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A/A/N: there's no real timeline in this fic. This is my own little universe going on, not following WWE timeline.
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She felt like she was being deployed to some war-torn country. Like she was going away to the other side of the world and wasn't returning for six months. In reality it was only the other end of Florida for about a week but it didn't make Sasha feel any less sad. Cheryl and the twins came to the apartment to pick Mia up and she'd had to fight back tears as she shepherded her daughter into the car. T.K. was already gone. She wasn't going to see her babies for an entire week and it was enough to make her eyes water.
On the bright side, she was going to Miami. Sasha still couldn't believe it. The mother-of-two had always wanted to go there and now that it was about to happen, she couldn't wait. It was even better that she was going there to watch her boyfriend do what he loved to do.
Joe and Jon picked her up from the apartment in the rental SUV they were using for the six-hour-long trip. There was a last-minute addition to the group in Colby as his travel plans apparently got screwed up. As Joe helped her load her little carry-on suitcase into the truck, she spoke in passing, "By the way, if you guys need me to drive at any point I'm at your service."
"You can drive?" said Jon.
"I didn't know that," said Joe.
"A couple of years ago I applied for a job that required driving skills. Did all the driving lessons and tests, got the license and everything, only to not get the job in the end. I've driven Pam's car several times. I just don't have one of my own. Luckily my license hasn't expired yet so like I said, if you need me."
"Cool," said Jon. "The more the merrier." They divided up the driving duties, with Jon taking the wheel first and Colby in the passenger's side. Joe and Sasha spent their time in the back seat taking selfies and making out, causing the two in front to roll their eyes and make fun of them, all of which of course fell on deaf ears. Following a quick bathroom break a few hours later, Jon and Joe then sat in the back, with the big man fighting the urge to cover his ears as Colby and Sasha happily rocked out to the songs playing on the radio. His woman was fine as hell but the singing needed some work. And by some, he meant a lot. Not that he would say it to her face. But she seemed to feel better about being away from the kids so he didn't really mind. Sasha took over on the third lap while the boys slept, and Joe finished off the six-hour journey.
They arrived at Miami a little before noon. They settled quickly into their hotel rooms – Colby shared one with Claudio Castagnoli while Joe and Jon had another. Sasha dropped down on Joe's bed, exhausted from the trip. She was surprised, however, to see Joe changing into gym wear. "What's going on?" she asked, even more confused when Jon appeared from the bathroom in a similar getup.
"We're heading to the gym for a couple of hours," said Joe, completely surprising Sasha.
"But you just got here. Won't you get any rest at all?"
"We have to work out otherwise we'll feel fucked up and lethargic. I'll catch some shut-eye when I get back." Joe had changed into an Under Armour tank top, basketball shorts and sneakers. His Beats headphones were around his neck and he slung a small bag over his shoulder. Sasha was amazed. Cramped up in a car for over six hours and all they wanted to do was work out?
A loud knock on the door caused her to jump. "Yo come on! Let's go, let's go!" Colby shouted from the other side.
Jon was out the door, and Joe gave Sasha a quick kiss. "You look tired babe. Get some sleep. Call me if you need anything." Before she knew it the door was shut and she was all alone in the hotel room. It was like a hurricane had passed through. Wow. Left with nothing to do, she gave T.K. a call, and then phoned Cheryl to talk with Mia and touch base, assuring them she was fine and she missed them already. She unpacked a few things and took a quick shower before returning to Joe's bed. The mattress and pillows were super soft and the blankets were warm. It didn't take long before she fell asleep.
She awoke a little later and found Joe sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at her with a small smile on his face. He wasn't in his gym clothes anymore. To her left she saw Jon in his bed, asleep. "When did y'all get back?" she asked Joe, breathing him in. He'd obviously just had a shower.
"About an hour ago. You were sleeping and I didn't want to disturb you." He patted a small box on the bedside table. "I got you something to eat. I hope a chicken sandwich is okay. We'll grab some real lunch before we head out to the arena."
"It's perfectly fine. Thanks baby. How much time do we have left?"
"About three hours. We need to be at the arena by five-thirty for the show at eight." He paused, tilting his head curiously when he noticed how intently she was staring at him. "There something on my face?"
"No." She reached up to graze her fingernails along his jawline. "You're just beautiful to look at."
A warm smile spread across his face, and he brought her hand to his lips. "Not as beautiful as you are, baby girl."
She patted the space on the bed beside her. "You need to rest, handsome. Get in. Lay with me."
"You're not gonna eat?" He swung his legs onto the bed.
"I'll eat later. I want you to rest," Sasha replied. "Give me your phone so I'll set an alarm in case we fall asleep."
He handed her his phone and stretched out on the bed. When she was done, she locked his phone back, leaned over him to set it on the table and crawled back under the covers with him. She lay on her back while he was on his side facing her. The ambience of the hotel room was peaceful and quiet, which was what Sasha felt Joe needed before embarking on the chaos of the evening. He was propped up on his elbow, watching her like he was doing before she awoke. "Resting involves closing your eyes, babe," she said.
"I'd rather keep them open so I can stare at you," he smiled.
"Creep. Better idea. How about you kiss me instead?" she said, grinning when he indulged her. She giggled and responded in kind, her hand closing around the back of his neck. His propped arm wound around her shoulders while his other hand glided casually up her thigh. She whimpered softly as his deadly tongue seduced hers and his hand left her thigh to mold her breast through her top. It was obvious where this was heading. "Isn't there a 'no sex before a match' clause somewhere?" she rasped as his hand disappeared underneath the blanket and nudged her thighs apart.
"We're not having sex, babe. This is me taking care of you."
She squirmed at the feel of his long fingers brushing over her panties. "Babe," she tried to protest, biting back a moan as he cupped her sensitive flesh. "Baby...Jon could wake up and hear me."
His smile was devilish. "Then you'll just have to be quiet, won't you?"
Whatever else she wanted to say was instantly forgotten when his finger plunged into her entrance. Her eyes fluttered shut, abandoning all thought and allowing sensation to take over.
It was amazing how effectively the wrestlers operated. Like clockwork. There was an unspoken routine among the group that had evidently gone on for a long period of time, probably tweaked a number of times before it became as efficient as it was now. And it was hella impressive. They knew where to be, how to get there, and how to switch things up if there was a glitch in the cycle. It was a synergy that had to be witnessed to believe, and Sasha thought it was very cool.
The backstage area of the arena was rowdy, with people running around going about their duties before the show started. After they'd put their things in their locker room for the night, Sasha followed Joe, Jon and Colby to catering, with Joe pointing out various things to her as they walked. She took in how animated he was as he spoke. He clearly enjoyed being in this environment and being a part of it. It was heart-warming to see.
The catering room was also full of people, particularly the wrestlers. Most of the ones she'd met at Trinity's party surprisingly remembered her and were nice to her. She noticed that Joe got along rather well with his peers, joking and engaging them in friendly conversation no matter how short it was. He introduced her to the famous John Cena, who was just as larger-than-life as he portrayed on TV. He was nice but there was something about him that seemed a little insincere. Daniel Bryan greeted them with a bright smile when he walked in with his fiancée Brie who, although she was polite to Sasha, wore a dubious look on her face, which the mother-of-two ignored. Her most interesting meeting definitely had to be Bray Wyatt, whose real name was Windham Rotunda, or Win as Joe and everyone else called him. Not that Sasha expected him to be, but he was nothing like the TV character that frightened Mia, instead soft-spoken, polite, quiet and almost shy. He took a picture with her and laughed heartily when she informed him of her daughter's fear of his on-screen persona, assuring her that he got that reaction a lot. He kissed her hand when it was time for him to leave. "Very nice to meet you, Sasha," he said with a smile before looking over at Joe. She could tell that both men had a ton of respect for each other. "You've got a beautiful lady, G.I.," he said. "Take care of her, will you?"
"I will," Joe smiled.
"He's sweet," Sasha commented when Win was gone.
"He is. He's quiet around new people but he's very funny once you get to know him. We both grew up in the business surrounded by famous family so we got a lot in common."
"I see." She looked over to see someone hurrying towards them and on closer inspection she realized it was Trinity. She was almost knocked over by the younger woman's embrace. The girl was obviously a fan of massive hugs. Once again Trinity shooed Joe away, to his good-natured chagrin, so she could have Sasha to herself. Sasha liked her so she didn't have a problem spending time with her.
"Joe told me you weren't feeling well the night of the party," said Trinity. "Obviously you're better now?"
So Joe had covered up for her? Aww. "Yeah. Thanks."
"Must have been an interesting past few weeks for you with the whole internet thing." Trinity gave her a sympathetic look. "How did you take it?"
Sasha shrugged, looking down at Trinity's brightly-colored nails. "Could have been better, could have been worse," she admitted, "It was weird seeing my face online and having people talk shit about me but apparently it's something I have to get used to."
"I wish I could tell you otherwise but it's the truth," said the Funkadactyl. "It happens to us all the time. But you'll be okay. Joe will make sure of that."
"I know. So how have you been?" Sasha asked, changing the subject. "Work's good?"
"Can't really complain. I'm living my dream. How long will you be with us for?"
"About a week. We're going to be in like three different places this week alone. It's kinda crazy. This is normal for you?"
"Story of our lives, girl," said Trinity. "But don't worry. It's going to be fun. I'm sure there'll be some downtime in between so you and your man can have some alone time."
Sasha blushed at the knowing smile the younger woman gave her. From a distance she could see Natalie and Danielle sitting at a table eyeing her and whispering to each other. She pretended not to notice them, continuing her conversation with Trinity. A shadow suddenly loomed over the two women. A tall, tattooed, very good-looking man stood in front of them, and Sasha recognized him as the Viper, Randy Orton.
"Trinity, Steph wants to see you in her office," he said, his business-like demeanor loosening when his gaze fell upon Sasha. "Who's your friend?"
Sasha turned to Trinity, who had a somewhat wary look on her face. "Randy this is Sasha, Joe's girlfriend. Sasha, Randy."
The look in his blue eyes gave Sasha the feeling of being undressed, and not in a good way. "Hi."
"Sasha," he repeated. "Beautiful name for a beautiful lady."
"Thanks." He had extended his hand to her, and when she took it, he lifted her knuckles to his lips. Somehow it didn't feel as innocent as when Win had done it. There was no denying his charm but there was a certain danger lurking behind it that Sasha didn't want to be exposed to.
"Are you sticking around to watch the show tonight?" Randy asked, smiling that arrogant smile he flashed so often in the ring.
"Yeah. I can't wait." She cut a quick glance to Trinity, silently pleading with her not to leave her alone with him. Randy sidled a little closer to her, and she fought the urge to take a step back. Forwardness was obviously a common trait among professional wrestlers. "So...you're Anoa'i's girlfriend, huh?" he said.
"Yes she is." Sasha heard a familiar deep voice behind her before she could respond. Joe had materialized beside her, his muscular arm winding around her waist. She could feel the tension emanating from him as he stared down his colleague.
"S'up, Orton?" His deep voice dripped with fake geniality. The camaraderie that was prevalent between Joe and Windham was significantly absent from this encounter.
The older man looked unfazed by his bigger co-worker. "Hey man. I was just saying hi to Sasha."
The Samoan's smile was tight. "I'm sure you were."
Randy didn't miss the protective stance of the muscle of the Shield and was highly tempted to call him out on it, but he wisely opted against poking a hornet's nest. "Well, I gotta go get ready for the show. See you around, Reigns. Sasha," he added, winking at her before sauntering away. Sasha looked up at her boyfriend, his hardened grey gaze still trailing the veteran. "Did he hurt you?" he questioned.
"Of course not," she answered, noticing his shoulders flexing again. "Baby, relax. He was just saying hi."
"More like tryin' to see if he could get into your panties like every other chick he lays his beady little eyes on," he snarled.
"You know that ain't gonna happen. My panties belong to you," she told him.
"And don't you forget it," Joe retorted, causing Sasha to laugh. It had been an interesting day so far, to say the least. She draped Joe's arm around her shoulders and led him out of the catering room. "Come on, big boy. Let's go get you ready for the show."
"When Roman Reigns is in the house you damn right Cena sucks!" That is all. #bawse
Off to continue studying now. See you in a couple of weeks! Mwah!
Thoughts about the update? I'd love to hear your opinion. Do you predict any more drama to occur at the show?