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Sasha learned quickly that watching Joe live was a completely different spectacle from viewing YouTube videos. The unpredictability of live television made it a nerve-wracking experience, as she was more concerned for his safety than sitting back to enjoy the show. Her heart lurched when Sheamus – T.K. had filled her in on the names – tossed him against the steel steps at one point and then into the barricade at another, and was amazed when he still got up and managed to deliver a vicious spear to one of Sheamus' tag team partners, Ryback. The match was complete carnage, but The Shield emerged victorious. Near-nervous breakdown aside, she thought Joe, Jon and Colby did great. The crowd ate out of their hands, and Sasha understood why the three men were called the hottest thing in wrestling right now. Watching Smackdown was less worrying, since she learned it was taped on Tuesday but aired on Friday. At least when Joe called her on Tuesday night or Wednesday morning, she was assured that he was still alive.

They talked every night, even after he had a match. She enjoyed talking with him and always looked forward to his I.D. popping up on her phone. She realized she was growing more comfortable with this thing happening between them, and whenever her insecurities nagged at her, one phone call from him made them go away, at least temporarily.

Lying in bed with a glass of red wine between her fingers and her phone pressed to her ear, she laughed at the sound of Colby making kissy noises on the other end of the line, followed by a couple of expletives from Joe and what sounded like a shoe making unfriendly contact with a door. "One of these days I'ma lock him in a hotel closet and leave him there. Drive to the next town by myself," the Samoan griped.

"You three seem to bicker a lot," Sasha observed.

"Naw, it's all good-natured," Joe explained. "We screw around with each other but it's all in good fun, most of the time."

"It's good to know Colby's okay. I still can't get over that fall he took last night." She shuddered as she recalled the sight of Colby landing on his head after taking what T.K. had called a suicide dive outside the ring. Apparently Colby had a penchant for hazardous maneuvers. "How do y'all not get seriously hurt?"

"We're used to it. But we don't really feel the aches and pains until we get backstage. We've been lucky so far injury-wise. When Jon and Colby were in the Independent scene they were maniacs. For them, bleeding was like breathing air." He paused. "I'm not helping, am I?"

"Nope."

"Sorry," he chuckled.

"It just looks so dangerous," said Sasha. "Even when I used to watch it when I was younger, that guy – Mankind, was it? It looked like he tryna get himself killed with all the stuff he was doing, it was so scary."

"So I guess you coming to the live show in Tampa is out of the question then?"

Sasha took a sip of wine. "Oh? When is it?"

"Next week, Friday night. It's not taped so there's fewer people and it's less formal. Mia and T.K. can come along if they want."

There was no doubt that T.K. would want to be there. They'd never been to a WWE event before and he probably would never speak to her again if he was unable to attend simply because she was fussing and fretting. "Okay. I'll talk to them," she said. "I'm sure they'd love to come."

"Cool. Just let me know what you decide and I'll handle the rest."

"Okay." Silence fell between the two of them for a minute. "You alright, handsome?" asked Sasha, "Tired? You must be."

"I'm good," Joe replied, pausing again. "Would I be too forward if I told you I miss you?"

Her smile was so wide that she had to bite her lip, twirling a strand of her hair in her finger. He misses me! "No. I miss you too. But I think I miss your pineapple juice chicken more," she joked.

Joe burst out laughing. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope, it was awesome. You should totally give me the recipe for that."

"Oh, I get it. All this time you've just been using me for my culinary skills. That cuts me real deep, Sash."

"Aww, I'll kiss it better when you get back," she said, thoroughly enjoying the flirty banter between them.

"I'ma hold you to that, baby girl. So what are you up to right now?"

"Nothing. Just lying in bed, sipping on the wine I swiped from Pam last night. Mia fell asleep in T.K.'s room so I got mine all to myself."

"Hmm. What are you wearing?"

Her breath caught. "Why?"

"Just curious. Trying to imagine what you look like right now," he said flippantly, pausing. "But you could always tell me to mind my business."

She could. But she found herself not wanting to. "Well, if you must know, I'm in a t-shirt and pajama pants," she answered. "Not my sexiest, but hey, comfort comes first right?"

"You'd look sexy in anything, sweetheart."

"How do you know? You haven't seen me wear everything," Sasha countered with a laugh.

"Frankly, I'd rather see you wear nothing."

Oh wow. He really wasn't one to beat around the bush, was he? "Are you sure you're prepared for that?"

"I thought I made that pretty clear a while back."

Oh yeah, he did. The memory of creaming her panties in the middle of his kitchen wasn't the easiest to get rid of. However, she wasn't going to lie there and pretend she hadn't thought of him the exact same way, on more than one occasion for that matter. And since they'd taken this interesting turn with their conversation, she might as well have fun with it. "How about you, handsome? What are you wearing?"

"Boxer shorts. Just boxer shorts," he added cryptically.

Sasha shivered as a mental image of his half-naked body popped into her mind. "That sounds really hot."

"Does it now?"

Setting her glass of wine aside, she made herself more comfortable on her bed. "You always look hot no matter what you're wearing, babe. But your Shield outfit? That takes the cake."

"Oh yeah? I like that you think that," he whispered, his voice taking on a deep, raspy tone she'd never really heard from him before. She liked it. A lot.

"Mm-hmm," she purred, suddenly emboldened. "A lot of thoughts run through my mind when I watch you in the ring."

She all but saw the smirk on his face. "Dirty thoughts?"

"Maybe," she replied coyly.

"Even better," he said, shifting around on his bed. "So describe it to me. What are you thinking when you watch me? Don't be shy."

She blinked through the dimness of her bedroom, envisioning his beautiful features. "I want to reach into the TV and run my fingers through your long, wet hair. I like the way your arms always flex and tense up even when you're not moving. It's so sexy. Your ass is perfect in that S.W.A.T. outfit, they definitely should be doing more back shots of you." The temperature of her room seemed to rise with every word she spoke. The juncture between her legs started to throb as desire mounted within her. Subconsciously, her free hand closed over her left breast, squeezing gently. "The way you dominate people in the ring...the look in your eyes whenever the camera gets you up close, that little pouty thing you do with your lips...and then when you talk trash...your voice...it does things to me." She continued to caress her chest, gasping softly as she rolled her nipple between her fingers.

Joe could hear every sound she was making, and his breath hitched. "Things like what?" he asked. "Tell me."

She was too turned on to be embarrassed to answer. "Like wanting to touch myself," she replied. She wasn't sure what had come over her – perhaps it was the alcohol in her system that was making her so bold and uninhibited. But damn if she didn't want to feel his touch, his body on her. She just wanted him, in whatever form she could have him, and at this moment a phone call was fair game.

It was a long time before Joe said anything, and when he did his voice was husky, strained. "You touching yourself right now, baby?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she sighed.

"Where?"

"My titties."

Shit. Those gorgeous, big round mounds of hers. He'd copped a feel of them once or twice during their make-out sessions. He craved to feel them in his palms again. "Nice. Them nipples are puckered up nice and hard then, huh?" he said.

"Yeah," she breathed, gasping a little as she squeezed.

"Good. I want you to take off your pants now," said Joe.

Damn. Bossy, wasn't he? As deftly as she could, she wiggled out of her pajama pants, keeping her phone against her ear. "Done."

"Good. Run your fingers up and down the inside of your thighs. Stroke them pretty thighs for me."

She did as he instructed, inspired by the recollection of his hand running seductively over her leg. "Mmm."

Her deep, languid sigh encouraged Joe. He would be lying through his teeth if he said he didn't like the direction the phone call had taken. "Now imagine your fingers are my tongue," he said, "Licking your thighs one after the other. Up and down, nice and slow. You like it slow, baby?"

"Yeah." Moist heat pooled in her loins. His tongue did wonders inside her mouth, so the thought of it swirling all over her body made her tense up even more. "Mmm, that feels so good."

"You sound real sexy, baby girl." His voice was low and breathy. "Your voice is turning me on right now."

Sasha's skin prickled. "So's yours, handsome. Keep talking," she said.

"Stick your fingers between your legs," he said, his own fingers trailing down his body. "Tease your pussy for me."

She was already a step ahead of him, dipping her hand into her damp panties. It was a long time since she'd let herself go like this and it felt good. Really, really good. She moaned as her fingers probed and stroked the most intimate part of her, mentally replacing her hand with Joe's larger one. "Ohhhh yes..."

"You wet for me, baby?" Joe asked.

"I'm soaked, baby...oh shit..."

"I bet you taste good. I'ma eat that pussy for dessert, lick it up real nice and clean," he rasped. "You like having your pussy ate, baby?"

"Yeah. Fuck, Joe," Sasha whined, dizzy with desire.

"Tell me what else you want me to do to you," he said.

Sasha whimpered as she grew closer to her release. "I...I want you to fuck me."

"How? How do you like to be fucked, Sasha?"

Shutting her eyes tightly and honing in on his deep, bone-melting voice, her fingers picked up speed. "From the front, the back, sideways...anyway you like it, baby."

"That sounds real good, sweetheart. Tell me how you want it right now."

"I want you on top of me," she breathed. She heard the throaty curse at the other end of the line and knew she wasn't the only one pleasing herself anymore. To know she was the reason he was aroused turned her on even more. "First you're sucking on my tits, while I'm stroking your big hard dick..." she trailed off, whimpering from the sensations swirling inside her. Through the haze of passion, she heard Joe moan. Taking a big gulp of air, she forged ahead. "Then you move your fingers and your tongue up and down my body slowly, just how I like it...you spread my legs out wide, then I play with my clit while you fuck me hard and fast..."

"Do it, baby girl. Fuck yourself faster," he ordered.

She did as was told, her hips bucking as her fingers pumped inside her. "Fuck, you feel so good baby," she moaned, tossing her head back, her legs lifting higher. "Oh god, Joe...fuck!"

Joe groaned. "Sasha...oh my god."

Unable to speak anymore, their heavy breathing and moaning dominated the next couple of minutes. Sasha's body seized up, a small squeal escaping her as the pleasure overtook her in waves. Everything felt far away and hazy and incredible. She eventually came down from her high, trying to catch her breath, and was vaguely aware of the Samoan doing the same at the other end of the line.

Joe finally regained his voice. "Was that good for you, baby?"

Good was an understatement. He had no idea how much she'd needed that. Giggling, she stretched across the bed like a lazy cat. "It was great. Thank you, handsome."

"My genuine pleasure. We're coming home soon. I do owe you a number of dates."

"Oh, don't worry about me," Sasha said. "You just focus on work. When you do get back just make sure it's in one piece, is all I'm asking."

Joe chuckled. "I'll try." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I can't wait to see you, baby."

A part of her didn't want him to hang up, but knew he needed his sleep more than ever now. "Yeah," she said, her voice a little raspy. "I feel the same way." And after what just happened between them, she meant every word.

*clears throat* the first of many between these two, we're hoping. Yes?