She groaned and stretched her body. After five nights on the couch, her back was really starting to hurt. She didn't complain to the guys about it though. As far as they knew, everything was fine. She was just happy to have somewhere to crash while everything else in her life seemed to burn down around her. They brought her peace and normality in the growing chaos inside her.
After gathering her stuff, she had turned off her phone for the rest of the night. She knew Randy would be blowing it up as soon as he had gotten the call about his alarm going off and gone home to see what had happened. The next morning she had gone straight to town to get a new phone number.
She had stayed in their house while they went to the arena. She had the week off and she didn't wanna run into Randy. Not yet. She knew it was inevitable and she probably would meet him sooner rather than later, most likely next day when she would go back, but five days without hearing his voice or seeing his face had been amazing. The guys had had a few run-ins with him but nothing too serious. Just a couple of shouting contests in the hallway where he would scream up about them hiding her somewhere. She couldn't quite understand that accusation. It wasn't like they were hiding her. If Randy had any brains at all, he could easily figure out where they were living. She didn't know six days ago and yet she found out and stopped by with beer.
A shot of pain went through her back again and she decided to watch the show from one of the bedrooms instead. It wasn't like their rooms were off limit to her. She just didn't usually go in there without a direct permission but her back screamed for a normal bed. She went into the nearest room, dumped down on Roman's bed and turned on the tv to watch the guys take out Kane, Undertaker and Daniel Bryan in a tag team match. Of course they won. She knew they would. They worked as a team, as a unit, as brothers. No one came close to being as good as them.
"Where's Tessa?" Roman asked once they entered their home later that evening.
"Probably in the bathroom. I'm beat. I'm gonna hit the sack," Dean said.
He walked through the livingroom, towards the hallway that led to their rooms.
"Hey Roman!" He suddenly called. "There's a girl in your bed."
"A real girl?" Seth yelled back jokingly.
"She looks pretty real. Want me to poke her to see if she sounds real?" Dean yelled.
Seth and Roman joined Dean who was standing in the hallway, looking through the open door to see Tessa sleeping in Roman's bed. The tv was still running on the channel where the show had been shown. Apparently she had fallen asleep even though she hadn't meant to.
"Yeah, she looks pretty real," Seth chuckled.
"The real question here is, what are you gonna do about it?" Dean poked Roman's chest.
"For starters, I'm gonna wake her up. Now, beat it," Roman answered.
He walked inside his room and closed the door behind him. Not to keep her there or anything, just to keep Seth and Dean away from watching what he would do. He sat down on the bed and gently shook her shoulder. After a few seconds she woke up and looked at him.
"Hi," she said sleepily.
"Hi baby girl. Are you aware you're in my bed?" He asked.
She looked around quickly and blushed a little.
"Oh shoot, I meant to get out before you came home," she said.
"It's okay," he said. "A bed is better than a couch. I know that."
"It's just my back. It's starting to hurt," she said.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.
"I didn't want to sound ungrateful. I'm so happy that you allow me to stay here," she answered.
"There's nothing ungrateful about that. I sure as hell wouldn't have lasted five whole days on that couch," he said.
He sent her one of those warm smiles she had grown to love and secretly wanted to see more of.
"How about a massage then?" He suddenly asked.
"What? Are you for real?" She asked.
"Sure. I've been told I'm good with my hands," he said.
"I've been told you're good with your tongue," she said and twisted a little smile.
He started chuckling and scratching the back of his head, not entirely sure what to answer to that.
"That Dean always runs his mouth," he said.
"That's funny. I thought with that statement you were the one using your mouth," she said.
He blushed and looked away. It wasn't like him to get colour in his cheeks from anything a woman said but she just managed to push the right buttons when she talked like that. She didn't call him out on it. She just sat up on her knees, pulled her shirt off, tossed it on the floor and laid down on her stomach.
"Just open the bra," she said.
He straddled her, opened the bra and pushed it to the sides. He planted his hands on her back and went to work. It didn't take long before she moaned a little from his touch, clearly enjoying what he was doing to her.
"You got magic fingers," she said.
"Told you so," he said.
"If you're that good at using them elsewhere too, I'm so raping you one of these days," she said jokingly.
He chuckled and leaned down to place a soft kiss between her shoulder blades.
"You're a dirty girl. Massage's over," he said before moving away from her.
"But..." She tried.
"But nothing. You can't be trusted around me," he chuckled.
"You're no fun," she pouted.
"How about we watch a movie and you spend the night in here so your back will be better tomorrow when you're going back into the ring?" He asked.
"Really? I just told you I wanted to rape you and you offer me to spend the night here?" She giggled.
"I think I'm strong enough to fight you off," he said and winked.
She got back up and sat on the edge of the bed with her back against him while reaching for her shirt on the floor. He watched her silently as she slipped out of the bra entirely, tossed it on the floor where the shirt had just been and put the shirt back on. She stood up, opened her jeans and pulled them down.
"You like watching me?" She suddenly asked.
It wasn't until then he realized he had his eyes planted on her bare legs and hadn't noticed her turning her head. He had been caught red handed.
"I'm not gonna deny that you're attractive," he said with a goofy smile.
"Yeah yeah, I'm eye candy. You told me that the first evening here," she said and crawled under the covers.
"You're more than that," he mumbled before grabbing the remote. "So what do you wanna watch?"
"Something scary," she answered.
"A horror movie? That should be doable," he said and flipped through the choices on Netflix. "The babadook?"
"Sure, that one's fun," she said.
"Fun?" He chuckled. "You're a weird woman sometimes."
"Only sometimes? Man! Here I was going for all the time," she said.
He shook his head and let out a little laugh before turning the conversation a bit more serious.
"I never got to ask you how you found out where we live," he said.
"I looked in Shane's address book," she said.
"You broke into his office? I should have figured," he chuckled.
"No, I walked into his office. He forgot to lock the door. He was so confused about me and Randy breaking up that he just ran out of his office when everything went down, trying to find Randy to figure out what was going on," she said.
He pressed play on the movie, stripped down to his boxers and crawled under the covers to join her. He turned his head to watch her a bit. She was right there, the woman he had been drooling over for so long but never thought would ever set foot in his house let alone his bed, and he wasn't about to touch her. It was too soon. She had just gotten out of a relationship with a no good son of a bitch and he needed to be sure that she was ready and more importantly, he needed to be sure that she trusted him and actually wanted him too. He didn't want a meaningless one night stand with her. He wanted the whole package that came along with her.
"I apologize in advance if I somehow end up touching you in my sleep. I'm known to be a bit of a cuddler," he said.
"And I apologize in advance if I somehow end up raping you in your sleep. I'm known to be a bit of a psycho," she said.
He roared with laughter while she just looked at him with a smile on her face. She scooped a little closer and he immetiately stopped laughing when she crawled up on his arm and placed her head there and her hand on his chest.
"This is nice," she said and turned her focus to the movie.
"Yes, it is," he agreed.
He didn't see much of the movie. He just watched her lying there, so freaking close, actually touching him, and he still tried to keep his distance as much as possible. How he just wanted to flip her over on her back and show her just how good he was with his hands and tongue but he wouldn't do it. He refused to do it. Maybe someday, hopefully someday, but not now.
He smiled to himself as he heard her breathing change and realized she had fallen asleep. He gently rolled her down on her back, wanting her to stretch it out and get a good night's sleep so it wouldn't hurt in the morning. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her forehead before lying back down to sleep.