A/N: this chapter takes place a few days after the last one.

Glancing at the clock in the hotel room, René picked up his bag, his room key and headed down to the hotel lobby to join Sylvan and the twins.
Today was the day that La Resistance were scheduled to fight the Hurricane and Spike and he and Sylvan were going to give Leila and Sophie a tour of the venue as well as introduce them to a few of the other superstars.
On the way down to the lobby, René thought about what he had done over the past few days and the events of that morning.
He had managed to catch up on his sleep, did a few work-outs, encouraging Leila to participate in them until she told him that she was getting a work out just by looking at him, causing Sophie to burst into laughter, and spent most, if not all, of his spare time with the twins.
"How come you don't work out like I do?"
"Every time, without fail, I injure myself in some way. Last time, I pulled a calf muscle. Leila and exercise are like chalk and cheese - we don't mix. Besides, I don't want another injury. One's enough for me at the moment."
The current memory of the moment was of Leila that morning. She and René had been on the PlayStation 2 until the early hours and she had crashed in his and Sylvan's room. He woke early and showered, quite happily walking around the room in his birthday suit, unaware that Leila was awake and watching him until he heard her begin to giggle. It was only fair - he had seen her in her birthday suit after all.
As he glanced in the hotel lobby to see if Sylvan, Sophie and Leila were there, he saw Leila's hand go flying to her hair - it was up but falling out so she quickly fixed it. Sophie and Sylvan were there also, talking about god knows what.
"Here he is, my partner in crime."
Leila smiled upon seeing René and even Sylvan noticed the way her smile lit up her face. René was onto a sure thing with her, he decided.
"I didn't know you could wear jeans when you've got a broken ankle."
"You can if they're flared, which these ones are. Luckily, I brought them with me."
As he looked closely at Leila, René noted that she was wearing the bra that he had kept behind with him on purpose. Just seeing it made him think about the day he finally gave it back to her.
When he first saw it, he was impressed by the sheer beauty of it, how beautiful and delicate it was. He repeatedly traced the patterns on it, taking the delicate peach fragrance of the fabric conditioner that had been used, simply wondering what it would be like to do that when the owner was wearing it. Deep down inside, he knew that the owner of the bra was French - there would be no way any American woman would wear such a flimsy yet beautiful item of lingerie.
Sylvan had teased him relentlessly when he discovered its hiding place, not that there were many hiding places for women's lingerie in a hotel room occupied by men of course.
He did have a few raunchy thoughts in his mind involving the bra and one of them was to touch it when the owner was wearing it, just to see the look on her face. He certainly didn't expect someone of the calibre of Leila to own such a bra.
Two days earlier, she had finally realised that it was missing. Knowing that it was René who had had her lingerie in the first place, she went to his room to ask for it back.
Thinking that it was Sylvan who had forgotten his key, René answered it wearing only his birthday suit and paled somewhat when he realised it wasn't Sylvan but was in fact Leila. She broke the ice by saying that there was no need for him to hide behind the door because she had seen naked men before. "If you've seen one, you've seen them all" was her saying.
René allowed her into the room, seeming to guess why she was there for he told her to wait a few seconds and he would find her bra.
One of the tag team belts was on the bed and she leaned over to get a better look at it, seeing that she hadn't seen it that close before, only around the waists of the various champions over the years on TV. She decided that it looked better up close.
As she turned her head to see where René was, she realised he was right in front of her and hastily reverted her gaze from his crown jewels to his face. Dangling from a finger was her bra.
As she reached up to grab it, he moved it out of her reach, making her wonder exactly what he had planned.
"Before I let you have this back, you have to indulge me."
The look of wonder on Leila's face quickly turned into one of despair. He didn't mean that kind of indulge him, did he?
"I've lost count of the number of times I touched this, wondering what it would be like to do so when its rightful owner was wearing it. Sometimes, it kept me awake at night for quite a while. Would you do it for me?"
Having bared her soul to him a mere few days earlier, she knew he was jumping into this with two feet, pushing the boundaries that existed between them to their limits and beyond. And that should frighten her a little, shouldn't it?
She did have her dreams about being in this situation but now that her dream had turned into reality … she was stunned. And she couldn't move at all.
She couldn't exactly push him out of the way and run back to her room - her broken ankle stuffed that plan up and there was the small fact that he weighed more than twice what she did.
Her hand snaked up to grasp her bra and try to wrench it out of René's grasp and she seemed to be debating whether it was worth trying to damage it by yanking it right out of René's hand. She did so, not realising until it was too late that René was actually leaning in and he ended up falling on top of her, pinning her to the bed.
She really didn't think that much of René pinning her down until she saw the expression on his face. If she didn't move and in a hurry, he would be kissing her.
He was about to until Sylvan knocked on the door, apologising but saying that he had forgotten his key yet again. René smiled somewhat sheepishly at Leila before getting off her, helping her to her feet in the process as well as giving her her bra back, wrapping a towel around his waist and opening the door.
Sylvan's gaze had narrowed somewhat as he glanced at René and Leila. Had they been getting up to some action until he interrupted them? René explained the situation and Leila sheepishly left the room, her bra dangling from her hand.
René knew what probably would've happened if Sylvan hadn't interrupted them - he would've ended up kissing Leila and she probably would've given him another black eye.
"Do you two have those passes we gave you?"
Leila nodded, indicating that her pass was down her shirt with a finger. "Well, Mademoiselle Leila, you are going to love it when they ask you to show it to them, aren't you?"
"Naturally, but I wouldn't be letting them put their hand down my shirt at all."
She was glancing at René as she said that, smiling cheekily at him. He smiled back, noting that they had arrived at the arena.
Leila and Sophie, who were both used to the Stade de France, looked at the arena with their mouths literally on the ground. Leila absently pulled her shirt tight around her.
"This way."
They followed Sylvan into the arena, looking at all the various pieces of equipment, even noting some of the other superstars.
"Stop looking like tourists!"
"We are, aren't we?"
René nodded and motioned for the twins to enter the dressing room - the male one of course. RVD was already there, walking around in just a towel and turned around to drop it when he realised there were two females in the locker room.
"I don't care if you drop it or not. I have seen naked men before. See them all the time on a nude beach."
RVD looked gob smacked big time and waited until the twins and René and Sylvan had left the locker room before dropping it.
Half an hour later, the four of them were standing by the ring, René showing the twins where their seats for the event were and letting them in on a few secrets for when they came out for their match.
Instead of giving the Tricolour and their robes and berets to the ringside people, they would be given to the twins.
"I like the sound of that - we'll get on TV!"
"That's the idea, you see. Then you'll be able to tell all your friends to keep an eye out for you."
Leila grinned before making a 'get away' motion with her hands.
"You've got a match to get ready for. Go. I'm not going to help you!"
René and Sylvan both grinned before making their way back to the locker room, sneaking glances at the twins every so often. Leila was doing most of the talking, probably explaining the fine art of the WWE to her sister, seeing that Sophie wasn't that familiar with it at all.
By the end of the night, she probably would be.