RAW Live
November 18th
Nashville, Tennessee
The flight out to Nashville on Monday morning had gone quick, and the next three weeks only held the tapings for the televised events. Monday and Tuesday were RAW and SmackDown respectively, but for the rest of the week, and apart from Survivor Series on Sunday, they had time off.
Bobbi was debating between heading down to the beach house and crashing for a few nights and catching up on some much needed sleep, or heading to Vegas with Dean and the boys.
Dean himself was tempted to head out to a fishing spot near Callville Bay in Lake Mead and wanted everyone to come with him.
The show started at half past 7, so Bobbi sat herself down in front of a broadcasting TV and watched the beginning of the show. The screen was filled with a promo that included the reign of The Shield and The Authority, and showed her taking out multiple people.
By now, the wider WWE universe was beginning to understand that Bobbi's lack of a finisher meant that she usually stole the finisher of the person she was wrestling against — or, in the same way, the person she was fighting. She'd taken Cody Rhodes' Disaster Kick countless times, took out Nikki Bella with her face-buster finisher. Used Seth's curb stomp countless times, had even attempted at one stage Daniel Bryan's knee to the face and his 'yes' lock.
But her style, when they stripped away her gimmick, undeniably showed her ability to wrestle. It was a mix and match of the grittier boxing style, punches and jabs, kicks aimed at the head, footwork that moved her around the ring, and the fast paced wrestling style. The indie circuits had seen her finisher as a simple roundhouse kick.
It was kind of like Kofi Kingston's Trouble in Paradise, but not really. She would launch her body into a spin and then into the air, left foot landing on the side of her opponents neck, right foot snapping against their face. Enzuigiri.
She was lucky that the top of her heeled boots wasn't capped underneath in metal, that the leather itself was actually soft. Having worn them for four months now meant that they were getting even softer with the impact. Everyone that she wrestled appreciated that.
They weren't in the ring until the very end of the show and that left Bobbi and the boys to their own devices.
"Seriously, I wanna go fishin'," Dean mumbled through a mouthful of the avocado and salmon sandwich. "And you should all be witness to how the fuck I do things, no one's caught more fish at that lake than me."
Roman rolled his eyes. "Dude, no one cares about your fishing."
"No one cares about you," he bit back, face pulling into a frown.
Bobbi cooed at Dean and thrust her bottom lip out, sending him a sympathetic look before clutching his head against her chest. She looked over his fluffy hair and glared at Roman. "Don't be mean, Roman, no one tells you to shut up when you're going on about the NFL."
"You don't even listen to me," Roman replied easily, crooked smirk falling across his lips. "You tune out whenever I start talking about football, probably have no idea who I support."
"That's not true!"
The look Roman sent her easily read 'bitch, please'. She couldn't argue with that, because he was right — she had no clue who he supported. Dean slowly pulled out of her grasp and went back to his sandwich, fingering at the book he was reading.
"The only team any of you should ever think about supporting is the Blackhawks," Phil piped in over her shoulder. She nodded enthusiastically in agreement and raised her fist so he could bump his own against it. "You good for food, Bob?"
"Yeah, not hungry," she replied. Then she frowned, looked over at the catering table. "Actually, no, can you just get me a Gatorade, please?"
"Sure thing, buttercup."
Bobbi sent him a smile and quickly pulled her legs up to her chest, stared across at Seth who was taking no part in the any of their conversations. She turned to look at Dean and leaned in his direction, chin at his shoulder.
"What's up with Rollins?"
Light green eyes met blue as he glanced down at her. The room seemed to still and the breath caught in her throat as his washed over her face, but neither of them broke the intense stare.
Then he shrugged. "Somethin' to do with Leighla, I think."
A cough behind her helped drag her eyes away from his captivating gaze, and then a bottle was tossed over her shoulder. She sent a thankful smile at Phil and ignored the way his gaze questioned what he'd just seen.
"Imma go change into my ring gear," Bobbi announced, wriggling her eyebrows at Roman before moving away from the table.
The walk back to the room was quiet and left her to her own thoughts, and by the time she had pulled the blue wrap crop top on and zipped her vest up, she was being called to get into position at the top.
Waiting in the bleachers was an interesting experience. The fans were screaming with power the moment The Shield stepped through the elevator doors and security helped escort them to the entrance. People would usually hurl insults at them, some of the men defiled Bobbi sexually (much to the boys' disgust), the girls cried in happiness as they were finally able to set their eyes on three of the hottest wrestlers the company had to offer.
More than that, Bobbi had to find her headspace while surrounded by the exact people who already expected her to be in it.
Dean dropped to his fingertips and warmed his body up with a couple of pushups, Roman crouched in the corner and bounced on his haunches. So that left Seth and Bobbi trading a couple of gentle punches.
"I love you, Dean!"
"SEEETH!"
Bobbi rolled her eyes at the voices and the corner of her lips pulled up in a smirk.
A couple of seconds later, they were being pushed through the doors to the sound of their music.
The match was a twelve-man tag that saw The Shield and The Wyatt Family pairing together against the baby faces of the company - CM Punk, Rey Mysterio, the Usos, and the tag team champions; Goldust and Cody Rhodes.
As they finally reached the announcers table, the arena went dark, and the low bass theme song for the Wyatt's filled the arena.
Everyone was anticipating the teamwork between the two heel teams, tension off the charts the last time they met, and Bobbi could feel the goosebumps raising across her arms as the lights came back on.
Bray and her were able to create intense chemistry because they new how to keep the other in character, but it was already through the roof with the way Dean was shifting his weight from one foot to another as he glared at them. The lights in the arena picked up the shadows under his cheekbones as he smirked.
When Bray motioned to the ring with an open hand, Dean pointed across at him. "You ain't startin' this thing."
As Seth, Dean and Bray jumped up onto the apron, it left Roman and her staring across at the masked man and Luke Harper. Bobbi stepped forward, threw her hands onto her hips. It was a dare.
Her lips pulled up in a smirk when they backed down.
The match started with Jimmy and Dean in the ring. They traded blows back and forth, Jimmy tagging Jey in quickly and Dean taking the opportunity to tag in Roman. When he dropped from the ring altogether, Bray followed him.
Bobbi tore her eyes from the action inside the ring and stopped Bray in his tracks. He glared across at her until she shifted her gaze back to the ring, but she still didn't move out of his way, and eventually he climbed back onto the apron. No words were exchanged, but the encounter was still heated and drew enough attention.
The next couple of minutes passed without anything major, and it wasn't until Harper tagged himself into the match that Bobbi launched off of the barricade again. Quickly, the two teams were face to face. Bobbi pushed herself between the bickering men and pressing a hand against Seth and Bray's chests.
"Forget it!" She yelled, eyes a blaze. "We're not enemies!"
Harper shoved her hand of his leaders chest and Bobbi spun on him, lips pulling back in a snarl. Pushing at his chest, she growled out "Don't friggin' touch me!"
Somehow, things were able to return to some sort of normalcy.
Bobbi watched with utmost attention as The Shield were able to isolate Cody Rhodes and Dean's hair was starting to fluff up. But the moment that Harper tagged in, he got a boot to the face in the form of a Disaster Kick.
Making the tag to Daniel Bryan, momentum suddenly swung in Bryan's favour. Each of her boys tried to run interference, but each was pushed from the ring, and it left Bobbi pacing anxiously along the outside by herself — until Harper managed to power-bomb the superstar and tag in the cult leader.
Describe as maniacal and hypnotic, Bray was exactly that, easily delivering some of the best promos the WWE had ever seen and backing it up with the way that he acted in the ring.
He reached out to Roman once control of the match was taken, the 'olive branch' that the teams needed. Bobbi scoffed at Michael Cole's commentary.
Slowly, the two teams began to work together in sync.
But it didn't really matter once Punk took control and eventually managed to hit Dean with a GTS, winning the whole match extremely cleanly.
—
SmackDown Taping
November 19th
Atlanta, Georgia
Vince called Bobbi into a meeting at the arena the next day.
"Thanks for joining me, Bobbi!"
She smiled at the older man and tilted her head in a frown. "I'm not in trouble, am I?"
Vince laughed at her and shook his head, gentle smile playing on his face. "No, no, not yet. I called you in here today because the stand off you guys had with The Wyatt Family when you were in RAW was outstanding. We're gonna go down that path soon, but what I think would work best, especially with you being the only female involved in the feud, is to bring in someone else."
Another frown lined her face, but Vince let her think about what he was implying. And then a small grin began to tug at the corner of her lips. "You're… you're gonna bring in Sister Abigail, aren't you?"
He nodded enthusiastically and rubbed his hands together, fitting the role of an evil mastermind perfectly. "I know exactly who I'd like to give the promotion to, but I'd like to seek your approval first."
She stared at him completely dumbfounded. He wanted her okay on things? "Are you sure? I'm sure whoever you've chosen is going to be just right…"
Smiling at her faith in him, he shook his head. "You know her. You two have insane in-ring chemistry and we want to use that to spice up the Diva's division once the factions inevitably split. We'll send her down to developmental for a couple of months while we develop the Wyatt's story-line, but when she's ready, she'll come up and debut against you and The Shield."
Now she was intrigued. "Okay, you have my attention."
Vince shot her another smile and pressed a button on his desk, telling his assistant that he was ready. But, in no way would Bobbi be ready.
There was a knock on the door and Bobbi lurched up straight in her seat as she turned to stared at the other woman now in the room. A long puckered scar pulled down across her forearm, tanned skin glowing healthy under the harsh office lights. Her eyes, a dark mahogany brown, were framed with dark kohl and her usually long, brown hair had been cut back to her shoulders. And, God, she looked so different, so much more fit, but still so much the same.
"Filipa?"
The woman in question smiled shyly at Bobbi and then raised her shoulders. "Hey, Bob."
"Holy shit," she murmured under her breath, but she didn't get up because she was in too much shock.
It had been more than five years since Bobbi had even seen Filipa, let alone talked to her, and she'd never shown or even contemplated finding the footage of their matches, but somehow, Vince had found this specimen of a wrestler and offered her the spot of Sister Abigail - something she would fit very well in.
When she looked back at her boss, he definitely looked every part of an evil mastermind, but he also looked a bit worried.
"How'd I go?"
And considering the only thing Bobbi could think was holy shit, holy fucking shit, she just nodded and smiled. Somehow, she made it through the meeting and details floated in and out of her ears, but that wasn't important, because one of her closest friends was sitting right across from her. The same close friend that deserted her when emotions became too much.
The thing about Filipa was that she was extremely shy, very touchy feely, didn't talk much. But she listened. And she gave good fucking advice, and when it was needed, she calmed everyone the fuck down.
For the five years after Bobbi had left her bastard of an ex, Filipa had been her rock. They'd pulled off amazing matches together, teamed against male wrestlers to win, changed the perception of women wrestlers in a lot of the indie businesses. But Filipa also felt her emotions strongly, and when it became too much, she'd shut down, lock herself away. And that had happened when both of her parents had been tragically killed in a car accident.
Bobbi hadn't seen her since that day.
So when they walked out of the meeting, side by side, Bobbi wrapped her arms around her friend and pulled her into a crushing hug.
Thankfully, it was returned.
Pulling away and cupping Filipa's face in her hands, she murmured a soft, "Are you back?" and had to restrain her tears when the woman simply nodded.
—
The match against the Uso's and Rey Mysterio capped off the end of their working week, and by the end of SmackDown, Bobbi and the boys were saying goodbye to their friends.
Somehow — somehow — Dean had finally managed to convince everyone to fly back to Vegas with him and crash for the rest of their 'weekend' as his apartment. Friday, Seth would fly back to Davenport, Roman would leave for Pensacola, and Bobbi would go back to Chicago and catch up with Filipa properly.
So that's where she found herself on Thursday morning, shifting in the blankets with an arm thrown across her face. Bobbi had opted to sleep on the couch, the three other boys taking up separate rooms.
Dean flopped himself next to her on the bed. "I wanna go fishin' this morning, doll."
"Yeah?"
She could feel him enthusiastically nodding. "Seth and Ro took off for the gym earlier and Seth left some coffee for you on the table, so rise and shine, sweetheart. We got ourselves a lake to fish."
Groaning and rolling over onto her stomach, Bobbi mumbled incoherently against the pillow. Not typically a morning person until coffee got into her system and some food into her stomach, it took the woman around an hour to actually get ready.
"Bobbi…"
A groan came as her reply.
"Barbara."
"What."
A gentle hand began to caress her shoulder and Bobbi sighed into the pillow. She didn't want to get up, she was exhausted, and she didn't really want to spend the day sitting out in the sun fishing. No, thank-you.
When her body relaxed against his touch, Dean shifted on the bed.
"…Dean?"
Bobbi forced the noise out through her mouth when he threw a leg over her back. There was a mug of coffee shoved under her nose and she finally arched her chest off the bed, taking the cup and greedily gulping in a mouthful.
She moaned at the taste and dropped her head back onto the pillow, but Dean made no move to get off her.
Instead, his hands crawled under her top, lifted the soft fabric up so that he had a clear view of her smooth, milky skin. His fingertips crawled along her skin, slowly massaging the recovering bruises, tracing them across her scars.
"What're you doing?"
Bobbi's voice was hushed, husky with sleep. But also husky with arousal. Because where ever he had learnt to do that… it was soft and breath-taking.
"Where'd you get these?" He asked slowly.
She didn't reply. The scars weren't up for discussion now, and they wouldn't be up for discussion anytime soon.
So she gulped another large mouthful of coffee and lifted her hips off the mattress to grind her ass against Dean. His breath came out of his mouth in a rush, hands moving to grip her waist and stop her movements.
"You avoiding my question, Bob?"
"Dean…" she sighed and her head flopped down onto the pillow again. "My scars are off limits. The reason they're white is because they happened so long ago, the one above my tail bone is from Chicago, the long one is from a couple of months I spent in Texas."
"Wrestling?"
"Fighting."
Slowly the grip on her skin eased off and she looked over her shoulder at the man who was still sitting on her. His eyes burned, stubble shadowing his jaw, lips pursed. She knew that look; did he want to push for more answers, or did he want to leave it?
"Why won't you let me in?" Dean mumbled softly. His brows creased in confusion and his head tilted and he looked a little hurt, but Bobbi didn't want to go there. Not yet.
"It's my…" she paused, looked away from his beautiful blue eyes, "It's my history, Dean. It's there for a reason. I don't want to relive it, okay?"
She felt him slowly move off of her, and then he fell onto his arms next to her.
"But your past makes you who you are, kitten." Dean grabbed the coffee from her hands and took a sip. "There'd be no you without what you went through, y'know?"
Bobbi did know. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Why?"
"Because it's not important. I got thrown into the wrong crowd, I was vulnerable, I was taken advantage of, I don't want to relieve that."
Dean gazed across at her with eyes that were both understanding and inquisitive. But he was searching for information and he wanted whatever he could get his hands on. He'd known Bobbi for just over four months and he knew little to nothing about her, apart from the fact that she had a thing for him and a dickhead of a brother.
"Tell me about Filipa, then."
A grin finally tugged at her lips. Now this was something she could talk about. "What about her?"
"She single? Have any crazy siblings? How'd you two meet?"
"She's a single pringle," Bobbi chuckled at her pillow, no long looking at Dean. "No crazy siblings, just her. She was close with her parents until they died, kept my company until then. I started at a place called Lake Side War, a wrestling company that was all about equality between the females and the males. Like, anything a male wrestler could do, we could do, y'know?"
Nodding, a smile filtered across his features as Bobbi continued. "So, we hit it off. We were complete opposites, but somehow, we attracted each other. She was the quiet reader, someone who was happy to observe rather than drown in the spotlight, and she had this ability to read people like I did. Filipa… she was like a breath of fresh air. I was loud and partying and pushing the envelope and we were like chalk and cheese, but she was my rock and what kept me going more than anything else."
"What happened? You said on Tuesday that you hadn't seen her for five years."
"Her parents happened."
Ah. Dean made a noise of understanding and she finally looked back up to meet his eyes. "Their death hit Filipa harder than anything I'd ever seen. She completely shut down, disconnected everything, left and cut all loose ends. Last time I saw her was when she came to wish me luck for my match. And then she was gone."
The room descended into silence, but they hadn't stopped staring at each other.
With the way that Dean was looking at her, heat started to pool in her gut. She felt like he was slowly picking her apart, string by string.
"What?" Bobbi breathed out.
His voice was quiet when he replied, breathy. "I want to fuck you."
If Bobbi's thoughts could be read out loud, there would be nothing except dots. Because… what? When? Why? Her breath caught in her throat as his eyes darkened and then he reached for the coffee mug again, reaching over her to lay it on the ground.
And then his lips were on hers, commanding and needy, pressing her head back into the soft pillow.
Bobbi arched her back to curve along his torso and his hand pushed the covers away to find the small of her back. He shifted her so that she was on her back, and almost immediately his free hand was yanking down the cotton shorts around her hips.
Tangling her hand in his hair and digging her nails into the skin on his back, Bobbi kissed back just as hard. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and bit down harshly on her bottom lip, pulling back and dragging it with him.
Dean's eyes latched onto her face to watch her reaction as his hands pushed into her underwear, rough fingers brushing against her folds. Her mouth dropped, breath coming in a rush, and her entire body quivered under his touch; it had been so long since she'd been touched like this, let alone been touched by someone she was pinning after.
"Oh… my God," Bobbi rasped in pleasure.
His fingers moved slowly against her skin as he shifted his other leg over her body. And then he moved down the bed, stubble brushing against her tender skin as he pressed his lips against the dips of her torso.
Shifting back up, his hands slipped under her top, pulled it over her head. He ducked down, sucked the skin of her breast into his mouth and bit down, eliciting a long moan from the back of Bobbi's throat. Her back arched up again and her hands tangled in his hair, holding his face against her chest, and he kissed and licked at the spot until the skin was sporting a purple bruise.
He trailed his mouth along her chest and sucked and bit and licked and kissed until she was panting and his fingers were pressed against her folds but only softly stroking.
Bobbi writhed under his body and when he sucked her nipple between his lips, rolling his tongue over the hard bud, she cried out in a mix of frustration and pleasure.
"Fuck," she managed to get out between her heaving breaths, "fucking— Dean— just—"
Blue eyes that weren't even blue found hers as she looked down and the noise that he made at the back of his throat was like a delicacy to her ears that had her toes curling.
But he only shifted further down, running his lips against her quivering stomach, pressing them against the inside of her spread thighs, continuing his bruising work along her tender skin. When he sunk his teeth just left of where his fingers were still teasing Bobbi, she thrashed her legs and tried to drag his face closer, but his hands tightened their grip on her hips to such an extent that she knew she was going to bruise.
Managing to push out a rushed "you're killing me", the sound of his name died in her throat when he finally replaced his hand with his mouth.
The air she was desperately trying to suck into her lungs wasn't coming until, with a laboured breath, she clutched the soft curls of his hair and pushed her hips up into his face, and fuck he was doing things with his tongue that had her writhing under his body.
She was completely and utterly at Dean's disposal.
His hands slackened against her hips and he pushed her leg up to hook a knee across his shoulder, and when he was moving back up, it came with him.
With glazed eyes and flushed cheeks, the pair looked at each other. There was something haunting about the way Bobbi's pale green eyes held Dean's, and he bent down slowly to press his lips against hers once more.
She reached down, wrapped a hand around him, guided him to her entrance, and then with a slow thrust, he pushed into her.
Bobbi's eyes rolled into the back of her head.
He stretched her, filled her completely, warm and hard and pressured against her walls, and Dean dropped his head into the curve of her neck as he slowly began to move in and out of her.
"So fuckin' good," he mouthed against her throat, "you taste so fuckin' good, n' feel even better."
There was both pleasure and pressure building up in her lower stomach and his hands were against her hip and rolling her nipple between his fingers. Somehow the nook of his elbow had hooked around her knee and her leg was kept level with his shoulder for a better angle, and there were these noises at the back of Dean's throat that had her eyes rolling back, but she met him thrust for thrust and pushed her body up along his. One of her arms was thrown over his back, nails digging into the muscle of his ass, and the other was holding the back of his neck and twisting harshly through his curls.
But then the noise of the elevator arriving dinged through the level, their two stablemates and friends' voices floating through the front door.
Dean rushed a hand over her mouth, halting in his movements, and all but collapsed on top of her. Her hamstring was screaming with the stretch but she didn't dare move, because if those two boys came walking through that door, they would never live this down.
Her breaths came out in quick rushes against his fingers. Blue eyes gazed down at her, but they were hooded and misty with lust and passion. She ached to arch back up into his touch and she was throbbing where he was still in her. But she couldn't move. She couldn't. She wasn't ready for this… secret of theirs to get out like this. If it even was a secret.
Seth's voice floated through the door when his knocking went unanswered. "They're probably fishing or something. Let's just go down to the pool and cool off for a bit, they should be back before dark."
"I'm not lounging around until sunset."
"Well, do you have any better ideas?"
There was silence.
"Okay, well, we go down to the pool and call Dean and tell 'im to get his fucking ass back here to let us in."
Then, they were gone.
Before Bobbi could even sigh in relief, Dean was picking up right where he left off, the steady rhythm drawing gasps and moans from Bobbi's throat as she mouthed his name.
Her head fell back onto the pillow for the last time and Dean pressed his stubbled cheek to her neck.
"C'mon, Bob," he breathed, "you even trying?"
The woman in question pushed a growl from her lips and somehow flipped them, and then she was rolling her hips against his as she began to ride him.
Dean's eyes closed and his mouth dropped and Bobbi took the time to memorise the way his fluffy blonde hair fell across his forehead, the way his muscled chest flexed as he reached out to hold her waist, the way his arms had prominent veins close to the surface of his skin in effort. He looked delectable under Bobbi like this.
Bouncing now, Bobbi didn't take her time in drawing the position to a close, rode out her orgasm to her control, one that ripped through her lungs and tore the breath out of them, one that saw her body and legs shaking with effort, and then let Dean flip her back over so he could finish the way he wanted to.
He was panting when he pulled out of her.
Pressing a kiss to her throat and then collapsing beside her, Dean's eyes were drooping with exhaustion, and Bobbi couldn't help the bubble of laughter that crept up her throat.
"What's so funny?" Dean moaned against her shoulder.
"You look like you've just run a marathon…"
He sent her a glare and reached up to kiss her one last time before getting up. And when he looked back down at her stark naked body, she raised an eyebrow at him.
"What?"
"You, uh…" he paused and looked away sheepishly. "Might wanna go check yourself out in the mirror."
Bobbi frowned, pulled her underwear back on and walked to the bathroom, not really knowing what to expect. Until her eyes saw her reflection.
"What… the… fuck… DEAN!"
guys. im doing the thing. i was watching The Shield vs The Wyatt for the November 11th brawl and i was thinking how the hell am i gonna in corporate bobbi into this?! like three on four? no way. and then i realised… what if i introduce a fourth member to the wyatt family? what if i bring in their saviour? what if i bring in fucking sister abigail? LIKE FUCK YEAH THATS WHAT IM GONNA DO. (also Lake Side War is completely fictional and doesn't exist)
also, bonus sexy times? bout time, right?
TO MY LOVELY REVIEWERS; guest (#1): HI FRIEND! thank you so much! made my day :) ; Pinayprincesa: is it love or lust?! hmmm we'll see won't we ;) ; guest (#2): hope you're not disappointed that there's no slammys - i've actually just finished writing that chapter and that's up the one after next! i'm glad you find Bobbi here refreshing, kinda what I was going for and glad you got that vibe! ; last but not least, wwemicky: i absolutely love you for loving this!
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