Sorry for the lack of updates, I was away on holiday in London for a week! I'd appreciate it if you would all review this chapter, please! I genuinely want to hear your feedback and it brightens my day when someone takes time to write one!

Also, warning: sexy times ahead. I'm horrible at writing them.

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March 29, 2014

If Friday and Saturday had been stressful for Eleanor, then she didn't have a word to explain how Sunday felt. When she was working, she was no longer just an executive assistant – she was every job in the book and then some; ordering people around, taking orders from other people, running last-minute scripts, organizing last minute media – the list went on and on. At 6:55pm, she collapsed onto a chair in front of a backstage monitor and hadn't moved for an hour. Paul told her she didn't have to work the actual Wrestlemania show time of 7-11pm – what a thoughtful gift he had given her after the organized chaos that was Axxess – so she made sure she got what she needed to do done so she could actually enjoy the show.

She knew there were WWE personnel, superstars, and divas all around her, but she was too tired to care. Most of the participants in the Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale had already changed and were wandering backstage, looking for their friends and a monitor to sit and watch the show. Eleanor took out her phone and noticed a few picture messages that were sent from Margot of her nieces and nephew, and a text from Jean-Philippe. 'So, what's the insider scoop? I think I'm even more invested than Henri is.'

Eleanor smiled. Before she could type a response to her brother, the sound of a chair dragging across the floor interrupted her. She looked up to see Ryan Reeves, otherwise known as Ryback, dragging a chair close to the monitor where she was sitting. "Do you mind if I sit?" he asked.

"By all means," she said, looking back down at her phone to type a reply. 'That's because you're still a kid at heart.'

Eleanor set her phone down on her lap and noticed Ryan was eyeing her. She looked at the monitor to ignore him – Rowdy Roddy Piper was congratulating Daniel Bryan on his win. "Are you a new diva?" he asked.

What was it with everybody thinking she was in training? She did not look like a diva by any means, at least she thought. She shook her head. "No. I just work for head office," she said, deciding to leave Paul out of the equation.

"Oh, nice," Ryan nodded. "I'm Ryan, it's nice to meet you," he extended his hand. Eleanor shook it politely and introduced herself. "What brings you to Wrestlemania weekend?"

"I'm responsible for the NXT talent," she answered. "I was basically their mom the whole weekend," she joked.

"Aww man, I don't miss being down there at all," Ryan commented. Eleanor didn't appreciate the comment, but she decided not to say anything. "Maybe I would have enjoyed it a lot more if I had someone like you to look at every day."

Eleanor winced, smiling awkwardly at his flirting. "You say that now, but you'd hate me because I'd be busting your chops everyday."

"I'd take it from someone like you, no problem."

Eleanor looked back at the monitor and tried to continue watching the Daniel Bryan segment, hoping that Ryan would catch on to her interest in the show and stop his incessant flirting. "The NXT guys are good, though? They don't give you a hard time, do they? Cause us big boys can talk to them if you need it," he started again after a moment of silence.

The whole 'damsel in distress' trope he was trying to pull annoyed Eleanor. She was certainly no damsel in distress that needed saving. "Oh no no no, they're amazing. Big softies at heart. Just the stress of this weekend has almost led me to drinking," she tried the lighthearted approach again.

"How about after the show, I buy you that drink and we get to know each other better?" Ryan proposed, grinning slightly.

Eleanor looked down at her phone nervously before looking back at Ryan, who was still looking at her. She pursed her lips into a straight line. "Ah…I appreciate the sentiment, but I think I'll pass."

"Aww, come on, why not?" he didn't give up.

"I've got someone waiting back home in Montreal," she said awkwardly, hoping that would quiet him.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him, Eleanor," he persisted.

"Thanks, but no thanks," she said firmly.

Before Ryan could start begging (that was the next logical step, Eleanor thought), she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around abruptly and saw Fergal's smiling face. "What's the craic, Maple?" he asked, using the nickname her gave her. In that moment he broke the tension between Ryan and Eleanor.

"Craic's been good, Devitt," Eleanor answered. She glanced over at Ryan, who looked pissed that Fergal had interrupted them. Eleanor couldn't be more thankful. "Hey, have you seen Dream? I'm supposed to relay a message to him from Paul," she lied.

"Yeah, I saw him near gorilla before," Fergal pointed behind him.

Eleanor stood up from her seat and faced Ryan. "It was nice to meet you," she said politely.

"Yeah," he huffed, focusing his attention to the match.

Eleanor rolled her eyes and began walking with Fergal towards gorilla, though he knew she wasn't really looking for Dusty Rhodes. "What was that all about?" he asked.

"Don't ask."

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After the thrill of Wrestlemania was over, Rami was still on a high from seeing Colby cash in and win the WWE World Heavyweight Championship. He made sure to find Colby amidst the hustle and bustle of backstage and congratulate him, while Eleanor and Fergal mostly kept to themselves or interacted with others around them. Eleanor found it amazing how, even after all this time, Rami was still as passionate about wrestling as he was when he was young. It didn't even bother her that they were a little bit late getting back to the hotel because Rami was helping Colby bask in the glory of winning the title.

Rami, Eleanor, and Fergal carpooled back to the hotel together, Rami and Fergal discussing the matches for most of the ride. Eleanor was slumped in the passenger's seat, looking between a driving Rami and an excited-looking Fergal as they raved over the Undertaker versus Bray Wyatt match. They were like two kids in a candy store.

"What did you guys do when I was hanging with Jay?" Rami asked Eleanor, glancing over at her. He had spent a lot of time with Jay Reso, otherwise known as Christian, throughout the night.

"Not much, really. I plopped myself onto a chair in front of a monitor and watched the first hour of the show until Fergal found me," she said.

Fergal laughed from the backseat. "Ha ha, I found her alright! I also found that sooooooomebody has a crush on Eleanor!" he beamed.

Eleanor saw Rami furrow his eyebrows at Fergal's revelation. "Who?"

"Ryan."

"Ryan? Ryan who?"

"Ryan Ryan! The Ryback!" Fergal revealed.

Eleanor rolled her eyes at the revelation. She knew Fergal wasn't trying to make a big deal out of it – he was just trying to get a rise out of Rami, who never got angry; a sort of "defend your woman" rise that men liked to ignite out of one another, purely for their own enjoyment. She knew Rami well enough that he wouldn't bite. She also knew herself well enough to know she would bite. "I handled it myself, thank you very much," she said more so to Fergal than she did Rami. "I handled him like I handled Jon at dinner. I said I had someone waiting for me in Montreal."

Rami looked over at her with a small smile on his face. He trusted her to know that absolutely nothing would have happened, but the way she told the events, the confidence in her voice, made him trust her all the more.

"Ain't that the sweetest thing," Fergal cooed. He watched as Rami and Eleanor kept glancing into each other's eyes – Rami breaking contact every so often to look back onto the road. He could tell they were having a moment. "You know you two can touch each other around me, right? Like, Jesus Christ. I'm not going to tell anyone."

"Shut up, Devitt," Eleanor mumbled, grinning slightly as Rami reached his right hand over to her. She grabbed it immediately.

"You two have been rigid all week. Especially at that dinner. For the love of God, Rami looked like he wanted to pounce on you," Fergal commented.

"I did not," Rami interjected. He let go of Eleanor's hand to turn into the parking lot for the hotel. The parking attendant noticed the magnetic flag with the Wrestlemania logo and directed Rami to the underground parking lot.

"Yes you did. I'm surprised none of the others picked up on it."

As the three got out of the car, Rami waited for Eleanor and grabbed her hand again as they walked through the underground garage towards the elevators. There was a moment of silence as they waited for the elevator. "I can't believe Ryback hit on my girlfriend," Rami said unexpectedly, sending Eleanor and Fergal into laughter.

"He seemed to think I was a diva in NXT," Eleanor elaborated slightly. "I mean…come on. Poor judgment on his part." They all stepped on to the elevator and hit their respective floor numbers.

"I don't know about that…you're quite the diva, alright…" Fergal commented.

"HEY!" Eleanor yelled, slapping him on his shoulder.

Fergal flinched away comically. "I mean it as a term of endearment, I swear!" he held his hands up in mercy.

"Yeah, yeah," Eleanor waved him off as the elevator stopped at his floor. He was only a floor below them.

"See you kiddies later," he waved them off. "If I call Rami's room tomorrow morning and he doesn't answer I'll know what's up."

Eleanor lunged at him playfully, and Rami grabbed her waist with his arm to hold her back. Fergal had a shit-eating grin on his face as the door closed. "I'll get you, Devitt!" she screamed before the doors finally shut. She turned towards Rami, who still had his arm wrapped around her waist, and gave him a small peck on the lips. "You're gonna have to help me extract revenge."

"That'll be no problem."

They walked to Eleanor's hotel room hand-in-hand, Eleanor opening the door with her keycard before they shuffled in. Eleanor immediately dumped her purse onto a chair as Rami took off his blazer. He looked back at her, standing near the desk, and walked towards her, taking off his cap and placing it on the table. She began to take off her jewelry when she heard Rami's voice, slow and steady. "How amazing was Colby's Wrestlemania moment?"

"I don't think many people were expecting that," she said, without looking at Rami. She turned to lean against the desk, and noticed him looking down at nothing in particular. He seemed to be deep in concentration, and in a split second, she came to the realization that he was thinking about his own future with the company.

"Hey," she whispered, grabbing his face gently with her hands and kissing him. "You're gonna get your moment too, you know."

"You think?"

Eleanor nodded her head, kissing him again. "I do."

Rami initiated the kiss this time. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. He deepened the kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths before Rami picked her up and held her for a while, setting her down on the desk.

He felt Eleanor begin to unbutton his shirt and he returned the favour by slipping his hands underneath hers and lifting it off of her in one smooth motion. Eleanor's hands roamed over his exposed chest before she brought them up to his shoulders and slipped the fabric of his shirt back. As Rami continued to kiss her forcefully, Eleanor wrapped her legs around his torso. He picked her up again and led her to the bed, where he proceeded to lay her down and kiss his way down her chest.

Eleanor was breathing heavily as she felt Rami's lips go lower and lower until she pulled him back up and kissed him forcefully, working on the belt and zipper of his pants. He helped her speed up the process before Eleanor pushed them down. He worked on her pants and helped her wiggle out of them. He looked down at her, in just her bra and panties. "You're so beautiful," he breathed out, taking in the full visual.

Eleanor bit her lip and smiled nervously. Nobody she had ever been with had been so intimate like Rami was. Every thing he did, every word he said actually meant something. There was actual emotion and feeling behind his words – they weren't empty, said in the moment just to get Eleanor into bed. He meant what he said, and that made a world of a difference. She rose from her position to kiss him, and Rami took the opportunity to unclasp her bra. She lay down again and he slipped his hands underneath her panties and slid them off. Eleanor returned the favour.

As Rami's lips continued to explore Eleanor's body, his hand found its way between Eleanor's legs and he began to stroke her, garnering whimpers and sighs of pleasure. She tried to reach down to grab his member to return the favour, but he stopped her on the way and pinned her hands over her head. She continued to whimper as he worked between her legs.

"Rami," she breathed out desperately. "D…d'you…" she could barely talk. "Condom."

He grabbed his wallet out of his jeans, reluctant to stop his teasing before ripping the little packet open. Eleanor seemed to be catching her breath as he slipped it on. He hovered on top of her, and she spread her legs for him willingly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Please," Eleanor pleaded. "I want you."

Rami didn't have to be told twice. He positioned himself and thrust slowly inside her, making sure to take his time. Eleanor had a look of pure ecstasy on her face as he pushed in her. He kissed her lips. "Are you okay?"

Eleanor nodded her head quickly. "You feel so good," she breathed out.

He continued to move, thrusting in and out and developing a steady rhythm that brought as much pleasure to him as it did to her. Her whimpers were music to his ears; he moaned in response and it wasn't long before they were both near their climax. Rami began thrusting harder and faster until he could feel Eleanor come undone around him. He came soon after, making sure she continued to feel as much pleasure as he could give her.