It had been four weeks since Sara and Fergal had began their relationship, if you wanted to call it that. It was a confusing relationship to Sara, that was for sure. They had exchanged numbers and talked regularly. When they weren't working together, Fergal would text her in the morning with something sweet and they would spend the entire day texting back and forth. The day always ended with a phone call, which always went well past midnight most of the time. She absolutely loved their conversations, he was intelligent, had a great sense of humor, and they had several common interests. They had went on dates, both after work and during their off time. Instead of going home to Texas after a Smackdown show, she flew to his home in Florida. She got the tour of the Lego collection, and even helped him with his new set. Things were great, for the most part. The confusing part, for Sara, was the odd feeling she would have at certain times with him. When he'd touch her shoulders while putting his coat around her, or move her hair out of her face, or when he said her name. It was just not something she'd ever felt with a man before. Another issue was the intimacy, or lack there of. He was always a gentleman with her, opening doors, giving her his coat if she was cold, other things a good man should do, but when it came to intimacy it was like he wasn't even interested. He wouldn't even hold her hand. It was becoming frustrating for her but she didn't know how to bring it up and ask him what his problem was. She knew they were definitely in a relationship, because he introduced her to one of his neighbors as his girlfriend, but she thought two people in a relationship would at least hold hands at the movies. Not Fergal Devitt.

While Fergal was getting his paint applied before a show, Sara went off to find Maryse. Maybe she would have a solution to this. She found her in the women's locker room, furiously fussing with her hair.

"Frenchie...I need your help" Sara said, taking the hairbrush from Maryse

"What's wrong, love dove?" Maryse furrowed her brow, looking at Sara through the mirror

"Its Fergie." Sara sighed

"Oh no, did something happen? I'll hurt him if he dumped you!" Maryse spun around and cupped Sara's face between her hands

"No, no, he didn't break up with me. We're doing pretty good, actually. It's just.." Sara looked around to make sure they had privacy, "He refuses to be physical"

"Wait, what?" Maryse asked

"Yeah. Like no physical contact at all, except once he high fived me."

"You're kidding right?" Maryse shook her head in amazement

"No, I'm not. I don't know what to do, or what to say to him."

"Well, maybe he's one of those who just want to wait until marriage?" Maryse shrugged, half joking

"Oh he's had sex before, that's for sure."

"Well..I don't know then. Maybe just try to initiate something?" Maryse suggested

"I don't know, I'm afraid he'll get freaked out and turn me down." Sara bit her lip

"Has that EVER stopped you before? You're almost always putting moves on the guy first! You're the one that told ME to put the moves on my husband before he did anything."

"I know, I know, but he's different. At least the other guys always sent signals that they were interested. Not Fergie."

"Just try it, see what happens. If he rejects the advances, ask him what the hell his deal is." Maryse squeeze Sara's hand "I gotta go find Mike, we have Miz TV in 10 minutes. Love you, cupcake"

"Love you too, French." Sara huffed and left the locker room, deep in thought as to what to do with this situation. She didn't even realize that Fergal had gone out for his match until she heard JoJo announce Finn Balor.

She found the nearest monitor and watched the match closely, as he was always asking her for suggestions on how to make his matches better, or improve his gimmick. He enjoyed her advice and considered her a pro at giving it since she had been involved in this business since before she could even talk.

After the match, she met him at the bottom of the stage steps.

"Hi" she ran up to him, throwing her arms around him in a big hug

Fergal instantly tensed, but since there were people around, he wrapped an arm loosely around her.

"Hi." he smiled

"Can we talk? Come here" she didn't give him a chance to reply to her question as she grabbed his arm and dragged him away.

Sara found an empty room and pushed him inside.

"What's on your mind, my angel?" he asked

"Sit. I have questions" she pointed to the couch

"Alright" Fergal sat and watched as she sat next to him "What are your questions"

"Well, the first one is more of an action instead of a question" she said

"Okay…"

Fergal couldn't finish his sentence before Sara had pressed her lips against his.

"Fuck" he thought inwardly, closing his eyes tight. "Fucking fuck"

He gave her a quick kiss back before pulling away. She frowned.

"Okay, now I have a question. What the hell?" Sara crossed her arms

"What?" Fergal looked down at his lap

"Why won't you kiss me? Touch me? Fuck me?"

His eyes shot up and he stumbled over his words.

"I..it's just that...uhm"

"Are you using me?" she asked

He stared at her

"You're using me, aren't you. Everyone knows how great it worked out for Punk, it was only a matter of time before someone else tried to see if I was still that naive and vulnerable again"

Sara got up and turned to leave but Fergal grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Sara wait, please. I'm not using you"

Sara turned to him, raising her eyebrows

"I swear I'm not. I'm not like Punk, I promise." Fergal pulled her to him "I just, I can't do...things"

"Things? Like kiss your girlfriend?" Sara tried to pull away, but his grip tightened on her arm

"Yes. I'm sorry, I know it's confusing, and I can't explain it, but please, just trust me and give me some time." he pleaded

"Time?" Sara shook her head

"Yes. I just need some time."

"Fine. Come find me when you've had enough 'time' " Sara jerked away from Fergal and stormed out of the room

Fergal sat back on the couch and buried his head in his hands and let out a loud groan.

"Don't let her get through, Ferg." he muttered to himself, his hands digging into his hair, pulling at what he could in frustration "Don't let her find out…."