"Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down." The thumping of Sam's heart was all that she could hear as she threw herself down to only pick herself back up. Even Bill's loud, obnoxious voice couldn't beat how fast her heart was going at the moment.

If he told her to stop, she had no clue, all she could do was continue this steady rhythm, because if she stopped, she wouldn't begin again. Knowing Bill, he wouldn't be telling her to stop any time soon anyway. So she kept going. Pushing and pushing herself until she finally heard the words come out of Bills mouth.

"That's enough."

Still she threw herself down one more time, and this time, stayed down. Chest heaving, nearly choking on the air coming into her throat. God she felt so good. Sweat was rolling off her body, and she couldn't imagine she smelled too good, but this was when she felt pretty.

She felt on top of the world, unstoppable, carefree, untouchable.

After a hardcore workout, no thoughts crossed her words, nothing. Her mind completely shut off and went to her happier place, and she loved it.

"What got up your ass?" Bill asked, standing over her.

"Nothing," She panted, scrubbing her hand over her face, wincing as the heavy gauze she wrapped her knuckles in scrapped her nose.

"Nothing? I haven't seen you moved like that yet. I want to know what it took to get you there." She didn't say anything, but Bill continued. "Should I ask what happened to your hand instead?"

"I was wondering myself."

Sam chuckled humorlessly and glanced over her shoulder at the blue eyes William Regal. Of course he was here. It had been far too long since he ruined one of her days. "I was wondering where you've been old man," She said, grunting as she stood up. "Thought you might have had enough of all this bullshit and run away."

"And miss your smiling face every day?" Bill asked. "Even he ain't that lucky."

Sam bumped him with her shoulder on her way out the ring, attempting to walk past William, but one simply did not walk past William Regal. Especially when he wanted something. So much for wishful thinking.

He stepped directly in front of her, eying her up and down.

"While I'm flattered William, you're married," Sam said trying to step to the side to have him do the same thing.

"What happened to your hand?" He asked.

"Straight to the point I see," She said, taking a step back, seeing that William didn't plan to let her go easily, and he was probably one of the only people that could make her stay when all she wanted to do was run.

Well, maybe not run. Not after that workout.

"Let me see," He said.

She starred at him, debating what to do, her bottom lip caught between her lips. Whys he didn't flat out say no was beyond her.

No, that was a lie. She knew exactly why she didn't flat out say no. It was because it was William Regal, and she was never able to tell him no.

There were some people that just had the ability to break down walls and completely take over, and if she knew if her and William were relationship status, she would be utterly screwed and whipped. She practically was and he was more of a father figure than anything else.

So telling him no wasn't really any option, they were past that in their relationship. He wouldn't force her, he never did. But he never had to.

"Let's do this in my office," He said, sensing her internal battle, knowing that if she was going to do this, give in, she preferred to do it when no one else was able to witness.

Wordlessly she followed him into his small office and took a seat in her normal spot, immediately kicking her legs up and dropping her head back as he moved around the tiny room. No new patterns on the ceiling. How disappointing.

She lifted her head up to find William leaned over his desk, opening a first aid kit and pull stuff out, lining them up in a neat row.

Looked like this was going to happen. Looked like she was going to break down yet another wall for him and let him in, once again. If she knew what it was about him that made her do this, she swears she would find a way to build her walls even higher to make them unbreakable.

Drifting away from those thoughts, she decided to focus on William, who at the moment was straighten all the stuff he pulled out of the first aid kit. Again. She would have made a comment about his OCD, but all the happy, bubbly energy from her workout was starting to wane now that she stopped moving, and all the pain and discomfort was starting to seep in her bones again, and this time, a haze of weariness covered them.

What was William going to make her reveal this time. He sat down in his seat across from her and extended his hands, waiting. She hesitated for only a moment before slowly moving her bad hand into his grip, wincing at what was to come.

Wordlessly he began to untangle the wrist tape she had wrapped heavily around it in attempt to protect it while practicing, but the more tape that was removed spots of blood popped up, becoming heavier and heavier as the tape started to truly unravel.

With anyone else, a lecture would have started and she would be scolded for being so careless, but with William, he didn't say a word, instead got to cleaning up her. Washing away blood, disinfecting it, pulling pieces of the wall she missed out, disinfecting it some more before wrapping it up once more.

No words were said, no scolding looks, just comfort and the knowledge that yes, he cared, and yes he worried. It was a lot for Sam to handle, and most of the time, it was too much, hence why she escaped when she could, but this time, she stayed seated, even after he was done wrapping her hand. She just rested in the chair and watched him throw things away and clean up.

Finally, when all activity ceased, it was just the two of them looking each other in the eyes. Like always, they both searched for answers, and none could be found. This was a routine with them, one that was followed diligently, and would continue to be followed until finally, all the searching questions would be answered. Neither realized it yet, but sooner than they thought, those answers would eaily be answered.

"When are you going to understand?" William finally asked. She swallowed and watched him without saying a word. "I'm here for Sam. I want to help."

"You can't help me," She said, shaking her head.

"Then why are you still sitting here?"

xXx

Her feet slapped the ground with a slat, and she found herself satisfied with the noise. So much that she continued to do it. Over and over again until she finally reached her destination.

Her and this gas station were practically bootie calls at this point. It was always ready for her whenever she needed to relieve stress, and in return, all she had to do was buy something off of it and they were good to go.

Easy.

Except this time she didn't have money with her.

This run was kind of heat of the moment thing. After her little discussion with Regal, she had left his office kind of numb, his words running through her head, sending chills down her spins and making her blood turn icy in her veins.

Why was she still there? Why didn't she just get up and go? Why did she even let it get that far?

She considered herself strong, independent. She didn't need anyone to take care of her, didn't want that, it allowed too many attachments. Yet she sat there, let him clean her hand up, and stayed, at least ten minutes.

So if she was all of those things she considered herself, then why did she continue to let him in?

She stopped in front of the store, catching her breath while glancing around. It was extremely got today, the sun beating down on everything, including Sam, practically roasting her. Figures, on one of the hottest days of the year, she didn't bring money to get something to drink.

She settled for leaning against the side building, soaking up all the shade she could get before she had to run back to the training facility to get in her car, where she knew water was. An AC. With the hot sun beating down on her, the AC seemed more appealing.

"You alright?"

She glanced up, squinting against the sun that escaped around the large shadow of the man standing a few feet away from her. The way the sunlight escaped around his shadow nearly made her want to laugh. It made this look like a movie scene. Tired weary runner has no money, no water, no ride back to safety, and runs into one of the men she tried to avoid.

"I'm fine," She rasped, looking back down and concentrating on the sidewalk and away from those intense eyes. Every single time. One of these days, there would come a time where those eyes didn't unnerve her like they did, but today was not the day.

A few moments later, a new object invaded her eyesight. Never in her life would Sam think something so simple would steal her heart, but it did. Her heart beat up a notch as she reached for it, nearly groaning in anticipation as she quickly unscrewed it and brought it to her lips, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of the cool liquid hit her tongue and slid down her throat. She took several gulps, much to the amusement of the large Samoan known as Roman Reigns.

She glared at him while pulling away from her small heaven. "Are you judging me Reigns?" She asked almost mockingly.

"Not mocking, but judging," He said smoothly, flashing her a grin that no doubt could make a nun spread her arms and legs and yell take me.

"Welcome to the club big boy," Sam said, pushing off the wall to fully face him, even though being this close to him still made her a little nervous and twitchy. "I suppose I should thank you for buying me water."

"Wouldn't want a friend of one of my brothers dying of heat exhaustion," He shrugged, and then his eyes narrowed. "I'd think you would be smart enough to not workout on the hottest day of the year."

"What can I say, I'm an over achiever," She said, squinting slightly. "It is pretty hot out, isn't it?"

"I'm assuming you've recently moved to Tampa."

"And hate every second of it," Sam agreed.

"Then why stay here?"

"If you want to know about me Roman you could at least take me out to dinner," Sam said, earning a smirk from him, and a small grin from Sam. "And as much as I'm loving this small talk, I've got to run."

"See you around I guess."

Unlikely. Those piercing grey eyes were suddenly back and hitting hard, and maybe it was because she was no longer relaxed, or maybe it was because she gave him a itny peek into her world and he wanted to know. Not from a romantic standard, not at all. She knew he was in a relationship and with a beautiful little girl. He was just the type of person who genuinely cared and wanted to help..

Someone she avoided in every aspect of her life.

"Sure," She agreed, quickly finishing her water bottle and tossing it in the trash while he walked back towards his car. "Hey Roman," she called before he got in his car as something finally struck her. "I'm not Seth's friend."

He simply gave her a gentle smile that drained her of any fight she had left in her and got in his car and drove away.

xXx

"Good job kid, but next time we gotta work on you facial expressions," Bill said, earning a raised eyebrow from Sam. "It's not just about running through the moves, you gotta react to them in every way, gotta make the faces. So I'm gonna bring Daphenne back in here since you worked so well together last time and we're gonna work through them. Understood?"

"Whatever man," She muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Ay, don't whatever me," Bill said, pointing at her. "I don't have to do this for you! I'n doing you a favor, I ain't getting anything from this."

"Oh relax before you blow a blood vessel," Sam said, heading towards the locker room, ignoring the bickering Bill behind her. They had been through this more times then Sam really wanted to count, she knew how it went, and to be honest, after the first three times, it got old quickly.

She was just about to pass the male locker room when someone suddenly walked out of it, stopping her in her tracks and nearly making her stumble backwards. She opened her mouth, fully prepared to yell at the idiot that ran into her, when the words seemed to get stuck in her throat and she immediately close it.

Keeping her mouth open around this man wasn't exactly the best idea, something she learned during one of their sessions together.

"Long time no see," He said, eyes narrowing.

She didn't reply, couldn't. Words wouldn't form, she couldn't even comprehend them. Being around him always turned into a puddle of mush, going from a strong out spoken person, to a perfect little sub that followed his every orders, and always wanting more.

It had been far too long since they had been together, over a week to be exact, and she only had herself to blame for that. She had been the one running, hiding, and seemed he had finally found her.

"Have you been avoiding me Sam," He breathed, taking a step closer so their chest brushed against one another.

"No," She rasped, hearing the lie to her own voice. Whether he heard it or not, he didn't show it, simply examined her from head to toe, focusing on her hand for a split second. He reached out and touched it, before pulling back and taking a step back, giving her a chance to breath again and regain some sense of composure.

"What are you doing later?"

You, apparently she thought.

"Nothing."

"Keep it that way."

xXx

"Shit," She gasped as he slammed into from behind, over and over again. Their skins slapped together with the force of his thrusts, and her body jerked forward, only to be drawn back by his hands, meeting his thrust.

Their bodies were slippery with sweat, breaths coming in pants, and both of them coming closer and closer to release. Sam eyes closed as he suddenly pressed her head into the mattress and pounded away, groaning as he plowed into her g-spot.

"Fuck baby," He rasped in her ear, his hips pausing to grind into her, making her moans pick up a pitch. "So fucking tight around my dick." Thrusts picked up a little faster, only to slow down, to pick up once more. Any time he would come close to his own release, he would completely stop, making Sam growl in frustration.

He simply chuckled and slapped her ass, making her gasp in surprise, yet still push back against him, encouraging him to continue.

"Such a needy slut, huh?" He purred in her ear, wrapping her hair around his fist and yanking her head back, giving his lips easy access to her throat. He nibbled and sucked, and it was so tender it caused an ache in Sam's heart she didn't recognize, and wasn't entirely sure she wanted to recognize.

His hand left her hand and slide down her naked back and down to her hip, where it latched itself to while Dean straightened up and the thrust continued, this time at a hard and fast pace that Sam couldn't keep up with and left her scrambling to get a grip of something.

He was unrelenting, and even when she pleaded for him to slow down, he kept going, and only pumped it up a notch by reaching between her legs to fondle her clit, and that was it. She was gone.

She was running too high on her bodies feeling to notice Dean tightening up, his hips jerking, before he fell on top of her, completely undone as well.

As Sam laid there, covered in sweat and with a sweaty Dean Ambrose on her, the only thing that she could think of is why she avoided this for so long.

xXx

"You're not going to write titty master on them again, are you?" Roman asked, watching one of his brothers wrap up his hands.

"One time dude, one time," Dean said, glaring up at the larger man. "And known of you will let it go."

"It's kind of hard to when we still have fans coming up asking if you'll master their tits," Roman said, causing Dean to smirk as he finished up his tape job.

"Jealous old man?" He taunted, earning a shove from Roman.

"You two going at it still?" the youngest shield member ask as he walked into their locker room, just coming from catering. When he left they had been bickering, and seemed they hadn't stopped.

"Rome's jealous of me," Dean said. "Mad he can't get no tittes anymore."

"I can get more then you," Roman scoffed.

"Please, you only got one set now and your whipped," Seth said, grinning at the older man.

"At least it's a good set."

"Dude!" Roman exclaimed while Seth laughed.

"What?" Dean frowned. "I was complementing them!"

"I don't want you talking about my wife's boobs."

"Fiancé."

Roman glared at Seth, not amused with his sudden interruption. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Seth simply grinned and began to get ready for the show. This banter was usual between them, they fought like brothers, simply because that's what they were. And being brothers, they knew each other well and knew when something was bothering them. And something was bothering Seth.

"You alright bro?" Roman asked after Seth checked his phone for the fifth time in less than ten minutes.

"Huh?" Seth asked, clearly distracted.

"You okay?" Roman asked again, and this time Dean stopped what he was doing and focused on Seth too.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Seth shrugged, yet checked his phone again. "You know that chick Sam?"

"The one you always complain about?" Roman asked with furrowed eyebrows while Dean got back to getting ready, head lowered.

"Yeah," Seth said. "Corey's a friend of hers still and said she went through some shit and I'm worried about her."

Went through what kind of shit?

Dean struggled not to look up and be interested, event though all he wanted to do was grill Seth and find out what he meant. What did he mean something happened to her? Who? What? When? Dean gritted his teeth, and rather roughly, yanked his vest out of his bag and started putting it on.

A better question was why did he give a fuck?

"Have you talked to her?"

"She wouldn't let us. Punched a wall and stormed out."

Dean slowed down on his vest as he thought about it. That could explain her hand the time she came to him. She had punched a wall, and he had only made it worse. But it wasn't like she hadn't been asking for it, in fact, she had been begging for it.

"I saw her a few days ago, seemed fine to me."

So did Dean, right before he left for Raw. She also seemed fine to him, better then fine actually, but he doubted Seth would want to hear about their sexual encounter and how fine he made her. He doubted Seth would ever want to hear about them.

Dean knew they had a pass, whether it was sexual or not, he didn't know, didn't want to know. But he did know it didn't turn out good for either one of them, and it left Seth hating her. He didn't want anything to do with her, so what would he think when he learned Dean was so close to her? How would he react?

Dean knew exactly how he would react, and that thought made him twitchy. He had lost a lot of people in his life, but someone he didn't want to lose was his brother and one of his best friends.

So that meant one thing.

He'd have to lose Sam.

"It'll all work out bro," Roman said, squeezing Seth's shoulder.

"Yeah, she's moody, she'll come around," Seth said, shrugging it off even though it was clear that this affected him. "I'm gonna go grab a water," Seth declared.

"See ya," Roman said while Dean gave him a two finger salute.

He left, and the locker door shut with a click, and Dean found himself under the stare of a large Samoan. He avoided as long as he could, but he could feel the man practically drilling a hole into the side of his face, and finally looked up with a questioning look.

"What?" Dean asked with raised eyebrows.

"I hope you know what you're doing," was all Roman said before following Seth out as well, leaving Dean starring in his wake.

xXx

He knocked on the door, and the noise seemed to echo in this quite hallway, and he glanced around, almost angry at it. Why did this have to seem so dramatic? He was just telling her they couldn't fuck anymore, which should be fine considering the fact that's all they did. It's not like he was breaking up with her.

And yet the entire way here he kept running through possibilities in his head where he could avoid this, continue seeing her. Maybe they would just have to be more secretive, meet less often, hate each other more in public? Or maybe he should talk to Seth about her a little more, find out if this was something he would even get upset about. That thought immediately left his mind. Last time he caught them together he completely flipped and tore Sam a new one. So that one was out.

All of the other options had a possibility of working, but did he really want to put in all this effort just for some pussy? He could find that anywhere, and plenty of it, the only problem was, and this was what scared him the most, was that he didn't want to. He only wanted Sam's, and even if he went looking for others, nothing would compare to hers now that he's had it.

So this was the best situation for both of them, end it before they got to serious about it and before he got even more into this than he bargained for.

He had just raised his fist to knock again when the door swung open, and their she was, looking absolutely bitchy and fuck worthy.

Damn her for making this harder.

"It is 3 in the morning Dean," She growled, eyes half way open as she glared at him.

"You don't' think I know that?" He spat. "I'm the one that had to drive here from the airport when it was 2 in the morning."

Her eyes closed and she scrubbed a hand over her face before looking at him once more. "It's to late to be doing what you want," She finally said, assuming that he was coming for what he always did. And it was tempting, but even Dean wasn't that cruel.

"I didn't come here for that," He said, making her look at him in surprise. "And I'm never coming here for that again."

She didn't look that surprised, in fact, she didn't look anyway at all. She had gone blank, and he couldn't read anything from her, making him want to twitch. Was she going to freak out and cause a scene? Shit, was she going to cry? What the hell was going on in that mind of hers.

"Okay," She said finally.

Okay?

That was it?

"Alright," Dean said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh."

"I'm going back to bed Dean," She said, already stepping back into her room and about to close the door. "And I suggest you do the same thing, you look like you're about to drop." And then she was gone, back into her room and back to sleep like nothing happened.

Just like he should be doing, because nothing happened, right?

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