Bray held her wrists overhead with one hand, pinning her against the wall of the locker room. His other hand dove under her skirt, pulling her cotton panties down to the floor. Running his palm up the back of her leg and hooking it around his waist, he ground himself against her. "Bray, please…" she gasped, tilting her head back on the concrete. "Please what? I want to hear you say it, little one." he drawled in a low voice, bending to nip the smooth pale skin of her neck. "Please… take me." she moaned softly into his ear. She felt him grin as he pushed his pants down, freeing his straining manhood. Leaning their foreheads together, Bray stared hungrily into her eyes and slowly pushed into her, growling at the sensation of her tight heat enveloping him. She arched her back, needing to be as close to him as possible, letting out a pleasured cry as he filled her. Bray brought his head down to press his mouth to hers-
Liz woke with a start, taking a minute to recognize her surroundings. She was in the bed of her hotel room in Ottawa; laying on her stomach, hands clutching the pillow, one knee bent, subconsciously pressing her hips against the mattress. Rolling onto her side, she could feel the wetness between her thighs. That had been some dream, and she'd woken up just as it was getting good. Sighing in frustration, she read the clock on the nightstand. It was 6 a.m., an hour before she had to wake up. Checking in around 4 after the long trip from Toronto, she had been exhausted but had trouble falling asleep. Her brain was swirling with activity; her run-ins with the Wyatt Family, the electricity she'd felt at Bray being so close to her, his brutality towards Ziggler, and Punk's stern warning to stay away from them. Even as Liz had agreed to his request she knew she wouldn't honor it. Although he was right, they were strange and dangerous, she couldn't forget the suffering she had seen behind Bray's eyes. Whether it was truly a deep-seated sense of grief or just a trick to lure her in, she wasn't sure. Pulling the sheets closer, Liz tried desperately to get another hour of rest, but her mind kept returning to the enigmatic Wyatt.
Striding towards the main backstage area from the basement room they'd found, Bray kept watch for the object of his recent fascination. He had made Luke drive last night, Erick sleeping in the back, still recovering from Dolph's ambush. Bray spent the time in the passenger's seat staring out the window, deep in thought. He was uncomfortable with the fact that he was so heavily drawn to Liz, remembering the last time- ten years ago now, that he'd felt anything remotely like this. Remembering how it had turned out; how many lives he ruined, the horrible things he was forced to do. He had locked those desires away after that, buried himself in the Good Book and never taken more than a second glance at a woman. Yet there he was, sitting in the car with her the only thing occupying his mind. The minute they'd gotten to the hotel room Bray went straight to the shower, stroking himself roughly until he came, murmuring her name under his breath. His head was clearer afterwards, sitting down with Harper and Rowan to go over their matches, finding things they needed to improve on. Sleep happened easily, and though his dreams had been anything but wholesome he awoke that morning feeling refreshed.
Reaching his destination, Bray was slightly disappointed that he had yet to run into Liz. Maybe she'd had second thoughts, been scared by his violent response to Ziggler's attack. She had a right to be cautious, he realized, as she still knew very little about him. Despite her witty banter he could tell she was hesitant and fearful. He needed to prove that she could trust him. If she really was the one Bray believed her to be, he couldn't risk losing her because he was caught up in a game of lust. Taking one last look down the hallway, he pushed open the door to the GM's office.
In the garage of the arena, Liz weaved through the dozens of trucks parked there. Having feigned a lingering anxiety to Don, he pretty much gave her the night off, saying he'd text her if something came up. He didn't mention anything out of the ordinary; so she figured that Punk had convinced Dolph to keep quiet, because usually gossip like that traveled fast. Punk himself was at home, a limited schedule one of the benefits of being a top guy, and Liz had decided to take advantage of his absence. Seeking out a member of the production crew she was friendlier with, she asked him about the Wyatt Family's chair. "It's usually in the prop truck. No one's ever seen them put it there, it just kinda disappears during the day and shows up right before we leave. It's the one with the Wrestlemania ad on it." Thanking him with a polite smile, she'd set off in that direction.
Finding the right truck, she was relieved to see it was still open in the back, about half full as they were still setting up inside. Carefully climbing up the metal ramp, she stepped into the dark space. At first she thought maybe she was too late, but after stepping around a particularly large crate she spotted the rocking chair in the middle of an open area. Walking over to it, she ran a hand up one of the arms before sitting down gently. The wood was cold against her bare skin, and Liz pulled her skirt down farther, crossing her legs as she waited.
Only about five minutes had passed when she heard another pair of shoes on the metal. Taking a deep breath she began to regret her decision as the sound approached. It was Rowan who turned the corner, pausing as he noticed her. Wearing his sheep mask he tilted his head to the side, an eerie sight. She kept her ground, locking her eyes on the plastic face and hoping they didn't betray her nervousness. After a few moments of impasse, his large form moved to stand behind her. Grabbing the back of the chair he gently tipped it forward, forcing her to her feet. Liz watched as he pulled the chair out and down the ramp, stopping a short distance away. Looking over his shoulder at her, he rocked the chair back and forth on the ground. She descended from the truck and he began walking again, just slow enough so she could follow inconspicuously a few feet behind him.
Traversing the winding hallways of the arena towards the basement, Rowan would look back every now and then to make sure she was still there. He stopped suddenly and she almost bumped into him, having not noticed the worn door in the shadows. He opened it slightly and peeked inside before entering, using the chair to hold it open for her. Liz looked around at what seemed like an old janitor's closet, noticing Harper sitting on a wooden crate. He jerked his head up, frowning. "What is she doing here?" he asked, making no effort to hide the contempt in his voice. Setting the rocking chair in the corner of the room, Erick removed the mask and hung it on an old hook, answering in a timid voice "Tailed me." Liz cautiously walked up to the chair, moving to sit in it when Luke almost roared at her "Don't you dare." Startled, she turned to see his wild brown eyes fuming in rage. Choosing instead to stand next to it, she leaned slightly against the wall opposite him. Harper looked like he was about to force her to leave when the door ripped open.
A/N: Sorry this took a while, my laptop died and I had to buy a new one. Thanks so much for all the favorites, follows, and reviews! I really appreciate them and am glad to know you guys are enjoying it.