Sunday Morning...

"That white one on the end is nice," Marina pointed out of the window at the car rental place in Lexington, Kentucky.

"It's kind of small. You know I need a lot of trunk space for my bags," Della replied. "I think we need an SUV. I like the silver one on the front row."

"I just rented that one. You two can ride to Pikeville with me if you want," Della jumped when she saw Seth's reflection in the window behind them.

"Hell no!" Marina snapped.

"Why'd you say it like that?" he asked.

"Because the last time the three of us were alone together in a closed in space you tried to proposition us for a threesome," she replied.

"I did?" he appeared to be thinking. It didn't take him long to smile. "Oh yeah, a few years back in the elevator. I probably was drunk because in my sober mind, I know Della would never hook up with me."

"Me either! Not then, not now, not ever," Marina flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Thanks for the carpool offer but no thanks."

"Well okay," he shrugged.

Della watched from the window as he stepped outside and loaded his bags in the trunk. She turned to Marina. "You know we both hate driving for extended periods of time."

"Extended? Lexington to Pikeville is only a two hour drive."

"But then after that we have to make the early morning drive to Carbondale, Illinois for Raw. It's like 7 hours," Della pointed out.

Marina relented with a sigh. "Fine, but he better not say anything to me, he better not touch me and I don't even want to make eye contact with him through the rearview mirror while I'm in the backseat!"

"Gosh, Marina, chill out. I think he's calmed down a little from the way he used to be," Della replied. Seth was slowly pulling off but she flagged him down. "Hey, is the offer still good?"

"Sure," he smiled as if he knew they were going to give in. Seth picked up their heavy bags and threw them in the back like they were light pillows. "Alright, let's go."

Della jumped in the backseat which left the passenger seat open. Marina also slid in the backseat.

"Really?" Seth snorted, starting up the car. "If you two are here, I guess the women's tag rumor may have some truth to it."

"We'll see," Della shrugged. "Do you ride solo all the time?"

"Cesaro was my riding buddy but of course The Bar was drafted to Smackdown after Mania," he explained.

"Are y'all going to the house show tonight?" he asked as they pulled into the hotel.

"Nah, Triple H doesn't want us to be spotted before tomorrow," Della replied.

"Do you need me to take you anywhere else before I leave for the arena?"

"Everything appears to be in walking distance so I think we can manage," she said. "But thanks."

Della rolled her bags through the lobby. There were a few fans in the area but they were too focused on Seth to notice them. The elevator opened to reveal Bo Dallas, Curtis Axel and him. She tried her best to look unbothered. She held her head high with confidence and gave him a polite nod as she brushed by him.

Joe: You didn't tell me u'd be on the road wit us.

Della: Y would I? So u could ignore that 2?

Joe: I'm sorry. I was struggling with what happened.

Della: Cool story, bro.

"If we put on a pair of sunglasses and a hat, do you think we can sneak to Applebees?" Della asked Marina.

"I think we'll be okay. All the wrestling fans in the area are probably loading into the arena by now," Marina replied.

"...and a perfect patron margarita," Della said handing the menu back to the waitress.

"How do you think they'll have us debut? Do we attack them backstage? Do we do a run in during their match?" Marina wondered.

"I have no idea but I'm excited," Della chirped. "This is the way I always saw my main roster debut, with you."

"I know right. I would've been so lost stuck in NXT without you if you didn't take the pin."

"It all worked out in the end. Now we have to do a good job with this angle so they never try to separate us again. Even if we aren't a team, we need to show them how well we work together so we can be kept on the same brand when we are called up officially."

HHH: Made it in okay?

Della: Sure did.

HHH: Are you in hiding? You know you can't be spotted and spoil the storyline.

Della: Yep. No worries. We're safe and sound in our hotel. :-)

HHH: *image* Why am I looking at you two?

Della looked around and saw Triple H and Stephanie sitting at a table across the room. He waved. Della looked over at Marina. "Oh shit, I think we should get it to go."

A lot of footsteps were heard coming through the halls of the hotel later that night. Marina looked up. "I guess the house show is over and they've made it back."

Della's phone vibrated on her pillow. Joe. She let it ring. He called again and she sent it straight to voicemail. He tried to facetime her and she ignored that too.

Joe: Okay, I get it.

Della: No, u don't & I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me alone. I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow & I don't need any distractions.


Della knocked on the women's locker room door. Alexa opened it.

"Main roster women only, right?" Della asked smugly, holding up her badge that read: Delecia Jennings 'Della Stone', RAW talent. Alexa stepped aside.

"Della, you look beautiful," Nattie complimented. Della made sure to do her makeup at the hotel in advance to avoid going on national TV looking like a clown.

"Which one of you are hooking up with Seth," Monica asked.

"Eww, neither," Marina stuck her tongue out in disgust.

"What's the eww for?" Sasha asked. "He's a nice guy."

Della and Marina changed into street clothing instead of gear since they weren't getting into the ring tonight. They were on their way to gorilla when they were stopped by Vince.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Gorilla," they replied.

"No, we're doing something different tonight," he said and gave them instructions.

They walked through the concession area wearing oversized hoodies covering their head because if they walked in plain sight fans would have their pictures on every social media platform spoiling their debut.

Della was dizzy as she overlooked the arena from the top. "We're really high."

"I just remembered I'm afraid of heights," Marina whispered.

"Where was this fear when you were moonsaulting off of a 15 feet high balcony on to me?"

"What is 15 feet compared to this! And I had you down on the floor taking the move and catching me. If I come tumbling down here, who's going to catch me?"

"The members of the WWE Universe?" Della snorted.

"Oh please, the only catching they'll be doing is catching the footage while they're filming the fall live on Instagram," Marina laughed.

"I hope they don't do that stupid 'NXT' chant. We've only been there a minute. A second for me since I've only been featured on two episodes."

The match tonight was Sasha, Bayley and Ember vs Alexa, Mickie and Monica.

"Damn, I forgot my ticket!" Marina began panicking. "I left it on top of my bag in the locker room."

"You did but I got it," Della said, pulling two tickets out of her bra and handing one to Marina. "Do we have a cue?"

"No, I think we just start walking," Marina shrugged and took one step down. They'd walked down one level by the time surrounding fans noticed. Production put a spotlight on them and that's when the entire arena popped. Della kept her head down the entire time, she was shaking trying to keep her balance. She didn't know how Roman and the Shield did this every show without stumbling during their run. Marina was holding onto the railing for dear life.

Della didn't feel comfortable until they started walking through the floor seats. They showed security their tickets and security cleared a space for the right up front.

Their directive for this segment was excessive, loud and obnoxious cheering.

"Yaassssss Sasha," Della stood, yelling.

"Come on Bayley!" Marina shouted, clapping.

Sasha walked over to the turnbuckle to yell at them and that's when Monica got her from behind for a roll up. 1..2..3. They exchanged glares.

"Payback's a bitch, huh?" Della said loud enough for the cameras to hear before disappearing through the crowd.

They walked back through the curtain and Mr. McMahon was waiting on them. "We had to cut a segment out which means we have time to add another. When we come back from commercial I want to get a shot of you two walking and talking casually which will lead to an interview with Charly."

"Do we have a script?" Marina raised a brow.

"No time for a script. I don't care what you say just don't drop any f-bombs or major curse words, Della," he replied giving her a stern look. "It's live TV."

"We'll be back live in 45 seconds, Mr. McMahon," the camera guy notified.

The cameraman set up right in front of them. He counted down with his fingers. 5-4-3-2-1 and the light went red and the camera began backing up as they walked forward.

"I guess they're friends again this week," Marina laughed.

"They've been flip flopping with this best frenemies shi...crap for far too long. It's getting old. I guess that's what happens when you have no direction and lose steam," Della commented. "We can't relate."

Charly appeared, walking alongside them. "The WWE Universe is buzzing about your appearance here tonight. Is there a particular reason you showed up in the audience tonight?"

"Marina and I decided to be charitable tonight," Della started.

"Yeah, we love helping the less fortunate," Marina added.

Della took it from there. "Let's be honest, neither of them have the star power or fan support that they had after their debuts."

"Unless they're in one of their hometowns, the crowds just don't care anymore," Marina pointed out. "Can you blame them, though? Sasha and Bayley are just...there."

"Exactly!" Della said. "They needed support out there tonight and we gave it to them. Somebody has to show them that they're not an afterthought and lost in the shuffle among the Alexa's, Rhonda's and Charlotte's of the division."

"But, D, they are!"

"Marina!" Della elbowed her, laughing. "We're supposed to be making them feel better about themselves!"

"Oh yeah, sorry! You know, Charly, I thought this was Monday Night Raw but every time we see those two they're carrying on backstage like it's the Young and the Titleless or All My Divas," Marina said, putting her arm around Della's shoulder. "Well we're the Bold and the Bitchy and we're here to cancel them."

"And cut," the cameraman said and they camera went back to the ring.

"That Bold and Bitchy line was kind of cringe, huh?" Marina asked.

"No...well, maybe but it's better than whatever scripted bullshit they would've given us to recite," Della shrugged. "So am I the Bold or Bitchy?"

"Both," Marina laughed.

"I'm just excited that we're finally wrestling someone on our level. No holding back, no slowing down, big spots," Sasha had her head down on Youtube looking at spots from indie matches. Alexa looked up and rolled her eyes. Sasha had a history of risky spots and that scared Della. She didn't want to be responsible for Sasha hurting herself. Still, she was very excited for the match because like Della, everyone's best match was with Sasha.

Della walked out of the lockerroom to stop by catering and ran into Roman. He paused his steps momentarily and looked like he wanted to say something but changed his mind and kept walking. It may have had something to do with Bobby Lashley lurking in the background.

Raw had been over for a good thirty minutes and the backstage area had been pretty much abandoned but Seth was their ride and he had a dark match with Roman against Ziggler and McIntyre so they had to wait.

"Ready to go?" Seth asked when he was dressed.

"Whenever you are," Della replied, rolling her suitcase. Roman was having a conversation with one of the refs when he noticed them. Della saw him look at Rollins and then back at her with confusion. They continued out to the parking lot.

"Hello," Seth stopped to answer his phone. "What? I don't have anything going on with either, man. We just happened to be in the rental place at the same time and I offered to let them ride with me."

"Oh God," Della sighed.

Seth slid his phone into his back pocket. "That was weird."

"What?"

"Joe just asked me what I had going on with you girls," he revealed.

"Yeah, that is weird," Marina bumped Della.

Seth loaded their bags in the the trunk. They were reading to go when they heard a knock on the Della's window. Roman.

"What the hell?" Seth blurted out.

"Seth, please don't let down the wind.." Della started but it was too late. She was face to face with him now. "What do you want?"

"You aren't answering your phone so I had to get to you some kind of way," Roman explained.

"Just like you didn't answer your phone last week," she countered.

"Wait, what am I missing here?" Seth sounded confused.

Roman sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, Delesia, you've punished me for long enough."

"Punish you?" Della screamed at him. "Do you think that's what this is? No, I punished myself last week over you."

"That's right!" Marina gave her a pat on the back.

"I cried, Joe. After that, I made a promise to myself that I would never let you make me feel like shit again and I'm not going back on it. I'm not a weak bitch and I don't want to turn into one over you!"

He took a step back. "I know I hurt you and I'm sorry. Hearing that I made you cry makes me feel awful. I hate that you had to go through that. I told you last week that I was struggling with my feelings and then you went and did that. What happened in that room was not my fault and I was having a hard time processing it after the fact."

"No, it wasn't in your fault but you enjoyed every second of it and the reason you're chasing me down out here now is because deep down you want it again. You know what your problem is? You want to think that you're such a good man and maybe you are but you made me feel cheap in the process. Just admit it, it makes you feel better when I come to you, when I make the first move so you can still maintain in your conscience that you're innocent. 'It's not me, it's her. She's the one who seduced me. I had no other choice but to go along with it. I'm just a poor, defenseless nearly 300 pound Samoan!' Well, I'm never coming to you again. You want me, you make the first move but you're a coward so that's not going to happen," Della let window up and looked over at Seth who appeared to be in shock. "Drive!"

The ride back to the hotel was quiet and awkward. Marina and Seth were whispering to each other on the elevator. Della showered and browsed Twitter and wrestling forums to see the response to their debut. It was praised.

A knock on the door took her attention away from her iPad. She looked through the peephole and saw Seth standing there with his hands in his pockets. She opened the door. "Hey, I'm here for Marina."

"O...kay," Della raised a brow and went over to the bathroom where Marina was. "Do you have plans with Seth tonight?"

"Yeah, we're going down to the hotel bar for a drink," Marina said, pressing her lips together in the mirror.


Marina's POV.

"I can't believe you actually came out," Seth said as they started down the hallway.

"It's just a drink, bud, calm down," Marina replied. His douchey vibes weren't as strong as before but they were still there.

"Do you think Della will be okay alone?" he said, sounding concerned.

"She'll be fine. I'm really proud of her for putting her foot on his neck tonight. Hopefully that's the end of this dark chapter in her life," Marina said. She hated to see her best friend sad and acting out of character over a married man. Della deserved much better than that. It angered her that Della tossed a nice guy like Elias aside because Marina knew deep down that Della was doing it to keep herself available to Roman.

The elevator closed behind Seth. "Why don't I know you? I know everyone who came through the independent scene from 05 until 2010 when I got signed."

"That's because 2010 was the year I started making a name for myself," she explained. "You were long gone by the time my career got hot."

"It's still pretty hot and so are you," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes in response. "I didn't agree to go with you to get hit on all night. We came down here to gossip, no more no less."

"You must have a boyfriend."

"Or I'm just not interested as I've told you before," she said stepping off of the elevator on the first floor. The lobby was empty and she was glad because the last thing she needed was Rollins fangirls after her if a picture leaked.

"You are too damn beautiful to be so damn mean."

"Your voice is too damn nasally to talk so damn much," she returned to him.

"Oh wow," Seth scoffed in disbelief as they approached the bar. "What are you drinking?"

"Vodka and orange juice," she replied.

"Alright, the lady will have a screwdriver and I'll just take a beer," he ordered. The bar was pretty empty so the drinks came back fast. "I for one am shocked at both. I've never heard of Della hooking up with anyone and Joe was always the good one when we were together. The two most unlikely people, how did this happen?"

"It's a long story but do you remember the night we were on the elevator together?"

"Yeah."

"We were actually supposed to get off on the same floor because Roman invited her to his room. We didn't get off with because we didn't want you in our business...and now you are. Cheers," Marina held her glass up and he met it with his glass.

"He's big on family and never misses an opportunity to talk about his wife or whip out a picture of the boys and of course he's crazy about his daughter so I didn't think he'd ever do anything like this. Do you know how many gorgeous women, 10s I've seen throw themselves at Joe over the years?"

"A zillion?"

"A zillion and one," he confirmed. "Do you know how many he's given a second glance?"

"None."

"Well, one apparently," he shook his head. "Wait until I tell Ambrose."

"You better not!"

"What? He's cool."

"He may be but Renee is not. The second she hears about it, it's going to be all over the women's locker room and if that Elias incident is any indication, those bitches are quick ice someone out. Della is extremely sensitive even though she pretends to be tough."

"I can believe it," he said taking a swig. "We're having a good time, right?"

Marina snapped her neck to look at him, offended. "Sir, it is going to take more than one screwdriver to get me drunk enough to come to your room. Plus, anyone who has internet access can see what you have to offer and it's not enticing."

"Actually, I was speaking in general but since you brought it up, hasn't anyone told you it's not the size of the boat, it's the motion in the ocean?" he cleared his throat.

"You don't look like you have much motion either," she mumbled. "Hell, you drove Zahra to women so you must be doing bad."

"Haha, funny," he replied sarcastically. "First of all, Zahra is as much a lesbian as you are."

"But I'm not a lesbian…"

"Exactly," he winked. "She's a leech trying to stay on my radar and poor Sonya can't even see it. Does that sound like I'm doing bad if someone goes to that extreme."

"The girl sounds psychotic so don't pat yourself on the back over what sounds like the makings of a Lifetime movie."

"What would it be called?"

"The Girl He Cheated With Online or Fatal Attraction 2: Tattoos, Swastikas & Lesbians," she laughed.

"And who'd play me?"

"Hmm, I don't know. I guess someone could inject Avan Jogia with steroids. He's pretty attractive, I guess."

"Ah, so you're attracted to me," he smiled.

"I am? Acknowledging someone as attractive and being attracted to them is two entirely different things," Marina stated. She couldn't deny that he was cute and his body was sexy and now that she was actually talking to him he seemed like a decent guy but she didn't think she was attracted to him.

"Yeah, at least I think you are. I feel like you shit on me as a defense mechanism. You give me a hard time because of the guy you think I am. All of that stuff you're silently judging me on happened years ago and I've grown up a lot and changed since then," he pleaded his case.

"Are you sure about that?" Marina asked.

"Very," he replied confidently.

"Dude, isn't Sarah your live in girlfriend? Unlike Della, I am not interested in being a side chick," she burst his bubble.

Seth took a drink and went quiet for a moment. He turned over his empty bottle. "How about another round?"

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Marina shook her head, amused.


Della looked at the time on her phone. 1:28 AM. She was slowly falling asleep when she heard a knock. She wondered if Marina forgot her key or was too drunk to look for it in her purse. She swung it open without looking through the hole and unless Marina got really Samoan really fast, it wasn't her. "What are you doing here?"

"We need to talk," he said, walking in and closing the door behind himself. Della walked over to the bed and he followed her. "Delesia, I care about you, a lot. The reason I reacted the way I did last week was because I was afraid."

"Of what?"

"When we hooked up four years ago, I liked you immediately but it was still meaningless, empty sex because I didn't know you. Now I do and every time I'm around you my feelings grow stronger and so does my desire to have you. The moment you touched my dick I felt it and not just sexually. It's uncomfortable knowing that I feel this way about someone other than my wife," he confessed.

"Why can't you have me?"

"What do you mean, why? I just said 'my wife'," he replied.

"Are you planning on leaving your wife?"

"No, never, of course not."

"I know this and I'd never put pressure on you to leave her or your family. Do you think I'd ever expose you even if we ended on a bad note?"

"No."

"Have I ever dropped any hints about us? Do I tweet you, retweet you or even follow you? Do I name drop you?"

"No."

"And I won't start doing it either. No one knows and no one has to know. Now that that's been established what's stopping us?"

"This," he said tapping his heart.

"That brought you to my room tonight, didn't it, Joe," she replied. "How does the saying go? Follow your heart...or at least your dick."

He looked at her with intense hunger and bit his lip. Still, he was hesitating.

"I told you, I'm not making the first move. If you want me, you have to initiate," she demanded.

Roman complied, leaning forward to kiss her, sucking her upper lip into his mouth. He took the kiss deeper, parting her lips skillfully and sliding his tongue inside her mouth. She met his tongue with hers, stroking alongside it until she felt him respond by moving his hands to grip her hips. He yanked her forward to aligned her center to his. And he was hard. His erection strained against his sweatpants, she could feel the heat of it through her panties.

"Wait," she pulled back. "I have some terms and conditions."

"Do we have to do this now?" he dropped his forehead to hers while he sucked in breath.

"Yes, before I wake up alone and end up crying again," she said. "Number one, you can't abandon me in a hotel room without word anymore. I don't care if you just tap me on the shoulder while I'm half sleep just to say you're gone. Number two, I'm never going to contact you when you're home but when you're on the road, please don't ignore me. I don't want to feel what I felt last week ever again. Number three, please...fuck me..."

"I think I can comply with all three, especially the third," Roman kissed a path back down her face; forehead, temple, cheeks, lips.

He laid her down flat on the pillow and hovered above her. He kicked his sweatpants down with urgency and she did the same with her panties. There was no foreplay. There was no need for it. She was ready. Roman closed his eyes as he made his entrance inside of her, releasing a guttural groan.

"She missed me," he chuckled.

"We both missed you, Daddy," she said, leaning up to kiss him. It felt wonderful to have him in her again after all these years. She thrusted her hips forward to be sure that he was in as far as possible. That's when she realized... "Joe, you're not wearing a condom."

He didn't miss a beat, stroke rather. "Are you on birth control?"

"Yes, for cramps."

"Okay, no worries."


Meanwhile….

"Della's probably one of the best I've ever seen man or woman but I prefer watching your matches," Seth said.

"I wonder if the leotard sliding up my ass every bump has anything to do with that," she teased.

"Well, that is a bonus but no, I'm serious. When she comes out you know it's going to be epic but I find you much more exciting. You go up to that top rope and do things I've never seen before."

"I've noticed that you've stolen quite a few of my moves. They always look sloppy when you do them…"

"Try to give you a compliment and this is how you do me. Man, I tell ya," she shook his head as the elevator opened on their floor. "We should do this again sometime."

"Eh, I don't know. Maybe if I need someone to vent to about them since you're in the know now but hopefully there is no more them," Marina replied. She reached her room and went for her key. As she slid it into the slot she thought she heard a light moan. She listened again and didn't hear anything. She was thinking it was her imagination until she heard a deep groan.

"What?" he asked.

"Shhh!" she said, pressing a finger to her lip. She opened the door quietly and entered on her tiptoes. Seth was on her trail.

Marina was horrified to find Roman mounting Della from behind and as he did, he leaned down to whisper something in his ear. Marina couldn't understand what he said but Della responded with a moan.

Marina closed the door and shook her head. She didn't have the energy to confront them and decided not to mention it in the morning. This Roman affair was something Della was going to have to deal with alone, heart ache and pain included. She was removing herself from the situation.

"I don't know about you but I'm aroused," Seth commented. "Let's sneak back in there."

"No. I'm gagging at the few seconds we did see."

"What are you going to do?"

"Wait them out I guess," Marina shrugged, sinking down against the wall outside of her room.

"Did you see that passion? They have a lot of catching up to do and will probably go all night," he sunk down on the floor beside her and sighed. "Look, if you promise to stay on your side, I'll let you sleep with me tonight."

Marina contemplated it for a moment. "The second your body makes contact with mine, I don't care if it's your foot at 3 AM, I swear I'm sliding out of your bed and into Sarah's DM. And please, if you must masturbate to your Shield brother getting off, do it in the bathroom."


I've been getting requests for Seth/Marina interactions so there...