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After her match, Sasha went to Jackson to remove her make-up before she hit the shower.

"You skank! You got it on in the dressing room, huh?" Jackson, Sasha's make-up artist, asked.

"No. I just got out of a match. What are you talking about?"

"Then what's with the glow, honey? Tell me something." He spat, applying her mascara.

"Nothing."

"Umm hmm......well, keep your secrets." He laughed. "But remember this: I have eyes and ears all over this damn arena."

Sasha raised her eyebrows. "What are you talking about? What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing..."

"What do you know?" Sasha asked. "You do know I am a wrestler, right? Tell me or I'll beat it out of you."

Jackson nodded his head up. Sasha followed his gaze, spotting her boyfriend Bret and some chick. "They're just talking."

Jackson raised his eyebrow. "And flirting. Walk over there and handle your business, bitch." Jackson slammed his blush brush on the table.

As Sasha was walking towards Bret, she knew that she wasn't going to make a scene in front of everyone. She had never been that kind of girl, and wasn't going to start anytime soon. She smiled and planted a kiss on Bret's cheek. "Hey honey, we have five minutes until your match, who's this?"

"This is...."

She extended her hand. "Melissa, I'm a friend of Sunny's and a huge fan of Bret's." She winked at him. This bitch had some nerve. Sasha slid her hand down to meet his. "Well, nice meeting you."

She stopped him. "Here's my card just in case I might want to learn some moves."

Was she flirting with him right in front of me? "Sorry, he's busy."

Both walking towards the gorilla position, as Sasha glared at Bret. He held his hands up in defense. "It's not my fault she was flirting with me."

"Maybe we shouldn't do this-"

"Do what?!" He whispered harshly. "She was hitting one me Sash-"

"Let's talk about this after your match-"

"Talk about it now." He grabbed her by the arm.

"Bret, you're hurting me and everyone is staring."

"I don't give a fuck." He calmed down. "You leaving me now?"

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Sasha pondered the question during the entire match. Bret won, only to get super kick by Shawn at the end. Sasha was still standing at the gorilla position waiting for Bret when she decided not to wait anymore. She headed to her dressing room and hopped inside the shower. Was she serious when she said, "We shouldn't do this?" Where did it come from? She and Bret had been together for years; she wasn't going to let anyone or anything interfere with their relationship. As she was washing her hair, she heard the door of her dressing room door close and lock. It was Bret, she could tell by his walk and the annoying sound he makes after he's done with a match. He'll sit there and rest, leaning his head against the wall, then removing his wrestling gear starting with the boots, then the straps of his attire, and finally everything else. Wrapping a towel around himself, he entered the shower with Sasha. The two lovers looked at each other.

"Did you take all the hot water?" He asked.

"No." She handed him the bar of soap. "I just got in."

"Can you wash my hair please?"

"Sure. But it's a Vanilla Cream."

Sasha knew Bret rolled his eyes. "Fine, you must want me to smell like you."

"No, but it's a good shampoo and conditioner." She began to lather his hair.

"No, Head and Shoulders-"

"Babe, no, it doesn't have a smell to it." Sasha massaged his scalp.

"So what?" He moved his hands to her butt.

"So what? You'd rather have no smell at all, just walking around here smelling like............air?" She laughed. "You're weird."

"So is that little mustache you got growing, but I didn't say anything about that when we first start dating years ago-"

Sasha's jaw dropped and she laughed. "I don't have a 'stache."

Bret turned around. "Yes, you do."

"You keep making fun of me and I'll replace your Head and Shoulders with hair removal cream."

He smiled, hoisting her up on the rail. "When you do, make sure you place a tiny strip right there."

"Shut up." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "You like kissing it, don't you?-"

"Yes, I do." He separated her legs. With the hot water still running on them, Bret passionately kissed her. Sasha wrapped her legs around him. "Get rid of the towel," he spoke, kissing her. She did what she was told.

"Bret, I just got out of the shower."

Bret kissed the trail on her collar bone. "So what, I'll clean you up." Picking her up, Bret laid himself on the cold tile floor. He felt goose bumps from not only the tile on the shower floor, but the way Sasha turned him on. Sasha positioned herself on top of the federation champion, she placed her long toned legs on the shoulders of Bret and leaned forward. "Oh.......shit." Both lovers spoke at the same time. Bret closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride Sasha was giving him. She rocked her hips slowly, grabbing her breasts and kissing them. Bret smirked, loved the way how nasty she could be with him. Faster and faster Bret thrust himself into the Women's Champion. Sasha felt like her brain was going to explode. As they climaxed together, she collapsed on top of him. Both breathing heavy, Bret took his hands and combed his fingers through Sasha's hair.

"The water is getting cold." She spoke still trying to catch her breath.

He kissed her forehead. "Yeah, it is." He grabbed a face towel and soap. He lathered Sasha's body in soap, washed her from head to toe. She did the same with him. The two left the arena arm and arm.

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Shawn decided to take Sunny out to dinner later that night. Seeing that they were in his home town, he took her to a nice restaurant. As they ate, he decide to bring up the question at hand.

"So, what's the deal?" He asked, not giving her eye contact.

"About what?" Sunny pretended that she didn't know what Shawn was referring to.

"Are you moving in with me or not?"

Sunny's eyes moved around the restaurant, then back to Shawn. "I think I'm going to work things out with Chris."

Shawn's male ego blew into full force. "You're choosing him over me?! Are you serious?!"

Sunny placed a strand of her Blondie hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry."

"So how long have you been thinking this?"

"Shawn, I love you, I do, but Chris and I have been together for a while."

No doubt Shawn's ego was hurt, but at the same he wanted Sunny to be happy. It was a great nine months but if she didn't want to be with Shawn Michaels, her loss.

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A week went by and both Bret and Sasha decided to not to see each other for a week. Maybe this will chill down the "argument " factor of their relationship. Owen walked in to Bret's room. "Hey, man."

"Hey."

Owen was a bit nosey. "What cha got there?"

"Nosey, are we? Vacation for Sasha and I. Where do you think we should go? I want to surprise her."

Owen looked through the brochures. "U.S. Virgin Islands."

Bret looked at the picture. "Yeah, that does look nice. What do you think Sasha would think about it?"

"Go downstairs and ask her."

Bert eyes widened. "She's here already?" He slapped Owen on the shoulder. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I did, but you asked me to look at this." Owen slapped him back.

From then on it was a wrestling match in their childhood bedroom. Both Stu Hart and Sasha heard the noise and decide to go check and see what was going on. Sasha couldn't help but laugh as she leaned against the door.

"Cut it out!" Stu yelled. Both GROWN men stopped when they heard the rumbling voice of their father Stu Hart demanding they call a truce. "Sasha's here."

"Hi, Champ."

She smiled. "Hi, Owen."

"I'll leave you two alone...prick-" Owen got a cheap shot and ran past his father and Sasha.

"What's new?" He ask kissing her on the cheek. The two lovers greeted each other with a hug." Haven't seen you in a week."

"Nothing much dear, Vince had us all over the world feel like. Of course we had training and photo shoots to do-"

"Seems like all play to me. I've been in your country busting my ass off."

She laughed. "Whatever there are many of nights I went to bed sore wishing you were rubbing my body down. I missed you a lot."

"I missed you too, so to make up for lost time." Bret placed the brochures in front of her. "What do you think of a vacation just you and me?"

"Just you and me?" She raised her perfectly arch eyebrow.

Bret replied. "Yes."

She looked into his brown eyes ."I accept."

"Cool I'll book everything, so .........(he grab her hand and took a look at the ring he'd given her a month before) have you been thinking about this?"

Sasha paused at the question. "Yes and no."

Bret tried not to show is frustration by kissing her on the hand. "You don't have an answer?"

"No."

He exhaled loudly. "Okay, I'll just go book everything then."

"I love you"

Bret stop in the door way and turned around. "Love you too."

Sasha collapsed on Bret's bed. "Great, he's now taking you on a vacation and you don't have an answer for him. Good going Sasha!"