It had been a strange but good week to Roman. Although he had every intention of waiting, it hadn't gone down that way. He had kissed her goodbye that Monday after RAW. They had been texting non stop on their days home. Texting that had gone into sexting. He had tried to wait when they returned on the road, but that had only lasted until Saturday night. Now he woke up Sunday morning to her beautiful face and naked body next to him.

"Good morning, peanut," he pecked her lips.
"Too early," she mumbled.
"It's 10," he laughed. "We slept in."
"We were up rather late," she said.

She opened her eyes and cracked a naughty smile.

"Can you blame me?" He ran a finger down her spine and tapped her ass cheek.
"I'm getting a morning fuck, aren't I?" She asked.
"I was considering it," he chuckled.

She moved her leg over him, grinding her crotch slowly against his thigh. He grabbed her behind the neck and demanded a deeper kiss.

"You're already so wet. I can feel it," he said.
"Are you gonna do something about it or leave me here in agony?" She asked.
"I'm gonna do something about it," he said.

He rolled her over on her back and settled on top of her. He grinded his hard dick against her clit, driving her crazy with desire.

"Roman!" She panted. "Don't fucking tease!"

She gasped in surprise as he pushed into her without warning. His thrusts were deep and hard, yet slow and very loving at the same time.

"Fuck!" She scratched her nails down his back. "You're gonna make me cum too soon."
"There's no such thing," he bit her neck lightly. "I wanna feel you, peanut. Again and again and right fucking now!"

His thrusts came faster along with the demanding tone in his voice. She fell apart on the spot, digging her nails even deeper into his back as she cried out in euphoria. He meant what he had said. He wanted to feel her again and again. His thrusts sped up. They didn't come as hard anymore but they came fast and still as demanding. He kissed her again, his teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She cried out a second time a couple of minutes later, taking him with her over the edge.

"Damn, Roman!" She heaved.
"I know," he said.

He rolled down next to her, pulled her close and pecked her lips.

"A bunch of us are going out tonight. Do you wanna come or should we make up some lame excuse to stay in bed?" He asked.
"Roman!" She swatted his shoulder. "I need to be able to fight tomorrow and I can't do that if you keep pounding my ass."
"I haven't touched your ass yet," he smirked. "Maybe tonight..."
"No!" She laughed. "Let's go out. No one knows about us yet."
"They will," he said. "Tonight. I'm not gonna sit there and pretend. I'm not gonna force it on anyone either. I just wanna be able to be myself around you."

That night they walked into the bar hand in hand.

"What the..." Dean chuckled. "Something you forgot to tell me?"
"Kinda," Roman grinned.
"About fucking time, brother," Dean said. "This calls for a beer. On me of course."

Not everyone shared their happiness. Four women sat waiting for the right time to strike. They waited for everyone to arrive and for the mood to be good. Drunk people were sometimes easier to manipulate.

"So Roman," Sasha raised her voice. "You're okay with Elsa's past?"
"What past?" He asked.

He smiled at his newfound girlfriend but she didn't smile back. Her entire face had dropped, and she looked scared.

"What past?" He asked again.
"Past, present. She's a nazi," Sasha answered.

The entire table went silent and everyone stared at Elsa. Roman let out a nervous laugh, not wanting to believe what Sasha said. Elsa didn't laugh with him so he quickly stopped and looked at her.

"Elsa?" He asked.
"I was gonna tell you," she whispered.
"How about you tell me now?" He demanded.

Sasha handed her phone to Roman. She had dug out an old article of some nazis getting violent at a demonstration. There were pictures, and on one of them a younger Elsa was. Her hair was short and blonde, and even though she wasn't fighting anyone on the picture, she was still there among the other nazis.

"Great girlfriend you got," Ronda said.
"Elsa?" Roman looked angry. "Care to explain?"
"Of course you dug that shit up!" She stood up and stared at Sasha. "Of course you went with that! You don't give a shit why I was there in the first place or what else I did! I saved 30 people the day I walked away but that doesn't matter, does it? All that matters to you is that I was part of that movement!"
"I think you should leave!" Roman raised his voice too.

She stared at him for a second, hoping to see the man she had fallen in love with, but he was gone. His eyes were angry, and there was no room for discussion.

"I think so too," she said.

She stormed out of the bar before her tears would spill in front of them all. She always knew that past would come back to haunt her one day but not like this. She was gonna tell him at some point. She was gonna be honest and he would have understood if he had cared to hear her out.

"Bye bitch!" Natalya laughed.
"Stop it!" Roman stared at her.
"It's okay," Sasha placed a hand on Roman's arm.
"Don't fucking touch me!" He pushed her hand away. "Dean, we're leaving!"
"Okay," Dean said. "Let's find a place to talk."

Elsa was in her pyjamas when knocking sounded on her door around an hour later. For a moment she thought Roman had come to talk. To her surprise she found Ronda, Natalya, Sasha and Bayley on the other side.

"What the fuck do you want?" She sneered.

She was pushed backwards, four against one. She tried fighting against them but she found herself down on the floor. She screamed as she felt her arm being forced in an armbar by Ronda. Inside the ring she wouldn't put pressure like this, but outside of the ring was a whole other story.

"Lie still or I'll fucking break it!" Ronda threatened.

Bayley plugged something into the wall and Elsa looked in horror as she saw the hair trimmer in Bayley's hand.

"No!" She shouted.

She tried fighting again, only to have more pressure put on her arm.

"I can break your arm right now, or you can take your punishment. I don't give a fuck if you can't fight tomorrow," Ronda said. "I was gonna win anyway. Who cares if it's by forfeit?"

Elsa laid still, silent tears running down her face, as Bayley started moving the hair trimmer through her hair. She had worked so hard to distance herself from her past, and now they were bringing it back in the most cruel way.

"There," Bayley sat back on her heels. "Now you look the part."
"Fucking nazi!" Sasha spat in her face.

Elsa didn't even care about being spat on. Her tears had stopped and she just stared at the wall. The pressure on her arm disappeared, and the door to her room opened and closed. Silence fell around her. She dragged herself up on her feet and walked to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Bald. They had shaved it all off.