In catering the next week, Sasha looked nervously around the room. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the table where Bayley was sitting with Charlotte.
"Hey," she said cautiously, sitting down on the other side of Bayley.
"Hey Sasha," Charlotte's tone was surprised, but not unhappy to see her.
"Chicken good?" she asked, unable to think of anything to say.
"Yeah chicken's good," Bayley nodded and glanced between the two of them. "I'm…gonna go eat it over there."
She hurried away with her plate and Sasha laughed, rolling her eyes. Charlotte watched her take a seat at another table before turning back to Sasha.
"Is she ever going to stop meddling?"
"Unlikely… um, I'm sorry."
Charlotte nodded, "yeah, me too."
"It's just been a lot recently, you know?"
"I do," she looked down at her plate and sighed, "Sash, I told Hunter that I thought me going over at Hell in a Cell was the wrong call."
"I know you did," Sasha swallowed hard.
"I've never not been in your corner."
"I know."
"And it doesn't always feel like you're in mine."
"I'm sorry," Sasha looked up at her, "I am."
"I hope so, I really want you there," she nudged Sasha.
Sasha smiled and laughed, feeling the tears behind her eyes.
Across the room, Seth sat down next to Bayley, who seemed to be trying to sneakily watch Sasha and Charlotte.
"Those two making up?" he asked quietly.
"Hopefully," she responded.
"Good, good. How is she?"
"How's who?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Sasha."
"Seth, I'm not the one sleeping with her, that's you."
He rolled his eyes, "well, last time I saw her she seemed upset."
"She didn't say anything?"
"No, she did, I just wanted to know if that's gotten better," he sighed, "I hate to pry with her."
"Yeah, I think she's doing a little better today."
"Good, that's good."
"You guys had fun?"
"Uh yeah, we talked mostly, got some room service."
"Wow, that almost sounds like a date."
"It wasn't a date. It was just a talk."
"Oookay," she laughed.
"Bayley, can I ask you something?"
"Sure,"
"Why are you always trying to get us together?" he leaned in on his elbows.
"It makes her happy," she shrugged.
"Really? Cause if I'm you, if I'm the best friend, the last thing I want for her is to fuck around with a guy like Seth Rollins."
"She's a big girl, she can handle her own heart."
"I don't make you nervous? At all? Usually, I make the best friend nervous."
"You really wanna know why?"
"Yeah, I really do, Yetna."
"Yetna?" she laughed, distracted.
"Fidler on the Roof? Matchmaker. Never mind."
"Because just now you came over here and you asked me how she was doing."
"Well…yeah," he babbled out, "she's my…friend."
"Look, do what you two want, dude, I'm not gonna tell you you're wrong. But walking around here saying it's just sex to you? You're not fooling anybody."
XXX
Later, he found Sasha stretched out on production crate, watching a match.
"Move," he swatted her legs away and she curled them up to her chest. "How'd things go with Charlotte?"
"Good, we're okay," she nodded, "how'd things go with Bayley?"
"Oh, you saw that? Fine. She's shockingly encouraging about the two of us."
"Yeah I've noticed that too," she laughed.
"Almost like she thinks I'm not gonna hurt you."
"Are you?"
He looked up at her, big brown eyes steady.
"You wanna ask the ex-fiancé that?"
She scoffed, "I'm not engaged to you."
"I hope not, how'd I miss that one?"
"Well, I'm glad to see after the other night you don't think that you have to be nice to me."
"Oh, definitely not."
"Good," she smirked, "I didn't want you to be. Um, sorry we didn't get to finish."
"Don't be. I wanted to do that for you."
"Will you let me make it up to you at least?"
"There's nothing to make up. But yes," he looked her up and down. "If you promise to shut up about it."
"Deal. Now if only I could figure out something to get you to shut up."
He smiled at her, "I really hate you, Banks,"
"Yeah," she nudged him, "I hate you too. It keeps me sane."
"Sane? You sure about that?"
"Oh har har," she rolled her eyes.
"Hey, don't look now but cruiserweights ten o'clock, checking you out."
"What?" she looked down the empty hall past him.
"No behind you."
"That's three o'clock. It's a clock," she demonstrated with her hands. "Ten is over there."
"Oh my god, Banks."
"Which ones?"
"Lince, Ceric and," he gnawed on the side of his mouth, "Perkins."
"Really?" her eyes lit up. He knew they had a bit of history, Bayley and her had fought over him at the Cruiserweight Classic. From time to time, he'd seen TJ smiling flirtatiously at her but he didn't think Sasha was into it.
"Don't get too excited, he's too old for you remember?"
She wrinkled her nose. "He looks about 20."
"And he's older than me, why would you want that?"
"He's cute."
"I'm cute."
"You're jealous is what you are."
"Hmpf," he crossed his arms, "oh, look alive."
Cedric and TJ waved as they walked by and he smiled wide at her.
"Hey Sasha, you getting to watch Lince's match with Kendrick?"
"Yeah I'm not on for a couple hours, so I can afford a few minutes before makeup."
"You look beautiful already,"
"Not for out there," she giggled and Seth felt a tightening in his stomach.
"Well still," he smiled slightly, "oh hey Seth, how are you?"
"I'm good Perkins, I'm real good," he said with a cool stare.
"Hey what're you guys doing tonight?" she asked them and Seth snapped his head towards her.
"Probably just hanging out," TJ responded.
"We were planning on hitting the Marriot bar after the show, you guys should come along."
"Yeah definitely," Cedric nodded as TJ grinned, "Bayley going to be there?"
"Usually."
"Good," he nodded "she's chill."
"She's taken."
"I didn't say anything," he laughed. "She's chill."
"We'll see you guys there," TJ smiled at Sasha again before the two walked off.
He watched them and turned back to her, glaring.
"Real subtle, princess."
"What? I'm being friendly."
"You're trying to make me jealous."
"Doesn't take much," she scoffed.
He bit his lip, "whatever. See you tonight, Banks."
Seth was not about to let Sasha get the best of him, flirting with TJ in front of him like that. So despite the feeling in the pit of his stomach, he marched himself down to the bar that night. Sasha, Sami, and Bayley were already sitting with Cedric and TJ.
"Hey guys," he slid into the booth, scooting Sasha to the side, much to her glare. "Oh, what, did you want to switch?" he taunted.
"Well we were kind of in the middle of a conversation," she said looking to TJ in a chair at the head of the table.
Seth slid out again and gestured for her, smirking. She flipped her hair as she switched places with her.
"What were you guys talking about?"
"Uh Roadblock," TJ said, a little awkwardly. "I'm fighting Kendrick again."
"Kendrick's a pro man," Seth said.
"Yeah seriously. It's been great so far."
"He's one of my favorites to watch," Sasha agreed.
"But this one," he grinned at her, "looks like she'll steal the show on Sunday."
"I don't know about that," Sasha laughed.
"No I do, you guys always do better than people expect you to."
"Thanks, TJ," she smiled at him, and the two of them started talking about her match with Nia.
He looked over at Bayley, Sami, and Cedric who were engrossed in their own conversation. Seth sipped on his beer, listening as TJ's tone inch closer and closer to flirtation. It was twisting his stomach to watch Sasha smile at him. Here they went again, she was flaunting the fact that she could wander, just like he'd flaunted it in front of her with Charly. If she was trying to make him jealous, which she definitely was, that little giggle was definitely doing it. Well, he wasn't gonna be outdone.
Sasha laughed at one of TJ's stupid jokes and he'd had enough. Under the cover of the table, he slid his hand along the side of her leg. He saw her breath catch though she kept her cool, not evening looking back at Seth. Well, if that wasn't enough, he'd have to try a little harder. His hand settled on her knee, though TJ hadn't seemed to notice, still staring into Sasha's eyes. Seth rubbed his thumb against the top of her knee and watched as she blushed and tried not to squirm. Still, she didn't swat him away.
"I'm really looking forward to it," she said to TJ, her voice strained. Seth enjoyed seeing her breathe heavier as he squeezed her knee.
"Hey TJ," Bayley said to him, "can you get me the details for the 205 show? I wanna come."
"Yeah," he took his gaze off Sasha to answer Bayley's questions.
When he was distracted in that conversation, Sasha leaned back and muttered in Seth's ear.
"Classy, Rollins."
"Sorry," he snickered in a whisper, "did I distract you from something?"
"You're the worst."
"Just making sure you remember who's kitten you are."
"We've been through this," she hissed.
"Well I guess I need a refresher," he squeezed her knee again and watched as she inhaled sharply.
"You want me to show you?" she challenged.
He bit his lip and grinned.
"I'm calling it a night, guys," he announced suddenly. "Banks," he looked at her and it took her a second before realizing that he was asking her to move.
She slid out of the booth and Seth smiled at her knowingly.
XXX
Fifteen minutes later there was a knock at his door.
"You're late, Banks," he said as he opened it.
"How can I be late when there wasn't an invitation?" she kicked off her shoes and sat on the edge of his bed.
"You didn't get a time from that little touch?" he squeezed her knee again as he sat down next to her.
This time she let out an audible gasp and crashed her lips into his. He cackled.
"Bet TJ can't get that kind of response out of barely touching you, huh?" he growled in her ear, pushing her down onto the bed.
"Seth," she laughed, "for the last time, I have not slept with TJ."
"But you want to, and that's bad enough," he pressed a kiss to her neck.
"I never said that,"
"So you don't want to sleep with TJ then?"
"Seth! Enough."
"Hey you knew what you were getting yourself into baby,"
"Less jealous more kissing please," she pulled him in, and her hands wandering over his back.
"What? Isn't it sexy?"
"You trying to control my life? Not really." She lunged at him for another kiss and he ran his hand up under her skirt.
"I'm not stopping you from sleeping with other guys but I don't have to like it."
"I'm not sleeping with other guys," she blurted out and then paused, realizing what she said.
He propped himself up, "you're serious?"
Sasha sighed, "yeah things have been a little slow since you and me hooked up in Milan."
"Why?"
"Just…haven't been in the mood," she shrugged.
"Sasha, sweetheart, I see you when we're together. Thirsty doesn't begin to cover it."
"It takes a lot of energy okay? You're hoarding it."
"Hoarding?"
"Yeah. Selfish jerk."
Seth smirked, "admit it."
"Admit what?" she dismissed.
"You don't wanna screw anyone but me, don't you, kitten?"
She bit her lip, "can we get on with that now, huh?"
"Sure, sounds like I'm your only source."
"You're such a dick, Rollins."
"Yeah but I'm a dick who's got you turned on."
"Yes, okay, fine, just get to it."
"Enough to ride me?"
"Yes," she groaned, "c'mon, before I leave."
"Ha ha ha, anything you say, princess," he yanked her skirt and underwear down in one swoop and pulled on her tank top.
XXX
Seth ran his hands through his hair, and it stuck to his neck from the sweat. The crisp white sheets lay over his naked body carelessly, and he lazily trailed a finger down his chest and stomach, watching her across the room. She pulled one of his merch t-shirts over her head, wearing nothing else underneath, before washing her face in the bathroom.
"Sash," he groaned, dying to feel her skin again, "come back to bed."
"I just need to cheek my email," she laughed pulling her phone out of her bag.
"Check it in bed."
"I won't get a chance, you'll be too busy kissing on me."
"Exactly," he chuckled, shimming so that the sheet draped lower on his waist.
Sasha's eyes grazed over him and she rolled her eye, looking back to the screen. "That really doesn't work when you're not hard."
"Then I better get hard, huh?" he snuck a hand down under it, raising an eyebrow and looking over the perfect curves of her legs.
She laughed and turned around until she was done with her emails. Finally, she crawled back into bed and he wrapped his arms around her, then his legs.
"All good?"
"Mhmm," she burrowed against him, wiggling slightly and it sent warmth all through his body.
"Hey I, uh-"
"What?" She turned back to face him.
He took a deep breath, "you're the best I've ever had. By a long shot, I mean, no one even comes close."
"Yeah?"
"Stupid good, remember?"
"It is pretty stupid good."
"You don't have to be embarrassed about…you know, cause I feel that way too."
"That you don't want to sleep with TJP anymore?"
He chuckled, rolling his eyes, "like nothing can compare. Like when I'm with anyone else I'm still thinking about you."
"I'm sure someone will knock you off your throne eventually."
"I don't know Banks, you might just find yourself on your honeymoon to Mr. Perfect screaming out my name."
She hit him with one of the pillows from behind her head.
"You're the worst."
"And you are great in bed."
Laughing, she put it back behind her and stared into space for a second.
"What?" he asked, recognizing that thoughtful look.
"I'm not so sure I wanna get married," she leaned back against his arm.
"Really?"
"What? Do I seem like the settle down, get married, and have a ton of kids type?"
"I mean, yeah, actually."
"I don't know how to feel about that," she laughed. "It's just, I dunno, I used to. A lot. But, I guess the way that our lives are, and the past few guys. Now I'm not so sure."
"This lifestyle isn't forever Banks, and neither are the stupid guys…like me. You'll find that soul mate of yours."
"Soul mates," she scoffed, laughing.
"You don't believe in those?"
"I mean, I got Bayley, so I guess so."
"Exactly," he nudged her.
"What about you? I mean you must have, since…"
"Since yeah. I, uh, definitely did then. And I found Dean so they must be real."
"You think you will again?"
"Wanna get married? I dunno. Last time," he sighed and looked up at the ceiling, "things were so rushed. I fell for this girl and I fell hard. I was so…desperate to lock it down and I jumped before either of us were really ready for it"
He looked over at her and blushed, "sorry I got ranty."
"It's okay, I asked."
"Well, I don't wanna do that again."
"Understandable."
"But…maybe, if the right person came along."
"Yeah, the right person," she nodded.
"Don't tell anyone we had this conversation," he smirked, "makes me sound like a damn piner."
"You can be pretty pining."
"That is a damn lie!"
"Uh-huh, sure," she teased.
"Remember that thing about no one measuring up to me?"
"Alright, time for bed," she turned over, flipping a bunch of her hair into his face.
He settled and took a deep inhale. She snuggled against him and he sighed, and it felt wonderful.