"Wait, you mean to tell me you bring your PS4 on the road with you? Like all the time?" you asked, stuffing a piece of pizza into your mouth.

Roman pressed the PSN button and flicked through the menu to find his game. "Uh, yeah. A lot of the guys do. Sometimes it gets boring when we're on the road. And it's nice to take out our aggression on something else other than each other. Do you play?"

"Well," you said in between bites. "I mostly like RPG's, and i don't really play FPS's or MMORPG's. I'll play some fighting games but i'm horrible at racing games."

"Ok, I don't really know what any of those letters stand for but alright."

You laughed and wiped your face of sauce. "RPG is role playing games, like Assassin's Creed. MMORPG is Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Games like World of Warcraft. FPS is First Person Shooter, like Call of Duty. But i'm assuming you're one of those guys that plays sports games huh? Like Madden?"

"Yeah...I didn't expect you to be like a video game nerd. Impressive." he replied loading up his football game.

"And I should've known that you were a major dudebro when it comes to video games." You chuckled and grabbed another napkin. "You have sauce in your beard. Let me get it."

Roman nudged his chin in your direction but never took his eyes off his game. You carefully wiped away the left over sauce from the course hairs and sat next to him on the hotel bed. The pizza was torn apart by then, the box tossed to the side. You wiped the crumbs off the bed before turning to Roman.

"Thanks for taking care of me. I never expected anyone to be this nice to a rookie."

"We were all rookies once. We have to take care of each other. And i don't mind taking care of you."

You smiled, feeling your heart get all warm and gooey with lovey feelings. Stupid sexy cute bastard. Why did he have to say all those nice things to you? Probably because he was actually one of the nicest guys on the roster. You watched him play for a bit, noticing that signature snarl he made when he was upset or the lopsided grin he put on when he scored a touchdown. It was almost relaxing to see him be himself rather then the cold badass he portrayed on tv. You laid back when he was done playing and watched him get ready for bed. He changed into some shorts but left his shirt off (thankfully)

Those tattooes drove you wild as your eyes made their way down the expanse of his arm. "Is that like...a family thing? Your tattoes? Jimmy and Jey have them, so does Dwayne."

"Yeah, it's a lot to do with history and where we came from. But it's a long story and I'm wayyyyy too tired to explain to you right now. Maybe tomorrow."

He pulled his hair out of its bun and let the black waves cascade down his shoulders and back.

Your loins ached in that moment and your fingers imagined themselves buried deep in those gorgeous locks. The soft sigh he let out when he relaxed into bed almost wanted to make you pounce on him right then and there. Jesus, did he know what he was capable of doing to a girl? You groan and rolled your head away from the sight. Tomorrow was a new day and without training you wondered what you would do. The thoughts helped you drift into sleep and ignore the loud snores coming from the body beside you.

_You could feel his big tongue working it's way inside you, while his strong hands pushed apart your thighs even further. He was deep, hungry, carving you out like he couldn't get enough. You gripped his thick hair tightly, never wanting him to part from your body.

"Roman," you exhaled, arching you back up to find ways to get closer to him if possible. He grunted, moving his lips to suck on your swollen clit. You could barely stand it. You wanted him inside you, no, you NEEDED him inside you. You craved it and you wouldn't stop until you got what you wanted.

"It's time to wake up, baby girl." he looked up momentarily to smirk at you, your essences glistening in his beard.

"No, fuck me. No waking up." you moaned, pulling him closer.

"No, seriously. Wake up. You've been moaning for the past 2 minutes." A hard shove and you were jolted out of the best dream you've had in awhile.

"W-what?" You opened your eyes to see Seth hovering above you.

"You were moaning in your sleep, moaning Roman's name." He smirked at you. "Thinking about his big dick?"

You grunted as you sat up in bed. Your underwear was soaked through, making it rather uncomfortable. You'd be needing a cold shower before anything else today.

"Your hand was also up your shirt. You might want to fix that." Seth nodded towards your exposed breast. You gasped and quickly pulled your shirt down.

"What the hell are you doing here anyway? Where's Roman?"

"Well he's off training. Today is my day off so he asked me to look after you. He gave me the key so I let myself in and then you were all moaning and whatnot. Get ready. I found a beauty supply place and we're going to get bleach for my hair." he answered.

"Alright...alright. Just please don't mention that I had a dream about Roman. Please. It's embarassing."

You got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom.

Seth sat on the bed and waited. Once he was sure you were gone he adjusted the bulge that had been growing in his tight jeans. The way she moaned...fuck.

_"I want my jacket back sometime soon you know." Seth crossed his arms and looked at the aisle full of hair dye.

"Today is not the day Seth. Today I shall embrace your jacket's warmth and look cool while doing it. Here it is." You picked up a box of bleach and showed it to him.

"It comes in a box? I always got mine in a bucket. or one of those little packets. What kind is this?"

"Well it's a gentler bleach that has argan oil in it to help keep your hair soft and pretty. I know you don't really care about that but I do. And i'm going to use it since I'll be doing your hair. Get some of those orange undertones out."

You grabbed a bottle of creme developer and headed to the counter. "I'm kind of hungry, how about you?"

Seth pulled out his credit card. "Yeah, same here. Want to get lunch with me?"

Was that him asking you out on a date or just being friendly? You couldnt exactly tell but if he was going to pay for it, why the hell not.

"Hmm, i'll see if my schedule is clear." You said, jokingly.

"Shut up, you know you're stuck with me for the whoooolllleee day. SO get used to it." He took the bag and signed for his purchase.

"I could get used to it if you weren't wearing a shirt. Give me something nice to look at."

"Oh, really? Well when it isn't 40 fucking degrees outside I might take you up on that offer." He chuckled then grabbed your hand. "Let's go find us a place to eat."

You looked down at your intwined hands and wondered why you were letting him drag you along. But holding his hand seemed really nice and for some reason you didn't want to stop.