"Hey Ellie," Patrick began as he entered his living room. "If you're not busy today would you mind helping me out with something?"
"What did you need help with?" She asked as she turned her attention from the t.v. to her friend.
"I need to do a spot at the next show with a girl, but I don't want it to be the same things I've done before. I want it to be different. I was hoping you'd try some things out with me."
"Or you could just stop beating up women," She joked.
"Nah. Easy way to get cheap heat."
"Since when does Patrick Martin take the easy way out?" She asked as she leaned more forward on the couch.
"Never. Alex Shelley on the other hand…here and there," He laughed. "So are you gonna help me or not?"
"Sure. Just take it easy on me. Remember I'm not trained for this shit."
Ellie put the remote down on the couch and stood up. This wasn't the first time she helped him work through some idea he had in mind for his wrestling career, probably wouldn't be the last either. He took off his hat and tossed it onto the sofa as he met her in the middle of the room. She stood in front of him with her hands resting on her hips waiting. She could see the wheels turning in his head as his eyes were glancing up at the ceiling, temporarily lost in thought.
"So what are we doing?" Ellie finally asked.
"Okay. I was thinking instead of attacking her directly like I usually do, we could do a thing where she runs in trying to help him, but then I grab her and make her watch him getting destroyed by the crew. I just need to figure out the logistics to make it run smoothly. Alright, I think I got it. Slap me."
"What?" Ellie asked caught off guard by his request.
"Just act like you're going to slap me. It'll be fine," He assured.
"Okay," She said, still unsure about it.
Ellis brought her arm back then swung forward, hoping the little force she planned on using would be good enough. She was surprised when he caught her wrist midair. Before she could ask him what his next move was, he spun her around calculating the movements so that the arm of the wrist he was holding was across her chest and pinning her other arm down by her side when he pulled her against him before tightening his grip slightly. She gasped when her back met her chest. His other hand went to her hair, being gentle on his friend as he moved it to the side.
"So from here I can grab onto the hair to move her head in any direction. I can fuck around with his head while he's getting the shit beat out of him by holding his girl and making comments. I could even lick her face, or along here," He explained as he gentle traced his fingers along the side of her neck. "They love that sick shit there."
"Do not lick me," Ellie warned sternly.
"I won't. Not unless you ask nicely." He laughed with a wink.
He let go of her wrist and the two quickly made some space between them. Ellie gently rubbed her wrist as she turned back towards him. Not that it was hurting in any way, she just felt like she had to.
"So, what do you think?" Patrick asked as he stuck his hands into his cargo short pockets.
"I think maybe you should leave that company before they corrupt you completely." She joked as she sat back sown on the couch, pulling her legs up. "Are you sure she'll be okay with that?"
"Pretty sure based off our history. But I'll go over all of it with them first and adjust it however I have to."
She nodded at him. "Sounds good to me then. Different than before, but still along the same lines. I think it's definitely going to get the reaction you want.
"Thanks," He smiled shyly, somewhat proud she approved of his idea. "Hey, lunch should be ready by now. Do you want to come with me to pick it up or hang out here?"
"No thanks. I'll stay here and pic the movie. I don't trust you to do it after the last one you made me sit through," She answered as she grabbed the remote.
"Hey! I have great taste!"
"In food yes. In movies, no. Go pick up lunch," Ellie said dismissing him as she began to scroll through movies on the television screen.
Patrick smiled slyly on his way out the door. Once she heard him get into his car and the engine turn on, Ellie wasn't able to concentrate on the screen. She could only focus on the butterflies that were still fluttering around her stomach from when he had pulled her against him. And the way her skin tingled from where his fingers touched. She had kept this growing crush for her friend buried down deep inside. Not wanting to ruin what they had based on the lust filled ideas that filled her mind whenever he had his shirt off. But she didn't know how much longer she could kid herself. This was no longer the "he's kind of cute" thoughts she began developing long ago. They were growing stronger with each day they hung out together. The way her heart jumped when she'd see his name pop up on her phone went way past the feeling of friendship. And right now all she could focus on was how jealous she was of the girl he would be working with next weekend.