smiled, chuckling at how adorable she was being. Yes, Sasha Banks could be adorable. He put more skittles in his mouth, He'd ate so many damn skittles, he would be tasting the rainbow for a week.
Sasha peaked up at him from behind the teddy bear, "I hate you." She stuck her tongue out at him.
Finn smiled, "You wish." He said in passing, getting up from her bed and grabbing their empty icecream bowls.
"Where you think you goin'?" She called out from her spot in her bed, a playful and dreamy smile on her face.
"It's la'e!" He called back, "I'm goin' home, Kevin is probably passed ou' on my couch." His close friend had been having some personal troubles lately. And Becky had been drinking too, so he definitely needed to get home.
Sasha stood on her bed, jumping across her bed and down onto the floor, taking her stuffed bear with her. She watched as he put on his hoodie and his shoes. She pouted, but who was she to tell him he couldn't leave?
He looked at her, eyes squinted, "Wha'?" There was something wrong.
Sasha's demeanor changed, her face made up to show that she was unhappy, but she wouldn't tell him what she was really thinking. She didn't want him to leave. She shook her head, pushing those thoughts away, "Nothing." She said a little too sharply, but he didn't seemed phased.
She walked him to the door.
"...See you later?" Finn said, but he definitely asked. Sasha sighed.
"You better." Sasha smirked, hugging her teddy bear, "Thanks for chillin with me."
Finn kissed her cheek, shocking himself and her, but they both recovered well. He smiled, "Anytime. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."Sasha nodded out the door, "Now get the hell outta here." She smiled at him as he walked backwards, keeping eye contact with her until she rolled her eyes at him.
Sasha stood with her back to the door, her teddy bear hugged to her chest. She had no idea what she was doing, and she had a feeling that Finn didn't either.
She however, didn't have a problem with that.
