A/N: Thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, favourited and followed this story. It was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but things have snowballed since then. People seemed interested in continuing this story, so here we go.

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"...and so, even though it's a new year, we're still getting those sex calls," Jess sighed as she handed a glass of red to Bianca, and flopped down on the couch with her own.

They had spent all weekend moving into their new apartment, decorating to their tastes and organising for their needs. It was now Monday evening, and they were sprawled out in their living room, relaxing with Old School Raw after a long day at work.

Bianca's eyes were glued to the screen, chewing her bottom lip as she stared.

"Bianca? Hello?" Jess threw a cushion at her when she didn't receive a response.

"What? Oh, crap!" The plush missile whacked her on the arm, jostling her and almost causing the contents of her glass to spill on to their new white rug. "What? Sorry, I spaced out."

Jess glanced at the TV, a knowing smile crossing her lips when she saw who was commanding Bianca's attention. "Your being distracted wouldn't have anything to do with a certain messy-haired cutie in a hoodie, would it?"

Bianca groaned and buried her face in the pillow. "That fucking hoodie! It's just a hoodie. How does he make it look so damn good?"

"Ambrose is doing some fierce product placement tonight," Jess agreed. "I bet they'll be all sold out by the time the show is over. Look at him, talking smack to his elders like a little high school punk."

Bianca laughed, "I know, I love it! I bet he got into so much trouble in class."

"You'll have to ask him the next time you see him."

Bianca smiled coyly, thinking back to the endless stream of texts that she had exchanged with Dean and Roman since their…thing a few weeks ago. There had also been plenty of late-night phone calls as they drove from one city to the next, and demanded that she provide conversation to kill the never-ending stretch of highway before them.

"The next time I get Ambrose near my alley, I plan on doing just that," Bianca smirked, earning a high five from Jess. "Ooh, did you see that tongue action from Seth?"

Jess looked over in time to see him smirking at the back and forth between Dean and Rowdy Roddy Piper, seemingly bemused. He looked great. "Um, nope, missed it."

"Have you heard anything from him yet?"

Jess circled the rim of her glass with a finger, still staring at the TV. "No. He's busy. I get it."

Bianca bit back her response. Now wasn't the time to point out that the guys all worked an insane schedule, and yet Seth's stablemates had managed to make time for her every day. She didn't want to make Jess feel bad about the whole situation. Personally, she would have liked to strangle Seth for not sending even a measly text, but Jess obviously didn't want to discuss it right now.

"Oh nooooo Piper, you do not want to agitate Ambrose," Jess warned, wincing at the legend getting all up in Dean's face and dissing his mic skills. "Aaaaand the peacemaker swoops in to save the day."

Seth stepped forward and delivered his lines, still looking like the beautiful boy that Jess remembered from the stock room. Except that he was a bit…wetter this time.

"Did Piper just pinch Roman's cheek?" Bianca asked, laughing when she saw the unimpressed look on the Samoan's face. "Who would ever have the nerve to do that?"

"Add it to your 'to do' list, babe," Jess smiled. "But you should aim for another cheek…"

The intense grey eyes onscreen made Bianca shiver. She remembered those eyes watching her as he ate her out. The memories that those two had left her with had given her incredible spank bank material. She couldn't help but wonder if she would get to experience them again…and if so, when?

"Roman breaking an ass in half - now there's a mental picture for you," Jess teased, bringing Bianca out of her daydream.

"You're such a pervert," Bianca said, shaking her head. Jess' dirty laugh in response only confirmed the statement.

They continued to trade barbs until the Main Event, when Roman picked up a win over CM Punk, much to Bianca's delight.

"Dean helped him win, awww," she sighed, picking up her phone and tapping out a quick text to them.

"Uh oh, looks like it's Triple Powerbomb time," Jess said, putting her glass down and snuggling deeper into her fleece blanket. "Did you just ask them to Double Powerbomb you again?"

"Girl, I wish. We haven't discussed hooking up again or anything like that. It's just been some good conversation and a little flirting. It's fun."

Jess smiled to herself. Bianca was obviously very happy, and she herself was delighted for her friend. Bianca was a gem, she deserved this. Yeah, it would have been nice if Seth had sent her a text, or even a Snapchat, but it wasn't the end of the world. Just a little bruise to her ego that would disappear with time.

"Oh shit!" Bianca gasped, pointing at the screen. "I would not want to be Dean right now."

They watched in amazement as Jake the Snake Roberts picked up his yellow sack, and sauntered to the middle of the ring where Dean lay unconscious on his back. They did a simultaneous shudder/laugh when Damien dropped down on to Dean's face and made him squirm.

"That fucker is smiling!" Jess crowed, the grin (whether it was from joy or fear) obvious on his face. "Did Damien just shit himself all over Dean?"

Bianca collapsed into giggles at her roommate's commentary, feeling both proud and sympathetic to Dean's plight.

"Seth and Roman are just leaving him there…I might expect that from Seth, but not Roman!"

Bianca didn't miss the dig at Rollins, but kept quiet about it. "I'm going to have so much fun texting them tonight, nothing but snake puns." She picked up her phone and started typing out some examples. "Did they pay you extra to let another guy put his snake on your face? Or did you consider it a perk of the job and volunteer?"

"I bet he handles his own snake multiple times a day," Jess muttered dryly.

After cleaning up their snacks and putting on the dishwasher, the two sprawled back out on the couch and discussed their day. The ding of a text arriving interrupted their idle chatter.

"Oh no, you've got that stupid look on your face," Jess said, eyeing Bianca suspiciously. "Okay, let me guess. It's…Roman."

"We spend waaaay too much time together if you can guess that just from my facial expression," Bianca replied, frowning. "And yes, it's him. He wanted to know if…oh."

"Oh…"

"Um, it's nothing."

"Bianca. Spit it out. Ha, bet he didn't say that!"

Despite the joke, Bianca's face remained stoic. "He invited me to the Royal Rumble in a few weeks. He pointed out that we'll be in Pittsburgh for that nutritional convention, and that they'll need to re-stock on Onnit products. He wants me to bring them some stock, and stay for the show."

"Cool. Go for it."

"He has a ticket for you too. Do you want to come with?"

Jess stayed silent for a moment, playing with the rings on her fingers. "Tell him I appreciate it, but I'll probably be swamped that week. Sleep will be at a premium."

"Your decision doesn't have anything to do with Se-"

"No. Like I said, I'll probably be tired."

"Jess, will you pleeeease come with me? It'll be fun, and if you're not there, I'm going to be a mess and embarrass the hell out of myself."

"You'll be fine. Give yourself more credit, babe."

Bianca hopped over to Jess' side of the couch and wrapped her arms around her waist, holding her tightly. "Pleeeeeease come to the Rumble. I need you. And you could do with some fun."

Jess glanced down to see Bianca's big brown eyes looking up at her pleadingly.

"You know I can't resist big brown puppy dog eyes!" She sighed. "That's what got me into this mess in the first place."

Bianca said nothing, and merely continued to utilise those puppy dog eyes.

"Fiiiine. But you're buying me a Shield shirt."

"Introducing the second participant, representing the Shield, weighing two hundred seventeen pounds – Seth Rollins!"

Jess looked up into the stands, spotting the familiar two-toned head as it moved through the crowd. Seth effortlessly ninja-rolled over the barricade, strutting around like he owned the place. Fuck, that cockiness was a turn on. When a man had the skills to back it up, of course, which this man most certainly did.

She moved her camera around in her hands, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically awkward. It had been over a month since she and Rollins had fucked in the stock room, she hadn't heard anything from him in that month, and now he would likely spot her during his match. She didn't want him to think that she was some desperate groupie who couldn't take a hint. They had a good time, just a once off thing, and both could now move on with their lives like grown ass adults. She was here to provide moral support, and enjoy the show in the process. That was it.

Luckily, he was so engrossed in CM Punk that he didn't even glance over in her direction. Roman had kept his promise and snagged them amazing seats at ringside, with their backs to the camera because Bianca was shy about being seen on TV. Dean and Roman had thought that was adorable. Jess, on the other hand, would have liked the opportunity to test the efficacy of the WWE's censors by whipping up her shirt and flashing her tits. Sadly, it was not meant to be. Bianca had made her swear an oath of sisterhood that she wouldn't do it. Lame.

Wanting to forget all of the stupid thoughts running through her head, she picked up her super jumbo slushee and started slurping noisily. She couldn't keep her eyes off of Seth, he was a master in the ring, he looked completely at ease. He belonged there. That was pretty cool, that he had found his calling in life. Jess wasn't entirely sure that hawking nutritional supplements was her calling, but she enjoyed it for the most part. Her co-workers were good sorts, and she got to interact with a lot of interesting types on a daily basis. She was a people person, so that worked out well for her.

"You're nervous."

Jess cut her eyes over at Bianca, who was watching her with a look of concern in her own big brown ones.

"Nope," Jess replied, shaking her head and turning her attention back to the ring.

"It's okay to admit it, you know," Bianca continued. "He seemed like a great guy, and from what you've said, you liked being with him. It's not like you to be uncomfortable. We don't have to meet the guys afterwards. We can go back to the hotel for a nightcap."

"No," Jess said firmly. "You're going to go hang out with Dean and Roman, and then they're going to take you back to their room, or rooms, I don't know, and they're going to give you the fucking of your life. I won't be a fourth wheel, and will happily go for that nightcap on my own. Besides, I've got a new vibrator that I want to try out. I can't believe that I've never given the Hitachi a shot. It's like, a standard addition to every girl's nightstand."

Bianca's eyes widened in surprise, scandalised that Jess was discussing sex toys while they were surrounded by families.

"Jess! The kids!"

"Oh whatever, they already know all of this stuff anyway, they've all got iPhones," Jess said, rolling her eyes and taking an extra long gulp of the frozen blue goodness. She replaced the cup on the floor and switched her camera on, aiming it at the two men in the ring.

"What are you doing now?"

"Taking ass shots," Jess replied breezily, zooming in extra close on Seth's booty. The black material of his cargo pants revealed the perfect curve beautifully.

"But…you've already seen it…naked," Bianca whispered covertly, leaning closer to her friend.

"Yeah, but I didn't have my phone ready at the time, so this is the next best thing." Jess remained focused on the screen as snap after snap of Seth's butt appeared.

"Why don't you come say hey to him after the show?" Bianca suggested. "I bet he has a good reason for not contacting you. They're busy guys."

Jess tore her eyes away from the screen to give Bianca a sceptical look. "Dean and Roman texted you the same day. And look, it's cool. I'm enough of a realist to know that a guy who can get any girl that he wants, usually does. We had some fun, and believe me, it was fun, but it was just for the day. I'm not cut up over it. You could have a lot more fun with Dean and Roman, and you owe it to womankind to go for it."

Bianca couldn't hide her smile. She didn't dare let herself think ahead to what the night had in store for her. It would be careless to get her hopes up…but she was excited, to say the least. It wasn't her style to throw that excitement in her friend's face though, and it tore her up inside to see Jess acting so nonchalantly. It had to hurt, even just a little bit. However, Jess' expression told her to drop the subject, which she promptly did.

As much as she tried to portray an air of indifference to the whole thing, Jess couldn't help but whoop when Punk got a few chest slaps in on Seth…and a kick to the face. Punk indicated early on that it was time for Seth to Go To Sleep, causing Bianca to gasp.

"No! He can't go out so soon, this is their big night to shine!"

Jess had to smile, "It's okay. I'm sure tonight will be very memorable for all three of them."

As Punk approached, Seth delivered a roundhouse kick to the face, and Punk stumbled backwards…before delivering a similar kick himself.

"See?" Jess said, settling back in her seat. "He's going one on one with a top guy, and they're evenly matched. He'll be fine."

As Damien Sandow's music hit, Jess chose that moment to grab her bag and stand up. "Too much slushee, nature calls. I need something harder anyway, what do you want to drink?"

"Mmm, I'll take something fruity," Bianca said.

"So…whiskey. Got it," Jess winked, ruffling Bianca's hair on her way out.

"Party in a cup, aw yeah!" Jess declared when she returned, bearing two large red paper cups.

"I thought you were getting alcohol?" Bianca said, accepting the cup and straw that was offered to her.

"Yeah, I did," Jess confirmed. "But first, I bought more slushees, then dumped them and threw the hooch in these bad boys. I know that you're concerned about the kids here, so they'll just think you're having a great time all hyped up on slush."

Bianca laughed, toasting Jess. "I like it. You seem more like yourself. What happened? And what took you so long?"

"Got chatting to some guys in line," Jess shrugged, taking a deep gulp. "I think it was their first time talking to an actual woman, they kept staring at my tits, it was cute. I gave them my business card and told them all about Onnit, that the Shield swear by our products. Cha-ching. I'm a regular Martha Stewart, always making bank!"

"How many of these have you had? The old Jess is definitely back. And I'm glad to see it."

"Eh, like just one or two? I'm cool. What did I miss?"

"Seth's still in the mix, he's doing so good," Bianca gushed, smiling at the man in the ring.

"Awesome."

Bianca raised an eyebrow at her friend, who was staring into her cup, enthusiastically sucking up the contents through her straw.

"Yeah…it is. Dean and Roman haven't appeared yet, but it seems like they got good numbers if that promo earlier was anything to go by."

"I think they should say 'fuck this,' hand over their numbers to some other guys in the back, and give you a good seeing to instead," Jess announced, waving her hand around grandly.

The woman seated next to them shot her a dirty look, placed her hands over her son's ears and quickly ushered him away.

Bianca snorted loudly, clapping a hand to her mouth. "You sure you just had two? Try and keep it in your pants, Jess!"

"Nope. The second I get back to the hotel, I shall be pantsless. Like I said, I have a magic wand to try out and I need it. Badly. I haven't been dicked since…" She trailed off, catching herself before she said Seth's name.

Before Bianca could say anything, the Shield's music hit again, the crowd instantly perking up as they craned their necks. Who was next? And where would he enter from?

Dean swaggered out as number eleven, running in from the back…but not before he did a little wiggle dance. Jess had to admit that it was adorable, and Bianca practically swooned at the sight of him.

"What a hot bastard," Bianca murmured, her eyes wide as Dean proceeded to kick ass.

Jess gave her a high five, "That is the appropriate reaction! And just think – he's allll yours tonight."

Bianca fanned herself, "I won't last the length of this match if you keep saying stuff like that."

"Hop over the barrier, drag him from the ring and then climb him like a tree," Jess suggested helpfully, slurping up more of her drink.

"Sweet baby Jesus – did you see that missile dropkick from Dolph? Dean sold that like a god," Bianca breathed, pride evident on her face. "I might save the climbing for later, he has a lot to show off before we get to that point."

It wasn't long before the Shield's music boomed through the arena again. Roman appeared from behind the screen at the top of the ramp, running toward the ring, determination written all over his face.

"Oooh, this is gonna be gooood!" Jess yelled, raising her cup in a salute to the men.

Jess felt her stomach sink as they stood with a security guard at the entrance to the backstage area. She really didn't want to be there right now. The sooner Dean and Roman arrived, the sooner she could make her excuses and head back to the hotel. Bianca was noticeably nervous, tugging at her black leather jacket and rolling her fingers through her long black curls.

"You look like sex," Jess assured her, smoothing away the frown lines between Bianca's eyebrows with her thumb.

Bianca smiled, "Thanks, babe. I honestly never expected to see them again, and considering what I did the last time I saw them, well, it might be a little weird."

"Nah," Jess said, dismissing Bianca's worries with a firm shake of her head. "They're so into you, it was obvious from the very first second. You need to get it…them…in. They didn't have to contact you, but they did. Enjoy the attention of two gorgeous men, if anyone deserves it – it's you."

Bianca pulled her into a hug, kissing her on the temple. "You're the best roomie-BFF that a girl could ask for. If he can't see how amazing you are, then Seth Rollins is a complete jackass."

"Amen," a deep voice echoed from behind them, making both women jump.

Bianca looked over her shoulder, her cheeks suddenly aglow when she saw Dean and Roman standing there, still wearing their ring gear. They looked so intimidating in all black, covered in sweat, with their veins bulging from all of the excess adrenaline in their systems. Pheromones were practically dripping off of them. Jess didn't miss the instant flare of heat that lit up Bianca's eyes at the sight of the men.

It was Dean who had spoken. His dark blonde hair was beginning to dry out after the match, with random tufts sticking up at odd angles. He was watching Bianca with a devilish grin on his face, his eyes raking over her body, taking in her jacket, crème dress and heels with approval.

"He still hasn't called? Not even a text?" Roman asked Jess, pulling her into a hug.

Jess was grateful for the comfort, but taken aback by it too. She glanced over at Bianca, who was snuggled up in Dean's arms.

"You told him?"

"Us," Dean corrected. "She told us. But don't give her shit about it – we're very persuasive men. And Rollins is a douchenozzle for not contacting you."

"That he is," Roman agreed, gently pushing Jess over to Dean for a hug, and taking Bianca in exchange. "Look, we'll head back to the locker room and ask him what his deal is."

"No, no, no!" Jess insisted. "You really don't have to do that. What you do need to do is show my girl here a good time. Look, she got all dressed up for you two. Doesn't she look beautiful?"

The men took their time eyeing up Bianca, nodding their heads and making deep male noises of appreciation in the back of their throats.

Bianca blushed fiercely, unable to hide her grin. Damnit, would they ever cease to have that effect on her? She managed to snap out of it a second later, catching Jess by the elbow and pulling her close.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay? I bet they'd kick his ass for you if you just said the word."

"Oh, I know that, but I'd rather do it myself," Jess winked, giving Bianca a hug. "Now, off you go with your sweaty men. I expect a full report in the morning. And don't worry about work – I'll cover for you at the stand until you get there."

"You're an angel," Bianca breathed, squeezing tightly. "Okay, send me a text when you make it back to the hotel. Be safe."

"Will do," Jess promised as she started to back away. "Bye kids, don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"That leaves very little out," Bianca smirked.

"Exactly," Jess said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. With one final wave, she turned and began to make her way down the corridor.

Bianca watched Jess leave, frowning at the front that her friend was putting on. Jess was never the type to let others know when she was bummed out, she preferred to be the life and soul of the party, so quick-witted and always with an interesting story to tell. She didn't realise that she didn't need to be that person all of the time, that it was okay to express her frustrations and emotions.

"Hey, pretty girl, don't frown," Roman said gently, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up to his. "She'll be okay, she's resilient. We'll take care of Seth when we see him. Does that sound good?"

It couldn't hurt for Rollins to be called out for his bullshit, even if Jess had specifically stated that she didn't want them to. But, if Jess really wasn't going to see him again, then what would be the harm?

Bianca nodded, impressed with the display of loyalty from Roman. He could have just backed his brother and not intervened, but the fact that he was willing to make things a little uncomfortable amongst his friends, for the sake of her friend, meant a lot.

"Just make sure he knows what he lost out on," she said, running her fingers up the front of his vest.

"Oh trust us, we will," Dean said confidently, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her neck.

"Now, do I need to play mediator between you two tonight?" She asked, raising her eyebrows at them. "Things have been awfully tense between you two for weeks, and there was the whole 'spear' incident last month."

"Nah, we're good," Dean reassured her, his hands outlining her hips through the material of her dress. "Big man here was just practicing the spear so that he'd be ready for you."

Bianca's mouth dropped open, "I should expect to be speared in the future…?" Her tone indicated that she wasn't displeased by the thought.

"Oh, you have no idea, babygirl," Roman murmured. "But first, we have other plans."

"Such as…?"

"We're gonna treat you like a lady and take you out on a date," Dean announced. "A real fancy one."

Bianca looked back at him, "Oh? Where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise," Dean said smugly, his dimples on show. "C'mon, we'll grab a quick shower and get going."

Bianca and Roman moved to follow him as he walked off, moving his arms about in a dance as he swayed his hips. They laughed at Dean's unusual movements, shaking their heads.

"Do you know about this surprise?" She asked, a warm feeling coursing through her body when he grabbed her hand and linked his fingers through hers.

"I don't. He wants it to be a surprise for both of us. Just be warned – Ambrose hasn't dated much. Not official dates, anyway. So, his idea of 'normal' might not be what you expect."

"That's what makes it fun," she said with a wink. "Who knows what tonight holds in store for us?"

Bianca had looked so cute with Dean and Roman. So happy. Jess was mulling over the events of the last few minutes as she opened up her bag and retrieved her cup, chugging down the last dregs of her beer. Spotting a trashcan by the wall, she paused and raised the cup over her head, flicking it up in the air. It spun around the rim of the can before falling inside.

"She shoots, she scores," she muttered to herself. "Just not with men, apparently."

Now that the others weren't around, she was tempted to engage in a pity party for one.

But no.

Seth Rollins certainly wouldn't be drowning in self-pity tonight. As a matter of fact, he was probably drowning in pussy instead. It was only fair that she gave her own some much needed TLC that evening.

Deciding to hurry back and do just that, she picked up her pace and looked about for an exit sign. She was so engrossed in her task that she almost didn't notice a black clad figure making its way toward her from the opposite end of the hallway.

Seth.

She was grateful that she had the presence of mind to maintain her stride and not falter when her eyes locked on his. He was shocked to see her there - that much was obvious from his expression. His mouth was open in a little O, his lovely brown eyes wide with surprise as they neared one another.

Fuck. Please don't let this be too awkward.

Seth stopped short about five feet from her, running his tongue over his lips and apparently preparing to speak.

Jess slowed down as he did that, trying her hardest not to wince. She didn't want this. He hadn't called, that was okay. She hadn't expected him to…well, she had hoped that he would, but hadn't expected him to. She didn't want to look desperate in this situation, she was only here to support Bianca and was now interested in making a hasty exist.

"Ma'am! Please step away from Mr. Rollins. Can I see your clearance to be backstage?"

A gruff voice barking at her snapped her attention away from Seth. A large man with a shaved head and mean eyes stomped up behind Seth, a walkie-talkie and a gun strapped to the waistband of his pants.

"Ma'am! Your credentials. Now."

His tone was so unforgiving that she didn't dare mess with him. Or his gun.

"Um, I don't have any. I was just here with a friend, but I'm leaving now, I swear."

"Don't swear at me, little Miss Remember the Alamo. And suuuure you were here with a friend, I bet you were. Now that he's finished with you, I will escort you off the premises."

Although she had consumed her fair share of beer that evening, she wasn't drunk enough to smart-mouth this man. She actually felt quite intimidated by his size and attitude, and insulted by his insinuations and mocking of her accent.

She held her hands up in a sign of surrender and skirted around Seth carefully, avoiding eye contact with him. This was so humiliating, much worse than if she had thrown herself at him and demanded answers for why he had gone MIA.

"Don't worry, I won't touch him," she said, trying to tamp down on the tears that were stinging behind her eyeballs.

"I think it's more likely that he won't touch you," the guard chuckled, grabbing her upper arm in a tight grip and marching her down the corridor.

And damnit, if that truth didn't hurt the most of all.

A/N: Seth lived up to his heel turn in this one :(

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