Alicia groans, sprawled out on the couch, her head resting on Ricardo's lap. "I don't wanna go to work," she sighs. "Maybe I'll just stay at home and relax with you," she suggests, closing her eyes as he plays with her untamed hair.

"No," he says softly, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "You won't let Noam win like that. Go to work, spend time with the other women, you'll be ok." She crinkles her nose, sits up and folds her long legs to sit pressed against him, burying her face in his neck. He laughs softly, runs his hands down her back and holds her close. "I know what you're trying to do," he murmurs to her after a few minutes. "It's not going to work. You have to go to the airport, and I have to go to the school. I will be right here waiting for you with a glass of your favorite wine on Wednesday. Ok?"

"Tuesday," she corrects him. "I'm not going to 205 Live this week." She sniffs dismissively. "I've had more than my fill of that toxic environment to last me a life time." His fingers rub circles in her soft legs and she groans, tilting her head back against him once more. "If you keep doing that, I'm so not getting out of here," she mumbles into his skin.

"Well, we couldn't have that," he murmurs back, his fingers still dancing maddeningly against her skin as she sighs into his mouth, kissing him long and deep, making as much of the limited time they have together as she can.

He drives her to the airport. They hold hands and he strokes her knuckles when she balks a little at seeing the other Florida based wrestlers preparing for their flight out. Sasha, who had treated angrily at Noam, is nearby and Ricardo gently nudges Alicia towards her. "Hey, Sasha," he greets her, knowing her vaguely through wrestling circles.

She smiles at him, blinking a few times as she takes in the death grip Alicia has on his hand. "Hey, Ricardo. Alicia."

He shifts Alicia closer and rests his chin on her shoulder. "So I saw your tweet about Noam Dar last week. You mind doing me a little bit of a favor?"

Sasha's eyes wander from Alicia back to Ricardo. She shrugs. "Sure, why not."

"Mind keeping an eye on Alicia for me?" he asks. "Make sure Noam doesn't bug her, maybe keep her company when you can?"

Sasha's lips twitch. She examines them closer. Exhales. "Yeah, sure, I can do that."

He smiles at her. "Thank you." Pulling away from Alicia, he turns her around and cups her face, kissing her gently. "I'll see you Tuesday then. It'll go by fast."

"I hope so," she mumbles, her fingers digging into his wrists when he tries to pull away. He winces but kisses her again until she lets him go, reluctantly allows him to slip away.

He watches Raw that night while doing things around the apartment. Alicia isn't used, but neither is Noam. When she arrives back in Florida early the next day, she's calm. Smiling. He hugs her and she leans into his warmth. "Noam wasn't even at Raw," she says quietly. "Maybe he was injured... but I was glad to not see him for once." She squeezes him, presses a kiss right below his throat and sighs. "Can we just stay right here for the rest of the week?"

He strokes her hair. Kisses the top of her head. "For the most of it, sure," he agrees, smiling down at her. "Hey, do you wanna see something kind of cool?"

"Sure," she says, blinking curiously when he pulls his phone out.

"So, these guys I met are putting together an online animated series about robots and I'm going to voice one of them..."