Friday morning, she fiddled with her phone in line at the hotel's Starbucks. She had a Facebook Q+A later and was scrolling through questions on Twitter. Impatiently she craned her neck to the front of the line, several people still in front of her.

"Fancy meeting you here," came a smug voice from behind her, she turned to Seth behind her, a strained smile on his face.

"Hi there,"

"Hi," he said, almost demandingly.

"Okay I know,"

"Oh you know, do you?"

"I said I call, and I didn't."

"After saying you loved me," he said quietly.

"I know,"

"And that you'd take me back," he crossed his arms.

"I know, Seth,"

"And then you ghosted me!"

"I think that's an exaggeration, it's been 3 days."

"3 days since you said we were back together."

She sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry, let me buy you a coffee?"

"Yeah, okay," he smiled at her as the barista called next. She knew his order by now, not that it was complicated, but it was a nice gesture anyway.

Handing one to him, she looked up into those big puppy dog eyes. "I'm sorry, I should've called."

"It's alright, but we've got a lot to talk about."

"I know."

"You driving all the way to North Carolina tonight?"

"I was,"

"Don't. You have a ride."

"Alright," she sipped her coffee. "What segment are you supposed to be on tonight?"

"Probably a tag with the New Day, like we've been doing. You facing Dana again?"

"Most likely,"

"Then I'll see you after the show."

"Yeah, see you then."

He nodded and walked off, spotting Charlotte coming over in the distance.

"Hey, you ready?"

"Yeah, Bayley coming?"

"No she's with the NXT girls all day to help them out," she said as they left through the big revolving doors. "Just us and Dana tonight."

"Actually, um so about that."

"What?" Charlotte looked over confused as they slid into her rental car.

"Something came up and I made other plans. Sorry," she shrugged.

Charlotte looked over at her suspiciously, "alright."

"I know that means longer shifts, I'm sorry."

"Look," she said sternly, "I'm not gonna make you lie to me. You know I'll know."

"Yeah, I know."

"If you wanna have a secret, have a secret."

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Yeah, of course," Charlotte smirked, eyeing Sasha for a moment. "I just hope he's working for it."

XXX

Sasha waited outside the women's locker room late in the night. The show had ended with Seth's tag match with the New Day. Xavier had complained that he kept getting put into those, but it was to be expected. They'd been slowly turning Seth face, especially on the house show circuit. He'd gone to change, saying he'd be out in a few minutes. She looked around anxiously, not entirely sure if she wanted people seeing them leave together.

He came out from across the hall a few minutes later, in sweat pants and a Black and Brave tshirt.

"Hey, you waiting long?"

"No, no, just got here."

"Okay, after you," he smiled and followed her out to the parking lot. She must've been glancing around again, because as they came up on it, he laughed. "You alright there, Banks?"

"Hmm?" she glanced at him as she handed the driver her suitcase and slung her duffle over her shoulder.

"You look like you're about to rob a bank."

"Sorry," she laughed, "I guess I'm just…"

"Worried you'll get caught?" he shrugged, leading her onto the bus. "Maybe we should."

"I think that's what we're supposed to be discussing."

"You want something to eat first?" He stopped at the kitchen, "I made those power muffins you like."

"The Greek yogurt ones?"

"Yeah with the oatmeal," he tossed her one, climbing onto the couch with her.

"You spent your day off making these?"

"Shut up and eat your damn muffin will you?"

"Thank you," she laughed, taking a bite of it.

"Do you want to sneak around again?" he asked bluntly, clearly tired from the day of autograph signings and the show. "Cause I'll sneak around for you, Sash, I will."

"But you don't want to?"

"Hide that I've got the greatest girlfriend in the world? Not really, no."

"Girlfriend?" she asked with a laugh.

"Damn right, girlfriend," he was on her suddenly, his lips against hers, his hands running through her hair, pushing her against the corner of the couch. "You wanna argue that point?"

"No, not really," she lunged for another, but he pulled away.

"So do you want to be my secret girlfriend or do you wanna do this for real?"

"Seth I…"

"You don't need to explain, Sash. I'd do anything for you. I told you that."

"I know it's just…what will people say?" she leaned back, her head against the wall of the bus.

"I don't know, but fuck 'em."

"Seth," she started.

"I know I know, they're your friends, your co-workers. That's easier said than done."

"What about you?"

"They hate me for what I did to you. I don't think getting you back is gonna fix that. Or make it any worse, for that matter."

"If this doesn't work out…"

"You mean if I hurt you again."

"I didn't say that."

"It's what you meant," he rolled his eyes.

"It is not! Cut it out, I meant what I said. If this does work out, what's gonna happen?"

"I'd imagine everyone would take your side and come after me with torches and pitchforks."

"That's not fair," she crossed her arms.

"Maybe, but it's the truth, ain't it?"

"Alright I'm over this conversation, goodnight."' She moved to get up, but he caught her hand and brought her down to his lap.

"Hey," he whispered in her ear, soft and warm. "If you want to keep this a secret, we can keep it a secret." He tucked some of her purple hair behind her ear, "But if you're asking me what I think about it, the truth is I'm always going to feel like you're ashamed of being with me,"

"I'm not ashamed of you Seth," she ran her fingers through his hair, feeling her voice choke.

"This isn't an ultimatum."

"It feels like one."

"It's not. Do I want to know for sure? Of course I do. But I'm not gonna hold it against you if you tell me to keep my mouth shut."

"I didn't say that."

"What do you want, Sasha?" she'd forgotten how easily he could be aggravated by her, it was a byproduct of their intense chemistry.

"Let's just…go easy with it, you know? No need to shout it from the rooftops, it'll get around on its own."

"Yeah we were kinda shitty at keeping that secret last time, weren't we?" he laughed.

"Yeah pretty shitty. I just don't want to make a big deal about it."

"That's fine by me," he leaned in and kissed her. "C'mon time for bed."

She slipped off at his lap and then sent him a flirtatious glance over her shoulder. "For bed?"

"You heard me."

She smirked and walked ahead of him to the bedroom of the bus, exactly how she'd remembered it. The light brown comforter and forest green silken sheets, not overly personalized, but just a bit of Seth. She took her side of the bed and he didn't protest, even though he'd probably spent most of the last couple of months without having to choose. Unbuttoning her jeans, she slipped them off and folded them back in her duffle. His eyes were on her, she could tell without looking up, and she missed that burn to be perfectly honest. Lifting her shirt over her head, she caught them, locked on her as he undressed too.

"Keep that on?" he asked as she wrapped her hands around to the clasp of the bra. "Leave a little bit for me."

"To sleep?"

"Now now," he smiled smugly, lying back on his side in a pair of boxer briefs. "You knew where this was going. C'mere."

Sasha rolled her eyes but obliged, climbing onto his lap and tangling her hands in his hair.

"I like it," he said in a husky voice.

"Like what?

"This," he ran his hands over the soft triangle cups and she shuttered. "You told me I couldn't make comments that time."

"I did."

"Well now I can, and I like it. It's my favorite color."

"Your favorite color is called Fresh Sage?"

"On you it is," he pressed his lips to her and nipped it ever so slightly. It sent a shiver down her spine that she hadn't felt in a long time.

She dragged her hands down to his toned chest, running her fingertips over his pecs. But his hands were on her wrists suddenly, forcing them down.

"I don't think so," he growled and smirked at her surprised expression.

"What're you up to?"

He bit his lip, "I think, tonight you're gonna give into me."

"Oh is that right?"

"That's right. I think you're gonna be nice and let me do what I want," he slipped his hands under her bra and rubbed her with calloused fingertips.

She felt her breath catch but returned his smirk. She wasn't about to let him win easy. "And why would I do that?"

"Because when you're begging for it, oh at trust me, you'll be begging for it, we both know just how good I can give it to you." His thumbs baited her, running circles around her nipples.

"You are such a tease."

"Do as I say," he whispered in her ear. "I'll make it well worth your while."

"I can flip this on you so fast-"

"Oh but you won't. Not tonight."

She sighed, it was true. For all his talk, it wasn't like he was some god of the bedroom. But he knew what got her wound up, he knew what buttons to push, and just how hard. He knew her. Better than anyone.

"Just don't ask me to call you Heavyweight Rollins, okay? I'm embarrassed for you."

"Ha ha ha. Deal. Kiss on it?"

Leaning in for the deep kiss he offered her, she hardly even noticed him toying with her bra. The straps slid off her shoulders and his hands were wandering down the exposed skin.

"Mmm…" she closed her eyes and leaned into the feeling of his rough hands moving gently on her.

"Oh you like that, do you?"

"I'm not answering that."

"Aw I won't take it away."

"Yes, you will."

He grinned, "you're right, I will."

With that he slipped his fingertips under, there wasn't much fabric covering her in the first place. He ran circles around them again, teasing until she groaned. She could hear him cackling and hungrily found his abs with her hands.

"Uh-uh," he took a break from taunting her to push them back down. "What did I say?"

"But Seth…" she cried, trailing kisses up and down his neck, trying to tempt him. She'd forgotten how much she loved the feeling of his skin on her lips.

"This is my time baby," he whispered in her ear, "and trust me, I'm enjoying it. Are you," he grazed her nipples with his thumbs and a moan escaped her, "enjoying it?"

"Maybe…" she whispered.

A sensation ran through her entire body as she felt him pinch her between his finger and thumb. She let out a loud crying moan.

"How about now?"

"Fuck. Yes, yes just give me more."

"More?" he went back to teasing.

"Oh fuck you."

"I told you, you're gonna beg first."

She pushed into his hands and down on the bulge underneath her body.

"Ooh, that's helping your case,"

"How about this?" she pressed her lips just bellow his ear, a sensitive spot on him.

He buckled a bit underneath her, and she smiled, knowing she had him in her grasp. Pushing her upright he told her to close her eyes and she didn't fight it this time. Once she felt his lips on her cleavage, she knew it was the right call. A quick flick came under it, she gasped. Then a longer, slower lick, and for that, she moaned. He wouldn't be satisfied with it though. Her hands were running up and down his back, her defenses starting to fade. She felt his teeth nipping at her lightly and she cried out, her hands jumping to his hair. He kissed it and pulled his head away, rubbing her gently.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, her eyes fluttering open to meet his big brown ones.

"Isn't that the point?"

"You like it?"

"Yes."

"Alright, close your eyes then. I don't play favorites."

Biting her lip she did as he asked and he moved to the other side, repeating the process. First a flick, then a slow lick, and a light nibble. This time, she cried out his name, and she could feel him smiling as he kissed her. He unclasped the bra and tossed it to the side. Her lips were, on his feverishly.

"Touch me," she whispered in his ear.

"You'll be sore if I give you too much," he responded, kissing her neck as she melted. "I'll hear about it for a week."

"Then touch me somewhere else."

"Is that a command or a plea?" he teased, "cause we both know only one's gonna get you want you want."

"Seth…" she whined.

"Say it."

"Please. Please touch me."

"Why?"

She was in a huff, but the desire was too strong to let her pride stand between it.

"Because I'm yours, all yours."

"That's right," he smirked, running a hand up her thigh and rubbing once he made contact with her panties. "Oh fuck, someone's ready to go."

"You're such a little shit, Rollins," she managed, breathily.

"Shh," he rubbed in circles as she moaned and kissed his face.

Slowly, he moved her off his lap and onto the bed. Crawling on top of her, he tugged down the panties, and tangled his hands in her long hair. The heat from his body transferred onto her and she moaned, moving hers under him.

"Turn around," he whispered. "You've earned it."

"Oh shut up," she said, a smile sneaking onto his face.

"Don't lie, it's your favorite. C'mon," he tapped at her thigh and she slowly turned onto her hands and knees. "Today, Banks."

She laughed a positioned herself, her heart beating out of her chest. As he wiggled inside of her, she let out a loud cry, grasping at the sheets. He linked his arms under hers, pulling her up on her knees to meet his body.

"Oh Seth…"

"How do I feel?" he purred in her ear.

"So good…so so good,"

"Yeah?" she could hear the grin in his voice.

"Oh don't get cocky."

"Ha ha ha,"

His hands moved up to her chest, squeezing her and she pressed her ass against him in response. He kissed her neck and she brought her hand back behind her to hold on to the back of his head as they grinded against each other.

"Harder," she whispered.

"Harder?" he teased.

"Enough," she giggled, "c'mon, please?"

"I need a better angle for that, sweetheart," he pushed her back down on all fours. "Aw much better. Much better angle."

"Shut up,"

"Shh," he moved her hair to one side and leaned into her ear. "How much harder baby?"

"How about," she turned her head to look at him, best she could. "I'll tell you if it's too hard."

He bit his lip and it sent a wave through her in anticipation. His thrusts got faster and harder, his hands tangling in her hair as she met his pace and rigor. Dropping them to her shoulders, he held her tightly towards him, pounding into her. She cried out his name and that seemed to just give him motivation.

"That's right, baby," he said breathily. "Oh! Fuck."

"You alright up there?"

"Shh. Say my name again," he said with a particularly rough thrust.

"Oh is that what you want?" she teased.

He let out a growl and beat into her fast. "Say. My name."

"Oh god that's good."

"Say it," he eased up on her and she whined.

"Seth…Oh Seth…" she moaned.

"There we go," he gave it to her hard again. "And who do you love?" he teased.

"You." She rolled her eyes even though he wouldn't see.

"Say it," he purred. "I wanna hear you moan it."

"I love you," she moaned again. "I love you, Seth."

"Oh I love you too, Sasha," and as he said it she felt him shaking and coming undone behind her. He slunk down, collapsing on her back and groaned.

She giggled and pulled away, letting him fall onto the pillows, exhausted.

"Sorry," he murmured once he caught his breath. He played with the end of his hair.

"It's okay. It happens," she turned and nuzzled his nose.

He chuckled at it, and whispered, "can I do anything for you?"

"I'm exhausted," she rubbed his cheek with her thumb. "You can owe me one."

"Was it good at least?"

"It was great."

"Great?"

"It was fantastic oh my god," she laughed, rolling out of the bed to find her panties. "Your damn ego. You know you talk too much."

"Yeah well," he leaned his head back into his hands, "gets you going. Don't lie."

She slipped his tshirt over her head and crawled back next to him, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I'm glad we're doing this."

"Yeah?'

"Mhmm."

"Me too."