Chapter 6: A Secret

"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked, his voice was so thick that it was all she could focus on.

"Out of here?" Her eyes widened, "you're…you're…"

"I'm somethin' inside of Finn that he can't reach on his own. I'm no demon, I am Finn."

"You are not Finn!"

"Did that kiss feel like Finn?" He raise an eyebrow, taunting her.

She was at a loss for words. Running her fingers through her hair she said, "I can't…"

"Course you can love. If you're waitin' for him to kiss ya like that, you'll be waitin' a long time. He won't let himself 'ave you. He'll let you hurt and cry over 'im and suffer before he'll let himself succumb to that temptation."

There were tears in her eyes now, and she looked away.

"I won't tell." He said softly.

"What?" She glared at him.

"If that's what you're afraid of, Finn, the other part of Finn, finding out. I won't tell him."

She looked at him hard for a while, a thousand thoughts running through her brain. "Okay."

In Finn's hotel room, she found herself pushing against his lips again. His kisses were rough and demanding. This other part of him, whatever it was, wanted her, and wasn't afraid to make sure she knew it. So she let herself believe that she was what Finn wanted too. Maybe on his worst days when all the success in the world just wasn't quite enough, he wanted her. Tonight, that's where the Demon came in.

Laying on top of him, it felt right letting his lips fight with hers, letting his hands run up and down her body. That heat she had often felt when he stood too close or whispered in her ear, it finally was satisfying, filling her up every movement of his hips and hands. His hands lingered across her bum, and she giggled, breaking their kiss for a moment. He grinned back at her, that wild look in his eye, and took the opportunity to flip her onto her back. She closed her eyes and let herself melt away as he began to undo the buttons of her jeans.

For a moment his hands flirted with the hem of her scalloped tank top, he waited for her to meet his gaze. When she did, he smirked and in that thick, horse voice said,

"if this is what you want."

"He's what I want."

The Demon raised an eyebrow, but took it as a yes, and pulled the silky shirt over her head. This was as close and she was going to get, and they both knew it. She pulled him into another deep kiss, and let her hands find their way under his t-shirt. Best shape of his life all right. He moved down to the nape of her neck, sending electricity up and down her body as his lips teased her.

"Finn…" She murmured only half-aware, The Demon didn't mind.

They'd only been done a minute, wrapped up in the sheets and breaking out in cool sweats. Becky ran her fingers through her messy hair, gasping a deep breath, and feeling her face flushed and a massive smile form ear to ear. She looked over at him, the last bits of his paint that hadn't been sweated off stuck to corners of his body and face.

He turned to look at her too, "You should go."

"Sorry?"

"I can't keep 'im out much longer. If he wakes up here, next to you, naked, what do ya think he's gonna do?"

He was right. She didn't need to tell him, he knew it. She searched the bed and the floor for her jeans, her tank top, and her underwear. Getting dressed, she was sure his eyes were on her, but he didn't say a word. As she reached down to buckle her wedges, her hair fell to one side, and she felt him come up to lightly kiss the other side of her neck. She froze for a second, squeezing her eyes closed and shuddering at how good it felt.

"He doesn't know what he's missin'" The Demon whispered in her ear before rolling back into his bed and watching her leave the hotel room.

In the morning Sasha was waiting in the hotel lounge, with two coffees and bagels. She was swiping at her phone, and super focused on the screen. Becky approached her, dragging her rolling luggage behind.

"There a Jigglypuff in here?"

"Pikachu actually," She looked up from her phone with a furrowed brow, "hey what happened to you last night? I thought you'd wanna celebrate Finn's new title."

"Well…" She looked around nervously. The last thing she wanted was to hide this from Sasha, but it couldn't get around. "You have to promise me you won't tell anyone."

"Tell them what? Bex."

"Swear on Team Bae!"

"On Team Bea. Just tell me." She took a long sip of her coffee, "you're making me nervous."

"Ya know that Demon thing Finn does?"

"Yeah I'm not that blind," Sasha fidgeted with her thick-rimmed glasses.

"It's not just a gimmick, it's really happenin'."

"Like, he's possessed by the devil?"

"No…like, see Finn's so disciplined, he's so in control at all times , that I think the only way he can do some of those things, like what it takes to win a match like that, he has to tap into the part o' him that's undisciplined, and out o' control."

"Yeah okay, I remember that from NXT, he said he wasn't afraid to let his inner demon out." She wiggled her fingers when she said the words 'inner demon'

"Right."

"Sorry, I'm lost. What does this have to do with last night?"

"He called it last night, that's what the paint does, helps him find that part of himself. It lets The Demon take over," she sipped her coffee and took a deep breath. "And it didn't leave right after the match."

"You talked to it? Wait, does it speak?"

"Yeah and," She looked at her best friend's puzzled face. Was she was really going to say this out loud? "He kissed me."

"The Demon?"

"Yeah, The Demon."

"Holy shit."

"And well," she brought her coffee to her lips.

"There's more?" Sasha looked stunned.

"He took me to bed." She sipped the coffee, not wanting to make eye contact. Sasha waited until she did.

"Beg pardon?"

"I know."

"That's insane."

"I know."

"Does Finn, like real Finn, know that happened?"

"I don't think so…but…" She started to pick at her bagel, "he explained that The Demon isn't immoral, he said he would never hurt me, and he was so sure o' it. I think that might mean he wouldn't do anythin' that Finn doesn't actually want to do, deep down."

"I think that's what you want to believe," said Sasha quietly, Becky shrugged. "Hey look alive."

She nodded over to the counter across the room where Finn was ordering. He made his way over to the two of them with a large green tea in his hand.

"Morning ladies."

"Hey Finn," Sasha smiled, "congrats last night! I wish I got to celebrate with you. Where'd you go?"

Becky shot her a side eye, but Finn didn't notice, he sat down next to Becky and ran his fingers through his wet hair.

"Ha that's, yeah. Actually Bex was I with you last night?"

"With me? No, nope, I was with Sasha, we didn't see you."

"Yeah," Sasha nodded, redeeming herself, "Becky was with me, we went to Willamsburg."

"Right," he chuckled, " o' course you did."

"You don't remember last night?" Becky asked, nervously, "Anythin' at all?"

"Musta gotten blackout drunk, wherever I was."

"I'll ask around for you," Sasha offered, "but I gotta get running, press conference. Have a good drive Bex." They hugged and Sasha stood up from her chair, "I'll see you tonight Finn."

"See ya," he said looking down at his tea. When she was gone he groaned, "uuuuugh."

"What's up? We both know ya weren't black out drunk, you musta just stayed Demon for longer."

"Yeah I know I just…"

"You said it's been happenin' a lot." She tried to reassure him.

"It has, but, I don't usually wake up naked in my hotel room, with the sheets all mussed up and the bed smellin' like perfume."

"That…that's what happened?" Her pulse quickened. Did he know her perfume? They lived together how could he not? Unless he thought all perfume smelled the same, which was possible. Or he could be testing her, hoping she'd fess up. Maybe you should…

"Yeah." He sighed, "I just really hope it wasn't a hooker this time."

"What? You're kidding."

"Wish I was. Look," he leaned in with a concerned glimmer in his eyes "The Demon, it's lustful… it doesn't think about consequences it just…takes what it wants."

"What he wants or what you want?"

"Are you accusin' me of wanting to sleep with prostitutes?"

"Well how 'bout it?"

"Becky that's crazy. I am not The Demon, The Demon is not me, it wants what it wants and I 'ave no control over it."

She felt her stomach drop. How could she tell him now? I won't tell she remembered The Demon saying slyly last night. It could be their secret…