A/N: We won't even discuss the extended hiatus…life happened. And it will continue to happen. But I'll try to update when I can, and hopefully you'll stick with this story. I love writing fanfiction, it's a great outlet for me, and I love hearing what you have to say. I take constructive criticism into account and like to hear what you think will happen next.

This chapter is dedicated to wwefanatic91 – Happy belated birthday!

Bianca tapped her fingers against her coffee cup, grateful for the thoughtful gesture from Dean. She had only had two beers with Jess, but combining alcohol and two hot men who made her nervous wasn't the best idea. The dark liquid in her cup would take the edge off. She was seated on a black leather couch in a windowless room backstage, waiting for Dean and Roman to finish up their business before heading out on their…date. That word made her stomach clench. She didn't want to think about what Dean had planned, she was trying out this new thing where she enjoyed the moment and didn't think too far ahead.

She glanced up at the screen where the Rumble was on re-play. It had been a fantastic show. Dean had revealed more of his character's underhanded side, while Roman had looked like a beast and created a new record for the most competitors eliminated by one man. Although she didn't pretend to have any claim on either of them, she was still so proud of their success.

She smiled at the memory of Roman holding her hand as they walked toward the locker room. Her smile grew when she remembered Dean's lecherous invitation to join them in the showers. They were the best of both worlds – each man had their own unique sex appeal, charm and wit. Roman was more sensual, while Dean was forthright about his desires. How had she managed to snag the attention of these two amazing men?

Whatever the answer, she wasn't about to question it. This situation was really working for her.

Jess slammed her hotel room door behind her, not caring about her neighbours. They were probably all out anyway, enjoying a social life. Or too wrapped up in each other to hear anything above the sound of their own moans. That last thought angered her. Why couldn't she be getting fucked nice and good right now? Oh yeah, because of Seth fucking Rollins.

She stood in front of her mirror, hands on her hips, assessing her appearance. She looked good. In fact, she would go so far as to say that she was a babe. She had always taken care of herself and dressed well. Her jeans hugged her ass quite nicely, her shirt showed off a nice amount of cleavage, and she looked like a bit of a badass with her leather jacket. She could, in theory, have her pick of guys. It was just her rotten luck that she happened to want a complete asshole.

Jess had never been one for self-pity, so quickly snapped out of it. Her whole body was buzzing with adrenaline, overhyped by the disappointment of being alone, and the humiliation of being dragged away by security at the arena. Although she had planned on breaking in her magic wand, she knew that she would only take her anger out on her clit…which wouldn't be as nice an experience as it should be.

Letting out a scream packed with frustration, she threw her jacket on the floor and stalked over to her suitcase. Rummaging through it, she yanked out her sports bra and leggings, and quickly shed her jeans and shirt.

She grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and tucked her iPod into her bra, deciding to take the stairs down to the gym as a warm up.

The door swung open abruptly, revealing Roman standing there, a cute smile curving along his lips. "You ready, babygirl?"

The term of endearment, when spoken in that deep rich voice of his, made Bianca shiver. She nodded eagerly and got to her feet, smoothing out her dress.

"You really do look so beautiful," he said appreciatively, pulling her in for a gentle kiss.

Bianca couldn't stop a small, soft noise from escaping when he sucked on her lower lip. Roman smiled against her mouth, giving her one final little kiss. "Now, I do believe we have a date to get to. Dean said to meet him at the back entrance."

Five minutes later, they came upon Dean nervously running his fingers through his hair. He was pacing back and forth, clearly anxious to get going. Bianca was surprised by his choice of outfit. He wore black slacks and a white dress shirt open at the collar. He looked sexy as hell. She never would have guessed that he was such a smart dresser. He had seemed so comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt to that point.

"Woah man, why didn't you give me the heads up? I look damn near scruffy compared to you two," Roman teased, gesturing down at his own black sweater and jeans. It hadn't escaped Bianca's attention how form fitting the sweater was, she could see every bit of definition in his arms and chest through the material. Casual or formal, they both always looked great.

"Isn't this how you're supposed to dress for a date?" Dean asked, his head snapping up when he heard them approach. His baby blues were wide with worry.

Bianca moved toward him, her hand running up his chest, taking her time to enjoy the feel of his hard body. "You look so handsome," she assured him, standing on tiptoe to tell him just how much she liked his appearance with a kiss. "You both look so handsome."

"Good, good," Dean muttered, taking out his phone and checking the time. "Alright, we better get going. Dates usually start on time, yeah?"

"They can go however we want them to," she smiled, linking her fingers through his, while Roman slung a big arm around her shoulder.

Bianca and Roman had declined the blindfolds that Dean offered on the way to their destination. He had been surprised by that. He thought that all dates should be top-secret affairs.

"Here we are," he announced, pulling into the near empty parking lot. He quickly got out of the car and opened the door for Bianca. She smiled and took his hand, surprised to see Dean Ambrose the Gentleman at work.

"Wow, Dean, this place looks amazing," she said, gazing up at the fancy restaurant he had brought them to.

"Uh, yeah, it does," Roman agreed, coughing into his fist. "But…are you sure they're open, man?"

Dean snorted and laughed loudly, "Not open? Of course they're open. They're the finest establishment in the city, Roman. Duhhhh."

"Alright, alright," Roman said, putting his palms up in surrender. "Then let's go eat."

Dean shot him a smug look before taking Bianca's hand and leading them to the front door. He placed his hand on the glass and pushed, frowning when it didn't give way. "That's weird…" He muttered, applying more pressure. Still nothing. "Stupid fuckin' door…" Dean put his shoulder against it, using his entire body weight, but all to no avail. Spotting an employee inside, he rapped on the glass and yelled out his predicament. The man gave him a funny look and pointed to his watch before shrugging and walking away.

"Dean? I think they're closed," Bianca said quietly, sliding an arm around his waist and resting her head on his chest.

"Whaaa…? No, they can't be. This is a fancy place. They have different rules!" He protested, checking the opening hours listed at the entrance. "They gotta be…fuck. They're closed."

His voice was small, his shoulders dropping as he realised his mistake.

"It's okay, the show ended so late, you couldn't have known," Bianca soothed, squeezing him tightly. Dean's expression was crestfallen, his eyes cast downward. "Hey, Dean, it's alright. Seriously."

"Yeah, we can head back to the hotel and order room service," Roman suggested, clapping a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"No," Dean replied with a firm shake of his head. "No. I know I can fix this."

Luckily for everyone else, the hotel gym was deserted. Who worked out after midnight on a Sunday evening, anyway? Jess walked over to the elliptical and did a fast-paced ten minutes. A light sweat broke out over her body, and her heart-rate kicked up a notch. It felt good. But it wasn't near enough.

A base rhythm thrummed its way through her limbs, taking over her mind and leaving her feeling frustrated as fuck. It was a sexual frustration, yes. But also one created by her inability to tell others that no, she was not okay. That their treatment of her was not okay, regardless of the circumstances.

Why had Seth Rollins fucked her in the storage room at work, and then been cute? If he had pulled his pants back up, thanked her for the quickie and then gone on his way, things would have been a lot easier. Why did he have to endear himself to her? The banter that they had shared afterward on their way back to the office had filled her with hope. And hope was a terrible thing when it ultimately ended up being crushed.

That hope had made her check her phone constantly in the days that followed. Open her email at ungodly hours when she couldn't sleep and wonder where he was in the country. That wasn't like her. Jess was a realistic girl. This whole situation had just fucked with her head.

She stalked over to the weights and picked up ones that were at the edge of her limits. She stared at herself in the mirrored wall, channeling her fury into sweat and aching muscles. Her body was burning with the strain. She knew it was stupid to risk injury, but she was beyond caring. Physical discomfort would distract her from silly thoughts about that walking penis, Seth Rollins.

Jess dropped the weights back into place with a gasp, and placed her hands on her thighs in an attempt to catch her breath. Although achy, she still wanted to push through until she could pass out from exhaustion.

Stretching out her neck, she spotted a medicine ball in the corner. Alright, ab work it was then. She eased down so that the small of her back was balancing on the dark green ball, tensing her core muscles. She started out with a few stretches, rooting herself solidly into the ground with her feet.

Alanis Morissette began to sing in her earphones about how you oughta know. The beat and lyrics suited Jess' pissed off mood. Angst was her calling card at that particular moment. The burn now spread to her stomach, perspiration freely flowing off of her body as she worked. It felt good to channel all of this negativity into a physical process. She would definitely feel it in the morning, but at least it would be to her benefit.

Jess took a break and let her body stretch out over the ball, her head hanging down. Alanis continued to sing, and she unconsciously lightly bounced her body to the beat. A pair of sneakered feet walked into the gym, and followed the line of treadmills over to the weights section. Jess couldn't help but roll her eyes. Company. Great. Exactly what she needed.

She made no effort to wipe the annoyed expression from her face, preferring to scowl and hope that her gym buddy took the hint and left. She elongated her body and worked out the tense knots in her back, slowly rotating her hips and moving around gently. And yet the intruder remained. She rolled the ball around in order to get a better look at them.

The black sneakers came back into view, as did the tanned calves and matching black shorts. Her eyes scanned further up the body, taking in the bare abs and chest with approval, her movement suddenly stilling when she realised that it was Seth staring back at her. He was pumping some serious iron, his stupid puppy dog eyes never once leaving her, even through his grimaces of effort.

Seeing him only fueled her frustration and anger. She flipped back upright, ignoring the accompanying rush of blood to the head. Pursing her lips, she chose her next form of torture. There was no way in hell that Seth Rollins was going to run her out of this place too. She'd stay here all night if it suited her. He didn't have dibs over every goddamned place.

Her plan – to ignore him and push him away with her silence – seemed to be on track for the next fifteen minutes as she pounded out her fury on the treadmill, paying no attention to the protestations from her legs. But then she made the fatal error of glancing in the mirror. He was still watching her, his own body coated in sweat, his veins (amongst other things…) bulging now that his adrenaline was on full blast.

Jess tried to ignore him at first, but his unflinching gaze ramped up her rage. How dare he try and smoke her out with a stare? She had just as much right to be here as he did. She ripped out her earbuds, and stabbed at the buttons on the machine, bringing her run to an abrupt halt. Her legs wobbled a little bit as she stepped down, but she wasn't about to reveal any weakness in front of him.

She strode over to his spot, put her hands on her hips and arched an eyebrow at him. He paused mid-curl, emphasising the definition in his biceps. Jess idly wondered how long he could hold that position for…

"Isn't Crossfit going to be upset that you're cheating on it with a hotel gym?" She sneered, her tone frosty.

He said nothing for a moment, continuing to look at her with a blank expression, much to her irritation. He was so calm about this, he wasn't the least bit flustered. Seth carefully replaced the weights back on the rack and untied the string on his shorts.

Jess' eyebrows rose without her realising it. Wh-what was he doing?

He glanced at her from beneath his long eyelashes as he finished fixing himself.

Oh. He was re-tying the string. Nothing more.

"I didn't know you'd be here," he said quietly, putting his hands on his hips and drawing her eye to that very distracting part of him. Again.

"At the gym? Or in Pittsburgh?" She asked sarcastically, not willing to let go of her anger.

"Both…" He looked uncomfortable. Good.

"I guess that's what happens when you cut someone off like they're just a hole to fuck," she spat out, pleased when he grimaced at her words.

"That's not true. Don't say that. You're not just a…hole to fuck."

"That's how you made me feel," she said, staring him down. "I'm a pretty chill chick, and maybe you confused that with something else, but you do not get to make me feel like shit. If you just wanted a quick fuck, you didn't have to be cute afterward. Didn't have to nod when Dean and Roman mentioned us all getting together. No one forced you to agree to those things."

"I know…" He swallowed awkwardly. "And I meant them at the time. Please, I know you're angry. Just let me explain."

She was in no mood to listen to a stream of hastily constructed excuses. Jess knew why he hadn't called – he simply wasn't interested. That hurt more than she would care to admit, but she held more of the power now that she knew the score.

"Nah, save your breath, " she replied breezily, dismissing him entirely. "Now, I have a workout to get back to. And I'm sure you have another wet hole waiting for you in your room."

Feeling triumphant that she got the last word, Jess turned and began to stride back over to the treadmills. Before she could reach them, she felt his hand wrap around her upper arm, forcing her to face him.

"What?"

"We need to talk," he stated firmly, determination suddenly flaring up in his eyes.

"I don't want to talk to you, Seth Rollins," she replied coldly. "Your chance to talk has come and gone. In case you didn't catch that – you could have talked to me any time last month. Or even earlier this month. You made your choice, the least you can do is live with it like a man."

Seth's mouth settled into a firm line. "I want to talk now. I need to explain where my head was at."

Jess snorted, "Sorry, not interested. Maybe you should go talk to whatever silly girl is waiting on you. I'm sure she'd appreciate some dirty talk."

He blew out an exasperated breath, shaking her shoulder gently in an attempt to get her to listen. "Stop saying that shit, there isn't anyone waiting on me."

"Ohhhhh." Understanding dawned in her eyes. "Dean and Roman told you that I was lonely and likely to be a sure thing? That seeing them with Bianca got me all pathetic and fired up that need to be touched? Even just for a night? That'd be a sweet deal, right? You could fuck, come and then be on your way…again."

"Jess!" He yelled out her name in frustration, grabbing her by the shoulders and yanking her in to his body.

"Get away from me!" Her reaction was immediate, jerking about as she attempted to break his hold and push away from him.

Seth stared at her, a maelstrom of emotions evident in his eyes. "No, Jess! I'm not letting go until we talk this out. Will you just stay still? Jess, stop!"

In the next breath, they were kissing. Mouths crashing together, tongues moving roughly against one another, limbs tangled up tightly. Seth had a fistful of her hair in one hand, the other possessively cupping her ass, pulling her tightly against him.

Jess moaned loudly, her mind and body sending conflicting messages as to her next move. It was stupid to kiss this asshole again – look what happened last time. More importantly, look at how he had treated her after last time. But, other parts of her wanted more and didn't care about the consequences.

It had been almost two months since she had gotten laid. And she was a red-blooded woman with needs. There were only so many ways that she could satisfy herself. A final fuck would be a great way to get her much needed release and send Rollins on his way.

Thoughts drained from her mind when she felt Seth urgently tugging on her leggings. She reached down to help him, never breaking their kiss, clumsily kicking off the tight material. His palms found her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, his fingers creeping under to play with her pussy.

Fuck.

Their standoff had made her wet. There was no denying it. She could feel him rubbing her wetness all over her folds, teasing her, apparently intent on driving her to madness. Well, two could play at that game.

Jess shoved her hand down his shorts, finding him hard, pre-cum oozing from the tip. She swiped her thumb over the head, spreading it as she did so, biting down on his bottom lip when she felt his abs seize up. Good. She was getting to him.

She wrenched her lips away from his mouth, and stood up on tiptoe so that she could whisper against his ear, "Fuck me right now, Rollins. And make it count."

He pushed two fingers inside of her on the last word, shocking her and earning a moan for his efforts.

Despite his actions, his face betrayed some hesitation. "Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes, I'm sure I want this," she groaned, moving her hips against his hand. "Unless you can't give me what I need…"

His fingers sank deeper inside of her, his eyes lighting up. "I can give you what you need, don't you worry," he promised, still working her, his lips catching hers and giving her a brutal kiss.

It was exactly what she wanted. Needed.

Her hips rocked against him, finding a fast, intense pace that brought her to the edge quicker than she had expected. Her gasp broke their kiss, her hands tightly gripping his shoulders. Seth immediately slowed down, two fingers still inside of her, his thumb gently moving over her clit.

Jess' eyes were glassy, her mind and body so highly strung, eager to find some relief and let go of all of that tension.

"Take your shorts off and lie down on your back," she ordered, determined to get what she wanted.

Seth quickly obliged her, stretching out his beautiful body, emphasising the perfectly defined lines. Jess was about to settle herself on his hips when reality smacked her in the face. "Wait. Shit. I don't have protection."

He reached over to his shorts and plucked a condom out of a pocket, avoiding her narrowed eyes as he rolled it on. It was a stinging reminder that Seth was ready to go, anytime, anywhere…with anyone. Jess decided to ignore that and focus on the hard dick that was waiting for her, ready for her use.

She knew that it was stupid to pretend that this was anything more than a quick fuck, but she couldn't resist leaning down and slowly kissing him a few more times. Seth tasted so good, and felt even better. Her hands lightly wandered over his biceps as they kissed, before she pulled away abruptly.

Seth's eyes fluttered open, frowning in confusion as he looked up at her. "What are you doing?"

"What I want," she shrugged, turning around so that she was in reverse cowgirl. His protests died on his lips when she took hold of him and guided him inside of her, a slow, torturous slide until they were fully joined. They both groaned at the feeling, Jess' head hanging down while she reacquainted herself with such fullness. This position was for the best. This way, she couldn't watch his face, or get caught up in his eyes.

She opened her own eyes and pushed away any sentimentality that the moment might bring. This was about fucking. Seth's body was made for it. It was time for her to enjoy him one last time.

Planting her hands behind her on his chest, she began to move on him quickly, not intending to prolong her need any longer. She had already waited over a month to be with him again. And how stupid that was. Now that she understood their dynamic, she could enjoy it and take off afterward.

"You feel so good, Jess," Seth breathed, his hands on her hips helping her to bounce up and down.

"Mmmhmm," she pushed out, trying to ignore his words. Him. Everything except her impending orgasm.

Somehow, she managed to focus solely on her own pleasure. Her body was drowning in sensations, clutching at the hair on his chest, her thighs working hard to get her over the edge, fighting them as they started to shake.

Seth continued to murmur words of praise, his hands caressing wherever he could reach, eventually finding a nipple and plucking at it. That touch was the catalyst for her orgasm, which hit her hard, leaving her gasping and trembling on top of him. Honestly, she wasn't even thinking about getting him off but his hips jutting upwards sharply told her that he had finished.

It was tempting to collapse on top of him and cuddle. Her instinctive reaction was to seek comfort and more skin-on-skin contact from him. But logic made her stand up on shaky legs and pull her clothes back on. They had been lucky that no one had wandered in, but that luck was likely to run out soon.

"Jess…?" Seth's voice was an octave deeper, filled with grit.

"Yeah?" She asked, pulling on her leggings and refusing to glance down at him.

"That was…amazing."

"Yep," she agreed, fixing her ponytail and picking up her discarded water bottle.

"So, uh, I still think we should talk…"

That surprised her. He wanted to talk? Now?

"…No, we're not going to talk. But that was nice, Rollins. Thanks for the fuck. See you around."

With that, she sauntered out of the gym, leaving Seth lying naked on the floor.

A/N: I felt like I had to get this chapter out, just to kickstart my muses again. What did you think? Reviews are encouraged and welcome.