Sheamus was in his home gym, working out, that following Sunday afternoon.
He had been spending a lot of time in the gym, either while out on the road or at home, trying to burn off his excess energy.
And anger.
And loneliness.
He was still pissed over the fact that Kimber was with that gobshite. And he truly wondered who in charge had decided that would have been a good idea.
He paused, his eyes beginning to constrict. He wouldn't have put it past Mr. McMahon to have set it up. His own little measure of revenge against the pair of them after he was basically forced to give Kimber her job back at The Royal Rumble.
He realized he had to be more careful with who he feuded with, at least until Kimber's show ended. Who knew who McMahon would put her with next.
That new realization brought about another bout of angry and helped to fuel his extra reps on the weight machine.
He finished up the series and rose, his breathing a little heavier and a burning in his arms that felt good. He stalked over to another machine, snatching up the towel that was draped across it. He swiped it over his sweaty face, all the while willing his temper into check.
"Hey, handsome. Is this a private gym or can anyone join?"
The towel dropped, instantly forgotten, as he spun around. A huge grin broke out over his face as he spied his girlfriend standing in the doorway. Her smile appeared just a large and suddenly she was launching herself across the room and towards his waiting arms.
He immediately caught her up, holding her tightly to his chest as his lips crashed against hers in a kiss that was both filled with love and desperation. Her lips parted for his, her tongue coming out to caress his own. She hummed with pleasure and he answered her with a deep rumble in his chest.
Soon they were forced to pull back and the reporter teased with a giggle, "Ew, you're all sweaty."
"Ah don' care." the wrestler stated as he buried his face in her neck.
She smelled so good and felt so good in his arms. Jaysus, he had missed her! These stints where he was without her for days at a time were sorely testing his patience and sanity.
"I love you." she whispered in his ear, causing him to smile and squeeze her a little bit tightly.
"Love you." he stated as he pressed another kiss to her lips before sitting her down.
He looked her over carefully, concern touching his blue eyes, "Are you all right?"
"I am." Kimber told him, smiling as she added, "Wade was surprisingly. . .not that bad. Even a bit of a gentleman, dare I say."
She paused, thoughtful, "Well, for the most part."
"He better have been." Sheamus grumbled as he reached out and stroked her cheek, "Ah'm just glad yer home."
"Me, too." Kimber sighed, closing her eyes with contentment.
She eventually opened them, pulling back a little, "I'll just let you finish up your workout while I go unpack."
"It's finished." the Irishman guaranteed, "Ah was just goin' up to get a shower, meself, when you came home."
Her hand found his as she offered him a sweet smile, "So I take it you can walk me to our room, Mr. O'Shaunessy?"
"Ah think Ah could handle that." he told her with a charming wink.
Hand-in-hand, they made their way out to the foyer where Sheamus collected her bags before the pair went up to their bedroom.
While the Celtic Warrior went to take a shower, Kimber opened her suitcases and began to remove her clothes. The reporter gave pause, a wicked light in her eyes. She rose and began to make her way to the bathroom, her clothes coming off and trialing behind her on the floor.
She reached the shower and paused, fighting not to laugh. Sheamus had his back to her, scrubbing his hair under one of the nozzles. And he was singing:
"She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that Ah ever seen
She had the sightless eyes tellin' me no lies
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
Takin' more than her share
Had me fightin' for air
She told me to come but Ah was already there
Cause the walls start shakin'
The earth was quakin'
Me mind was achin'
And we were makin' it
And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long."
Well it was pretty clear what was on his mind. Kimber began to smile slyly. She figured she should help with that.
Sheamus continued to sing as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. He had just finished when he felt arms come around his waist and a very familiar pair of breasts press against his back.
He suddenly looked up, a sinister grin forming on his lips. He glanced over his shoulder down at her and pretended to be insulted.
"What's the big idea, comin' in here to take a peek at me milky white man breasts." he chastised even as his hands took hold of hers to keep her to him.
"I could always leave if you preferred." Kimber offered with a hint of a smile as she started to pull away.
He released her, but only so that he could turn around and grab hold of her face, pulling her up on tiptoe so that he could ravage her mouth. Her arms instinctually clutched at his shoulders as he backed her up against the far wall. She was up it in seconds, her legs locking around his waist. She could feel his growing erection brush her thigh and she started to shiver in anticipation.
His lips blazed a trial from hers to her neck. There he latched onto the skin, nipping at it before caressing it with his tongue. While he did that his hand stroked her hip before he brushed his knuckles across her smooth stomach on his way to the curls at the juncture of her thighs.
His fingers, ever seeking, parted her folds to find the hidden bundle of nerves. He began to stroke it, Kimber's breathing starting to speed up. She fingers clutched at his broad shoulders as she felt the pressure in her center beginning to build.
"Sheamus, Sheamus." she breathed his name over and over again like a prayer.
"Ah'm here." he muttered before nipping at her earlobe. He returned to her lips, tongue mimicking the actions of his fingers as two of the digits entered her and began to pump in and out.
Kimber gasped, her head falling back against the tiles. Whimpers rose up from her throat and she found her hips moving in perfect rhythm with his actions. Higher and higher she climbed. So close. So very close. . .
He sped up, his thumb working over her clit to bring her to her release.
"Sheamus. Sheamus!" she cried out as she fell over the edge, her body racked with spasms.
He continued to pump in and out of her, drawling out her orgasm. Only when her shaking finally subsided did he remove his fingers. He held her tightly to him, kissing her thoroughly.
Unable to wait any longer he entered her, filling her completely. Kimber gasped, thighs tightening around his hips. The Irishman let out a groan, forehead pressed against the tile beside her head. She felt so good, so tight and warm around him. It didn't matter how many times he entered her, it always felt so right.
Kimber nuzzled his shoulder, content at having been joined with him again. She would never get over how much he made her feel so satisfied. How it was like they had always been meant to be together.
He pulled back, staring intently at her. She returned his gaze, the green depths filled with love and devotion.
"Ah missed you." he told her as he gazed lovingly down at her.
She smiled tenderly at that, her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek as she murmured, "I missed you, too. I'm so happy to be home."
He couldn't keep still any longer and he began to move within her. Long, deep strokes that had her soon clinging to him. He gripped her behind, holding her tightly to him that so when he moved against her he was stroking her sensitive nub.
His thrusts sped up as he felt himself drawing nearer. It wouldn't be long now, he knew, what with having been without her for five days.
"Kember." he groaned as he continued to pump in and out of her, "Come for me, angel. Now."
Just the sound of his voice, so guttural and filled with passion, was enough to send her over the edge. She found herself shattering once more, shudders rocking her body. As her inner muscles milked him and the wrestler soon joined her. He practically growled out his release, holding her tightly as they leaned back against the tiled wall. He continued to pump into her a few more times, filling her with his seed.
They eventually finished showering and found themselves in bed, Kimber curled against his side. His hand was absently stroking through her brown waves and down her back, eyes hazy in thought.
Kimber looked up at him, pressing a kiss against his jaw before smiling, "Come back to me, O'Shaunessy."
He blinked, coming out of his thoughts. He smiled at her as he pulled her tighter against his side, "Sorry. Ah guess Ah was somewhere else for while there."
"Want to talk about it?" the reporter asked as she laid her elbow on his chest, chin in her hand.
"It's nothin'." the Irishman tried to tell her, "Ah'm just glad yer not stuck wit' Barrett anymore."
"He wasn't too terrible." Kimber told him, adding with a smile, "Besides, I had Siobhan with me and she pretty much kept him in line."
Sheamus paused, looking at her closely, "Siobhan was there, too."
Uh oh. Kimber swallowed and gave him a hopeful smile, "Yeah, you'd be proud of her. She didn't let him get away with anything. I mean, she was like a little pitbull."
The wrestler relaxed considerably, "That sounds like my little sis."
Kimber's head returned to his chest. She kissed the space over his heart before hugging him tightly, "I just want you to win at the Elimination Chamber so we can put all of this behind us."
He did, too. The sooner he could plant his boot into the Brit's gob and earn his win, the better he'd feel.
Something clicked in his mind and he asked almost hesitantly, "So who are you spendin' next week wit'?"
Kimber looked up at him and began to grin, "AJ. Girl's week. She's very excited. She swears she'll turn me into a comic book geek girl by the end of the week."
"Good." the Irishman breathed a small sigh of relief.
The reporter nodded, "I'm really happy about it because that means I'll get to spend more time with you. I'm sure AJ'll want to spend most of her time with John. I swear, those two have been inspirable lately."
His look was heated as he muttered, "Ah can understand the feelin'."
The reporter giggled as he took hold of her, pulling her up his body until they were flush together.
"Did I ever tell you just how much I enjoy your welcome home parties?" she was practically purring.
"Ah think Ah'm startin' to pick up on that, yeah." Sheamus looked almost boyish but Kimber wasn't fooled for a second.
Especially when his arms tightened deliciously tight around her and his lips met hers in a fiery kiss.
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Kimber wrapped her arms around her stomach, laughing uproariously as she watched AJ Lee duck walk around the room.
Even Joel was cracking up, his camera shaking.
The Diva finally stopped, falling in a heap on the floor in a fit of giggles.
"All right," the cameraman said as he lowered his camera and wiped at his eyes, "How about we take ten."
"Sounds. . .good. . .to me." Kimber sighed, breathless.
He gave the ladies a nod and left AJ's locker room, leaving the two women alone.
Kimber continued to giggle occasionally as she walked over to a nearby table and picked up her bottle of water.
"So how are things going with you and John?" the reporter inquired as the Diva finally rose to her feet.
AJ gave her a look, "Is this Kimber 'the reporter' asking or Kimber 'my friend'?"
"Kimber 'the woman who hopes you don't put her in the Black Widow'." the reporter stated with a wry smile.
AJ smirked at that, nodding, "Things are good. Great, even."
She got a dreamy look in her eyes as she added, "John is. . .he's not like any guy I've ever dated before. He's nothing like Daniel, thank God. Or Punk. Or Kane."
She paused, frowning, "Of course, nobody is like Kane."
The Diva began to blush as she ducked her head, "He just makes me feel special, you know?"
"You are special." Kimber told her as she reached out and placed her hand on her arm.
She was going to say more but stopped as her stomach started to lurch.
Not again!
Suddenly she was bolting into the restroom. Seconds later AJ could hear the sounds of retching from the other room. The Diva's nose began to wrinkle and she quickly jumped into action, grabbing the bottle of water for the reporter.
She waited until the sounds ceased before she cautiously made her way into the room. There she found Kimber leaning over the sink, cupping water into her mouth before spitting it back out.
"I, uh, guess you don't need this." AJ halfheartedly lifted the bottle.
Kimber straightened, catching her eye in the mirror. She gave her a grateful smile and took the offered bottle anyway.
"I'm sorry." the reporter quickly apologized and AJ waved it off instantly.
"Don't worry about it." the Diva told her, adding hesitantly, "Are you all right?"
"Yeah." Kimber nodded, though the wheels in her mind began to turn.
She was starting to think some scary thoughts. None of them good and all of them ones that she'd rather not consider.
"I think I'm just getting the flu." she stated with a weak laugh as she turned to face the Diva.
AJ regarded her thoughtfully, eyes narrowed slightly.
She suddenly cracked a smile and joked, "Or maybe you're pregnant."
She watched in fascination as Kimber's usually tan face instantly paled and her green eyes widened. The reporter was typically one cool customer; always in control and level headed. So to see her look like a deer in headlights was actually pretty interesting.
Pregnant. The word sent a shiver down Kimber's spine.
"No." she quickly dismissed it with a firm shake of her head, "I mean, I haven't even missed a period. Which doesn't necessary mean anything, I know, but isn't that more of a reason to believe that I'm not?
"Besides we always use protection." she finished.
"Always?" AJ inquired.
Kimber started to say 'yes' when she stopped. Their first time, in Ireland. They hadn't used anything then. Could she really be. . .?
Well there was nothing left to do but take a test and find out.
Now all she needed to do was work up the courage to do so.
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Sheamus stood in the middle of the ring, eyes narrowed as they locked in on Barrett while he made his way down to ringside.
Tuesday had rolled around and with it came SmackDown. Booker T had decided to put Sheamus and William Regal in a tag match vs. Wade Barrett and Big Show. A final confrontation until their match at Elimination Chamber that upcoming Sunday.
Sheamus didn't care so long as it gave him a chance to throw hands with the arrogant Brit. He was just itching to bury his fist in the muppet's big nose or thin lips.
The match had began, but with William Regal vs. Barrett. Sheamus had stood on the outside and watched on, just itching to get in there.
Barrett had managed to overpower the veteran, keeping him isolated for the majority of the match. Occasionally he and Big Show would tag in and out but William was never able to get into a position where he could tag the Irishman.
It was hard for the Celtic Warrior to stand there, watching his good friend and mentor systematically be taken apart.
It was doubly hard when Barrett would catch his eyes and offer a smirk or snide comment. During those moments the redheaded man's temper would get the better of him and he would go charging into the ring, only to be held back by the ref while Wade and Big Show double teamed Regal.
Then, in the middle of it all, William managed to get in some defense on Barrett. He managed to knock the younger man down, but at the cause of wearing himself out.
Both men laid in the center of the ring, each trying with all they had to roll to their corners and tag.
"Come on, William!" Sheamus bellowed, hand outstretched, "Come on, fella! Ah'm right here!"
He quickly moved to the steel steps, stomping his foot on the top one again and again to try and rouse his mentor.
He once again reached out, limb shaking as he tried in vain to get the tag. William crawled towards him, face filled with strain and weariness. Close. So close.
Suddenly Barrett managed to tag Big Show. At that same time, William jumped up and hit Sheamus' hand.
Running on fury and adrenaline, the Irishman entered the ring and charged at Big Show, bellowing. He herded the other man into a corner, driving his shoulder into the larger man's gut.
He then followed it up with bouncing off the ropes and nailing him with a thigh to the stomach.
The Celtic Warrior tried for an ax handle but quickly ducked under Show when he went to level him. He came back and quickly delivered it, knocking the larger man to the canvas as the fans erupted into cheers.
The Irishman hurried to the ropes, climbing up to the top. The fans' cheering increased as he dove off the rope and planted his shoulder into Show's chest, once again knocking him down.
Sheamus looked out at the crowd, beating his chest before throwing his arms out. He went to the corner, gripping at the ropes as he continued to ride his high.
He began to pound his chest, chanting "Brogue! Brogue! Brogue!"
The fans joined in, the entire arena on it's collective feet.
He started to take off for the larger man when he noticed Barrett slip into the ring and go for him. Sheamus knocked him between the ropes and out onto the floor but that moment of taking his eyes off of Show coast him. The World's Largest Athlete speared him, practically knocking the Irishman out on his feet.
Sheamus felt the pain shoot through his body as he struggled to get air back into his lungs. On instinct he rolled over towards his corner and Regal slapped him on the shoulder to tag himself back in.
As Big Show got to his knees Regal was on him, plying him with blows to the face and chest. Show shoved him away, but the older British man wouldn't be deterred. He came back with a knee to Show's chin, his momentum taking him to the ropes.
Unfortunately that wasn't enough to put the larger man away. And as William came back Show planted the WMD right in his face, knocking him out on the spot.
Regal hit the mat with a 'thud' and Big Show went for the pin. One! Two! Three!
The bell rang, signaling that the match was over and Big Show's music began to play throughout the arena.
Sheamus, who had been out on the floor, struggling to come back from that spear, looked up in alarm. His breathing was heavy, arm wrapped around his middle, as his concerned eyes locked in on Regal's still form.
Barrett and Big Show stood triumphant in the center of the ring, arms raised in victory. Soon the two men stepped out of the ring and made their way back up the ramp.
While they did that Sheamus managed to get back into the ring and knelt beside his fallen friend. Regal's eyes were still glassy but they were open and he was beginning to move, a good sign overall.
"Oi, Sheamus! Sheamus, you tosser!" came Barrett's condescending voice.
The redheaded man turned his narrowed gaze back up to the ramp, watching as Barrett smirked at him.
"That's just a taste of what I'm going to do to you at the Elimination Chamber this Sunday." he stated, grinning, "First you lost this tag match. Next you lose the World Heavyweight Championship. Because let's face it, that title deserves to be around the waist of a winner. Not some ginger coward like you."
Sheamus struggled to his feet, teeth clenched and he snarled, "Ah'm right here, Barrett! Come on down and face me right now! Come on, Ah'm right here!"
"See you this Sunday." Barrett added with his trademark smirk, "Coward."
And with that the British man turned and left behind the curtain.
Everything inside Sheamus was just itching for him to go after the other man. But he held off on it as Regal began to sit up. He knew that his place was there with his friend, no matter how much he wanted to kick the gobshite's arse.
"Did we win?" Regal asked Sheamus with a snort.
"Oh yeah, Willy." Sheamus cast his eyes to the ceiling, "We kicked their arses."
He helped the older man stand and eventually the pair made their way towards the back. As William went to get checked out by Doc Sheamus stormed off towards his locker room.
Barrett's words were still ringing in his ears, causing his temper set to well past boiling.
He was actually glad Kimber wasn't around; his girlfriend still spending her week with AJ. With the kind of mood he was in, he didn't want her seeing him like this.
He made his way into his locker room, slamming the door behind him. He began to pace the length of the room, hands clutching at his red spikes. His eyes were tightly shut, teeth grit as he struggled to get a handle on his rage.
"First you lost this tag match. Next you lose the World Heavyweight Championship. Because let's face it, that title deserves to be around the waist of a winner. Not some ginger coward like you."
"Coward. Coward. Coward."
The Irishman's eyes opened, the blue depths wide and wild. He couldn't contain his fury any longer. With bellows of rage he began to tear the locker room apart. . .
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I'm not sure if I'm going to continue on with this story. I just don't think people are that interested in it. :(
For those of you who have read it and/or left reviews, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I greatly appreciate every read and review I've received. You have my sincerest, most heartfelt thanks and my deepest apologizes.