A/N: quick warning just in case, sex scene at the end contains (almost comically light) bondage. If that isn't your jam you can probably skip over it (TL;DR they have sex wow) and the athletic tape may not make an appearance again :)

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It was one of her few true days off, they were rare now that she was a major brand ambassador. Sasha never thought she'd be so excited to do laundry. But there she was, in a sports bra and shorts, and surrounded by warm clean clothes on her bed on a Thursday night.

Her phone buzzed with an incoming Facetime from Seth. She smiled and accepted, his eager face coming up on her screen. He coughed and tried to hide it.

"Hey Sash,"

"Hey hold on," she popped the phone into her iHome on the bedside table. "Can you see me okay?"

"Oh I can see you just fine,' his voice was thick.

She rolled her eyes, "I wrestle in less."

"I know," he was smirking.

"Did you have a point?"

"Yeah actually," he smiled and adjusted his thick frame glasses. She liked those, never really got to see them. "Friday we start the WrestleMania Tour,"

"Uh huh," she glanced over, folding yet another Legit Boss tshirt.

"So we're gonna be on the road a lot."

"Yeah,"

He bit his lip, he hated it when she made him do the asking. "You wanna come along with me?"

She laughed, "yeah alright."

"Good. Cancel your hotel room."

"You cancel yours," she retorted.

"Alright, I'll cancel mine." Seth looked over his shoulder, shouting towards someone in the background, she could just make it out. "You just waltzing into my house now?"

"Shut up," Brandon came into view of Seth's phone, "I came to pick up Kevin." He paused as he leaned on the back of the sofa behind Seth. "Hey Sasha."

"Hi Brandon, how're ya?"

"Good, good," he smiled sweetly, but Seth was easily annoyed.

"Oy. Don't stare."

Brandon looked over at Seth and laughed. Returning his gaze to Sasha he said, "he's so jealous."

"Don't I know it," she laughed.

"Here," he said to Seth, "you go get Kevin together. I'll entertain your girlfriend."

Seth pulled the phone out of his reach. "No, I'll just call her back,"

"Oh c'mon, go," Brandon pushed him playfully. "I won't steal your girl."

"Fine," he grumbled, "I'll just be a minute."

"Yeah yeah," she laughed as he handed her over to Brandon.

"How's it going?" He asked, taking Seth's seat on the sofa.

"Pretty good, got my day off, no contacts no makeup. It's great."

"Oh yeah, Seth loves those days, no contacts no makeup," they both laughed and he looked over his shoulder, "hey listen. I know how Seth can be,"

"Yeah, me too."

"I've seen it since the first time he kissed a girl,"

"Jenna."

"Yeah...yeah, it was Jenna. That's not important, I'm saying he can be a bit of a self-sabotaging idiot. But I've also seen how much he can love when he's not getting in his own way. So I just want you to know that your faith isn't wasted on him."

"Yeah," she smiled at the screen, "I know that."

"I'm really glad it's you. You're good for him."

"He's good for me. Some days."

Brandon laughed, "he'll get his shit together. Is he bringing you round here anytime soon?"

"You'd have to ask him."

"Ask me what? Seth was in the background again, the little Yorkie in his arms and a bag of stuff on his shoulder.

"You bringing her home? As your girlfriend this time?"

Seth was fully in the frame again, looking off to the side. "Maybe after Mania."

"I'd like that." She said, glancing back.

"Me too," he smiled at her. "I gotta finish up packing for tomorrow, I'll see you in Jersey?"

"See you,"

"Alright. I love you."

Her eyes flickered up. He hadn't said it before like that. A simple fact. He was waiting on her, she could see it all over his face.

"I love you too."

XXX

Friday night he caught her eye at catering and smiled. She nodded for him to come over, and though he hesitated because of who she was sitting with, he made his way back there with his dinner.

"Hey guys,"

"Seth," Xavier said, keeping his tone measured.

"How's it going champ? You gonna bring that title home to Up Up Down Down at Mania?" asked Big E as he took a bite of the chicken dish.

"We'll have to see," he bit his lip. Something big was coming. "SmackDown won the Rumble, that's the only reason I'm in the conversation right now."

"Big Match John can't be denied," she said.

"Think he'll get 16?"

"Probably, his clock is winding down," Kofi commented, "you younglings don't know how hard it can be at our age."

"Yeah well, Kevin and I will put on a good showing."

"I'm looking forward to it," Sasha nodded.

"Thanks," he smiled at her and she felt her face flush.

The boys started talking about how they were set to drop the belts to The Club. It wasn't a secret, it'd been leaked by someone backstage about a month ago. WWE thought about swerving, but the fact was their time was up. Engrossed in the conversation, she felt something on her back. His arm had been leaning on the back of her chair, and now his hand was playing with the end of her ponytail. So much for subtle. She glanced around, Kofi and Big E hadn't noticed, but Xavier was in the perfect spot, and his eyes had narrowed on Seth. Sasha sent Seth a side-glance and he dropped it, he knew better than to push her.

A while later, they'd finished their dinner and Seth looked down at his phone.

"I gotta get changed, opener tonight."

"Alright, good luck," she smiled.

"Kofi, Woods, E, good seeing you guys,"

He paused, looking down at Sasha, maybe waiting for her to give the green light to kiss in front of them. She didn't, but she also didn't mind when he smiled at her specifically and told her he'd see her later. His hand grazed the end of her ponytail again, though no one other than Xavier seemed to notice as she blushed.

As he walked away, Xavier looked over at Kofi and Big E. "Why don't you guys go along, I'll catch up."

"We've got a good 20 minutes…" started Kofi, but Xavier gave him a look and the two of them went off together.

There was a moment of awkward silence betweent hem before he spoke.

"Sash."

"I don't want a lecture," she came out swinging, knowing this had been coming for a long time.

"Tough shit."

"Woodsy I know you've got this big brother thing going on,"

"Damn right I do."

"I can take care of myself."

"What exactly has he done to earn this?"

"I don't think that's how forgiveness works."

"There's forgiveness and then there's putting your heart back into the hands of the man who ripped it out in the first place."

"Xavier-"

"He's bound to hurt you again, you see that, don't you?"

"Maybe, or maybe he'll do better this time. He knows he's on his last chance."

"You really wanna take that risk?"

"Yeah, I really do."

He leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily. "You sleeping with him?"

"Woods!"

"Well, there's my answer."

"Why do you care?"

"Because that's how he suckered you in from the beginning."

She scoffed. "With his dick? You really think that little of me?"

"You really think that little of yourself?"

"Oh I know you are not calling my self-worth into question."

"You know how he is. We all know it. I get it, okay? He's charming and he makes you laugh. But is that really worth letting him make you cry?"

"You talk like you know everything about this and you don't," she responded, crossing her arms and looking down. Quietly, she spoke again, "Seth was convinced that there was an ulterior motive to how you felt about him."

He looked at her, keeping her gaze.

"Is there any truth to that?" she asked.

"No. I'm looking out for you. Someone has to."

With that, he got up and left her by herself, sigh deeply. It had gone about as well as she could've hoped it to go, honestly. But she really didn't want to lose Xavier over this.

He caught up to her later, while she was watching Seth's main event match on a monitor.

"Hey," he took the seat next to her on the production crate. "You mad at me?"

She glanced over at him. "I mean…"

"I'm just trying to stop him from hurting you."

"That's not your job."

"I know," he sighed. "Look, if you wanna be with him, I won't try to stop you."

"Good."

"But I don't have to like him."

She laughed, "yeah, but it would be nice."

"Yeah, well. Seth and me can figure out our shit on our own. I'm not gonna pretend we're cool for your sake."

"I guess that's fine."

"And if he hurts you again, I will beat him up."

"Oh, Woodsy," she shook her head.

"What? Do you not think I can take him?"

"Well…"

"Why? Cause he's a main eventer? Because CROSSFIT?"

"He's in really good shape…"

"I'm not listening to this," he laughed. "Look Sash, you're my best friend, and I'm the one who saw what you were like after he broke your heart. I just don't want to see you like that."

"I appreciate that, really."

"Let's just agree to disagree about him, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," she held out her hand for a high five, he slapped it and brought her into a headlock, laughing.

"You'll always be my little sister," he said kissing the top of her head.

"You underestimate me," she responded.

XXX

Waiting for the elevator at the hotel, she glanced over her shoulder.

"Still afraid you'll get caught, Banks?" Seth teased.

"What? Oh, no, I just…"

"It's alright." The doors opened and they got in, he watched as the doors closed in front of him, mirroring back their faces. "This is gonna take some time," he said to her reflection. "I get that."

She looked up at him, "I'll get there."

"I know you will," he smiled as she led the way to her room or their room for that matter.

Lying down on the bed, he kicked off his shoes and sighed. She lay down next to him on her stomach and kissed his nose. He chuckled and pulled her into kiss, nipping at her lip as she moaned. She kissed back, deepening it and before he knew it she was on top of him, straddling him.

"Hello," he laughed, as she started pressing kisses in the crook of his neck.

"You said you owed me one," she reminded him.

"I did," his voice was husky. "What can I do for you?"

"You can shut up and let me have my fun," she pushed his hands down and held them tightly.

"Saaasha," he whined.

"You didn't really think you could to do it to me and I wouldn't do it back?"

"I made good I my end of the deal, didn't I?" he wiggled them free and touched her chest lightly, lifting her tshirt dress over her head.

"I don't really care, Rollins. Now stay down."

"There's some tape in my bag," he teased, "if you feel you need the to tie me up."

"Ha ha very funny."

"Wasn't a joke." He licked his lips, "And I'm not quite so obedient."

She bit her lip, reaching over to his bag on the floor.

"Outer pocket," he said and smirked when she pulled it out.

"Take off your clothes."

"Ask nicely," he teased, again. They both knew where this would end, with him wrapped around her finger. He was at least going to get her to work for it.

"Strip. Now." She tugged his sweats down and he helped her by kicking them off.

"That's more like it."

"Shirt."

He smirked and pulled it over his head. She pushed his hands behind his back and fumbled with the tape, binding them. Her breathing was uneven, and it made him chuckle.

"You nervous?"

"No I'm-" her face was next to him, looking over his shoulder, and she blushed.

"You never done this before?" he chuckled again, "that's alright, I haven't in a while."

"In a while?"

"I mean, this is tame, but you still don't really ask strangers for it."

She laughed, nervously, moving her hands back to his chest.

"Hey, don't be nervous," he said softly, "you can tell me if you ever want to try it yourself, I won't ask."

"Really?"

"Yeah, of course. Just cause I like it doesn't mean you have to. Plus, you were such a good girl the other night," he smirked, "it's not necessary. Now you said you wanted to have your fun?"

"Alright," she pushed him up against the pillows, kissing his cheek.

"Mmm." He groaned and pushed against her as her hands wandered over his bare chest and shoulders. Her fingertips grazed his nipples and he shuddered, "aw fuck, baby."

"Shh," she was grinding on him and running her hands through his hair. He smiled and leaned back, letting her go to work.

Just to tease him, she reached around and unclasped her bra, letting it fall off of her. His eyes widened.

"Oh shi-let me touch you."

"Nope," she giggled. "You don't have much tolerance, do you?"

"That's why you have to tie me up. But really, you should untie me."

"Not happening," she ran her hands through his hair again and just barely grazed his chest with hers.

"Fuck!"

"What did I say?"

"Don't tease me too hard too fast, Banks, you might regret it."

"Oh I don't think I will." Her hand was lightly stroking him above his boxers and he buckled under it. "Hmm you're getting there," she teased

"Don't think I can't feel how wet you are."

She smirked and responded by grinding against him roughly so that he groaned and focusing her kisses on the most sensitive spot on his neck. He felt a little bite and his breath caught.

"Oh marking me as your own, huh?" he stammered out, though it was all making him light headed. "I had to explain away those scratches from last week already."

"Shh, didn't I tell you that you talk too much?"

He bit his lip to keep from rambling. Her tongue trailed from his neck down his pecs and onto his abs, pushing him down flat. Teasing the waistband of his boxers she looked up at met his eye before pulling them ever so slowly down. It was killing him, he was throbbing as her fingertip swirled the head. This time, he didn't have to ask, because she knew it would get him riled up to see her press her finger to her mouth. He felt a shiver down his spine and an intense throb, watching her slowly drag it along those perfect lips.

"I swear to god if you make me lose it before I get to touch you, you'll be in for a wild night tomorrow."

"I'm just trying to outdo you," she smirked at him and returned to his abs. She traced them with her tongue and he wanted so badly to tangle his hands in her hair.

"You're doing it, you're doing it, fuck! Please, Sash, I gotta touch you.

"Mmm, getting closer."

She wasn't done playing with him yet, taking that tongue lower and lower as he hissed. Teasing him, she swirled it around and closed her lips around him, making his hips buck and collapse backwards, then she pulled away.

"Don't…" he whined.

This was getting out of hand. It was exactly what he wanted from her, but he couldn't take much more. He struggled against the tape, it wasn't hard to rip athletic tape, and she hadn't wrapped it too tightly. His breath hitched again as she pressed her lips to him, and he waited it out, knowing she would go for broke once she took him in her mouth. Eventually she did, and he held his breath, watching her, the sensation all over his body. She moaned over it and he took his opportunity, ripping the tape and rolling her onto her back as she yelped. He crawled over her, watching her eyes widen with excitement as she realized what had happened. His hands were on her chest, squeezing and rubbing. Thrusting in, she let out another loud moan and he smirked.

"I told you, you'd regret it."

"Oh I don't regret this at all," she purred, moaning at every motion he made. "But I wanna be on top."

"Anything for you, baby," he said rolling her over again and running his hands up her body. "I prefer this view anyway."