Chapter 15: Becky Lynch's Day Off

A/N: Think it's worth pointing out that while I love Finn and Becky as wrestlers, their fictional characters in my fictional story are...questionable. But complicated and super-flawed characters are the most fun. Are you guys rooting for them? I haven't decided if I am yet ;D. Anyway, this chapter's mostly fluff so no grabbling with complicated feelings towards The Demon today.

"Are you sure you don't want a smoothie?"

"I really don't want a smoothie," Finn responded, leaning up against the kiosk in the local mall.

"And you're not going to want to drink mine?" Becky handed the teenager behind the counter a bill, glancing over at Finn.

"You realize how much sugar they put in those things?"

Becky shrugged as she took a sip of the pink concoction, and they started walking towards a department store.

"You know ya really don't have to come in with me, I can just drop ya at the Lego store and come back in and an hour."

"No, you asked if I would go shoppin' with ya," he ran his fingers through the top of his hair, "and I said yes."

"That's actually not what ya said."

"What? I, yes it is."

"No, you said," she cleared her throat and put on a half-assed impression of his voice " 'I would love to put on real pants.' Which I took as a yes, but,"

"Aiight aiight," he said as they came upon racks and racks of formal dresses, "well someone has to hold your smoothie now huh?"

She handed it over to him and started browsing.

"What're you lookin' for?" he asked, scanning over the mass of dresses.

"Something long, preferably black."

"Long?"

"It's a black tie wedding, you wear long dresses," she pulled out one and laid it across her arm.

"It's…it's black tie?"

"Did you read your invitation?"

"Bex you should know by now I didn't read that invitation."

She sighed and pulled a few more from a rack of black dresses.

"Isn't black bad luck for a wedding or somethin'?"

"Maybe in 1965." She glanced over at him with a sly smile, he was sipping the pink smoothie. "Oy!"

"What?" he removed his lips and smiled guiltily. "How about that one?"

He nodded towards a mannequin in a strappy floor length black gown with an open back.

"Seems like your style."

"Yeah it is it's a little…" revealing. "yeah let's find it."

A few dresses later, he sat in a chair outside the dressing room, and she could hear him slurping again. She rolled her eyes as she pulled her hair to one side and slipped into the dressed he'd picked. It hugged her body, but wasn't inappropriately tight or low cut. From the front it looked almost modest, but turning around the dress highlighted her strong muscles and framed the small of her back.

"Think you picked a winner Finn." She called out to the other side of the dressing room door.

"I'm jus' that good. D'ya need a second opinion?"

She looked over her shoulder at the back again and smiled slyly to herself.

"Nah that's aiight."

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"It comes with a Batman and a Scarecrow and," Finn was chattering enthusiastically as he sipped his beer.

They sat in a booth at the mall's sports bar much later in the day, their shopping bags taking up a seat themselves. Becky smiled at him as he told her about the Lego set he had purchased after deciding shoe shopping was his limit.

"Can they fly the helicopter?"

"Well, sure but, you wouldn't want Scarecrow to fly the helicopter now would ya?" he said earnestly, making her grin.

"I'm glad you're excited."

"Yeah well, I gotta have somethin' to entertain myself once you're gone."

"Finn," she said softly, but he shook his head.

"I'll be fine. Oh look, food."

The waiter approached their table with two plates of burgers and two towers of fries.

"What were you sayin' 'bout all the crap in that smoothie again?" she teased.

" 'Ey now, this is turkey and those are sweet potato fries. They're healthy."

"They're not. But they're delicious." She reached over the table and grabbed one. He protested but slumped into his seat.

His phone buzzed as he took a bite of his turkey burger. He looked over at it and furrowed his brow.

"What?" she asked after finishing a bite of hers.

"Xavier says 'have you seen twitter?'"

He wiped his hands on a napkin and clicked the icon with one finger. She watched his eyes as he scrolled, still puzzled.

"Everyone's been tweetin' at me about your photo shoot?"

She felt her face flush. "Uh they did one of those 'days off' things with me a few weeks ago. Ya know the kind, sexy pajamas around the hotel room." She rolled her eyes a bit.

"Right, why's everyone askin' me about it?" He looked up at her and took another bite. She shook her head.

He clicked the link on his screen and pushed it to the middle of the table. Her heart sped up a bit seeing the first photo in the album. Her lounging around the hotel room in super short 70's style shorts and wrapped in a waterfall cardigan. It was one of those shoots where they'd tell her to be 'natural but also sexy.'

"Not any worse than the bikini shoots they've had me do," she shrugged and returned to her meal, deciding that the internet just thought it was funny to make sure he'd see it.

"Yeah, I mean, you look great," he nodded, but kept flipping through the album. A few photos in his eyes lit up and he said, "oh."

"Oh?" she glanced over but he'd picked up the phone to get a better look. "What's oh?"

"I see." He was blushing and a grin had broken out on his face.

"What is it?" Now she was the one with a furrowed brow and a puzzled look.

"No it's, it's not a big deal, it's just this shirt," he laughed as he turned around his phone.

This shot was without the cardigan, and she wore an, admittedly slightly skimpy, white Adventure Time tank top over a black bra. Instantly she realized what everyone was talking about.

"They wanted something to show my personality," she dismissed it, trying not to turn red. "A fan sent me that from their Etsy shop."

"Yeah it's jus'…it's a Finn." His dorky smile wouldn't go away.

"Ya don't have the market cornered on the name Finn."

"It's just funny."

"Eat your fries or I'll eat them for you."

He put down his phone and picked at them, the smile not gone from his face.

"How many people noticed that?" she asked quietly.

"A lot." He smirked again.

"Great."

"Oh c'mon. Coulda been a Seth shirt or a Kevin shirt. I'm not that bad am I?" he said, taking one last bite of his burger.

She let a little smile creep onto her face. "Suppose not."

He started flipping through the album again.

"What now?" Becky asked as the waiter came to clear their plates.

"Nothin', jus' wanted to see the rest of the photos." He shrugged and pushed the phone towards her on the table. "They came out well."

She reached into her bag for her wallet, but didn't take her eyes off his face as he browsed through photos of her in the tight-fitting outfit. Reading with a coffee, ordering room service, gazing out the window. His expression gave nothing away, though she thought she saw his eyes light up every now and then. A bit of pink had risen into his cheek, that was for sure.

Towards the end of the album, there were a few pictures of her stretching on the floor of the hotel room. He paused on one, a deep lunge leaning over her right knee. She remembered rolling her eyes a bit as she looked down at what was spilling over her tank top. It wasn't a huge amount, just enough. That's how these photo shoots usually would go. Her head was tilted and her hair was cascading down one shoulder in loose curls. A coy smile was on her face, one of the other girls had shown her how they made that perfect expression.

He let out a low whistle and she felt the blood rush to her face. Her eyes shot up to his, expecting to see The Demon looking back at her. She didn't find that, instead Finn had blushed himself and smiled toothily.

"Sorry… you look really great, Bex, ya should be excited about these. You'll want those photos when you're 80 and tryin' to remember your glory days."

"Excuse you," she smiled, but her heart beat wouldn't relent, "I'm a be the hottest 80 year old."

"I'm not doubtin' it," he threw up his hands, but the red hadn't faded from his cheeks either. She wondered if that whistle had slipped out by accident.