I Want You to Be Here

Darcy reached a hand into the shower, testing the water temperature, before she immersed her entire body under the cascade. The steaming water was heaven on her tense shoulder muscles and it was perfect for washing away the makeup she hadn't taken any care to remove the night before. She lathered some shampoo in her hands and was just about to massage it through her hair when the door opened and Mox's favourite curvy brunette walked in.

In a panic, Darcy threw herself at the tiled wall, feeling the cold through every part of her body.

"Um, hi," she said awkwardly, trying to figure out a way to get the other woman out of there.

"Hey," the brunette responded casually as she reached over to the end of the bench and pulled Mox's toothbrush from its holder.

Darcy watched in mild horror as she brushed her teeth, thoroughly, while there was another woman using the shower behind her. Darcy tried to force herself as far into the corner of the shower as she could, but she knew that the mirror was showing her bare ass.

"What the fuck," she said in a quiet whisper, frowning to herself.

"That's an awesome tattoo." Darcy looked down to her leg and then over her shoulder the brunette who was still brushing her teeth harshly.

Unable to do anything else, Darcy responded meekly, "Thank you."

After another few minutes of shock, the brunette finally left the bathroom – her ass cheeks showing underneath Mox's shirt – and Darcy moved away from the freezing tiles, back into the hot water.

She washed the shampoo from her hands and ran her hands over her face, staring at the door in bewilderment. That was quite possibly one of the weirdest scenarios she had ever been in and Darcy's life was far from normal.

When the confusion finally wore off, Darcy washed her hair and the rest of her body before stepping out of the shower and towelling off. She heard a muffled conversation taking place in the living room followed by the front door shutting heavily. The assumption was made that the brunette had left, something Darcy was grateful for.

Changing into her clothes, she decided that she had to ask Mox a few questions about the woman she kept seeing but hearing nothing of.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend," Darcy said tentatively as she finally walked out of the bathroom, still wrapped in her towel.

"Don't," Moxley responded absentmindedly, he was watching a football recap and was absolutely engrossed. Darcy walked through to the alcove and searched through her suitcase for clothes to wear.

"Then who was that?" She asked, pulling out her underwear.

"Rachel." Darcy poked her head around the wall, looking at Jon with a raised eyebrow.

"That's it?"

"We fuck sometimes," he answered begrudgingly, clearly wishing Darcy would stop asking questions. She dropped her towel and began to dress – the typical boyfriend jeans and cut off shirt was what she elected to wear.

"Do you want her to be your girlfriend?" The question came out easily; she was lapsing back into her teenage girl habits. She was only 22 and due to her mother's habits during pregnancy Darcy was still rather immature. Most of the time she had a tight grip on it, but she'd been struggling to keep it at bay. "She comes around here a lot."

"She has a boyfriend."

Darcy jumped around the corner with a mortified look on her face, glaring straight at him. "What?"

"Open relationship," Moxley clarified, chuckling at her reaction. It was one he got quite often. He watched as she relaxed slightly and frowned at him. She moved into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice.

"Dangerous territory, fuck buddies is."

"Not when she has a boyfriend," he smiled somewhat proudly to himself. He liked to think he'd dodged a serious bullet.

"Okay, so now that I can't offend you..." Darcy trailed off, still standing in the kitchen.

"What?" He asked, his eyes never leaving the television.

"You need to speak to her about something." Darcy waited for a verbal response but had to settle for a grunt of understanding, "She can't just walk into the bathroom when I'm in there."

"Why not?" he asked, still very much focused on the program.

"I was naked in the goddamn shower-"

"No fucking way," Moxley interjected as it cut to an ad. Darcy chose to ignore him.

"- and she just waltzes in and pulls out a toothbrush and some toothpaste and goes to work."

"She needed to brush her teeth, big deal." He looked over his shoulder at her, wondering what the hell the big deal was.

"She couldn't have done that when I'd finished? I was fucking naked."

"You need to be more comfortable in your body. And it's not like she hasn't seen it all before." Darcy mimed strangling him as she left the kitchen.

"Not the point. The point is that there has to be boundaries! I do not give a fuck if you bring your whores over but if they had fucking manners and common sense that'd be great."

"You have neither so why should you expect that of others?" Darcy lunged forward to hit the back of his head, shoving it forward roughly.

"It wasn't just a quick brush to get the taste your cum out of her mouth, either," Darcy groaned, walking around the couch dropping down beside Moxley. "That shit must have been lodged between her fucking teeth. I'm surprised she didn't floss. She used your toothbrush by the way."

Moxley turned to look at her with a disgusted face. He shook his head in disbelief, "Looks like I'm getting a new toothbrush."

"Because your cum is now on your toothbrush?" Darcy laughed at him. "The poor girl had a load of it in her mouth."

"She wanted it," Moxley rested his arm over the back of the couch. "I don't want to taste my own jizz. And 'poor girl'? You were just complaining about her."

"Yeah," Darcy nodded. "Before I remembered that she had to fuck you. That can't be good for anybody."

"She didn't have to do anything," he objected, hitting the back of Darcy's head lightly. "Do you want me to speak to her about it or what?"

"Yes," she said firmly. "I do."

"Anything else?"

"She has a great ass," Darcy said after thinking it over for a few moments. "I'm not an ass person, but I can't not appreciate that." Moxley didn't say anything to her, but the huge smirk that grew on his lips made it clear enough. He was proud that he got to have sex with Rachel.

Mox shrugged, his attention turning back to the television, "Her body is tight but she's about as interesting as a doorknob."

Darcy's phone began to ring just as she was stepping into the FCW building and she scrambled to answer it. She had been expecting a phone call from Harry and she didn't care that she was going to work – she was going to answer her damn phone.

"Harry!" she exclaimed with a bright smile, walking back outside for some privacy. Jon didn't stop for her. They were already running late – Mox said it was because Darcy took so long in the shower, Darcy argued that she wouldn't have had Rachel not walked in on her.

"Hey babe, I can't talk for long, I just wanted to let you know that I got time off. The October tapings. You said the 11th? I've got the week off."

"October?" Darcy repeated, wanting to be sure she heard correctly. "Harry, it's July. I have to wait until October to see you? That's bullshit. I want to see you now!"

"I did what I could, babe," he said in a calming voice. "Don't think that this isn't killing me as much as it is you."

"Yeah," Darcy sighed dejectedly. "I'm actually supposed to be training... We'll speak later, okay?"

"Of course, love you."

"Yeah, you too."

Darcy threw her phone into the large pocket of her gym bag as she ran through the doors. Bill DeMott's voice was the first thing she heard. He was yelling at her for being late and she was told to drop her bag by the ring and get straight to work.

She did as she was told and dropped her bag before rolling underneath the bottom rope and standing before the head trainer. Bill stared down at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You're going to be working with Emma today," he told her, pointing to the Australian Diva – who was new to WWE – standing in the opposite corner. Darcy nodded even though she wanted to ask why she wasn't working with Ashley. "Darcy: hit Emma with a sidewalk slam."

She did as she was told, meeting Emma in the middle of the ring and quickly hooked one arm over Emma's stomach and the other under her legs before picking her up and dropping down. DeMott nodded at her before ordering to do a series of movies, each of them earning a less sincere nod than the one before.

Darcy did her best to ignore it. She did her best to ignore the nagging feeling in her stomach that came alongside working with the head trainer so soon after her first match. Every time she stumbled or lost her grip DeMott's mouth would pull into a straight time and he would make Emma do a move – only to get the exact same expression on his face when she slipped up.

Emma hit Darcy with a discus elbow smash and Darcy felt a momentary tugging at her eyebrow before there was a stinging sensation in the exact same spot. She had fallen to the ground to sell the move, but she let out an uncharacteristic streak when she reached up to her eyebrow and felt nothing.

"What? What is it?" Emma asked, slightly panicked at the reaction – Darcy was not one to sell moves vocally and everyone knew it.

"My fucking eyebrow ring," she grumbled, looking around for it with her finger feeling the spot where her piercing had previously been. Emma looked mortified and reached up to feel the piercing she had underneath her bottom lip. She didn't want to imagine how much it would hurt to have it ripped from her face. "It's attached to your pad," Darcy said emotionlessly, pointing to Emma's arm.

Emma pulled a face and went about removing the barbell from the material of her elbow pad. Darcy took it from Emma's outstretched hand and rolled underneath the bottom rope, occasionally moving her finger away from her eyebrow to see how much it was bleeding.

"Where are you going?" DeMott questioned.

"Somewhere else."