Chapter 4 – Completely Content
Seth paced back and forth outside of the hotel room. He knew when he was in character he looked very intimidating and scary, but honestly Seth was a teddy bear. The guilt was eating him alive slowly for what he did to Kali and he couldn't help wanting to see her. He wanted to make sure she was alright. Dean had gone up to the roof to try to relax a little and Roman was down in the pool; so that left him alone to wallow in his guilt. Stopping, Seth squared his shoulders and knocked on the door before he lost his nerve, sucking in a sharp breath.
Kali's left foot was propped up on a pillow and Nick had finally left her alone. He was worse than a doting mother hen. She knew he was worried about her but she just wanted him to go he was too mothering and she couldn't breathe easy with him smothering her. Nick had been gone an hour already and she was finally comfortable.
Larry had told her not to remove the white plastic brace or the bandage for longer than 20 minutes to shower or bathe and then she had to put them both back on immediately. She had gotten dressed into black cotton shorts and a white t-shirt and her hair was still left down.
She heard someone knock as she grabbed her crutches and carefully made her way across the floor to the door. She was slightly surprised to see Seth staring back at her when she opened the door. She wobbled to the side and silently invited him in.
Seth frowned at her hobbling and shook his head, wrapping a strong arm around her waist without preamble. "Wrap your arm around my neck." He murmured in a low rumble, lowering his mouth to hover over her ear. Taking the crutches away from her and set them aside, Seth carefully lifted her into his arm; trying not to jostle her left ankle as he took her over to the bed, the door closing of its own accord behind them.
Seth set her down and then eased down beside her, seeing her wince slightly and looked down at her brace covered foot, his chest tightening. "What did Larry say?" He asked, keeping his voice low and quiet. "How long will it take you to heal?"
"Umm, a few weeks." She answered softly. "Nick is going to be the protective mother hen until I'm back on both feet; just a word of warning. I'm surprised he didn't camp out on the couch tonight." Her voice going nowhere above a whisper. It was a good thing she turned the TV off or he probably wouldn't be able to hear her.
She could feel her ankle throbbing slightly and knew she had to get it elevated again. She grimaced as she scooted back onto the bed and placed the pillow under her foot again before leaning back against the pillows and headboard. "I'm really sorry about Nicky; sometimes his overprotectiveness spills out and onto other people." She apologized quietly.
"I don't blame him. I would be the same way if it was my sister being mowed down by a behemoth." Seth grunted, lowering his eyes from hers to once again stare at the injury. He couldn't believe what a horrible injury he caused her all because she'd bumped into him. "Let me help you." He cupped her soft calf in his hand and lifted her entire leg up with ease, placing it further on the pillow after placing another one beneath the first.
"The more elevated you have it, the less pain you'll feel and it'll help with the swelling." His eyes finally locked with violet and Seth felt as though he was being drawn to her magnetically. "I wanted to apologize earlier for how harsh I was towards you tonight. My Mom would kick my ass if she saw the way I treated a beautiful woman."
Kali blushed at the beautiful woman comment before reaching out and touching his forearm. "I'm okay." She whispered. "I know that a few of the Divas in back have been messing with you guys and that whole ring rat fiasco a few weeks ago didn't help and not to mention the veterans have been jumping script to get a few extra punches and shit in. I fully understand where you guys were coming from earlier. It honestly can't be easy being the new guys and taking shit from all the veterans who don't make it easy for you."
She could smell his scent as it filled her room entirely. "There's nothing really to apologize for. I'm just sorry I ran into you and then Nicky chewed your ass. He really shouldn't have done that."
"He had every right, no apology necessary." Seth waved her off dismissively, seeing she had a stubborn streak to her and found it incredibly adorable. She was a beautiful woman from the top of her beautiful dark honey blonde haired head to the tips of her blue painted toenails. "And you're not okay. I'm going to make sure I reimburse you for any doctor bills you have or whatever else you need. This was my fault and I'm taking responsibility for it. Do you need anything? Can I get you something?"
"Every apology made is necessary; otherwise it wouldn't be being made. Larry doesn't charge me for medical stuff because I'm Nick's sister." She whispered as she locked eyes with the chocolate eyed guy sitting near her feet. She felt like a mouse compared to this huge man. She sucked in a breath as a pain zipped through her ankle and her hands fisted by her sides.
"Why don't you take a pain pill it will take the edge off?" Seth asked softly.
Kali shook her head. "I don't want any prescribed painkillers because they make me emotional." Kali sighed softly when the pain subsided. "How about you watch a movie with me and help me keep my mind off the pain? Because right now I would give up international spy secrets if I had any."
Seth had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at her joke, even though she still remained quiet and nodded. "Of course, anything you want. I'm at your disposal right now." He walked around the to the other side of the bed and slid into it beside her, carefully wrapping an arm around her shoulders and felt her lean against him. His body heat would hopefully be enough to relax her along with her ankle. "Don't tense." He instructed, running his fingers through the tips of her hair. "So what movie are we watching? Please tell me it's nothing sappy. I think you need a comedy personally."
Kali covered mouth s she stifled a giggle. "I think you might be right about the comedy. I could always torture you with a chick flick, but I won't. I like the action movies more thanks to Nick. Besides my favorite movie Transformers is on. I never pass up a chance to watch it or any of the sequels."
She grabbed the remote and hit the button for the TV and they caught it just as it was starting. She inhaled slowly as she enjoyed him playing with her hair. It felt so good and so relaxing. She burrowed into his side further as her head rested against his chest. She sucked in a breath as she fisted part of his shirt. She couldn't help tensing; every once in a while the pain would catch her off guard and it would just hurt.
She couldn't understand why but for some reason she wasn't panicking or freaking out. This man who was gigantic compared to her was sitting in her bed with his arm around her and she just felt content.
…Completely content.
Once Emilia and Loralie got to their shared hotel room, Emilia stepped into the bathroom and pulled her purple crocheted bikini on, it was actually a nice shade and went well with her skin tone. She was in desperate need of a swim. She'd kept running into Roman all damn night and every time she couldn't help admiring his well-toned arms with his right shoulder tattooed in a weave sort of pattern and his long ravenous hair as it hung in his face when he walked around backstage in character.
Emilia pulled a pair of black board shorts on and grabbed a hotel towel as she made her way downstairs to the pool room. It was closed off after 9 PM, but the hotel staff usually let the wrestlers and WWE staff in so they could swim in privacy without being bugged or watched by fans. She kicked off her flip flops and stripped off her shorts after setting down her towel.
Grey eyes watched from the deep end of the pool as she prepared to jump in. He watched as her dainty foot dipped her toes into the water to check the temperature. Those long tanned legs of hers; he didn't mind admitting he would like them wrapped around his waist…actually he wouldn't mind wrapping her legs around his neck and wearing her like a feed bag with his tongue buried deep inside of her…
Roman shook his head from those thoughts before he ended up with a painful erection; which is what he got every time he locked his eyes with those aqua orbs of hers. "C'mon in the water feels great!" Roman announced as he stood to his full height in the middle of the pool.
Emilia's head snapped up as she nearly passed out as she saw none other than Roman Reigns standing in the pool. He was wet. He was half naked. His hair was soaked and hanging down. The water barely hit just below his chest and his magnificent pectorals were on display for her vision. Her eyes were about to burst into flames and fall out of their sockets. 'Breathe in – Breathe out: repeat.' She kept telling herself in her brain. If she didn't remind herself to breathe she was going to pass out and belly flop into the pool and die of embarrassment.
"Roman…" Emilia finally found her voice. "What are you doing down here? I figured you guys would've all been passed out by now."
Roman chuckled as he moved through the water closer to where she was standing at the edge of the pool; he watched as she dropped down and placed her feet and legs in the water allowing herself to get used to the temperature. "We probably would have been but Seth had an unfortunate run in with Nick's sister and I'm pretty sure he's up in her room begging for forgiveness as we speak."
"Oh no! What happened?" Emilia asked concerned for her quiet friend. "Is she okay?"
Roman nodded slightly apprehensive. "Seth was walking down the hall at the arena and they ran into each other; she stumbled back and dislocated her ankle. Larry fixed her up but she's going to be on crutches for a few weeks; she's on strict hotel room and locker room lockdown. Seth felt so guilty. It was bad." He informed Kali's friend.
Emilia frowned. "I'll have to take my girl some coffee in the morning since she's on hotel and arena arrest."
Roman chuckled as he moved closer to the side of the pool that Emilia was sitting on the side of. "So why aren't you in the water yet woman?" He asked nonchalantly.
Emilia smiled softly. "I don't know, the water is kind of cold. I don't want to freeze any of my important lady parts off if I get in that water."
"Hmmm, that would be a shame if you lost any of your important lady parts." Roman couldn't help commenting on her own comment and chuckled when he watched her cheeks pink up at his words. "Sorry I couldn't help saying it." He admitted.
Emilia shook her head as she kicked her foot and threw water on Roman - not that he wasn't already wet but she couldn't help laughing as his mouth dropped open; clearly he wasn't expecting her to do that.
"Wow, did you really just splash me?" Roman's voice went low with the question.
"Me…splash water…at you?" She asked trying to act innocent. Before she smirked. "You mean…like this?" She kicked her foot again and the water was completely thrown all over Roman's hair and in his face.
"That's it. I was going to offer to keep you and your lady parts warm if you came into the pool and now…Now I'm just not going to be a nice guy anymore." Roman stated honestly.
Roman had a nice sized smile on his face and looked super handsome; which was before he grabbed both of Emilia's feet and pulled her straight into the pool.
Thus starting a monumental water fight among the two.
Dean stretched out on the lounge chair on the roof of the hotel; which was there the hotel had flown in sand and set it up in a beach setting so people could go up and tan during the day and relax at night. He reached towards the ground and grabbed a long neck bottle of beer and twisted the top; flicking it across the roof as he took a long swig of the cool alcoholic beverage.
The major door to the roof opened as his blue/grey eyes looked over and saw Loralie walked onto the roof barefoot. "You following me seamstress?" Dean asked in his gritty voice.
Loralie's emerald eyes widened as she stopped in her tracks and shook her head. "I can leave." She wasn't sure what to think as she stepped backwards.
Dean sat up. "No – no, you can stay I was only kidding sweetheart." He watched as she walked over and sat in the lounge chair next to him. He reached down and grabbed another beer before twisting the top off and handing it to her.
Loralie wasn't sure about Dean handing her a beer. "Umm…I don't…"
Dean chuckled. "I just opened it, I promise it's not tainted or drugged and if we wake up in bed together tomorrow morning, it's only because we got blitzed on three beers a piece and passed out in bed together. That would be extremely pathetic since I can hold way more liquor than that."
Loralie couldn't contain her laughter as she took the beer he offered her. She leaned back in the chair as she took a sip of her beer.
"Oh come on, don't be such a catholic school girl about that beer; take a nice healthy swig." Dean chastised.
Loralie wrinkled her nose. "I'm not going to chug beer like a frat brother Dean." She laughed as she started to take a sip again.
Dean chuckled as he watched her tip the bottle up again as he leaned over and tipped her bottle up more. "If you're gonna share my beer at least drink like a 21 year old college student."
Loralie squealed out as she attempted to push Dean's hand away but to no avail. She took three really big swallows before he let go of her bottle. "Oh my God, I can't believe you did that." She laughed as she swatted his t-shirt covered chest.
"SEE THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! Now you're drinking beer the right way." Dean crowed.
Loralie couldn't help but think what a character Dean Ambrose was suddenly becoming. If tonight was any indication – things in the near future were going to be very interesting.