Heal – There is more than one way to heal.

Ft: Pete Dunne

"I thought you were going to help me train, not play pattycake with me. Stop taking it easy on me Dunne," I pant.

"Ya can't handle me being rough on ya," he sneers. "Ya were tha one that tried to get out of this."

"Try me," I smirk as we tie up again, ignoring his accusations. "I'm not that fragile."

His eyes darken as they meet mine. "Ya brought this on yerself."

I roll my eyes, seconds before my back meets the mat.

"Again," I state.

The dull ache as my shoulder slams to the mat for the millionth time in the past hour, each hit harder than the last. Pete seemingly getting irritated with me demanding more each time. "Again."

"Wha? What is goin' on wit ya today," he pants.

"Nothing. Come on."

"No. I'm done."

"Can't keep up, Grump," I taunt.

"I'm not gonna beat on ya anymore," he growls.

"Why not," I blurt. "Isn't that what you guys do. Break women?"

"What are you talkin' about Faith?"

"Like you don't know," I scoff. The look of confusion has me rolling my eyes. "Why don't you ask your buddy Ridge what is wrong with me. If you're done, I'll find something else to do."

"Faith," he calls as I slip through the ropes and out of the ring. "Faith!"

I make my way to the locker room without a second glance towards the man in the ring. Grabbing my bag, I don't even bother changing before heading out.

Stepping out of the shower, I glance at the mirror to find light bruising across my shoulders and back. "Nothing, that I fifth of whiskey can't heal.," I mumble to myself. Pulling an oversized shirt on before making my way into my hotel room. Pouring a full plastic cup of whiskey, I settle on the bed ignoring the buzzing phone on the table. After five minutes of constant buzzing, I finally pick up the phone. Pete the readout states. Hitting the ignore button I move to place it back when it start buzzing again. "What Dunne?"

"Where are you," the man practically growls.

"In my hotel room. Bye."

The phone is buzzing before it hits the table.

"Not in the mood, Pete."

"Don't care. Room numba?"

"Not going to listen to his friends make excuses for him."

"What is the fucking room numba?"

"You're not coming to my room, Pete."

"I will knock on every door in this hotel until I find ya."

Chugging the liquor, I sigh, "Fine. Room fourteen thirty two."

"Wha?"

"You don't think I've been at Shea's side this long and not invested well? I was downgrading to stay with Ridge. You got ten minutes starting now." Turning my phone off, I pour myself another drink. "I'm gonna need this."

Pounding on the door sounds before I even finish pouring. "The boy is fast," I mutter moving to the door. Checking the peephole I open the door. "What do you need to say, Dunne?"

He shoves his way through the door, snagging my drink as he passes.

"Come right in and make yourself at home," I snort closing the door.

Chugging the drink, he turns to face me. "Lacey Evans," he snarls.

I'm taken aback for a second. "Yeah. Found out yesterday."

"He's fucking Lacey Evans."

"Not new information here," I smirk, taking a seat on the desk to watch the man pace.

"He has you."

"Had. Past tense. As in no longer have."

"Does Sheamus know?"

I shrug filling another plastic cup with ice. "Does it matter? Shea is a good friend but its always bros before hoes."

The young man is on top of me before I can blink, his fist around my chin tightly forcing me to stare into his blue eyes, the empty cup slamming down beside me. "No, it's not."

"Whatever you say, Pete. Anything else? Cuz your time is running out quickly."

"Believe me," he sneers.

"Why? Does he want you to spy on me," I snap. "Make sure I am thoroughly emotionally miserable? That I know how easy it is to replace me with a younger model? I better model?"

"No," he snarls.

"Then why?"

"Because…Cuz…" he swallows thickly. "Cuz I don't want to loose ya," he whispers.

"I don't think I heard that right."

His hand moves from my chin across my cheek, to fist into my hair. "Yea, ya did." His mouth captures mine hungerly, groaning when I drop my own cup to fist his tee.

"I expected a right hook, honestly," he mumbles, his forehead pressing to mine. "Had to do it least once."

"I might have but you're pretty good with your mouth so I'll let it slide," I smile.

"Believe me."

I stare into his eyes and find nothing but rawness there. He was baring himself to me for not the first time in our working relationship. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod. "I do. I'm a little broken right now so I may not be the best thing to hold onto."

He shrugs, "We can figure it out. There's more than one way to heal."

"Oh?"

His second kiss is softer, his grip in my hair loosening, his thumb coming up to stroke along my jawline.

"Oh," I breathe when he lets me up for air.

His eyes search mine and I smile pulling him between my knees.

"Alright Butchy Boy," I throw out his new ring name. "Heal me."

His fingers tighten in my hair tilting my head backwards. "Don't call me Butch."

"Alright Pete," I smirk. "Heal me."

I'm pulled to the edge of the desk, my legs wrapping automatically around his waist. His hands playing with the hem of my shirt seemingly unsure.

"Pete?"

"I didn't think I'd make it this far," he breathes pulling a giggle from me.

"Let's start with the bed. Then wherever you feel like going is good with me," I smirk, nipping at his bottom lip.

The grip on me is light as he pulls me into his arms, his mouth on the side of my throat as he moves through the suite. My back hits the mattress and I brace for the weight of the man to cover me. When it doesn't come, I glance up at the man. He stares down at me hungerly, mainly glued to my lower half. Slowly, he moves to kneel on the bed, his hands sliding up my legs. "Yer not wearing any…"

I roll my eyes, "I was planning on drinking all night. You're lucky I put the shirt on."

"Naked would have gotten ya here sooner," he smirks, his hands circling my hips.

"Says you." My hands pull at the hoodie he's wearing, tugging it over his head. He settles on his stomach between my thighs.

"Ya know better than t' tease me," his mouth dropping, nipping a mark onto my hip.

"Or what?"

Pete spreads my lips open with his fingers, making eye contact he smirks before lowering his mouth millimeters from me. "I'll tease ya back." I cry out when he fastens his mouth over my clit and gently sucks, unable to keep my hips from bucking up at him. "Nuh uh," he grunts pinning my hips down. "Ya said whatever I want." He gets to work lashing at my clit with short, firm licks.

I grip the hair at the back of his head, pulling it free from the bun and Pete grunts as I tug gently trying to wiggle free of him.

"Fuck Pete," I groan as I feel the orgasm building. Suddenly, he is gone. "What the fuck?"

"Told ya, I'll tease ya back," he smirks.

"That's just cruel."

He lays there smirking up at me.

"Fine. I'll be good."

His eyes darken.

"But only if you are."

He lowers his mouth lapping hungrily at my cunt, sending little shocks through me his stubble rubbed your thighs.

"Fuck Pete," I moan. "Right there, Baby. Fuck," I cry out as the orgasm finally overtakes me. Pete lapping at me through it until I shove his face away. He sits back, licking his lips watching in awe as my thighs tremble with aftershocks.

"Hey Pete," I smile, wiggling out of my shirt. "What to be inside me? Or maybe…" I trail a hand up in between my breasts.

He nods, shimmying his shorts down his legs. His cock standing at attention.

"Yeah? Where do you want me Baby?"

Strong hands roll me over onto my belly. A swat landed on my ass has me arching my back. "Fuck," he breathes, his hands grope my ass.

"Like what you see, Baby?"

He grunts wordlessly running his cock through my folds.

"Whatcha waiting for Pete," I ask wriggling my hips back against him. "I'm being a good girl, the teasing should stop. Please."

His grip on my hips stopping them, "Yer gonna get every bit of me, Faith," he growls against my ear. "Gonna' fill up this little pussy and make ya fuckin' scream my name. Make you forget his name. Just like in my dreams."

"Then do it," I groan, turning to look at him over my shoulder.

He slowly slides into me and my mouth falls open in pleasure.

"Fuck," he groans as he bottoms out. "Don't even hafta adjust." He pulls out slowly before thrusting forward harshly.

"Fuck," I yelp. "Don't stop. Just like that."

"Yea?" He bucks harshly into me again.

"Fuck yeah, Pete." Pulling one hand from my hip and to my breast and he stills deep inside me. His face pressed between my shoulder blades.

"Pete."

"Too good," he mutters against my skin.

"You want me to be a little bratty," I smirk, rolling my hips back against his.

"Faith," he growls, his hand groping my breast as the other attempts to still my hips weakly.

"I don't think you want me to stop," I purr, fucking myself back against him. "Or you would stop me. "I think you want me to fuck myself silly on your cock."

"Fuck yes. Take what ya need."

"What if I need you, Pete? All of you."

His hand falls to intertwine his fingers with mine. "Ya have it."

"Promise?"

His fingers tug at my nipple causing stars to flash before my eyes, his hips starting to move to meet mine. "Always," he finally growls, bucking into me harshly finally finding his own rhythm again.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Fuck, Pete. Feels so good. God damn. Gonna cum again. Please. Please." His pace picks up, his fingers rolling my nipples exquisitely. "Pete. Pete," I scream as my second orgasm slams into me. Pete fucks me through it before stilling.

"Ya ok?"

I nod, trying to find the strength to press back against him as his cock sits deeply inside of me.

"On yer back," he mumbles pulling out completely. "I still have a promise to fill yer pussy."

I moan at the implications, a smile on my face as I look up at the man. "Hope you don't need much of me. I don't know how much strength I have left."

"Yer already perfect as is," he smirks, wrapping my thighs over his hips. "Just continue to take my cock like a good girl." He buries his face between my cleavage as he slides back into me. My fingers sliding into his hair. I arch against him as his mouth teases one nipple then the other.

"Fuck Pete," I yelp as his teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh.

"Good?"

"Don't fucking stop," I whine, pulling his face back to my chest.

"Not gonna." His hips moving slowly. "Neva gonna."

"God, you feel so good," I groan. "Even after two orgasm, I want more of you. More."

His mouth moves up to my ear, his hands pinning my wrist above my head. "Ya got it. If I can have ya…forever."

I nod, my mouth unable to form words suddenly.

His mouth devours mine, as he rolls his hips into me.

"Pete," I groan, as he tosses his head back. "You gonna come for me, Baby."

"Not yet," he growls.

"But you promised. I need you to fill me up. Please, Baby. Please. Pete."

Wiggling one hand free I tangle it in his hair pulling him down. "Please Pete. Please."

His mouth covers mine again, moaning into me as he release finally comes. His fingers wrapping tightly between mine above my head.

"How long?" I ask as he lays catching his breath beside me.

"Before Ridge."

"Pity. I missed out on months of that."

"Make up for lost time?"

"Tomorrow night," I agree.