How did Sami always find himself knocking on Becky's door in the middle of the night, begging her to talk to him? He wasn't sure, but there he was, again. She'd stormed out of Raw tonight. His victory in an Intercontinental Championship qualifier had given him some momentum back, and he celebrated by spinning her around and kissing her in the middle of the ring. It was stiff and uncomfortable again, her lips not parting from their purse position. Seth and Kevin had teased them backstage about how painful it looked and she'd run off, avoiding him the rest of the night.

"Bex, will you open up? Please?" he begged again.

The hotel door opened slowly. "I'm not in the mood for drinkin' the night away."

"I just want to make sure you're okay. Can I come in?"

"Yeah, alright," she nodded. "I was just watchin' tape."

He sat down on the bed next to her, "loved my match that much?"

She rolled her eyes, "this is the promo from yesterday," she hit play on the WWE Network and grumbled, "it's still so…"

"Forced?"

"I was gonna say boner killin'"

"Well then," he laughed, watching as the two of them stood very close on the screen.

Had she not felt what he felt, standing there like that? Was this all in his head, the sparks that would fly between them whenever he dared to get just a little too close? What about their commonalities, how in sync they managed to be at all times, like they were deep inside each other's minds? She understood him better than anyone, always being able to tell what was on his mind, even if he didn't want to admit it. And then there was the physical attraction. That, surely, he wasn't making up. That was very, very real. She'd look at him out of the corner of her eye and it'd fill him from the inside out with a heat that was raw and energetic. He could feel it written all over his face, the pink filling his cheeks and his lip catching on his teeth.

On the television screen, she kissed him, and it made his stomach turn to watch it. Her eyes were shut tightly, you could see her cringing slightly as their lips touched. How could something that felt so good also feel so…sad?

"Alright, it's a little rough," he admitted.

"A little?" she asked sharply.

"Becky, I want this to work. Let me help. Tell me what I can do."

"It's not-" she shook her head.

"Hey. C'mon." He nudged her gently, "you remember the old days back in NXT? I was always on your side, always."

"Yeah, I remember."

"No matter what it was, you and me were a team."

"To the point that all the newbies thought we were together," she said with a laugh.

"Didn't matter to me as along as you had my back and I had yours. Always. Because you're my girl."

She blushed a little and laughed, "yeah, I know."

"So tell me what I can do to make this better."

She sighed heavily, biting her tongue and looking up to the ceiling.

"C'mon, you've got something in your brain, I can tell."

"It's a stupid idea."

"Guarantee you it's not."

She shifted in her seat.

"Out with it, Bex."

She was blushing hard as she opened her mouth, "it's immature…but could we try…practicin'?"

He felt his face flushing deeply, the pink spreading from his cheeks all the way to the tops of his ears.

"Practicing? Like-"

"It was a stupid idea. N'ermind."

"No-no I was just surprised," he laughed, "we can practice."

"Really?"

"If you think it'll help. Um-" he blushed, "I guess we, uh, don't really think I've set it up like this since high school."

She laughed and scooted closer, "let's jus'…run through a scenario."

"Okay. So you come to wish me good luck."

"And I wrap my arms around your neck like…" she interlaced her hands behind his neck, it sent a chill down his spine, "this."

"Right, and lean up and-"

She pressed her lips to his, still tightly pursed. He pulled away after a moment.

"Ease up, relax your lips. That'll look more natural."

She nodded, breathing heavily. Leaning up again, she touched his lips again, softer this time. Their bottom lips touched first, then the top. It sent a warmth throughout his whole body, tingling on his lips. Unwittingly, his arms wrapped around her waist until she pulled off. His breath caught for a second.

"Better. A lot better I think."

"Yeah-" her breath caught too as she let go of his neck. "That was…a lot better."

"Again?"

"Ya kiss me this time."

He did, quickly, taking her by surprise as he grabbed her waist. The kiss was a little more assertive this time, but she parted her lips for him anyway as she gasped. Her hands found his chest, grasping at his flannel shirt.

When they parted they both chuckled.

"Now that's more like it."

"Guess, you're an okay kisser," she teased.

"Okay kisser?"

"Well," she shrugged.

He kissed her again, feeling her lips move over his. It was urgent, but he kept his lips soft, enjoying every ounce of it.

"Alright alright!" she tipped her head back and laughed, "you win."

"Thank you. Now I expect you to go tell all your friends how good I am."

"Oh shush. Uh, you know they're eventually gonna 'ave us caught mackin' backstage."

"Yeah I know,"

"Should we…"

"It's your turn."

She took a deep breath and crashed her lips into his, holding his face in her hands. His hands laced in her hair behind her head. They kept it innocent at first, lightly moving over each other's lips like they would if they had to do it for the camera. Then something changed, he wasn't sure whose tongue slid in first, but soon they were fighting for dominance. It felt better than he could ever have imagined, and his heart was quickly beating out of his chest the more she ran her tongue over his teeth.

Eventually, they came up for air, gasping as their lips parted.

"No bad, huh?" he teased, their lips still close together.

"No, no," she said breathily, "not bad."

"Kinda…" his voice came out coarse, he couldn't help it, "kinda fucking fun."

She didn't protest as he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was deeper this time, pushing his tongue against hers. Her hands were running all over his neck and the top of his head. Their lips seemed to move in sync, the way he knew they would if he ever got to kiss her. Was that silly? It felt silly…but it also felt true. That the two of them would just…know.

Her lips were getting more aggressive, moving faster and pushing against him harder. He wrapped his arms around her waist again. It happened in slow motion, and all at once. She started moving her hips against his, her tongue running over his mouth, and her legs finding either side of his lap. He ran his hands up and down her sides as she buried her face further into his. It sent more than just warmth throughout his whole body. He could feel his blood pumping faster though his veins, and a dizziness in his brain from the feeling of her body against his. The hairs on his arm were standing up and he could feel every little movement she made. It went on for a moment, or maybe an hour, it was impossible to tell. He didn't break from his haze until he heard a moan leave her mouth, and returning it he felt a throbbing low under her body.

"Whoa!" she practically jumped off of him.

"Sorry!" he felt a pit growing in his stomach. "Sorry I uh, I got a little carried away there."

"Yeah, no, I-I did too," she was blushing, tucking her hair behind her ears.

They sat in silence for a second, trying to figure out if that had really just happened and how to feel about it.

"I'll go-" he said abruptly, jumping off of the bed and putting back on his shoes.

"Wait, Sami,"

"No, it's okay. I think that'll help. With the program."

"Please don' be mad."

"I'm not mad."

"Sami I-"

"You don't have to explain. It just went too far. Right?"

"Yeah…just too far."

"Goodnight, Bex,"

She stopped him again before he hit the door. "It was fun."

He looked back, "yeah?"

She shrugged, "Kinda fuckin' fun?" a grin came across her face. She was so damn cute like that.

"Yeah. Kinda fucking fun."

"We don' have to… I mean, it doesn' have to be a big deal."

"Of course. Just a bit of fun between two friends on a Monday night."

"Now ya make it sound like fuck buddies."

"Just a kiss," he shook his head, "not a big deal at all."

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow."

Sami nodded his head and left her room, but he didn't go back up to his room where Kevin would be waiting. He loved the guy, but he was a tough love kind of friend, and it wasn't want Sami needed right now. Sitting at the window in the lounge he pulled out his phone.

"Hey Sami," Finn's voice came on the other line, groggy.

"Hey. Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Hasta be important, yeah?"

"Yeah…uh my brain's still a little foggy but I'm pretty sure I just kissed Becky."

"Yeah mate no offense but we all saw it. It was on TV."

"No, not that. I went up to her room, she was upset and we…tried practicing…"

"Practicing?" Finn laughed, "smooth."

"It was her idea, I told her I'd do whatever she thought would help it feel more natural…"

"So ya kissed her?"

"Yeah…a lot."

"A lot?"

"A lot."

"Was it good?"

"It was incredible. But now things are… well, now I can't stop thinking about her."

"Yeah girls are like that sometimes. But…is really such a change?"

"What do you mean?"

"Weren' ya caught up on her like that before?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Well…you sorta talk…in your sleep sometimes…"

"Yeah, yeah, so I've heard. No, I guess not, it's just…worse now."

"Give it some time, Bex is...well she can be a bit indecisive can't she? Like her heart and her brain run so fast and her mouth is jus' tryin' keep up."

"Yeah, no you're right. She's beautiful like that."

"Don't I know it."

"Huh, right,"

"Don' get petty."

"Petty? Nope, not me."

"Her mind is beautiful, but she needs to sort it out sometimes."

"You're right. Thanks, man."

"Get some rest. Sounds like ya need it."