Roman's POV

''So, what's the big move Seth? Because to me, it seems like you're running out of time.'' I lean back in my chair and watch as Seth continues to get more and more frustrated. ''And?"

My partner brushes his hair back before glancing towards the dance floor, ''Don't worry about me Ro, I always have a plan.'' He takes a sip of his drink. ''What about you?"

''I'm not worried.'' And it's the truth, after Elle and I's little game I'm feeling more and more confident about this whole situation. If Dean does try to take her back to the room, I'm betting she'll ask why I'm not there. Bless her, she knows something is going on between us and she wants to fix it. She's still under the impression that Dean and I always share. So, she's not going to do anything that she thinks will screw things up between the group more so than already. Not that I'm going to tell Seth any of this, the schemer deserves to squirm a little.

Seth checks his watch again, bouncing his knee so hard that I the table starts to move. ''Dude, stop. Will you relax?"

''How can I relax when I know Dean Ambrose is out there seducing my girl?"

I look at him suspiciously, ''Your girl? What sort of feelings do you have for Elle?"

Uncomfortably, Seth shifts looking anywhere but at me. I cough. ''Fine. I think I could- I mean I might…''

''Spit it out!''

''I might love her.''

His confession doesn't truly surprise me. I've figured there was something more between Seth and Elle for a while now. I'm more shocked that he actually said it aloud. Elle and Seth have been friends long before Dean and I were in the picture. It makes sense there might be some extra feelings there. ''Why did you want to share her with us in the first place then?"

He shrugs, ''Well we always spend so much time lusting after the same girls in bars, in movies whatever and yeah sharing a girl for the night is great, but I thought maybe a long-term solution was the best. You guys agreed with me, in the beginning.''

''So when you said long-term sharing, you meant a true honest-to-God four way relationship?"

''Yeah.''

I nod, well now the last few weeks make more sense. ''What happens if Dean doesn't want that, doesn't love her, like that?" I pause staring my partner straight in the eye. ''What if I don't love her?"

Seth doesn't immediately respond, but I can almost see he gears turning inside his head. When Seth looks at me again, his eyes are hard, determined. ''It's shitty of you to lie me Roman, but don't lie to yourself.'' Abruptly, Seth stands and leaves the table.

''Seth, wait!'' I get up to chase after him when Dean comes back to our table, without Elle. ''Where's Elle?"

''She had to piss,'' He quickly pops a pretzel into his mouth. ''Where's Debbie-Downer?"

''Seth?" He nods and I scan the crowded bar. ''He just left, but I'm not sure where he went. How was dancing?"

''Good, great actually,'' There's this weird look in Dean's eyes and this smirk that he's been wearing since he returned from the dance floor. ''I have to ask you something though.''

''Yeah?" I'm only half listening, trying to scan the area for Seth or Elle.

''Elle is coming back to the hotel with me,'' My attention snaps back to Dean. ''But she wants you too.''

I smirk, if Dean and Seth spent half as much time as I do just listening this all would be much easier. ''Really?"

''Yep.'' He doesn't sound too happy about that.

''So she'll only go home with you, if we both fuck her.''

Dean's starting to get antsy, ''Yeah, I think so. She said something about not wanting to cause a bigger rift between us then there already is or whatever.''

God, it's tough always being right. Obviously, all that I want to do is take Elle up on her offer. To finally have her sweet body underneath my hands, and with Dean working her too…I shift, my pants uncomfortably tight. I think about what Dean said and I think about what Seth said. Maybe I should make Dean suffer a little. ''No.''

''Great, so when she gets- wait, what?"

I lean back in my chair, ''I'm not really feeling it tonight. Sorry brother.''

''You're not feeling it?" Dean steps closer to me. ''You've been lusting after Elle for months and now that you have the opportunity you're saying no?"

''I'm saying, not right now.''

He rolls his eyes, ''Is there a time that fits better with your schedule?"

I shrug, ''How do you feel about Elle?"

''I think I just told you how I feel about Elle,'' Dean plops down in a seat, defeated.

''No, you told me you want to fuck her, which is totally fine, but that's not how you feel about her.''

Dean squints at me, ''Why are you being so touchy feely tonight?'' He gestures to the club, ''Should we move to the couches to continue this counseling session, Dr. Reigns?"

I almost laugh at his sarcastic tone. ''Dean, just tell me what you think about her, it's not a big deal.'' I take a sip of my drink. ''Unless, you think it's a big deal.''

My best friend looks at me hard, trying to decide if I'm being straight with him no doubt. I notice that, thankfully his eyes are clear. He's sober or at least mostly. He opens his mouth to speak and then closes it tightly, shaking his head. ''Nope, nope, nope! You're not going to trick me into making some declaration tonight okay, I'm not that drunk.''

"I can wait, and if you think Elle will wait, then it's not a problem.'' I lean back in my chair confident that Dean is too impatient to wait.

''Look, I'm not going to tell you I love Elle, you know that.'' Dean rests on his forearms. ''And I know that there's no way in hell you love her either. Falling head over heels this fast, isn't your style. So don't preach at me big man. And you should drop whatever lovey dovey fantasy you had involving her and us. That's not and never will be what this is.''

I couldn't look at Dean while he went off on his tirade, and when he's finished I look up. And my heart drops to my stomach. Behind Dean is standing Elle. Could it be more cliché? Immediately, I stand. ''Elle, babygirl, how was dancing?"

Dean sits up from the table a look of horror on his face. He turns, ''Elle!''

When Dean reaches out to touch her she shuffles back, ''I think I should go back to the hotel, alone.''

''But Elle…''

She holds up her hand, ''Please Dean, just stop. I'm already embarrassed enough.''

I stand now, and move closer, ''Do you want me to take you back?"

''Please both of you, stop. I don't need the pity.'' She reaches over my lap for her purse. ''I'll see you for the House Show on Saturday. Tell Seth I said goodbye.''

And she leaves without another word, or wave or a smile. I grab my phone and quickly dial, Dean hits my shoulder. ''What are you doing?"

''Shut up,'' I can't hear in the crowded bar.

''I'm going after her, we're in a city for fuck's sake.'' Dean strides out of the club as my phone picks up.

''Seth? Yeah, we need you.''

Elle's POV

I'm packing my bag in the hotel, preferring not to wait until tomorrow to get the hell out of town. I sigh, and push back more stupid tears. It's not like I've been turned down before, or experienced unrequited affections, but tonight was different. Hearing it up close that Dean would never love me and apparently Roman wouldn't either fucking hurt. And I let myself think, stupidly that they wanted me. Apparently all the flirtations, all the heated glances, that stupid questions game were all just pointless. It didn't mean anything. They should have been upfront about it and just said they weren't interested. Because now, now I just feel like shit.

There's a knock on the door. I yell, ''Go away!''

They knock again, ''Elle, open up, it's Seth!''

I cock my head to the side and slowly approach the door. Through the peephole I see it really is just Seth. Still though, I'm not in the mood. ''Go away.''

There's silence and then, ''I'm driving home tonight, and figured you might want to tag along.''

''You're driving?" Seth like all of us lives in Florida near the training center, which is a pretty far drive from here. Usually, we just fly once we've finished working Monday and Tuesday. ''All the way to Florida?"

''Yeah, beats being here, right?"

I lean against the door, debating on the sincerity of Seth's offer. Most likely Dean and Roman told Seth what happened. So there are two possible scenarios, one he's doing damage control for the Shield or he actually wants to make sure I'm okay. Actually, there's a good chance he's pissed at his stablemates for fucking up the team dynamic.

''Elle, please open the door.''

The desperation and sincerity in his voice convince me to open the door. He's standing on the other side with his suitcase packed. And I notice he's in a loose pair of sweatpants and sweater, a change from what he wore at the bar. "Hey.''

''Hey,'' He does that sad smile thing and then opens his arms. ''Come here.''

I do. I fall into the familiar comfort of his strong arms. He squeezes hard, like just his pure force will make me feel better. I smile a little, ''So you know then.''

''That our stablemates our fucking assholes? Yes I do know.''

''Great.'' We hug for a little longer, and I rest my head against him. ''You're too jacked to be a good pillow.''

I can't help but laugh at his exaggerated frown. Seth walks farther into my hotel room. ''Almost packed?"

''Yes, I'm ready to go.'' I zip up my bag rather forcefully. Seth raises his eyebrows, ''What?"

''Are you sure you want to go?"

''I don't want to stay here.''

''Fair enough,'' Seth grabs my suitcase while I grab my duffle bag. ''Let's get going.''

In silence we walk to the rental car. It dawns on me that Dean and Roman won't have a way of leaving in the morning, but I can't find the energy to care. We're driving for about thirty minutes in the dark, empty highways before Seth decides to talk, ''So, do you want to-''

''Not right now,'' I cut him off. ''Sorry, I didn't mean to snap.''

''Totally fine.''

I stare out the window, trying desperately not to think about what happened early tonight and how it made me feel. Eventually I fall asleep.

''Elle, Elle, wake up,'' I blink slowly and I realize that Seth is nudging my shoulder. ''Hey morning, I figured we should stop. I found a decent hotel with an open room. I can get one for you too.''

His words slowly permeate my sleep-riddled brain. ''Uh no, we can share not a big deal. What time is it?"

''About 7 in the morning,'' Seth sighs. ''This is going to fuck with our sleep schedule.''

''Sorry.''

Seth smiles slightly, ''Don't worry about it, I wanted to get away too.''

So I guess Seth is pissed at Dean and Roman too. We check into the room though. It's small and sparsely decorated, but it will be fine for a few hours of sleep. I head to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. There's a knock on the door, ''Elle?"

''Yeah?"

''Uh, Dean's calling.''

I open the door and grab my cell, before immediately ignoring the call. ''I really don't want to talk to him.''

Seth's hand encircles my wrist and pulls me to the bed, ''Elle, come on talk to me.'' I stare at the rather unfortunate comforter. His hand slowly tilts my chin up, ''What happened?"

Immediately, I feel safer by staring into his eyes. He wants to help me. I shrug though, aiming for nonchalance. ''Nothing.''

''Elle…'' Seth admonishes.

''Really, I just overheard Dean telling Roman that he doesn't love me or ever will, really not a big deal. I mean I'm not one of those girls who assume that everyone wants to love them, but I did kind of assume that both of them were at least interested in fucking me, right? Like I wasn't crazy there. You saw it, hell everyone saw it.''

Seth's hand lands on my shoulder, ''Whoa, slow down. What did Roman say?"

I take a deep breath, ''Well I told Dean, when he asked me to go back to the hotel with him that I wanted both of them.'' I feel my face flush hot. ''But they were arguing about it and well clearly Roman wasn't interested.'' Pausing, I can almost feel the rejection like it happened again. ''Neither of them are interested in me.''

My friend looks like at me like he's just killed my dog and he pulls me into his chest. Immediately, I lose it. Every tear I had resisted earlier started coming out and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Seth's hand runs through my hair. ''Please stop. They're not worth it.''

''What did I do wrong?" I sob into Seth's chest. ''Why don't they want me?"

''You didn't do anything.'' Seth tugs on my hairs gently. I look up into his eyes . ''Our teammates our idiots, any guy would be lucky to have you and I mean really, deeply, truly have you.''

I blink. ''Really.''

''Really.''

There's something else in his eyes, beyond sympathy. His words carry more weight than a friend comforting another. I'm not sure what it is, but it's pulling me in, making me aware of every movement Seth makes.

His eyes scan my face, before drifting lower, ''If I was in their position, I would…''

''You would what?" My words come out breathy and chopped.

''Elle, I shouldn't…'' His thumb runs slowly across my cheek. I close my eyes gently, anticipating. What, I'm not entirely sure. I can feel him move closer. When I open my eyes, we're only centimeters apart. ''But I want too.''

''Please.'' I need this, I need to feel wanted. And Seth definitely wants me. We're both breathing hard. And I wonder why I've never wanted this before. Seth and I are friends, good friends, but he's also hot as hell. At this point, I know that I want this. This is going to be perfect. So I close the distance between us. My lips meet his tentatively. He doesn't reciprocate, so I pull back. Before I can get far, Seth's hand in my hair tightens, pulling my head back to his.

Our kiss is anything but timid now. Seth's lips move desperately against mine. I respond, with enthusiasm. Eventually, we break apart, but stay close. ''Elle…''

I don't let him finish his thought; instead I scoot farther up the bed towards the headboard. Staring into Seth's eyes I slowly pull off the long sleeved shirt I threw on to sleep in. I'm done being the girl who waits around, I'm going after what I want and I want is Seth, preferably naked. ''Yes, Seth?"

In his eyes I can see him debating, but it's over quickly. He groans, taking in my mostly bare body. And then slowly I watch as he stands, my heart drops a fraction and then jumps as Seth removes his shirt. He never wrestles bare-chested and I always thought it was a damn shame. Today, I know it is. I can't help but admire the hard planes and chiseled edges of his chest and his arms. As I look lower I feel the desire begin to pulse through my veins. His lower stomach is decorated with a thin line of dark hair that disappears under the waist line of his pants. Between that trail and the v-lines my attention is firmly focused his lower half.

''Elle,'' my eyes snap back up to his. He stands looking at me like his next meal, with a smirk on his face. He knows exactly what I was staring at, and he doesn't care one bit. Seth kneels back on the bed and crawls toward me. He looks me straight in the eye, ''I'm going to fuck you, sweetheart.''

My eyes slide close, appreciating all the images that come to mind with those words. When I open them again Seth is straddling my legs, barely touching me. I respond, breathlessly, ''Thank God.''

He smiles at that, and it warms my heart. This is still my friend, my incredibly hot friend who I'm about to have sex with, but still my friend.

Seth's hands cradle my face as we kiss again. I can feel the heat of his chest above me and I badly want contact. My hands end up on his shoulders, but they don't stare there long. I run them along his back. His skin is smooth, taught, and already has a thin sheen of sweat. I need to feel more, need to touch more. Slowly, I move my hands farther down settling around his hips. My hand slips, and I brush his hardness. I hear his quick intake of breath. We pause, staring at one another. I wonder if he wants to stop.

Determinedly he moves my hands away, before settling his on my hips; I lie against the bed dejectedly.

He shakes his head, ''Patience Elle.''

I pout, ''Never been good about that.''

Seth's hands run to my back, goosebumps left in his wake. ''Me either.'' Easily he undoes the clasp on my bra, tossing the flimsy thing to the side. His gaze on my body is so intense; I feel the urge to cover myself. But I don't have the opportunity. Seth's large hands encircle my breasts, weighing them cupping them, worshiping them. ''Beautiful.''

He leans down tracing his tongue along my stomach, I inhale sharply as he moves higher. Finally, taking one breast into his mouth. I arch my back as he licks and nips, deliciously teasing and biting my skin. Eventually he moves on moving up my collar bone to my chin kissing the corner of my mouth before biting my earlobe. ''You're perfect, Elle.''

''Right back at you, stud'' Suppressing the urge to wink I bring his mouth back to mine. This kiss is rough, desperate, ready and needing more.

His tongue slips into my mouth and tangles with mine. Seth's hands run down my body in scorching pathways. Deftly, his hand slips under my leggings, and I gasp as his fingers waste little time. One plunges deep into me and I arch my back. ''You're wet, Elle.'' He adds another, ''So fucking wet for me.'' Enraptured, I watch as he removes his fingers, and slowly sucks it into his mouth. ''And sweet.''

I can't find the words, so I simply slide his sweatpants and boxers down. My stomach coils as I reveal his cock. His breathing is labored as I stroke the head gently, flicking my finger over the tip. After a few more strokes, I can see the tension in his body. I lick my lips, starting to slide down. His hand stills me, ''No, I need you.''

With that he rips my leggings and thong, muttering a half-apology. I couldn't care less at this point. Everywhere Seth looks or touches seems to ignite. Seth sends me a half-lidded look, fill of pure desire as he slides into me. I groan, my eyes rolling back as Seth fills every inch of me.

He pauses, his hands anchored to my waist before ever so slowly moving in and out. The friction is delicious and with each thrust forwards my grip tightens on his shoulders. ''Fuck that's so good.'' He thrusts faster, setting an exhausting pace. I hold on tight enjoying every erotic minute of it.

With one powerful thrust he hits that perfect spot inside of me. I moan and Seth loses his rhythm, instead pushing in and out at a frantic pace. Our lips meet in a sloppy, desperate kiss. I bite his lip, he gasps, thrusting in harder for good measure.

I can feel myself reaching that peak when Seth stops, and flips us. In a gruff voice Seth orders, ''Ride me, Elle.''

Slowly, I move, relishing the control and Seth lets me for a moment. He places open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone and breasts, admiring the view as I grind slowly up and down on his hard cock. He brushes a stray piece of hair away from my face. ''You're beautiful babe.''

I smile and reward him, moving faster up and down. His head rolls back as his hands settle on my hips controlling the rhythm. His fingers drift toward where we're connected and I watch, hopelessly turned on as Seth rolls my clit between his fingers. I gasp, losing the rhythm and Seth smiles. He does it again and I start to see stars. ''Seth, I'm going to come.''

''Come on baby,'' he rubs me faster, all while pulling me down on his hard member. ''Come for me.''

With one last deep push, I feel my body tighten and then loosen in one awe-inspiring rush. ''Fuck, Seth!''

Every part of me hums as Seth finishes with two quick thrusts. I collapse onto his chest, breathing hard. He strokes my hair, soothingly. We lie there catching our breaths, relishing in the past few minutes. I stretch, feeling wonderfully loose, and tingly.

Beside me Seth lets out a deep breath and then crushes me back into his side. ''Elle, that was, that was fucking perfect.'' I laugh and he kisses me on the forehead.

''Yeah, it kind of was.''

I move, off of him with every intention of utilizing the other bed, but his hand flies out, ''Where are you going?"

''I was going to sleep in the other bed…''

He shakes his head and pulls open the covers, ''Get over here.''

Sleeping next to a naked Seth Rollins? Don't mind if I do. I slide under the covers as Seth wraps his arm around me. I fall asleep just like that.

A/N: Well...hope everyone liked it!

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