Chapter 10

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'It's you and me, and all of the people,

With nothing to do, and nothing to prove.

And it's you and me, and all of the people,

And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you,

There's something about you now, I can't quite figure out.

Everything she does is beautiful, and everything she does is right…'

-Lifehouse, 'You And Me'

/

Sheamus came through the curtain, body glistening with sweat, the World Heavyweight Championship still resting on his shoulder.

Bertie had put up a hell of a fight, but to no avail. A Brogue Kick to the mush, and the fella had been out for the count.

Still, he had to respect the Mexican wrestler's abilities. The match hadn't been a walk in the park by any means.

But it hadn't been enough-he was still the Champion.

And then, Sharona came rushing up, flinging her arms around him, and the Irishman chuckled at her enthusiasm.

'I'm sweatin' like a pig, darlin'.' He told her. 'Ya shouldn't be huggin' me in this state.'

'I don't care.' His girlfriend's words were slightly muffled against his broad chest. 'You were amazing out there, babe.'

Layla came strolling up, a smile on her face. She'd already congratulated Sharona on her victory against Eve, much to the new Women's Champion's relief. Sharona had honestly been worried about taking the title shot that should rightfully have been her friend's, despite Layla's insistence that she do it.

But all was cool between them, thankfully.

'Congrats, Sheamus.' The British Diva grinned. 'That was impressive.'

'Thanks, lass.' Sheamus replied. 'Much appreciated.'

Then, as Layla left, his eyes locked with Sharona's, and, smiling, their faces drew closer, and closer...

And the moment their lips touched, they were interrupted.

'Man, these public displays of affection are gross. ' Phil's voice was laced with its usual sarcasm as he walked over to them. 'Seriously, big guy, if you don't stop slobbering all over Shar, I'll have to hit you again!'

There was a deathly silence, and then Sharona turned slowly to face her best friend, not seeing the grimace that crossed her boyfriend's face.

'Again?' She repeated, voice deceptively quiet. 'What do you mean, again?'

'It was nothing, lass.' Shay was obviously trying to defuse the situation, but Sharona wasn't going to be put off so easily.

'I was talking to Phil.' She said, her voice rising slightly in volume. Phil, for his part, now looked distinctly uncomfortable.

'Sheamus had hurt you, Shar.' He said finally, firmly. 'So, yeah, I hit him. I was just trying to-'

'If you say you were just trying to protect me,' she all but growled. 'So help me, I'll hit you. You had no right to hit him, it wasn't your fight, dammit!'

Phil seemed to be getting angry now, too. 'So what, a friend of mine gets hurt and I can't do anything about it?' He exclaimed. 'Jesus, Shar...'

'Darlin'.' Sharona turned unwillingly when Shay touched her shoulder. His clear blue eyes were full of warmth and forgiveness. 'He was only lookin' out fer ya. If 'twas the other way around, I'd have done the same. Besides, he didn't even hit me that hard. And I deserved it, after what I did.'

Sharona made a face, then turned to glare at Phil, her lips twitching helplessly when she saw he was grinning.

Damn him-she could never stay mad at him for long.

'You touch him again, and you and I are gonna fight for real.' Sharona pointed a finger at him as she spoke, the tone of her voice emphatic, leaving no room for argument. 'I mean it, Phil.'

Phil didn't reply to her directly, but grinned at Shay. 'She's stubborn as Hell, this one.' He said. 'You sure you wanna stick around?'

Sharona was about to interrupt, when her boyfriend replied, voice soft, but brimming with conviction, 'I'm goin' nowhere, fella. She's stuck with me.'

And she was spinning back around to look at him, to look into a face that regarded her with so much love, she thought her heart might burst from the force of it.

God, she loved him, too. So much.

'Ugh.' Phil groaned. 'I sense another ton of sappy coming up. I'd better haul ass before you lovebirds start drooling over each other. Besides, I got a giant and a boy scout's collective asses to kick.'

All hostilities now forgotten, thanks to Shay's gift for diplomacy, Sharona faced her best friend, smiling.

'Modest as always.' She quipped, and, with a shrug, Phil lifted his WWE Championship aloft and proclaimed, 'Best In The World, honey. Catch you guys after the show, or are you gonna go celebrate?'

The word was dripping with double meaning, and Sheamus felt himself blushing. It didn't help that 'celebrating' with Shar was exactly what was on his mind right now. But he knew she'd want to stay to watch Phil's match.

Sure enough, Shar, who now looked flustered as well, said, 'I wanna stick around for said collective ass kicking.' She glanced up at him, uncharacteristic uncertainty in her expression, which Sheamus found exquisitely adorable. 'If that's ok with you, babe.'

'Sure, I was lookin' forward to the match meself, love.' He smiled, then addressed Phil: 'Don't s'pose ya need me wishin' ya luck, lad. Hope it goes in yer favour out there.'

'Thanks, man.' Phil replied, and then he was gone, leaving a shout of 'It's clobberin' time!' in his wake.

Rolling her eyes, Shar wrapped her arms around Sheamus' waist, and he dipped his head to kiss her hair.

'I have the most egotistical best friend in the world, ever.' She complained, and Sheamus chuckled. 'Ah, ya could do worse, love.' He retorted gently. 'A lot worse at that.'...

/

Sharona knew Phil would win. Maybe she was biased, and she liked and respected one of his opponents, John Cena, but to her, his 'Best In The World' claim was not arrogant, but fact. He really was the best wrestler in the world.

Nextto her gorgeous Irish boyfriend, of course.

Once she and Shay had offered their congratulations to Phil on his hard-fought victory, they gathered their stuff-including their respective championship belts-and headed back to their hotel room.

Shay looked pretty tired, and so did she, but there was still some leftover adrenaline spiking through her system, and she had several ideas as to how to work it out of her system.

Her boyfriend turned and locked the door, then turned slowly to face her, his expression tender.

'C'mere, love.' He beckoned her, and she went willingly into his embrace, sighing as his strong arms wrapped around her, and she leaned up to meet his lips.

The kiss started out gently, but quickly became more passionate. Sheamus was suddenly hungry for her, for this beautiful woman who was, incredibly, his to touch and taste.

His tongue found its way inside her mouth, and then he was groaning, loudly, helplessly, as Sharona began to suck on it, her hands travelling up his back under his sweater and t-shirt, fingers exploring his skin.

He tore away from her, already half-hard, panting.

'Yer drivin' me mad.' He growled at her. 'D'ya know that?'

All feelings of tiredness had now completely disappeared from Sharona's thoughts and body. Shay's face was a picture of pure desire, eyes wide, pupils dilated, face bright red, swollen lips parted.

Wordlessly-for there were no words needed-she tugged off Shay's sweater, and then, with a single tug, he removed his t-shirt, and it joined his aforementioned sweater in a crumpled heap in the corner of the room .

She eyed his beautiful, chiseled, pale torso, feeling desire lick its way through her own body, and then her mouth was on his body, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses against his chest, her tongue toying with his nipples.

Before she even realized what was happening, a pair of strong hands cupped her backside and lifted her, and then she was flat on her back on the bed, a trembling, flame-haired Irishman looming over her.

He growled deep in his chest, and suddenly, they were practically attacking each other, hands exploring, lips meeting, tongues playing. Clothes went flying in different directions, until, finally, they were both naked.

The physicality they had experienced earlier in the ring, seemed to have fired up their blood, Sheamus mused dimly, as he gazed down at the beautiful milky coffee-skinned goddess-who, not so long ago, he'd been convinced was entirely out of his league-pinned beneath him, her dark eyes full of passion.

He quickly rolled onto his back to get a condom from his bag, and tore it open, slipping it on to his engorged manhood, and then he gasped as Shar suddenly and unexpectedly mounted him, her hips gripping his.

Sharona bent to kiss him briefly, looking into his blue eyes, suffused with desire, but also absolute trust, and she felt his body tighten, another gasp escaping him, as she eased herself onto his erection, crying out as her body slid down the full length of him, essentially impaling herself.

As soon as they were joined, Sheamus bucked upwards, the sensation of her moist walls engulfing him completely almost overwhelming. Gritting his teeth, trying to remind himself that they hadn't even started yet, he forced himself to slow down, rocking gently against her.

But the heat and the passion were too much. Only seconds had passed before he was sitting up, pale hands squeezing Shar's hips, pumping into her, while she clung to him, moaning for him, nails clawing at his back.

He was close. Too close.

'I love ya.' The words were out before he could stop them-not that he wanted to. 'I love ya so much. Oh, darlin'...'

He froze, groaning, as he felt the first spasm of her pleasure, and he held her close to him as she screamed his name, her body shuddering, her head thrown back.

Sheamus kept going for as long as he could, riding out Shar's orgasm, and then, he felt the telltale tightening in his erection, and he buried his face in the soft skin of her neck, his own cries of release muffled as he climaxed, long and hard.

There was no sound for several moments, except the deep inhalations of two people trying desperately to catch their breath. Sharona was flung across Shay's body, unable to move or speak.

That had been so hot.

Then, finally, Shay lifted a shaking hand to run his fingers through her hair. 'You'll be the death of me yet, lass.' He gasped. 'I can't feel me bleedin' legs.'

That got her attention. Dazedly, she raised her head to appraise her boyfriend. His body was flushed and sweating, eyes hazy, red hair tousled.

He looked as absolutely wrecked as she felt.

'Was it worth it?' She teased, and he grinned tiredly. When he smiled like that, it hurt her heart, because he looked too gorgeous for words.

'What do ya think?' He replied 'That was...jaysus, darlin', that was as close to heaven as I think I'll ever get.'

Sheamus' gaze grew more serious as he regarded the gorgeous woman still lying on top of him. This was all he ever wanted.

Her, next to him, loving him.

The two of them against the world.

As he gathered her into his arms, he murmured, 'I think yer goin' ta have ta meet me family soon, darlin'. I don't intend to let ya go anytime soon.'

'I should hope not.' Sharona responded sleepily. 'I'm looking forward to it, babe. I love….'

And just like that, she was fast asleep.

Sheamus grinned, as he gazed down at her sleeping form. Imelda was nothing more than a bad memory, the baby…well, he'd never know the truth, there, but he supposed he would always feel a sadness for that pointless loss.

But this lass, this beautiful, strong, determined lass, had captured his heart, his soul, every single part of him.

He would never, ever let her slip through his fingers again.

He knew his family would love her-his ma had already been on the phone to him several times, wondering when they were all going to meet this new girl in his life.

Soon, he vowed. Very soon.

'I love ya too, darlin'.' He whispered, even though he knew she was in dreamland now and didn't hear a word. 'I always will. Always. I promise ya that.'

And if nothing else, Sheamus O' Shaunessy was a man of his word…

THE END