She'd been grumpy all week. He couldn't blame her, after all, he was nothing short of intolerable when he was injured. So he gave her the space she needed, shuffling around the house doing whatever he could. Meaning cooking, cleaning, and making sure she was taking her meds. He helped her ice her ankle, tried to distract her by talking about literally anything else. That was a struggle, it turned out, his life was so consumed by wrestling, but that was the last thing he wanted to bring up to her. She was probably getting tired of watching him play Madden, but what was he supposed to do?

Friday morning he came through the door, dripping in sweat from his workout.

"I'm home!" he called into the house.

"In here," she called back, curled up on his couch reading a manga.

"Hey, how's your morning?" He put his gym bag down and picked up the mug from the coffee table. "You done with this?"

"It's good-I can get that-"

"I already got it," he took it back to the sink, ignoring her sighs.

"How was the gym?"

"Great," he collapsed down behind her, "rough but good. How's your comic book?"

She sent a glare his way and he chuckled.

"My manga is great, thank you very much. I'll make it all the way through the damn series by the time this is over."

"Hey, the first week is the hardest. I promise."

"Mhmm," she grumbled.

"Don't be cranky," he said softly, his hands finding their way to her shoulders and rubbing gently.

She moaned and tipped her head back, leaning against him. He kneaded her stiff muscles, she was clearly feeling the injury all over. The sensation of his hands was making her hum happily.

"How's that?" he whispered in her ear.

"That is the best thing that's happened to me all week," she purred.

Sasha turned her head, coming very close to his voice. God, he'd miss those lips when he had to leave. They hadn't had sex in a week, he was too worried about hurting her and too distracted with the rest of taking care of her. He had to admit, he missed it, especially considering how abundant they'd been with it during Mania week. "Like rabbits," according to Dean. But it just wasn't the right thing to be doing right now.

She leaned in and kissed him. He squeezed his eyes shut, loving the feeling of her lips against his. Dropping his hands down to her waist, he held her tightly, hoping to make her feel safe. Her hand was on his as he kissed her, guiding it slowly down between her legs. He paused for a moment, lingering on the thin fabric of her shorts. Then he pulled away abruptly.

"You eaten lunch?" he slid out from behind her.

"Seth!"

"Not now, baby."

"It's our last chance!" she protested.

"I don't think it's a good idea. Have you eaten?"

"No," she said after a moment.

"We can go somewhere, if you want."

"Yeah, alright."

"Let me jump in the shower," he said pulling his shirt over his head.

"Can I join?"

"Very funny, Banks."

XXX

The two of them sat across a table from each other, Sasha picking at a salad.

"What are they gonna do with you now?" she asked.

"Oh, uh, I dunno," he shrugged, "it doesn't really matter."

"It doesn't matter?" she laughed. "You're joking."

"No I mean, it'll be okay. They'll find something for me."

"You're not thinking about it?"

"Nope," he reached his hand over the table and took hers in it. "I'm just thinking about you."

"I think you can handle two things at once."

"I'm just thinking about you," he said again, though she seemed unsatisfied with that answer. "Finish that."

She rolled her eyes and stuck a cherry tomato in her mouth, "I am."

"You barely touched it."

"I've eaten what I want."

"C'mon,"

"I'll wrap it up."

"It's not about that, you need to eat."

"Seth, I'm fine."

"I just need you to take care of yourself."

"Sorry? You need me to do something?"

"Baby. Please? I have to leave you tomorrow and there's nothing I want more than to stay so please, just promise me you're not gonna spiral."

"I'm fine. I'm not going to spiral."

"Okay, thank you."

"Can we go now?"

He sighed heavily, "yeah of course, I'll get the check."

XXX

Sasha was sprawled out on the guest bed that night as Seth emerged with a laundry basket.

"Watch yourself," he said, tipping it out on the bed next to her before climbing on.

She started folding one of the tshirts and he took it from her hand.

"Hey, that's my job."

"You're kidding."

"I thought you thought it was cute how domesticated I've become. Like a cat."

"Yeah like a cat," she grumbled.

He continued folding the laundry, and sighed, "baby you know I'd give anything not to go tomorrow."

"It's alright."

"I'd rather be here with you."

"I'll be okay here by myself."

"I just wish it didn't have to, I wanna be here if you need me."

"I won't need you. I'll be fine."

He looked over at her, she was in a mood tonight.

"Alright." He pulled his suitcase out from the corner of the room. "I have Brandon coming by in the mornings to walk Kevin. Just let him know if you need anything."

"Yeah,"

"There's the leftovers and the frozen stuff in the freezer."

"Got it."

"You have your med alerts on your phone?" he zipped up the suitcase and placed it on the floor. "You should set it for the ice too,"

Sitting next to her on the bed he reached over her for the phone on the table next to her. She grabbed his arm with a tight grip, meeting his gaze with a glare.

"Seth, Jesus. I can handle it."

"I'm just trying to help."

"You wanna help?" she demanded.

"Yes, Sasha," his voice was sharp. "I wanna help."

She pushed him back against the headboard forcefully and climbed onto his lap. Grinding her hips against him, she ran her hands up his chest and teased his lips. His breath caught and she smirked. He glanced back behind her.

"Where's your ankle?"

She sighed heavily. Keeping it stretched out behind her, out of harm's way, she rolled over again.

"Forget it."

"I just don't want you to get hurt-"

"Whatever."

"Sasha I," he sighed, "I'm just trying to do what's right for you."

"What you think is right for me. I'm an adult if you haven't noticed."

"I know I just…I'm trying to give you everything you need so that you don't have to worry about anything."

"I'm telling you what I need."

There was a heavy silence between them for a moment.

"Get on your back," he said very softly.

"Yeah?"

"Put your leg out to the side and don't move."

She pulled the oversized tshirt dress over her head.

"Don't get too excited," he said, sliding his sweats down. "I'm going gentle on you."

"Not too gentle," she protested.

"We do this my way or not at all." He climbed on top of her, holding her hands back above her head. "But I'll let you have a little fun."

He pushed in very gently and sighed heavily, "god, you feel good." Pressing his body to hers, he whispered, "that good for you?"

"Not really," she grumbled.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, you're fine,"

"Then tough." He moved up and down on her slowly, trailing kisses on her temple as she just barely moaned.

She ran her hands over his toned back, kissing his cheek.

"Harder," she groaned.

"Not a chance, babe."

"Seth!" she cried and tried to buck her hips up. He put his hands on them to keep them down.

"I said, don't move."

She groaned and laid back on the bed as he moved over her, painfully slow. It was painful for him, too, but he didn't want to risk it.

"C'mon, that the best you got, Rollins?"

"You think you can taunt me into this…"

"Yes. That's what I think."

"Shh," he kissed up and down her neck and her collarbone. He let his hands wander, he could do that much at least.

"Faster," she groaned again.

"My way."

"Your way sucks," she grumbled.

"Hey. I can still make your eyes roll back and your toes curl."

"Talking real big but I'm not seeing anything."

He gritted his teeth but continued his slow pace. "I'm not that easy, Banks."

She rolled her eyes and looked away. He wished she wouldn't do that. All he wanted to do was show her how much he loved her. It was becoming increasingly clear that wasn't what she wanted right now, but he was stubborn.

He pushed in deep and she let out a small yelp, "that's more like it."

"Better?"

"It's alright."

"Don't be grumpy."

"Hmpf," she shrugged. "I just thought you knew how to satisfy a girl."

He bit his lip and looked in her eyes. They were glimmering deviously.

"But, whatever. You'll be done in a minute."

Letting out a bitter laugh he said, "okay now you are really starting to piss me off."

She raised an eyebrow at him.

"You want it that badly hmm?"

"I know how to push your buttons."

"Don't I know it," he sat up on her, careful where his weight was. "I'll give it to you, but we do it my way still."

"Alright."

He took a deep breath and slammed into her, she grasped the sheets and cried out.

"Yes-"

"Oh that's what you like, huh?" he picked up his pace, as she squirmed under him. "Don't move too much."

She sighed and rolled her eyes, but didn't complain as long as he was giving her exactly what she wanted. In truth, it was exactly what he wanted too. Hard, rough, loud, that's how he told her he liked it when they were first together. He could go for two out of three, groaning as he felt her move underneath him.

"Oh Sash, baby."

He grinded his hips on hers rougher, focusing on deep thrusts that made her hips buck and her breath catch. As much as he wanted to turn her around and just pound into her, the last thing he needed was to be responsible for reinjuring her when she overexerted herself. Her hands were running down his back onto his backside and her nails started digging into his soft skin.

"Ow!" he jumped.

"Oh!" she moaned and he chuckled to himself.

"Well as long as you're enjoying yourself."

"Ah-" she tipped her head back as a wave shot through her.

"That's right, ha ha ha," he glanced back, "your toes curling yet?"

"Keep at it, lover boy."

"As you wish," he whispered, pressing his lips to the crook of her neck.

Eventually he rolled off of her, his chest heaving and the sweat causing his hair to stick to his neck. He glanced over at her and chuckled.

"Okay, now I feel better," she said breathily, leaning her head back.

"Good you better take back everything you said about my performance."

She giggled, "it got you there, didn't it?"

"Very hurtful."

"I'm sorry," she curled up to him, letting her head rest against his chest. "I really needed it."

He sighed, running a hand over her hair. "I…I guess I've been a little stubborn thinking that I know what you need."

"You guess?" she chuckled.

"Okay. I've been stubborn and controlling.

"I'm not a kid, you don't have to take care of me."

"I know, I just wanna make sure you're alright." He sighed again, "when I got hurt last year, I really spiraled down into a dark place. It was brutal. I just don't want that to happen to you."

"Seth your knee exploded, I fractured a bone. It's not the same."

'Sometimes it doesn't matter how bad it is. Just that you can't get in there and do what you love."

"It hasn't been easy," she admitted, "but it would help to have a say in my own life."

"Feeling out of control is rough, huh?"

"It really is."

He nodded. "I'm sorry."

"I know you just want to help."

"I do."

"I know. But if you wanna help-"

"More sex?"

She laughed, "when I tell you I need it."

He looked down at her, "I know I need to listen more."

"Yeah, you do."

"I love you," he leaned down and kissed her, she deepened it immediately.

"C'mon, you've got a big day tomorrow," she whispered.

"Five minutes," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her as she tangled her fingers in his long hair. "Your lips feel so good,"

She pressed them to him harder and rougher. His hands wandered up her body, playing with her softly. Sasha tipped her head back with a low moan and he smiled.

"I am really gonna miss you the next few days."

XXX

His alarm blared in the morning and she burrowed further into the pillow. He kissed her on the cheek lovingly and she groaned and stirred. Slipping out of the bed, he tugged down his boxers and pulled a fresh pair from the dresser.

"Nice butt," she chuckled sleepily.

"All for you, babe," he pulled a tshirt over his head and buttoned his jeans. "Uh I'll take Kevin for a walk before I leave for the arena but you know to feed him around-"

"5pm, I got it."

"Okay," he nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "You be good."

"Aw see, I was planning on bringing strange men into your bed while you're away," she teased.

"Oh yeah?"

"It'll be lonely here without you," she reached out for his hand.

"Yeah, me too. I can send you something to get you through," he winked, "if you want."

"Oh god, Seth."

"Just an offer," he chuckled, "but really, call me tonight?"

"So needy."

"I just wanna check in on you…and maybe put some dirty thoughts in your head," he smirked, kissing her again. "Go back to sleep, I'll wake you before I leave."

When he returned from walking Kevin, she wasn't asleep in bed like he had left her, but in the kitchen.

"Baby?"

"Sit down, you've got 20, don't you?" she was standing at the stove, leaning on the counter top and holding her ankle a few inches above the floor.

"That smells good."

"Egg whites and peppers."

"Yum, you steady?" he came up behind her and held her hips with a firm grip.

She rolled her eyes, "thanks."

"So to what do I owe the treat?"

"No treat, just showing you I can take care of myself,"

"Alright," he chuckled, sitting back at the kitchen table.

She brought him over a plate of eggs, hobbling on one crutch.

"I uh, I do appreciate what you've done for me, you know?"

"Yeah, I know babe."

"I don't mean to be…bratty."

"Oh no?" he laughed.

"Hey shut up."

"And I don't mean to be controlling."

"I guess we're even."

"I guess so."

"You and me, we deserve each other don't we?"

"Always."