So this took a little longer than I expected, mainly because I changed direction halfway through and had to re-write a huge part of this to fit my new plot idea for this. Huge thanks to LetItReign for showing me the light on this one - I am forever grateful.

We start this update from Seth's POV, with Siobhan's following at a later date. You might feel like this is a little all over the place, but please trust me that this is intentional. When we get to Siobhan, things will hopefully slip into place and we'll reach a lovely conclusion to this part of their story (hopefully being the operative word...!)

Usual warnings and disclaimers apply.

Enjoy x


Next To Me Part 1

When the skies are gray and all the doors are closing
And the rising pressure makes it hard to breathe
When all I need's a hand to stop the tears from falling
I will find him, I'll find him next to me
Next To Me, Emeli Sande

Seth's POV

Leaning down, I swipe my discarded shirt from the floor and use it to wipe the sweat from my face. Slinging the damp item over my shoulder, I reach down and pick up my water bottle, draining it quickly. I rock back against the wall, the cold brick cooling my back as the adrenaline from my workout starts to fade, replaced with the familiar ache in my muscles, the sign of a job well done.

With a grunt, I shift away from the wall and start to tidy away the equipment I've used. I take it slow, in no rush, despite the late hour. My phone buzzes from its position on one of the pylo boxes nearby and I take a step closer to peek at the screen. The sender's name flashes up on screen, the subject line signaling a slight alteration to my schedule for the next two days. Despite the fact that I have no part to play in Sunday's events, I still have a duty to show my face. And whilst being here has meant a chance to catch up with friends and colleagues, there is an underlying sense of bitterness that I'm desperately trying to keep in check.

Post-surgery, the first month was all about the little things, repeating the same exercises over and over again looking for any signs of improvement. It was relentless, slow and painful. My only motivation was to get rid of the crutches, the brace, to be able to get some mobility, however minor, back in my knee, to make day-to-day activities easier to do on my own, without having to rely heavily on others. I've always understood the physical impact an injury, any injury, would have on me, but it was the potential damage to my mental strength that I complete underestimated. I didn't understand how my life would just change. For over a decade, I haven't stopped. In a split second, everything came screeching to a standstill. Over the last ten years, I could probably count on one hand the number of consecutive days I've spent at home. Yet for the last four months, home is all I've known. Home and the gym.

Frustration doesn't even cover it. Whilst I'm grateful for the downtime, I wish that I could have taken the time off by choice, rather than forced through injury. I truly am grateful for the time that I have spent with my old friends, my family, Siobhan especially. There have been birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year – events that I would have otherwise missed if I was still on the road. And I shouldn't forget proposing and ultimately marrying Siobhan, two events that would have undoubtedly been delayed and disrupted due to my career. So yes, I am grateful for that. But it doesn't keep the frustration at bay for long.

Ever since returning from honeymoon, my determination and drive has been unrelenting thanks to that overwhelming frustration. The endless hours in rehab started to pay off. Exercises and movements that felt nigh on impossible before Christmas, started to feel like second nature. And whilst it didn't come without its difficulties, it was exhilarating to finally achieve substantial goals at last. Yet it wasn't just the achievements made through rehab. It was watching my closest friends in the business start to hunt down their targets for WrestleMania and the realisation kicking in that for the first time since coming up to the main roster, I wasn't doing the same. Although the thought had been at the back of my mind ever since hearing the initial prognosis for my recovery, it didn't quite seem real at first. Every year, the focus has always been on this week, this Sunday and it was a bitter pill to swallow when it dawned on me that my focus would be elsewhere. All I could do was to continue to use the frustration to fuel my drive and will to speed up my recovery and I soon started to reap the rewards.

Just not soon enough. My assessment a few weeks ago at the Performance Centre, whilst positive, also went a long way to prove how unready I still am. I haven't even stepped in the ring since my injury and somewhere, deep down inside me, I know that I have a way to go before that will happen. And whilst I'm itching to get back in there, to get back to doing what I do best, there is also an unsettling twinge of anxiety every time I think about what it will entail. I've done some crazy shit in my time, in the ring, off the ring, onto tables, off ladders, but most of the time, I've never given it a second thought. It's in my blood, in my nature, what I love, what I'm good at. Yet every time I think about getting in the ring, a fear takes over me. What if I get in there and it's too soon? What if a training session causes something in my knee to give way because it's too soon? What if I pass all the tests, get back in the ring for real and something goes wrong again?

These are questions that I never really asked myself before. But that was before I understood how fragile my body can be, how weak my knee can be. Suddenly I'm thinking about my career, my choices with a whole different perspective and I'm worried that if I can't pull myself back from that, then the fear is going to take over and then what? I never get back in the ring? That's something I never thought would cross my mind, but it does now. It does when it's late and my knee is swollen from rehab and I can't sleep and all I can do is lie there and think about the what ifs.

Replacing the last plate back on the rack, I pluck up my phone and scan through the revised schedule, picking out the necessary details before amending my calendar. As I rattle off a quick response to the sender, I note the time at the top of the screen and glance up and across the room. Siobhan is starting to tidy away her own equipment, pausing after she re-racks her weights to slowly tilt her neck from side to side. She turns to face me, but her attention is completely devoted to her phone and I know by now that she's painstakingly noting down every rep she's completed.

When we first started dating, I did my best to convince her to join me for workouts, but the early starts made her pull a face, so I got used to leaving her wrapped up in my bed or hers whilst I headed to the academy or to a local box in her city. She's had a love-hate relationship with the gym for as long as I've known her, swinging from one extreme to the other on a regular basis. The one time I managed to convince her to give CrossFit a try, she swore blind that I was trying to kill her. After that we both decided that perhaps working out was the one thing that we were best doing separately, especially if we wanted our relationship to survive. But more recently, we've discovered that we can work out in the same place, as long as we leave each other to get on with our own programmes, not interfering or interrupting until it's clear that we've both finished. So I keep my distance as Siobhan continues to focus on her phone whilst absentmindedly rolling a gym ball across to the relevant rack.

The last four months have seen a definite change in our relationship dynamic, not only through marriage, but how we've had to adapt to being around each other for almost twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Like most people in this business, my home life isn't what you'd describe as normal. A few days here, a few days there doesn't usually make for an easy ride. But over time, you get used to it. You get good at making those few days count, you become an expert at working on a relationship that mostly takes place over the phone. When you're thrown together for longer than those few days, it's fantastic but also daunting. You fear running out of conversation, of intruding on the other person's day-to-day activities that carry on regardless whether you're there or not. You wonder if the reason you work so well together is because well, you don't actually spend time together in the first place. For the most part, these fears are unfounded, mainly because the time you spend together is by choice, not circumstance. You know that soon, it'll go back to how it was so you make the most of those extra days together.

It's different when you're forced to stay at home through injury. It's different when your life stops, but hers continues. Sure, most of my days are taken up with rehab and working my way through a long to-do list of errands that I never had time to do before, but I was still so conscious when I was in the apartment with little or nothing to do, whilst Siobhan spent her days in the office, working hard to catch up with projects. Guilt consumed me. I knew that the time she had spent with me in Alabama, helping me through the early stages of recovery, had meant her sacrificing projects that could have furthered her career. So when we got back to Iowa, I knew I needed to pay her back. But everything I do seems so small in comparison to what she's done for me. I owe her so much, despite her protests that I don't.

She says that she did what anyone else would have done.

I say that isn't true. There is no other woman in the world that has done what she's done for me.

A hand brushes over my shoulder and I jump, cursing.

Siobhan giggles up at me, her face flushed from her workout, wisps of hair sticking to her forehead. "You were in a world of your own," she says with a grin.

I chuckle, reaching out and wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pull her against me. "Good workout?"

"Yeah. You?" Her nose wrinkles before she pushes me away. "Ew, I've got enough sweat on me without yours too."

"Aw, sweertheart," I grin as she takes a step back out of reach. "Now you know that ain't true. I've lost count the number of times you've jumped me when I've come back from a workout."

"Yeah, so I can man-handle you into the shower," she shoots back, tugging her pony-tail loose before gathering the mass of red hair back up into a messy knot.

"Is that so you can get me clean before you get me dirty again?" I wink.

"Me get you dirty?" she raise an eyebrow. "I think it's usually the other way around."

"I don't ever hear you complaining, angel." I pick up my phone and empty water bottle and take a step towards her. "Don't deny it."

She shakes her head. "Don't you 'angel' me. We both know that you only call me what when you're up to no good."

"So you're not denying it, angel." I take another step closer, watching as her tongue flicks across her lips.

"That's not the point."

"I think it is." I'm in touching distance now, my hand reaching out to push a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "And anyway, you should know by now that I'm always up to no good around you."

"Oh, so you admit that you're an insatiable horn dog?"

"I'll only admit that if you admit it's only because you always start it."

She pouts. "I do not."

"You do," I grin. "You always start it."

She ducks her gaze and then looks up at me coyly through thick eyelashes. "And you always finish it, huh?"

"Damn straight."

She cocks her head one side and eyes me carefully, before turning to walk towards the lockers at the far end of the room.

"What was that look for?" I call after her.

"Well," she glances back at me. "I was just thinking of all the times that I've started it and finished it."

I groan audibly, her giggles echoing around the empty room. "What are you implying, sweetheart? That I'm not up for the job?"

She turns, walking backwards, her pace slowing enough for me to catch up with her with ease. Her gaze deliberately drops and she sighs softly before her teeth capture her bottom lip, releasing it in what feels like slo-motion.

"No..." she murmurs as she backs herself against the lockers. "You're always up for It."

"So what's with the complaining?" I ask as I close in on her, one hand resting on the locker above her head and I tower over her.

"Did I say I was complaining?" she breathes back and now it's my turn to bite my lip as memories of Wednesday night coming rushing back.

I knew I was in trouble the second she text me, her face flashing up on screen, her lips pouting as she gazed at the camera lens. The shot was high, showing me a hint of her shirt. Her shirt, which left little to the imagination, what with the way hung off her, the neckline low, revealing the cups of her black bra, the cut out sides revealing pale skin which almost led me to holding her hostage in our hotel room before we even left for the evening. And if that wasn't enough, the photo was captioned: I'll be your stripper, if you'll be mine.

I was desperate to find her, getting increasingly frustrated by Dean and Roman's apparent disregard for how urgent the situation was. And when I found her, I was even more desperate to get out of the club, to head back to our hotel room and make good on a mutual promise. But Siobhan had other ideas. A drink first. And then another, all whilst she slowly crept up on me, arm around my shoulders, her leg hooked over mine as she whispered in my ear, a hand sliding over my thigh. By the time we got into a cab, I was like a horny teenage boy, pulling her onto my lap, my hand brazenly groping her chest whilst my mouth fought with hers. But she pulled back, grasping my head in her hands as she murmured something about my lack of patience. I can't quite remember her exact words; I was more caught up in the way her shirt had slid lower, revealing a breast that rose and fell with every breath she gasped.

Siobhan's body brushes against mine and I blink. She smirks up at me and I realise that she's opened up our shared locker and is pulling out our hoodies, along with the rental keys and the hotel room card. I take the latter two items from her, stuffing them into my pockets, along with my phone. She shrugs on her hoodie, zipping it up to the top before stuffing her phone into one of the pockets. Stuffing my shirt into the waistband of my shorts, I tug on my own hoodie and zip it up halfway. She rolls her eyes, her hand reaching out to slide the zip higher, but I stop her, pulling her against me once again.

"Better?" I murmur against her knot of hair, grinning as she nods, her arms slipping around my waist. I press a kiss to her temple as she eases out of my embrace, her hand finding mine a second later as we walk towards the exit.

Cool air greets us and Siobhan instinctively brushes closer to me as we cross the parking lot. As we reach our rental, I unlock the doors, lifting her hand to brush a kiss over her knuckles. I open the door for her before making my way round to the drivers side. As I get in, I catch sight of her drawing out the chain from around her neck, carefully unclasping the catch and releasing her engagement ring into her hand. She slips it onto her finger as I start the engine and the now familiar rush of happiness washes over me as she reaches out and slides her hand over my thigh, squeezing softly.

"So," I start, as we turn onto the street. "You hungry?"

"Yup," she murmurs, one hand on my thigh still, the other flipping through her phone.

"Take out?" I ask. "Or room service?"

As if on cue, her stomach rumbles.

"Take out it is," I grin as she squeezes my thigh in response.


My hand settles on Siobhan's hip as she nestles against me, her hands perched on my shoulder as we wait to order. The pizza joint is almost as empty as the gym, the only other patrons being the couple in front of us. Siobhan's cheek nuzzles against my arm and as I look down, her eyes close as she struggles to contain a yawn.

"We can take this back to the hotel," I murmur to Siobhan as said couple pay.

"And promptly leave it to go cold as you get me into the shower?" she grins up at me.

"I'm pretty sure I contain myself long enough to eat."

"Are you saying that you'd choose pizza over me?" She pouts, but her eyes give her away.

"It's a close call..."

She giggles, slipping out of my grasp as the guy behind the counter turns his attention to me. Siobhan settles on a stool at the side bar that runs the length of the pizzeria. After I pay, I move to take the stool next to her, but her hand immediately catches hold of my hoodie and she tugs me towards her instead. My arms automatically circle her, my head dropping forward to place a kiss on her forehead as she leans against me.

"So," she says after a while, tilting her head back to look up at me. "I thought maybe we could go for dinner tomorrow night."

"I've got a signing till–"

"Eight. I know," she says with a smile. "I thought I could come by and pick you up afterwards."

I nod slowly, my earlier thoughts drifting back over me, the dread that these next few days hold. "Sure. Something to look forward to."

She frowns, concern flooding her eyes. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing," I tell her. "Just means that I'm looking forward to spending time with you."

She hesitates, as if unsure whether to let it go or delve deeper. I can feel myself tensing as she weighs up each option. I don't want to go into this, not now and certainly not here. Siobhan's mouth opens slightly and I brace myself for another question, not sure if I will be able to bring myself to answer.

"I'm looking forward to it as well," she says slowly, her gaze still curious.

"Good," I lean down and kiss her softly as the guy behind the counter calls out that our order is ready.

We eat in silence for the most part and I wonder if she's picking over my earlier statement in her head. The fact is that I haven't been exactly been explicit with Siobhan about my thoughts and feelings on the next few days. When I told her that I still needed to be here, she was excited, talking about how great it would be to get everyone together, to tell them the big news at the same time. I couldn't bring myself to confess that this was the last place I wanted to be. I didn't want the inevitable sympathy because it wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't make this any easier.

I'm picking up a final slice of pizza when the door behind me jangles open and shut. An older voice speaks first, followed by a younger, more excitable one. And then:

"Dad!" The younger voice drops to a loud whisper. "It's Seth Rollins!"

I raise my gaze from my food and meet Siobhan's eye. She glances over my shoulder briefly before she gives me a small smile. "He's wearing your shirt."

Wiping my mouth, I twist in my seat and take in the kid who can't be older than ten. His eyes light up as he takes a tentative step forward.

"It's really you," he splutters, tugging on his dad's hand who offers me an apologetic smile.

"He's eating," he tells his son. "We shouldn't disturb him. Sorry," he says to me.

"It's cool," I nod at the kid. "What's up?"

The kid stares up at me in wonder for a second, before a whole torrent of praise spills from him. I chuckle as he talks animatedly, taking another step towards me as he grows in confidence.

"Thanks, man," I tell him when he finally takes a breath.

"So, are you like, back for good now? You're totally gonna show up on Sunday and get your title back, right?" His eyes are pleading with me and I can feel my stomach start to clench.

I force a grin onto my face. "You know me, it's all about the timing."

He grins back up at me. "Just like before, right?"

I nod. "Exactly."

His grin widens and then he glances back over his shoulder at his dad. "Could… Could I get a photo with you? Please?"

"Sure, man."

I glance back at Siobhan as I stand. She smiles back at me, raising her water to cover her giggle as the kid tells his dad to make sure the photo isn't blurry.

I can feel the nervous excitement bouncing off the kid as he stands next to me. Looking down, I chuckle as I see him standing on his tiptoes in an effort to make himself look taller. His dad takes a couple of photos, mostly at his son's insistence before turning the phone so he can see the results.

The kid stares at the photos in awe, before his eyes dart back up to me. "Thanks, Seth. Good luck for Sunday."

"No problem."

His dad offers me a grateful smile as he picks up their order and then ushers his kid back outside.

"He was cute," Siobhan comments as I retake my seat and pick up my unfinished slice.

I nod. "Yeah. Felt bad about lying to him about Sunday though."

"You didn't mean any harm." She reaches out and runs a finger over my hand. "He'll put it down to bad timing."

"I guess." I drop the half-eaten slice back on the plate and reach for the napkin. I eye her empty plate. "Finished?"

She nods.

"Hotel?"

She grins.


I lean forward, my hands against the cool tiles as hot water pelts down on my back. I turn my head one way and then the other, soaking my hair once again.

The ride back to the hotel was quiet, Siobhan preoccupied with her phone, a small frown crossing her face every so often. I was half-tempted to ask, but the frown would disappear as quickly as it arrived, so I decided to let it be, just like she did for me earlier. But the silence started to consume me, my mind drifting back to the kid's hopeful look as he spoke about Sunday. It's a look I'm going to have to get used to, what with a two-hour signing session tomorrow. I wonder if my nerves can take it, if I have enough to fuel a fake grin for the hundreds of fans that will all want to know when and where I'll make my return.

I swipe a hand over my face, before raising it to push my hair back, willing myself to push away thoughts of tomorrow at the same time. A small hand drifts over my lower back and I smile down at my feet as I feel Siobhan press her naked body against mine.

"Hey," she murmurs over the drum of the water.

Lifting an arm, I turn and tuck her against me, shielding her from the spray with my own body. "Hey."

My hands glide over her back, down to her ass as she rises onto her toes to press a kiss to my cheek. I sigh softly as her hands grip my shoulders and she finds my mouth. It's slow, easy, her fingers dancing over my skin, curling through my wet hair. Her body is warm, her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, her ass deliciously firm in my palms as I gently squeeze. She moans into my mouth and all other thoughts are irrelevant as my mind starts to cloud.

She breaks away with a gasp, but I pull her back in an instant, this time our mouths crashing together with renewed passion. I twist us under the stream of water, letting the water soak her, before I ease her against the wall. She hisses at the cool tiles on her back, her eyes snapping open as I leave her mouth and follow a trickle of water that winds it's way south, down the tender column of her throat, over the bump of her collarbone, between the valley of her breasts.

A finger edges underneath my chin, tilting my face back up to meet hers. Her hand shifts to cup my cheek as she stares down at me, her chest rising and falling as wet hair clings to her face and neck. Her thumb strokes softly as she continues to hold my gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly as she wets her lips.

"Seth..."

I twist my head and capture her thumb, sucking the tip until she groans. "What?" I grin as I release it with a soft pop.

Something flashes through her eyes and then she shakes her head. "Nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Her tone is resolute and I don't even contemplate questioning her further.

Reaching for the shower gel, I squeeze a generous amount onto my hands. "Turn around."

She whimpers as her breasts touch the tiles, my hands on her shoulders, slowly moving in circles as a lather starts to form. I take my time, working my way down her back, yet all the while my eyes are flickering down to the curve of her ass, the bubbles sliding over her skin. Her head twists to the side, her lips parted and plump, her eyes closed as I reach the middle of her back. My hands drift over her waist, down to her hips and then back up again, easing her lower body away from the tiles. Pressing myself against her, my arms circle her, soapy hands covering her stomach before dipping down to cover her thighs. A half-stifled gasp escapes her and I nuzzle the back of her head, capturing her mouth the second she lets me.

The water beats steadily down on my back as I pull her upper body away from the wall, my hands drifting to seek out her breasts, her tight nipples. I tug at them, gently at first, and then harder until a moan vibrates through her. With her body amply covered in soap, I pull her slowly back through the stream of water, my hands moving to help wash away the bubbles. Releasing her mouth, I watch over her shoulder as one hand trails over her stomach and between her thighs. She shifts her leg, allowing me further access as I cup her, my fingers gently rubbing over her wet entrance. I pinch her nipple as my fingers explore, groaning as her body arches against me.

And then she's twisting away, reaching for the shower gel herself. Her hands run over my chest, her nails gently scratching as she builds up a thick lather. She leans up and nips at my neck as her hands spread across my shoulders and then down my arms and back up again. As her hands drag over my pecs for a second time, she dips down, her mouth finding the top of my abs and I can't help but let out a breathless curse at the prospect of where this is going. My eyes flicker closed and then open as her tongue circles my belly button, causing me to flinch. Her giggle echoes around the cubicle and my head rocks forward to see her press a kiss to my hip bone. Her tongue darts out once again, following one side of the V-like groove down my torso. Her hands are on my stomach now, bubbles sliding over wet skin, drifting further south, just like her mouth. I can see her legs parted beneath her as she bounces on her toes and my mouth goes dry as I catch sight of one hand leaving my stomach, starting to explore her own body instead.

"Fuck..."

Her lips brush against the base of my dick, her tongue darting out to run along the side before she presses a kiss to the tip. My hips jerk forward involuntarily and she giggles again at my lack of control. But I can't help it. Not with the way she twists on the floor, allowing the jet of water to hit my lower body and wash away the bubbles. Another kiss to the tip, another flick of the tongue.

A soft moan.

Looking down, I see her pull back just enough to allow me to see her hand between her own legs. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing heavy as she grips my dick with one hand, slowly pumping as her fingers work her clit.

"Siobhan…" I rasp. "Please..."

I reach down before she can answer and pull her upright, swiftly backing her against the wall again. I clamour for one hand, groaning as it slips from my dick, and then the other, a groan slipping from her throat as I pull her fingers away from her pussy. I press the first hand above her head, but hold the other in mine, my eyes flickering between her fingers and her face, watching her eyes darken as I lean forward and one by one, suck her fingers clean.

"Again," I groan, pushing her hand back down between her legs.

She lets out a soft whimper, her eyes drifting shut as she does I say. Still gripping her other hand against the wall, I press my mouth to her open palm and then blaze a path down to her neck. Her nipples brush against my chest as she arches, my bites and sucks becoming harder as I feel her hand rock back and forth between us.

My dick jerks against her thigh and I let out a raspy moan.

"Please," she whispers against my ear, but I shake my head.

"Not yet."

"But–" Her wrist twists in my grasp.

"Concentrate on you," I manage to get out as her tongue flicks across my ear lobe.

She lets out a soft mewl, but doesn't argue, her body arching as I lower my mouth to her breast. With my free hand, I grope the other at the same time, my teeth scraping along her hard nipple as she gasps and squirms.

"Seth!"

I reach down and grab her hand, pulling it up to my mouth once again. She curses loudly, her body trembling on the brink of orgasm already as I suck her fingers clean once again, slower then before.

"Again," I murmur as I push her hand back down between her thighs. Only this time, I let my own hand slip to my dick and start to tug firmly.

She nuzzles my head with hers. "Look at me."

I straighten, towering over her for a second before my head rocks forward and I press my forehead against hers. Her tongue flicks across her lips, her breath hot and heavy against my chin as I drop a chaste kiss to her forehead before lowering my mouth to hers. Her hand slips from my grasp with ease, reaching between us to cover mine for a second before her fingers brush over my balls. I hiss into her mouth and she hisses back. I tug at her bottom lip, pulling back slowly before releasing it.

"Two can play that game, sweetheart," I grunt as my balls slide over her wet palm.

My fingers slip alongside hers and I watch as she gasps, her head rocking back against the wall. One finger dips inside her and she clenches around it, her own hand squeezing my balls in response. I jerk forward, my own fist flying up and down my length as I pump my finger in and out of her. She's dripping wet, my finger sliding against her with ease as a strangled moan escapes her lips and her body arches with force.

I can feel sweat starting to form on my forehead from the heat of the shower, the heat of our actions. Her hand slips from my balls, gripping my thigh instead as a loud moan rips through her and she gasps for breath. Her pussy tightens around my finger and I pump my own fist harder and faster, desperate to climax with her.

But she's already slumping against the wall, her body shaking uncontrollably, her eyes squeezed shut as her fingers dig into my thigh, her hand tugging mine away from between her legs. She breathes hard and fast, sinking slightly lower on the wall as her legs seem to give way beneath her. My own head rocks forward, my eyes drifting shut as I feel the blood start to rush south.

Soft lips press against the tip of my dick, my hand batted away Siobhan's takes over. It's all I can do to press my fists against the wall as continues to jerk me, her wrist flicking up and down my length as she sucks hard on the tip.

"FUCK!"

My eyes flash open as I empty into her mouth, her eyes heavy with lust as she stares back up at me, her hand slowing as she coaxes me dry. My knees threaten to give way as I help her back up, my mouth eagerly pressing against hers as she giggles.

"See?" she mumbles against my lips. "I started it and I finished it."

And I'm in no mood to argue or deny it. Not with the way her body molds against mine as we ease each other back under the stream of water. And I'm definitely not complaining as, wrapped in thick white towels, she pulls me into a kiss that makes my dick twitch against the soft cotton. And all thoughts of protesting are far from my mind as she pushes me back onto the bed and lets her towel fall to the floor.


A/N: I can firmly say there will be no update next week as I have so much going on, but hopefully the week after. Until then... x