I hope hope you guys are still enjoying this story! This chapter gets a little smutty. And makes reference to another story I did [** Life is like Tetris**]. If you like this one, give that a try too. Let me know what you think!
"What?" Skylar's jaw drops. "I made this reservation months ago. Can you check again?"
"Of course," the young man steps back to the computer and clicks a few more buttons. He returns a few minutes later. "I'm sorry miss. It looks like you called to cancel that reservation this morning."
Skylar stammers a meek response, "Why would I cancel a reservation I needed?"
"I don't know miss. I just have a note on the account saying that you called to cancel at 9:53 AM," he explains calmly.
"When I was on the plane... Of course," she attempts to move forward. "Whatever, no big deal. Can I book a room for tonight then?"
"We're actually completely full for the night. There's a big conference in town," he frowns.
"Of course there is," she sighs. "Well, thanks for your time then."
Skylar turns on her heel and finds a quiet corner of the lobby to attempt finding another hotel room. Too stubborn to call any of her friends she spends the next twenty minutes pouring over her phone on every travel website known to man. But to no avail. Not a single room exists within a forty-five minute drive. She drops her phone into her lap and buries her head in her hands dejectedly. A feeling of unwarranted embarrassment overcomes her as she tries to prepare herself to ask her friends for help.
"Just couldn't wait to see me huh? Camping out in the lobby?" Seth's jovial voice breaks her momentary silence.
She looks up, relieved to see the Kingslayer. "I have never been so happy to see you," she says honestly.
"What's wrong babe?" One look at her and his entire demeanor changes to one of concern.
"Someone canceled my hotel reservation this morning while I was flying in," she begins. "Now this hotel and every other one within fifty miles are booked solid. So I'm just trying to work up the nerve to ask Luke or Karl if I can crash on their floor or something."
"Why don't you just stay with me?" He asks with zero hesitation. Completely floored she struggles to make some sort of response, making him assume that he's said something wrong. "Oh, I'm sorry. It's probably too soon for us to share a room. I just thought that you..."
"No, no..." She assures him. "I just hadn't even considered that as a possibility. As long as you're okay with it is be happy to share your room."
"Well, come on them," Seth beams as he takes her hand and leads her back up to the front desk.
He's checked in within minutes and the two of them ride the elevator up to the sixth floor. He holds the metal doors open for her so she can roll her bag out first, then follows her down the hall. They reach the room where Seth taps his keycard to the RFID reader and opens the door, ushering Skylar in first. The lights pop on as he flips the switch by the doorway. A luxurious king suite comes into view in front of the raven haired Canadian.
"I'll take the couch if you're uncomfortable," Seth offers before Skylar even has a chance to BE uncomfortable.
She smiles, "Well, aren't you the gentleman."
He grins, "I'm not as big of a jerk as people say I am."
"I've noticed," she says crossing the floor to him. "But I think I might enjoy sharing a bed with you." She flirts as the butterflies in her stomach start going wild.
His hands wrap around her waist, pulling her body snug against his, "Is that so?"
She doesn't respond with words, just action. Their lips slam into each other when Skylar stands on her toes to get closer to the architect. She toys with the hem of his shirt as she tries to make a difficult decision. Caution is thrown to the wind just moments later as she finds herself yanking his shirt up over his head. The black ball of fabric gets tossed aside, allowing her hands to explore his bare muscular torso. Seconds later her shirt joins his on the floor.
Her body shudders under his touch as his fingertips meet her soft pale flesh. She grabs at his belt buckle and pushes him backwards towards the king sized bed. He sits carefully on the edge of the mattress, never breaking contact with her lips. She pushes him further onto the bed crawling up after him to straddle his lap. Moans escape the both of them as things continue to intensify.
He reaches for her belt, pausing to look for permission to continue. A quick nod and a smile from her is all the go ahead he needs. In seconds her jeans are undone and joining the growing pile of garments next to the bed. Not to be out done she works the black skinny jeans off of the Kingslayer, giving each of them more skin to discover. Their fingers explore every inch of each other causing moans of pleasure to fill the room.
Her teeth clench down on her lip in an attempt to keep from screaming as their bodies become one. He notices and pulls her head down to him, capturing her mouth with his own. Strong hands grip her hips as they grind together. Pleasure floods her body making her whimper. Seth takes charge, flipping her over onto the firm mattress. His long hair, having fallen from his man bun, cascades down over his shoulders to frame his bearded face as he leans down to kiss her again.
She gently bites his lower lip driving him absolutely crazy. They slam together furiously as she moves on to nipping at his neck. He cusses under his breath as he nears his climax. The mess of sweaty, naked bodies pulse together until Skylar's nails dig into Seth's back and she unintentionally screams his name.
Panting and sweaty they collapse into a heap in the center of the large bed. Skylar rolls over to rest her head on Seth's heaving chest. His arm wraps around her shoulder holding her close to his body. One of her fingers trails up his stomach and comes to rest just below his collarbone. He plants a soft kiss on her forehead as they try to get their breathing under control.
"See, I knew that would be a good idea," Skylar sighs.
Seth chuckles underneath her, "I'm letting you make all the decisions from now on."
She props herself up on her elbow so she can kiss him again, "Then next order of business is dinner. We're gonna need our nutrients if we're expected to share this bed all night."
A look of confusion quickly turns into one of amusement as his picks up on her implication. "Oh, I like the sound of that," the patented Seth Rollins cackle follows.
They order room service and lounge around for the rest of the evening. Neither one ever bothering to get completely dressed. Skylar's phone buzzes with a FaceTime call from Kenny while Seth is in the bathroom. Without even thinking she answers the call.
"Hey Hoshi!" She beams.
"Koneko, are you excited for your big match tomorrow?" Kenny's blue eyes twinkle excitedly. "Me and the Bucks are going to watch at the dojo with some of the other guys!"
"Really!? That's awesome!" She grins as her brother reaches for his Switch controller and holds it up for her to see.
"Mario Kart?" He asks hopefully.
She suddenly remembers where she is, who she's with and her state of undress. "Uhh.. Can't tonight," she hears the handle of the bathroom door turn.
"Hey babe, can I borrow your toothpaste?" Seth calls from around the corner of the wall.
Skylar goes pale as she watches Kenny pick up on the extra voice on the call. She fights the urge to fake an accidental hang up, but before she can come up with an excuse Seth walks behind her through the frame, shirtless.
Kenny's eyes grow wide as saucers, Well, I can see you have company... So I'll let you go."
"I'll call you tomorrow," she grimaces. "Love you, Hoshi."
"Love you too, Sky," Kenny says quickly tapping the end call button.
"Ugh," Skylar groans. "That's not going to go over well."
"Big brother doesn't approve of you dating?" Seth assumes.
"I think he would care a lot less if you weren't a worker," she tells him. "He definitely doesn't approve of me dating wrestlers."
"Can't blame him," Seth chuckles. "They don't exactly have the best reputations for being dating material... Myself included."
Skylar can hear the twinge of regret in his voice, "I don't think it's you specifically that's the problem. Kenny and my first real boyfriend didn't exactly get along. I think that kind of soured him on me dating anyone in the business."
"Rough breakup?" He wonders as he sits next to her on the bed.
"Actually no," she tells him. "The breakup wasn't bad. But dealing with the two of us while we were together was hard on him." His look of confusion begs her to go on and give him a little more information. "We weren't good for each other. Better friends than lovers."
"Well, it must have ended better than my last relationship," he tries to joke, but only makes himself frown. She places her hand on his thigh in an attempt to make him feel better. "Between the breakup with her, the nudes and the video leak with Ravyn and Corey[**] last year... I've been struggling to even talk to women."
"That must have been really hard," Skylar gives him a squeeze.
"Incredibly. As if getting caught cheating and having your ex post pictures of you naked wasn't bad enough. Having a sex tape with your coworker's leak while rehabbing an injury is extra demoralizing," he admits solemnly.
"Ferg cheated on me early in our relationship. But I was so caught up in life and lust at the time I let it slide. I could never really trust him after that. We stayed together for a while though. Which made Kenny's life in New Japan super awkward," she tells him.
"I didn't realize you guys had been a thing. Kenny wasn't part of the Bullet Club yet?" Seth asks.
Skylar shakes her head, "No, he was doing a singles run. Ferg had just created the Bullet Club. As if having your little sister tagging along in Japan wasn't bad enough on him."
He reaches out to rub her shoulders with his strong hands, "And you guys are all cool now?"
"Kenny is always going to be overprotective. I'd be the same way with anyone he dated," she leans into his hands almost purring.
"And Finn?" Seth asks as he spins around to lay next to her, one hand still roaming the supple skin of her back.
"Ferg... Has gotten increasingly more like Kenny," she sighs as his thumb finds a knot in her shoulder. "I think now that he's matured some he feels bad about cheating. But who knows... Could just be Ferg being Ferg." She rolls up onto her elbow to face him. "Enough about them though."
She leans over and kisses the dark haired man on the lips. He smirks at her forwardness, returning the affection with a deep kiss of his own. Moments later their lips crash together once more as the two of them get tangled in the sheets again.