"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Ali didn't wait for an invitation and instead slipped under his arm and made her way into his hotel room.
Sheamus closed the door and slowly turned, leaning back against it. He watched as she looked around the room, her profile to him. He could see hesitance beginning to come over her. Was the lass losing whatever courage had driven her to come see him?
She finally turned to him and that chin of hers once again rose. Nope, she hadn't lost her nerve completely. It was still solidly in place unfortunately.
"So what's going on?" she asked, hands raising up at her sides, "What's changed? Why are you suddenly pushing me away?"
The Irishman's eyes narrowed slightly. So there it was: the confrontation he had been dreading had finally reared it's ugly head. If this was what it was going to take to finally get her out of his life, then so be it.
So why did he suddenly feel a deep pain in his chest?
Shoving that aside, he came off the door and slowly began to stalk towards her. To her credit, she held her ground.
"Maybe Ah've come to realize that this," he motioned between them, "Just wouldn' work. Don' get me wrong, it was nice while it lasted, lass. But the truth is Ah have more important things to deal wit'."
Ali blinked, both startled and hurt. More important things? More important than what was happening between them?
Sheamus took in her reaction but willed himself to remain passive. He could do this.
"'More important things'?" the assistant repeated slowly, as though she didn't quite understand the words, "What about what happened that night in New York? The play, dinner. That beautiful gift? What was that, if not important?"
"A passin' fancy." Sheamus replied casually, "Ah admit you interested me at first. But Ah realize now that all it was, was nothin' more than an infatuation.
"Look, yer nice enough but the truth is you just don' do it for me." he finished, avoiding her gaze, "Ah don' feel anythin' for you."
Ali couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe he was talking this way. Could be so blasé about everything that had happened between them.
"So just like that." she snapped her fingers, eyes flashing angrily, "You can just walk away without a backwards glance?"
Sheamus glared down at the floor but said nothing. The truth was it wasn't easy. In fact, it was the hardest thing he had ever done, pushing her away. But it needed to be done. She deserved better. Certainly better than the likes of him.
Even if it was killing him to do so, he had to let her go.
Ali shook her head in disbelief and scoffed, "You'd actually step aside."
She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe he could let her go so easily. How could she be so wrong? How in the world could she even have thought that he could care about her?
She turned away, raking her hands through her hair. She felt a humorless laugh bubble up from her throat. How could she have been so stupid?! God, she was such a fool! A naïve, lovesick fool! John was right. He would only break her heart. . .
She wheeled back around, ready to let him have it. But at the sight of him she stopped, the words dying on her lips. Her eyes began to narrow as she studied him.
He tried to appear indifferent but she could see the tension in his features. She could see the way his brows knit. And he was having a hard time meeting her gaze, his eyes cast to the floor. He only did that for two reasons:
Either his was so enraged he needed to fight to keep his temper in check.
Or he was trying desperately to keep from letting his feelings show.
Could it be possible. . .?
Realization dawned on her. Her mind began to race and she felt hope begin to swell in her chest.
She was going to call his bluff.
Ali fixed her full gaze on him and pressed casually, "So you'd have no problem seeing me around the backstage area with John or Morrison, then."
Sheamus' constricted eyes flew to her face and the assistant knew she had hit a mark.
Feeling a little bit braver, she took a step towards him and went on nonchalantly, "You'd feel nothing if you saw me talking with them. Laughing with them."
The Celtic Warrior knew what she was doing, but still he couldn't stop the rush of anger that started to flow through his body at the thought of Alina with either one of those men. Especially Morrison.
With Cena he knew there was nothing between the two but friendship. A brother/sister bond. But with Morrison. . .he didn't know where the other man stood in relation to his woman.
Stop it! he chastised himself, Stop thinkin' of her that way! She's not yers. She'll never be yers.
Ali could see the way his body tensed and she went on, pushing herself, and him, to the limit, "Or if you saw, say, Morrison reach out and take my hand. Maybe intertwine our fingers."
The Irishman's face began to slowly turn a deep shade of red. He was getting angrier all right.
"Or what if he reached out and stroked my cheek." Ali raised her hand and gently caressed said area.
Sheamus' eyes, ever predatory, followed her actions before slowly turning back to meet her gaze. His breathing was starting to grow heavy, his chest beginning to rise and fall noticeably.
Her own breathing was growing deeper. She knew what a dangerous game she was playing but she had to admit she was starting to like it. She wanted him to react. Needed him to react. She needed to know where she stood with him. Needed to know how he truly felt about her.
"Or what if you saw him take me in his arms." she added slowly, knowing this would really get to him, "And run his fingers through my hair."
A growl emerged from deep inside the Irishman's chest and the assistant knew she had struck a very considerable nerve.
Don't back down now, she told herself, heart pounding.
She could feel a rush of feelings begin to bloom at her center and a wave of fear came over her for a moment. But no matter how afraid she was, she knew she had to go on. Wanted to go on. She was more than willing to face the consequences if this turned out the way she hoped.
And oh how she hoped. . .
"You wouldn't care if Morrison kissed me?" she asked, taking another careful step towards him, "Our lips pressed together before slowly parting. Tongues caressing-"
Sheamus let out a snarl and suddenly launched himself at her. He seized her, his grip painful, as he hauled her into his arms and began to ravage her mouth with his own.
He forced his tongue into her mouth, swallowing the whimper that came from her. One of his hands gripped her hair while the other banded across her back. He held her tightly against his unrelenting body; his erection, hardening, was growing painful between them.
"Ah want you." he growled as he pulled back and looked at her heatedly.
"Yes." Ali breathed, eyes bright and face flushed.
"Now." the Irishman commanded.
"Yes." the assistant nodded, trembling.
He wasted no time and carried her over to the bed. Once she was upon it he joined her, yanking her heels off before his body forced hers back against the mattress. He once again claimed her lips, his rubbing hers apart, tongue surging forward to taste every inch of her. She could feel one of his hands, buried knuckle deep in her hair. The other was gripping her side before making it's way up to cup her breast through the material of her dress.
Ali whimpered at the feeling of his palm on her, her nipple instantly beginning to harden. The fact that he could have such a command over her body, and so quickly too, was both frightening and exhilarating.
He heard her moan and it seemed to go like a shot straight to his groin, which hardened even more. He wanted her naked. Now.
Sheamus instantly sat up, bringing Ali with him. Without a word he turned her around, hands that shook slightly going for the zipper on the back of her dress. He scaled it down before taking hold of her dress and yanking it up over her head. It fell to the floor forgotten as his hands came around and cupped her breasts.
Ali gasped at the feel of his large, warm, calloused hands on her. The nipples tightened even more, rising up against his palms.
Sheamus groaned, marveling at the silky texture of her skin. He continued to kneed and stroke her breasts as he nuzzled her hair off of her shoulder before his lips captured the skin there.
Ali's eyes slipped closed as her head tilted to the side, giving him better access. Sensations were hitting her everywhere all at once, almost overwhelming her. She could feel his hands and fingers as they played with her nipples. Could feel his lips, teeth and tongue at the place where her shoulder met her neck.
It caused her stomach to flutter, the feelings heating her body-particularly the apex of her thighs-like lava.
The assistant's eyes opened as she felt her body respond and tremble. It frightened her somewhat, these new sensations, but she wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world. She wanted this, wanted him, more than she thought possible.
While Sheamus was enjoying touching her he wanted more. His hands left her breasts and he all but growled in accord when she moaned in disappointment at their departure. He grasped her hips and roughly turned her around, raising her slightly as his mouth closed over one taunt peak.
Greedily he sucked at it before nipping with his teeth. Ali gasped again, her hands clenched in his hair to hold him to her. The sensations she was feeling went up tenfold and she shifted her weight from one knee to the other.
Sheamus suckled at her hungrily before trailing his lips to the valley between her breasts, licking at the skin there. He turned his head and captured the other peak just as Ali thought she would go mad.
While he splayed one hand against her back, holding her in place, his other trailed downward. Knuckles brushed across her stomach before his hand opened, fingers slipping down the front of her satin panties.
At the feel of his fingers parting her folds and brushing against her sensitive nub Ali jumped. He 'shhhed' her, mouth mumbling against her skin, as he began to stroke her.
The assistant whimpered, her legs parting almost of their own volition to him. Sheamus could feel her wet heat and another rumble erupted from his chest. He continued to stroke her but resisted the urge to slip a finger into her warm, wet channel. No, when he finally entered her he wanted it to be with another part of his body.
He pulled back, eyes dark and face tense with lust. He locked eyes with her and Ali found she was helpless in his gaze. He continued to regard her heatedly for a few more moments before moving her to lay down on the bed. He took hold of her panties, practically ripping them from her body before he knelt before her. Hands grasped her thighs, placing them on his shoulders as he buried himself against her center.
Ali moaned, her back arching against the bed as she felt his lips and tongue on her. She tried to shift, either to pull away or try and move closer-she wasn't sure which-but his hold was unrelenting.
Sheamus laved at her, lapping up her juices. He had never tasted anything so sweet before and he was at once struck by how accurate her nickname was. Sweetness. It fit her in so many ways.
His eyes trailed up to her face and he watched her as he continued to bring her pleasure. He could see it written on her face, not much longer now. Her breathing was growing shallower and her eyes began to close. He wanted to order her to keep them open and he would have, too, if his mouth wasn't already occupied.
Ali felt the tightening in her loins. It pulled more and more taunt, threatening to burst. Higher and higher she climbed. Close. So close. . .
Soon her orgasm hit her, causing her head to fall back, neck arched. White lights erupted behind her closed eyelids as a luminous smile broke across her face.
Sheamus looked on, struck by her reaction. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life; had never felt such a sense of accomplishment. He had done that to her.
Ali continued to tremble as she slowly sank back down to earth. A shaky breath escaped her as she opened her eyes and looked down at him. At the sight of him felt her heartbeat speed up.
Sheamus was gazing her excitedly, eyes raking over her face. Never breaking eye contact, he slowly leaned over and ran his tongue over her clit.
Ali's voice was half hitched/half moan and the sound called to the most primitive part of the Celtic Warrior.
"Make that sound again," he said, voice rough with passion as he crawled up her body, "And Ah'll take you right here and now."
"Promise?" Ali breathed and Sheamus couldn't help but smirk.
Could it be that he'd unlocked the vixen hidden inside his innocent sweetness? The thought made him feel proud.
He answered her with a swift kiss, holding her tightly to his body. She could taste herself on him and she marveled at the eroticism of the act. She could also feel his erection pressing impatiently against her and she couldn't help but nestle against him in answer.
Sheamus pulled back with a hiss, eyes narrowing with lust. They trailed over her body, allowing him the long, slow look he had been hungering for, for so long.
"Tá tú álainn sin." the Irishman muttered, taking her in.
And she was beautiful. Every inch of her. From her bright blue-green eyes to her flushed cheeks, to her parted, swollen mouth. Her peaches and cream skin was perfect though it, too, was growing more red by the moment.
Her breasts were magnificent; full and lush, feeling like silk and tasting sweet. They had fit his hands perfectly, as though they had been made for his touch and his touch alone.
Her waist was tiny, her hips rounded. Chestnut curls that matched her hair hid her more intimate parts from his gaze. But there was one thing he hadn't noticed until now. . .
He reached out, fingers grazing through the curls at the juncture of her thighs, parting them to reveal the almost heart-shaped birthmark-no bigger than his pinky nail-that lay just a few inches above her mound.
He traced it, noticing how she shivered at his touch, how she followed the movement with her eyes. He caught her eye and began to grin.
"How fittin'." he murmured before reaching out to capture her mouth again.
The kiss was just as thorough as all the others had been. It was meant to claim, to possess. A prelude to what he was going to do to her body.
Ali kissed him back hungrily, hands gripping at his t-shirt. It was then that she realized that while he was fully clothed she was complete naked.
Funnily enough, she didn't feel embarrassed or self-conscious. Just one look from Sheamus and she knew that he thought she was beautiful and that he wanted her. It made her feel powerful and wholly feminine on a primitive level. Something she had never really felt until that moment.
But the fact remained, he was still fully clothed. And she intended to do something about that.
The assistant pulled back, breaking the kiss. He started to grab her, to pull her back to him, when she grasped the hem of his t-shirt and tugged at it.
He smirked, realizing what she wanted, and he left the bed. He took hold of his shirt, flinging it over his head before wading it up and tossing it to the floor. Eyes never leaving her face, he took hold of his sweatpants and they soon followed. Soon he was standing gloriously naked before her.
He saw a blush warm her cheeks and he couldn't help the small smile at the sight of it. Still so innocent. It only added to her charm.
Ali continued to study his body, taking him in. He was exquisite. He really did look like he had been carved from marble, snow white skin kissed with freckles. His shoulders were broad, his biceps massive. His pecks were well defined and she couldn't get over how perfect his abs were.
She took a breath and forced her gaze to trail lower. At the sight of his manhood her eyes widened and a flash of worry came over her. He was very well endowed.
He noticed her trepidation and he couldn't help but chuckle darkly as he returned to the bed, "Don' worry, sweetness. Ah'll fit."
She regarded him warily as he approached, his hands returning to her waist. He again brought her up on her knees till their bodies were pressed together, her breasts pressed against his chest. His hands went to her behind and he yanked her tightly against him, his sex nestling at the juncture of her thighs.
Ali gasped at the feel of him, like warm velvet wrapped around steel. It was obvious just how much he wanted her.
And while she wanted, needed, that, too, there was something else she wanted to do. Something she had been longing to do for so long now.
She turned her head, her eyes going to the faint scar over his heart. Hand shaking slightly, she reached out to trace it.
Sheamus' eyes narrowed in confusion at her actions. What was she doing?
He didn't have to wait long for an answer as she bent her head, lips caressing the mark. There she placed gentle, loving kisses on it before laving it's length with her tongue.
At the feeling of her tongue on him his eyes slammed shut and an involuntary growl escaped him. His hands tightened on her waist.
Ali continued to love at the scar over his peck before turning, moving around to his left shoulder. Sheamus could feel her breasts dragging against his chest and his teeth grit at the friction.
His eyes popped open, though, when he felt her lips on the scar at his shoulder. He turned his head, watching with hooded eyes, as she gave that mark the same tender treatment.
Her touch was gentle, sweet, and it utterly confused him. Why was she doing this? Why was she paying so much attention to his scars? What did they matter to her?
He continued to regard her with bewilderment as she went to the bruise on his left forearm, a parting gift from his match with Orton. She softly traced it before leaning over, pressing her lips to it.
It finally clicked in his mind what she was doing. At once he felt uncomfortable and that led to him feeling a little incensed.
When he was with a woman they took what they wanted. They certainly didn't care about any of his past injuries. In fact, they tended to shy away from them all together. It was only about sex, gratification and using each other. And he was more than all right with that.
But that wasn't what this was about for her. It was clear that she wanted to comfort him, to please him beyond the physical. No, what she was doing went deeper than carnal desire. This was her way of trying to heal him emotionally.
Any other man might have been touched by that, but not him. He knew what kind of man he was. Knew all the cruel and vicious things he had done and he sure as hell didn't believe he deserved any kind of kindness. Especially not from this gentle and sweet creature before him.
Ali reached for his hand, which had faint bruises on the knuckles. She started to raise it to her lips when he quickly yanked it out of her grasp. She gasped and looked up to find him practically glaring down at her.
"I'm sorry." she was quick to apologize, "I-I didn't mean to hurt you."
He couldn't tell her the pain he felt was emotional and not physical. He couldn't let her see that deeply inside of him. He couldn't let her get that close.
Instead he grabbed her and yanked her to him, ravaging her mouth. Ali returned the embrace, allowing him to lay her back down on the bed.
Sheamus blazed a trail from her lips to her neck, biting and suckling at the skin there. As he did so he maneuvered between her legs, gripping one of her thighs and positioning himself. Unable to wait any longer he surged into her in one thrust, a low groan rumbling from deep inside his chest.
Instantly Ali arched off the bed, a scream of pain erupting from her. Burning pain scorched her body, which tried to rebel against the sudden intrusion.
Sheamus broke through the barrier of her virginity and everything in him stopped, realization hitting him.
"No!" he cried out, eyes widening in disbelief.
She heard the tone of his voice and her blue-green depths closed, tears spilling past her lashes. She gripped the sheet tightly beneath her, tensing up slightly as though to make herself appear small. She wanted nothing more than to disappear at that moment.
She should have told him. He had a right to know, after all. She wasn't even entirely sure why she hadn't.
No, that wasn't true. She did know. For all his intents and purposes of being a barbarian, at the heart of him was a deep seeded honor. And if he had known she was a virgin there had been a big chance that he wouldn't be there with her now like this.
Sheamus continued to stare down at her in mute surprise. Why didn't she tell him?! Jaysus, there were things he could have done to make it more enjoyable for her. He never would have mauled her like a bleedin' animal if he had known.
Ya gotta fix this fast, fella, he ordered himself, Now before she starts to panic and you lose her all together.
The idea of that happening tore through him. No, no he couldn't let her go. Not now.
He closed his eyes for a few moments and struggled to put his raging emotions back in check. He also fought doubly hard not to pump into her, as his body was screaming for him to do.
But she was so warm, so wet, so tight. . .
He grit his teeth and ruthlessly pushed his desires aside. He couldn't even think of his own pleasure now. Not until after she received her own. And he would make it good for her.
"Ahlina," he called out as he opened his eyes and looked down at her, voice rough with tightly leashed passion, "Ahlina, look at me, sweetness."
A shaky sigh slipped past her lips and he felt another pain go through his heart. She still wouldn't open her eyes and look at him, though.
"Look at me, sweetness." he leaned over and kissed her forehead again and again, breathing against her skin, "Open those beautiful eyes for me, lass. Look at me. Please."
It was the 'please' that did it. She opened her eyes and turned to him. His heart broke at the two silent tears that spilled down her cheeks and he cursed himself silently.
She looked up at him, features filled with hesitance, weariness and pain. But there was no fear there, at least not yet. He took that as a good sign.
His hand shook slightly as he reached up and tenderly brushed her tears away. He followed it by leaning over her, giving her a soft kiss. It was so gentle that she barely felt it. So tender that he could scarcely believe he had such softness in himself.
"Are you still wit' me?" he asked as he searched her eyes.
She nodded, though it was clear she was on the fence on whether or not she wanted to continue.
In fact, she really couldn't feel anything at that moment except for pain and a deep feeling of intrusion. Right now all she wanted was for it to be done and over with. She wasn't sure she could take much more.
She had never felt more like a failure in her entire life.
"Touch me, Ahlina." Sheamus commanded, breaking through her tumultuous thoughts, "Let go of the sheet and hold onto me."
He wanted to do it for her but he knew she had to be the one to make the move. This had to be her choice.
Ali slowly released her grip on the sheet and trailed her hands up his strong arms to hold onto his shoulders. She closed her eyes and held her breath, awaiting the next agonizing thrust and further excruciating use of her body.
Sheamus regarded her in sympathy, leaning over to press another kiss against her lips.
"Look at me, Ahlina." he told her, nuzzling her when she didn't open her eyes right away.
She did so and he could feel her tremble against him.
"Stay wit' me." he ordered as he reached down and took hold of her thighs, opening her up further.
Ali flinched at his ministrations, gasping slightly when she felt him reach down and part the folds that hid her sensitive nub.
He eased out of her slightly, not missing the way her features tightened. He eased into her again, this time pressing against that small bundle of nerves. He pulled out and did it again, eyes locked on her face.
At first he could tell she was still feeling pain. But after a few more strokes he saw the chance overcome her. He heard the sharp intake of breath, saw her eyes widen as pleasure flared within her. It wasn't long until she was moaning, her grip on his shoulders tightening. Her legs were soon locking around his hips as she tried to pull him closer.
Her reaction spurned him on and he continued to thrust steadily into her, his plunges going deeper, harder. He couldn't help himself. She was so tight, felt so good.
Ali felt herself climbing up the peak. She knew it wouldn't be long now. Higher. Higher. The pressure was so tight, she felt like she was about to burst.
He thrust into her again and again, pushing her, and himself, to the limit. Close. So damned close. . .
Suddenly Ali felt herself falling over the edge. Her climax hit her hard and she once again arched off the bed, only this time in satisfaction.
Sheamus howled with joy as he saw her head once again fall back, that beautiful smile washing over her as her features filled with fulfillment. Her inner muscles milked him for all they were worth and soon he was following her, bellowing at his own release.
Shaking, he soon came down from his high. His mind was reeling as he eased out of her and fell to her side. He looked up at the ceiling in wonder, panting. He scrubbed a tired hand over his face, disbelief coming over him.
He couldn't remember it ever being that good before. Sure, he always felt satisfied after a bout of sex but that. . .Jaysus, that was incredible. Indescribable.
He looked over at Ali and he felt something soften inside of him. That wasn't just sex. What they had just shared went deeper than just a good ride. He didn't know what exactly it had been but it was something powerful.
Ali slowly opened her eyes as she willed her pounding heart to subside. So that was what she had been writing about for all these years. No wonder her characters enjoyed it so much.
She would have laughed with joy, and maybe pondered all that had just happened, if she didn't feel so drained, both emotionally and physically. What a night.
Suddenly she felt warm, strong arms wrap around her and pulling her gently, yet tightly, against a hard body. She looked up to find Sheamus staring down at her, grinning slightly despite the touch of worry in his blue eyes.
She gave him a tired smile and the worry seemed to leave him. He cupped the back of her head, pressing it against his chest as he planted a warm kiss on her forehead.
"Oíche mhaith." he murmured to her as he settled the sheets around them.
Her arm fell around his waist as she snuggled closer to him. She closed her eyes and was asleep in minutes.
The Irishman continued to look down at her, his face growing unreadable. He pressed another kiss against her head before pulling back to watch her with thoughtful eyes. . .
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Sheamus sat forward in the chair, elbows on his knees and chin in his hands. His eyes, never moving, were locked on the sleeping figure in the bed. Had been for-he at last glanced at the window and took note that the sun had began to come up-at least three hours now, by his estimation.
The moment he had woken up he had looked to his left and found a vision sleeping, naked, in his bed. Just the sight of her, of the memories of all they had done together in that very bed the night before, and he had instantly felt himself hardening with want.
And just as swiftly as the lust had hit him, he had practically flung himself from the bed. He was actually surprised that he hadn't woken her up.
And here he had been, watching her sleep for hours now. Watching her and wanting her so badly that it physically hurt him.
How could he not, he thought as his eyes raked over her. She was on her side, long mass of curls trailing behind her on the pillow. Her small hands were clasped and tucked under her cheek, shielding her beautiful breasts from his gaze. The sheet was riding low on her hips, accentuating just how tiny her waist was. Her peaches and cream skin was still flushed from their bout of lovemaking and he instantly remembered back on just how warm and inviting it was.
He felt his body begin to respond and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he tried to get control of it. More than anything he wanted to get back into bed with her, wake her up in some very creative ways and have his way with her again. But he didn't; knew that he couldn't just yet.
He leaned back in his chair, scrubbing a hand over his face. It fell, forgotten, on his thigh as he stared at Ali with something close to wonder and disbelief.
Virgin.
The word repeated again and again in his head. She had come to him last night a virgin. Part of his couldn't believe it. In this day and age it was almost unheard of for a twenty-eight-year-old woman to be one. Especially one who was as beautiful and inviting as the woman asleep in his bed.
He found himself smiling humorlessly at the irony. He'd never had one, not even when he had been one, hisself.
But she had been one. He had been the only man to have her. Claim her. Mark her as his.
He had been the only man to hear her passionate moans and whimpers. The only man to have her respond to his touch with so much fire that he thought he would be burned by it. The only man to see her, head tilted back and face lit up with such absolutely bliss and satisfaction.
No other man. Only him.
And it would stay that way if he had anything to say about it. And he would, she could bet on that.
It was the one thing that kept him from going back to her at that moment. He figured she had to be too sore for another round. But the second she was feel better he would have her again. And again.
A slow smile came to his lips as he began to think of all the things they would do together. All the things he could, and would, teach her. Things like. . .
Something clicked in his mind and his eyes slammed shut, a harsh curse escaping his lips.
Things like wearing protection, which he hadn't even thought to do last night!
He scrubbing his hands over his face before trailing them up to his hair, gripping at the red locks. How could he have been so bleedin' stupid?! So careless?!
He always remembered protection when he was with a woman. Of course with the ring rats he usually frequented, it would be foolish not to.
But with Alina the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. All he had cared about was having her. Nothing else had mattered.
He studied her and instantly visions of her, belly swollen with his baby, came to his mind. The thought both terrified and fascinated him.
What would their child look like? Would he or she be pale? Would they have his hair? Hers? Or a combination of the two?
He could so clearly see a pale skinned lass, thick mass of red-brown curls and her mother's beautiful blue-green eyes, complete with long eyelashes.
She would have a sweet smile and that deep belly laugh like her ma and she'd have him completely wrapped around her wee finger. And Lord be with any eejit that tried to come onto his darlin' girl. They'd be lucky if he only Brogue Kicked them in the head-
A sleepy noise came from the woman in the bed, bringing the Irishman out of his thoughts. He watched on silently as her eyes blinked a few times before slowly opening. She issues a yawn, soft and sweet, before something in her mind seemed to click.
Realization came over her and her hand took hold of the sheet, raising it up to shield her beautiful breasts from his view. She sat up and looked at him silently, shy and timid. Just the sight of her and it was all he could do to stay rooted in the spot and not join her in the bed.
He was staring at her, face guarded, eyes hooded and revealing nothing.
"Why?" his first word to her was that one, pointed questioned, "Why me?"
Ali smiled gently, knowing exactly what his question meant, "Because I love you."
There, she had said it. Finally. At last. But then how could she not when it was so easy to do. Loving him was like breathing to her. It was that natural.
For anyone else, that admission should have brought happiness and joy. For him, it only brought anger and pain.
With the emotions burning through his blood, the Celtic Warrior surged to his feet and began to pace the length of the room. He raked his hands through his hair again and again as he tried to control the raging thoughts in his head as well as the maelstrom of emotions in his heart.
Ali watched him, her own heart sinking. Even now he was still fighting her. Why? Why did everything have to be a battle between them?
"Don'." he said at last, eyes narrowed.
"Don't what?" Ali demanded, her own irritation coming to light, "Don't tell you that I love you or don't love you?"
"Both." he growled as he spun around to face her.
His eyes raked over her, taking in the way her back went rigid and her stubborn little chin went up a notch. She was getting ready to fight him tooth and nail, he could see it clearly. He just hoped his will was stronger.
"Ah don' need or want yer love." he announced coldly, "And Ah don' have any in me to give you."
Ali's heart broke for him. If anyone was in need of love it was the man before her. If anyone deserved to be healed of the demons of his past it was him. She only wished he would let her.
"So what was this?" she asked quietly as she cast her eyes to the bed, sweeping her hand over it, "A one night stand?"
She had told herself that there might have been a chance he would push her away come the morning. She had gone into this with her eyes open.
But that didn't stop the pain that welled up inside her chest. To have spent one amazing night with him and then be cast away. . .it was too hurtful to even think about.
Features tight with tension, he stalked over to the bed and knelt before her. He grabbed her by the arms in a firm, but not hurtful, hold, yanking her up onto her knees until they were practically nose-to-nose.
Ali looked at him in surprise, taking in the determination burning in his eyes. She was so consumed by his expression and the energy coming off of him that she completely forgot that she was now bare to his gaze.
"Ah've wanted you since the moment Ah first saw you." he ground out, "And now that Ah've finally had a taste of you it only makes me want you more. Ah'm a selfish bastard and Ah'm not lettin' you go. Yer mine, Ahlina."
She shivered at his words but couldn't stop the pleasure that came over her at the sound of them. He still wanted her. She wanted to breathe a sigh of relief at that revelation.
His expression softened somewhat, a touch of hesitancy coming to it as he added, "But you have to know this: Ah can give you lust, affection, protection. Even me friendship. But Ah can' give you love, Ahlina. It's just not in me to give. You should understand that if we're goin' to continue wit' this."
Ali frowned, studying him. He looked so adamant that she knew he would only argue if she told him she thought he was wrong. She was unsure of what to say.
Deciding that actions-something he understood and accepted far more than words-were better, she reached out and placed her hand on his chest, over his heart.
He seemed to understand what she meant as a gentleness came over him. He reached out and ran his hand through her hair before trailing it down to caress her cheek. Her eyes instantly closed and she found herself leaning into his touch.
"Ah wish you would have told me you were a virgin." he replied, tenderly chastising her, "Ah would have been gentler wit' you."
She opened her eyes and smiled lovingly up at him, "Last night was perfect."
He leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss, knowing that wasn't true. He appreciated her wanting to spare his feelings, though.
"Ah'll run you a bath." he announced as he rose from the bed, "Ah'm sure yer sore and it'll help."
He started to make his way across the room and towards the bathroom when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned and began to frown, watching as she gingerly climbed out of the bed and started to follow after. Her movements were cautious and she flinched ever so often.
He couldn't help but feel ashamed at that. He had been much too rough with her.
It was ironic to him. With other women, who hadn't mattered a wit to him, he had been passionate, yes, but never so completely out of control. But with Alina, who he cared for and who had deserved the utmost gentleness, he had been like a raging animal in need of possessing her; marking her his.
Without a word he crossed back to her, effortlessly picking her up in his arms. She looked at him in surprise but didn't question him. Instead she slipped her arms around his broad shoulder and snuggled up against his chest.
He found himself smirking at her actions before turning and making his way into the bathroom. There, he gently sat her on her feet and began to fill the massive tub. He grabbed some of the hotel's lavender scented body wash and squirted out a generous amount. Soon a mountain of bubbles were beginning to form.
He turned to see her hanging back, hands clasped under her chin and arms brought up to shield her magnificent breasts from his view.
"Would you. . ." she was looking down at the ground, shy and utterly adorable, "Would you join me?"
His heart clenched at her sweet request and he gave her a smile. One she readily returned. He picked her up and sat her in the tub before stepping in behind her. As soon as he was settled she sat down and leaned back against him, sighing with contentment.
He smiled at her as he brushed his hand through her hair. He leaned down, pressing his lips against the back of her head.
They stayed like that for several minutes, finding comfort in each other's body. Ali had never felt so safe and secure in all of her life. How was he able to do that to her?
What he had said still weighed heavily on her but she forced those thoughts away for now. The only thing that mattered was that they were there together. The rest would come, she was sure of it.
She'd just have to fight doubly hard to break through his walls. And she'd do it, too. She had to. He was worth it.
Sheamus eventually pulled back and grabbed a hold of a washcloth, wetting it and pouring a generous amount of the bath gel onto it.
"Sit up, sweetness." he murmured and Ali did as requested.
With one hand he brushed her long hair over her shoulder while he washed her back with the other. His touch was thorough, but gentle, and the assistant sighed with contentment.
After he was finished washing her back, sides and arms, he drew her back against his chest and reached around, running the cloth across her shoulders and over her breasts.
He paused as he washed her breasts, eyes focused on the slightly red discoloration on her peaches and cream skin. The tale tell signs of his vigorous nips and suckling, the rasp of his facial hair.
His fingers trailed over the marks, causing her to shiver against him. Only one night together and she was already affected by his touch, her body instantly responding to it.
"It doesn't hurt." she told him, offering a gentle smile.
"Jaysus, yer skin's more delicate than mine." he mused, pressing an apologetic kiss against her temple.
"I liked it." she admitted quietly, averting her eyes.
He clasped her chin and turned her to face him, pressing a warm kiss to her lips. As he pulled back he winked, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
"Ah'll make it up to you later." he promised and Ali wondered just what he had in mind.
He continued on, running the cloth over her flat tummy and then lower. She flinched slightly and he stopped, frowning.
He pressed another kiss against her temple before gently cleaning away the evidence of their lovemaking and her virginity. He was as soothing as possible and soon she found herself humming in pleasure.
He couldn't help but smirk at that.
Sheamus finished at last and as he sat the cloth aside Ali turned in his arms, giving him a warm smile. He grinned and, placing his hands on her hips, settled her on his lap so that she was straddling him. His thumbs leisurely caressed the skin at her hips, the Irishman enjoying the feeling of her against him.
The assistant reached out, fingers running through his hair. It was uncharacteristically
brushed forward on his forehead.
"I love your hair like this." she told him, quickly adding, "I mean, I like it spiky, too, but I really like it like this. Maybe because I'm not used to seeing you look this way, I don't know."
She continued to brush her fingers against the red strands and sighed, "You're hair is so beautiful."
He pulled back slightly, giving her a look, "You hate the color red."
Ali blinked in confusion, "What?'
"You said you hate the color red," he reminded her, "That night, in the beginnin', when Ah made you wear one of me shirts. You wrinkled yer nose at it and said, 'Ah hate the color red'."
Realization hit her and her eyes widened. To his surprise she actually began to smile.
Before he could say anything she spoke first, "Sheamus, I don't like the color red, it's true. But I love red hair."
He scoffed and looked away, "Sure you do."
She reached out and cupped his cheek, making him turn back to her as she laughed gently, "It's true. I used to beg my mother all the time to let me dye my hair red when I was a teenager."
He still didn't look convinced so she began to rise from the tub, "Look, I'll get you my parents' number. You can call and ask her if you don't believe me-"
His hands instantly gripped her waist and he pulled her back down onto his lap. She gave him a grin, sliding her hands up his shoulders, fingers trailing over the back of his neck to play with the hair at the base of his head.
He studied her, eyes narrowed slightly, "Yer serious, aren' you?"
She nodded earnestly.
He didn't know why, but that little revelation did more for him than he could say. He leaned over and gave her a long, sweet kiss as 'thank you'. Ali's arms tightened around his neck as she pressed her body closer to his, returning the embrace with as much fervor and enthusiasm as him.
It was she who pulled back slightly, lips moving along to trace his beard before traveling towards his ear. Sheamus chuckled at her antics, hands tightening on her hips.
"What are you doin', lass?" he asked with a laugh.
"Exploring." she breathed against his ear before her teeth nipped at his earlobe.
"Far be it from me to stop you." he murmured, smirking, "Explore away. Ah'm all yers."
Oh how she hoped that were true.
She sat up, offering him a coquettish smile as she reached out to run her hands over his broad shoulders before going lower. Her hands trailed over his pecks, nails gently running over his nipples. He flinched at that, air hissing between his teeth. She looked up to find his eyes darkening with lust and she mentally filed that away for future reference.
Her hands went lower, fingers running over each and every ab. She could feel the muscles beneath bunching and she couldn't help but marvel at his body. He was absolutely perfect.
As her hands trailed to his stomach Sheamus instantly went back to his thoughts from earlier. His mind began to work out all the possible scenarios and he wondered how he was going to bridge the subject with her.
As it turned out, he might not have to wait. Ali noticed is pensive expression and gently asked, "Sheamus? Are you all right?"
He blinked, coming out of his thoughts. Guess it was time to tell her.
The Celtic Warrior cupped her cheeks and inhaled, his thumbs brushing back and forth against her skin, "Ah didn' wear a rubber last night. There's a chance you could be pregnant."
Ali studied him. He didn't appear angry or even frightened. Just a little uneasy and curious. His reaction surprised her. For a man who swore he couldn't love he didn't seem to mind the idea of being tied to her for the rest of his life via a child.
She gave him a reassuring smile and replied, "I'm on the pill. We have nothing to worry about."
His eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. Why was she on the pill? He was the only man to have her so she wouldn't have needed it before.
Of course, he had overheard the Divas talking about how those things helped regulate their monthlies or something like that. That might have been it.
She noticed his confusion and ducked her head, her cheeks reddening, "I, um, I went on it a little over a month ago. I just. . ."
She looked up at him and confided, "I knew I wouldn't be able to resist you for much longer. I thought it was the responsible thing to do."
He was surprised by the disappoint that welled up in his chest. The idea that she could be pregnant with his child was actually starting to grow on him.
But, ultimately, he knew it was better this way. There was still a lot of unknowns between them and the last thing either of them needed was a baby thrown into the mix.
He was thoughtful as he reached his hand out, knuckles brushing against her flat stomach. Ali took in his expression, wondering what he was thinking.
She reached over and pressed her lips against his. She would never get tired of kissing him.
Soon her lips were trailing downward, over his collarbone, pressing against his heart. She scooted down even further, reaching one of his pecks. Her tongue came out to caress one of his nipples and Sheamus couldn't bite back the groan that erupted from him. He looked down to find her smiling triumphantly at him and he couldn't help but chuckle. He suspected he had unleashed a sexual monster and he couldn't have felt more proud.
The assistant turned her attention to his other nipple, giving it a few licks of it's own before she went lower, placing kisses on each one of his abs. She lavished attention on each and every one with laps and warm kisses.
"I wanted to do that last night but I never got the chance." she told him with a feint pout when she had finished.
"Ah couldn' wait." he told her as he took hold of her waist and pulled her back into his lap.
She studied him for a few moments, thoughtful. He could see the wheels in her mind turning and he grew a little uncomfortable.
"What?" he finally asked with a nervous chuckle.
"What set you off last night?" she asked thoughtfully, "And please don't tell me 'nothing' because we both know that's not true. So talk. What happened?"
He inhaled, regarding her silently for several moments. She looked resolved and he knew she wasn't going to let the matter drop.
The Celtic Warrior avoided her gaze, instead watching his hand as he reached out and cupped one of her breasts. She gasped slightly, unable to keep from leaning into his touch. He smirked at that and brushed his thumb back and across her taunt nipple.
"No fair." she breathed, but didn't pull away, "Quit trying to distract me and answer the question."
"Yer breasts are perfect." he muttered, continuing with his actions, "So soft. So full. So responsive."
"Sheamus, please." Ali was practically moaning now.
"Questions later." he stated as he drew her closer to him, his lips mere inches from her own, "Ah know yer not up for another round yet, but there are other things we can do. If yer willin'."
Oh she was definitely willing all right, she thought just seconds before her lips met his in a passionate kiss. . .
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There ya have it. Smut finally. Took long enough, huh? Slow. Burn. I love it. :P