"So this is it," he said as he unlocked the door to his house in Davenport and let her in, "those are the stairs, that's the hall closet,"

She laughed at his idea of a home tour as he slipped her winter coat off of her shoulders and hung it up.

"You said you wanted to know what it was like,"

"Yeah, I did," she rolled her eyes, following him into the kitchen.

"Oh okay, here, this," he smiled at a guy sitting at his kitchen table, typing on a laptop, "is my brother, Brandon."

"Hey," the man, a little bit younger than Seth, with many of the same features, stood up and gave her a hug. "It's good to finally meet you, Sasha,"

"Finally?" she raised an eyebrow at Seth. She knew a lot about Brandon, but didn't think Brandon knew anything about her.

He shrugged, "I tell him everything."

"Not, not everything," Brandon said with a laugh. "Don't worry."

"But if he's here that means that someone is around here somewhere," Seth looked around and whistled. A tiny Yorkie with brown fur came running. "There he is!"

He scooped up the dog and brought her over to her. "This is Kevin."

"Oh I like this part," she giggled.

Seth smiled at his brother, "thanks for bringing him by for me."

"Yeah anytime," he said, slipping his laptop back into a backpack. "I guess I'll see you both tomorrow?"

"Uh, yeah," she smiled a little bit.

"Don't be nervous, they'll love you," he nudged her, "bye Seth."

"See ya."

The front door closed behind him, and Sasha curled up with Seth's puppy on the couch in the living room. He laughed, sitting down next to her.

"Somebody's in love," he grinned as Kevin rolled over to his back and she rubbed his belly.

"So that's your brother, huh?"

"That's him."

"He seems nice,"

"He's the best. He'll make sure you're taken care of tomorrow, he's good like that."

"Isn't that your job?"

"Oh is it?"

She laughed, and pushed him playfully. He turned on the TV and picked up one of the Xbox controllers, passing her the other.

"Think you're ready for this?"

"I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into, Rollins."

He loaded up 2k17 and warmed up his hands, "alright house rules, aka, my house my rules."

She rolled her eyes, "let's hear 'em."

"Best two out of three, first loss, you take off that tight little dress." His eyes grazed over the sweater dress, "and your leggings."

"Or you take off those sweat pants and that dumb tshirt."

"Aw does it make you jealous?" he smirked, looking down at one of Paige's This is My House tshirts that he picked up back in the days of PCB. They'd been friends for a long time, Sasha knew that.

She pouted at him and he mimicked her with his own lips. "Well if you feel that way,"

In one swoop, he'd pulled it off and dropped in on the floor. Her heart skipped a beat at as he flexed for her. "Better?"

"Much."

"Ha ha ha, anyway. First loss down to underwear, second loss…" he smirked at her "well."

"Yeah yeah."

"The usual grand prize?"

She shot him a smug side eye. "Let's go,"

"Oh that got your attention did it?"

"Shut up and pick your character."

"Well, obviously, I'm going to be me," he leaned back on the couch, pushing the buttons on his controller.

"That's fine, I'll be Nakamura."

She started Nakamura's incredibly long entrance, smirking. Seth rolled his eyes and hit X to break out, attacking her from behind.

"I hate you!"

"This is war, Banks, no time for swag."

She grumbled as they fought, he was pretty good at this sort of thing. Occasionally, she'd see him flex his chest out of the corner of her eye.

"That's not going to work."

"You sure about that?"

"Pretty sure," she said, hitting him with a combo and going for a pin. He kicked out easily and started beating up on her character.

"Aha," he smirked as a little F appeared by his head. Getting Nakamura into position he went for a Pedigree.

"No! No no no!" She desperately tried to kick out but couldn't quite time it right. "NO!"

"Ha ha ha" Seth grinned as his music played on the TV. She looked over at him with wide eyes.

"How?" she groaned, tipping her head back.

"C'mon Banks, I don't have all day," he raised his eyebrows at her. "Take it off."

She grumbled, sliding the leggings off and tossing them to the side. His gaze was hot on her as she lifted the dress over her head.

"Aw, you wear that for me?" he looked her up and down. Admittedly, she had. It wasn't exactly a good travel bra, sheer white lace covering just enough, it was more something designed to make him drool. And it was working.

"Pick your jaw up from the floor Rollins, game 2." She settled in, letting his eyes run over her as she selected the match type. "I get to be me this time."

"Can you wrestle in that too?" he smirked and she glared at him. "Alright alright, I'll be Bayley."

"Game on Rollins,"

She leaned in a bit and could feel his eyes on her chest.

"That's cheating."

"No, I think it's perfectly within the rules," she said, punching his character in the face. She knew her own moveset better than he ever could, maybe this was going to go her way after all.

His eyes kept flicking between her and the screen, unable to truly focus it seemed. He kept making stupid mistakes, letting her get advantages she shouldn't have had. She smirked at him every time he did, until finally she tied the model of Bayley up on the ropes and drove her knees through her stomach.

"Haha check," she said pulling him into the middle of the ring and hitting the Bank Statement.

"Oh no you don't," he said, mashing the buttons of the controller to no avail. "Goddammit!" he threw it down as Bayley tapped out.

Sasha giggled, "don't be a bad sport, now we're even."

Her eyes ran down to his sweat pants. He bit his lip sliding them off and tossing them in a pile with hers.

"Well I wore these for you," he said, adjusting the tight boxer briefs. "I know how much you like them."

"Gee thanks. Alright, match set."

"I wanna be Cesaro,"

"Hey! I wanted to be Cesaro."

"You can be Sami."

"Fine," she kept her eyes straight ahead, she wouldn't fall into the same pitfalls as he did.

But Seth, he was determined. She knew well enough that once he set his mind to something, he made it happen, and apparently tonight that was getting her naked. He got her in the Swing and she knew she was in trouble. A few kicks and a Very European Uppercut later, she was shouting at the TV as he pinned her character.

"Ha ha ha," he was grinning as she shot up out of her seat.

"Fuuuuck."

"Not yet." He sat back with his hands behind his head.

"You just steal my line, Rollins?"

"Stop stalling. Or would you like help?"

She pursed her lips and moved her hair to one side in front of her shoulder. The clasp of her bra snapped in two with help from him. He pressed his lips to her neck and slipped the straps down.

"Mmm," she pushed back against him as his hands ran down her stomach and to the matching panties. He tossed both to the pile of clothes they'd accumulated.

"Don't get too comfortable, Banks," he whispered in her ear, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. "You have a job to do."

"Cute, real cute," she said pushing him down on the couch and tugging on the boxer briefs. "These are gonna have to go."

He nodded at her and leaned his head back on the couch as she pulled them down and wrapped her lips around him.

"Oh that's good…"

She pulled it out for a moment, smugly saying, "I know," and licked her lips.

"Don't-" Seth might've wanted that to sound commanding, but it was yearning instead. She smiled and went back to it as he relaxed again. "Ah… you practice this on lollipops or? Ow-shit. Okay! Shutting up."

He did shut up, but started thrusting slowly, deepening it. That could go either way for him, depending on her mood, but she let him have it tonight. When he started shaking under her, she pulled her lips up and straddled him.

"Hi," he smiled, pulling her into him as she started moving on top.

She laughed "Hi."

"How'd I taste?" His voice was raspy and thick.

"Oh shut up Rollins," she giggled, leaning into a kiss.

"That good, huh?"

She rolled her eyes, thrusting against him harder as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Hey…"

"Hm?" she mumbled from the place she'd buried herself in his hair.

"Uh…" he seemed nervous all of a sudden, she lifted up and met his eye.

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head, "nothing, don't worry about it."

XXX

She'd survived the dinner with his parents, them avoiding asking about what the relationship was. Maybe they already knew, or maybe Seth's past had made them slow to get their hopes up. They were nice, pleasant, exactly what he had described, but it wasn't until dinner was over that she breathed easy again.

"Pool?" Brandon asked Seth as they begun to clear the table.

"You trying to get your ass kicked?" he laughed. "Banks here is actually pretty decent, y'know."

"Actually pretty decent?" she said, crossing her arms. "Is that a challenge?"

"Almost always."

"Hey Seth, why don't you help me clean up," his dad said over his shoulder, "and let those two go?"

"Yeah okay," he pushed his chair out, "but when I'm done, you're going down."

"It's on," she laughed, following Brandon down to the basement.

He set up the pool table and the rack, while Sasha pulled her hair up into a high ponytail.

"That wasn't too bad was it?" he smiled at her.

"No, of course not. I mean, Seth and me, we're kinda…" she shrugged, unable to find a word that actually described it.

"Yeah," he chuckled, his laugh was just like Seth's, "so I've heard. You wanna break?"

"Sure," she leaned over the table and took her shot, sending the pool balls in different directions.

"I'm glad he has you, whatever you guys are."

"Yeah?" she asked looking up from the table.

"Yeah, I am. Honestly, I wasn't really sure how he'd take Jenna getting engaged but-"

"Jenna's engaged?"

"Oh, uh, yeah," he realized his mistake, and looked down to the table for his shot. "Just a few weeks ago."

"He didn't mention anything."

He hit the white ball into a solid, sending it into one of the pockets. "That's probably because he doesn't care. Because he has you."

"Yeah…I guess."

"I think you're good for him. Not that he needs more competition in his life, but" he laughed, "he needs that balancing force. He goes a little crazy without it."

"And I'm a balancing force?" she asked, lining up her shot.

"From the way he talks about you, pretty sure you're a force of nature."

She looked up at him from the table and blushed. "He talks about me?"

"Nonstop."

There was a patter on the stairs as Seth ran down them. "What're you guys talking about?"

"You," Brandon said, nonchalantly.

"Ha, of course. Careful with that shot, Banks, you could scratch." His eyes moved from the table down to her ass.

"Eyes forward, brother."

Seth looked up to him and laughed, and Sasha took her shot, coming up short of the pocket.

"Ugh," she glared at him, "that's your fault."

He cackled, "so easily psyched out."

She perused her lips at him as Brandon lined up his shot.

"Bathroom?"

"Top of the stairs, right across the hall."

"Thanks," she handed her cue to Seth and turned to leave, her hair dancing behind her.

"What'd dad want?" Brandon asked when she was out of the room.

"Asking about her."

"Yeah I figured, what'd you tell him?"

He leaned on the edge of the pool table. "That we've been seeing each other for a while, but she had a recent broken engagement and neither of us want to slap a label on it."

"So basically she's your girlfriend."

"Basically," a smile crept onto his face, he couldn't help it. He glanced over his shoulder, "I uh, I wanna tell her I love her."

Brandon let out a low whistle. "You got a ring?"

"Oh shut up."

He laughed, "Okay okay, but that is what you do when you fall for someone. How far gone are you this time?"

"Pretty…pretty far. I just haven't, I don't know, I haven't been able to say it out loud to her."

"Big surprise."

"Alright!"

"Okay," Brandon laughed, "I'm done. Seriously, you're in love with her, and she's good for you. Don't let your pride ruin it because you're afraid she'll reject you."

XXX

Coming out of his master bathroom later that night, he rubbed a towel to his hair and grinned at the sight. Sasha was stretched out on his bed, wearing one of his many Black and Brave Wrestling Academy tshirts, it was a little too small for him, hitting higher than usual on her bare thigh. His Yorkie was stretched out on his back, wagging his tail as she rubbed his belly and scratched behind his ears. She smiled up at him.

"Ha, you enjoying yourself?" Seth laughed.

"I can get used to this."

"Oh me too," he put his towel back up on the hook on the door, and climbed into bed with them.

"Sorry, there's no more room," she teased, her eyes glimmering.

"Yeah?" he straddled her, pinning her down to the bed and kissing her neck.

"Hey hey hey, not in front of Kevin!"

"Fine, Kevin, shoo!" he pushed the puppy gently and he barked before jumping off the bed and waddling out of the room.

"Horrible."

"I bought him the fanciest doggie bed ever, he can sleep in the living room." He leaned in to kiss her on the mouth and she laced her fingers in his wet hair.

"This shirt looks good on you," he said in a hungry voice, starting to feel her through the fabric.

She giggled as he buried his face into the crook of her neck and started kissing.

"You should keep it," he whispered in her ear.

"Yeah?"

"If you're wearing it like this, definitely."