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Chapter 3

It's first night of Raw with Elle tonight. Between house shows and traveling the week has passed in a blur. The four of us have spent every waking minute working out the finer details of the new Shield. Luckily, Creative gave us a lot of free reign, but this created so much more work for us. And all that work has kept us from really enjoying our time with Elle.

I'm in catering killing some time when I notice Paige. Waving her over I thank God that the area is empty this close to the show. "So, has she said anything?"

"Well, I'm doing fine Seth, thanks for asking." I roll my eyes and she continues. "No, she hasn't said anything, not to me at least. You guys have been really busy though, maybe she doesn't have time."

"Good point." I fidget with a free napkin on the table.

"You look like a wreck, give it time. I'm sure she'll come around."

"We're just a little unsure if this is actually going to work."

"Are you kidding me?" The British Diva shakes her head in disapproval. "It's the fantasy of thousands of women to be in a Shield sandwich."

Paige and I have known each other for years. And if she wasn't like my sister I probably would date her. That being said, we're close enough that I felt comfortable letting her in on our plan. In fact it works out perfectly, she's Elle's best friend and totally in support.

"Elle isn't any different, Seth."

"She is."

I feel a shove. "You sound like a love-sick teenager. I know you've had a crush on her forever, but come on."

"Yes, it's hilarious that I care about someone."

She shrugs. "I'm just saying how do you honestly think this is going to work?"

"What do you mean?"

"Not all of you feel the same way about her, do you?" I'm silent as I mull over Paige's words. "Seth…if the three of you aren't on the same page, there's no way this is going to work."

"We have it handled."

"Men."

Before she leaves, I need one last thing. "Can you just ask her about the book or us or anything?"

"Why don't you just give me a note with two little boxes on it? She can just check yes or no."

I leave her laughing at her own joke in catering.

Before I know it a production assistant is knocking on our locker room door. We file out and head towards an elevator. Roman asks wary of the people milling around. "Did you talk to Paige?"

"Yeah."

"Anything?"

"No," I hear both Dean and Roman curse next to me. I find myself repeating the words Paige said earlier. "Give it time. This isn't a sprint."

We start going over last checks while we wait for Elle. In a few minutes later I heard Dean whisper, "Holy fuck."

I look up and my only thought is that this is definitely not PG.

Flanked by security guards, Elle is walking towards us. Her hair is in waves, a little messy though like she was just fooling around in a janitor's closet. My eyes drift lower. A swat vest, similar to ours covers her torso to her waist, accentuating her curves and toned stomach. My mouth waters at the tempting v-neck in the front.

I advert my eyes and focus on her legs, which are practically bare. She has on an indecently short pair of black cargo shorts with black combat boots. I can only imagine how good she looks from behind.

When she gets closer Elle ends us a little wave. "So, how do I look?" She even gives us a little twirl and I see every man in the vicinity eye's wonder. I hold back a groan. "Guys?"

Roman speaks first. "Like a real Shield member."

She smiles, "Thanks, Ro."

"Fucking hot." I slap Dean on the shoulder. "What? It's true, you look great kid."

She laughs and an adorable blush spreads across her cheeks. "I've always admired your honesty."

"See, she appreciates me."

I ignore him as does everyone else as we are escorted to our hiding spot. Through the door I can hear the fans on the other side waiting for us. Usually, we're still talking at this point, enjoying our last minutes before we get into character, but tonight we're quiet. I glance at Elle and can see that she's shaking, so does Dean. We look at each other in confusion. Neither of us knows what to do.

"Babygirl, are you okay?" Roman intervenes grabbing Elle's hands. "Elle, talk to me."

"Nerves," She cracks a forced smile. "Y'all's fangirls are going to tear me apart."

We all know it's probably more than that, but we let it go. "We'll protect you…" Roman winks. "Believe that."

Elle bursts into laughter.

Once she's done, her body is loose, less stressed. "You guys ready?" Dean sticks his fist out and we join him. It takes a second to adjust to the extra fist, but it feels right.

Roman goes out first followed by Dean. The small crowd gets louder and I smile once more at Elle before an assistant ushers her into the crowd.

My stomach drops as I'm pushed into the concourse. There are probably about fifty fans surrounding us, with an aisle to the curtain leading to the actual arena.

For a second everything is quiet as the fans adjust, then I hear some cheers and catcalls.

I mask my surprise and take a confident step forward, falling into character. Roman gives me a little nod, which I return before I drop down to do some stretching.

Seth comes out and smiles at me before he leans on the wall. I watch transfixed as he pours water on his head before flipping it back.

Eventually Dean drops in front of me and does some pushups. I watch, unashamed as he does them, admiring the muscles in his arms. He caches me staring and winks.

I blush and look away as he says something that I can't hear over the noise.

He stands and helps me up from the floor. Still hand in hand I face Dean. His hair is damp, and I make a mental note to ask them what is about the water. What I notice most though are his eyes, their different, there's an edge to them, some sort of spark, it's intoxicating. He cocks his head to the side and leans in to tell me something, "Do I have something on my face, kid?"

Giving him a small shove I saunter over to the curtain where Seth and Roman are waiting.

The Production Assistant nods as our music hits. Instantly I feel the urge to vomit, but I take a deep breath and follow Dean down the stairs.

It's like I blacked out. I can't remember anything after that first step into the arena.

I come to when Roman pulls me into his chest, hard. His arms wrap around me and I instinctively return the embrace. "You were incredible Elle."

There's a primal yell as Dean joins in on the hug. "That was fucking awesome!"

I laugh and enjoy the moment until I realize that I'm cough between two men who are very used to having a woman between them. Of course, there are usually less clothes involved.

Suddenly aware of my mostly bare body pressed against Roman and Dean. Face flushing I can almost imagine what the girl must have felt between these two guys, it's tempting. When I look up I see Roman's dark eyes focused on my cleavage. Time slows as he slowly, deliberately licks his lips. I'm immobile as Dean's hands run teasingly along my hops. Footsteps turn my head and I see Seth emerging.

I jump out of the embrace and go towards Seth, the safer option. I launch myself into his open arms. "You kicked ass."

I smile, feeling comfortable in my friend's arms. "No, we kicked ass."

"You're right," he lets go of me slowly and nods to the guys. "We should go celebrate."

There's some tension between the guys and I wonder what Seth thought about the hug. My mind continues to wonder if Seth knows anything about his friends' extracurricular activities.

Roman's smile puts me at ease. "Of course, I think there's a good place near the hotel."

An hour later the four of us are walking to the bar. It's the middle of October and a little chilly so I opt for skinny jeans and boots. The guys are also dressed pretty casually.

We settle for a booth, a little out of the way while Seth declares that the first round is on him. "To the newest member of the Shield."

"Cheers."

The four of us people watch and do some small talk as the bar starts to fill. It's busy tonight and my foot taps out the beat to actually decent covers. Or maybe the guys are just plying me with alcohol.

At some point a good-looking guy approaches our table. "Hey, I don't mean to intrude, I just wanted to let you know I'm a huge fan."

The guys mutter their thanks, but don't offer anything else. "Do you want a picture with them?"

He perks up at the thought, "Really?"

"They would love to," Roman's hand digging into my thigh tells otherwise, but I roll with it. Climbing over Seth I position myself to take the photo. It takes every ounce of self-control I have to not laugh at the guys' expressions. When I'm done I hand the phone back.

"Thanks," The guy cocks his head to the side. "Oh shit, you're Elle. I can't believe I didn't recognize you. I'm a huge fan."

I smile, very rarely do I get recognized by fans. "Aw, thank you."

"Hey, can I buy you a drink?" It's an innocuous question, yet I hesitate. I don't know why, but his offer feels wrong.

Shaking off that feeling, I reevaluate. He's fairly handsome and doesn't look like a creeper. "Sure." I smile and grab my purse. "Let's head to the bar."

For the short walk to the bar I swear that I feel three pairs of eyes burning through my back.

The three of us watch her leave in silent frustration. None of us have a legitimate claim to her, but that doesn't lessen this feeling. I hate watching her leave with that punk. "Roman, you're about to shatter your glass."

Releasing the glass, I flex my fingers. "Didn't notice."

"We're all pissed, but try not to do anything to the innocent tableware," Seth continues.

"We shouldn't have let her go." I watch fuming as the guy casually drapes his arm around Elle's waist. She makes no move to dislodge it.

"And say what?" Seth interrupts. "Elle, don't leave with that guy, the three of us would like to have sex with you instead?"

"Well I would go with fuck," Dean drawls. "But yeah, why can't we say that?"

"And I'm telling you that won't work. She's not like the ring rats you're so familiar with from the Indies."

"Like you ever complained before," Dean argues.

I roll my eyes; these two are going to drive me crazy. "Seth has a point Dean. We have to…woo her or some shit like that." Seth gets ready to gloat. "But, we have to vocalize this. The girl isn't a mind reader."

"Fine."

"Fine."

The three of us sip our beers in silence as we watch Elle flirt with the guys around her. Apparently the fan was with friends, all of whom are understandably very interested in Elle.

I see the guy whisper something in her ear. Elle's perfect mouth drops open and she blushes. My mind races wondering what suggestion he made to illicit that reaction.

She's thinking about it and I watch breathlessly. Her eyes slide to our booth and I make no movement to hide the fact that I'm watching. We lock eyes. I raise my eyebrow slowly. With satisfaction I watch as she declines whatever offer was made.

Elle makes a move to leave the group as the guy's hand encircles her arm and pulls. "Seth, I think you should-"

"Already on it, brother." Seth with an eerie calm about him strolls over to the group. Elle immediately leans into Seth. I'm happy that she trusts him, but I can't help be envious of their easy interactions.

Soon, Seth extricates both him and Elle from the rowdy group of men. They're on their way back to the booth when the song changes. Elle's entire face lights up and she stops a little unstable in the middle of the bar. She drags Seth to the small dance floor.

I chuckle. "Poor Seth, the man fucking hates to dance."

"Usually I would agree, but dancing with Elle…" Dean trails off to take a sip of his beer. "Her sweet little body rubbing against mine. Seth is a lucky bastard tonight."

He's right of course, and once again I'm pissed that Elle isn't as comfortable with me. "Do you think she's scared of us?"

"Scared? I doubt Elle fears much. Intimidated, I would say. We make her nervous." I let Dean's uncharacteristically sage words settle. "Personally, I think this is going to be much more fun."

I laugh and try to locate our wayward stablemates. They're having an animated conversation at the bar now. Elle is gesturing to a girl a few people away and smiling, while Seth is desperately trying to get her to stop. Seth fails and Elle approaches the girl. She makes introductions and then walks away from the pair, after a slight stumble. "What did she do?"

Dean shrugs with a smile on his face, "I don't know, but Elle is drunk."

The girl in question stumbles back to our booth and leans against the table, with a self-satisfied smile on her face. "Guess what I just did."

I share a quick look with Dean, neither of us have been around Elle when she's drunk. "What?"

"I got Seth laid."

Fuck. That's definitely not part of the plan. "What do you mean?"

"I introduced Seth, to this really cute girl at the bar, as a thank you of course for saving me from those douchebags. Anyways I think they're hitting it off, see?" She turns and points then proceeds to stumble. Immediately Dean reaches out to steady her. "Careful there, doll."

While Dean is steadying Elle I watch Seth, who is indeed chatting up an attractive girl at the bar. What the hell is he doing? We're supposed to be trying to get Elle into bed not strangers. Before I know it Seth is escorting the girl out of the bar. Elle gives a little whoop of accomplishment. "Best wingman ever!"

She then proceeds to rest her head against Dean's shoulder. Dean pats her head lightly. "She's fucking wasted."

"I can still hear you guys," Elle slurs and I bite back laughter.

"Let's get you back to the hotel."

That seems to rouse the little Diva because she sits up. "Wait, I have to set you guys up too! I'm going to prove I can be just one of the guys ya know? So, my question is…" Her shoulders jump with a little hiccup. "Are you guys, you know, tonight?"

"What are you talking about?" I want to hear her say it.

She leans in close to whisper, her breasts just about ready to spill over her top. "Sharing."

"Not tonight," Dean answers before I can.

Elle frowns and it's damn near the cutest thing I've ever seen. "So, I'll find two girls then."

Dean shakes his head, gently tilting Elle's face up to his. "We're not taking anyone home."

"Oh." She frowns again and her eyes flit to me for a second. "Well, why not?"

"The girl we want is unavailable." Her brow crinkles at Dean's cryptic words.

How can we tell her that she's too drunk for anything the two of us want to do and not to mention our third just walked out of the bar with someone else? "Time to go."

"You two are keeping something from me," She crosses her arms and her cleavage pushes up temptingly. We ignore her and I grab her hand to pull her out of the booth. She follows with little protest. "I'm not as drunk as you think I am." With those words she stumbles and almost falls to the ground. "Okay, maybe I'm a little drunk."

I snort and sweep her up into my arms. "I got you, babygirl."

"Roman…"

I ignore her as we finish the walk back to the hotel. We're silent through the lobby and in the elevators. When we finally get to our floor I look down at the Diva in my arms, she's asleep. "What should we do?"

"Does she have a key?"

Dean puts his hands up. "I have no desire to look through her purse, those things are like a blackhole."

"We'll just take her back to our room then." Dean smiles. "Don't get too excited, she's passed the fuck out."

"I know that man, I was thinking about the morning…"

"Let's just focus on getting her out of the hallway before someone notices. We still have to drive tomorrow remember?"

Dean nods and unlocks our hotel room. "I'm fucking pissed at Seth you know."

"Me too." I try to gently put Elle on my bed.

"Whoa, why does she get to sleep in your bed?"

I roll my eyes, "Does it really matter?" Dean just stares at me. "Fine, we'll flip a fucking coin."

It turns out luck isn't on my side tonight and we relocate Elle to Dean's bed. "Should we leave her in those clothes?"

"I don't want to freak her out, just take her shoes off."

As we do this, Elle wakes up slightly. "Hey, guys what's going on?"

"You're going to sleep here tonight, is that alright? We're not going to try anything," She frowns. "What's wrong?"

She shrugs, still half asleep. "That's disappointing."

My breath stops and I look at Dean who is intrigued. He continues. "Why?"

"That you're not going to try anything."

Dean's voice is rough. "You want us to try something love?"

Elle's head rolls back, and I reach around to support it. "I can't stop thinking about you guys and that girl…together like that." When her eyes open they are a darker blue then normal and I have to stop myself from taking advantage. "It's wrong though. We're friends and you guys don't think I'm attractive."

"Elle, that's not-"

"No, no, no, it's fine! I get it, really. I'm not adventurous enough for you guys," She slurs again and then lies down, curling into a pillow. "I just want to sleep now, my head is spinning."

"Okay, babygirl." I kiss her on the forehead on impulse.

Dean doesn't, but he gently maneuvers her under the covers. When she's back asleep Dean looks at me. "I told you she wanted this."

"Don't be an ass Dean."

He laughs lightly, before disappearing into the bathroom. "See you in a few hours man."