Romans' POV

"Hey, your girl is mad." Dean said.

"Oh so she's my girl when she's mad?" I said as I wrapped tape around my hands. "What did you do to piss her off?"

"Me?! I haven't done anything at all! At least...I think I haven't. Shit…"

I shook my head and patted Dean on the back. "Yo, whatever it is you better start apologizing. I've got to get ready for the match now. I don't want her being angry on the ride to the RAW venue."

"Ugh, fuck. I bet she's gonna kill me. Dammit."

I laughed and finished getting my gear on. "Good luck with that, brotha. I'll see you and Lee after the match." I headed out the room and towards the upper area of the arena for my entrance, leaving Dean to his own devices. Leena was still weighing on my mind. She had been upset for a couple of days now, keeping her answers short, not really interacting with us. It was strange, even for her. I was just kind of glad that things between Dean and I weren't as hostile anymore. Sure I didn't want him to be with Leena entirely but I didn't want to lose my brother either. So we kind of came to an agreement of sorts. But I would rather his ass deal with one pissed off Leena then me.

Dean's POV

I found Lee way off in a corner away from everyone. Took me forever to find her. I was glad I at least had the main even so I had about 2 hours to kill. I pulled her headphones out of her ear which scared the crap out of her and almost got me a punch to the face.

"hold it there, toots! Why you so hostile?" I asked, grabbing her fist before it could connect with my face.

"Oh, Dean...it's just you. What's up?"

I shrugged and pulled up a chair next to her. I turned it around and sat down, facing her. "I don't know. What's up with you? You've been kind of pissy lately. Did I fuck up?"

She smiled at me a little which was a good sign. At least I wouldn't be castrated anytime soon. "No, you haven't done anything wrong. You've been good Jonny Boy. I'm just pissed at someone else."

"Ohhhh what's the big Kahuna do?! I love when he gets in trouble instead of me!"

"No, it's not Roman either." Leena replied. "It's the...other one."

"Other one?" I thought for a second. "Ohhhh...him. Well don't worry, hot stuff. I'll take care of his ass later on tonight. Kick his ass real good just for you." I got up and kicked the chair away from me and gave her a quick kiss but she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. I almost fell into her but managed to catch myself. "Whoa...hey there."

"Hey…" She whispered against my lips before kissing me was slow and kind of gentle but still a little rushed, like all she really wanted right now was me and only me. And hey, I was cool with that.

I wrapped my arm around Leena's waist and pulled her flush against me. "You must really want me to kick his ass huh?"

She laughed and laid her head on my chest. "Hell yeah. Beat his ass with that ladder. I'll be cheering you on….Oh shit! Is Roman's match on already?"

"Yeah, why?" I asked, only a little annoyed that she brought up Roman.

"I promised I would watch his match. I gotta go find a monitor. I'll be watching your match later too!"

I sighed, not wanting to let her go just yet. I was becoming whipped, way too whipped for my liking. "yeah, whatever. I'll watch your match too."

Leena slapped my stomach playfully. "Don't be a baby! I promise I'll give you a bunch of attention later. I've got a bad case of blue balls anyway."

Blue balls? From…?Oh that little fucker!

Leena's POV

Tonight I had performed my greatest feat. It scared the hell out of me but I did it. 15 feet in the air and I came crashing down on Brie Bella with an amazing Senton. The crowd went wild. It was the most amazing feeling in the world, well minus the actual landing. The whole aerial thing was great. The whole landing on Brie's bony body not so much.

"I hate you." She groaned.

"I know. I'm sorry."I laid on top of her still not wanting to move at all. Everything hurt. I watched as some of the other Divas scrambled up the nearest ladder to try and get the first ever Divas MITB briefcase. Technically I was scheduled to win but I really didn't want to move. Brie shoved me off her, kind of signaling to get my ass in gear. Slowly I got to my knees and made my way to the ladder. Rung after rung I made my way to the top where I got stopped by Alicia. A few hits and she was down but other Divas were making their way to the top. I had to make a run for it and unclick the briefcase. Tamina was at the base of the ladder shaking it and making it way too hard for me to even climb up. Naomi was on the other side coming for me. But I lunged for the briefcase and fumbled to unclick it. My feet were dangling just above the top of the ladder, the bottom of my boots barely scraping against it. Naomi was grabbing on my legs trying to get me away from the case. My hand was slipping and losing traction on the small hook dangling about 18 feet in the air. I held onto the briefcase for dear life, clinging to it with the last bit of hope that I wouldn't fall. I was struggling as Naomi pulled at my legs and I couldn't hold on much longer. Suddenly I was plummeting to the mat with this hard object against my chest. I curled up around it thinking that if I could get myself into a ball shape that maybe I wouldn't fucking crack my skull open.

Everything seemed to happen in slow mo and I could hear the screams from the crowd. Gasps of horror, confusion, and excitement filed in afterword. Above me I could see the lights blinding me before I squeezed my eyes shut out of fear. Naomi's stunned face was the last thing I saw before my back slammed into the mat The canvas had a little bit of give and bounced me for just a fraction of the second. I heard the bell ring and slowly uncurled from around the briefcase. And ok, I may not want the diva's championship and I might never get a shot at the Intercontinental but winning this briefcase in a boss ass ladder match, the first MITB diva's match felt just as good.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt? Did they check you out? Medic!" Roman frantically appeared by my side, panicking over seeing me fall such a long distance.

"Babe, babe! I'm fine. I'm good." I was able to roll out of the ring afterward and had some referees help me walk to the back. My legs felt like jello and my neck was killing me. I think I pulled a muscle trying to keep my head tucked into my chest so it wouldn't hit the mat. My neck felt strained and like it desperately needed a massage. Roman followed me and the referees to the medic area where I got the once over. Everything else seemed fine and in place. No other problems except for my body being sore and feeling like fragile glass, typical ladder match stuff.

"I was so fucking worried." Roman said as he cupped my face into his big hands, practically knocking the medic aside.

"Baby, I promise I'm ok. My neck just hurts. That's all. You heard the guy. I'm good."

"You don't look good fucking falling from that high up. I swear I almost shit my pants." He kissed me gently, slipping his hands down to my neck where his thumbs pressed into the back of it.

I let out a small whimper. It was tender but I wanted the massage. Maybe it would help get rid of the tension there. Our forehead stayed pressed together and I looked up into his beautiful grey eyes. He smiled at me and seemed to finally breath a sigh of relief. "I can't wait to take you back to the hotel room." He whispered.

I felt my body heat up instantly wondering what exactly he had in mind. "O-oh yeah? What you got in mind...daddy?"

Roman straightened up instantly and looked around to see if anyone had heard. A huge smirk crossed my face. That one little word just so happened to be his weakness. I had discovered it when it slipped out on accident during one of our backstage trysts. Most people would be skeeved at the thought of even being called such a word during sex but Roman...well he loved it when I called him Big Papa.

I could almost see his cock twitching in his pants. His tone became low, rough and commanding. "Don't do that here, Leena. You know better."

I couldn't help but giggled. "Sorry. I can't help but to tease you. It's my favorite." I rubbed my hands over his bulging biceps gently tracing the tattoo with the tips of my fingers. Another weakness but this time it was unintentional. By now I knew the insides and outs of his body, every little place on him that drove him wild with a simple touch, kiss, or nibble and what to say to make him want to blow his load. "We have some time before Dean and Seth's match. Let's go to the locker room."

He raised an eyebrow but agreed, picking me up in his arms and heading towards the door. I held onto the briefcase in one hand and held onto his neck with the other. There was no point in arguing for him to put me down. He probably wouldn't listen. Besides, it felt good to be carried like a queen to her humble castle. We got a few strange looks along the way but for the most part everyone was used to us being together. He crossed writers, cameramen and other superstars before we finally got to Roman's dressing room. I looked into the locker room as he opened it and realized that he was practically carrying me over the threshold. I couldn't help the blush that crept into my cheeks. Roman thankfully didn't seem to notice and simply kicked the door shut behind us and made his way over to the couch. He set me down next to him and proceeded to remove his utility vest and the belt from around his waist.

Instantly I curled up against him, twirling my fingers through his thick dark locks. He smiled down at me and placed a kiss on my forehead. "I'm proud of you babygirl."

I couldn't help but beam with pride. This was my second best match I've ever had and to know that Roman thought I did great felt amazing. "Thank you Ro, that means a lot. Really...I'm proud of you too, ya know? But fuck Bray."

He laughed and rested his head against the back of the couch. "Heh, yeah that's true. But if I won they would've gotten more complaints like at the Rumble. It's fine though. i'll be with Dean more and we can do stuff together. it'll be cool."

I know me being with his brother at the same time was difficult. He was trying his best to get used to it but I never wanted to pressure him to do so. It was bad enough once Seth betrayed us (in more ways than just a chair to the back) I really didn't think I could handle any rifts between him and Dean. I loved their friendship too much to let that happen.

"What you thinking about?" He asked. I hadn't realized that I had drifted off for a bit, mulling over his relationship with Dean. So I said something that wasn't exactly a lie. But maybe just a teeny little white one.

"Ro...we didn't get to celebrate your birthday. We were so busy and touring in different places that we just kinda skipped over it. I had stuff planned." I said. My hand drifted to his thighs with I rubbed lovingly, occasionally slipping my hand up and down his inner thigh. Roman sighed and rolled his head over to looking at me, taking his gaze from the ceiling.

"You know we don't really have that much time to like cut cakes and shit. It's no big deal."

"I think it's a big deal. And we don't have to cut a cake necessarily. We could just...play with icing or something."

"You wanna be my birthday cake, baby?" He chuckled. "I don't need a birthday to feel special for having you in my arms. That happens everyday."

I felt like a dumb teenager with a giant crush. My face felt all hot and butterflies found their way into my stomach, fluttering about. He always knew how to say the right things. I wonder if he realized the effect he had on me or if the words just tumbled out his mouth without a second thought. "Roman…"

Those full lips curled up into a smile and I just knew he could see how flustered I was getting. He pulled me flush against his chest, his hand slipping from the back of the couch to cradle my head and press our lips together. We molded together instantly, his mouth already dominating mine and filling me with heat. My hands continued to travel up and down his thigh occasionally stopping at the apex between his thigh and the heavy bulge between them. His lips parted to let out a small groan of satisfaction and I quickly made work of joining our tongues together. Our pants and my soft mewls of pleasure were shared between us and I couldn't help but give him a firm squeeze.

Roman's hips bucked and he pulled away slightly. "Baby girl, don't. You're hurt."

"But Daddy…"

That primal growl stopped me from saying anything further. I felt it down my spine and between my thighs.

"Watch yourself." He warned. The glare he was giving me had me pinned in place. Did I dare stir the beast?

I tested the waters by sliding my hand down his chest, taking extra caution to ghost my fingers across his nipples before moving down to his stomach. I reached the hem of his wifebeater and slipped my hand underneath it, scratching gently at his skin with my nails. He didn't dare break contact to look at what I was doing. He only kept his eyes on me feeling like he was watch every emotion that crossed my face. I licked my lips slowly feeling them become dry as I kept my eyes on him. My breath had already begun to speed up. My thumb and forefinger met the button of his pants and I made an attempt to break it apart but Roman grabbed my wrist suddenly.

I wondered why he had stopped me and that's when I heard the door open. Dean sauntered in casually, giving us the once over before heading to his duffel bag. Right...Dean and Roman always shared rooms now. How could I even forget?

"Where you guys being gross in here?" He asked, tossing his stuff all over the floor in search of something.

"Maybe just a little bit. What the hell are you lookin' for? You're making a damn mess!" Roman asked.

"My tape. Swear I just bought a new roll the other day."

"Calm down," I said as I got up from the couch and headed towards Roman's bag. "Just borrow some of Ro's."

"Yeah, I don't care." Ro replied.

Dean gave me a look that said "I don't want Ro's tape, I want my tape" but took the roll anyway. I ruffled his hair and made my way to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. Hadn't had the chance to get a shower in after my match. I peeled off my gear and turned the small shower on adjusting the temperature here and there. I was just about to step into the shower when I felt someone flick my ass. "Wha-?"

Dean pulled me close to him and turned my head towards him. "Give me a good luck kiss. Gotta get ready soon."

I smiled and kissed him. "Good luck babe. Remember what I said about Seth. Fucking destroy him."

"I will, don't think I wont. Hey, if you're still mad come visit me tonight. If you're not too busy with Ro."

"I try and make time for everyone Dean. But you'll see me eventually."

He smiled and rubbed him now taped hands over my stomach daring to go just a little lower. "Need a good luck kiss from these lips too."

I almost screamed when he bent down and in one swift movement hoisted me into the air with my thighs around his head. He landed a few kisses and one or two licks to my heated lips making me squirm in his arms. He put me down after and smirked. "Take a quick shower. I want you to see my match. I'm dedicating it to you."

Literally been on so much of a Dean kick lately, I hope you guys don't mind. Roman will be coming up soon I promise. then maybe a little Seth? Who knows;)