A/N - Ok so he did an interview a few weeks ago talking about his training and mentioned that sometimes he and Steph train with just a deck of cards. Basically each suit will be a different exercise and the number will be how many reps etc. Well, a story about that would be rather boring, so I did what any good writer would do and I made it porn. But I also tried to add a legit reason for them to be in this situation so please refer to that one time they were in Cannes, France back in 2017 lol. She was there early, he arrived a day later and here's what happened next. Yes I might be clinically insane. Enjoy!

"What do you mean there's no gym!?

In over twenty years of marriage, Stephanie could count on one hand, one finger perhaps, the amount of times she had heard her husband shriek. So the high pitch of his tone drew a surprised chuckle from her in response.

"Honey, didn't your team sort the travel for this part of the trip? You knew the hotel didn't have a gym. It's France. None of the damn hotels here have gyms." The latter comment was accompanied by an eye roll, less at him and more at their current situation. While often elite in food, scenery and culture, even the most luxurious of hotels on the French Riviera were often lacking in the amenities department.

"What!?" Paul had moved on from shrieking hysteria to annoyed disbelief. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? No gym? There are no gyms in France?"

"There are no gyms in hotels in France." Stephanie knew it was a ridiculous statement. Of course there were gyms in France. And while she didn't share her husband's current state of incredulity at the situation, she was absolutely with him in feeling slightly on edge from all the travel. She had skipped Raw from Indiana on Monday, instead opting to come to Paris earlier to meet with partners before their speaking engagement at Cannes tomorrow. Meanwhile, he had just arrived after a quick stop in London for media. They were both tired, overworked and obviously feeling the stress of the moment. Maybe they could get a room workout in. They'd have to do something or they'd be at each others throats pretty soon. It gave her an idea.

Paul stared incredulously as she sauntered past him and continued sorting through her suitcase, clearly nowhere near as bothered about it as he was. He was about to make another petty comment when he became distracted by her noisy rummaging. She was obviously looking for something.

"Shit." Stephanie cringed, getting it out of her system before turning to face him, afraid her apologetic expression would set him off.

"What?"

"I forgot to pack my bands. We can do a quick circuit in the room. Did you pack yours?"

Paul nodded, happy with the suggestion. He confidently hauled his case to the couch and unzipped the hidden pocket on the inside flap. Despite the entire nation of France apparently letting them down on the gym front, he always carried a set of bands when travelling for situations just like this where access to equipment was limited. So it came as a surprise when his fingers met nothing but air.

Stephanie had already kicked off her shoes and was busy digging out some workout gear. It took a few seconds of prolonged silence for her head to lift and look at him. He looked pissed.

"You did pack yours, right?"

"No."

"What?"

"No! Fuck. I swore I put them in here…" his voice trailed off.

She watched him look to the outside of the case quickly and then back to the pocket. "In the blue case, not this one. I switched them out after Raw. Shit. Shit!"

It wasn't often she got to witness her usually calm, cool and annoyingly collected husband throw the equivalent of what could only be called a bitch fit, so Stephanie thoroughly enjoyed watching him mutter and shuffle the case around like a spoilt child.

"Now what are we supposed to do? I'll not get a chance again for another two days with these stupid fucking flight times."

They stood there staring at each other, similar thoughts running through their minds. Bodyweight stuff. Some sort of HIIT circuit. They could arrange travel to a gym offsite. All potential options.

Suddenly Stephanie was struck with a moment of inspiration! "How about a deck of cards?" She had a deck in her purse. Never travelled without one…she hoped.

He grinned at her and she grinned right back.

"Proud of that one, are ya?"

"I am actually, yes," her cheshire cat smile was more than enough to lift the tension. Truthfully, she was just happy to find an amenable solution.

"Deck of cards will do just nicely. Don't let anybody ever say you aren't the smart one in this marriage." He said it to get a rise and as usual, it worked.

"Don't worry, nobody says that anyway."

A comfortable silence fell upon the room as both husband and wife stood rummaging around in their respective suitcases.

After finally yanking out a pair of shorts and tee, Paul turned around, distracted and anxious to blow off some steam. His shoulders were tight and his body felt wound. It was a relief to chuck his tie on the coffee table, and he made it about three buttons down the shirt, when his fingers came to a sudden stop. While he had been busy trying to find something to wear, his wife had been equally busy doing quite the opposite. She stood with her back to him, still rifling through her belongings and oblivious to his greedy eyes behind her.

His brow furrowed and he took a step forward, then another, entranced by the sight of her standing there in nothing but her underwear. Red. He fucking loved her in red. He loved her in everything. Anything. Nothing. A different type of tension took hold then, one that sent the blood rushing between his legs.

Stephanie didn't even flinch when his arms enveloped her body. She had sensed him coming closer, her head dipping left to give him her neck which he immediately took advantage of. It was the smell of him that always heightened her senses. He was wearing the cologne the kids had gifted him for Christmas. Little did they know the effect their innocent little gift had on their mother.

They stood comfortably, quietly, enjoying the closeness of the moment, until her mumblings broke the silence.

"Hmm?"

"I said," she whispered, rolling her head to the other side. "You smell so good. I love that cologne."

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her to thank their kids but he thought better of it, certain that neither of them wanted to be thinking about their children at this current moment. Instead, his fingers skimmed under the bands of her thong. "You smell better." One hand trailed to the front and pressed between her legs. "Especially here."

She bit her lip and laughed lowly, head swimming in the sexual tension circuiting between them. His hand teased the lacy material while the growing bulge pressing against her lower back started to feel firmer with every passing moment.

Paul kissed her neck and pulled her closer, wanting her to feel how hard she made him without ever needing to do a single thing. "You want to play the other deck of cards?"

"What other deck of cards?"

"You know," he mumbled against her neck, unable to tear his lips from her skin. "Spades for…legs. Diamonds for…arms. Hearts for…your heart." His hands had accompanied his words, running over each body part and stopping on her chest, right over where her heart would be.

"Hearts for your heart?" she smirked at the absurdity of it.

He nodded.

"And clubs? What about clubs?"

Their faces had drawn closer together with each whispered reply, until their lips were barely touching.

Paul brought his hand to grasp her chin and hold her in place. "Dealer's choice. Whatever you want."

The latter part of the sentence was swallowed into her mouth as they finally kissed, unhurried and wet, tongues winding. He let his hand slide to her neck and after a few moments, applied the faintest pressure. It was enough to make her moan and she spun in his arms, kissing him with force. They both enjoyed it, revelling in the build of what was to come. When it came to an end, their foreheads rested together.

"Come on then. Let's play," he challenged, the grin on his face not at all unlike that of the character he so often played on tv. "Where are they?"

"My purse." Stephanie watched in amusement as he pulled the cards out of her bag and marched to the middle of the room. "You're serious?"

"Why not?"

"I thought we were just gonna…" she trailed off, the implication obvious.

"We can," he shrugged nonchalantly, clearing the couch and shoving the coffee table back to give some space for what he had in mind. "But I was really hoping to pull a Diamond."

"Hmmm, what's Diamonds again?"

"Legs."

"I'm pretty sure Diamonds was arms."

While they debated what suit represented what body part, Paul had busied himself manoeuvring her into a seated position in the middle of the couch. Her tan skin and red underwear appeared in stark contrast against the grey fabric. The way she slouched into position, just waiting for what she knew was coming… He took a moment, standing there, eyes locked on hers and hers locked on the bulge between his legs. She bit her lip and slowly trailed the back of her hand between her breasts, letting it rest on her stomach. Her eyes lifted, knowing he was watching her every move. And then she grinned, pleased with the way his pants seemed to tighten that little bit further.

Paul kept his expression serious as he got to his knees. "Spades. Diamonds. I guess we'll find out."

Stephanie watched him flip through the cards, bypassing a few Hearts, then a Spade, then two Diamonds, before he apparently settled on one and chucked the rest on the table, holding it up for her to see. "Six of Clubs."

"Six of Clubs," he repeated. "Dealer's choice."

"You know you're supposed to take whatever card you get, right?"

"I know." He ran the edge of the card down her thigh, digging it in just enough to make her face screw up, then dropped it to the cushion. "Too risky."

"Too risky?"

He nodded innocently, as if he wasn't just about to go down on her. "Too risky. See, right now, I wanna do this. So it had to be Spades…or Diamonds. Dealer's choice. Whatever."

Neither of them were paying attention at that point. It was just noise. His hands tugging the little red scrap of fabric down her legs was the main concern.
Stephanie brought her hand to his head, absently caressing his face and scraping his scalp. A delighted chuckle escaped when he suddenly yanked her hips, pulling her to the edge of the couch. Then his mouth was on her and their little game was the last thing on her mind. Instead, her eyes slid shut and she relaxed into the soft cushions below. The sensation of his beard on her inner thighs, scraping and tickling while he moved his mouth, never failed to make her hips lift in anticipation of more.

She wanted more.

More pressure.

She wanted his tongue.

She wanted his fingers.

Sinking further into the couch, her body tilted slightly to the left, allowing her to lie flatter and angle her hips. Her husbands thick hands were on her thighs, squeezing her hips, trailing over her stomach, while he suckled her clit and lapped it with his tongue.

"Mmmmm baby," she sighed, voice laced with pleasure. "More."

"You want more?"

"I want more."

Paul rested his left cheek against her thigh and glanced up, the look on her face like a lightning bolt of need straight to his dick. Everything she did, even after all this time, still drove him fucking crazy. He watched her expression change as he pushed two fingers inside, to the knuckles, his thumb sweeping lightly over her clit. He watched her hips jerk upwards and couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face. Pulling his hand back, his fingers hovered at her entrance, mouth moving over her once again. Using his tongue, he traced around her clit, circling it painfully slowly in pace with his fingers sliding into her once again.

If it was torture she didn't seem to care. How could she, when his fingers started to move faster, rubbing deeply and making her hips thrash? It felt too fucking good. Then his lips were on her stomach, trailing up until her nipple was in his mouth and it was too much. She moaned loudly, absently grabbed at his head, scraping over his scalp and scratching at his cheek.

Raising up on his knees to better angle his wrist, Paul began to work his fingers quickly in and out. She was clawing at his head, hips pushing at his hand and out of nowhere, her tongue was down his throat. His hand momentarily stalled, indulging in her kiss and letting her have her way with him for just a moment.

When they broke apart for air, Stephanie pushed his head down, telling him in no uncertain terms what she wanted. He was only too happy to oblige. She was going to cum in his mouth and he wasn't going to stop until she did. Fastening his lips on her clit once again, he settled between her thighs and pulled his fingers out. One of her legs, bent at the knee, rested against the back of the couch and the other he dangled over his shoulder.

Stephanie hooked her ankle around his neck for leverage and gave herself to him, one hand on the back of his head and the other gripping the cushion. His tongue worked her relentlessly. Dipping low and tonguing her entrance, then up to flick and lap at her clit, over and over, until she was mewling above him and he didn't stop.

"God baby," she moaned breathlessly. "Oh fuck Paul."

The words tumbled from her mouth as her hips rose. Paul slid both hands under her ass and gripped tightly, tonguing her hungrily. He heard the telltale intake of breath, felt her body grow tense and then the rapid deep belly breaths that followed. She was lost to him in those few exquisite moments, right before she tipped over the edge and exploded.

Paul moaned as she filled his mouth, gushing over his lips and chin. She was sucking air, breathing deeply, one hand threaded through her hair. After a few moments, the sound of her low chuckling was enough to drag his mouth from her. He pulled back and smirked, pleased with his work.

"How you like that dealers choice?"

She shoved playfully at his face. "God Paul, shut up about those stupid cards."

Without a second thought, he bit her left thigh. It was light, but with enough force to make her jump.

Stephanie laughed through a surprised yelp. "Hmmmm, don't take advantage of me." Her tone was whiny, playful, breathless. "I need a minute."

"Oh I haven't begun to take advantage of you."

"But I like it when you take advantage of me."

"Yeah?"

"Mmm-hmm. Yeah. I love it."

The entire exchange took place as he ran his lips up her body, until their mouths were barely touching and his chest was pressed against her, using his weight to push her into the couch.

He kissed her lightly, pulling his head back when she pushed forward for more. "You love it?"

"I do," she agreed, annoyed that he wouldn't kiss her properly. Their awkward position made it tricky to reach between his legs, but she tried anyway, to no avail. It was enough to distract him, and this time she was able to join their lips and kiss him the way she wanted to. Her hand traced the side of his face as they made out, tongues winding slowly. It was a momentary break to let her recover, while keeping him ready for what came next.

As they broke apart, Stephanie kept his face close, because she could never have him close enough. "I love you." It was whispered against his mouth.

He kissed her in response, hard and deep, letting his lips linger as long as he could take it. He was desperate to get inside her. "Lie back."

Stephanie lay as flat as she could, shimmying backwards until she reached the arm of the couch. Her hips still jutted over the edge of the cushion. Paul moved close, planting his left leg on the floor and his right, bent at the knee, on the couch. Lifting her leg closest to the backrest, he lay it against his body, the back of her thigh supported by his chest. He lined himself up, teasing her entrance for a few torturous seconds. Then they both watched as he guided himself into her. The position created immediate friction. Paul groaned loudly. He didn't think he'd be able to hold it for long and god damn, he was already buried and had barely started moving.

But he had waited long enough and the feel of her gripping him, combined with the fact he could get a crystal clear view of the action, had his hips pumping in no time at all. His fingers bit into her thigh as he held her leg tightly, not wanting her body to shift an inch. He held her in place and fucked her hard and fast.

"Oh fuck," Stephanie groaned, eyes rolling to the back of her head in pure pleasure. The sound of it filled the room, skin slapping on skin, while she quivered with every deep stroke. Their hips rocked together.

Paul pushed his knee into the cushion. With her leg up over his shoulder, it gave extra leverage and allowed him to press forward, her hips tilting up and back at the most delicious angle. Still, he knew he could push her a little further. Especially when they were fucking like this. She almost demanded it from him. Leaning forward, his hands gripped the arm of the couch. The movement practically bent her in half and he caught her eyes, holding her gaze as the friction circuited between them.

"Paul! Wait…wait!" If she let it, the orgasm bubbling in her gut would have burst. And she knew he was about to go to town. She knew her husband. He had that look on his face that never failed to make her stomach drop. Taking a few moments to catch her breath was just being sensible really. A ridiculous thought for a woman currently folded in half with her legs in the air but she couldn't wait. Sometimes she wanted to fuck him. Sometimes she wanted them to fuck each other. And other times she wanted to lie back and be taken by him just like this. Her hand snaked up his chest, his neck and shoved against his face, letting him know she was ready.

It was all he needed.

The next few minutes were a daze. The room grew hotter. Their skin slick and breathing heavy. His hips were like a piston, relentless, over and over while she screamed incoherently. Her body tried to thrash but she was pinned tight. It only made the sensation more pleasurable.

"Fuck Steph, I'm close. I'm fucking close baby."

Stephanie loved how ragged his voice sounded. She loved how badly he was struggling to hold it together even more. No matter how hard or rough it got between them at times, it always ended like this, with her husband fighting not to lose control and it drove her crazy to watch it. She reached for him, desperate for his mouth and he finally broke. Suddenly she was yanked closer to the middle of the couch while he repositioned himself on top of her. Body to body, still throbbing inside. Wrapping her arms around his neck, they kissed heatedly, his hips picking up the same brutal pace as before.

It didn't take long after that.

Paul felt her cum before he heard it. The sudden slick wetness that flooded between their legs gave her away. His hips were ravenous in response, pumping and fucking while he pushed his elbows into the cushions.

She clawed at his back while her body thrashed and bucked below him. Then a lengthy moan was ripped from her throat and her eyes screwed shut.

"Fuck yeah," Paul grunted. He could hear the relief in her voice and pushed a few more times until he was the one moaning in relief.

They lay there, squashed together, joined together, completely breathless.

A quiet but satisfied moan escaped her and Stephanie drew it out, enjoying the way it flowed through her body in the aftermath. She loved this moment almost as much as what it took to get there. Almost.

"Shit babe." With his head buried in her neck while he twitched inside her, Paul knew he should get up but wasn't sure he could. A dull ache was forming in his lower back. "I think I threw my back out. Fuck."

His wife bursting into laughter wasn't exactly the reaction he had been hoping for. Sympathy, of course, not laughter.

"That's what you get for pulling out the porno moves."

"Porno moves!? What fucking porno moves?"

"Twisting yourself up, and me, on the couch like that after a long haul flight?"

"I didn't hear you fucking complaining a few minutes ago, did I!?"

He was incredulous and she couldn't stop laughing.

"Hmmmm I had nothing to complain about. It was great. You can bust out the porno moves whenever you want."

Her wicked little grin finally broke him and they laughed together, bodies separating. As they stood, he rubbed at his lower back for a few moments.

"I should have stretched," he conceded, even though the mere act of standing up was already relieving the pressure.

"Should have picked a card for that. Spades for stretching."

"You're very funny."

"I'm glad you finally admitted it honey."

Paul glared at her, trying his best not to laugh. He could never let her know how funny she was. Ever. It was his one rule. "Come on."

Stephanie took his hand and let him pull her up. Her eyes absently noticed the mess they had made in the living room of the suite and she blissfully ignored it.

There was luggage and clothes and playing cards all over the place. "Where are we…"

"Shower," he replied quickly, eyes glinting. "Gonna stretch you out in here. Got some new porno moves to show you too."

The sound of laughter disappeared behind the bathroom door.