Roman didn't like the way she kept her head down as she came walking next to Brock. It was RAW 25 and he hadn't expected Brock to enter the arena until by the end of the show but there he was before the show had even started, moving to Vince's office along with Gemma. The door closed behind them and he let out a loud sigh.
"She's getting to you," Seth patted Roman's back.
"Big time," Roman shook his head and smiled. "She's not the problem. He is."
"How are you planning to even make a move with him watching her like a hawk?" Seth asked.
"I already did," Roman started grinning.
"Wait, what? When?" Seth asked.
"Last night after we left the bar. I kissed her," Roman answered.
"That's all?" Seth asked.
"I was in her room and she asked me to stay. Do you have any idea how hard it was to leave her room? She was right there, she wanted me just as much as I want her, but I couldn't. At least not yet," Roman stretched his body. "Yep, I had to take a long cold shower when I got back to my own room."
Inside Vince's office Brock and Gemma sat down on a chair each. Normally she felt like she could relax a bit around Vince but not with Brock there by her side.
"Has she caused any problems?" Brock asked.
Typical him to talk about her as if she wasn't even there. She didn't even know why he bothered dragging her with him into Vince's office.
"No, none at all. She's doing a very good job. We're very happy to have her on board," Vince answered.
He turned his head to look at her.
"And how do you feel about working here, Gemma? Do you like it?" He asked.
"Very much, sir," she answered.
"That's good. I wish we could keep you around after Wrestlemania but right now there doesn't seem to be an opening. It might happen but I can't promise you anything," he said.
"It's alright, sir. I'm grateful just to be here for a couple of more months," she said.
"And that guy back at home has made himself disappear so you won't run into him anymore," Brock added. "It's safe for you to move back home for good."
Safe. What a funny word for him to choose. She hadn't felt unsafe with the guy she had been on a date with that Brock had beat up. Brock was the only man who ever made her feel unsafe.
"Alright, run along now, Gemma. The show is starting soon," Vince said.
She left the office while Brock stayed in there to talk to Vince. She watched Roman from afar as she ran towards her position. He smiled warmly at her and she sent him a smile in return.
"Her whole face lights up when she sees you," Seth said.
"I know," Roman beamed.
"And you look like the fucking sun," Seth chuckled.
She didn't know Roman was set to lose the Intercontinental championship to The Miz and even though she knew it was scripted and that Roman had known all along he would lose, she couldn't help but feel bad for him. She wanted to go to him, hold him and tell him she was sorry, but she couldn't. She had to continue working and since Brock was closing the show and taking her home directly after, she never got a chance to talk to Roman at all.
It was a long week to get through but finally the weekend arrived. NXT was in town as well and she was one of the chosen ones to film their show that Saturday so he didn't get a chance to talk to her. When Sunday rolled around, unfortunately so did Brock, and Roman had to keep staying away, stealing glances and smiles from afar. To no surprise Brock walked away still as champion. Roman knew he would. That would change soon though.
"You got your ticket?" Brock asked.
"As always," she answered.
"Okay, then I'll see you Tuesday. Sable's picking you up at the airport," he said.
Roman was still naked and in the process of drying his wet hair after his shower when someone knocked on his door. He wasn't expecting anyone but figured it was probably Seth looking for a late night talk so he just put on a pair of boxers before walking over to open.
"I'll be damned!" She sucked in her breath.
"Well, hello there pretty girl," he chuckled at the sight of her. "I wasn't expecting you but I'm not complaining."
"Were you expecting someone else?" She looked up at him.
"No, I just thought it might be Seth knocking and although many call him pretty boy, he sure as hell ain't as pretty as you," he said. "Or as sexy."
"You think I'm sexy?" She asked.
"Come inside and let me answer that in a more fitting way," he answered.
She walked inside and as soon as she heard the door close behind her, she spun around and looked at him.
"Fitting?" She asked.
"Pretty girl," he took a step forward. "Come here."
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him while leaning down to kiss him. He reached a hand behind him and wiggled one shoe off her. It landed on the carpet with a soft thump. His hand moved around her to steady her before his other hand went around to wiggle the other shoe off and another soft thump was heard.
"You're fucking sexy," he said.
"Brock's gone," she said.
"I kinda guessed since you're here," he laughed. "I'm not one for setting rules but you're not allowed to mention his name tonight."
"I can do that," she said.
"My name, however," he smirked as he carried her towards the bed. "Feel free to scream it if you like."
"I'm not really a screamer. I'm sorry. You want something else," she said.
She started wriggling around in his arms, trying to get out, but he didn't let go. Instead he laid her down on the bed with himself on top of her, holding himself up on his elbows so he could look at her.
"Hey, don't do that," he smiled. "I don't care if you scream or whisper or don't even make a sound as long as you enjoy what I do to you and promise me to speak up if you want me to stop."
"I promise," she said.
"Yeah?" His smile grew a little wider. "That's good because I don't wanna hurt you. Not ever."
He kissed her again while working her white sleeveless blouse up her body. They broke apart so he could get it over her head and he looked at the white lace bra covering her breasts.
"I knew it. Fucking sexy," he said.
He kissed down her chest while pulling the bra cups down. His tongue teased both her nipples one at the time, making her sigh and moan slightly while his hands slid under her to unhook the bra and remove it entirely. His lips continued the path down her stomach, leaving kisses and light bites which earned him more of those soft moans. She was already driving him crazy with her moans alone.
He raised his head to look at her before continuing. Her eyes seemed to be drowning in lust and it made him smirk as he popped the button on her amethyst purple jeans. He pulled the zipper down and was met with the sight of a pair of white lace panties matching the bra. He sat back on his knees while pulling jeans and panties off her in one go.
"Pretty girl," he bowed down and started kissing up her right thigh. "I should start calling you sexy girl instead."
He took in her scent with a smile on his face, relishing in it for a second, before finally giving in to taste her as well. Her soft moans raised in volume as his tongue started circulating her clit. She definitely wasn't a screamer as she had said but her sounds were beautiful and enticing. He wanted her even more than he thought possible. When she finally let go and cried out, he thought he was about to lose his mind. Never had he heard someone cry out that lovely before.
He placed a kiss on her lower abdomen before moving out of bed to get out of his boxers. He had the most painful erection ever and she was the sole cause of that. Her eyes went wide when she saw what he had hidden under his clothes. She had a quick feel a week before but nothing could have prepared her for that.
"Okay, you're most definitely allowed to brag," she said.
He let out a loud laugh combined with a head shake before climbing down on the bed and placing himself between her legs again. He was about to say something but she cut him off before he got a word out.
"I trust you," she said.
He smiled as he leaned down to capture her lips. While kissing her, he reached between them and guided himself inside her. She spread her legs a little wider, hissing and moaning at the same time as he filled her up, but she didn't ask him to stop. Once he was fully inside, he broke the kiss and looked at her. She didn't seem fearful or in pain. Her eyes had that sparkle he always loved seeing and he slowly started to thrust.
"Oh god, Roman," she whispered.
It was a whisper, not a scream, but it was still his name as he had hoped for. He started speeding up, wanting to hear her say it again or at least just hear her moan and cry out like she had five minutes earlier. His lips worked their way over the exposed skin on her neck, his teeth lightly scraping over it as well, and she started tensing up.
"Please, Roman, please, don't stop," she said.
"I got you," he promised.
He continued thrusting while assulting her neck and she was crying out in lovely tones a minute later. He thrust through her moans, waiting to release himself until he was sure she had ridden every wave possible of her orgasm. He laid still with his head still buried in the crook of her neck and just felt how her chest rose up and down under him.
"Yep," she finally spoke. "You just ruined me for every other man out there."
"Good," he laughed as he raised his head to look at her. "Because I'm not sharing."
"That's not what I meant," she said.
"Not letting you go either," he pecked her lips. "I know what you meant, pretty girl."
"So what happens now?" She asked.
He held on to her as he rolled them both around so she was on top.
"Now we clean ourselves up a bit and then we go to sleep," he answered.
"I mean after tonight. Like tomorrow or next week," she said.
"I can't look into the future. I can't tell you what's gonna happen. I can only tell you what I want," he said.
"What do you want?" She asked.
He smiled as he reached his hands up to pull her hair back so he could look at her face.
"You, pretty girl," he said. "Right here in my bed tonight and any other night you'll be willing to share with me."
"We gotta keep it secret," she said.
"For now," he smiled.