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Dottie stood out behind the curtain listening to the upheaval of the crowd as Baron Corbin won the second part of the match because he "used" a chair on Finn in the first. His face was contorted, his mouth turned upside down in a grimace of pain. Sure wrestling was performed, but it was still a sport and accidents happened.

She felt a hand grab her. "Dot, no." Drew said. "Where are you going?"

She had inched closer to the curtain, almost out there on the stage. She hadn't even realized she moved that far forward when watching Fergal through the crack in the curtain.

"Sorry. I got worried."

"He has to play it off that he's really hurt. They'll be escorting him up the ramp. See."

Sure it looked like Fergal was holding his lower stomach in pain, there was a black and white striped shirt ref helping him up the ramp. At least she was hoping Fergal was acting.

He straightened the moment he got behind the curtain and he smiled at her. "Hi, Lovely." Fergal said with the biggest smile on his face.

She couldn't help it, she walked up to him and threw her arms around his shoulders, drawing him down into a hug.

"She almost stepped out there." Drew said. "She was that worried about you."

"I'm fine, Dottie. Just a little tired. Another thing I like about you, you don't care if I'm sweating." He murmured.

Sure his back was slick, his beard sparkled from the sweat that was in it and his face was damp. But he was okay, just as Drew said.

They were in Toronto, the first time that Dottie had ever been outside of the United States in her life. Now all she had to do was get over to Europe. Fergal's parents left after that Monday Night Raw, Tuesday they left back for Ireland.

She stepped back. "You are okay, though, right?" She asked as she looked up into his pretty light blue eyes.

"Yes, Lovely. Some minor kinks but I'll be fine." He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and his lower back with his other hand. "Since this is was the first match, I'm all yours for the rest of the show, until you come out to see Colby."

Colby was going up again Kevin Steen, or Kevin Owens. Kevin was a background character in her life on the road, he was a character of a person. He loved his wife and kids. He'd bring them up anytime she was in the vacinity if Fergal was with him. A lot of these people were family oriented, just like Mr. AJ was with his.

Fergal went to take a shower as Dottie went back to the costume department. She barely made eye contact with the man known as Dolph Ziggler, or Nick Nemeth behind the scenes. But he nodded. Apparently he had spied Dottie looking up Amtrak trains the day before she had tried to leave and let her sister know. She wasn't even aware that he'd been in the room when she did that. She was still leery of him for reasons. He'd been her first kiss and it was horrible because he wanted to have sex with her after taking her out to dinner. Mostly to spite Cait because he had a thing for her sister.

It only sent Dottie into Fergal's arms that night.

Sex, it was advised that she wait when she was ready. Dottie and Fergal had only been going out for a small amount of time, there were times when her body reacted to simple things that Fergal would do, like when they slept in the same bed he started kissing her awake by pressing his face into the back of her neck if they slept on their sides. Or if she woke up to his stupid alarm and went to reach for it, he would wrap an arm around her waist and kiss her side. Was there anything like that that could make Fergal react the same? Was there something that turned him on, as the saying went.

"You seem to be heavily thinking today." Renee said as she stopped by. "What are you thinking about? A certain dark haired Irishman?"

Dottie smiled. "I need to talk to him about the things he does that makes my body tingle."

"Oh?"

She listed off the things, the kisses in the morning, the brush of a hand on the back of her thigh when he sat with her draped over his lap while they watched a sports show together.

"It even happens when he kisses me." She knew her face felt as hot as the fiery red hair she kept in a simple ponytail.

"That's a natural body response. Happens with me and Jon all the time."

"Did you jump into his bed? That means you had sex."

"Yes, we did. It's also called a hook up. In the early portion of our relationship, I think it was a record for him to last more than one night with a woman. We'd been dancing around, mild flirting or something like that for a long time before we just jumped right in and had some hot sex. But that's us, not you. Unless it's something you want."

"My head and body say different things. I wonder if I do something like that to Fergal, turn him on."

"You'll have to have that discussion with him. But if you do go down that path, please use protection, be a responsible person. Jon and I don't want children right now but there was a moment we thought we would and we weren't prepared for it."

"You had a pregnancy scare?"

"Yeah, not too long ago actually." Now Renee was a little red in the face. "Turns out I had a stomach flu. Though my mom really wants grand children."

"My mom doesn't like that I'm dating a guy who, as she puts it, pities me."

"He really does care about you, Dottie. Don't let your mother or what anyone else say fuel your mind with bad thoughts like that. I heard the foreigners are bad and the awesome come back Colby did on your visit with your mother. Fergal is willing to work with you, but you have to be willing to work on it as well."

There was something in her words that sounded right. But there were still thoughts in her head that she wanted to test out.

Usually when it came to Monday Night Raw Fergal liked to rest up at the hotel before heading out to the next venue for his house shows. Dottie was getting used to traveling with him and her sister, at least when they specifically worked Raw. Sometimes they were sent to work on SmackDown Live when they were short staffed over there.

But that hadn't happened in a while.

Fergal was in the bathroom of the hotel room they were sharing. That night she wore a man's tank top and some of Fergal's shorts. She was watching the Animal Planet Channel, North Woods Law was on, Dottie kept the volume down.

The door opened and Fergal walked out in a pair of briefs, and that was it. Dottie glanced at him before turning her attention back to the television. Those briefs didn't hide much of himself, like his muscled legs he used to jump over the top rope on his opponents. He still wasn't that muscled like Colby or Joe Anoa'i, but his muscles were leaner than most. He still had the abs to prove he liked to work out.

"Dottie, is something bothering you?" Fergal asked as he pushed back the covers.

"No." She stared at the moving pictures of the television. "I could never go hunting, with guns or arrows. I wouldn't have survived back with the first humans."

He chuckled. "Still wish to go see Alpha?"

Alpha was a movie about the first domesticated dog, around the time when humans were domesticating wild wolves. It seemed like an entertaining movie to go watch.

"Yeah, if we have time."

She watched the rest of the show sitting up, her legs crossed and her elbows on her knees. Fergal leaned back against the pillows, his arms crossed behind his head. As the credits for the show was rolling Dottie looked back at Fergal and saw that he was asleep.

Getting up, Dottie turned off the television, and the lights before slipping back into bed with Fergal. She pulled the covers up to about his chest and watched him sleep.

His rosey pink lips were slightly parted, his face was no longer hard, it had softened up. Dottie leaned over and kissed him, much like a reverse Sleeping Beauty. The moment her lips touched his, Fergal's left arm came and wrapped her up in and he kissed her back. Dotties hands cupped Fergal's face as she leaned over him, playing with his lips, his tongue and getting a groan from him. Groans meant that he liked something, because his fingers curled into her hair and pulled her tighter to him.

One of her hands drifted down from his face, her left hand. It stopped at his pectoral, the muscled flesh of his chest and her thumb brushed over his nipple. Fergal growled and bit her lip, sucking on it slightly before letting go. A second pass of her thumb had Fergal speaking.

"Stop," His hand grabbed her wrist and stopped her from doing what she was doing. "Don't do that, Lovely."

She pulled back. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you were doing something right. But it's not right at this moment."

"But you turn me on when you do things like kiss me or running her hand up my arm." She felt the pout on her lips. "I just wondered what turns you on."

"Your kisses, your touches and those damned little glances with smiles. My heart races for you when you rub my arm. The back rub earlier was torture for me, because all my groaning was from wanting to have you sit on my lap while I lose myself in bliss." He pushed some of her hair away. "When we get there, to that point in our relationship, I want to show you what a real man can do to make a woman feel good in bed. Right now, we should just get to sleep."

She slid down so that she was resting her head on his shoulder, the arm was still holding onto her shoulder and his thumb rubbing at her exposed skin. Dottie didn't dare touch Fergal in a sexual manner, like his chest or his tight abs. She barely moved as she relished in the feelings that were coursing through her body.

Every touch receptor was firing off, especially where his thumb was rubbing. Goosebumps spread out over her skin and her heart was racing. Her mouth tingled the worst, especially since Fergal nipped her lower lip at one time.

She realized she turned on Fergal, and he liked it as much as she did. Maybe there was a chance for her to feel normal when she had sex with him.