Thank You For The Memories

Gently Stephens thick fingers stroked over the small of her back under her shirt. Back and forth, back and forth. It was soothing and comforting. Still curled up next to him, she could stay there forever. Vivian had asked him to tell her stories about his life in the WWE - from meeting young children that admired him to overzealous fans that often overstepped boundaries.

It was nice that he trusted her enough to share those stories, some more personal than others. In all honesty, she could listen to him talk all day long, about what she didn't quite care. They'd been lying there for a few hours now – just talking and a exchanging a few kisses here and there. Feeling like she need to wake herself up she knew exactly what was needed.

"I need to shower." Vivian mumbled against Stephens chest, "I didn't get the chance to before dinner."

"Yeh can shower here." Stephen kissed just below her ear, down her throat and over her shoulder. She shuddered and shivered - he already knew exactly what to do to make her a writhing mess.

"I don't have any more clothes or anything here." Vivian gasped as Stephens teeth grazed her skin lightly.

"Yeh don' need clothes."

Vivian let a smile creep onto her face, suddenly thoroughly rested. She sat up and gently tugged on Stephens hand. "Then what are we waiting for?"

Stephen groaned as she dragged him up, obviously extremely comfortable how he had been lying. The power had returned about an hour ago and the wind had died down a little bit, but the rain continued to fall. They both entered the small bathroom, and Vivian found it hard to keep her hands to herself. Stephen had become an addiction in the shortest amount of time – it was going to take one huge distraction to get him off her mind once she returned home.

Vivian was pulled from her thoughts as Stephen turned the shower on, waiting a few moments before sticking his hand under the spray to gauge the temperature of the water. It seemed warm enough as plumes of steam began to fill the room.

"Lass, there isn't much room in 'ere." Turning around, he found Vivian already stripped of her clothes, she was just pushing her black lace panties down her legs and stepping out of them. Gently she placed her hand on his shoulder, helping her to climb into the bathtub. The water was a pleasant temperature as she first of all placed her hands under, followed by the rest of her body. She was aware of Stephen watching her every move.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch me, or are you going to join me?" Vivian turned around, eyes closed, tilting her head back to the water flowed over her hair.

"Ah'm going to watch yeh…for now." Stephens voice was a low rumble and she carefully opened her eyes to see him with one hand braced against the wall. His gaze was skimming over her body, like he was memorising every curve.

"Suit yourself." Vivian spotted some of the hotels shower gel, and knowing she had nothing else to use she reached for it. As she picked it up, Stephen reached out and grabbed her wrist. She let go of the little bottle and glanced up to meet Stephens gaze.

"Ah think yeh'll find that's my job." He licked his lips and let go of her wrist. In one swift movement he had his shirt off and then he started taking off his jeans. It was a sight she wanted to get used to. Once he'd fully stripped he stepped into the tub, now taking up all the space. Gently he turned her around so her back was to him. She held her breath as the water from the shower hit her chest, the room had filled with steam and it was getting hot – but she didn't care.

She felt Stephens hand on her back, the liquid soap in his hand was cool and it made her jump. His other hand came around her front over her belly and she felt herself melt under his touch. He rubbed the soap into her skin so it lathered up. His big hands slipped over her wet skin with ease all whilst he trailed kisses over her neck. With a thud she was pulled into his chest and the feeling of him behind her had her knees feeling weak.

Just as Vivian was getting used to his touch, he slipped his hand between her thighs making her gasp. In shock, she clawed at his arm, her nails digging into his fine pale skin. "Stephen," She only managed to say his name in one rushed breath.

"Yes?" She could tell he was grinning by the way he spoke. He ran one thick finger over her before gently rubbing her clit. She thought she was about to crumble to the floor.

"More." Vivian tried to move as the water continued to spray over them but Stephen had a strong grip on her. "Please, Stephen."

"Right here in the shower?"

"Mmm-hmm." Stephen finally loosened his grip and Vivian seized the opportunity to turn around and run her hands over his body. She trailed her fingers down his wet abdomen, disturbing the water that had settled in the muscled grooves. Tentatively she wrapped her hand around his hard length, stroking up and down.

"Get back against the wall." Stephen growled and Vivian saw the intensity in his eyes. She did as he asked, her back pressing against the cold tiles. It made her shiver, her whole body reacting to the temperature drop. "Stay right there."

Vivian didn't intend on going anywhere, but Stephen quickly jumped out of the tub. He picked up his jeans rummaging around until he eventually pulled out his wallet. Just like before he ended up with a sealed condom in his hand and as he stepped back into the tub, Vivian took it upon herself to take it from him, ripping into the packet. She rolled it down his thick shaft and before she knew it she was lifted up into Stephens arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped onto his shoulders. The shower was still running but neither of them were directly under the water anymore.

"Ah won't let yeh fall." Stephen murmured against her throat and Vivian only nodded in return. She knew he wouldn't in every sense.

She slipped on the wet tiles behind her back but Stephen had her held tightly against him. He kissed her hard and pushed into her - wet, slick and oh so tight. She moaned at the sheer size of him, still not used to how big he was. But just like before the pleasure kicked in and it was worth it. His big hands were settled on her backside as he thrust into her. His movements were slow and purposeful to start off with, drawing out long moans from her. She couldn't help it – everything felt so good.

The look in his eyes changed and he drove into her with such power her nails raked across his back. He continued to hold her up with one arm, his other hand moving so he could slide his thumb across her clit. She arched her back at the contact, feeling a lick of pleasure roll over her. He did it again and her breath caught in her throat. Stephens lips trailed across her shoulder, gently nipping at her skin as his thumb continued to rub over her clit again and again. It was the start of her undoing. He was relentless and fast. Every stroke making her tumble towards ecstasy.

Her legs tightened around him, trying to keep up with the pace but she struggled. His name slipped of her tongue along with a few words she couldn't quite make out herself. Stephen buried his face into her neck and deep groan rumbled from his chest. His bruising grip moved to her hip, squeezing roughly has he came.

He brought his hand to the back of her neck, stealing a hard kiss as he stopped moving. They stayed there for a minute. Everything was a hazy blur, only able to hear the running of the shower and the pounding of her heart. Slowly Stephen set her down but kept her close. He turned the now cold shower off before reaching for a towel. Vivian couldn't formulate words as he wrapped it around her and picked her up, carefully setting her down outside of the tub.

Vivian held the towel with one hand as she brushed water off her face. Her legs felt weak, almost like they were about to give under her weight. She had her back to Stephen but she heard the toilet flush and before she knew it he had turned her around, a towel now slung around his waist.

Stepping into Stephens embrace Vivian held onto him, still unable to stand upright without feeling her legs wobble. He pulled the towel around her tighter and gently rubbed down her arms. They moved into the warm hotel room, both unfazed at the prospect of being naked around each other. She couldn't get rid of the smile on her face.

"Someone's happy." Stephen swiped his thumb over her cheek, getting rid of a drop of water.

"You make me happy." Vivian said without thinking, watching Stephens eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "I mean, after a performance like that."

"Ah'll take that compliment." Stephen grinned, stepping away from Vivian to move towards the bed. Vivian turned as her eyes followed him. "Yeh going to join me?"

Stephen stretched his arms above his head before he sprawled out on the bed again. His wet hair was spiked up in all directions, droplets of water slipping down his chest. Vivian was finding it hard to believe this wasn't some kind of incredible dream. Maybe if she got her hands on him again, she'd know. She tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear, already knowing that it was turning into loose curls as it dried. Eventually she moved over to the bed again, crawling across the soft duvet to get into Stephens warm embrace. He kissed her shoulder and down her arm as far as he could reach.

Vivian looked up at Stephen, amazed at how far they had gotten to know each other in such a small amount of time, how well they got on - everything was easy. Everything was just…right. That didn't stop her mind from going places they shouldn't. Stephen was a catch, she'd be crazy if she didn't linger over the thought of dating him for even one second.

"What happens when we leave?" Vivian asked the inevitable question that lingered in her mind even though it pained her to do so. The only problem was, she hadn't actually intended to say it out loud. She was just wondering to herself.

"Ah don' have an answer for that." Vivian felt her chest contract, trying her hardest to stop the feeling of rejection rushing through her body. It hurt, but what could she do? This was a just a fling that fate had decided to throw their way. A fun - albeit scary at times - evening together was all they had.

The silence was sickening. She waited for him to continue, to tell her they would work things out, that she was worth the hassle of seeing again even if they lived so many miles apart. It didn't come, and Vivian felt more foolish as each stretched out second ticked by.

"Ah've enjoyed yeh company though." Stephen smiled as he said those words. Should she take that as some kind of compliment? Unsure, she sat up, trying to recapture whatever modesty she had left.

Save face she told herself.

"I'm going to go, it's late and I don't really know what's happening in the morning." Vivian uttered as she scrambled out of the bed and away from Stephen.

"Ah thought yeh wanted to stay the night?" She heard the confusion in his voice but that didn't stop her.

"It's easier this way," Vivian gathered up her clothes, trying to put each item on as quick as possible before she broke down. She was an emotional wreck, all because she'd forged an attachment. One that she'd burned into her mind not to make. "For me, it's easier."

"Vivian, ah can't promise yeh anything. Ah'm no' in the position to make a long distance relationship work. Yeh a lovely lass-" Stephen was hovering around her as she finally pulled her top over her head. He'd put some jeans on but that was all.

"Don't." Vivian shook her head, "Don't humour me."

Vivian felt his hand on her shoulder as he said, "Ah'm sorry yeh thought this was more."

Vivian narrowed her eyes, rejection slowly turning into something much worse. Anger. The door seemed a million miles away. Every step she took thundered through her body, echoing through her head. It was awful. Gripping onto the door handle she turned around and said in a blunt voice, "Thank you for dinner and the amazing sex."

It was an abrupt exit, one she'd seen in movies and had always wanted to recreate at some point. Why she'd chosen this exact moment she'd never know. Before she knew it she was out in the hallway, the door closed behind her. She felt numb, stupid and above all she felt like she was turning into some crazed lunatic. Turning around she lifted her hand to knock on the door. What the hell was she doing? She couldn't go back - her cheeks flushed with embarrassment over how she'd acted. And worst of all, she'd known all along that their time together wouldn't stem into a relationship.

Retreating from the door, Vivian felt her emotions spill over. She'd never felt like this before. She'd never wanted like she thought Stephen wanted her. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she dialled one of her colleagues, hoping they had some information on when they would be out of her. She wanted to leave the humiliation in Dublin and wish that it wouldn't follow her home.


A/N – Thank you shakeitsalome, boston246, charmedbyortonbarrett, ThatGirl54, Blackhat and prettybaby69 for the lovely reviews, you guys keep me going! Lou x