After their passionate bout in the shower they had gotten dressed and Ali had taken him out and showed him around Portland. Sheamus was pleasantly surprised to find that the city was filled with plenty of fun and interesting things to do, grand food and even grander drinks.
Now here it was, Saturday evening, and they were sitting in one of Portland's more upscale restaurants, sharing a meal.
The Irishman leaned back in his chair, glass to his lips. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, the blue depths taking in every inch of her.
When she had emerged from her bedroom that night wearing the body hugging, deep purple dress that showed off a good portion of her shapely legs and a tasteful yet tantalizing glimpse of her ample cleavage, he had wanted to throw her over his shoulder and take her back to bed.
Ali had seen the look and though she had clearly enjoyed his response she had told him firmly that she was starving and that he could have his way with her later.
He intended to keep that promise. And then some.
Now here they sat and Sheamus felt like a king. Great food, great Guinness and the most beautiful woman in the world sitting across from him.
Life couldn't get much better.
Ali took a bite of her chicken and she felt her face begin to flush at the way his eyes, ever predatory, followed the fork to her mouth. His gaze finally met hers and he leisurely licked his lips.
She carefully sat the fork down and picked up her napkin, dabbing at her own lips. What she really wanted to do was use it to fan herself. It had gotten suddenly very warm in the once comfortably cool restaurant.
As though sensing her thoughts the Celtic Warrior lowered his glass and smirked.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she accused, but did so with a hint of a smile.
He arched an eyebrow in feint innocence, "Enjoyin' what, lass?"
"Don't give me that." she whispered, leaning in closer, "You know very well what I'm talking about. You, sitting there, practically having eye sex with me."
He threw back his head and laughed, earning curious glances from the other patrons as well as a giggle from the writer.
"Ah don' know what yer talkin' about." he shrugged as he grabbed his own fork and took a healthy bite of his baked potato.
He paused, eyes lighting up as he nodded in approval, "This is really good."
He glanced back over at her, noting that she wasn't buying his innocent act for a second.
"It's yer own fault." he stated before taking another bite.
"How so?" Ali asked with a laugh.
"What did you expect when you look so bleedin' beautiful." he stated, feel proud when she blushed at the compliment, "Besides, that's what you get for not sittin' beside me like Ah wanted."
"Yeah, because I knew what you would have done with that other hand of yours if I had." Ali murmured, glancing around nervously to make sure nobody had heard her.
He leered at her, "Don' act like you wouldn' have enjoyed it, sweetness."
Ali's blush deepened and she ducked her head.
"I didn't say that." she admitted and Sheamus felt his smile growing.
Hmm, he thought so. Oh she was still a bit of an innocent, he would give her that. But there was more vixen in her than she'd like to admit.
He couldn't wait to help bring it to the surface. The things they would do together. . .
"Ali?"
The writer's eyes lit up in surprise and she instantly jumped to her feet, "Max!"
Sheamus watched on with slightly narrowed eyes as Ali stood and rushed to hug the tall man. While she did that it gave the wrestler the chance to check him out: Curly, sandy blonde hair that reminded him too much of that Brad Maddox muppet. Brown eyes that strayed entirely too long on his woman's body for his liking. Ridiculously expensive suit, tailor made for his somewhat built frame. Clean shaven and baby faced.
In the three seconds he had gotten to study him he had decided that the fella was a gobshite. Pure and simple.
"What are you doing here?" Ali asked as she pulled back and looked up at her agent expectantly, "I thought you'd be back in New York by now."
"I decided to stay the weekend." Max clarified, "I tried calling you earlier, to see if you wanted to go out to dinner, but I didn't get an answer."
He at last turned his attention to Sheamus and the Celtic Warrior could see he was mentally taking stock. The wrestler sat up straighter in his chair, doing everything he could to keep from sneering.
He was no slouch, himself, he told himself as he adjusted his black flat cap. He rose to his feet and extended his hand, nodding to the other man.
"Me name's Sheamus." he introduced, applying a little more pressure than maybe he should have when he shook the agent's hand.
Maxwell's eyes squinted slightly at the pain and he was quick to let go. Massaging the now sore limb, he offered a hint of a smile, "Maxwell Sutton. Ali's agent."
"Nice to meet ya, fella." Sheamus motioned to the table, "Would you like to sit down?"
It went against every one of his instincts to invite the other man to sit down, but he figured he should play nice for Ali's sake. If the fella got out of line, though, then all bets were off.
"Thank you." Maxwell actually looked a little surprised by the offer, "But I have a table waiting.
"Are you going to be in town for much longer?' he inquired.
"All weekend." Sheamus told him with a grin.
"Then please allow me to invite you both out to dinner tomorrow night." Maxwell proposed, "My treat."
He glanced at Ali, "Say, seven o'clock at the Tennyson?"
"Tennyson?" Sheamus repeated.
"It's a new restaurant that just opened." Ali looked at Maxwell in a sort of awe, "And I thought you needed reservations six months in advance to get in there."
The agent snickered and gave her a wink, "Let's just say I know a guy who owes me a favor."
Sheamus cast his eyes to the ceiling and sighed.
"I. . ." Ali glanced at her boyfriend with equal parts uncertainty and hopefulness.
Though there was a large part of her that just wanted to spend the weekend with only him, she couldn't help but want to go to dinner. Maxwell was a huge part of her life and she wanted to share that with Sheamus. She wanted him to share in every aspect of her dreams with her.
"Ah think that's a grand idea." Sheamus said without hesitation.
It was the last thing he wanted to do, but the guy was Alina's agent. He should do all that he could to try and be a part of that element of her life.
Besides, he could see that she really wanted to go and he couldn't deny her anything.
"Great." Maxwell beamed at both of them, "So I'll see you both tomorrow at seven."
He went to extend his hand towards the Irishman then paused, remembered what had happened the last time. He seemed to take a deep breath before his hand went further.
When Sheamus shook it, though, he did so without too much force. Though he wasn't too thrilled with the guy, he was willing to give him a chance. If only for Alina's sake.
"Have a good night." Maxwell nodded at Sheamus before turning back to Ali.
Everything in the wrestler when still as the other man leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of Ali's head. The writer pulled back and grinned at him, seemingly all right with the action.
She waved goodbye to him and glanced back at the Celtic Warrior. Her smile slowly faded as she noticed the chill that had crept into his eyes as he watched her agent walk away.
"Sheamus?" she asked cautiously, "I'm sorry. If you really didn't want to go I can call Max tomorrow and can-"
"No." he replied quietly, his gaze softening as he turned back to her, "No, Ah know how much yer lookin' forward to it."
He began to smirk as he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, "Besides, it'll give me a chance to see you in another one of those dresses."
Ali laughed, whacking him across the chest playfully.
"You're really funny, Irishman." she deadpanned as he pulled her chair out for her and she sat down, "Really funny."
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They forwent desert and instead opted to take a stroll along the water walk, the pair looking out over the ocean.
"It's really nice here." the wrestler mused as he slipped an arm over Ali's shoulders and pulled her close.
Her arms went easily around his waist and she laid her head against his chest, smiling, "It's home."
They came to a stop, the pair watching as the black waves roll in and out. When the writer looked up she noticed that the wrestler was frowning, his eyes thoughtful.
"Hey." she murmured as she reached up and took hold of his chin, "Are you all right?"
He blinked, coming out of his thoughts. He turned to her, pulling her closer as he smiled faintly, "Just thinkin'."
"About?" Ali gently prompted.
He once again looked to the ocean, murmuring thoughtfully, "Home. Me family."
"You really miss them." the writer sighed as she held him tightly, snuggling against his chest.
He ran his hand through her hair, eyes still locked on the ocean, "Last time Ah got to see them was about a year ago. The WWE went to Ireland and Ah got to spend the day wit' them."
Ali pulled back and looked up at him, her heart breaking for him. She honestly didn't know what she would do without her parents or her nephew and niece. Sure, there had been times when she went days or even a couple of weeks without seeing them. But she could still come home. He didn't get the same luxury.
"I'll be your family." she smiled lovingly up at him, "While you're here."
He looked down at her, something profound filling his eyes. He didn't say a word, instead just lifting her into his arms and kissing her deeply. Ali wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the embrace with her whole heart and soul.
Sheamus held her tightly to him as he deepened the kiss. The depths of his feelings for this woman. . .They might have been scary, but they were worth it. She was worth it.
When it ended he couldn't bring himself to let her go just yet. He held her tightly to him, his forehead against her own and his eyes closed.
"Ya know, Ah still have the glass Celtic cross you gave me." he told her, "Ah take it wit' me wherever Ah go."
"I'm glad you like it." she smiled.
"Ah still can' believe you did it. Talkin' to me ma. Gettin' her to send you dirt from Ireland." he opened his eyes and looked at her, "Especially after everythin' Ah had done to you."
"That's because I love you." she whispered.
The look he gave her was so intense, so filled with desire, that it made her heart speed up.
"Ah love you, Ahlina." he told her, the words coming out carefully but still coming out.
"Good to know." she grinned before giving him a smack on the lips and jumping to the ground.
He blinked, looking down at her in surprise. She grinned up at him, brazenly proud of herself. It made him laugh, his sad mood instantly lifting.
He turned away and removed his cap, scratching his head. This woman had so much cheek in her. He didn't know what he was going to do with her.
He slowly slipped his cap back on, his eyes locking in on something up ahead.
"Come here." he beckoned to her with his finger, Ali instantly going to his side.
"Yes?" she asked with a smile as he took her hand and led her down the sidewalk.
"Ice cream." he stated, his steps brisk, "Ah want it."
"You are a good and wise man." the writer sighed as she hurried to keep up.
They entered the ice cream shop, Sheamus leading the way to the counter. Ali could only stand back and watch him with a grin. He was like a kid in. . .well, an ice cream shop.
He caught her look and ducked his head, embarrassed.
"Yeah, so you figured out me one weakness." he muttered as he turned back to the display case.
"And here I thought I was your one weakness." Ali quipped with a chuckle.
He slowly turned back to look at her, the expression on his face making her grow warm. He leaned down till their lips were mere inches apart, his gaze never leaving hers.
"You'll find out what you are to me when we get back to yer place." he said in a low voice and Ali couldn't help the shiver that raced down her spine.
He must have seen her trembling, or else he somehow sensed it, because he straightened to his full height and asked with feint innocence, "Cold, sweetness?"
She scoffed at him but didn't answer.
He smirked at her before turning back to look through the case.
Ali ordered a mint chocolate chip cone while he ordered a hot fudge sundae. They stepped out onto the street and started walking, eating their ice cream.
"Is this good for your training?" the writer snickered as he took a large bite of his sundae.
Sheamus glanced over at her, arching an eyebrow, "Ah'll burn it off, don' worry."
Ali grinned at him before taking a lick of her cone. His eyes zeroed in on her tongue, following it as she swirled it across the sweet treat before it disappeared back into her mouth.
"This is really good." the writer murmured, her attention on the window display of a nearby store.
"Can Ah have a taste?" he asked, stepping up to her.
"Sure." she smiled and held her cone out to him.
He wrapped his hand around her wrist but didn't bring the cone to his lips. Instead he gave her a tug until she was up on her tiptoes and his mouth descended on hers. Her lips parted under his as the kiss intensified. He could taste the cool mint, the hint of chocolate and something fresh and sweet and wholly his Alina.
When it was over he pulled back and rumbled, his voice having a rough edge to it, "Mmm, yer right. It does taste good."
Ali swallowed, her ice cream immediately forgotten.
Sheamus smirked at her, bringing his sundae back to his mouth, "Finish yer ice cream, lass."
"Maybe I want something else." Ali murmured.
"And you can have it." he nodded towards her cone, "But you need to finish yer desert first."
She had never eaten an ice cream cone faster in her life.
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The second they stepped back into her apartment he swept her up into his arms and carried her towards her bedroom, the pair kissing.
He sat her on the bed but surprisingly didn't follow. She sat there and looked at him in confusion.
"Take off yer dress." he told her as he removed his cap, tossing it on her nearby chair.
He slipped his tie off, as well as he jacket, and they, too, joined the hat.
"I thought you would do it." Ali stated, bewildered.
"You don' want me doin' it." he chuckled down at her, "Not if you want to wear it again. Now go on. Ah want you naked by the time Ah get back."
And with that he turned and made his way back into the hall.
"Wait!" Ali rose up on her knees and called after him, "Where are you going?!"
He didn't answer, instead making his way to the kitchen. The closer he drew to the fridge the bigger his grin got.
Sheamus opened the door, his eyes locking in on the chocolate sauce. He had started getting ideas about it the second he had seen it that morning.
He took it out of the fridge and stuck it in the microwave, heating it up just enough to warm it. He didn't want to get it too hot.
As he came back to the bedroom he found Ali waiting for him, naked and under the covers. Her eyes landed on the chocolate and she laughed.
"My, I had no idea you had such a sweet tooth." she murmured as she turned back to him.
"You have no idea." Sheamus nodded towards her, "But Ah wouldn' stay under there if Ah were you, lass. Not if you don' want those blankets to get covered wit' chocolate."
The writer shimmied out of the bed, removing the blankets and tossing them onto the chair. When she returned she laid back on her elbows and awaited him.
He started to place one knee on the bed when she held up a hand.
"Un-uh." she said with an impish smile, "You, too, mister."
He chuckled but stood up and quickly shed his clothes. He noticed the way she followed him, how her eyes widened slightly and filled with delight at the sight of him, and he felt pride well up inside of him. Nobody had ever made him feel, well, so attractive before.
Sure he had been with many women. And they had clearly liked what they had seen. But with Alina it was different. Her desire for him went deeper. It made it seem truer to him. Made it worth more.
He climbed onto the bed and came to rest beside her, chocolate sauce in hand. He poured a small amount on his finger to test the temperature and started to bring it to his lips.
Ali took his hand and brought it to her mouth, her lips closing around his finger and she sucked the chocolate from his digit.
Sheamus groaned at the feeling of her tongue on him. He removed his finger, causing a 'popping' sound to escape her lips before his mouth descended on hers. They shared a heated kiss and he almost contemplated forgetting about the chocolate all together.
But then he remembered back on his plans and he pulled back with a feral grin. He drizzled some at the base of her throat. The writer's mouth fell open at the feeling of the warm chocolate but she had no time to react as he leaned over and began to lick up the sweet treat. His mouth attached itself to her skin, suckling and tasting both her and the cocoa.
Ali's eyes slid closed as she found herself arching up towards his warm mouth. A whimper escaped her throat and Sheamus rumbled in response.
As he pulled back she discovered chocolate on his mustache and chin. Unable to stop herself, she leaned up and traced his chin with her tongue. Sheamus' mouth crashed against hers, their tongue caressing and mating.
He pulled back and grinned, reaching for the chocolate sauce again. He drizzled some onto the tip of one of her breasts, the Celtic Warrior licked his lips and looked quite pleased with himself.
Ali couldn't help but giggle, "Well that's an interesting chocolate sundae you have there."
"Good enough to eat." Sheamus murmured before leaning over and capturing her breast.
The writer gasped and whimpered, no longer feeling like giggling. She closed her eyes and arched up against him as he suckled and tugged at her flesh with his lips and teeth and tongue.
Once all the sweet liquid was lapped up he drizzled more onto her other breast and began to devour it.
Why didn' Ah think of this before? he mused to himself as he feasted on her flesh. She had tasted sweet before but now. . .
He pulled back and stole another kiss from her lips then, grinning devilishly, he began to write the word 'mine' on her stomach with an arrow pointing down towards her mound.
Ali looked down at it with wide eyes before throwing her head back and laughing. Ooh, she was going to get him back for that one!
He sat the chocolate down and leaned over her, tracing the letters with his tongue before blazing a trail downwards. And suddenly the laugher disappeared from the writer's throat.
It was replaced with a deep moan as he finally found the apex of her thighs, parting her folds and tracing his chocolate coated tongue along her sensitive nub. It wasn't long before he was latched onto it, lips pulling before he alternated licking and nibbling.
Ali jerked at the feeling of his mouth on her and one of his arms banded over her stomach to keep her in place and at his mercy.
The writer closed her eyes, arching into him as she felt herself climbing up the peak. He continued on relentlessly and soon spasms were overtaking her body. Shaking, she fell over the edge, crying out his name.
When she finally came back down she opened her eyes to find him watching her intently, conquest written across his handsome face.
"You taste better than chocolate." he growled, blue eyes smoldering, as he crawled back up her body to once again lay claim to her lips.
It was a heady combination, the taste of the chocolate and herself on her tongue. It had her senses reeling at the erotic sensation.
"Now Ah have a new reason to call you 'sweetness'." he murmured against her mouth, the Irishman chuckling.
"Mmm." Ali purred before pulling away from him.
He looked at her, naked and traces of chocolate still coating her skin. He could even see fingerprints-his fingerprints-on her body and it called to his more primal nature.
He started to reach for her when she moved away from him, shaking her head.
"My turn." she breathed, reaching for the chocolate.
Sheamus began to chuckle as he rolled onto his back and slipped his hands behind his head. Fair enough, he'd give the lass her go.
"Have yer way wit' me." he sighed.
Oh, she would. He could count on that.
Instead of drizzling the sticky substance directly on him she instead chose to coat her fingers. Grinning mischievously, she sat the bottle down and instead traced a path over his pecks, making sure to run her fingers over both of his nipples, before scaling down each and every one of his abs. She followed it up with circling his bellybutton. The sauce was a stark contrast against his pale skin, standing out.
Finished with her handiwork, and looking quite pleased, she reached up and slowly licked the brown liquid from her first finger.
She paused in mid swipe, noticing how his eyes had darkened at her movements. She slowly removed her finger and, never breaking eye contact, lowered her hand to his mouth. Her fingers slipped inside and she felt her center clench when he began to suckle the digits.
Ali was unable to resist and she leaned forward, her mouth replacing her fingers. They tasted each other and the sweet cocoa.
The writer pulled away and began to trial her lips over his chin and throat before reaching his chest. She glanced up at him and licked her lips before lowering her head over one of his nipples.
At the first touch of her mouth on him the Irishman groaned, eyes slamming shut. His hands clenched behind his head as he forced himself to lay back and accept what she was doing to him.
But it was hard, along with a particular part of his anatomy. More than anything he wanted her. Now. Under him. Over him. He didn't care, he just wanted her.
And yet he held off. He had started this game and it was only fair to let her have her turn. But as soon as it was over she was his. . .
"Do you like that?" her sultry voice reached his ears and he opened his eyes to find her staring intently up at him.
A hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she took another swipe at his nipple, her gaze never leaving his.
The Celtic Warrior all but growled. The tease.
Ali focused her full attention on his body, moving to close her mouth around his other nipple. As she laved at it she felt one of his hands bury in her hair, holding her head to him. She smiled against his skin before continuing to suckle him.
Once all traces of chocolate were cleaned from his pecks she moved lower, her breasts brushing against his chest and now being coated with the treat..
Once she reached his abs she took her time exploring each and every one, loving them with licks and kisses. She would never get tired of his abs. To be honest, along with his eyes, they were the first thing she had noticed about him.
As she trailed down lower her tongue swirled around his belly button before dipping inside. Suddenly she felt his hands clamp on her arms, the writer being dragged back up and flipped onto her back.
She looked up at him in surprise, finding him grinning down at her.
"My turn again." he growled before his mouth crashed against hers.
While he dominated the kiss he maneuvered between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs and wrapping them around his hips. His hands found their way to her backside and he surged into her, causing her to arch against him and gasp.
Her legs instantly tightened around him, her hands holding onto his shoulders as he started to pump into her. He couldn't help himself. While he had enjoyed her sweet torture his body was screaming for him to take her. He was honestly surprised he had lasted as long as he had.
His mouth found it's way to her neck as he continued to ride her. He could still taste traces of the chocolate mixed with her own personal flavor. It was doing his head, both of them, in.
Ali held him tightly to her as she moved against him. Their bodies seemed to work as one, surging in unison.
One of his hands left her behind, reaching around and stealing between her folds. He began to stroke her and the writer's breathing sped up. She shattered soon after, her limbs gripping at him and his name on her lips.
He felt her inner muscles milking him and he pumped into her three more times before reaching his own climax. He practically growled as he came, the Irishman then slowly sinking onto her. He held her tightly to him and he could feel them both shaking.
After a few minutes he forced himself to pull out of her and roll to his side. His arms instantly went around her, pulling her to his side. Ali laid her head against his chest and looked down at both of them, giggles beginning to bubble up from her throat.
"We're a mess." she glanced up at him and her giggling turned into full on laughter. His red mustache and beard were now brown, as was his lower lip and chin.
He chuckled before tracing a finger over her cheek where a smear of chocolate had somehow found its way.
He licked his finger and murmured, "That we are, lass.
"Shower?" he said suggestively and wiggled his eyebrows.
Ali giggled and nodded, "Yes, please."
Chuckling, he climbed out of the bed and reached for her. Wrapping an arm tightly around her, he led the way to the bathroom.
"I think next time we should try ice cream." Ali proposed and the Irishman groaned in anticipation at the thought.
"Ah love the way you think, sweetness."
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Ali's cocktail dress can be found in my profile.
Next up, Sunday morning. Sheamus begins to contemplate their upcoming dinner with Maxwell and the lovers go out to breakfast. But trouble is sure to follow.