Please note to those who had read Chapter 28, I accidentally posted a previously published chapter for Chapter 28 on accident. I did fix that mistake. So those who are confused, please reread that one before reading this chapter. I want to thank the person who notified me of this transgression. I feel stupid now.
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Fergal had a surprise for Dottie, something that she was so adamant about when it came to him not having all of his time with her. This time, he wanted to share his time with her with a few other people.
After the show, in which he came out with a nice crick in his neck and upper back; him, Colby, Jon, Drew, Dottie and a few others met up with a few of their friends who were not performing on the SmackDown Live brand. The Pub was styled after an English pub, with jerseys on the wall and footballs and football trophies dotted there about.
"Ferg!" Karl Anderson waved from over at the bar.
He was at the bar with The Bar, and seeing the two foreigners, Dottie sort of stalled midstride. Even Drew had to egg her on, pushing her a bit to get her to approach the bar and The Bar guys. Her hand shook at her side, he knew because it kept hitting him in the thigh.
"Oy, move." Sheamus shoved at his friend known as Cesaro. "Let the lass sit down with her man. Bar Keep, a water for the lady here." Sheamus called out. "How are you, lass?"
"Oh, your jackets." She shook her wrist and hand one more time before she settled down some. "I'm sorry, you look different than when I see you. I'm doing okay."
"Oh, you remember us from our jackets?" Cesaro asked. "How do we get you to work for us?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind me saying, the seamstress we have is shite." Sheamus said.
"Unless you can pry her away from Fergal, you can't." Karl Anderson piped up.
Dottie glanced at Fergal, her sure fire way of telling him she wasn't sure about something. Just having her turn to him was enough to make him smile at her. It was his way of telling her that she was doing fine.
Luke Gallows was sitting on the other side of Karl grinning like a maniac.
"How's the family, Anderson?" Fergal asked as he sat Dottie down between Karl and Cesaro.
"Good. The kids are all doing good. My wife wishes you well. They saw the show."
Fergal would rather stand if it meant not having Dottie sitting on his lap. The pub was not all that big. Dottie's gaze had followed Drew as he met up with a few others from down in NXT that were there as well. Drew nodded at her and smiled before he sat. Colby and Jon took up a booth all on their own because Renee skipped out on the festivities.
"Actually, one of my daughters keeps asking if that is your real hair color, Ms. Dottie." Karl looked at her with a smile. "If it is, at least I don't have to take out the trash."
Dottie tilted her head. "I don't think I understand."
"Oh, I bet my oldest daughter that if your hair was that natural color, she would have to take out the trash. She thinks you dye your hair that color."
"It's not. Trust me. I know a fellow ginger when I see one." Sheamus spoke up, then laughed.
"I don't dye my hair." She reached up to touch it with her right hand.
"A claddagh?" Sheamus leaned over to look at him. "You gave her a claddagh?"
"I did." Fergal followed that up with a nod at the older superstar.
His fellow Irishman whistled then lifted his glass. "Cheers to you, then. Getting a claddagh is an honor especially for one who isn't from Ireland."
"But I am from Ireland. My father is Irish and I was born there. But I was a baby when Dad and my birth mother moved to the United States." She said.
"Double cheers to that, then." Cesaro lifted his glass as well.
A clear glass with ice water was put down in front of Dottie and she looked at it. She picked it up and pressed it to her lips. After deciding that it was okay, she rested it down in front of her and looked around.
"Is the rumors true, they giving her problems over there?" Karl asked Fergal.
"Oh, just a few." Fergal shrugged. "But, our problem is they want to reignite the love triangles that have not been around in so many years."
"Please tell me that they aren't making her do anything stupid. Ms. Dottie," Luke held up a hand. "Sorry but this is bullshit."
"I agree." Dottie said. "They want me to kiss Drew, or something like that. Before all of this personal stuff about me, about my past has come up, it's like everyone judges me for it."
"You didn't have control over any of that." Karl said.
"No, but I wish I did." Her hand fisted on top of the bar as she glared at her glass of water.
Fergal decided he was going to make her feel better. He stepped up behind Dottie, wrapped his arms around her middle and pressed a kiss onto the back of her slightly exposed neck.
"Stop that," she shrugged at him.
"Hey, I do it to my wife all the time." Karl said. "He learns from the best."
Dottie looked back at Fergal and smiled, she wiggled her eyebrows and turned back to Karl. "So you taught him how to give a woman an orgasm?"
Cesaro choked. Sheamus sprayed his drink. Luke bellowed in laughter, his head laying on his forearm and his large shoulders shook. From across the way, and from the way it looked Jon and Colby were doubled over in fits and giggles. Even Fergal shuddered at the fits of laughter that was bubbling up in his chest.
But Karl, oh Karl had the straightest of faces a man could hold at that point. "Yeah, I did. Like I said, he learned from the best."
Fergal reached over and slapped Karl in his bald head. Dottie, though, smiled at the former Bullet Club member.
"Oh, lass, you are a ray of light around here." Sheamus managed to say after he had stopped laughing like a horse.
Sheamus and Cesaro excused themselves so that they could go hang out with Drew and a few others so Fergal took Cesaro's bar stool and sat. All he had to do was wave over the bartender and ordered his Whiskey. Dottie had finished her water by the time it had arrived. She was looking at everything going on in the pub.
"What is Japan like?" She asked, voicing an obvious thought that she had been thinking about. "The culture, the people. Are they nice there? I know they eat a lot of sushi but I can't eat sushi because it makes me sick to my stomach. Cait found that out one time."
Fergal put his hand on her thigh to stop her to stop her ramblings. "Well, they are nice."
"Especially to foreigners and the healthcare is a lot better there." Karl smiled. "Do you like soccer?"
"Hmm. Fergal calls it football. It's okay, I don't know what's going on but I like seeing him root for his team. But the one team I know that is great is Manchester United, but again, I don't understand football all that much. Drew likes it. He's told me. I like quiet time, because then we can put Lego kits together while the game is on."
He looked at her. Fergal looked at Dottie and could not stop the grin. Even though her feet dangled off the bar stood and she kicked them like a child, she was having a conversation.
"What do you do for fun with your kids?" Dottie asked Karl.
"Uh oh, you had to ask that question, Ms. Dottie." Luke said.
"Why? Did I ask a wrong question?"
Karl pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and opened it to where he kept one picture for each of his kids. He spent the next thirty minutes talking to Dottie about each and every one of his kids from the oldest to the youngest, and she looked at each photo as if she were studying a textbook.
"This is Rebecca," Karl pointed to the oldest daughter. "She is into making clothes. I think it has something to do with Asian culture or something, I'm not really sure. But she has her own sewing machine. I heard you make clothes, too."
"I make tops, like shirts and blouses. Tunics, that's what they're called. I did make Fergal a Marvel Lego boxer shorts. I think I'll make briefs because he prefers skinny jeans."
It didn't bother him to listen to Dottie talk freely about such things. Fergal scooted his bar stool closer to her and rubbed her back as she listened to a funny story that Luke piped in about during their days back in NJPW.
Eventually it was time to go back to the hotel. Fergal had made specifically sure, and Dottie herself did as well, that he only had one drink. Seeing as he and Dottie arrived with Jon and Colby and Drew, they all piled back into the rental and headed back to the hotel. Seeing that he had less to drink, Fergal was in the driver's seat this time.
The strangest things that had changed for Fergal was always choosing a room that had a series of the number four in it. Usually 114 or a 414 or some other combination. In part to help Dottie remember their rooms and another was out of habit because of Dottie. Then when they were checked in, they would strip down to their undergarments to change into their sleepwear and just enjoy each other's company.
Comfort for Dottie was his priority. So if she wanted to lay and watch a movie in a pair of his shorts and one of his shirts, Fergal was all for it.
That night, after seeing off Jon and Colby and Drew, Dottie was quiet again. Sudden changes like an outing would result in quiet time. It wasn't anything that Fergal didn't understand, he understood just fine. There would be times they would lay together, watching Animal Planet or an animal documentary and Dottie's soft touches would result in one hell of a turn on.
"Fergal," she said as she was rubbing the back of his hand.
"Hmm?"
"Was I okay tonight? I didn't embarrass you did I?"
He pressed a kiss into the back of her neck, smiled when she shuddered. "No, they're my friends, they wouldn't be bothered by something like that."
"Was the joke okay?"
He chuckled. "It was fine, Lovely."
She turned over on her back, sat up and pulled his shirt off her upper body. "I want you to touch my breasts." Next off came her sports bra. Then she laid back down and looked at him with her big green eyes.
No need to tell him twice. Her forwardness when it came to their sex life was the only way he could tell if she wanted it. Maybe he was a little thick headed but sometimes her hints went over his head.
As he sucked on her tit, his other hand playing with the other breast, Dottie's hand rubbed the back of his neck. He knew they wouldn't go farther than this because they had to be up early to leave, but if it was what his Lovely wanted, Fergal was going to give it to her. Even if he didn't get to finish off himself, at least she would be fine.
Dottie's fingers threaded through his short hair, then down his neck and ended at his upper back.
"Feeling better?" He asked as he rested his head on her chest.
"I'm not wound like a tight spring anymore." She smiled at him. "Do you have an erection?"
"Nah, not really. I just wanted to let you have your fun tonight." Sitting up, Fergal pulled the covers up around the both of them. "But it's time to go to sleep. We have to be up and going in a few hours."
It felt good to hold her and get to sleep without having any problems.
Fergal had to pry himself away from Dottie. He needed to do a few things.
He left to go for a short job before they really had to get going. Dressing in some sweatpants and putting a lightweight hoodie on, Fergal left Dottie with a note just in case she were to wake up before he returned.
Outside it was chilly, there was a small layer of snow on the ground. His intention was to jog about the outside of the hotel, just to get his blood flowing. He didn't take the lift, instead he jogged down four flights of stairs and then out a side door. Fergal let the cold be his focus as he took a jog.
On his way back in from his jog, he stopped short when seeing Kathy and Alicia Fox leaving with their things. Ducking his head, he stepped to the side and let them pass.
"So are you doing it?" Alicia asked.
"Yeah, I am. It's not like Renee can keep her mouth closed anyway. I'll just say like he proposed or something."
"Have you taken any pictures?" Fox asked.
"Yeah, plenty. Even when she's all covering her head when in airports and everything, acting weird and all of that. Abernathy is keen on telling me anything I want to know."
He narrowed his eyes and turned to go back to the hotel room. Fergal took the stairs again, this time two at a time as he went up to the fourth floor.
Dottie was still asleep, curled up on her side and her bare shoulder peeking out just for him to see. Dropping the hotel keycard down on the nearby dresser, he crawled across the bed and laid down behind Dottie.
He tugged on her hair, pressing kisses to her exposed shoulder. He nipped at her skin, moved up to her neck and she groaned. Just to add to it, he grabbed her breast and squeezed, running his thumb over her nipple.
"Fergal," she mumbled, batting his hand away from her. "You're cold."
"I had a jog. Come on, time to get up. We have to be leaving soon."
She rolled over on her back and looked up at him. "Did you enjoy your jog?"
"It was enlightening." He leaned down and kissed her again. "Come on, up you go, Lovely."
She went in search of her discarded bra, then she went and found one of his shirts in his bag. If she wanted to wear something of his, then he was going to let her. As Fergal was getting some of their other stuff ready to go, Dottie passed behind him and swatted his ass.
"Minx."
"Uh huh." She said before walking into the bathroom.
His mind drifted back to what he had heard between Kathy and the woman known as Alicia Fox. They were planning something, he was lucky to have heard it in the first place.
Fergal picked up his phone and texted Colby about it.
Hope you guys liked this chapter. I'll be back when I can.
