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Stretching lazily across the hotel bed with her eyes still closed, Sasha rolled over, frowning when her hands knocked against the frame lying next to her. An unfamiliar frame. She reached up blindly and felt long hair. Not as long, the texture not as silky soft. The chest wasn't broad enough, the jawline wasn't as chiseled and there was way too much beard. "Baby?" she mumbled, still half-asleep.

"Nope. Try the other side."

Her eyes flew open, shocked to hear Colby's tired voice just as he rolled over and turned his back to her. Why the hell was Colby in her bed? This was her bed, right? She didn't recall going anywhere after she and Joe had checked into their Jacksonville hotel the night before.

She turned to the other side and found another sleeping giant with short wavy hair. Jon. Annoyed, she shoved his back. "Ugh, what the hell! You ain't Joe either!" Why wasn't her boyfriend in bed with her? How did these two even get into her bed? She remembered falling asleep in front of the TV while the boys attended some late night talent meeting with Paul and Stephanie. She was so confused. "Where's my man?" she griped, "I just want a cuddle."

"I'll cuddle with you if you quit talkin'," Jon grunted, grumpy because she'd woken him up. He extended an arm towards her, never bothering to open his eyes. Ignoring him, she struggled to sit up and squinted around the darkened room. This was too weird. "Joe?"

"Over here, babe," his deep voice echoed. Finally. Sasha looked over and saw him sprawled on the couch with his tattooed arm over his eyes. She wondered why he was over there and Jon and Colby were here but she wanted to be in his arms first.

Sasha threw her leg over Jon and started to climb over him to get out of bed. He moved onto his back to make it easier for her. She cringed when her other leg accidentally brushed his bulging crotch. "Ugh, Jesus!" she hissed, almost falling off the bed in her haste to get away.

"What? It's morning!" Jon grumbled. He lay back on his side and fell quiet, probably falling back sleep. Colby muttered something, but Sasha was focused on making her way to her boyfriend. She crawled between his legs and laid on top of him. "Baby, why are you on the couch? More importantly, why are they in our bed?"

He rested his hand on her back without opening his eyes. "Fuckers were too lazy to walk back to their rooms after the meeting. They beat me to the bed. Now go back to sleep."

"I want our bed back," said Sasha, "This isn't comfortable enough."

"You know they ain't gonna move, babe."

"Then make them. I woke up surrounded by strange men. Fight for my honor." When he made no move, she nudged him and used her best Mia-like whiny voice. "Baby..."

He sighed. "Fine. You heard the lady, guys," he said, his voice growing louder. "Out. Scram. Beat it."

One thing Sasha learned about the Shield boys was even though getting up early was a habit for them, none were true morning people. Colby especially. He moved at lightning speed in the ring but in real life he was like a turtle, laid-back and almost sluggish sometimes. He was first to get up from the bed, fifteen minutes later, muttering curses under his breath as he trudged out of the room through the side door. It was obvious he was not ready to be up for the day, but at least he finally decided to go to his own room. Jon on the other hand didn't move an inch, and Sasha had to throw one of Joe's shoes at him before he finally got up, flipping her off as he stomped out. She felt bad, but at least it got the job done.

"Happy?" asked Joe, stroking the top of her head.

"Mm-hmm." Finally, they were alone. She nuzzled Joe's throat. "What's today like?"

"Gym in an hour then we have a couple of local interviews. Not sure when exactly we'll be back but I'll let you know," he said, noticing her hands had slipped underneath his tank top. "What are you doing?"

She was too busy suckling his neck to answer. It was three days since she and Joe had sex and dare she say she was horny. Three days should have been nothing considering she was fresh off an eight-year drought but she guessed that's what happened when you were spoiled by phenomenal, toe-curling loving.

Joe chuckled as her mouth grew more aggressive, her hands wandering all over his body. He was definitely awake now. At least one part of him was. "I got you sprung on this D, huh baby?" he commented proudly, a moan escaping him when her shorts-covered ass rolled against his already throbbing hardness. "Ahh, fuck..."

Sasha pulled her shirt over her head. "How much time do we got?"

He glanced at his watch. "Roughly fifteen."

"Fifteen's enough." Sasha stood up and dragged the covers off the bed, dumping it on the floor next to the couch. Joe's eyes flickered over her body as she quickly got rid of her shorts. She was so damn hot. Round ample breasts, concave waist, curvaceous hips, thick, mouth-watering thighs and that ass he could never take his eyes off of. Every part of her real and voluptuous and silky soft to touch. They had come leaps and bounds since they first got together. She used to be shy about undressing in front of him but that was barely the case anymore. There was that lower area of her stomach she was still sensitive about but as far as he was concerned she had nothing to hide. She was a beautiful woman and she deserved to know that. "Bring that fine ass down here, baby girl," he ordered.

A now naked Sasha reached down and yanked his sweatpants off, wetting her lips as his morning erection sprang free. Sadly, there was no time for foreplay; she would have sucked his dick until his eyes rolled in the back of his head. She mounted him and made him take off his shirt, then leaning down, she placed an open-mouthed kiss on the tattoo adorning his chest. Her lips sought his mouth, sucking his bottom lip while he ran his hands up her thighs. The Samoan groaned as Sasha stroked his hard length before easing it inside her. He had the presence of mind to pull the covers over them, and then all coherent thought disappeared when she started to move. He rested his hands on her hips but she laced their fingers together and stretched his arms above his head. He liked to be in control during sex but he didn't mind her taking the lead from time to time. He lay there while she rode him hard, watching the point where their bodies joined together.

"Yeah baby girl. Ride that dick. Ahh, babe," he moaned as she sank back down fully on him, grinding his dick enthusiastically. She leaned over him, her breasts swaying in his face, and he flicked his tongue over her right nipple, feeling her body shudder in reaction. Eventually, she released his hands and they immediately grabbed her ass, squeezing tightly as he pushed himself deep into her. Sasha threw her head back with a groan, electric currents zipping through her body as his hard dick raked her G-spot. She leaned down and kissed him passionately, their tongues plunging and stroking each other's mouths, and she sighed at the feel of his hands caressing her ass, her back, her hair. Her breasts pressed against his chest as her ass flexed back and forth, up and down, her slick flesh consuming every inch of his thick dick. She refocused on his neck, and she loved the way his moans echoed around the suite. He grabbed her hips and bracing his leg on the couch, began thrusting upwards into her hard and fast.

"Oh shit yes, just like that," Sasha moaned, leaning her forehead against his as he plowed into her, obliterating her G-spot, "Fuck you're so deep, baby."

"Just the way you like it, sweetheart," Joe breathed, wrapping an arm around her back and latching his mouth onto her nipple as his dick maneuvered in and out of her warm, wet pussy. She groaned loudly as he smacked and squeezed her ass while thrusting relentlessly into her. The couch rocked wildly from their actions, and Sasha gripped the armrest above his head, her vision cloudy with pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she gasped, "Yes, faster. Faster, baby. Make me come for you."

Joe's glazed grey eyes fixed upon his lover, gritting his teeth as he felt her inner muscles tighten around his length. Sasha climaxed hard, groaning and gasping, her thighs squeezing his hips tightly. Joe sped up his thrusts, cursing aloud as he felt his own release surge through him. "Fuck! Baby I'm comin'-"

"Yo G.I., I think I left my...oh god!" Walking into the room through the side door, Colby groaned at the sight before him. Sasha squealed in horror and hid her face in Joe's neck. The Samoan noticed nothing, his eyes shut tightly, groaning in ecstasy as he finally emptied inside his girlfriend. Colby shielded his beet-red face, groping blindly for the door handle. "Shit, I'm sorry, I...shit."

"Oh my god." Mortified, Sasha kept her face in Joe's neck even after the door closed. "I'm so embarrassed," she whined.

Joe kissed her hair and rubbed her back soothingly. "It's okay."

"No it's not! He saw us!"

"He didn't see that much. We were covered up. And it's not that big a deal, we walk in on each other all the time."

Sasha glared at him. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Dismounting him, she pulled the covers further up her body and over her face. She didn't think she could look Colby in the eye ever again. "I'm never ever leaving this room. Ever."

Joe chuckled. "You'll get over it. Both of you." He got off the couch and walked towards the bed, picking up what he recognized was Colby's watch off the floor. Probably what he'd come for. Joe grabbed a towel and cleaned himself up with it. "I'm gonna take a shower. Care to join me?"

He walked around the room naked and Sasha bit her lip as she drank her boyfriend in, appreciating the beauty of his hard, young body; the broad shoulders, the defined biceps and abs, down to the rock-solid thighs and of course, that fine, firm ass. All big and buff and strong and all man. And she hadn't even mentioned the hair or the eyes yet. He was hands down the sexiest, most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. They'd only just had sex but she found herself getting aroused again. "You don't play fair, Anoa'i."

"Never have," he smiled that suggestive half-smile of his, winking at her. "Come on, baby girl. You know you want to." he goaded, sauntering into the bathroom and knowing full well how this was going to end.

It was bait and she knew it, but sure enough... "Since you asked so nicely," Sasha said, rolling off the couch and scrambling after him.

"You should get that dress. The green one."

Sasha glanced at the dress in question and back at Trinity. "You think so?"

Trinity didn't look up from her texting. "Yep. You looked super hot in it. I know the big man will love it. He won't be able to keep his hands off you. Not like he can already. Every time I look he's touching and holding you."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Sasha laughed. The two women were all alone in the dressing room of a boutique they discovered downtown, their third store of the afternoon. Trinity had invited her shopping to pass the time while the Shield, the Usos and the other Superstars went on their media rounds. Joe had given Sasha his credit card, which she reluctantly accepted after a lot of convincing from her boyfriend. As she and Trinity tried on different outfits – well, mostly Trinity – they listened to the live podcast featuring the Shield on Trinity's phone. Their familiar, distinct voices filled the small dressing room as the boys promoted the live WWE event in the local area later in the evening, discussed the Shield and other trivial stuff. Then the radio host got to the good part.

"Now I know you three gentlemen have a lot of female fans because they call the show all the time to gush about you guys and offer their hands in marriage," he said, to which the boys laughed. "So how about we clear the air here. Are you guys single?"

Jon spoke first. "As a dollar bill, brother," he said, and everyone burst out laughing.

"I'm not," said Colby. "I have a girlfriend."

"Same here," said Joe.

"And speaking of," the host piped in, "Roman, there's been some photos of you that's circulated around the web for a couple of weeks now. Is she the lady in question? Who is she?"

"Yeah that's her, she's mine," Joe confirmed.

"Shuttin' all that down, right guys?" said the host.

"Shuttin' it down, brother," Joe agreed, accompanied by Colby's laughter.

Sasha smiled shyly as Trinity grinned like a proud mama. "That is so cute! I'm totally gonna tease him when we get back."

"Please don't," Sasha laughed. It then hit home that Joe had just announced their relationship to the world. She expected to be agitated but all she felt was calm and pride. She guessed she was already used to being known as Joe's girlfriend. Besides, it didn't matter what anyone else thought. Not anymore. He was hers and she was his and that was all that mattered.

The guys were now talking about some of their WWE colleagues and one name that popped up got Sasha's mind wandering for a moment. "What's up with Joe and Randy by the way?" she asked Trinity, "You can cut the tension between them with a knife."

The WWE Diva had an odd look on her face. "It started about a year-and-a-half ago. Barbie, one of the Divas at the time. Joe took a liking to her and like the naïve rookie he was, he mentioned it to Randy and a few other guys. Randy actually encouraged him to ask her out. The night he planned on doing that, who does he see making out in the parking garage? Randy and Barbie."

Sasha's eyes widened. "Whoa."

"Yeah. Few weeks later there were rumors that Randy hit her. We still don't know if it's true and I don't know if that's the real reason she left. But basically since then Joe and Randy have never seen eye to eye."

Wow. She'd thought it was odd when Joe had asked if Randy had touched her after their first meeting but now it made sense. Men and their pissing contests though.

Trinity had now switched her attention to Sasha's phone, admiring the wallpaper. "T.K. and Mia are so cute. Will you bring them around next time?"

"Next time?" Sasha repeated.

"Yeah. You'll come on the road with us again, right? I know Joe will want you to." She met Sasha's eyes, a thoughtful expression on her pretty features. "He's really happy that you're here, you know."

Sasha smiled. "So am I. At first I was just doing it for him but now I'm glad I came. I've met some super-nice people such as yourself-" she said, laughing when Trinity dramatically waved away her compliment, "-so I have no regrets." She paused, staring at the younger woman. "Seriously Trin. Thanks for going out of your way to make me feel so welcome. It's been nice to get a female perspective around here. That and the girl talk as well."

"It's nothing, honey," said Trinity, hugging the older woman. "You're great to hang out with. I can see why Joe's so taken with you. He's one of my best friends and I'm thrilled he's found someone who makes him happy."

"I miss you, Mama," Mia spoke in a forlorn voice that made Sasha want to cry. "Are you coming home soon?"

Dragging her shopping bags behind her, Sasha stepped out of the elevator, mouthing 'bye' to Trinity as she went in the other direction. The mother-of-two looked up at the hotel room door numbers to track her own. "I miss you too, baby," she replied, "I'll be home before you know it. I'll call you later tonight alright? Give my love to Aunt Cher, Uncle Reggie and the twins, okay?"

"I will, Mama. I love you."

Again, Sasha felt her eyes brim with tears but quickly blinked them away. "I love you too, baby. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

She put her phone away in her bag, resolving to call T.K. once she was back in the room, and nearly collided with a broad chest in the process. She glanced up, meeting the blue gaze of none other than Randy Orton. His head was cocked to the side, his eyes darkening like they always did when he scrutinized people.

"Sorry," she mumbled, sidestepping him, but she was stopped by his hand closing around hers. "Whoa, where's the fire?" he asked, his eyes falling upon the bracelet on her wrist, the one Joe got her in Miami. "Pretty."

Gently but firmly, she pulled her hand away. He was an imposing figure but Sasha did not allow herself to be intimidated. "Thanks. Do you mind getting out of the way?" she asked.

His eyes shone sinisterly. "Are you avoiding me, darlin'?"

"Why would I be?"

"I don't know. Perhaps your boyfriend has warned you about me," he said, drifting closer to her.

"He hasn't warned me about anything," she answered. "Actually, he's never talked about you. Ever."

If the Viper was slighted by the thinly-veiled jab, he didn't show it. His trademark smirk broadened. "Well then, I guess he wouldn't mind if you and I went somewhere and had a nice friendly chat, hmm? Get to know each other a little better?"

Judging by the way he was eyeing her chest it would be anything but just friendly. Randy was an attractive man and though she was flattered by his attention he was legit creeping her out. And after what Trinity told her, she concluded that she wanted very little to do with him. "Look, Randy," she said, looking him dead in the eye. "I don't know you, and I don't know what problems you have with Joe but I'd rather not be in the middle of it. So if that's what this is, this whole seducing thing you've been doing, to get back at him? Then stop. We're too grown to be playing games. You look like a million dollars. I'll admit it if that's what you want to hear because it's the truth. But sadly, that's where my interest in you ends." She stepped closer to him, her lips nearing his ear. "Sorry."

The scowl on his face told Sasha he had never been spoken to like that before, and vaguely she wondered if he was going to lash out. At the same time, she doubted he would. In the short time she'd been around she learned that wrestlers got bored and craved attention. She just happened to be there and she was a new face. That was all this was. If it wasn't her, it would've been someone else. However, she was no one's plaything and had no plans to be.

Patting Randy's cheek, she brushed past him, her smile faltering a little when she found Joe standing in front of their room a few feet away, glaring at them. Walking over to him, she kissed his lips. "Hey handsome."

"What was that about?" he demanded.

"Just me and Randy having a friendly chat," she said, entering the room and dropping the shopping bags on the bed. She sat on the bed and rifled through one of them. "I got you some massage oils. This one's got menthol or something in it but Trin says they're really good. Maybe we could use them later tonight if you want. Only for therapeutic purposes of course." She looked up when he didn't answer, her eyes narrowing when he stayed by the door with his arms crossed. "What's wrong?"

"You were flirting with Orton," Joe accused. "The whole touching his face thing?"

Sasha shook her head. "No I wasn't. I was setting him straight."

"I don't want you around him, Sash. He's trouble."

"Relax, Commander. I told him to back off nicely. Not every issue has to be resolved with violence, ya know." Her frown deepened at his suspicious expression. "You don't believe me?"

Scratching his goatee restlessly – something he always did when he was trying to rein in his infamous Samoan temper – Joe sighed, looking back at his girlfriend. "I do. I just don't trust his ass."

"Trinity told me about what he did. With you and some girl named Barbie." She shrugged when he looked surprised. "I had to ask what the beef was about. What he did with Barbara was a dick move. That will never happen with us," she assured him. "We got a good thing going here, right baby?"

She winked at him, watching as his demeanor relaxed and the corner of his mouth curved upward. "Right."

"Good. Now come sit down. Tell me about your day."

She smiled as he joined her on the bed, facing the TV. Sasha picked up a hairbrush, sat behind him on the bed and brushed his hair, listening to his every word. She liked hearing about his day. He always had interesting stories to tell. It was a couple-ish thing to do, discussing how their day went with each other. She felt that it solidified their relationship and the bond between them.

"We've got another meeting before the show tonight," Joe sighed. "I feel like I've been neglecting you this entire trip. I'm always running off somewhere."

"Sweetie, you're working. More meetings mean you're getting more responsibilities and your bosses are starting to trust you more, which is always a good thing. Don't worry about me. My job is to make sure you're getting your rest and you're not over-stressing yourself." She was speaking with his prescription medication in mind. She hadn't seen them in some time but she was sure they were lurking around somewhere.

Joe turned his head and met her eyes, touched by how understanding and accepting she was. She never whined or complained like the others in his past and he found it refreshing. "And I appreciate all of it, Sasha," he said, kissing her cheek. "I'm really glad you came out with me."

She accepted his kiss with a smile, pleased to see the earlier tension was gone. "Me too, handsome. Now turn around, let me finish with your hair."

"Layers, babe."

"What?"

"Layers. That's how you brush the mane of a thoroughbred," Joe said airily. "Bottom part first, then middle then top."

For a moment Sasha stared blankly at the back of his head, then chuckled, gathering the long hair once again. "Whatever you say, Mariah."

Ack, this felt a little filler-ish to me. That wasn't the plan, I promise. Anyway, we're almost at the end of Sasha's trip. Roll up your sleeves for the next couple of chapters. It's gonna be good.

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