Rain – An unexpected walk in the rain ends interesting.

Ft: Bo Dallas

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I mutter as the cold rain pelts me, pulling my jacket closer to my torso. "This was a bad idea." My rental breaking down in the middle of nowhere starting my day off on the wrong foot. The tow truck taking hours to show up souring my mood further. The fact that cell service dropped out an hour ago was the last straw. Leaving the car and phone on the side of the road as I trek towards some version of civilization. Now a downpour to finish up my day on the lowest point. "Should have just stayed in the car."

"Candis?"

My head shoots up. A dark figure stands beside a SUV ahead of me. They step forward through the haze.

"Candis? What on Earth are you doing."

The haze finally splits to reveal Bo Dallas, water dripping off the brim of the top hat.

"Bo?"

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to find civilization, what are you doing?"

"Rented a cabin up the road. Jesus, it's cold out here. Come on," he holds out a hand to me."

"Bo?" I ask stepping forward slowly, taking in his appearance. "Or Uncle Howdy?"

"What? Oh, no. Come one," he motions me forward. Holding the passenger door open, he waits for me to slide in. "Just left right after my match, didn't take anything but the mask off," he continues as he slides behind the driver's wheel, adjusting the heating vents towards me. "Why were you out in this?"

"Car broke down. Got tired of waiting on the tow truck," I shiver. "Rain snuck up on me."

"So you decided to walk a back country highway in the middle of nowhere?"

"Wasn't thinking," I mutter. "Got impatient."

"You got soaked," he states, reaching in the back and returning with a towel. "Where to?"

"Closest hotel, I guess." I run the towel over my hair and arms.

"Nearest town is twenty miles."

"Closet you can get me then."

"You're staying with me," he sighs.

"Since when are we that close," I smirk as he turns down a side road leading into the woods. "I'm sure the rest of your little group would love that also. Or is that your plan? Take me to the middle of the woods as a sacrifice?"

"No," a smile crosses his face, a dimple flashing. "Just me."

"Just you sacrificing me?"

"We're not as bad as everyone thinks," he states lowly.

"I know you're not. Or you weren't before you left last time. You seemed to have changed slightly."

"Not really. Just let my dark side out more. I'm still me."

"Still you huh?"

"Yes, still me. We're here," he sighs, putting the car in park. "I think I have some clothes that will fit you, they'll fit you badly but they will fit. You can come in and get warm or you can continue in the cold," he nods towards the cabin in front of us. "Whatever you choose."

Sliding the car, he hurries into the building. I sit watching him disappear.

"Am I really going to trust a cult leader," I think. "He's more than a cult leader, Candis. He's Bo, you're first crush in NXT. The sweet guy who helped you through the tough first years. The guy you still crushed on when you made it to the main roster. Still sweet despite the people he hung out with. But then he left. And when he came back, he came with a darkness. A darkness that scared you despite the lingering crush. The crush that made you climb into a car without thinking. A crush that has you sitting in the middle of the woods with no way to contact the outside world. A crush that is really pushing me to go in that cabin and not start walking in a storm again. I can go back to the car and hope it hadn't been picked up yet. We hadn't been driving that long, I could probably make it… and be alone once again. The loneliness seeping into your bones faster than the cold. What the hell, what's the worst that can happen. He kills me and I don't have to worry about the car anymore." Trudging up the path, I slip into the cracked door. "Sooooooo," I draw out the word as I stand by the door. "Does a hot shower come with the clothes?"

The dimple reappears as he turns to face me. "That could be arranged. Leave that soaking jacket there by the door. I'll throw it in the dryer with the rest of your stuff. Come on," he nods down the hall. "I'll see if I can find you something to wear."

"Thank you Bo."

"Don't mention it."

"You've always been so nice to me," I sigh as I watch him dig through his bag.

"I'm a nice guy," he smirks, holding out a tee and sweats to me. "Always have been."

"And so humble," I smile.

He shrugs in response.

"Shower?"

"Through there," he nods, behind me. "Sorry about the lack of feminine smells. There might be some vanilla shampoo in there but otherwise it's just my stuff."

"Eh, you always smell good every time I'm around you," I shrug taking the offered clothes. "Thank you again."

"Just throw your wet stuff out here, I'll throw them in the dryer."

I throw a thumbs up over my shoulder.

X

I step out of the steamy bathroom and shiver as the cold envelops me. Looking around I find 2 space heaters trying diligently to burn off the chill and a fire in the fireplace. Glancing past the fire I see Bo on the other side. "Ah a shared fireplace," I think. "Lovely." Padding down the hallway, I find the living room and Bo. The man sits shirtless in the floor in front of the fireplace, stoking the fire before throwing another log on. I watch the muscles in his back work, following them down until they disappear beneath the low slung sweats on his hips. "I'm a goner," I whisper to myself as my heatbeat doubles.

"Hmmmm," Bo hums.

"Talking to myself," I mumble, joining him in front of the flames.

"Should have turned the heat on before I left earlier," he sighs. "Sorry. Wasn't thinking."

"You'd also be warmer with a shirt," I smirk, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.

"Can't sleep in one," he shrugs, holding a bottle of whiskey between us. "Something to warm your insides while we wait."

"Are you trying to get me drunk," I smile, taking a long pull from the bottle before handing it back. "Cuz I'm not a cheap drunk."

"I remember," the dimple makes another appearance.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your one-year anniversary in NXT. You about drank the bar dry that night."

"I have very few memories of that night," I smirk. "So anything done cannot be held against me."

He snorts, ducking his head and I could swear the color is deepening on his neck and face.

"So I can't convince you to dance on the table?"

"You're gonna need more bottles for that," I smile taking the liquor when it's reoffered.

"I do have more," he whispers leaning into me. "But not for tonight."

"You have plans to lure some other helpless girl here tomorrow night," I smile as he stands.

"Nope," he sighs returning with a blanket to drape over my shoulders. "You're still shivering."

"You're less dressed than I am," I return, shrugging the blanket off.

"I'm fine."

Reaching out I run my fingertips from his throat to his stomach, causing the man to tense. "Tell that to your skin," I smile slowly, holding the blanket towards him. "You feel like an ice cube."

He opens his mouth and I cut him off, "I'm not taking no for an answer."

Sighing he takes the blanket and tosses it on the couch before disappearing. He returns a few seconds later with the thick comforter from the bed. Taking the bottle from the floor he hands it to me before settling behind me, wrapping his arms and the comforter around the both of us. It's my turn to tense as his hand slides down my arm. "Good compromise," he asks, taking the bottle from my hand.

I shrug tensely as the bottle returns to my hand. "So what were you planning before I intruded?"

"Getting shitfaced in the woods," he mumbles.

"Well that's something. Any particular reason," I ask, letting my head fall back against his shoulder so I can see his face.

"Feeling particularly lost without him."

"Without who," I whisper.

"Bray," he whispers, taking another long drink from the bottle. "My big brother."

"That's why you went darker," I state, pulling his arm with the bottle back down.

"That and they needed someone to remember them. Nikki, Joe, Dexter, and Erik. They needed someone to bring the attention back to their talent."

"Like Bray did."

"Like bray did," he echoes, his eyes on his hands. One now resting on my knee, the other gripping the neck of the whiskey bottle tightly.

"You really are a good guy," I smile up at him.

"It can stay our little secret," he smirks, but it doesn't quiet reach his eyes.

"I'd rather tell everyone."

"What about you? What are you doing out here?"

"If you're gonna be lonely, might as well do it thoroughly," I shrug taking the bottle from his hand.

He cocks his head behind me and I feel his eyes heavy on me.

"I don't know if you noticed but I don't really fit in…anywhere. Not with the women, not with the guys. I don't make friends easily and most of mine left. Or found new ones," I whisper.

"You could have found your old ones when they came back."

"They're kinda scary now," I recap the bottle setting it at my feet. "Didn't know if was still welcome around them. Just kinda lost right now," I shrug.

The heat gathering in my chest has nothing to do with the liquor in my system as I watch his fingers skim up my arm slowly, continuing up my shoulder to my chin. Tilting my head back he meets my eyes squarely. "You could have found your old ones," he states again firmly.

I swallow thickly before nodding. "The Wyatt Seven doesn't have the same ring to it."

"Sicks. S-I-C-K-S. And there are only five of us."

"So what are you trying to say," I ask spinning to face him, my legs draping over his thighs as my feet cage in his hips.

"You don't have to be lonely. And you don't even have to join the group if you don't want to. Just find me."

"What if you didn't want me anymore?"

"Impossible," the dimple returns.

"Really?"

"What do you remember about that year anniversary party?"

I shrug, folding my hands in my lap. "Everyone was buying me drinks. Dancing. Vaguely being on top of the bar. Being carried home."

"Who carried you home?"

"Don't know," I sigh meeting his dark eyes. "I know who I wanted but I always assumed it was Kass. He was always the father of the group."

"Nope," he states, the intensity in his eyes growing.

"You?"

He nods. "Threw you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You commented on my ass the whole walk back. Then when I put you in bed," his eyes close at the memory. "And you pulled me down and planted a sloppy kiss on me. And moaned my name."

My mouth goes dry at the look on his face, a mixture of ecstasy and pain.

"I wasn't going to take advantage of you when you were like that. The next day you acted like nothing happened. So…" he trails off.

I lick my dry lips trying to think of how to respond. "So you ignored it and acted like it never happened? Just brought me breakfast and electrolyte drinks?"

He nods, eyes still closed.

Sliding closer, I wrap my knees around his hips. "That night," I whisper, inches from his ear. "Did it sound like this: Bo," I groan, my lips ghosting over his jaw. "Or was it needier? Like: Bo, please," I moan, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "It's always been you that I need, that I want. Always you. Even when I'm terrified I still only wanted you."

"Candi, don't. You don't mean…"

"You know it takes more than half a bottle of whiskey to affect me."

His eyes pop open to study me. "God, you're beautiful," I grin, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

"Not half as beautiful as you," he growls pulling me into his lap and flush to his chest. His tongue swiping his lower lip as his eyes drop to mine. "Are you sure?"

"Never more sure in my life," I smirk, leaning in but leaving just enough space for him to back down. He closes the gap, kissing me softly. The second kiss is more intense and the third leaves me breathless.t

"Fuck," I breathe as we break apart, my hands sliding up to bury in hair.

"Not yet," he smirks. "I'm getting there."

He dives back in before I can respond, his tongue coaxing my lips apart to dance with my own. His hands gripping my hips tightly. Breaking the kiss briefly I yank his shirt over my head and to the side. "Much better," I grin diving for his throat. My breast pressing against the warmth of his chest as I lavish his throat with nips and my tongue. His hands go behind him as he collapses backwards slightly to allow me more access to his throat which I take advantage of. My hands tracing every curve of the muscles in his arms. "Damn I've wanted to do this for so long," I think. "And it's better than I could fucking imagine. My hips roll experimentally against his and his buck to meet mine. A ridge already forming beneath me.

"Want my mouth, Bo," I whisper, moving back to his ear. I can feel you're already at half mast and already working on too big for me but damn would I not want to try. I'll let you do whatever you want to me until you can't hold it anymore. Then I'll milk every drop from you. I'm such a good girl like that," I purr, nipping the shell of his ear. Suddenly I'm on my back beneath his body. The noise I make as his teeth find my nipple, waking my body up more would be embarrassing if it were anyone else. This is Bo though. Our bodies fit together like they were made to. One hand intertwining our fingers as he pins my hand above my head, the other moving to show my neglected breast some attention.

"Much better than my mind could think up," he chuckles against my skin. "Do you always make such great noises?"

"It's been so long I don't remember, honestly," I groan, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Fuck," he sighs pressing his forehead against my chest as our lower half meets again. "You're gonna be the death of me. I can tell that already," he grins up at me.

"Is that a complaint?"

"Nope." Suddenly we're upright and moving through the cabin as his tongue battles with mine again. "But this is gonna be hard and fast," he mumbles between kisses. "I don't think I can hold back."

"We can go for the romantic stuff next time," I smile as my back hits the mattress. "Right now I just need you to fuck me."

He growls in response as he yanks the loose sweats easily down my legs, deepening as his hands side into my cunt. "So fucking wet."

"You're not so bad yourself," I mumble working his own sweats down just enough to free him.

He slams into me without preamble and a whorish moan slips through my lips, arching beneath him.

"Candi?"

"Please fucking move," I whimper. "I can't take you not fucking me."

"Fuck," he breathes, staring down at me in awe. His hips slamming into me and I try to meet them with my own.

"I got you, Babe," he breathes, his hand working its way between us to press long slow strokes to my clit causing me to see stars at the combined sensation.

. Show me what you really got," I moan draping my arms over his shoulders to tangle my finger through the ends of his hair. "Oh yeah," I groan as he fucks me harder. My nails scrapping the back of his shoulders as I pull him closer. "That's it Bo. Yes. That's it." I arch against him, my breast brushing against his torso with each movement sending electric tingles through my body. "Fuck," I yelp as he adjust his hips to hit even deeper. "God, you feel so good. Fuck. Fuck. Don't stop. Please. Please."

"Not gonna," he growls, burying his face into my neck. The vibrations setting my entire body on fire. "Gonna cum for me Babe?" Another growl as I slide my nails down his back. And electric sparks flash throughout my body as he bottoms out and I nod wildly as I feel myself tightening in preparation for my orgasm.

"Good girl," he grins as his lips wrap around my nipple.

I see sparks as that pushes me over the edge finally.

"Mmmmm," he hums as he fucks me through my orgasm.

"Don't you fucking stop," I growl as he starts to slow. "Not til you filled that pussy up like I've always imagined."

His hips resume the fast and harsh rhythm. Aftershocks rocking my body with each meeting of our hips. He groans with each spasm of my pussy around him.

"You close Bo," I purr.

He nods wildly, rolling his hips and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"What do you need, Bo? Tell me and I'll give it to you."

"Perfect," he grunts, his breathing ragged. "So fucking perfect."

Seconds later he cries out, his hips stuttering, cock twitching inside me.

Collapsing down onto his elbows, he studies my face and I study him right back. Taking in the flush of his skin and the tangled mess I made of his hair.

"You're even more beautiful when you're fucked senseless," I grin, earning me a chuckle.

"Ditto," the dimple makes yet another appearance. "Should we shower now or when you're done with me?"

"Oh, that's going to be a very long time," I grin. "We might need to do other things like clean up, eat; you know the basics.

"Come on then," he smiles stripping completely.