Switch a Blade & a stitch

And she knew that, she appreciated it. “I can make it happen. I have a Furball to take care of now.” That was her thought, that it’d cheer him up a bit about having to be in the sling. Already she was wondering if there were any spells or rituals she could do to help him. Saylor decided not to bring it up until she found a promising one. “I know where I can get one. I don’t think you’ll leave it on me for very long, not with how the giant Furball inside you seems to like me.” It was easy to tell that she really didn’t mind, but she did find the entire thing amusing. “I’m a fan of your abs.” Leaning closer, she grinned and dropped her voice to a whisper. “I can prove it to you later.” Saylor figured he would have no problem with her expressing her adoration later in private, a very physical form of her appreciation. “I think I rub you good enough, you will,” she teased. The thought of the Shield uniforms making a comeback was a very nice one. She was a big fan of his tactical pants, almost as much as she was of his extra tight jeans with no shirt. “Do I get a special preview?” Blonde brows wiggled as she tilted her head. “I don’t know about amusing, but I’m glad you’d take it better than some of my exes did. They don’t attack, they just wait for me to order them to do something.” Shrugging, she was honestly glad that he wasn’t freaking out at the prospect of a zombie crawling into bed with them. That growl made her shiver, her lower body definitely reacting, which she was sure he could tell. “You are. It seems like I won the crazy one. I get to keep the crazy one. You don’t scream as much as the half-blonde and you’re not lumbering along like the ‘big’ one.” Saylor knew he was actually taller, but they portrayed Roman as the largest of the group. The kiss pulled a moan from her before he pulled away and she was trying to figure out which way to do it, if she should kiss him again or just continue talking. A smirk played over her lips as she looked him over, deciding on her next course of action. “I liked your first official one since someone in the crowd was screaming about Mox. You guys against the Wyatt family was good. But I wanted to hit Seth with a chair when he turned on you guys.” As she spoke, she tucked her head against his neck, her lips brushing the skin there. And when she was done answering his questions, she bit down on his neck, sucking gently as she carefully pressed closer. Pulling back, she grinned and sat back. “That was some early payback since I know that’s coming for me.”

The fact that he was once a feral wolf wouldn’t bother Saylor. Shit happened. With all her mishaps, she wasn’t one to judge. Besides, he didn’t seem feral to her anymore. It wouldn’t turn her off, and she felt safe with him, knew she was safer with him, even feral, than she was with anyone else. “I like you like this. You need my help, and I like nursing you back to health. Should I go get a sexy nurse’s outfit?” she teased. Well, she meant it, she really would get one if it made him happy or even feel better about her waiting on him. “I mean it! You want a belly rub? You have a belly I’d definitely enjoy rubbing.” Laughing, she playfully rubbed at his stomach over the shirt and hoodie. “You want me to make you some jeans? I think I could do that.” The thought of measuring him was a fun one, but she had a feeling that they’d do a lot more than just measure him for jeans. “I do have to do rituals. Unless you like waking up to zombie creatures and persons in bed with you. If I don’t do rituals willingly, my powers have a tendency to raise the dead on their own when I’m asleep.” Shrugging, she wondered how he’d feel about that. It wasn’t exactly normal and most people would be pretty disturbed by it. “Can you work out in a cemetery?” she asked, thinking it’d be a nice sight to see when she was raising the dead. “I think I can manage.” Shifting the table, she stood and then carefully sat in his lap, leaning over his arm to nudge her nose against his. “As long as I don’t press against you, I think we’ll be okay,” Saylor murmured before teasingly running her tongue along his upper lip. “So you’ve done some pretty crazy shit. I saw a few of your old Mox matches. Did you know that you are my favorite Shield member? Even before I knew you were a wolf and wanted to hump my leg.”

Whatever he was going to say, he obviously didn’t want to share with her. Saylor parted her lips to ask him what it was, but she thought better of it. “Mox. I like it.” Even if he went feral, she wouldn’t fear him. In fact, she’d probably enjoy Jon letting loose around her. She wondered if she’d have to explain to his beast that sometimes she wanted him to hurt her, until she said a certain word. That she needed it. Would it let him give her what she wanted? Or would it try and protect her from something that it thought would hurt her? “You’re not a weak Alpha. But I understand, I’ve been around packs before. I just wish that you didn’t feel like this. It’s not fair to you.” But she wasn’t going to push anymore. It wasn’t her place, she wasn’t his anything except his Mate apparently. “I’d love to massage you down. Do you need a belly rub, too?” she asked with a wink. “I hope you’re still glad in a little bit,” Saylor murmured, mostly to herself. Her eyes couldn’t meet his, but she took in his words as she stared at her cup of coffee, or she tried since he was between her legs and demanding her attention. He thought she was a hot scary? That was different, but she’d accept it if he meant it. Her hand went to his head once he laid it in her lap, unable to keep from making the gentle contact with him. “Who says I wanted to get rid of you? A warm ball of fur to keep me warm in the winter? A muscle man to lift me up and take me against any surface I want? That’s all I need,” she purred with a wink. “I make gear, repair shit, design shit. Been doing it most of my life, started in the Indies. When some people I’d made gear for came here, they requested my services and WWE scooped me up. Now I’m here and I make a little bit better money and I have a giant Furball that says I’m his soulmate. Life’s looking up.” Laughing, she set her coffee aside as she got up to move closer to him, not even questioning that she needed the contact. Instead, she pulled a chair close and laid her head on his shoulder as she ran her fingers delicately over the back of his good hand. “What do you do for fun? I can tell you now, most of the time I’ll be holed up at home with my hobbies and shit. I usually only go out when dragged or for rituals. I don’t like dead animals climbing into my bed or random fresh zombies asking me to pass on messages.”

 “ Mox, huh? Like your Moxley days? ” she teased. “ I’d love to meet Mox. But how about I get to know you first? ” The idea of having a giant wolf in front of her didn’t scare her, she didn’t even fear if he went feral. Saylor knew that a wolf wouldn’t harm their mate, that the beast wouldn’t let them. So if his beast was out and shedding on her, she knew she’d never be safer. “ I like cats, but I prefer dogs. Big dogs, ” she told Dean with a grin. “ I think I will. I just need to get to know you first. ” His words made her sigh as she rubbed the spot she’d softly hit. “ There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re not pathetic. This is why I don’t get all the wolf macho bullshit. ” Holding up a hand, she shook her head. “ Not going to start on that tirade. But I’m not, so you don’t need to apologize for being hurt with me. Take advantage of me instead, you are missing some huge opportunities to get me to wait on you hand and foot. ” Nodding, she was glad that he didn’t seem bothered by it and that he was being careful about his injuries. Another nod, she motioned for him to follow her. “ I didn’t mean to pull you away from whatever it was you were doing or people you want to see. ” Saylor couldn’t actually leave the building yet, but they could go to catering. Since the show was starting, she figured they could find a secluded corner. She didn’t feel any vampires in the area, so she figured it’d be safe enough to talk to him. Grabbing coffee for them, she asked him how he liked his and fixed it before leading him to the far corner of the room. “ So. . .I’m a necromancer. Not like a witch that figured it out, but I was born one. It’s a natural ability that I can’t fight because it’ll be used whether I want it to or not. And I have to be careful because right around the time I was born, powerful vampires finally stopped hunting us, killing us on sight so that they couldn’t be controlled by us. It still happens, so I’m careful and claim to be a regular witch, but. . .yeah. So this is your opportunity to run from the scary chick that surrounds herself with the dead. I’m used to it. ” Lowering her gaze, she sipped from her coffee, shifting uncomfortably in her seat, waiting for him to take off like most did. It was always either that or they wanted her to use her ability for them. 

 When Dean came back for real, Saylor would be one of his fans screaming her head off. He was right, there wasn’t really anyone that was waiting patiently for him to return. Everyone that adored him wanted him healthy and back as soon as possible. Considering Saylor was okay with him keeping her, it would make her even more tempted to have her head checked. At least she knew a Wiccan that acted as her shrink half the time. “ Yeah, you get a bunch of fur and I’m pretty sure I’ll have it all over me when you shed. ” Chuckling as well, she smiled at the hum. “ Yet, ” she repeated, strangely okay with it. Commitment to a complete stranger wasn’t something she was looking for so she’d appreciate his restraint. Nodding at his answer, she couldn’t help grinning at the moan she’d managed to pull from him. If they did keep one another, she’d remember that he liked having his beard scratched. “ I can. Hey! ” Him calling himself pathetic made her frown as she swatted his good shoulder. “ Don’t say shit like that. You’re injured and healing properly, not pathetic. ” As she zipped his hoodie, she stepped closer and pressed a kiss to the underside of his chin before nuzzling her nose against the coarse hairs. “ I should probably get this out there so you know if you want to keep me but I’m not a wolf. That macho bullshit doesn’t matter to me. I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself and not making your injury worse. You can always ask me for help. ” If he wanted to know what she was, she’d tell him, but she was suddenly panicking. After a moment, she stepped back, shifting uncomfortably. A lot of people feared her kind and what they were capable of. Hell, powerful vampires used to kill her kind on sight so they wouldn’t be at risk of playing pet to Necromancers. It’s why she usually hid as a normal witch when vampires were around. But how would he feel about it? 

Most of the reactions she witnessed were excited ones. From what she saw, most people enjoyed seeing him return, in whatever form it seemed to be taking. Whatever it was that had attracted her to him, she was growing wary. But her body was continue to carry her towards him while she just wanted to go collect herself, her thoughts, away from the magnetic male before her. “ I can. ” Before she could react, she was pressed to him. A lot of questions were answered as she felt him nuzzling and inhaling and growling. “ Wolf, ” she murmured. “ Alright, Furball. I can’t do your jacket this close. ” But after a moment, she wrapped her arms around him, petting the back of his head. “ Saylor Blade, ” she replied as she released his head turned her own to gaze into his face. “ With that reaction. . .Do I need to worry about you humping my leg or carrying me off to bite me? ” Saylor hesitated for a moment before lifting her hand to scratch delicately at his beard. “ So, Mr. Good. Do you still require my assistance? Or can I warm you with some coffee or dinner? ”

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There was a little commotion as people noticed Dean, apparently glad to see the Lunatic around, and a few seemed nervous. Since she hadn’t seen him, she hadn’t paid much attention, trying to get her work done before the show started. Saylor was running up and down the halls, delivering gear that had needed some last minute touches and carrying her smaller kit to make minor repairs and make sure nothing was indecent when Superstars performed. When she finally had a moment to breathe, she decided to try and find some of her buddies and see if any were watching the monitors. Hearing exclamations of profanity, Saylor tilted her head before changing directions. Normally she would head away from it, but something had pulled her feet in that direction, and she’d learned to trust in that particular feeling. Azure eyes widened a touch as she took in just who seemed to be having trouble. For reasons she didn’t understand, Dean had always been her favorite member of The Shield. Her mind wasn’t even in control as her feet continued to carry her towards him, noticing the expression on his face. “ Need some help, Ambrose? ” she asked with a goofy grin, setting her kit down on a nearby table. “ Not that I don’t think you’d get it at some point. I might just be able to help you get it done faster, ” Saylor continued as she slowed her approach, her body a little too eager to get to him.