Chapter 25: Stormy Weather

AJ Lee approached the hooded figure that stood before with the utmost knew exactly who he was; but she wasn't sure if his instinct was to see her or not. Swallowing her pride, she went ahead and stepped forward to him, readying her body just in case he would decide to throw her over the skyscraper ledge.

But that was never something he would do, and as soon as she saw it in his eyes, she knew it too. "Hey Punk," AJ said, throwing her arms around her estranged husband, who more than happily wrapped his arms tight around her small frame. "Hey babe, missed you," the Chicago native said, planting a kiss on her lips. It felt good to finally be kissing his wife again after what felt like eons.

"Missed you too," AJ smiled. "So...Chicago skyscraper huh? Why did you want us to meet up here?" she asked out of curiosity. Punk took a seat on one of the two chairs and motioned for his wife to take the other, which she did. "Let's talk, shall we?" Punk suggested, kicking up his feet. "First off, let me say that I'm sorry to hear you lost your Divas title over Brie kissing you, although I'm sure a part of you liked it."

AJ made a face. "Gee, thanks and whether I liked it or not, I'll never tell. You seem quite jealous as it is," she pointed out, sipping on a Coke she pulled from out her bag. "Jealous? Nahh not me. I mean, even if I was, it's not like you haven't kissed other guys before and become infatuated with other men like Roman I right?" Punk said, crossing his arms as his eyebrows furrowed, zoning in on AJ.

AJ winced, just a bit uncomfortable under Punk's stare, tried to shy away but escaping Punk's stare was impossible. What was she gonna do, jump off the skyscraper? Although she did like thrills…"earth to AJ? What's wrong? Trying to come up with some bullshit excuse? I know we talked about this once before, but I don't think we got everything out-" AJ threw her soda off the skyscraper in irritation.

"Would you shut up already? God, I can't do this with you right now," AJ said, pacing back and forth feeling very anxious. Punk, not exactly in a caring mood at the moment, egged her on. "Yeah you can't do it with me right now because you're probably doing it with Roman, both figuratively and literally," he provoked her. "I told you that I didn't want you in WWE, and he's the least of your problems right now," Punk added.

"Yeah, it's completely anarchy right now, but I'd rather deal with that crazy mess right now than deal with an asshole of your sociopathic tendencies," AJ argued back. "Yes, I screwed up but you haven't? None of us are perfect-" Punk waved her off.

"Blah blah blah, of course none of us are perfect. Some of us are just downright horrible. Hell we're devils. But not you AJ, you're something else. Which is why I brought this," Punk said, pulling out a small briefcase of his bag as AJ looked on. Her heart began to sink when she finally realized what was truly going on here.

"I thought you were going to be that one positive vibe in my life that made me truly happy, but I guess I was wrong about that one too," Punk said, as he opened the briefcase for AJ to see, and as much as she wanted to bring herself to cry, she couldn't. "Just sign these so we can move on with our lives and we'll just pretend that this whole little experiment was just that: an experiment. An experiment that utterly failed."

AJ looked at him one time, blinked, and slapped the taste out of the Second City Saint's mouth, before signing the papers, making quick haste of the deed, before shoving everything off the table and onto the floor. "I loved you, I hope you know that. Now you don't even deserve a place in my heart," AJ said, as Punk held his mouth in pain.

Did he really just let AJ Lee go? Well he had, and now Punk was in the world of millions of divorced singles. Served the bastard right. Shaking his head as he looked at the papers, he sighed. Jealousy had gotten the better of him yet again, his podcast had put AJ at odds with others at work, and now his hissy fit had cost them their marriage.

He sighed. It was time to go ghost again.

Cimmaron Cafe

The powerhouse known to the world as Roman Reigns entered the cafe, which seemed to hold a lot of recent history for the fomrer Shield member. After all, it was the exact place where his former friend and Shield brother Seth Rollins had taken him to try a new breakfast joint, and also introduced him to the enigmatic Sasha Banks. A girl who could definitely handle her own and then some, Roman thought she was a breath of fresh air and an entirely different type of chick who entered his life.

Things could have gone a lot different, but at seemingly every corner,he attempted to make some kind of move, crazy shit was transpiring. Political agendas of the Authority, exploding buildings, Cena shirts rapidly appearing everywhere in different colors. Every obstacle, no matter what they were, had gotten in the way, but now they had been handled, so what was going to stop them from trying now?

He thought the place had been closed, but to his surprise he found his best friend Dean Ambrose at the counter, throwing down on a truckload of waffles with smooth butter, rich syrup, and more in its golden glory. "Fancy seeing you here brotha'," Dean commented, stuffing down three bits at a time without slowing down as crumbs flew everywhere. Roman chuckled, as he took a seat next to Dean.

"You fucking pig," Roman said as he pulled up a menu in his hands to decide on what he wanted to order. The incessant smacking in his ear from Dean eating bacon was enough for Roman to push Dean onto the floor and singlehandedly eat the rest of his waffles. "I deserved that," Dean said, laughing as he got back up and onto his chair. "How life's been treating you lately; banged anybody new lately?" Dean questioned, drinking a beer he ordered.

"Nope. Family drama, personal issues, and rehabbing the shoulder as usual," Roman said, and Dean nodded his head as if he were his friend's psychologist. "Hmmm I see. You know what cheers me up? Mastering some ti-" Dean's voice trailed off when the door opened and there stood Sasha Banks, dressed in a navy blue hoodie. She didn't exactly look herself, but it may have been in part due to the dim lighting of the cafe at night.

"Roman, please come here for a minute," Sasha requested, and before Dean could object, Roman was already on his way to the Boss. He was met upon arrival with a harsh slap to the face, but it didn't necessarily faze him. He turned his head back to face Sasha, but she delivered one slap after another to his face until ten slaps later when she just couldn't take it anymore and broke down in tears.

Sasha was one tough individual, but once you break down someone's barriers and affect them enough, they start to crumble, and right before Roman's very eyes Sasha was doing just that. "Where the hell were you huh? Where the hell were you when we needed you most huh Superman? Answer my fucking question! Answer it!" Sasha cried, trying to grab a hold of his hoodie. Her face only sank into the chest of it as Roman brought her in for a tight embrace.

"Where were you and Dean? You guys let him take JoJo!" Sasha cried, kicking Dean in the nuts who had joined them outside, making him reel in pain. "Slow down Banks, what the hell do you mean they took JoJo?!" Roman said, making her look back at him. "Who took her? Where? I need to know!" Sasha slowly looked back up into his eyes and glared. "Brock fucking Lesnar took her jackass!"

Roman was in complete shock that Brock Lesnar of all people, would proactively go down to the Performance Center and abduct an NXT Diva of all people? He had to have some ulterior motive. Brock wasn't exactly that nor was he a master strategist, so somebody else clearly had to be using Brock in the ploy. Roman however, wasn't exactly in the mood to think about it. Too much was on his mind already and this was just another problem piled on top of his current ones.

"Hey boss lady," Dean said recovering and catching his breath, "Brock should've took your short ass too, but luckily for Roman he didn't so now he can tear that ass up himself," Dean laughed like a lunatic as he walked to his car. "Y'all coming? It's about to start lightning and blowing shit up like a hurricane barbecue," Dean suggested, and as rain began to pour down cold and heavy.

Roman quickly hopped in the backseat, tossing an unwilling Sasha in first before he hopped in himself. "Ugh, I do not need to be around you two right now! I need to go find my friend before it's too late!" Sasha pleaded, struggling to open the door, but Dean pressed the master lock button, sealing all doors locked and shut. "Fuckers," Sasha complained, as Dean turned up the radio.

"For those of you in the Tampa, Winter Park, and Orlando areas, we heavily advise you to seek shelter immediately. Hurricane Stephanie is currently headed your way and we all heavily advise you once again to seek safe and temporary shelter until this storm has officially blown over. Thank you.

"Well guys, looks like we're headed for a little detour to the Hyatt Regency down the block here," Dean said, pulling his car into the parking lot and parking in a secure spot. "Alright everybody out," Dean said, forcing Roman and Sasha to pile out of the car. As soon as they were out, Dean brought the car's engine to life,ready to head out.

"Where the FUCK do you think you're going?!" Sasha screamed, and Dean smirked in her face. "You just don't know me as well as you think you do sweetheart," Dean smirked, putting his sunglasses back on his face, and immediately raced out the parking lot and back into the storm.

"Aghh! Fuck you Dean!" Sasha yelled, turning her attention to Roman, eyes still burning with fury. "What the hell are you laughing at?" Roman simply smirked and shook his head. "Come on, let's go inside. We gotta get safe," Roman said, taking Sasha by the hand as they went inside to check in at the front counter.

"Room for two, king size please," Roman requested, as the receptionist typed in their information and handed the duo their key cards to their rooms. Roman casually handed Sasha her card and she gave him a smug look. "Thanks," she mumbled, fumbling with the card as she followed Roman to their room on the third floor, sliding the card to unlock the door.

As soon as they entered the room, they saw a red velvet colored room complete with a king size bed, 40 inch flat screen TV, slightly larger than usual bathtub, along with a cozy couch just for two. Hell, even the jacuzzi was there. Too bad it was storming like bats outta hell outside to use it. Sasha's eyes widened at the beauty and fashion of the room, and she immediately belly flopped face first onto the bed, letting everything sink in.

"I take it you like it," Roman said with a genuine smile, taking off his black leather jacket and hanging it on the nearby coat rack. It pinged a part of him on the inside to see the always stubborn and chip-on-her shoulder attitude fade away to see the true happy nature of Sasha come out. No wonder it was a side she didn't let people see of her often.

"Not that it's of any concern to you Mr. Reigns, but yes I like it. It'll help me sleep easy during the storm," Sasha answered, still relishing in the wonderful feeling that the satin covers were giving her. Roman chuckled to himself, watching her carefully. "If you get to sleep that is. They might make us evacuate you know, with the storm and all that nonsense."

Sasha sat up from her momentary lapse of judgment, furrowing her eyes at Roman. "Do NOT fuck with my emotions Roman!" she warned, staring him in the eye without a flinch of fear in her pupils. The powerhouse simply took a deep huff, before opening the bathroom door for her. "Your majestic bathroom awaits my queen. Careful not to drop the soap," he added with a slight subtle tease, earning him a shot in the arm from Sasha.

"Knowing your Samoan ass, you probably want me to drop the soap so you can get me from behind," Sasha said irrationally as she entered the bathroom, before facepalming herself. Did she really just say that? "You said it, not me," Roman laughed, and Sasha slammed the bathroom door in his face fast.

SIghing, Roman took his navy blue T-shirt he had been wearing and tossed it to the floor as he stared out the window. As he stared out the window while the rain ferociously poured down without relenting, it gave him some time to reflect. What a 2014 this had been for the Samoan Thor. The Shield had entered the year with a new view on things, turning face on the Authority once they realized Triple H was no longer interested in truly doing what was best for business.

The confusion with AJ Lee had also been quite an interesting obstacle to dodge. What started as simple flirting turned into some weird obsession that she developed for him, but quite frankly that seemed to be out the window now and it had somewhat of a relieving feeling. He gained a new addition to the family when his cousin Jimmy Uso married Naomi. Roman smiled, seeing the look on his cousin's face that day at the wedding. He hadn't seen Jimmy smile that big in quite a while.

And while he may have gained a new family member, nothing could replace the fact that he had lost a brother. As if on cue, thunder boomed in the distance to perfectly fit Roman's reflection. Seth had one of the tightest bonds one could imagine with his brothers Dean and Roman. As the Shield, they dominated everybody from John Cena to Randy Orton to the Rock all the way to the Undertaker. They had been the most dominant group in recent WWE memory since Evolution, and everything seemed to be going great. Seth had even introduced him to Sasha, and just when that seemed to be gaining steam, a cruel twist of fate changed everything.

Steel slammed into flesh, and while steel usually won that battle, this battle seemed to have a bit of sting in it than normal, thanks to the person swinging the chair. His brother, Seth Rollins had finally betrayed him. He then took to attacking Dean as well and left them for dead, as if he didn't have a care in the world. Sacrificing them just to further his career like they were nothing but sheep.

And truthfully, he and Dean should have seen it coming months before. Roman gripped his fist, punching Sasha's purse off the bed at the thought of the betrayal. It burned deep. It hurt deep. And while the old saying was that time heals all wounds, this wound wasn't going to heal. It was going to leave a huge scar on the back that would never fade away. Ever.

And thanks to that traitor's actions, he launched a full on war with the WWE roster going against the power hungry Authority, reigned by Triple H and Stephanie McMahon. The war was ugly and brutal throughout the months, with Daniel Bryan going down to an injury and having to forfeit his titles, the Authority having to resort to calling in Brock Lesnar just to get the WWE championship away from the waist of John Cena, and even he and Dean had been taken out of action thanks to untimely injuries(even though Dean got it much worse).

Yes, the Authority had finally been taken out of power at Survivor Series thanks to a completely unexpected appearance and assist from wrestling legend Sting, and while Hunter and Stephanie no longer had the "power" anymore, the Juggernaut couldn't help but wonder if there was something larger at stake. And if there was truly someone out there to gain more from this situation than to have been believed. After all, Vince McMahon was dead.

Being out on injury leave gave you a lot of time to think while you heal. And while he pushed himself to heal faster and get healthier, he made a few personal decisions that were going to help him move forward in his own life, whether others agreed or not. And it was all going to start now. Starting with her. Something he should have done long ago.

Sasha exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped completely around her body with her hair wrapped by another of the hotel towels as she glared at Roman. "What the hell did you knock my purse on the floor for? And don't you say it was the storm," Sasha glared, until Roman turned around to meet her gaze. She tried to keep her jaw from dropping, but it was nearly impossible when you were looking directly at the shirtless physique of a man who might as well have called himself Thor.

"Sorry I got caught up in a couple of bad memories. I'll get that for you-" he offered, but Sasha quickly scrambled to grab her purse and put it next to one of her bags, heavily breathing and trying to regain her composure. Walking out the shower, she didn't expect to see this. "You alright? You act like you've never seen a guy shirtless with a tattoo considering the profession we're in," he chuckled a bit before Sasha slowly stepped towards him.

She stared at his eyes, before darting her gaze down to his Samoan tribal tattoo, fully complete with artistic intensity and a unique design as it completely enveloped his right arm and upper body. The least bit curious and anger forgotten for the moment, her finger began to trace every single line and edge of his tattoo, mesmerized by its design and hidden meaning.

Roman watched her as she intricately went over every layer, line, and shape, studying it like she had an obsession with art. Once she finished, she stepped back from his body, lifting her gaze back to his eyes before uttering the words, "I'm so confused. I just don't know how to really feel about you, and all this dramatic shit around us isn't helping," she said, taking a seat on the side of the bed and rubbing the temples on the sides of her head.

Sitting on the bed next to her, Roman nodded his head. "I could say the same about you." Sasha blinked in surprise. "Really now?" Roman nodded his head. "Everything could have been real simple for us, but people got in the way. AJ Lee. Seth Rollins. The Authority. Your picture being leaked out to the world. We haven't had it easy, and then you bailed on me, which hurt more than you think," Roman added.

"Well, if you're looking for an apology you're not getting it from me. Mercy is for the weak. Back when I was with Seth, I picked that up from him," Sasha scolded, as lightning crackled outside and electrocuted Hornswoggle, as if to prove a point. "Surely you would understand that, but you probably like playing hero too much to do that." Sasha took the towel wrapped around her head and tossed it to the side. "I wish you would see things from my perspective."

Roman let out a low whistle as he shook his head at Sasha. "You're a real piece of work. I can't help but wonder if you just want me to be more like you so I can fit your perfect image of what you really want," Roman confidently stated. "Cold blooded, no mercy, you basically want me to turn heel." Sasha quickly shook her head rapidly. "No! That's not what I want at all. I just wish you weren't so…" her voice trailed off as her face looked down to the floor.

"Sasha look, I'm a good guy who's a badass. I'm like Batman. You can be a good guy with a mean streak. Often times, villains are just misunderstood people who are heroes in their own eyes, and maybe that best defines you," he pointed out, as Sasha brought herself the will to look back into the eyes of Roman's eyes and what Roman saw weren't orbs of red rage. Rather, they were tears of pink passion, ready to rain down on someone who cared about her pain.

The powerhouse tilted her chin to his face, and slowly but softly and surely, their lips interlocked for the first time in a long time. Their heads slowly swayed back and forth like Bray's rocking chair he found near Sister Abigail, minus the creepy factor. Sasha brought her hands up to behind Roman's head, running her hands through the long and luscious hair of the Juggernaut while caressing the back of his temples. He seemed to love it, as he leaned deeper into the kiss they were sharing.

They pulled apart after about five minutes, and after reading each other's facial reactions for a couple of minutes, Sasha finally spoke. "I want it. I want this. I want us," she said, and Roman nodded affirmatively. Roman slowly peeled off the steamy towel from Sasha's body, exposing the exquisite flesh of the Boston beauty. Roman pressed his lips to her right breast, eliciting a soft moan from her lips as she slightly dug her nails into his golden brown skin.

He lifted his head back up, pressing a few kisses to her lips before homing in on her left breast and gaining an even bigger response. "Well that's one weak spot. How many more you got?" he winked, but Sasha rolled her eyes. "Shut up and keep going," she hissed, ripping the belt off of his jeans to keep the fire burning. "Yes boss," Roman comedically answered, and after leaving two huge marks on her breasts, gently laid her to rest on the bed while he took off his jeans and after that, his boxers. Not much of a reprieve though, as Sasha quickly pulled him down on top of him as the strong winds outside picked up, hurling cars everywhere and over on their sides outsides.

Sasha got a little too giddy, immediately grabbing for Roman's member. Once it was secure and firmly grasped and entrenched in her hands, she began slowly stroking him, as if she was jerking in rhythm to a song. Roman made no effort to hide the pleasure he was feeling, devouring Sasha with a plethora of kisses to keep Sasha at bay, but the Boston native was not having any of that.

She increased the pressure she was pumping from her bae, determined to make him give in, but with that superior stamina that they seemed to possess in his legendary family, that seemed to be easier said than done. And, to counter, Roman had plugged two fingers into the very warm core of Sasha to balance out the sexual dispension.

And for every two strokes Sasha made, those two fingers would pluck at her weak spot, and she couldn't help but jump and let a loud moan out from her lips before Roman hushed her with another slow long kiss, his smile still flashing of course. Eventually, Sasha lost her grip and Roman gained control, just like he had planned.

He fingered the Boss even more, earning an auditorial spectrum of various screams and moans from every single time she had his fingers plunged into her. "Want me to put it in ya?" Roman asked, awaiting an answer from Sasha but she only gave him the bird. "Fuck you," she answered, between breaths and Roman proceeded to finger her about 3 more times, and every time resulted in a louder scream.

"How about now?" Roman said, the grin growing on his face, now that he was in full control. Sasha seethed at her teeth. She'd be damned if she ever admitted anything to him, but the moment was just too pleasurable. "If you want it, all you have to do is tap out sweetheart." Sasha glared at him. "Tap, tap," she said. Roman shook his head in displeasure, plugging his fingers into her two more times. "I want to see you do it, not hear you say it," he instructed. His finger circled around the edge of her clit, like a basketball rolling around the inside of the rim, trying to make the decision on if it wanted to go in or not and score.

Tap, tap. Sasha had finally tapped, the ball had gone in, which meant Roman was about to score big time. She threw her arms around his strong shoulders, ready for the taking, and as soon his member slid through her, the bliss was on, and she wasn't talking Alexa either. The thrusts started out slowly, and then, just as if he were activating his comeback moves in 2K15, the momentum started to build, and the pace picked up quickly.

No words were needed. Just the room filled with moans and pleasure-filled screams, as Sasha threw her head back in a thick haze of euphoria, slowly kissing the sides of Roman's face and they both fell back down onto the bed in a dead heap. And for the first time in quite a while, Roman actually saw a legit genuine smile cross the face of the Boston Diva.

As the storm had finally passed, she quickly slid under the covers and attached her naked body to his big warm one, completely comfortable with where she lay. Had she gotten caught up in the moment or was this truly was her body and soul was truly yearning for? This was sure to complicate their relationship now, and her focus was nowhere near what it needed be for her championship match at NXT Takeover: [R] Evolution against Charlotte.

But after all that the two of them had been through this year, this was something they had both desperately needed and craved, and it was delivered to them right in the eye of the storm.

Well, there's chapter 25 for you everybody! Feel free to read, and more importantly review because it's always much appreciated! And don't forget to read up on the other stories in the Sins Series! Or you will be severely lost.

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