this is what happens ; this is what they do. they fumble , they fuck , and she's gone before he's out of bed. and , to say it wasn't what he'd wanted , initially , was a lie. someplace warm to get off after another backbreaking match or someone with the wrong opinion'd riled him up. because his fingers , tangled up in all that blonde , never evoked complaints. liv egged him on. made demands. tested a still impressive endurance and , despite it all , fell apart like she were fragile in the end. but she's not. she's anything but and seth , for all his bluster and bravado , finds himself in the same , sorry position he always does. sat up , alone , watching her get ready to make a run for it.

" sure , why not , " his voice is hoarse , red splotches at either side of his neck in the shapes of her fingers , " i'll tell you all about 'em when i wake up. " it'd be easier if they stopped. his room stayed his room — hers , hers. but liv isn't quick enough tonight and , sheets failing in their pull to restrain him , seth's made the lurch after a hand now finished with its hurried chore. " hey ! " it's a tight hold and he's hesitant to lessen his grip. not when supposed freedom means this room'll be too quiet and this big , stupid bed , too empty. " would you just.. wait a minute ? " @sickfcks

bubble of laughter spills from plump lips, a coating of pink gloss in signature fashion while curls of blonde form a crown against silky sheets. she's an image of perfection, and the taste of tequila. late night hours of partying drew them back to her hotel room, desperate hands and hungry lips barely haven taken a break long enough to make it through the door before latching onto his shirt, pulling him down with her. ❛ off ❜ simple request though a smile, bunching up the material towards his chest and over his head. [ PUSH ] sender pushes receiver onto bed.

she's wet , warm , empowered.. there're no complaints to be had. he doesn't shake loose of renee's grip , his wrist pressing into her palm for the added pressure she's readily grinding into. riding fingers that'd have entered without aid eventually , but the show of demanding desperation is enough to give in without much fanfare. a welcomed glide , once , and a second , crooked to coax another , throaty noise while she speaks. asserts herself. nestles her pretty little digits around his throat and—

for a second , brief as it was , he'd doubted her. raised his chin for a defiance that's readily shot down. forced back into a cushion that accepts the bulk of both their weight ; she should squeeze tighter , though. steal the twinkle out his eyes and the cruel way his thumb moves to join a fun she thinks herself in control of. catches the sweet spot of a bud that's circled , " can't , " seth rasps , tongue wetting lips before lulling out , an eager taunt. " always thinking. " about his next moves. about his retired plans and future goals. about how hard the weight between his legs has swollen and whether he could kick his shorts off without standing.

breaths are finally tapering. they shudder. fall. lips are tingling with a wanting numbness and , " you gonna— " he doesn't quit. he doesn't stop talking till he's made to and the pump of soaked fingers , their pace steady and their target stroked , egg him on , " settle for my hand ? "

seth hoped not.

his heels planted , hips rise , the offering there for the taking , knocked up against the backs of soft , pale thighs. but.. as he scoops renee closer , near enough for teeth to catch at silk and skin of her breast , " when my face is right here ? "

a    few    more    seconds⸺    few    more    seconds    of    feeling    his    fingers    rubbing    against    a    swollen    nub    between    her    legs,    his    hand    sticky    with    her    wetness    slowly.    he    is    right.    he    is    right    because    this    is    not    all    she    came    for,    not    what    she    wants    to    settle    for.    hands    finally    release    his    throat.    “    true,    baby.    “    the    petname    feels    foreign    on    her    tongue    but    she    tries    the    taste    of    it    anyway,    tries    for    the    sake    of    seeing    if    it    causes    any    sort    of    reaction.    all    those    nights    spent    together    and    yet    . . .    renee    still    pushes    and    plays    and    most    of    the    time⸺    gets    lucky    with    it.    “    i    guess    there    is    only    one    way    to    shut    you    up    after    all.    “

where    her    center    and    his    hand    touch,    she    withdraws.    withdraws    and    raises    enough    just    for    the    sake    of    finding    his    shoulders    with    her    hands,    nudging    him    to    lay    on    his    back.    it    should,    perhaps,    be    awkward    when    there    is    a    brief    pause    until    he    is    stretched    out    on    the    couch    but    . . .    knowing    seth,    he    probably    doesn’t    care    and    so    she    tries    not    to    care    either.    

reverse    cowgirl    on    his    chest,    leans    forward    to    expose    herself    right    before    him.    the    first    time    they    had    done    this    she’d    been    nervous.    now,    renee’s    heart    pounds    in    her    chest    but    she’s    far    too    distracted    by    the    tent    in    his    shorts    to    care.    far    too    distracted    to    care    when    fingers    slip    under    the    elastic    to    push    the    fabric    down    towards    his    thighs,    greeted    with    the    price    she    came    here    for.    her    palm    connects    first.    then,    before    waiting    for    his    mouth    to    connect    with    her    center,    puts    her    own    to    use⸺    tongue    pressed    against    a    pink    tip    that    tastes    salty    and    feels    hot    and    gets    greeted    by    the    inside    of    her    mouth. @kngdrip

even without renee , he'd taken to walking behind them. letting seth and dean lead. talk strategy. he was the quiet shadow , there , making sure their sixes were covered. but with her there..

she makes him nervous. makes palms clammy and the subtle twitch of a stifled smile harder and harder to bury. likely for a knack of not really wanting to. not when roman catches her in his peripherals , looking. watching. growing a grin of her own for every new fumble that tries to crease at the corners of his eyes. and it's that amusement that should've kept him free from surprise. warded off the hitch in his breath and a stumble through a doorway that's just as quickly shut as it'd been opened. " hey , hold up— "

the words don't have time to get their legs up under themselves. she's smiling. renee is all sparkling eyes , bouncing curls , and a smile he doesn't , this time , shy away from. returns it , even. till it's crawled up into pale grey and his own grin coils in spite of him. moves his hand from the hold of thin fingers and , instead , threads them and their counterpart with his own. " c'mon.. you know i've got a match. " that he'll willingly be late for , judging by the continued grip and a diminishing distance. " 's gonna be a real long night with those two if i'm late. you gonna take the fall for me ? "

“    just    two    minutes.    “     coyly,    cheeks    turn    rosy    as    they    stand    in    each    other’s    personal    space.    wonders    if    . . .     he’d    allow    more.    if    he’d    let    her    get    just    that    much    closer.    just    close    enough    for    her    belly    to    touch    his.    carefully,    testing    the    waters    all    while    cheeks    start    hurting    from    the    grin    on    her    face    that    turns⸺    nervous.    “    i    will.    i’m    sure    your    boys    will    be    . . .     gentler    if    i    do.    “     and    she    wonders.    wonders    what    it    would    be    like    to    feel    his    face    close    to    hers,    his    breath    on    her    skin,    his    lips    on    hers    . . .    and    then    feels    her    heart    beating    in    her    throat    over    it    and    shies    away    from    trying.    “    i    missed    seeing    you. ”    admitted    sheepishly    while    head    leans    further    into    her    neck    to    look    up    at    him    from    behind    thick    lashes.    

❛  you look absolutely irresistible right now.  ❜ ❛  there’s so many things i’d love to do to you.  ❜ ❛  it isn’t fair how much you turn me on.  ❜ ❛  i can’t stop thinking about you.  ❜ ❛  tell me what you want me to do.  ❜ ❛  do you want to take this somewhere more … private?  ❜ ❛  if you keep looking at me like that i don’t think i’ll be able to control myself any longer.  ❜ ❛  is this okay or do you want me to stop?  ❜ ❛  would it be wrong for me to kiss you?  ❜ ❛  i’ve noticed you’ve been staring at me this whole time.  ❜ ❛  why don’t you come a little closer?  ❜ ❛  the things i’d do to you if we weren’t out in public …  ❜ ❛  can you feel what you are doing to me?  ❜ ❛  i’ve got something really special planned for us.  ❜ ❛  we’ll see where the night will take us.  ❜ ❛  i’ve never felt such an instant connection with anyone else before.  ❜ ❛  you can do whatever you want to me.  ❜ ❛  it would be a shame to waste such a perfect opportunity.  ❜ ❛  i’ve always wanted to do this.  ❜ ❛  you’ve been teasing me for far too long. it’s my turn now.  ❜

[  WALL  ]  *  your muse pins my muse against the closest wall. [  ALMOST KISS  ]  *  my muse leans closer to your muse almost like they’re trying to initiate a kiss, only to pull away in the last second. [  TEASE  ]  *  my muse teases your muse either by touch or words or any other way that works for them. [  TUG  ]  *  your muse tugs my muse closer and wraps their arms around them. [  STRIPTEASE  ]  *  my muse gives your muse a show as they take off their clothes. [  LAPDANCE  ]  *  my muse gives your muse a lapdance. [  SECUDE  ]  *  my muse whispers sweet nothings to your muse. [  EYE CONTACT  ]  *  your muse gazes deeply into my muse’s eyes. [  LINGER  ]  *  your muse gives my muse lingering touches. [  STUCK  ]  *  our muses are stuck in a small broom closet together. [  BLUSH  ]  *  your muse makes my muse blush with their words. [  CLOSER  ]  *  my muse comes closer, invading more of your muses personal space. [  ACCIDENTAL BRUSH  ]  *  my muse touches your muse ( somewhere intimate ) on accident. [  PURPOSEFUL TOUCH  ]  *  my muse touches your muse ( somewhere intimate ) on purpose. [  FLIRT  ]  *  my muse flirts with your muse.

some days , he can block it out. he can turn off the chief and sit with her , pleasant and picking. see how long before a seat on the sofa turned into a trip to the bedroom and an afternoon nap spent in the afterglow of somewhat lazy morning sex. but.. other days— days like today.. roman struggles with the set of his jaw and teeth that don't sit right together in the line of a frown that comes and goes. loops itself around his neck and pulls him from the peck of her lips and back into a buzz that signifies that conversation wouldn't be over lest he made it so.

and he would. ignored a phone , face down and glowing , for the alternative of an offered mug of coffee and an idle there beside her. renee still wearing the marks of a nice , long night. renee who smiles despite his temper. " something like that. " though he'd hesitate to claim some of the headaches named.

" was waiting for you to wake up , " though , for the edge of the pancake at the bottom of the stack , missing ? roman'd made sure breakfast was up to par. " surprised you made it out that bed by yourself. " and he was smug about that. smirked through early morning annoyance , knowing he'd put her to sleep hours ago. saw to it she snored into near mid - day and awoke with a glow. " ain't even limping. means i gotta try harder , huh ? "

this is how he likes to start his day. not under the inquiring pester of a cousin prone to shouts. not a series of texts from a wise man who knew he would answer when he felt like answering. no , roman liked the way his fingers spread over the round of renee's belly , small kicks meeting his palm and a proud edge taking the rest of his frustrations to pasture. " you eat up , i can make more when you're done. " make them as needed ; his stomach often bottomless and her appetite quick to spike when stroked. " you know i gotta get my joe in before i start chowin' down , baby. "

“    don’t    let    yourself    be    fooled    by    working    legs.   my   back   is   in   two   pieces    ⸺    or   more.    “    renee    chuckles,    puts    on    a    brave    smile.    not    as    brave    as    she    had    to    be    before.    the    walls    between    them    sinking    in    an    instance    as    they    share    the    hot    beverage    and    roman’s    hand    runs    over    her    stomach.    they    had    a    few    more    months    before    the    day    of.    a    few    more    doctors    to    see,    hospitals    to    visits.    belly    rubs    to    share.    her    hand    finds    the    back    of    his,    holding    it    just    that    much    closer    to    her    center.    where    the    back    of    his    palm    is    large    and    tan,    renee    is    delicate    and    pale.    perfect    contrast.    opposites    attract,    right    ?    “    but    you    can    try    again    anyway    . . .    later.    “    

for    the    sake    of    the    pancakes    she    finally    lets    go    of    his    hand.    lands    another    kiss    to    his    cheek.    “    why    don’t    you    sit    and    we    share    what’s    already    prepared,    hm    ?    lunch    time    soon    again    anyway.    “    this    could’ve    been    lunch    if    they    didn’t    both    have    an    appetite    as    they    did.    

It seems that all they did anymore is fight about the smallest of things. Who did this. Who did that. Nora didn't notice since many of those times were when she's with grandparents. Today is one of those times. The stress of being on an airplane every single day to make show after show was starting to show. He didn't have this much fame in the wrestling world before 2012, where he could do all of these appearances. Back then he was wife less and child less. No worries other than his own well being, but in 2024? Mox is sober, married with a kid. Body aching all the time. Now here he is with Renee arguing about- wait, what are they fighting about again?

“    nah,    i    just    know    you’re    too    lazy    to    make    yourself    a    proper    meal.    you    need    one    after    last    night    though.    “     they    sit    at    the    table    together    and    roman    starts    dividing    the    eggs    between    them,    still    smirking,    still    thrilled    by    the    domesticity.