It was late in the morning when Becky woke up. The bed was empty but tucked gingerly around her and the sheets smelled like Finn's shampoo. She pushed her hair away from her face and slid out of the bed. He was stretched out on the couch, shirtless, reading the most recent comic book that had been delivered.

"Hey," he said as she walked through to the kitchen for a cup of tea, "ya feeling better?"

"Yeah, I…" she looked over at him through the opening, "I'm sorry 'bout last night."

"Don't be sorry," he dismissed.

"Well," she brought him over a mug with her own and he smiled as she handed it to him, "it was probably a little strange."

"Worse things in life than seein' a beautiful girl in my bed," he smiled as she blushed. "Do you do that often?"

"No, ya'd catch on."

"Your perfume is very distinctive," he chuckled and sipped the tea.

"Ya haven't forgiven me, have you?"

"For stealing my bed?"

"For the Demon."

He paused, looking down at his mug for a moment. "No, not really. I've been tryin', I really have."

She nodded, unspeaking, tears forming in her eyes.

"But somethin'…" he sighed, "somethin' between us is really broken, Bex. You an' I used to be so…solid. I find myself questionin' your motives on every single thing you do."

"Like curl into your bed while you're not around?"

"No," he smiled softly, "I'm glad ya did that one. But I think…think we got some work to do still."

"An' if I had never snuck around with 'im? Is that why…why you don't want me?" she choked out.

"I never said that, love,"

"Love," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"What?"

"That's what you call me when we…"

"I see. He got that from me."

"He gets everthin' from you, Finn."

"Yeah, well. You've made it clear ya know how to get what ya want from me."

"I'm not tryin' to manipulate you. But yeah, I like how things have been goin'. Haven't you?"

He sighed, "you know I have."

"So what's the problem?"

"Becky, darlin', I'm not sure you're ever gonna understand."

"I'm tryin'."

"I know," he leaned in and kissed the top of her head. "I stand by us breaking it off once Miz and Maryse are done. But in the meantime… "

She snuck her lips down to his and he didn't pull away, finding the table next to them for his mug instead. Tried as he might, he could never hide from her when their lips were glued to each other. He loved it, she could tell by the way he pulled her in deeper, how he shivered as she ran her hands over his chiseled body. She traced the lines of his abs and he flexed for her, making her giggle. They shifted, Becky laying under him, her head resting on the arm of the couch, his fingers tracing up and down her thighs. Eventually, they came up for air.

"It is real hard to be around ya like that, Bex," he whispered.

"Not if ya quit fighting it."

He sighed, "that's easy. An' it's weak." His eyes grazed over her tight white tank top, it wasn't hiding much. He cupped her in his hand, his thumbs teasing her through the thin fabric. She let out a moan and he grinned his dopey grin. "But damn if doesn't feel good."

Becky squirmed underneath him and he watched her with steady eyes. His lips came back to hers after a moment of enjoying the view. She pulled off and murmured against his lips.

"I'll be your weakness any day of the week."

XXX

"You sure you'll be okay?" Finn asked from the kitchen table as he packed up the last of his backpack.

"Finn."

"You did the same to me when I was hurt," he chuckled. "I don't like leavin' ya."

"I'm fine. Gonna take some meds and sleep," she stretched out on the couch, a book on her lap.

"I'll be home Tuesday."

"I know," she rolled her eyes, "seriously Finn, I'm okay."

"Alright. Hey uh," he slung his backpack over his shoulder, "if you need my room-"

"Finn."

"Doesn't bother me, that's all."

"Ya gonna miss your flight," she reminded him, looking down to her tea and book.

"I'll see ya Tuesday."

She enjoyed the silence for a while, reading her book and drinking her cup of tea, and then another. It was peaceful, a nice change of pace from the life she led on the road. After a while, the tiredness behind her eyes overwhelmed her, and she started towards her room for a nap. But she paused at the door, looking over to Finn's, his door left wide open, his bed neatly made.

Becky hesitated, circling his bed for a moment. He had said, after all, that it was open to her. Not that there was anything wrong with her bed, per say. It just didn't smell like Finn's shampoo, it didn't have that wonderful feeling of his sheets between her arms and legs, or the knowledge that he spent most nights between them in his underwear or less.

Pulling the comforter up, she slipped under the covers. It was warm, warmer than it had any right to be, him having left it hours ago. She snuggled against his pillow and inhaled deeply, it smelled just like him, that minty scent filling her nose. Still, it wasn't quite as good as when she curled up against him, naked and sweaty. There was an extra bit of musk to that scent, an extra little bit of dirtiness. It sent a chill up her spine just to think about it, and she buried her face further into the pillow, taking it all in.

Was this what he intended when he had offered her his bed if she wanted it? Was it that he knew she'd be squirming, wishing he was there, rubbing her legs against each other and wanting a reprieve? Or was he just being thoughtful, the way Finn could be? Maybe he was just worried about her and the post-concussion nightmares, hoping that a little bit of security would make her feel better. Either way, there she was, curled up in his bed, enjoying the smell of his sheets and missing the feeling of his arms around her, holding her as tight as he could.

Across the country, Finn was in Detroit, finishing dinner before the show. Becky hadn't texted him in a while, he hoped that just meant she was okay and didn't need anything.

"This seat taken?"

Finn glanced up, Seth was standing over him with a plate of chicken.

"I'll let you have a fry," he laughed.

"Yeah, alright." Finn quickly made good on the offer, snatching a fry from Seth's plate as he sat down.

"How's Becky?"

"Really, mate?"

"I'm just concerned about her," he said with a huff.

"She's alright," Finn looked down, "those concussions are gonna add up one day, she's already had problems. I worry 'bout her."

"Yeah, I know you do."

"You two friends again?" he sipped his water with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, I apologized. She didn't tell you?"

"She didn't tell me," Finn shrugged. "There's a lot of things she doesn't tell me. You make up like ya wanted?"

"No I-" Seth scoffed and shook his head, "she's not feeling it, man. And I dunno, guess it was a little…opportunistic of me."

"I'll say."

"But I backed off and she hasn't changed her mind. Why would you think she would?"

Finn shrugged again, "I don't know what she does in her spare time."

"Oh stop bullshitting." Seth crossed his arms, "she's in love with you. Always has been. She's not gonna go sleeping with other guys."

"Maybe she should."

"Maybe she? What?" his head spun towards Finn, "That's what you want?"

"I didn't say that."

"Well if that's what you want maybe you should try telling her that because she's waiting around for you to decide to care."

"Was there supposed to be an apology in here somewhere?"

"Yeah, look," he inhaled sharply, "breaking up with Vanessa has been rough and I admit I'm not always the best at handling my shit."

"You move out yet?" he asked, almost gingerly, feeling bad for his friend. He'd been with that girl a year and change, Finn had met her when he went to visit Seth while he was rehabbing. She seemed nice. Until, that was, she cheated on him last month.

"Last week. It was awful."

"I bet."

"So I crossed a line and I'm sorry."

"Are ya though?" Finn asked with a small scoff, "cause it seems like anytime ya got your shit, we end up havin' to deal with it. An' it is really fuckin' annoying, Seth."

"Just let me apologize, will ya? You're not even the one I made cry and Bex forgave me no problem."

"Yeah well, she's too forgivin'. What would you have done, huh? Tell me that, what would you have done if she had said yes? Would ya have gone up to her room, spent the night with her, rubbed it in my face in the mornin'?"

"I-" he stammered, "didn't you set her up with Noam Dar?"

"Yeah, well I picked him didn't I?"

"Picked him? You don't own her dude, she can fuck whoever she wants."

"Oh like you?"

"If she wants." Seth furrowed his brow, "what do you have such a problem with that?"

"I don't have a problem."

"You sound like you have a problem. C'mon man, what were you expecting? The two of them would go out on a nice little date and you could keep your eye on him? You really thought that would work?"

"Of course not!" he spat out, the words getting away from him.

Seth's eyes narrowed, "you knew she wouldn't go for it. You got to seem noble knowing full well she wouldn't stray."

"I wanted to give her the option," he sighed.

"But you didn't want her to take it."

"No," Finn admitted. "I didn't."

Seth almost looked sympathetic for a moment, but he slipped back, "luckily you've got her wrapped so tightly around your finger that you don't really have to worry about that."

"Oh fuck off, Seth."

"You know it's true! Why can't you at least admit that she's yours and you love it? She'd do anything for you. Said it herself. And I bet it's anything."

"Hey!" Finn felt his fist clench, she wasn't here now to hold him back. "That how ya talk about your friend?"

"That how you treat yours? Good for you when you want it, easy enough to set aside when you don't?"

"I swear Seth, ya have got to be the most insufferable child of a man I 'ave ever met in my life. I am sorry karma bit ya in the ass, mate, but quit takin' it out on the rest of us will ya?"

"You know what Finn?" Seth said as he backed his chair up and stood abruptly. "At least I own my demons."

XXX

Finn closed the door behind him softly, it was late Tuesday night, his flight had been delayed. She'd surely be asleep, he thought to himself as he tip-toed through.

"Hey!" she shouted from the kitchen.

"Jeez!" Finn jumped a foot in the air, "god you scared me."

"Sorry," she laughed, "tea?"

"Pass," he leaned forward on the counter, "I'm tired, just wanna get to bed." He eyed her as she poured herself a mug and swirled her tea bag. "You alright?"

"Yeah I'm okay," she nodded solemnly.

"What'd doc say?"

"Not yet but maybe in a few days," she sighed, putting her mug down on the counter next to his arms.

"You tell him about the nightmares?"

"No,"

"You've been havin' 'em more?"

"A couple."

"Then maybe you should."

She tipped her head, "okay."

"I'm gonna head in, you wanna do something tomorrow?"

"Like what?"

"Dunno," he shrugged, "whatever you want."

He rolled into his room and set his suitcase by his desk. Looking over at his bed, it was pristine. Made with the edges perfectly smooth, just the way he left it. Perhaps she hadn't needed it after all, and he felt a twinge of annoyance that it had been a one-time thing. Finn pulled off his shirt and slid down his sweatpants, tossing them into his hamper. The tiredness was weighing on his eyes and he was more than eager to climb into bed.

But as his head hit the pillow, a sweet perfume filled his nose. It was a sunny, fruity little scent, and it danced around him. He buried his head further into the pillow, letting it overwhelm his senses as he pulled the sheets up to his nose too. They smelled like her too, every inch of them.

"Fuuuuck…" he groaned, inhaling deeply before closing his eyes.

XXX

"Finn. Finn!"

"Hmm, huh?" Finn startled awake, Becky was leaning over him.

"Are you alright?"

"Huh? Yeah-" he sat up on his elbows.

"You were callin' my name?"

"I?" his eyes flickered down to the bulge in his boxer briefs. "Well. Busted."

"I wasn't tryin' barge in, I just…I thought you might need somethin'."

He chuckled, "yeah, well." In the moonlight, he saw her blush and softly said, "my sheets. They smell just like ya."

"Ya said if I needed it," she shrugged, sitting on the edge of his bed. "And I did."

"How much?"

"Just a nap the first time…and then the next night I had a nightmare and…well, every night, eventually."

"Every night huh? In that case, what's one more?"

"Yeah?" she didn't hesitate to climb under the covers next to him.

He chuckled, "yeah."

Finn buried his face into the crook of her neck, the powerful smell of her perfume making ever nerve in his body tingle as he thought about the dream he was having about her. His lips grazed the soft skin of her shoulder and she shivered, pressing up against him.

"Man," he whispered in her ear, "this could be all I'd ever needed, Bex."

"So why isn't it?" she challenged.

"Because nothing is that simple with you and me."