7

Dottie was going to be the death of him. Fergal had a hard time thinking about sleeping while the little minx slept with her head on his shoulder.

She laid almost stalk still as he closed his mouth around her small pert nipple for the first time. She wasn't big in female standards, small yet still a handful for him. But she was just as receptive as a real woman would be. Her little mewling sounds she made drove him near a brink as he staved off his own desires just so she could feel hers. When she had to physically put his hand on her, then physically show him her breast without fear, he'd almost lost it right there in that bed.

What happened next as he grew hard for her, almost harder than anything he'd ever experienced, she'd fallen asleep. He realized what happened when he stopped hearing her moans and looked up.

No, it didn't get him angry. Though it was difficult to walk as he headed to the bathroom to take care of his needs. He'd come back and straightened out the bedding, then he had to cover Dottie. He couldn't look at her in just a bra and one of his shorts.

Then he laid awake for what seemed like hours. He thought about her, thought about the things he'd done to her and how she responded to him. Her sounds, how after a little while of sucking on her nipple he found her hands at the back of his head as her fingers raked over his scalp.

Fergal was too scared to even lay her up against him, yet she seemed to seek him out even in sleep. She curled herself into a slight ball as she hugged his arm while she pressed her head against his shoulder..

Dottie O'Connor was going to be the death of him one of these days.

At around two in the morning he had fallen asleep. Only to wake up when the bed was moving. When he opened his eyes, he found Dottie's chest hovering over him as she reached across him to the night stand.

"Lovely?" He wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a kiss into her ribs. "What're you doing?"

"My phone, it's going off." She said as she swung one knee across him, as if to straddle his hips while she grabbed her ringing phone. "Hello?"

He figured it was Cait calling to see how their night had gone. Considering the movie idea hadn't panned out due to other things coming up, so to say, he didn't mind. He didn't mind her sitting on him like that, her fingers rubbing up and down his stomach and his chest.

Though when her face fell like a load of stone, Fergal's hand rested on her hip.

"Mom, why are you doing this?" She asked. "No, I don't want to come home."

He furrowed his brows as he looked at her. Dottie stopped rubbing his stomach and was rocking, one sure sign that she was getting agitated, scared or something else.

"Mom, no. Don't...no of course not. But why did you have to do that. Why?" Her voice became more desperate.

Sitting up on his elbows, Fergal watched his girlfriend. She was close to crying.

"You can't do that." She said. "You can't just do that. I'm not a little kid anymore. I can do this."

Whatever her mother was saying it was tearing at her.

"What?" He asked quietly, running his hand up and down Dottie's arm.

"Cait won't let you do that. I like this job, Mom. I like what I do, I like who I am with. I am not giving it up." She hit the red end call button and promptly turned and chucked her phone across the room.

Her hands went to her hair, covering her ears as if hearing something bad coming. She ducked down, her forehead touching his chest.

"Dottie, what happened? What did she do?" Fergal asked.

"She somehow contacted Mr. McMahon. She voiced her concerns that you may be taking advantage of me so she reported him and the company to APS. And you, too."

"A P S? What's that?"

"Adult Protective Services. Because I'm from Buffalo, New York, she contacted that branch. They are going to be contacting my employers, and having a face to face interview with me and everyone I know to make sure that I am not being abused or exploited."

He grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled her up the bed towards him. Fergal had to get her hands off her hair, especially when there had been times he'd seen her pull her own hair out of her head. He pressed his thumbs into the center of her palms and she looked at him.

"We need to tell Cait, soon. Maybe there is a protective order we can do against your mother." He said.

She sniffled, he could feel the hot tears hitting his chest. Fergal finally sat up all the way and hugged her.

"It's okay, Dottie. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You're doing just fine." He pushed his fingers through her hair then looked at her nearly topless upper half. "You should probably get a shirt on."

"Why?" She wiped at her eyes.

"Because I really, and I do mean really, like seeing you with almost nothing but a bra and my shorts on."

She laughed, though it was followed by a small sob she did look at herself.

"I liked what you did last night." She said.

"Yeah? And what did I do last night that you liked so much?"

Her eyes squinted, her lips puckered up some and she glanced down at his chest. Scooting back, to the point she was covering his semi hard crotch, Dottie leaned down and kissed his chest. First it was the center and then she moved over to his right nipple, mimicking the actions he had done to her the night before. She kissed, sucked and drew the nipple in between her teeth. While she worked on his right nipple, her fingers were lightly playing with his left.

She really was going to be the death of him. Because anytime she moved, shifting from where she was sitting atop of him, she press into his ever growing dick. She was driving him mad with desire and she didn't know it.

"Stop, Dottie please." He ran his fingers through her hair.

She did. "Am I turning you on?" She even had a small smile. So she did know what she was doing.

"Lovely, you don't know how hard you're making me." He pulled her down but flipped them, so that he was on top of her.

She giggled, the happiness she had came back to hit him in the chest as Fergal got to his hands and knees. Leaning over her as she giggled, her hair going every which way, Fergal kissed her.

He felt her foot rubbing his calf, since he'd taken both of her hands in his while he kissed her. Nipping at her lower lip, Fergal finally pulled back.

"You're beautiful, Dottie." He said.

"You're extremely handsome." She replied as she rubbed his thighs.

Fergal had to get off of her. He had to stop looking at her chest, her green eyes, the way his body was reacting to the little minx. He did give her one more kiss before excusing himself to the bathroom.

Having to relieve himself of the discomfort was hard to do, he didn't want her to hear what he was doing on the inside of that bathroom. He stood in the shower to do it. Fergal bit his lip as he rested his head against the shower stall, thinking of nothing but what he had seen. The sounds Dottie made and what she had done to him earlier. Her turned the shower on to hide the groans that slipped from him.

He'd came faster than anticipated.

Luckily Dottie was dressed in pants and a BC logo shirt when he got out. She was already packing her things up. She had a small smile on her face, she was even humming. After that episode earlier, he hoped he could keep her happy and safe.

There was a knock on the door, and low and behold it was Cait. The moment Cait and Colby stepped into the room Dottie's face fell. Her happiness had disappeared along with the smile he'd grown so fond of.

"Dottie, what's wrong? Did something happened?" Cait asked as she walked up to her sister.

"Mom called me this morning. I kind of broke my phone."

"She has one bloody good throw." Fergal said.

"Mom has requested that APS checks up on me, to see if I am not being abused or exploited." Dottie rubbed the back of her hand. "She contacted Mr. McMahon about me. I don't want to go back to her place, Cait. I don't want to leave the road. You or Fergal or our friends."

"You're not. We'll get through this together, Dottie. All of us."

"Cait, I'm scared. I don't want to go back to mom."

"You're not. Not while I'm around."

"Come here, Dot." Colby said as he opened his arms.

She hugged him without question. Colby hugged her but he looked at Fergal. Colby was now almost like a brother to her, of course he was scared for her. After dating Cait for almost as long as Fergal and Dottie, he'd grown close to them.

"Let's go get something to eat on the way out, yeah?" Fergal looked at Cait.

"Yeah, we should and then head out to the house shows."

Dottie stepped away from Colby and she headed back over to her bags. She made eye contact with Fergal, her eyes glancing down at a certain area of his body, one that came awake again when she ran her hand over his hip as she walked by him.

"Minx," he mumbled.

They got their things together and left the hotel. Renee, Jon and Joe were heading to Raw together while Fergal and Colby traveled with their girls. They would meet up Thursday in Cincinnati for a series of house shows before they had a Raw show down south.

Dottie held his hand, her head laying back against the head rest. She'd been quiet since leaving the hotel. She'd been quiet since they ate breakfast, which consisted of waffles and syrup and some milk for her. She was quiet for a majority of the ride and it was starting to worry him. They still had hours, maybe a lay over at a hotel, before they got to their destination.

Adult Protective Services, that word bounced around his skull for a while. It was one of those things that he himself couldn't make sense of. Dottie needed help, yes, but he was far from abusive and she agreed to doing this for the company. He knew she needed to work twice as hard as someone who was used to it, someone like Drew, someone like himself. Sure she was becoming more independent, going out to shop on her own.

"When we get to the next performance city, we need to go to Jo Anne Fabrics." Fergal said. Dottie looked over at him but didn't say anything.

Cait looked back at him. "Why?"

"Dottie found a shirt she wants to make." He caught Dottie looking at him. "I think it's nice she can do it."

"Maybe." Dottie mumbled. "I didn't do it right the last time."

"Yeah so? Doesn't mean you can't do it right this time. And remember, you have to keep trying." He pulled her leg over his lap.

"I think that's a good idea." Colby said as he was driving. "It's different than just fixing clothes all the time."

"And closer to what I do all the time when designing merchandise for the superstars." Cait said.

Maybe if they did that, they could get Dottie's mind off of what was going on with her life. The last thing he wanted was for her to worry all the time.


They found a Jo Anne Fabric store in Cincinnati after doing some Google searches at least. The four of them walked there from the hotel they were staying at and they split up when they got in. Cait and Colby headed towards the new Halloween section that was up while Dottie and Fergal headed for the store's name sake, the fabric.

Dottie had a list of things that she needed. A certain type of fabric, thread for her machine. She seemed to know what she was looking for, Fergal just followed.

Watching his Dottie smiling and looking at things was almost a child like manner she had a great skill at. Even if he was the one carrying the hand basket, she was happy.

"Legos." She mumbled, seeing one pattern in particular.

Flannel, for pajamas no less, was decorated with the various Lego Marvel characters. She ran her thumb and finger over the fabric, then sent him a side long glance. Her lips puckered a little bit, eyes sort of squinting.

"No, not right now." She said to herself and then walked along the row of bolts of fabric.

He hardly said a word or asked a question because Dottie bounced around from one thing to another. Even when she was standing in front of something, she'd step up on the balls of her feet as if to toe raises. He'd do that sort of thing for his calves but Dottie was doing it for a different reason.

"No, too scratchy." She passed a blue bolt of fabric.

"May I help you with something?" An employee of the store asked.

"I'm looking for a cotton material in red that would make a Greek tunic shirt." Dottie looked at the woman. "Please."

"Cotton fabrics are two rows over that way. Let me show."

Dottie nodded and then followed. Of course Fergal followed Dottie's rather nice butt in those jeans.

She'd found a reason to look happy. Dottie found a bolt of fabric that she deemed appropriate and asked for several yards of it.

"Will that be all for today?" The employee asked, someone who looked like a grandmother that loved crafting for a living.

"Um, patterns. Do you have those pattern pouches?"

The woman nodded. "Yep, right over here. Are you trying to make something in particular?"

"I want to do something, I sew rips and tears for my job. If I can do that then I can make a shirt, right?"

"Sure you can." The woman smiled.

Fergal watched Dottie pick out pattern pouches, for what seemed like the weirdest things. Even a few purses were in the mix as she put them in the basket. He didn't tell her she couldn't, or shouldn't, get something. She would consider something, look at the price and if it was something she wanted she would put it in the hand basket.

He glanced over and looked at a shelf. There were some fake plastic flowers and then a grin slowly spread across his face. He picked up a bouquet of roses and held them up to his face, watching his girl through the stems.

"Fergal?" She asked as she turned to look at him.

"Hi, Lovely." He looked around the roses. "I think I'll get these."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

She looked at him. "What are you going to do with them?"

He looked at the roses and put them back. "Actually, I think I'll just get one." He'd seen the fabric glue she had selected and had an idea in brainstorm form going on. He put one rose in the basket and looked at her. "Ready?"

"Yes, I think I'm done here. Can you text Colby and tell him that we're going to check out?"

"Sure thing."

Though as they were at check out, and Dottie looking at the costs of the items, Fergal pulled his wallet out.

"What are you doing now?" She asked.

"I'm buying our purchases." He replied.

"This is my stuff. That's yours." She pointed to the single rose. "I can get my own things, Fergal. I have enough for these things."

He raked his gaze over her. "You don't want me to get these things for you?"

"This is my stuff. I chose them. They are for my project. I want to get them myself." She pulled her small wallet out of her back pocket.

"You got me those Legos."

"Yes but I called your mom and asked her if I could use her money to get them. It wasn't with my own money." She took her debit card out.

She wasn't going to let him get those things. Dottie even pushed his hand away, her face scrunched up as she paid.

"Are you mad at me?" Fergal asked.

"I'm not mad at you, a little put off. I want to do these things for myself. I don't need someone to do them for me." She said as she signed her name on the check out screen.

"You know it's not always such a bad thing that someone does something for you, Dottie." Colby said. "It's good that you want to be independent but sometimes people want to do something for you out of the kindness of their own heart."

Dottie looked at him, but the moment she started to open her mouth to speak, he kissed her quiet.

"Next time we do something, I pay." He said when he pulled back.

The cashier was smiling as she rung up the single rose. Dottie had gone so red in the face it almost matched her hair.