"That's the last of it."

The only reply Colby received was the collective groans from the sofas. They had all managed to drape themselves across a piece of the cushioned sofa that felt like clouds after all their heavy lifting.

Wrestlers they were, but movers, they were not.

"I want pizza."

"Yes! Pizza sounds good."

"Can we get pizza?"

"Stuffed crust?"

"Oh and garlic bread?"

"and chicken wings!"

"And a side of coleslaw?"

Rolling his eyes, Colby grabbed the menu and threw it in the direction of the sofas. "You guys are expensive to keep."

"We helped you out of the goodness of our hearts!" Ava shot him a hurt look, a hand clutching at her chest. "Plus Jess said you'd feed us at the end." She muttered, trying to get Kevin's attention as he ran around the living room.

The two toned wrestler shot his girlfriend a look, his eyebrows raised.

"I think I'll take a BBQ pizza." She missed the look at was shot at her and locked eyes with the blonde. "Wanna share?"

"My favourite. Yes!"

An evening of filling their stomachs with all the carbs and chicken imaginable followed, with hardly any of them moving from their spots on the sofa. No one even made a dig at Colby for having an extra cheat day. As the two new homeowners disappeared to put their bed together, he called out behind him. "There's only one blow up bed! Fight between yourselves!"

"I call a sofa!" Ava called out quickly before anyone could speak. She was not moving from her cocooned position on one of the smaller sofas. Pillows supported her every curve and she couldn't move, she refused to. That and she had eaten too much and feared she would have to be rolled off the sofa to actually move.

"Sunshine, you're small and that sofa could easily take one of us."

"I'm not moving." She held his stare, clutching the blanket tightly around her body. "There's two other sofas and a blow up bed."

"Sofa!" Claudio and Neville shouted.

Clenching his jaw, Jon turned back to fix the blonde with a glare.

"Start blowing." She smirked, sinking back against the cushions.

"Sure you don't wanna help a guy out and blow it for me?" he smirked and watched as her mouth drop open in shock. "Nearly there..."

Claudio shoved a sniggering Jon in the back, making him stumble. "Blow it up yourself."

"And be quiet, I'm trying to sleep." The Geordie accent rang out through the room, muffled with sleep.

"Asshole."

The last thing Ava saw before she closed her eyes to let sleep take her was Jon picking up the blow up bed. A smirk touched her lips as her eyes became heavy.

Cramp.

Moaning, she squirmed on the sofa and turned but the flare of spasms spread up her back and she flinched. Back arching off the cushions, Ava rose and squinted her eyes in the darkness.

Her training session the other day at NXT had been more intense than she thought. In the middle of experimenting with different high flying moves with Paige, she had gone down hard. The move looked perfect and in the moment, that was all she cared about. But her back had always been riddled with problems. Wrestling for years on end would do that to you.

Sitting up and stretching, she rose to her feet and was happy she decided to change out of her denim shorts and into sweatpants. She didn't need to add cutting off her blood circulation to her list of problems.

Cursing silently, she shuffled into the kitchen, refusing to turn the lights on and blind herself by the intense light. Squinting, she opened the fridge and then closed it again after she remembered Colby and Jess hadn't done any food shopping yet.

"Cups..." She knew she saw Jess putting them away somewhere. A twinge shot up her spine and she whined as quietly as she could. She had slept in worse places before, much much worse but she still missed her bed. The sofa didn't help her in the slightest.

Reaching up for the cupboard handle and another twinge was felt. Gasping, she reached behind her to try and locate the pain. It was too varied, spasming up and down her spine. Twisting to the side, she felt a creak and a crack and hoped that had fixed it but was quickly silenced when another twinge was felt. Biting through it, she finally reached a cup and filled it up with water and down a couple of pain pills before another twinge could distract her.

Pressing her palms into the black work surface, she sighed and hoped they would start to take effect soon. But until then, she wasn't sleeping.

An idea sparking in her mind, she looked up and began to open more cupboards quietly. "whiskey... whiskey... whiskey..."

The kitchen had too many cupboards. Too many spots to hide away the hard liquors.

Frowning at another twinge, she leant over and continued her hunt.

But that was stopped when a blinding light hit her eyes and squinted back the pain. "Fuck." Moaning, she looked up to find the source. The devil was clearly disapproving of her decision. Who else could be this cruel?

Her eyes found the restless figure of Jon Good and she frowned even harder. Yep, definitely the devil.

"What the fuck was that for?"

"I heard whiskey." She gave him a quizzical look. "I couldn't sleep on the damn blow up bed anyway."

"Can you at least turn off that damn bright light?"

Smirking, he did as she asked surprisingly before turning on the hidden lights underneath the cupboards. He then went on to pull out another glass.

Turning, she slumped down to her knees and opened more cupboards. "He put it smewhere around here." Mumbling, she ignored the twinges as they spread and continued to slide around on their tiled floors. "Somewhere here...ish."

"Ish?"

"Well I don't know the exact spot, but it was around here."

"Ish?" Turning slowly, the blonde fixed him with a glare. "Nice hair by the way." She lifted her hand hesitantly and knew it wasn't pretty when she felt the birds nest of blonde locks. "Makes you look like you've just been fucked. Against a hedge." He sniggered, a smirk lingering on his lips.

"That's would've been a first." She muttered, tugging the hair elastic out of her hair and trying to untangle her hair. Returning to her hunt, she opened the final cupboard and pushed aside several decorative items before she spotted a bottle of whiskey at the back. "Aha!" Raising the bottle in the air, she made to get out but when she twisted, a sharp twinge shot up her back and she moaned out, biting down on her lip.

Seeing her wobble, Jon took a step forward and caught her wrist. "Y'alright?" She gritted her teeth, nodding. He took the bottle of whiskey from her grasp. "If this is the only bottle, you can't drop this."

Fixing him a glare, she just stared. "Can you help me up now that you've saved the bottle first?"

Rolling his eyes, he pulled her up, watching her face closely as she squeezed her eyes shut, pain written across her face.

"The other day with Paige, we were trying out some different moves." Breathing out, she twisted her back and tried to get rid of the spasm. She reached for the bottle and poured them each two fingers of whiskey. Ava took a glug and Jon's eyes opened a touch wider. "I just hope this numbs the pain."

Taking a sip, the Shield member savoured the taste before stepping behind the blonde.

Her head shot up when she felt large hands on her shoulders, "What are you doing?"

"Just shut up for two minutes."

She frowned, her palms resting on the surface in front of her. Then she felt it. His fingers and thumbs pressed into her spine, working downwards, and she spasmed forward, whining. Strong hands kept kneading into her muscles as she relaxed, her shoulders slumping and soon her whines turned into soft moans.

Ava felt his thumbs dig in, but not too hard; it was the perfect pressure to ease the spasming. "There." She flinched when she felt his other hand knead the flesh, the pressure building and then the muscles relaxing. "God, I might just keep you around just for your hands."

He heard her mumblings loud and clear, "I do have other uses, y'know."

She never noticed how rough his voice sounded before, it was like gravel coated in honey. Her eyes opened wider as she felt his hands massage further down her back. His fingers wrapped around her waist as his thumbs continued to knead into her lower back.

It'd been so long that she had been this close to a man; she had forgotten how it felt. Since the rocky ending of her first and last relationship, there had been a void that she had tried to patch up as best she could. But Jon's hands working into her only made her realise how much she missed this contact with another person.

Biting back a moan, she tried not to show him how much she was enjoying this. Although he probably knew already.

"You enjoying this?"

She heard his stifled laughter and launched a fist back to meet his thigh. "Shut up."

"You just need to see physio at the Performance Center. Sure they have one in that fancy ol' center."

"Y-eah." Her words tailed off into a small moan. His fingers had returned to the same spot earlier where the spasms were rooted. "Mmm." Her eyes drifted shut as the pleasure took over from the pain.

Biting back a smile, Jon couldn't help but let his eyes glide over her relaxed body. The curve of her spine, her body soft as his hands worked up and down in rhythmic patterns. Warmth radiated off her in waves. Or was it him that was hot?

Blue eyes found her round backside, the result of many squat exercises, and as her small moans filled the kitchen, he felt his own body twitch. Squeezing his eyes shut, he cursed under his breath.

It was like he was a teenager all over again. Getting excited to touch a woman...

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to think of something other than her backside and how it was only a few inches from meeting his crotch. He was a few inches away from grinding into her and feeling her up. A few inches from showing her some of his other uses. Just a few inches...

His hands squeezed around her and he stilled, feeling more twitches under his sweatpants. Cursing again, he retracted his hands.

"Why'd you stop?" She whined, craning her neck around to fix him with a look.

He blinked, his head swimming with visions of her naked, bent over a surface as he drove into her. Her eyes glancing back at him, burning into him, her moans filling the room. His fist wrapping around her blonde locks of hair and tugging as–

"Ambrose?"

Blinking again, he saw she was now stood up facing him. "Whiskey."

Reaching for his glass, she passed it to him and saw as he gulped it all down. "Wow."

Shrugging, he poured himself another. "Thirsty."

"Yeah, th-that too."

He shot her a quizzical look, before seeing her glance down at his crotch. His foggy blue eyes found the proud tent and he quickly readjusted himself. "Shit."

"You enjoyed that too it seems. Maybe a bit too much."

The mop of dirty blonde hair that covered his head flicked into his eyes, but he was too busy cursing the boner that showed no signs of leaving.

"You need some help with that?" Sending him a smirk, she sipped on her whiskey. Shaking his head, he muttered something under his breath.

Her back felt relaxed, with no spasms crippling her movements. Flexing her spine, she leant back against the kitchen surface, flashing a sliver of skin underneath her NXT t-shirt she wore.

Jon caught sight of the skin immediately and took another gulp. "That doesn't help."

"What?" She wore an innocent look, sipping on her drink.

Growling, he downed the rest of the whiskey and mentally debated whether to go for another or not.

"Thanks... for that. Not that." She pointed at his crotch. "I'm more sorry about that." Stifling a laugh, she downed the rest of her drink and ignored his glare.

"Well, this" He pointed, "is your fault."

Raising her hands in the air, she feigned innocence with a sweet smile. "Whoops." She took one step closer, "well if we've learnt one thing from this, it's that you're not so much an ass when you've got a hard on."

Patting him on the chest, she made to move past him but was stopped by his arm blocking her exit. "Thought you were gonna help me out?" He spoke close to her ear and she felt her body give an involuntary shiver. He felt it roll through her body and smirked in triumph.

Her warm eyes turned on him, glancing down before meeting his stare with a smile. "Maybe next time." She ducked under his arm and went back to her cocoon on the sofa.

Jon's eyes followed her to the sofa, she didn't once look back at him. But that didn't stop the naked visions he had of her. He could still see her bright eyes burning into him, her hands grabbing at flesh and fixing his hard on, one round at a time.

"Fuck." He cursed again, looking down to find a stain on the front of his sweatpants now. Cursing his way up the stairs as his boner throbbed between his legs. Jon quickly found the shower and turned it to cold before jumping in and fixing the problem himself.

His mind repeated what she had said ... next time.

He would hold her to that.

A/N: Quick thank you to all you wonderful, wonderful people for reviewing this little story of mine :) the reviews are like tiny bursts of happiness in my inbox! Things are beginning to pick up now.. I promise!