A/N: Just a quick note. Basically this will be 7 short oneshots built around the same OC. Nurse Joyce. I hope you'll enjoy where my crazy brain took me this time.
As always, a big thanks to everyone that reads, follows, favorites and/or reviews my work. It means so much.

Nurse Joyce had started working for WWE the week prior. She had been introduced to the entire roster. Everyone had noticed her, especially the men. Her eyes were bright green and almost dangerous when they focused on a man. Predatory. Her hair was wavy and dark golden brown, cut in a long bob.

And that uniform. That super short uniform that no man on the roster could take their eyes off. They had never had anyone work in anything that short, and it seemed weird that anyone backstage would have handed out that kind of uniform to her. However, that uniform wasn't what Roman focused on as he entered the room she was working in.

"Mister Reigns," she twisted a smile. "What can I do for you?"
"I don't feel so good," he said.
"Lie down," she said.

She patted her hand on the examination table. He lied down and looked at her as she placed a hand on his forehead.

"The flu is going around. I think you caught it," she said.
"I already came to that conclusion," he said.
"Then why come to me?" She asked.
"My legs are killing me," he said.
"It's normal to get pain in your limbs when dealing with the flu. Drop your jeans and let me see if I can take it away," she said.

That sounded strange to him but he didn't question it. He opened his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. Her hands landed on his thighs and she massaged them slowly.

"Mmm," he closed his eyes. "That feels good."
"Just enjoy it," she said.
"I am," he smiled. "What's up with that short uniform, by the way?"
"Do you like it?" She asked.
"I can't deny that. I just wonder why it's so short," he said.
"The one they gave me was too long. I cut it up. I like showing off my body. I haven't had any complaints yet," she said.
"You won't get any from me," he said.

Her hands went further up. Her fingertips were toying with the hem of his briefs for a few seconds before she ran the palm of his hand over his crotch.

"What the...?" He opened his eyes.

He looked down and saw his dick had responded to that simple touch. The right thing would be to get off the table and out of the room. Before he could do that, she pulled down on his briefs to release his dick. She wrapped her hand around it and started stroking him.

"Oh god!" He closed his eyes again. "What are you...? Why are you...? You don't need to..."
"As long as you can't finish a sentence, I'm doing something right," she said.

Her hand started moving faster. He grabbed the sides of the table, gritted his teeth and came in a strangled cry. Her hand disappeared from his dick and he opened his eyes. She returned seconds later with a cloth, cleaning his stomach of his own cum while he watched. She pulled his briefs back up and gently patted his thigh.

"You can get up now," she said.

He got up from the table, pulled his jeans back up and ran a hand through his hair. He had no idea what to say or do.

"You can't wrestle tonight," she said. "And maybe book a room on your own so you don't infect Seth. You are still rooming with him, right?"
"Right," he found his voice again. "Thank you for the advice and for... Ehm... Taking care of me."
"Anytime," she winked.