Chapter 9 - Is It Hot In Here?

The soft body moved around in his arms as his chocolate brown eyes blinked open and looked down. A small smiled crept across his face when he noticed she was facing him and her face was buried in his chest. He'd gotten warm during the night and pulled his beater off; which kept him in his shorts. His lips kissed the top of her head as he felt her move a little more.

"Morning." A soft whisper mumbled into his chest.

"Morning beautiful." Seth softly replied as his arms tightened around her body pulling her closer if that was even possible. "How did you sleep?" He asked curiously; knowing she had insomnia some nights, but also noticed the last time he stayed with her she slept through the night and last night she did the same while wrapped in his warm embrace.

"Good…" Kali stated as she looked up. "What are you doing with your shirt off Mr. Rollins?" She whispered.

Seth chuckled. "Sorry beautiful I got warm and I didn't want to turn the air on. I'm not quite used to sleeping in a bed with someone. Your cold ass feet chilled me." He smirked as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers softly. He felt her pushing up to get to him better. Seth moved a little and pulled her up slightly so she could reach him without straining. Seth nearly lost it when her hands went to his stomach and she was feeling the contours of his abdominal muscles.

Seth groaned softly with her soft touch; almost as if she didn't want to hurt him. He pulled his lips back from hers and could see her lips swollen from their kissing as he was panting to catch his breath. "I think we better stop beautiful. I don't want anything happening when I know you're not ready for it."

Kali's eyes widened as she suddenly scrambled out of the bed. "Sorry…" She whispered as she grabbed her suitcase and headed for the bathroom. She couldn't believe what had done.

"Shit." Seth cursed under his breath as he jumped out of bed and slid to a stop in front of her. "Wait – don't be sorry beautiful." Seth stepped forward as he gently grabbed both of her hands and pulled her closer to him. "I didn't mean it in a bad way. I just know whatever is happening between us; I want to take our time, we're not in any kind of rush to do anything more than what we are already doing."

Kali swallowed. "I know, but I don't want you treating me like I'm made of glass either. I'm not a virgin Seth." She stated lowly; as her eyes went to the floor of the hotel room.

Seth smiled softly. "Okay fair enough." He pulled her closer to him. "You do amazing things to my body beautiful and I don't want us to rush into a sexual relationship just yet. I want you to get your normal voice back." He smirked as he took her hand and kissed her knuckles and slid it down his chest, flat stomach to the bulge in his cotton shorts. "That way when I slip this into your beautiful body; I can hear you moan and scream my name at a nice loud volume."

Kali's eyes widened when she felt Seth excitement against the back of her hand as a full blush erupted from her toes to the top of her dark honey blonde hair.

Seth chuckled hard as she blushed 15 shades of red. "I'm very blunt and straight forward beautiful; sex is a natural part of a fully functioning relationship and believe me I DO want to have sex with you, but I want to make sure that not only am I comfortable with it but you are as well. And I refuse to rush you or hurt you if you're not ready and as I stated you're not ready." Seth lifted her chin as he leaned down and softly kissed her lips. "But I can wait until you are and we'll both know what that is. Go shower and get ready I'm going to call Nick and tell him you're traveling to Smackdown with the Shield today." He winked down at her.


Loralie was sitting in her seamstress office as she was looking over the stitches in Stephen Farrelly's new wrestling tights. The man had a crazy body that wouldn't quit and what she wouldn't give to have him model these for her…without his athletic supporter. Though her mind kept going back to Dean Ambrose and the way he was staring at her the night before.

Every time she started to have a normal dream last night somehow it would turn into some X rated porno in her brain staring her and Dean. She shook her head as she suddenly realized Dean was supposed to have brought her his cargo's to fix and he never did; that was almost 6 weeks ago.

Ok.

Fine.

If he wanted to be that way she was going to sneak attack him. He wanted her help and now he was being weird. She still had a job to do and damn it he would let her. She grabbed her notepad and tape measurer and stalked down the hallway to the Shield's locker room before she knocked on the door.


Roman and Dean were sitting in the locker room; Seth had walked Kali down to catering and were getting something to eat. Roman had already dressed in most of his ring attire as he pulled his black spandex beater on and grabbed his vest; he would wait to get that on until they had to head up to the concession stands for their ring entrance.

Roman stood as pulled his long hair back into a bun and looked at Dean. "I'm going to head down and bug Emilia a little bit; we've still got 2 hours before the match." Technically it was Dean's match but Roman and Seth would be at ring side as always. Roman and Seth had their match the night before on Monday Night Raw. He watched as Dean nodded in understanding and he disappeared out the door.

A few minutes later a knock broke Dean of his thoughts of Loralie. He stood up and growled. "Go away! No body's here!" He grumbled when the knocking got louder. Clearly they weren't going away. He stood and yanked the door open. "WHAT…?" He stopped mid-yell as his favorite pair of emerald green eyes were staring back at him. "Um, sorry – how can I help you?"

'New Pussification Club Member –Dean Ambrose – Come On Down!'

He mentally face palmed himself.

Loralie looked up at him. "You asked me to fix your pants but you never came back. It's been 6 weeks, do you want help or do you want to keep wrestling in pants that are uncomfortable?" She asked honestly.

Dean opened the door all the ways and stepped aside. "C'mon in – thanks for remembering; I kind of forgot that I asked you."

Loralie shook her head as she stepped in and heard him close the door behind her. "So do you want me to fix your pants or make you new ones?" She asked as she pulled the pencil out of the raven colored hair piled on her head.

"Oh – um…I would say whatever is easiest for you since you're the one who has to do it." Dean answered honestly. He didn't want her going out of her way if it was a simple fix.

"Take your pants off."

"I'm sorry what?" Dean asked slightly taken aback by her request.

Loralie couldn't help laughing. "Take your pants off…I know this isn't the first time a female has requested to see you in your undies, but whether I fix your pants or make you new ones I need to measure your bottom half and you need to be semi naked for it; well not semi naked but in your underwear is good because I have to get as close to your skin as possible."

"Oh God…I don't know if I can do that Miss Thompson." Dean stated honestly.

"Okay and why not Mr. Ambrose?" She asked as she locked eyes with him.

"Because I haven't been home in week and I sort of forgot to…umm." Dean sucked his cheeks in making his dimples more noticeable. "I forgot to pack extra underwear so I'm…ya know – not wearing any." He felt his cheeks heat up.

Did he really just admit he wasn't wearing underwear?

Did Dean Ambrose just blush?

"That's great…You're not wearing underwear…I haven't worn any for years." Loralie's eyes widened as she mentally slapped herself across the face and screamed 'SHUT UP MORON' to herself.

Loralie's mind started to suddenly race at not only his admittance but hers as well. Holy shit! There is nothing between that man and his manly parts and his delectable backside; just jeans and all him.

Is it hot in here?

Loralie's eyes snapped to the crotch of his jeans and could SEE the zipper straining against whatever he was PACKING in them. Her eyes snapped shut as she shook her head and turned away from him. It's definitely getting hot in here.

Dean couldn't tell if she was going to freak out or pass out.

Clearly it was option two as she suddenly started to fall to the ground and Dean caught her before she hit. He couldn't help chuckling as he carefully swung her up into his arms and carried her down to the trainer's office.

"Well that went better than I thought it would." Dean mumbled.


Seth watched as Kali made a salad that consisted of lettuce, tomatoes, carrot shards, purple cabbage, hard boiled eggs, sunflower seeds, raisins and ranch dressing. "You have a very peculiar way of eating Miss Nemeth." Seth pointed out before taking her hand which wasn't occupied with a fork and kissed her knuckles and kept her hand in his and rested it on his black cargo covered thigh.

"Really Mr. Rollins, two Chili cheese dogs with extra chili. At least if you can't beat your opponent in the ring tonight you can gas him out." Kali stated before she stifled a giggle. "The caterer's chili is like napalm on your stomach. I'll be surprised if you have any stomach lining left after those."

Seth patted his stomach hard a couple of times. "I've got an iron lined gut. Believe me these won't even make a dent in my inner armor." Seth leaned over and kissed the side of her neck. "No worries beautiful I'll be fine. I've eaten worse before a match." He cleared his throat. "Besides Dean's the one wrestling tonight, not me." He took a bite of his chili dog and chewed and swallowed before sipping his water. "Hey you never said what Stephanie is having you do now."

Kali swallowed the bit of salad in her mouth as she wiped her mouth with her napkin. "She's going to have the assistants to the shots at sing side for PPV's, Raw, Smackdown and house shows. I will supervise all the shots and I have the last word in what gets sent to corporate. I'll be doing the photo shoots backstage for the promotional stuff. She knows how much I hate being out there; even when I was a valet I hated the crowds so she's simplifying it for me."

Seth didn't cherish the fact she was out there where the action was; it was too much of a risk for her to get hurt if someone fucked up a move. Plus it was less stress on her in the back.


Aqua eyes snapped open as reality set in. "Ugh baby…don't you have a match tonight?" A soft moaning voice asked as her boyfriend continued to kiss down her neck to her collar bone; his fingers were searing through the cotton material of her skirt.

Emilia was never one to stop a gorgeous man from his advances but if he had a match and they continued down the path they were going…someone's thigh muscles would be jelly and she was going to be at fault if she didn't stop it now.

"Nope…" Roman chuckled against her throat as he suddenly lifted her from the desk he had her perched on and felt her legs wrap around his waist as he moved over and pressed her back into the wall. He had locked her office door the minute he walked in and he already knew what he was going to do to her. She knew what the little cotton skirt would do to him. The second he was in her office he had lifted her and planted her on her desk already taking note she'd kicked her heels off; they were no doubt somewhere under the desk.

Roman pressed his pelvis against her and held her against the wall as he pulled back and worked her polo shirt up and off her torso; expertly unsnapping her bra with two fingers that was the next to go along with grabbed the crotch of her panties and giving them a nice solid tug and ripping them to shreds. "I'll buy you more." He promised as he freed his already painful erection and slowly began to push past her slick folds; feeling her as she expanded and stretched to accommodate his girth. As soon as he was balls deep he stopped and rested his forehead against her shoulder

"Roman…" Emilia moaned softly into his ear. She was always up for his impromptu romps; clearly tonight was no different. She pulled the rubber band from his hair and slipped it around her wrist before running her finger through his beautiful raven locks.

Roman growled against her shoulder. "That's what I like to hear baby. Let me hear you moan." He requested as he pulled out and thrust back in causing Emilia to yell out as she weaved her fingers into his hair and tightened her grip. "Don't pull the hair gorgeous or you know what will happen." He growled out the warning between clenched teeth.

Emilia gasped for air as he pulled out and thrust back in once again. "I can't help it; you feel so good buried in my body baby." She tightened her fingers once more as he repeated the thrust again. He was intentionally working her body into a frenzy; he enjoyed watching her lose control of her body. He wanted the lust and desire to take over. He loved bringing that out in her.

Roman would be the first to admit - not many women could match his animalistic side in bed, but Emilia could match him and then some. He loved getting her fired up because she could and would give him the ride of his life. He loved a woman who could take charge and tell him exactly what they wanted. Roman pulled back from the wall and walked over to the couch in her office. He wasn't sure how it got there but he silently thanked the back stage crew as he sat down with Emilia straddling his lap. "You know what I want babygirl. Now give it to me."

"Say it!" Emilia growled against his lips.

"You want me to say it?" He asked as his fingers dug into her thighs as her fingers tightened into his hair. Oh yea she was going to fuck him up; figuratively and sexually.

"Say it Roman!" She demanded as she released his hair from one hand and pinched his nipple which earned a full body growl from him.

Roman kissed between the valley of her breasts. "Ride…" His lips burned a path up her throat. "My…" His lips scorched hers in a flammable kiss that sent molten lava coursing through the veins in both their bodies. "Dick…" He mumbled against her lips.

Emilia let out a long moan at his dirty mouth; that was what really got her going and he knew it. "Whatever you want baby…"

His request did not fall on deaf ears and it would not be denied; not now, not ever.


Emerald orbs fluttered open as her foggy head wouldn't allow her to think clearly.

"Hey Loralie, welcome back." Michael stated from next to her. "You ready to sit up?"

Loralie looked over at Michael the WWE doctor on the tour. She slowly sat up as she grabbed her head. "Oh God, what happened?"

Michael chuckled. "Well apparently the heat was turned up way too high in the building and a few people were passing out from it. You passed out and Ambrose brought you down here."

"Oh my God, how embarrassing." Loralie shook her head before her emerald eyes searched the trainer's room and saw a few of the Diva's down and a couple from the back stage crew and production team; but she didn't see Dean anywhere – of course he wouldn't stay, why would he?

"Dean had to leave to get ready for his match. He wanted to stay but Hunter told him he would be no good to you until you woke up." Michael smiled softly. "You're probably going to have a head ache for a few hours. Stephanie and Hunter are sending the few of you that passed out back to the hotel; she's got cabs out back you're stuff has already been loaded into it."

Loralie shook her head as she carefully stepped down from the exam table. "Thanks Michael."

"Call my cell if you need anything or feel a symptom you're not familiar with." Michael watched as she nodded and gave him thumbs up as she walked out of the room.

There was no way in HELL she was going to stay and further her embarrassment if Dean showed up to check on her. Fuck all that she'd just about embarrassed herself enough with passing out in front of him. She probably went head first with her ass up in the air showing her business to him; not that she wouldn't mind being in that position with him naked, but not after having passed out.

She couldn't tell what she wanted more. To get amnesia and forget this ever happened or Dean to get amnesia and forget it happened.