A/N: It has been so long, but this semester has been interesting to say the least. Thank you to all who have reviewed, messaged, followed...it really does help. Hope y'all enjoy the chapter, I always appreciate reviews ;)

Chapter 8

Seth's POV

Slowly, I wake up, taking inventory of my surroundings. First thing I notice is the tight, round ass nestled against my groin. I smirk remembering the events of a few hours ago, the way that Elle responded to me, sighed against my lips and clenched against me. Groaning I pull her a little closer, wanting nothing more than to have another round. My hands tease along her rib cage, exploring the smooth skin I barely touched last night. Before I can accomplish much more there is a knock on the door. Quickly, I slide out of bed, not wanting, what I assume to be housekeeping to wake Elle. I snatch a towel on the way to the door, sneaking one last glance at the gorgeous woman sleeping in the bed. When I open the door, I'm smiling. ''We'll just take some clean-''

''Where is she?" It's not housekeeping on the other side of the door, it's Roman and Dean. The bigger man repeats himself. My teammates look like shit and I can only think it serves them right.

I don't answer, instead stepping out into the hallway, allowing the door to close against the night lock to prop open. ''She's sleeping.''

Neither of them like my answer, and I can only wonder if they're going to guess what went on between the two of us. ''We want to talk to her.'' I raise my eyebrow at Dean, and he coughs. ''We-uh..I want to apologize.''

I shrug, ''I don't think she wants to talk to you guys.''

Dean makes a movement forward but Roman reaches out a hand to stop him. ''Maybe you should go ask her.''

I merely lean against the doorframe, ''As far as I'm concerned she ran away from you guys. I offered her a shoulder to cry on and she took me up on my offer.''

''Bullshit.''

Our voices are gradually getting louder as Dean and Roman become more and more exasperated with my non-answers. Roman's eyes take in my attire, or lack thereof. ''Did you just offer her a shoulder to cry on or was it a little more than that?"

Before I have the chance to answer the door opens behind me. Elle emerges wearing my sweatshirt from last night. She swims in it, but it teasingly ends on her upper thighs. I can't help but appreciate her long bare legs. ''What the hell is going on here?"

Dean takes a step forward, ''Why don't you tell us, sweetheart?"

She doesn't back down, ''I wanted to get away from you two assholes and Seth obliged.''

''He obviously did more than 'oblige','' Dean snorts.

I interject, ''Maybe you should leave.''

Roman shakes his head, ''No man, we need to get on the road. They want us at the performance center.''

''I thought our next call was Saturday, at the house show.''

''Change of plans, I suppose.''

Well shit, all I wanted to do was take Elle back to bed and spend another two maybe three hours lost in her. I glance down at Elle, but Dean and her are having a staring contest. ''I guess we don't have a choice.''

''No, you don't. Get in the car.''

''We have a car.'' Elle speaks up again.

Something strange comes across Roman's face but he just nods. ''Great. See you in Florida.'' With that they turn and leave. Roman stalks away, but Dean looks back one last time, even I can see the hunger for Elle in his eyes from here.

We walk back into the room.

Elle slides on a new pair of leggings in silence before stripping out of my sweatshirt. ''Well that could have gone worse, I suppose.''

She only grunts in response. As the silence stretches I start to get dressed as well. Elle doesn't even acknowledge my state of undress. She sighs, ''Ready to go?''

I follow her to the door, suddenly feeling that as soon as we walk out everything is going to change. I'm going to lose her if we leave this room without talking about last night. Elle's hand grips the door handle, my arm shoots out, shutting the door. She turns and I take a step closer. Our eyes connect, ''I had a lot of fun last night…or this morning I guess.'' Her eyes trace the atrocious pattern in the carpet, but I can see a blush spread across her cheek. I tilt her chin up. ''Anything you want to add, hun?"

'Yeah it was…,'' she bites her lip. ''more than fun, but maybe we should leave it at that.''

''What?"

''Seth…'' Elle turns her body, but I press closer. ''please, we need to leave.''

''Not until you explain what is going on in that beautiful head of yours.''

She sighs, ''We shouldn't have done that.''

''Done what?" I feel myself getting pissed. ''Fucked?"

''Will you keep your voice down?"

''No! Explain why you're freaking out on me.''

''You shouldn't have taken advantage of me.''

I take a step back, ''Taken advantage of you? Is that what you think I did?'' She doesn't answer so I continue. ''Correct me if I'm wrong, but you even said please, darling. Don't tell me I took advantage of you when you were dripping for me. You wanted it, Elle, as much as I did. And it happened and it was great. And something tells me if we hadn't been interrupted by the men who had you in tears last night, I would have you panting beneath me again.''

''Seth…''

I lean closer, my teeth nipping at her ear lobe, ''Maybe I would have let you suck me off this time, you would have liked that, wouldn't you?"

Her pupils are dilated, and her chests is rising and falling rapidly. She's turned on again. I close the distance between us, smashing my lips against hers. It's not pretty, or romantic but it sure as fuck feels good. My body presses her hard against the door, eliminating any space between us. I want her to remember she wanted me, remember that senseless desire. I refuse to let her run from this. It takes a moment, but I feel her hand squeeze my shoulders, pulling me impossibly closer. My hands latch onto her hips, determined to leave my mark, to make sure she can't forget this. When my hand moves to cup her mound she grinds against my palm. I smirk, ''That's it baby, I know you want it.''

She freezes, and her frantic hands turn insistent, pushing me away. ''Stop. Seth, stop. I don't…I can't do this again.''

''You can't"?" I ask incredulously. ''Or won't?" I watch as the desire slowly dissipates in her eyes. Shaking my head I take a step back from the woman I've wanted in my bed for months. ''Fine.''

''Seth…''

''Stop,'' I open the door heading down the hallway, but not before I toss out one more remark. ''I won't wait for you to decide what you want and neither will Roman and Dean.''

When she gets to the car I throw her stuff in the back before climbing in. We hit the road in silence, my phone beeps once, a text from Roman letting us know that traffic sucks. Elle and I though maintain a terse silence. Every once and awhile I can feel her eyes on me, I desperately want to know what she's thinking.

Hours in she finally plucks up the courage, ''Seth, I'm sorry.''

I don't answer her and the rest of the ride back to Florida is silent.

Roman's POV

Dean's hand pounds against the dashboard again. He's been fidgeting and grunting for the last three hours and I'm starting to get a headache. Really, my head's been spinning ever since Seth opened that hotel room in nothing but a towel, practically glowing. And then Elle emerged in his sweatshirt of all things. Suddenly I too have the desire to pound something into a pulp. My hands tighten on the steering wheel.

''How are you so calm?" Dean throws himself back into the seat. ''I'm fucking furious and frustrated, here Ro.'' I don't answer and he sighs. ''Tell me it doesn't piss you off that he had her.''

I shake my head, ''Of course I'm pissed, but come on this would happen eventually.''

''What do you mean?"

''They would have slept together at one point, just the two of them.'' I guess it never dawned on Dean before. He just stares out the window. ''Just like you would have and I would have. Even when we first decided to give this a go with all of us it wasn't realistic to expect her to wait around for all of us to be there. We assumed that she would want this want us whatever the hell that meant. We weren't fair to her Dean.''

He's silent, ''But sleeping with Rollins? That's not fair either.''

I merely raise an eyebrow. Dean's callous words caused Elle to rush out of a bar in tears and straight into the arms of another man. ''Let's break this down: she wanted to go home with you right?" He nods. ''But she ends up sleeping with Seth, what changed?"

Dean doesn't respond, but I can him holding back a snarky response. ''I get it.''

''No, I don't think you do. Elle overheard you basically saying that she was a quick fuck and that's why she went to Rollins. It was your fault. If you could have just admitted that you care about someone we wouldn't be having this conversation now.''

The silence is tense.

''I fucked up.''

''Yeah, you did.''

''Can we fix this?"

I pause, wondering if it would just be easier to give up on this entire scheme. But I think about how good it could be. Seth is already half in love with Elle, Dean obviously cares for her. This has the potential to be something special. It would be stupid of me to let this go. ''We can try.''

Dean and I are in the locker room of the performance center for about ten minutes before Seth strolls in. None of us speak at first. Part of me wants to make the first move to fixing this rift, but I think Seth and Dean might have to straighten this out between themselves first. Nothing happens though, we get dressed in silence and head to the rings. Some guys from Creative are there, ''Thanks you three for coming in on such short notice. We just have to rework something.''

''No problem.'' I wonder if he can feel the tension coming off of the three of us.

''Is Elle here yet?"

Seth chimes in, ''She's just in the locker room I think.''

''We'll get started without her.''

It is going fine for a few minutes. We perfect some moves, work on some tags, nothing out of the ordinary. And then I watch as Seth fumbles a move and instead of hitting the developmental guy his fist slams into Dean's shoulder. Unprepared for an impact, Dean falls off the apron. When he gets off the floor he's pissed that's easy enough to see. Seth stands near the corner of the ring and Dean climbs to get into his face. They stand there just staring at each other, unspoken anger settling between them. Our trainer coughs, ''Gentlemen, it was an accident I'm sure.''

Neither of them move.

Suddenly, I wonder if this might be the only way to get back on track. I make eye contact with Dean over Seth's shoulder and nod. Dean smirks launching himself over the top rope. Both men end up on the ground throwing punches, trying to land a blow anywhere. It's messy, and dirty just what the two of them need. The trainer steps in, but I hold him back. They continue to brawl on the floor. Once I notice Seth's busted lip I pull Dean back. He resists but I get him in the corner. ''Feel better man?"

He's breathing hard, not quite focusing on me. Slowly I watch as he comes back to sanity. Across the ring Seth looks over at us. He gives a little nod, which Dean returns. ''That's just what I needed, Ro.''

I chuckle and rough up his hair, ''Good, I'm glad.''

The three of us walk towards the center of the ring. Dean glances at the trainer, ''Give us a few minutes, yeah?"

He leaves and the three of us are finally alone.

Seth speaks first, ''All right, I'm sorry about earlier with Elle. It wasn't fair-''

Surprisingly Dean interjects, ''As much as it kills me to say this, if it was me in your place, I would have done the same thing.''

''Likewise.'' We all chuckle slightly.

''But I screwed up last night, I said things that I shouldn't have said,'' Dean glances at me. ''And weren't true.''

''What do we do from here?"

This time I step in to speak, ''All, and I mean all four of us, need to sit down and discuss it. Everything needs to be put on the table. She needs to know what we want, and we deserve to know what she wants.''

My suggestion seems reasonable to me, but neither guy agrees. We just stand there until finally Dean groans, ''Dammit Roman, I hate when you suggest the logical thing.''

Seth nods, ''I suppose we've fucked it up bad enough so far, this is our only option.''

''So we're in agreement?"

I stick my fist out and soon Seth and Dean join me. It feels good to finally be on the same page with my brothers. The last few weeks have sucked. Hopefully now we can get back on track both personally and professionally.

We sit down in the ring and relax, I wonder, ''Where is Elle?"

Seth shrugs, ''She said she would be just a few more minutes.''

Dean gets a stupid smirk on his face, ''Speaking of Elle, how was it?"

I almost roll my eyes at Dean's question. He would ask this completely inappropriate question and yet I want to know the answer as well. Seth rubs the back of his neck like he's debating on whether or not to say anything, ''Come on man.''

''Okay, okay,'' He exhales. ''I'm not fucking around when I say this dudes, but she was amazing. She was just so responsive, and sexy. Dude, the noises she made when I was…and fuck her tits just fit perfectly in my hands. It was, it was incredible. I was pissed you guys showed up before we could go again.''

We sit, letting Seth's words sink in. My mind takes Seth's descriptions and embellishes. I shake my head, to focus on the present, on the next step to make Seth's reality mine. Next to me Dean has a shit-eating grin on his face. ''So only once?"

''Fuck you Ambrose,'' Seth chuckles, but continues. ''But yeah only once. We got into an argument this morning.''

''About?"

''She said that we shouldn't have slept together, but I know something else is going on. Maybe when we all sit down, we can work it out.''

We fall into companionable silence when the door slams open. Elle storms through, dressed in yoga pants and a sports bra. She looks hot as hell but beyond that she's pissed. ''Oh good, all three of you are together this will save me some time.''

Elle climbs into the ring, Dean steps forward first, ''What's going on Elle?"

Her angry gaze meets each of us in the eye, ''You all have some serious clarifying to do.'' The three of us exchange a confused glance. Elle rolls her eyes and throws an object down onto the ground. It lands with a large thud, ''Someone better fucking explain this!"

Ohhhhh...wonder what Elle is talking about. Regardless hope y'all enjoyed and everyone have a lovely week