Wednesday he texted her again, asking if she was free tonight. She smiled to herself, wide enough that Bayley noticed and teased her about who she was texting.

"Just someone."

"Some guy?" Sasha Banks asked from across the locker room.

Becky laughed and rolled her eyes.

She focused on her drills in the ring all day, but every now and then, she glanced over to the men's advanced class where Finn was working. He glanced over at her once or twice too. At promo class, she watched Charlotte work through a promo from the back of the room. He'd hung back too, Dusty wouldn't give him an assignment this early. As the two hours ticked away, he looked over at her and smiled. Was he as excited as she was?

Finally, the day was over, and she followed her car's GPS to his small ranch. He smiled at her as she got out of her car.

"How was your day?"

"Good, Bayley and I have been running through some tag team stuff for one of the next tapings."

"Bayley's the one with the ponytail?" he opened the door to the old fashioned shack. "She seems like a good competitor."

"Yeah, yeah she's incredible. This is nice,"

"There's a washroom at the end of the hall, I'll meet you outside when you're ready."

In the bathroom, she slipped into the paisley bikini she'd brought and took a deep breath. Again she questioned if it were too much, but he didn't seem to mind. Walking out to the screened-in patio, Finn was testing the water in a pair of green board shorts.

"Is it freezing?"

"It's a little chilly, but it's sticky out here anyway…" he glanced up at her, and then did a double take. His eyes grazed over her, his cheeks turning pink.

"Oh settle down, it's a push up." She rolled her eyes.

"That is fine by me," he blushed some more, pulling his gaze from her cleavage.

"Would you gimme a hand with this?" She turned her back towards him, tugging on the halter strap behind her neck.

"Yeah," He came up behind her, pushing her hair in front of her shoulder, his hands running on the back of her shoulder and neck. "You trust me with this?" he asked as he undid the tie.

"Sure, should I not?" her hair stood up from the warmth of his breath. "Just a little looser"

He gave the straps some slack, his eyes on her chest as it slipped down just a little bit.

"Like that?"

She nodded.

"Well you tell me," his voice was gruffer now, the way it had been when he told her she shouldn't be the only one to be bold. "How tightly do ya want this bow tied?"

She laughed, "surprise me."

"Ya sure that's a good idea?" he nuzzled against her ear and she laughed some more, feeling the looseness of the knot against her neck. He'd only be driving himself crazy.

"Alright, really how cold is this?" she asked dipping her foot in the pool, and immediately pulled it out. "Christ."

"It's not that bad," he came up behind her again, his hands on her hips and scruff against her cheek.

"Don't you dare," she pushed back against him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, "it'll be fun!"

"No," she struggled against him playfully, laughing, "it really won't."

"C'mon!"

He jumped into the pool, dragging her in with him. She shrieked as she hit the water. Coming up, she flipped her red hair back and brought her hands up to the bikini. He was laughing, his eyes on the straps floating in front of her.

" Haha aww," he grinned a toothy smile, and pushed himself towards her. "I'm sorry,"

"Yeah ya sound real sorry," she laughed, biting her lip. "I'd splash you if I weren't ya know."

"Let me fix that," his hands pulled the straps up around her neck again, "properly this time, I promise."

"Yeah, you keep laughing," she pushed her hips against him.

His lips were teasing the back of her neck, his hands unsure where to go from her shoulders. Slowly he slipped them down under the bikini top, waiting for her to swat him away or protest. She didn't, she pushed back against him more instead, biting her lip. Those fingers teased the top of her cleavage and slipped down all the way, rolling her in his fingers. A soft chuckle escaped him.

"Shut up, it's cold in here,"

"Oh I am not complain'," he whispered as he rubbed her in circles. She moaned, grabbing his hips with her hands. He moved with her and she could feel his heart beating faster. Letting out a sigh, he slipped his hands out and whispered again. "This got… heated pretty fast, why don't we slow down? Let me get you a beer."

"Okay," she said blushing as he climbed out of the pool.

He returned with two opened bottles and handed one to her.

"Oh, this, this I could get used to," she said, leaning back against the wall of the pool and sipping on it.

"Sorry if that was…forward,' he blushed, smiling at her bashfully.

"Don' be. That's why I wore it."

"You've got me all figured out, haven't ya?"

"You boy really aren't that unpredictable."

"Fair, fair. You look fantastic, by the way."

She smiled and sipped on her beer.

"So, Hunter came to work with you?"

"Yeah, yeah, they said he's taken a particular interest in fast trackin' me."

"That's great, Finn, really great,"

"It's 'cause they think I'm old."

She giggled, "they do not!"

"Oh they think I'm an ol' fart, just like you used to," he winked at her.

"I liked your age."

"Oh I know," he chuckled. "They love ya too,"

"That's not-"

"Yeah, yeah it is, Bex. Matt brought up that I trained ya just to impress Triple H."

"Really?"

"Well…also to embarrass me 'cause I sorta get…flustered when I talk about'cha," he blushed admitting it.

Becky moved closer to him, "oh you do not!"

"I really do," he chuckled.

"So uh, Matt knows about this?"

"Well it was hard to throw 'im off the scent once I showed up in date night clothes."

"Fair enough."

"I havn' been, y'know, braggin' around work."

"No, no, I know,"

"Not that I'm ashamed or anythin', I jus' think we should figure out what this is before we make it public knowledge."

"An' what is this?" she asked, flipping wet hair to the side.

His lips turned up to a half smile, "incredible for one,"

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "I see."

"Hey, ya know I don't bullshit." He floated closer to her, their noses touching. "This is a hook up date. It always was."

"I figured," she blushed a little bit too.

"But it's not all I want outta this. Why don't ya let me make ya dinner this weekend hm?"

"Oh yeah?"

"Quesadillas? They still your favorites?"

Her heart skipped a beat as he smiled goofily at her.

"I do a little better than Taco Bell these days but yeah, they're still my favorite."

"So it's settled then."

"I suppose so," she smiled and he kissed her lips.

"You're shivering," he commented, not even realizing how dark it had gotten. The water was freezing. He offered her a hand, pulling her towards the stairs and wrapping her shoulders in a towel when she stepped out of the pool.

"Thanks," she chuckled, following him back into the house. "Oh shit," the air was blasting

"Sorry, on it." He jogged over to the thermostat on the kitchen wall. "You can hang that in the bathroom if ya like,"

She rolled her eyes, slinking off to the bathroom to change out of the wet bathing suit. The door opened a little bit behind her as she started to undo the ties of her top, Finn's hand passed in his board shorts.

"Mine too?"

Pulling the door open, her eyes scanned him, his towel wrapped low around his waist.

"Didn't get too excited, now did ya?" he smirked as she snatched the shorts from him. "Ya want help there? I tied it pretty tight."

"I noticed," she turned around, letting the warmth of his body come up to hers again.

His hands were slow and teasing. He wanted it, bad, she could feel him against her through the towel. The clasp around her back was off in an instant once he decided he was ready, the fabric jumping up on her chest. Unsurprisingly, his hands followed it and she gasped as he rolled her between his fingers and his thumbs.

"That's not what you were supposed be doing," she teased through a gasp.

"Oh I think it is," he growled in her ear, "can't let these go to waste. Ya sure it's jus' the cold, love?"

She chuckled, leaning back into him and letting a moan through her lips.

"Why don't you let me warm ya up?" his hands ran down her stomach and into the bikini bottoms.

"Ya think you can get whatever ya want if you say it like that, don't cha?"

"Basically," he smirked, curling a finger inside to her yelp. "Doesn' really seem like ya mind."

"You have about ten seconds to get us to bed," she warned him and he grinned brightly.

"Mmm whatever you'd like darlin'," he pushed down the bottoms roughly and pulled on the tie around her neck. They were left with his towel in a pile on the floor.

Pulling her to the bedroom, they crashed into his bed, rolling around on his navy sheets. He pushed her onto her back and kissed up and down her neck. She shuttered and he chuckled.

"Right there?" he whispered, kissing it more as she started to buckled underneath him.

"Ah-"

"Sorry love, didn' catch that." He slipped his tongue out to that sensitive spot. She moaned some more. "What d'ya want? I can't quite hear it."

She laughed, her hands finding their way down his back. "Oh-ho, alright, you think ya cute do ya?"

"It's workin'," he bit down lightly on the sensitive flesh and she cried out in surprise, wrapping her legs around him. He chuckled "alright, I'll be good this time, what can I do for ya?"

"Hand," she demanded and he slid to the side, putting his right hand into hers. She pushed it down in between her legs and he chuckled.

"More?"

"You didn' finish," she dismissed. "C'mon."

"I-ha," he laughed, blushing deeply. "I can' get over ya, Bex."

"Can' let ya have all the fun, can I?"

"I'll give ya one better,"

"Wha-oh-" she tensed under the touch of his tongue running down to his hand.

"Shh, just relax, I'll take care of ya."

He held down her hips as he went to work and it didn't take long before she was squirming, a mess of moans. They were met with Finn's moans and hums too, which only made the sensation more intense. Her hands tangled in his hair and he rubbed his scruffy beard against her inner thighs. She was quickly losing her composure and he enjoyed feeling her come undone.

Chuckling, he traced back up her stomach and chest, meeting her mouth with his lips. She giggled back.

"Roll over," she said, breathily, "my turn."

"Uhm…I uh, don' think I have the time for that-"

"Too bad," she grinned pushing him down and straddling him. "Ya better keep it together."

"Shit," he leaned his head back as her hands wandered over his pecs, his nipples, down each and every ab. She leaned in and kissed him roughly, rolling her hips against him. "Ya wanna get on with it Bex?"

She sighed, "I suppose."

Her mouth was around him in an instant and his face twisted. She licked slowly, teasing and enjoying it.

"Ya pretty good at this, huh?" he asked, winded.

"Mhmm."

It sent a sensation up his spine and he bucked his hips.

"Bex... you gotta-" it was no use, she was on a mission. He gulped and tried to keep it together as he tangled his hands in her long red hair. "Don' make me say please…Darlin'…ah, alright, please?"

She giggled, pulling off and sliding into place. He groaned and she let out a little moan too, adjusting herself on him. Suddenly she was back on her back, her hands held above her head.

"I said, don't make me say please," he growled, his eyes devious as they ran over her. " 'Cause now you're mine."

"Ferg," she whispered, "I've always been yours."

He smiled a toothy grin, blushing, and burrowed himself into her hair. Moving slowly on her, he closed his eyes, listened to the sound of her moans, and gave in entirely. No control, no focus, just her.

XXX

Thursday morning Becky looked in the mirror of the locker room, pulling her hair up into a high ponytail. She rolled her neck, it was a little sore, and the few hours of sleep were showing on her face.

"You okay Becky?" Sasha Banks asked from the locker next to hers. "You look exhausted."

"Yeah I'm alright, just couldn' sleep last night?"

"What's bugging you?" she leaned up against the lockers.

"It's nothin' I jus'-"

"Bex."

"Yeah?"

"What's that?" she leaned in.

"What's what?"

"That! Is that a bite mark?"

"What? Is it bruising?" Becky leaned into the mirror, trying to look at the crook of her neck.

"No just a little swollen…uhm, so are you hanging out with vampires these days or is that a love bite?"

Becky shot her a side eye.

"Who is it?"

"Sash,"

"C'mon! I won't tell anyone."

"Oh that is a load o' crap."

"Okay okay so I told Bayley about you and Sami hooking up-"

"And Charlotte, and Alexa!"

"Okay! I'm not the best with secrets. But I promise this time!"

Becky looked over at her and sighed. "New guy."

"The new, new guy?"

"Yeah figured I'd get to him before anyone else did," she said with a flippant wink.

"Yeah like a decade ago."

"Nothin' ever happened back then, he's insufferably honorable."

"Still… you're trying to tell me this was just a little fun on a Wednesday night?"

"I didn' say that. I jus'… I don' wanna get my hopes up about it. We're feeling it out."

"Mhmm and feeling each other by the looks of it. Did he give you others?"

"Sasha!"

XXX

Sorry for the delay in updating, Table for One (now complete) got intense and I had to finish it before I could think about this one. Hoping you guys are still into it. It would seem Sami/Becky/Finn is my favorite love triangle, so we'll have to see where that goes.