A/N: Hope you guys are enjoying this story so far, my reviews are doing that thing where they don't show up, I won't see your feedback until that's fixed. It's the worst timing, Table for One blew up with reviews, but you're all probably yelling at me over that ending so 0:). Anyway keep leaving them and hopefully that bug will be fixed soon.
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"What happened to an innocent dinner date?" Becky teased.
"Oh don' start with me sweetheart, ya kissed me first."
"I did not!" she giggled, running a hand down Finn's bare chest.
"Uh huh," he bucked his hips up and quickened the friction between them. "Ya sure about that?"
She responded with only a moan.
"That's what I thought." He chuckled, pulling her down to his body and whispering in her ear. "Not gonna make me do all the work now are ya?"
"Yep," she laughed, tipping her head back, and he grinned.
"Why don't you go on and ride me?" He licked his lips and she smiled smugly at him. "That's not a request, love."
Becky felt her heart skip a beat. Pushing herself up, her hands on his stomach, and started moving against him up and down. His eyes grazed over her hungrily and his hands ran up to her chest, playing with her, bouncing her in his hands.
"Faster," he groaned.
"Say pl-oh-" he hadn't waited for her to finish her thought, sending his hips into hers rough and fast. She nodded and met his pace, bouncing on him hard, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Atta girl," he grinned, "C'mon baby, have at it."
She obliged, working fast and hard, feeling herself approaching her finish. His fingertips ran up her thighs and applied some pressure to her sensitive skin. That sent her over the edge quickly. A few waves came over her and he pulled her back down to him to ride it out.
"Ah," she sighed deeply, collapsing onto him.
"Mmm," he ran his hands over her hair. "Was I good to ya?"
She giggled, "you bein' sweet or tryin' to get me to admit you were brilliant?"
"Both," he grinned, "I should-"
"Yeah, 'course," she picked herself up off him to a little groan from his lips, and rolled onto the other side of his bed.
He slipped off of the bed to clean up, and returned with a bottle of water. She laughed, taking in from him.
"Better stay hydrated," he grinned, "where'd my-"
She tossed him a pair of boxer briefs from next to her.
"Thank you." He pulled them up, crawling back in with her and tucking her red hair behind her ear. "Will you stay?"
"Stay?" she teased.
"Don't be cheeky," he pulled her closer and placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Please?"
"Yeah, 'course." She curled into his arms. "I had a nice time tonight."
"Sounded like it," he laughed as that was met with a playful smack. "I did too, darlin'. Before you started making out with me, and after."
"You delivered on the quesadillas."
"Okay but, really love, who eats pineapple in their quesadilla?"
"It's delicious!"
"You're a weirdo," He grinned, "but I'll appease your weirdo whims any day of the week, if you'll let me."
"I, uh," she sat up, pulling the sheet to her chest. "I dunno 'bout that…"
"Oh," he handed her a tshirt from the foot of the bed, "I see."
"Finn," she slipped it over her head, "I didn' mean it like that."
"It's alright, Bex. I get it. You don' think I'm boyfriend material an' maybe you're right."
"That's not true. You'd make a great boyfriend Finn, I'm jus' not lookin' for one right now."
He chuckled, "just a boy toy?"
"I did not say that!" she laughed. "Look, you've been here a couple weeks, I've been doing this for over a year. I'm just now gettin' a chance, I can't juggle that and a full blown relationship right now."
"You were always the hardest worker," he played with a strand of her hair, "ya know that?"
"Not when you're in the room," she chuckled as he ran a thumb over her cheek. "I think if ya honest with yourself, when you get settled in and have your eyes on a prize, ya gonna be laser focused."
"Yeah, I know," he sighed, she was right. "So where does that leave us?"
"Can we just…date?"
"Ha, that seems far to simple to work." He grinned.
"Oh stop, simple is good. I won' ask you to make a commitment for me, or demand your time when you're on a mission. I jus' want your attention when we're together, and aside from that you can do what ya like."
"I can do what I like?" he smirked, with a devious glean in his eyes. "Oh I get it now, you wanna be able to fuck other guys."
"What!"
"Don't deny it," he chuckled, "you don't wanna be tied down by an old school girl crush."
"Finn."
He looked at her, she wasn't laughing. "I'm sorry, no, Bex, that didn't… that's not what I meant. You shouldn't havta be, ya should be free to have ya fun if ya want it. You're right, I can't be a real boyfriend right now, and you can't be a real girlfriend, so we'll keep it casual until we can. Deal?"
"Deal. As long as you don't get needy on me."
"I've never been needy in my life!"
She rolled her eyes and settled into his sheets, pulling the comforter up from where they had tossed it aside.
"Wait, no goodnight kiss?" he whimpered, "Oh. I-yeah."
Giggling, she pulled him down into a deep kiss. "Goodnight."
XXX
She woke up in the morning and rolled over his side of the bed, just barely still warm. Through the open door she could hear the sound of instrumental music playing, and the smell of bacon floated through. She followed it down the hall, still in his tshirt, to the kitchen where Finn stood facing away from her in his underwear and a NXT merch shirts he'd been given as a welcome gift from Matt.
"Nice ass," she said with a grin, leaning up against the doorframe.
He turned and smiled when he saw her. "Thank you, I work very hard on it ya know."
"Oh I know."
Chuckling, he looked back to the stove. "Breakfast's almost ready, there's plates above the sink"
She smiled reaching up above the sink for them and watching his eyes trail the hem of his shirt as it rose higher on her thigh.
"Easy, tiger," she chuckled. He blushed and looked away. "What is this anyway?"
"The music? Uh it's the Legend of Zelda soundtrack performed by the renowned Video Game Orchestra de' Paris. Side 2 track 4." He grinned toothily and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Romantic."
"Hey hey hey, I only have time in my schedule for romance between the hours of 8pm and 2am. You're in me-time now, darlin'. Mickey Mouse waffle?" he opened the waffle iron as a timer beeped.
"You are incredible. An' yes please."
"Syrup's in the fridge,"
"You got jelly?" she asked, shuffling through his mostly empty fridge.
"Strawberry, behind the mustard. You are such a weirdo!"
She laughed returning to the table and chairs next to the kitchen and her waffles and bacon. He watched as she ate the breakfast he'd made for her, flipping through a magazine that had landed in his mailbox somehow. It made him smile, he could be happy in this moment forever.
"So did you happen to pack a change of clothes in that bag?"
"Maybe, why?"
"Haha, you knew ya were stayin' huh?"
"Is there a point to this question?"
"I was gonna stop by the book store today, maybe get a cup of coffee and walk along the lake in the park. How'd you like to join me?"
"I think I can do that."
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She watched him browse the comic section for nearly an hour. It was exactly what she had expected from him.
"There's so much I'm behind on," he said, scanning the new releases. "Look at this! New Avengers #6? I jus' finished 3!"
Chuckling, she disappeared behind one of the bookshelves, leaving him to his mild freak out. When she returned it was with a slim comic in hand.
"Volume 3 right?" she handed it to him, #4 in the series.
A grin spread wide across his face, "exactly right. C'mon, I'll buy you that coffee."
"Yeah you owe me, crazy."
He paid for the comic and two cups of ice coffee at the in-store café. They walked, hand in hand around the winding paths of the park, the water shimmering.
"While I've got you," she began.
"Oh you've got me, love. Pick a tree," he said with a wink.
"Not that."
"Oh," he pouted playfully, "what's up?"
"We've got a taping comin' up."
"Yeah?"
"An' I… am really nervous about my character. It's corny and dumb and I don' even know how to Irish step dance!"
He chuckled, "it's okay, there's always an adjustment period, ya gotta find it organically."
"I'm worried I'll screw it up, NXT feels like my last chance."
"No, Bex," he dropped her hand and put his arm around her shoulder. "I'm on my last chance. I'm old, my body's a mess, an' I've never worked a camera in my life."
She laughed, "You are not,"
"I really am, sweetheart. I'm a bad injury away from the end of my road and everyone knows it. Don't psyche yourself out just because you've had a long journey to get here."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Bex you've only just begun, you've got such an incredible career ahead of you and e'ryone but you can see it. I for one, can't wait to see what you make of yaself, it's gonna be spectacular."
"Thank you," she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Plus I could teach ya to dance if it would make ya feel better-" the words came out of his mouth and her head popped up, he instantly regretted it.
"Wait,"
"Never mind!" He sped up.
"You know how to step dance?" She tried to head him off.
"I, nope, I didn't say that."
"Yes you said that! Did you Irish step dance as a kid?" wrapping her arms around his neck she grinned.
"I played football."
"Annnnd?"
"And sometimes…step dance."
"Sometimes?"
"Okay for five years."
"Oh my god!" She was giggling uncontrollably and despite the red rising in his cheeks, he loved the look on her face. "This is amazing."
"I'm glad I could amuse you," he kissed her lightly.
Her lips felt amazing as they smiled around him, and he fell a twinge of disappointment as she broke a part, looking up at the sky.
"Uh oh."
The rain started falling, lightly at first, but it didn't take long before the heavens seemed to open up. They laughed, Finn pulling her back to the car. It was pouring by the time they got back, coming down so heavily they could barely see a few feet in front of them. He looked her over, the light blue tank top soaked through, her hair sticking to her back, and laughing hysterically. He couldn't take it anymore. Something about her made him want to give up his well-measured control. Instead of opening her door, he pushed her against it, kissing her roughly, and running his hands through his hair. Her hands felt behind her until it found the handle of the back seat. She opened the door and pushed him into it, him pulling her on top of him. Their lips came together with force, still laughing as he ran his hands over the thin fabric. Normally, getting caught in the rain wearing something like this would be mortifying, but she was glad to have left the bra in her bag today. He pulled her closer, his lips running along hers, his tongue darting in every now and then. The moans slipped between them as the rain beat down outside and they waited for the storm to pass.
XXX
Finn sat backstage at Full Sail, watching as Becky worked a match with three of the other girls. She looked strong, he wasn't sure what she was so nervous about. Her and her tag partner, Bayley, they had great chemistry. She really looked like she was having the time of her life out there and it made him smile just to watch her. Still, he was itching to get back into the ring.
As the taping wrapped up he sat talking with Sami Zayn, an old friend from years and years ago. Sami's face lit up and he waved over Finn's shoulder, he turned around to see Becky, Bayley, and Carmella walking towards them.
"Hey guys!" Sami said with a grin. "Tacos?"
"Tacos," Carmella nodded.
"You wanna tag along?" Becky said, smiling shyly at Finn. "You two know my ol' pal Finn?"
"I don't think we've officially met," Bayley held out her hand to him, "you should come, it'll be fun."
"Yeah, alright," he looked over and Becky and smiled. They walked back to the parking lot, Carmella catching up with her boyfriend Collin Cassidy and Bayley and Sami chatting away a bit ahead of them. Finn put a hand on her back as he leaned in, "Ol' pal?"
"I thought we wanted to keep things simple," she chuckled, "trust me there's nothing simple when those guys get involved."
"Alright, I guess I'll behave myself."
"Good boy."
Their favorite taco place was a hole in the wall not far from Full Sail, it was their go-to place every time they had a taping. The metal chairs and tables were far from comfortable they had some of their greatest nights in that dimly lit patio.
"Alright what weird thing do you want on your taco?" he asked as she put down her bag at those awful metal chairs.
"Stop," she pushed him and he laughed.
The six of them sat eating their tacos and talking. Bayley and Finn were hitting it off, debating the correct order to watch Star Wars.
"Nuh-uh sir, the only right way is the way that Gorge Lucas intended, by release, 4-5-6, 1-2-3."
"That's the most spoilery. You find out half way through the biggest reveal!"
"Spoilers?" Becky interjected, "ya seen it already."
"Doesn't matter, it's still all about that plot twist. That's why Machete is best."
"Oh the Machete cut is batshit crazy dude," Sami said with a laugh.
"Wait what's the Machete cut?" Carmella asked, looking between them.
"It's crazy," Sami argued.
"No, it's amazing. Carmella, imagine the greatest viewing experience physically possible. Full immersion in the story, no spoilers, just pure, unadulterated joy-"
"Oh my god just stop sellin'," Becky rolled her eyes and smirked at him. "It's 4,5,2,3,6."
"What?" Carmella laughed, "that makes no sense."
"Exactly! And it's stupid because it skips 1!" Bayley said enthusiastically.
"Oh 1 doesn't even matter," he laughed.
"Terrible, absolutely terrible. I don't think we can we can be friends now."
"Aw," he pouted and it made Becky laugh, his eyes flickering to her.
"Oh c'mon Bay," Carmella teased, "can you really say no to that face?"
"Goddamn that pretty face, you know how much I've lost to that face?" Sami asked.
Finn grinned and shrugged, "sorry man."
"Whatever," Sami rolled his eyes and laughed. "Hey by the way, good work tonight you two."
"Thanks Sami," Becky smiled, "I tried that thing you showed me the other day."
"Yeah I saw, you did it perfectly."
"She's fantastic," Finn interrupted, smiling at her, she looked over at him and blushed a little bit.
"I'm working on it."
"Just relax, trust the training. You've had a pretty good one from what I hear." Sami nodded at Finn.
"I won't take credit for any of this," he held up his hands. "She has it. Always has."