You'd originally planned on sleeping through the night, not wanting to leave the room but the voices downstairs woke you. You groaned as you pulled your phone off the nightstand, the time reading 12:34am. Roman had texted you goodnight, saying that he couldn't wait to see you tomorrow. Normally you'd be happy seeing that he missed you so much, but instead this time around you felt miserable. Feelings of uncertainty bubbled in your stomach and you were torn. How were you supposed to face him tomorrow after everything that happened today?

You were about to pull the covers over your head but you heard laughing from downstairs - and it wasn't Seth. Usually he asked if he ever wanted to bring people over and for the most part, you and Roman were okay with it. But tonight it irked you, the laugh undeniably belonging to a woman. Your heart felt heavy when you realized that he was kissing you hours before, and he had the nerve to bring over a girl that same night. Was this his way of getting back at you?

The laughter continued and got closer, as they made their way up the stairs and into his room. Kicking the covers off, you made your way to the door and opened it slowly, just as Seth and (you were right, there was a woman), were making their way into his bedroom. Seth was stumbling around, his arm draped over shoulder and you realized that he was drunk. The woman, however, seemed fine. This was not new to you, Seth sometimes didn't make the best decisions when it came to his love life no matter how much you and Roman tried to sway him. This behavior however, was new to you. He never came home this drunk, he'd make sure to never have more than just a couple of beers. They made it to his room and were about to close the door but you caught it.

"I'm sorry who are you?" she asked, her eyes taking you in from head to toe.

You shifted your weight to your other foot and crossed your arms over your chest, eyeing her up and down as well. She was beautiful no doubt, her dark hair was straightened and went way past her shoulders. Your attention was immediately drawn to her breasts, which were pushed out and together in her plunging V-neck black dress and you were immediately jealous. She smirked confidently, obvious that she was getting the reaction she wanted.

"I-I'm his friend," you answered as affirmatively as you could. She rolled her eyes at you, placing her hand on the door, keeping you from seeing him. You managed to look past her to Seth, who was almost passed out on his bed. "You should leave. He's not in the right state of mind."

"Are you his mother?" she shot back, showing no signs of letting up. "He's totally fine. Plus he was the one that invited me over, asked me to stay the night. He's Seth Rollins, who wouldn't wanna spend a night with him?" She smiled, and you knew exactly why she came over tonight. She wasn't into Seth, but his fame.

Your stomach churned at her words. "I can't believe you. He's drunk! You are not taking advantage of him!" You practically yelled, your hands balling into fists at your side. It took all of your strength not to drag her by her hair and toss her outside.

"Like I said before, he invited me over," she retorted, obviously annoyed that you were still there.

You let out a sigh, irritated. She was really working your last nerve. "He's barely conscious. I'm sure you won't like that story if it ever got out," you replied.

She looked back at Seth and huffed, giving your words some thought before fumbling with her purse, pushing a piece of paper into your hands.

"Can you at least give this to him when he wakes up?"

You unfolded the paper and took a look at it, already knowing what was written inside. She had scribbled her name and phone number on it for him. You nodded as you walked her out, relieved when she closed the door without anything else to say.

Seth was asleep face first in his bed, still fully dressed. You walked over and fished his phone and wallet out of his jeans, setting them down on the nightstand with a glass of water and some Advil for later. Careful as to not wake him, you gently tugged off his shoes and set them down beside his bed before you left.

Seth caught your hand before you could go. A soft gasp escaped you as he flipped over slowly onto his back and pulled you into the bed alongside him.

"Seth, what are you doing?"

"Stay," he mumbled, and you couldn't tell if he was serious or if that was the alcohol talking. "Please stay with me." You sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating. Last time you two were together alone it had ended in a heated exchange, one that you didn't want to revisit.

His fingers caught the hem of his tee as he tried to pull it off him, his arms getting caught in the struggle. You chuckled lightly and helped him out, your hands skimming over his broad shoulders and chest.

"Promise I won't do anythin'. Jus' wanna snuggle."

"Okay Seth. Scoot over," you replied, as he moved towards the middle and pulled you in closer. You pressed yourself into him as innocently as you could and he wrapped an arm around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

His arms tightened around you before he spoke. "Roman's a lucky guy. Wish it w's me that could hold you all night." You stilled at his words, not sure how to respond.

Before you knew it, he was snoring lightly, his breaths slowly evening out as his whole body relaxed. Lifting his arm from your waist you cautiously attempted to free yourself from his grasp. Looking over to him, he was fast asleep, his features peaceful and calm and you realized you were clutching the scrap paper the girl had given you.

You ran your fingers over her name and number, debating whether or not to leave it for Seth or get rid of it. Without giving it a second thought, you ripped the paper into tiny pieces and threw them into the bin by his bed, before creeping into your room and throwing the covers over you, Seth's heavy arm still burning on your skin.

Sunlight filtered through your blinds and you were happy that Roman was coming back today. His flight was scheduled to land around one, giving you plenty of time to get ready and whip up something quick to eat for him for lunch. Once you were out of your room, you peeked over at Seth's and the door was closed, and you figured he must be asleep still after last night's events.

A part of you wondered how Seth would feel when he realized that the girl hadn't stayed. Debating in your mind, you wondered if it'd be easier if you told him the truth, that she was only taking advantage of his name. You were looking out for him after all, so shouldn't he be grateful to you for that?

Roman came home at exactly one-thirty, opting to take a taxi instead of having you pick him up because it was less of a hassle.

"I've missed you so much," you whispered to him as he picked you up in a hug. Locking your arms around his neck, you breathed in his scent and closed your eyes.

"I missed you too, baby girl," he replied, his hands snaking around you and giving your backside a firm squeeze. You pulled back and watched as his eyes were wide with lust, his tongue swiping across his lips teasingly. "I want you for lunch. Right now, on the couch."

His words made you weak in the knees, wetness already pooling in your panties as your heart raced at the thought of him pleasing you. You were laying down on the couch and Roman appeared by your side a minute later, his gaze intense yet full of love at the same time as his eyes traveled down your body. He pulled your tights and panties down in one tug, completely stripping you of them, leaving you naked from the waist down.

His breath caught in his throat as he looked at your bare pussy, open and wet for him. "Oh baby. I've been thinking about this ever since I left," he said huskily, his palm tracing your thigh. You let out a soft moan as his fingers found your clit, rubbing slowly up and down your slit before pushing one finger inside. Melting under his touch, you held onto his free arm for support while he worked his finger inside you.

"Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" He asked, tilting your chin to meet his eyes.

"No, I didn't…" you said, barely audible. Roman outright smirked at your answer, pushing a second finger into you. You gave a breathy moan, watching him continue his actions. His eyes were filled with want and need and you were sure yours were too.

"Good girl." Roman's fingers left you and you whimpered. He kneeled in front of the sofa, spreading your legs once again while grabbing your shirt and bunching it up over your bra. He palmed your breasts through it, humming in appreciation. Roman licked his lips at the sight of your wet and ready cunt. You lifted your hips instinctively but he pushed them back down onto the couch, throwing an arm across your waist to keep you still. He pressed his tongue against you, the action causing your mouth to drop open and your hands flew to his hair. Roman spread your pussy lips and sucked on your clit, lapping softly around your most sensitive spot. Your stomach dropped out as you tugged on his hair, wanting more. Carefully and slowly, Roman hooked two fingers inside you and curled them upwards, making you shudder and you let your legs fall open even wider for him.

You were red-faced and you tried your hardest to keep your legs from shaking as Roman continued his ministrations. He looked up at you and gave you a wink as he worked his fingers quicker, your moans now turning into desperate cries for release. Propping yourself up on your elbows you watched Roman eat your pussy, his eyes focused on yours as he licked and sucked on your clit mercilessly.

Closing your eyes you let your head fall back as your walls clenched around his fingers, making your whole body shudder with anticipation. Your hands once again found his hair and you let out a desperate moan.

"Roman," you moaned breathlessly. "I'm gonna come…"

"That's right, come all over my tongue baby," he said against you. He held you down as your orgasm tore through you, making your whole body shake uncontrollably and your toes curl. Roman continued to devour you, determined to bring you to your second orgasm and you opened your eyes to watch him.

Something caught your eye at the top of the banister and you looked over, your grip on Roman's hair tightening when you realized it was Seth. He was leaning over the railway, his forearms resting on it while watching you both intently below him. You gasped and stilled but Roman thought nothing of it as he continued to work you into a frenzy. Seth's eyes were full of need, his gaze hungry, his jaw slack. Blinking rapidly, you wondered if Seth's presence was just a figment of your imagination, but you quickly realized that he was real, and standing right there, watching you. Your gazes locked for what seemed like an eternity, his eyes never leaving yours. You watched him adjust himself in his sweats and you immediately thought back to when you'd caught him stroking himself in his room.

Seth seeing you in the most vulnerable position made your cheeks flush, the skin between your neck and chest a deep red from your orgasm. Your lips were swollen from your own teeth tugging it and pulling it due to the pleasure Roman was giving you. In the midst of all of this, Seth was looking at you like you were the best thing he'd ever seen. Your body took control of itself; your hips bucking up to grind against Roman's face, something you didn't have any control over. Seth's eyes somehow darkened, his intense look sending you into your second orgasm, your eyes rolling back into your head as Roman groaned against you, his grip tightening on your thighs.

As you came down from your high, you looked up at where Seth was standing and he was nowhere to be found. The excitement and dangerous feeling in your stomach died down, disappointment taking its place, and you were surprised that his presence had such an immediate effect on you. Roman, who was oblivious to the situation planted a sloppy kiss to your hip bone, working his way up to your chest before landing on your lips, gently coaxing your mouth open. You cupped his cheeks and wrapped your legs around him before he pulled away breathless.

"You taste as sweet as ever," he paused, grabbing your clothes. "Let me help you into these."

You smiled as you got dressed, not taking your eyes off Roman. He was perfect, too perfect for someone like you, you thought. Steadying your hand on his shoulder, he helped you step into your pants and you took this time to study him and his features that you'd missed while he was away. His long dark hair that was tied at the nape of his neck, his eyes that constantly devoured you and yet were soft enough to let all of his emotions through. Roman hadn't shaved, instead he kept his goatee trimmed nice and neat. Your favorite feature…his lips, soft and plump, almost as if they were made to mold to yours perfectly.

"I love you, Roman."

He looked up at you lovingly, fixing your shirt that was still rucked up above your bra. Smoothing it out with his palms, Roman locked his arms behind you and hugged your midsection as you rested your hand on top of his head, absentmindedly stroking his hair. The silent minute between you two was comforting, and nothing else seemed to matter as long as Roman was in your arms. You weren't sure what prompted you to declare your love for him in that particular moment, but you felt that it needed to be said.

You repeated the words again slowly in your head this time…were you convincing him, or yourself?