Seth held his breath for a moment. Merle was bleeding but so was her opponent. These death matches were even more scary up close but he could see she was in her right element. She enjoyed every part of it.

"Fuck, she's good," Dean said. "I was never that good. I just bled randomly and pretended to know my shit. She makes it into a true art form."

When Dean had asked if Seth wanted to come along to see the show, Seth hadn't even hesitated. Due to everything that happened last time he saw her, he had left Dean and Renee's house without getting her number. He had tried reaching out to her via Twitter but like her cousin she rarely checked it and there was a huge chance she hadn't seen his message yet. A direct invitation was very welcome. He not only wanted to see her again. He needed to see her again.

"Uh, that was nasty," Dean said.
"I can't watch this," Renee said.

Renee shielded her eyes. Seth on the other hand couldn't take his eyes from the ring. Merle was being rolled up for the count.

"1," the referee counted.
"No," Seth whispered.
"2," the referee counted.
"Kick out!" Seth yelled.
"3," the referee counted. "Ring the bell."

The bell rung and the match was over. Merle had lost. She was left a bleeding mess in the ring while her opponent stood up and celebrated.

"You think you're so fucking tough, huh, big man?" Seth yelled.
"Easy, Seth," Dean chuckled. "You know it's fake, right?"
"Shut up!" Seth hissed.

Dean grinned at Seth. Seth started laughing. He knew he had been caught up in the moment of seeing Merle being tossed around the ring by a man.

"Why is she fighting men?" Seth asked.
"How many women do you know do death matches?" Dean asked.
"There are some," Seth said.
"True," Dean said. "But not in this company. And she loves it. I bet your ass she'll be smiling once she makes it backstage."

They waited outside after the show ended for Merle to come out. All the fans had cleared out before the wrestlers started coming out. Merle was among one of the last ones to come out. She was walking side by side the man she had a match against. They were talking and laughing, and Seth felt strangely jealous. It didn't make it better that she hugged the man goodbye before walking over to join them.

"Hi, guys," Merle said. "And Seth. You came."
"I was invited," Seth said.
"Bummer. Here I thought you came because you actually wanted to watch me wrestle," Merle said. "So where are we going?"
"I crave a burger," Dean said.
"That sounds good," Merle said.
"I did," Seth said lowly.
"Did what?" Dean asked.

Seth suddenly had three sets of eyes on him. He felt stupid. He swallowed and tried pushing his nerves down as he settled his eyes on Merle.

"I did come to watch you wrestle," Seth said.
"I know that," Merle smiled. "Thank you for your support. It means a lot."
"Okay, burger," Dean patted the roof of his car. "Let's go."
"Actually," Merle kept looking at Seth. "Would you guys mind if I ride with Seth?"
"Of course not. We'll meet you there," Renee said.

Dean and Renee got into their car and drove away. Merle and Seth went to his car. The parking lot was dark and almost abandoned. Only a few cars were left by some people that had yet to come out.

"I did come to watch you wrestle," he said.
"I know that, Seth. I asked Dean to invite you," she said.
"You did?" He asked.
"I got your message on Twitter," she said.
"Why didn't you respond?" He asked.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "I wanted to see you in person. A part of me was scared you wouldn't come tonight if you got to talk to me beforehand. I know it's silly and seems very teenage like. I don't get the whole message thing. I'd rather talk to someone in person."
"You and Dean are so from the same family tree," he chuckled.
"So you're not mad?" She asked.

He walked over to her, pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

"Does that answer your question?" He asked.
"I don't know," she smirked. "Maybe try it again."

He smirked back at her but instead of kissing her again, he sank to his knees.

"Seth," she whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Taking what I didn't get the other day," he opened her jeans. "Taking what is rightfully mine."

He yanked her jeans down to her ankles, pushed her panties aside and leaned in to circle her clit with his tongue. He couldn't take his sweet time and tease her out here in the open. He had to break her fast. She buried her fingers in his hair and pushed her crotch forward. He grabbed her hips, pressed his nails into her skin and gave her all he could. He didn't know where this inner beast came from but he started growling while pleasuring her. She fell apart two minutes later. She leaned back against the car and cried out without a care in the world.

He sat back on his heels and fixed her panties. He grabbed her jeans, pulled them up again and closed them. He stood back up and kissed her. She sighed happily into the kiss and once again ran her fingers through his hair. He broke the kiss and smiled at her.

"If we weren't in a place where we could get caught, I would fuck you on this car right this second," he said.
"I know a place we can go later where no one ever comes," she said.
"Oh, you're nasty," he grinned. "I am so in."

She grinned back at him, grabbed his head and kissed him again.

"Your ass is mine, mister Rollins," she said.
"I'm pretty sure it's your ass that is mine," he smirked. "But I'll let you believe that for now. Later I'll show you exactly what I got in store for you. I swear you won't be able to walk for a week."
"Good thing you're driving then," she laughed. "We better go meet them before Dean starts calling me. You know he'll do it just to piss us off."

They got into the car. He started the engine and smirked at the sight of someone coming out of the building. They had been minutes away from being caught.

"Your opponent was great too, by the way," he said. "I actually felt jealous when you came walking out with him. I know it's stupid. I'm not the jealous type."
"He's got a wife at home. She's a nurse so sometimes she works the same nights as him. Like tonight. She couldn't be here because she was working," she said.
"No need to explain," he said. "I'm really not the jealous type. It was just a weird moment where I felt insecure because I hadn't spoken to you since that night in Dean's bathroom."
"God, we're like horny teenagers," she laughed. "Just so you know, I don't need a blood bath to happen everytime I have sex. You opened a sinful box the other night, and I went for it. I think I've bled enough tonight, so you get to call the shots. I'm yours to do with as you please."

She reached a hand over and stroked his inner thigh.

"Careful," he warned.
"I'm not touching it," she smirked. "Not yet."
"You're in so much trouble later," he said.