RAW, May 18th
Richmond, Virginia
They've both retained their titles, though Ary with less help from outside interference when compared to Colby.
It's 6PM and Ary has her legs thrown across Colby's lap and her head on his shoulder as they sit in silence. She's massaging his hands with a soothing cream that's supposed to help with torn, blistered skin. If it hurts, Colby doesn't say anything.
She inches her head forward to press a kiss against his neck, but knows that she can't do much more because of the constant presence of cameras that might just pick it up.
Ary shifts, moves so that she's straddling his waist, and pushes her fingers through his fluffy hair as she kisses him.
"You know how much you mean to me, yeah?" She breathes against his mouth.
Colby's dark eyes are hooded, but he grins and wraps his arms around her waist. "I have an idea…"
Humming her approval, she bends to kiss him once more before getting off him completely. They have a promo to shoot, of course, and they need to go do that now — as well as welcome back Stephanie.
—
Ary waits at the curtains, rolls her shoulders back. She's not wrestling tonight, so she's wearing dark ripped jeans, heeled Timberlands, her usual red sleeveless hoodie.
When her cue is given, Ary prances into the room. Stephanie, Hunter, Kane, J&J Security, Seth… they're all there. They look at her like she's lost, but Seth's smile gives away the fact that he's happy she's there.
"Ary-"
"Couldn't help but, uh, watch your win last night, Seth," Ary interrupts, smirk heavy on her face. She turns to Kane, then to the married couple. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think that mommy and daddy didn't trust you to get the job done, that they had to take out an insurance policy that goes by the name of J&J Gremlins and the big, retired, out of shape chihuahua here."
Kane growls at Ary, and Stephanie and Hunter don't look impressed. Actually, none of them do. She swiftly takes the bottle of champagne out of Seth's hands and sniffs it, blanching at the smell, and turns it upside down to pour out onto the ground. And now they all look mad.
"But hey, that's none of my business, right?" Ary laughs and widens her eyes, shrugs her shoulders. "I mean, what right do I have coming in here and running my mouth? But, you know, you did curb stomp me through the mat… power-bomb me through a table… attack me with kendo sticks… I dunno, Seth, you really want me to join the Authority, don't you? Diva's Champion and WWE World Heavyweight Champion, working together as the future of the WWE!"
She throws her arm up, almost whacks Kane in the face. "I can see it now, sold out arenas, screaming fans… And I can also see myself breaking your weak, pathetic spine with a steel chair."
Seth is glowering at her, the boys behind him posed to attack. "Anyway, enjoy your night."
—
They're in the middle of their 'Architect of a Dream' celebration, talking Seth Rollins up like he's their own son. Kane's in charge of organising a little video dedication, but he doesn't know that Ary has completely changed it.
So just before he points at the screen, she struts out with the Diva's Championship belt fastened around her waist, and she's got this little smirk on her face because she can't wait to see everyone's reaction.
She forgoes her entrance and plays with the microphone in her hands, stays up on the stage and waits for the crowd to die down.
"Seth Rollins, best for business?" Ary laughs and paces the stage slowly, her long brown hair falling over her tanned shoulders.
"Ary Hale, you have no business being out here," Seth hisses with the mic at his lips. "This is the celebration, Architect of a Dream, this is for me!"
"Oh, but it's only fair that I show my gratitude as well, right?" Ary shrugs at the fans who are cheering for her, but a lot of them are wondering where she's going with this. "That little video that you put together Kane? Well, hate to break it to you, but it just wasn't up to scratch. I took the courtesy of personally adding a few clips in, just to show how thankful I am that Seth Rollins has taken the time out of his life to try and ruin mine."
She turns around and motions at the screen, and then the lights in the arena go dark as the focus is put on the massive titantron behind her.
It starts out with the outline of Seth's body, Hunter's voiceover booming through the arena. She hasn't really changed much, but her part comes at the end.
When the lyrics to the hard hitting background song say "let the wolf out", the titantron is covered in a static, snowy noise pattern. Then, her voice is all the arena can hear; "Seth, you don't even own that championship around your waist; the Authority does. You're their own little puppet… you don't even own yourself."
The screen changes to show Ary holding him in Hells Gate, his face contorting in pain, Hunter's face red in anger, and then it switches again to show her driving the kendo stick into his back over and over again. Then, she was slamming her hand into the mat three times for the pin that Randy had picked up over Seth a couple of weeks ago.
Her face fills the titantron then, smirk heavy as she stares down the camera lens. "As your Diva's Champion, I'm not going to sit by and watch some spoilt brat waltz around this company like he owns it."
The view pans to the left and the crowd screams as they see the man standing next to her, smirking and chewing gum.
"You see, Dean Ambrose and I now have a common enemy. You stabbed him in the back in a deal with the devil, you called him a business partner. You want a business deal, Seth Rollins? This is how it's done."
The image on the large screen above Ary's head slowly fades to black, and when the lights come back on to the sound of his music, Dean Ambrose is standing next to her with an arm thrown across her shoulder. The pop for him is so loud she can't hear herself think.
Ary hands her microphone to Dean Ambrose and together they walk down to the ring.
"You've got a hellova lotta nerve to come in this ring with all of us in here," Stephanie deadpans, glaring at both her and the man standing next to her.
Dean laughs, drops his arm from Ary's shoulder as she moves to lean back against the ropes. "Sorry I'm late to this little love fest, I was out looking for the perfect Justin Bieber album for Seth."
And when a Justin Bieber chant sounds, Ary can't help but cackle.
"But I couldn't find one, so instead what I'm gonna do for this little celebration… I'm gonna give you another opportunity for a match with me." He pauses, looks back over his shoulder and shares a dimple smirk with Ary. "So long as, y'know, the WWE World Heavyweight Championship is on the line."
Seth laughs at him, steps forward. "What don't you understand, Ambrose? This is my moment, alright? No business deal with a wolf can get you your match, this is for me, Seth Rollins, Architect of a Dream! However, it seems to me that you're the one who is dreaming if you think you can get another shot at my title. I told ya! You're at the back of the line with Roman Reigns and Randy Orton, a'right?"
Rocking forwards on the balls of his feet, Dean lifts the microphone to his mouth once more. "Yeah, unfortunately, I'm a notorious line jumper." He pauses and his voice drops, enunciating each word slowly. "I want my championship match… or else."
"Who do you think you are, coming into this ring and making demands?" Stephanie looks over her shoulder at the champion. "Seth's right, you've done nothing to earn yourself a WWE World Heavyweight Championship match, as a matter of fact you lost just last night."
Ary quickly steps forward and raises a microphone — that one of the stagehands had slipped into her hand — to her mouth.
"Actually, Stephanie, I think you'll find that tweedle-dee, tweedle-dumb and cheese-puff chihuahua over there," Ary motions to the J&J boys and then Kane, "are behind Seth's win."
"You should learn to hold your tongue, Miss Hale," Stephanie hisses. "But I tell you what, Dean, Seth is a fighting champion. And he won't be intimidated by your threats." She taps his chest, smiling victoriously. "Seth, get'im!"
Ary quickly moves to the turnbuckles as the Authority step backwards. The brawl is quick to break out, but J&J are quick to jump in, and the altercation moves outside the ring. She stands back and watches with a grin as Dean takes on all three, as Dean slips off the black sheet that's covering the cinder blocks beside the announcers table.
"Stephanie, it's uncanny how what goes around comes back around, isn't it?" Ary says as Dean pulls Seth down onto the blocks, chair above his head in a threat to Seth's safety. "Your precious little Architect of a Dream is about to have his head caved in, Stephanie, so how about you reconsider your answer?"
"No, no, no, no, no, no! Stop!" Stephanie is screaming down the mic and the only thing Ary can do is laugh. "Stop!" Dean fakes a move, and Stephanie finally gives in. "Alright, fine, listen, listen! Let him go- let him go and we'll give you the WWE World Heavyweight Championship match! Let him go and you got it, you got it! Let him go! Let him go!"
And as soon as Dean gets what he wants, things refuse to go in his favour. He's outnumbered and suffers because of it, eventually falling victim to a curb stomp from the man he'd just threatened.
Ary hasn't moved from her spot though. She's leaning against the turnbuckle and Seth turns on her, lips pulled back in a snarl. He points at her, takes a threatening step forwards, and Ary lifts the mic to her lips.
"What you gonna do, Rollins? Stomp my head into the mat?" She laughs at him and slips out, launches over the barricades. "It's not the first time Ambrose has been beaten up, it's not the last time he'll be beaten up, and when Elimination Chamber rolls around, I'm sure he'll be more than happy to return the favour. Enjoy your nightmares, Rollins, because they'll be like dreams to me."
—
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?"
Ary smiles up at Jon and pulls Colby in closer to her chest. He's snoring gently in the spacious car they'd hired out, and Renee is sleeping in the front seat. Jon is at the wheel, singing along softly to an 80s radio station he'd found, and that left the two of them awake.
"I love being a rebel with a cause," she laughs quietly. "It's awesome."
He hums his approval, but his eyes signify that he's not really wanting to talk to her about the show. She purses her lips, raises an eyebrow at him.
"Your dad…" Jon looks back at the road and his shoulders raise in a shrug. "Colby didn't really say much, but I get what's happening, Ary. I'm so sorry that we can't do anythin' to help, but I'm more sorry that you have to be here, without him."
Her smile is soft. "Colby's given me a lot of space over the past twenty-four hours. He's not pushing me, he's letting me think about it. I'm so, so lucky to have him in my life, Jon, and you too, and I don't know what I would do or how I would survive without you guys supporting me." She takes a deep breath, looks out the window and into the darkness. "I've seen Padre when he's like this, and if this is what the rest of his life is going to be like… maybe it is time to say goodbye, y'know?"
Jon drops the conversation there, and Ary smiles at him in appreciation. They're travelling to Norfolk and it's a long drive, but they'd rather get there at 3am and have a couple little naps here and there then try and drive in morning traffic.
Dropping a kiss on Colby's head, Ary gently rests her head on the window and peers out into the darkness.
When she goes to Monterey on Wednesday morning, she knows exactly what she's going to do. Her father is old, much older than her mom, and he's lived a full life. And she has to respect his choices as well.
"If I become a vegetable, Ary, you listen to me; you turn it off and you let me go, okay?" He'd said to her before she'd left for the road. "You and Suzy, you won't always have me around, so you gotta be ready for it, you hear me?"
And now it's happening. And Ary can't even begin to imagine her life without him. But she's gonna have to learn how to cope real fast, recognises that.
Colby's hand tightens in hers and she smiles down at her man. He's so gentle, so perfect for her, just enough of a nerd and a music freak, just enough of a fitness nut. Like how a final piece fits in a puzzle, that's how she feels about Colby. He was it. He's her everything.
—
By the time Ary wakes up the next morning, wanting to get ready to hit the gym and get some breakfast, she's had three hours of sleep. If that.
But that's the life on the road and Ary knew what she was singing up to when she placed her signature at the bottom of that contract three years ago. And the plus side is that she gets to wake up to the hottest piece of ass next to her every single day without fail.
Ary shifts in the hotel bed, throws a leg over one of Colby's. She presses her lips against his toned shoulder and gazes up at his sleepy face with heated eyes. He's still fast asleep, snoring softly, and Ary shifts her hips against the side of his body.
"Baby," she breathes slowly, "Colby…"
Ary grinds up into his side again and drags a hand down over his briefs, softly groping the growing erection. He groans and lifts a hand to drag it down over his face, the peeks an eye open to stare at Ary.
"Ary," he murmurs, breath still slow and heavy.
"Morning, sleepy head," Ary drawls, lifts on her elbow to press a tantalising kiss against his lips.
"All I heard there was head."
Ary glares at him softly and reaches up further to kiss along his stubbled jaw, but his arms snake around her hips and he shifts her on-top of him. Messy dark hair topples over Ary's shoulders and the light streaming through the window catches on a few strands, ignites them in a dark brown. Tanned hands planted on his chest, she rolls her hips backwards.
"I'm awake, I'm awake," Colby almost surrenders, but he's smirking as well — he enjoys being woken by Ary's sex drive.
She presses down into his body and kisses him again, slow, lazy, sensual, tongue and lip biting until Colby is hard and full against her ass and his face is pulling into a frown. Her bare breasts are pushed against the soft hair of his chest and Colby sighs into her mouth as she shifts into another roll.
Calloused hands move to grip Ary's ribs, rough thumbs brushing along the curve of her chest as she arched into his touch.
He moaned as she bit down on his lip again and then he flipped them, rushing the breath from Ary's lungs in a quick movement of limbs and exploring hands. Quickly, Colby situates a pillow under her hips, knows that she experiences a better orgasm with the adapted position, and Ary can feel her toes curling in anticipation of what's to come.
But Colby's mouth is still against hers in an open-mouthed, gasping kiss.
Their bodies are moving into a haze of pleasure, her hips rocking up into his brief-clad crotch, his rough hand cupping her breast and rolling a nipple between his fingers. Ary moans loudly into his mouth as he jolts his hips into hers harshly.
Both of their under garments are gone very quickly and with a ground-shaking thrust, Seth is buried deep inside of Ary and her eyes are rolling back in pleasure. He hooks an elbow around the bend of her knee and pulls her long leg up, the new position pushing his thrusts deeper into her body.
Ary's voice is trembling with his name, the word coming out over and over again as his hand reaches down to rub her clit, and Colby's head falls into the dip of her shoulder as she tangles her fingers in the blonde streak of his hair. The long stubble along his jaw tickles and scratches skin, adds a whole new layer of feeling to comprehend. Her breath is coming out in pants and she doesn't even think she can last much longer when Colby's teeth sink into the muscle at her neck.
Her whole body is overtaken with a vocal orgasm, legs quivering, eyes screwed shut and mouth dropped open. Colby takes the opportunity to drive his mouth down into hers, kisses her through the blinding climax.
When he finishes, he rolls off of her and pulls her on top of him, arms wrapping tightly around her waist and face complacent and blissful.
He looks like a God. Hard and sculpted in all the right places, beard which is scratchy yet soft at the same time, hair fluffy and messy and unbrushed, chocolate brown eyes which stare at her like she's his everything.
"I love you," Ary breathes into his neck as she drops her head.
"Love you too, bub."
realised i haven't done a scene between these two since like chapter four or something crazy, so here we go :)
also im super sorry about the time it took to get out, i haven't really been feeling this story lately and im pedantic when it comes to writing, so i just left it until it felt right. my gran-uncle passed away last week and it made it very difficult to write this, so i might just skip one of the scenes i had planned for the next chapter, don't know yet.
a HUGE thank-you to the commenters - Raquel the writer (you're the bomb), Bajor10 (probably going to try and include that in the next chapter:) ), Khaaaaaaan (HE'S SUCH A CUTIE I LOVE HIM TO BITS), Seth rollins babe (you're awesome), and my guest reviewer (always amazing! i am a flawless pug and so is this story :3)
if you're interested, chuck a look to my twitter (i dont really post about my stories but im cool(sometimes)) flawlesspug, and check-out my Dean/OC fic (centred around the shield boys as well).