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Head at the Table

Roman Reigns x fem!reader

—~~~*ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮*~~~—  Synopsis: One Shot… Head of the Table getting Head at the Table. Enough said.

Warnings/Spoilers: 18+ Smut, MDNI, technically dom!Roman and sub!reader, observed masturbation (f and m), oral (m receiving), daddy kink, delayed gratification, praise kink, facial

Author’s Note: I experimented with minimalism for tension with this one. And I thought it a good exercise since I tend to take a long while to finish my fics anyway- especially a couple with RR still in the works. But decided to just get this one out for the fun and the filth without overthinking. 😝 And I’m sure someone somewhere has done a similar idea long ago when the era was fresh, but I’m a bit late to the game and never got to write it myself so *shrugs* here ya go. 

Word Count: 1.2k (and straight to the nitty gritty)

For the fun and the filth! 🥂🍻

A nasty quickie for ya!

—~~~*ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮*~~~— 

I'll just leave this here.........

Roman reigns One-shot

Pairing: Roman reigns x (OC) Shana

Word Count: 4,647

Warning: Smut

With WrestleMania just hours away and emotions running high, Roman's jealousy sparks a private confrontation that reminds both him and Shana exactly why they're each other's safe place in a world that never stops moving.

WrestleMania 

Allegiant Stadium

Las, Vegas

Shana's POV

I swear chaos of a PLE day never fails to excite me and make my stomach turn but WrestleMania was a whole different beast. I love my job as an interviewer, but it was stressful at times. I was gaining notoriety as an individual talent and not just Roman Reigns girlfriend, so that was a blessing.

I loved that people actually saw my talent. I swear our relationships is like the world’s worst kept secret. We’ve never confirmed nor denied our relationship, but people just know when you see him, you see me.

I wouldn’t trade him for anything, that man has rode for me since day one. Always my biggest fan, always standing across the room to my left, watching, supporting, loving me out loud from a distance and today was no different.

 I had just finished my sit-down interview with CM Punk at Allegiant Stadium. The panel was going to be awesome tonight; I’m calling it now. This was going to be a WrestleMania for the ages and my man was going to walk out as World Heavyweight Champion. I felt it in my bones even though he refuses to tell me.

“Thanks, for allowing me to do this, Punk,” I said truly feeling blessed knowing Jackie was supposed to doing this interview but for some reason we got switched, and I was asked to do it.

 “Nah, thank you Shana for takin’ on this interview, at the last minute. When I heard Jackie was out, I asked for you personally.” 

“Oh, wow well thank you again for thinking of me and giving me this opportunity.” I felt it was only right to thank him again...He was a fan of my hard work..Aye....Go me...

“It's no problem, I liked your interviews that you did with Seth and Rhea. You know your history and conduct good interviews. I knew I had to sit down with you and let you pick my brain. Hope I didn't bore you,” Punk said giving me a hug as I chuckled.

“No, you were great, I had fun, it really was no problem.” I could feel Roman’s eyes on my back as we hugged.

“I think your boyfriends, mad,” Punk whispered, pulling away. I sighed, rolling my eyes. “I’ll handle it, it’s no big deal,” I said as he shot me a small smile. Roman was always so protective when it came to his coworkers interacting with me.

At times I feel he forgets that it’s my job and I have to interact with people.

“What’s up with the compression on his elbow? It ain’t gonna be a problem tonight, is it?” He asked as I shook my head.

“Nah, he’s good. He would never do something to injury himself more. He knows I’d beat his ass,” I said as Punk chuckled.

“I bet you a handful,” he said as I felt Roman gently grab me around me waist and pull me against his chest.

“Everything alright, Baby girl,” he asked as I melted against him.

“Yea, we’re good, baby,” I said turning around in his arms as he caught me off guard with a searing kiss. Shit, that was new…We’ve always remained professional at work and here he was kissing me.

I could faintly hear Punk clearing his throat and walking away as Roman and I came up for air.

“Not that I’m complaining but what was that for?” I asked, looking up as Roman watched Punks’ retreating form caressing my arms.

“Better walk away ,” I heard him mutter under his breath.

“What did you just say?”

“Don’t worry bout it, just makin’ sure he knows you wit me.”

“Roman really-”

“Yea...Really.. and I need to talk to you about it. So..you..Me…Bus…Now,” Roman said as I sighed. I knew in an hour I had to work on the pre-show panel, and I didn’t have time for this petty argument about Punk.

“I gotta get ready for the panel Roman and you got to get ready for the show. You are about to challenge for the world title in a couple hours and need to be getting ready.”

The look he gave me told me this conversation wasn’t up for debate, and he didn’t give a damn about what either one of us had going on.

“I know you got the panel and I gotta big match, but I need to talk to you. Plus, I ain’ seen you in three days.”

“That was by choice, sir. I invited you to my sister’s party,” I joked.

“I had media and you know it,” he sighed, caressing my hand.

“I know, baby…I’m just jokin’ wit ya.”

“So are you comin’-”

“Hey, new favorite on screen partner, are you ready?” Wade Barett asked, coming over and wrapping his arm around my shoulder, the harmless action making Roman flinch. “Kilt your interview with Punk, proud of you.”

“Thanks, Wade.”

“Yes, she did amazing, what else you need, Barrett?” Roman snapped as Wade removed his arm from around my shoulders, clearing his throat.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, I didn’t know it was a bad time, Roman,” he says as I shook my head.

 “You didn’t, I’m good Wade and thanks. Um. Do you think you can cover for me. I’ll be back before we go on air,” I said as Wade took another look at Roman and nodded.

“I got you, take all the time you need,” he said as I gave him a hug.

“Thank you,” I whispered before turning around seeing Roman already heading towards his bus. I rushed to catch up with him.

“Damn, slow down or I can go right back to work…You know I can’t walk fast in these heels,” I groaned as he stopped and jogged backwards to where I was.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered kissing me on the temple, pulling me close as we walked.

“Roman, what’s wrong? Like what did I do?” I asked truly confused as to what had him so on edge. Punk nor Wade has done anything outta line.

“Nothin…You ain’t done nothin’; I just don’t like him askin' for you personally to interview him. Don't even get me started on how he was starin’ at you, Shana.”

“Starin’ at me? Roman, I have to work with the man. I’m an interviewer, and he’s a talent,” I sighed again, trying to not to argue with my boyfriend as he opened the door and ushered me onto the bus away from prying eyes.

“You don’t think I know dat?” he hissed grabbing me my hand as I waved at Jack, his driver.

“Hey, Ms. Shana. You look great,” he said as I smiled.

“Thanks, Jack… Look, Roman, you’re really not being fair-”

“Uh, Jack take a break, I’ll let you know when we’re heading back towards the building,” Roman said as Jack nodded and left us alone.

“Now finish what you was sayin’, didn't need him all in our business,” Roman said as I sighed.

“You’re not being fair. How are you going to tell me that you don’t like someone lookin’ at me, but I’m supposed to be ok with females looking at you. Hell, practically drooling as you entice them by flickin’ ya hair, lickin’ ya tongue out n shit. Just actin' reckless .”

“Shana-”

“Roman, you ain’t stupid…You know what you be doin’ and you like the fuckin’ attention -”

“Oh, here we go wit this shit again, Ion told you bout dat..It don’t mean nothin’,” Roman groaned walking around me and into his bedroom.

“Ain’t no here we go, sir. You want me to be confident in my role in your life, but now you're mad because Punk smiled at me or you feel he was lookin’ at me in a disrespectful way…Get the hell outta here,” I hissed, shutting the door behind us and taking my shoes off.

“A'ight, it does sound stupid when you lay it out like dat…And I’m man enough to admit, I was acting jealous with how I talked to Wade. Now good old Phill...Justified.”

“Roman, I’m with you, not him. I’m just here to do the job I love and be with the man I love..And the man I love is you.

“I know baby and I’m sorry a’ight…I ain’t tryin’ to argue baby. I ain’t seen you in three days.”

“Neither am I..I missed you,”I whispered watching him sit down on the bed and pat his lap. “C’mere baby, let me show you how sorry I am.”

“Roman, we can’t’”- I warned, as he licked his lips. “We don’t have time,” I whispered leaning against the dresser, fighting for my life to stay strong and hold out as he took off his shirt. “Baby n-”

“Mm, don’t say no…Not now,” he pleaded, grabbing my hand, and pulling me onto his lap his chest pressing against my back. “Dada don’t like it when you tell him no, knowin’ he been missin’ you.”

“Shit,” I moaned as he swiped my hair to the side and kissed my neck gently, loving the feeling of his body against mine.

“Yea, you love feelin’ and I do mean feelin’ all of me up against you, don’t you? "

“Yes,” I gasped as his hands slid up my thighs, fingertips digging possessively into my skin, spreading my legs wide placing them over his thighs.

“Mmhm, I know it.. Got you wet as fuck, jus from feelin' dat dick rockin’ up just for you.” Roman whispers again, kissing my collarbone.

“Yes, I can't help it," I cried out. "Roman, please.”

“Mothafucka thinks he slick askin’ for you to interview him,” Roman growled against my throat, voice thick with something darker than jealousy, something damn near feral.

“Baby-”

“Saw how he was watchin' you…How he licked his lips when you sat down and crossed your legs. Gotta remind him-  remind everybody dat you all mine?”

"Y-Yes, please, baby," I moaned as Roman chuckled low, loving the power he has over me and I loved it too.

“Tell me, Shana,” he demanded, grasping my throat with one hand, the other untying my dress, exposing me to the cool air of the bus and the heat of his gaze. “Tell me who you belong to?”

My hips jerked forward involuntarily, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as his fingers teased me through my damp thong before rippin’ them from my body.

“Uh, Roman! I need my-”

 “You don’t need’em..Now focus and answer me.”

 “Mmm, Ro-”

“Say it, Na.” The command vibrated against my shoulder, rough and unwavering.

Our reflection staring back at us in the floor length mirror on his bedroom door. My cheeks flushed, lips parted as Roman’s hand remained around my throat, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to keep me grounded in the moment.

“You gon' make me ask again?” His voice possessive , his fingers dippin’ lower, teasing me. “Y-You..I belong to you,” I whined in pleasure.

“Good girl, and I belong to you, too.”

Suddenly three sharp raps at the door interrupted us. “Roman, production's askin' for Shana in five,” Jack called. Roman's grip tightened.

“Roman, I gotta go, baby-”

“Don’t you dare move….Not now,” he whispered. “Jack, tell 'em she needed a break, she’ll be there in twenty,” he growled out, not shifting his focus from our reflection.

The footsteps retreated, and he exhaled through his nose, dragging the tip of it along my jaw. “Now where were we?”

My back arched as his teeth caught my earlobe. “Ro- Mmm, please-”

“Please what?” He knew…This mothafucker knew what he was doing to me. The corner of his mouth curved against my skin as I squirmed, thighs trembling around him.

“Tell Dada what you need,” Roman groaned, his free hand yanking my dress wider.

Jack’s voice echoed faintly outside again, this time arguing with someone, hell, probably Wade. “I- I need you,” I gasped, nails digging into his arms, closing my eyes in pleasure.

“Keep’em open and tell me again.” The growl in his voice making me wetter as he forced my chin up with his free hand to watch in the mirror as his two fingers disappeared into me, stretching my pussy.

“I need you,” I cried out. “Damn right…Cause dat pussy loves Dada’s fingers, don’t she?” Roman moaned, grinding his dick against my ass.

“Yesyesyesuhyes!” I squealed, each thrust of his fingers sending sparks up and down my spine. The sounds of desperation spilling from my mouth and my body had Roman hooked as he bit his lower lip in awe.

“Mmhm, listen to dat shit… You sound so good-”

“Baby, stop teasin’,” I whined.

“I ain’t, baby cause I love it. I love when my pussy tells me how much she missed me..You both missed me, didn't you?”

“Y- Yes! We both missed you.,uh!,” I cried out as Roman curled his fingers just right, my vision blurred and my thighs clamped around his hand.

“Mmm, I missed ya’ll too-”

 “O-Oh my God-“ The words tore out of me, raw and ragged, as his thumb circled my clit in tight, punishing, purposeful strokes.

“Dat pussy so wet n ready for me,” he panted against my ear, voice wrecked.

“Dada, please,” I pleaded, my hips bucking uncontrollably as he groaned, pressing his forehead between my shoulder blades. “I can’t wait ‘til you cum for me,” he moaned, kissing my spine.

“Ro oouu shit!” I gasped, his fingers pistoning faster. “The way you talk to me, mmm-ooouuii, fuck!”

“I know it, baby..Dada knows, dats why I do it,” he cooed, voice dripping with filthy satisfaction. “Love how it makes you lose control when I'm talkin’ you through it. You love it too, don't you?" He whispered against my ear as I whined against him.

"Tell me, baby..You can do it."

“Mmnm, yes I do..Please, don’t stop, Ro!” I cried out as he groaned satisfaction.

“Love helpin’ my baby get her nut. I live for dat shit, makes me hard as fuck.”

“I’m I-I-”

 “Yea, come on…I want you to make a mess for me,” he confessed, tracing the shell of my ear with his tongue. “Dada’s fingers and his voice bout to get all dat nut up outta his pussy…You feel it, don't you”, he whispered

“Yes! Pleasepleasepleasebabyplease,” I whined unable to control myself, he had me gone and was indeed talkin’ me da fuck through it.…

“Make a mess..Fuck, make a mess so I can slide right on in and fuck da shit outta you…Please baby, Dada needs you, Shana,” his pleas sending me into overdrive.

My thighs clamping tighter around his wrist as he added a third finger, stretching me even more. “Dada, I-uh!” I squealed as he curled his fingers, going deeper.

“Yes, I’m in dat shit…In my pussy.”

“Roman…So deep, ooouu!” I cried out as he held me closer.

“Mmhm, diggin' in it jus right for my baby,” Roman groaned.

 “Yesyesyesmmmfuck.”

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, “Makin' Dada so happy cause you bout to get yo nut.. Cum, baby..Cum for Dada.”

“I’m cummin!” I cried out as I felt him get even harder as I came.

 “Yeaaa, dat’s it…Cum baby. Fuck, yes,” he groaned as I clamped down around him, thighs shaking as aftershocks wracked my body. “Ride dat wave, feel it all,” he groaned as I clawed at his wrist.

"Move dat hand, and tell Dada how it feels, baby.”

“Mmm, it feels so good," I panted, moving my hands and sagging against his chest, but Roman didn’t stop. His fingers now slowing stroking me. “Dada needs you to give him another one, Shana.”

“Roman, I can’t,” I gasped as he nipped at my earlobe. “Mmm, yes, you is, cause I’m bout to fuck it outta you.”

 Lifting his hips slightly, he freed himself from his sweats, sending a fresh jolt of anticipation through me as the head of his dick rubbed up against my clit.  “Fuck, give it to me,” I moaned without a second thought, work be damned.

“I'mma give it...Is you gon' be a good girl fo'me and take it?”

“Yes, I'mma be good girl and take it all for you. Fuck, it's so hard I feel it pulsin'. Mmm, put it in baby, please” I begged as Roman growled.

“Fuck you drive me crazy, can’t think bout nothin’ but bein’ inside you.”

Outside, Wade’s voice cut through our passion induced haze. “Shana, they’re pissed-“

Roman’s growl vibrated against my spine. “Fuck ’em,” he muttered. “They can wait.”

“They can wait,” I whined, his fingers, still slick from my pussy, wrapped around my jaw. “That’s my good girl,” he whispered as our lips collided in a scorching kiss before he forced my gaze back to our reflection in the mirror.

To say I looked fucked out was an understatement, lips swollen, hair wild and pupils blown wide and he hadn’t even dicked me down yet.

“See dat? That’s what I do to you….Nobody but me,” he declared, as I rubbed my clit against his dick.  “Fuck yea, tease dat dick with dat clit.”

“Nobody,” I sobbed as he groaned in satisfaction. “Nobody, but you I promise. Mmm, I need you now,” I pleaded trying to sink down on his dick but he stilled my hips.

“Not yet,” he whispered, breath scorching my ear. “Fuck, I wanna break yo mind”?”

"Please, do it..I need you so bad."

"I Jus want you to black out on dis dick,” he groaned, his dick slipping past my slick wet folds, slowly filling me up as I gasped, his request making me lightheaded and even more drunk on him.

“Fuck! Oouu fuck!” I squealed as he slid us back a little more on the bed before shoving me forward onto my knees.

“Almost, baby,” Roman groaned, and with a the snap of his hips took my breath away as I buried my face in the sheets.

“Nuh uh,” Roman moaned, fisting his hand in my hair, yanking my head back up to watch.

“I want you to see how you take it?” he rasped, hips snapping forward as I screamed in ecstasy, welcoming him as he bottomed out. “Yea….Just like dat…..Dada’s home.”

“Welcome home, baby…Ooouu fuck,” I moaned, not sure whether I was coming or goin'- well that was a lie, I was most definitely cummin' soon and he knew it.

“Mmhm. Dada’s good girl,” he moaned, as he sped up his deep punishing strokes that had me too speechless to run.

 “F-fuck, Dada-“ I sobbed, my thighs quaking as he reached around rubbing my clit.

“What my baby need? Tell me?”

“Shit! Don’t stop ooouu don’t stop, Roman” I moaned, clawing at the sheets, falling deeper into him with wild abandon…Surrendering to his will.

“Yeaaa, there you go…Look at my good girl, surrenderin’……Surrenderin’ it all.. Takin’ dat dick.” he praised, tilting my chin toward him.

“Uh! Mmm…I love takin’ Dada’s dick,” I cried out not giving a damn who heard us as we shared another passionate kiss.

“Shit, I know you do, and you feel so good. Fuck!” Roman groaned releasing my lips as I repositioned my knees, turning back around.

“I wanna watch,” I moaned, biting lower lip, beginning to throw my ass back on Roman’s dick as he growled. “Yeaa, get dat dick..Fuck, yes,” his massive frame, leaning forward engulfing me. His hips pistoning faster. “Fuckin’ me back so good, don’t stop,” he groaned.

“Ooouu, fuck-”

“You right dere..Shit, gon’ cum up off dat, gimme dat nut, I need it, Ma. Let’s get it together,” he rasped, his thumb swirling around my clit, unrelenting. “Romanromanromanrooo” I sobbed, hips jerking forward uncontrollably.

“You gon’ give it to me,” he whispered against my ear as I nodded frantically “Yes, I’mma give it to you, I promise, Dada,” I cried, bouncing back harder on his dick.

“Fuck yea, do dat shit..Damn, dat pussy just squeezin’ me,” he growled.

My phone suddenly rang. “Noooo,” I whined as Roman shook his head in defiance suckin’ on my neck.

 “We almost there, baby..Ignore dat shit and give me what I want..Now, mama,” Roman ordered as I exploded around him. “Oh God, baby!” I screamed, caught off guard how fast my orgasm overtook me by just his simple demand.

“F-fuck dats it,” he growled, his own orgasm hitting him like a freight train as I faintly heard retreating footsteps outside as we rode the intense wave of ecstasy together, trying to savor it.

“Good, they finally got da damn point and left,” Roman sighed in kissing my shoulder, holding me close as my body trembled against him.

“We ran them off, whoever it was. Probably poor Wade,” I panted, trying to catch my breath as Roman’s chuckled.

“I Told you though,” he muttered.

“Told me what.”

“That the world can wait.” His hand slid from my throat to my hip, possessive even in exhaustion. “The only thing that matters in this space is us…Hell only thing that matters wherever we go is us,” his words slurred, drowsy with satisfaction, but truthful none the less.

Before I could finish gathering my thoughts, Roman’s arms hooked under my knees, yanking me backward. My spine hit the mattress just as his mouth crashed onto mine, swallowing my gasp.

“Roman-mmph!....We don’t-” My protest dissolved into a moan as he slowly pulled out with a hiss as I whimpered at the loss of him.

“Don’t whimper like dat, Nana.I know you gotta work, so I’m showin’ you grace but you make it so fuckin’ hard sounding like dat,” he whispered against my lips before looking down at his dick smirkin’.

“What?” I asked lookin down too. “Nothin’ just lookin’ at how much you creamed on my dick.. Damn, Ma.” The milky white evidence of our wild lovemaking coatin’ his dick.

“Cocky bastard.”.

“What I say? You know I love it when you do dat shit for me,” he praised with a boyish smile as I rolled my eyes.

“Well, it’s kinda hard not too when i’m dick drunk. You be jus sayin’ the right shit and be strokin’ just right..” I groaned as he smirked again.

“Be puttin’ it down good on yo ass too,” he smiled stealing a kiss.

“Yea..Yea,” I sighed, pulling away as Roman got up, stretched, pulled his sweats back up before going to the bathroom.

“It’s all good doh cause you have me drunk off dat good ass pussy too,” he shouted from the bathroom as I shook my head, my body finally coming back down to earth as I winced.

“That’s good to know baby, but Roman, Ion think I can go back to work like this,” I moaned, trying and failing to sit up. Every muscle ached, my thighs still somewhat trembling from where they’d been pinned apart.

The faint sound of running water cut off, and he appeared with a damp rag, looking smug as hell.

“Shoulda thought about dat before you wore that dress, knowing I ain’t seen you in three days. You knew I was gon’ tear yo ass out da frame when I saw you,” he muttered, gently cleaning me up as I hissed at the contact.

“Easy, baby, you know I’mma take care of you,” he soothed, his thumb grazing my clit, just to watch me tremble against him.

“Roman,” I whined as he chuckled.

“Ok, I’mma stop cause if I don’t, neither one of us is makin’ it to WrestleMania,” he whispered, finishing cleaning me up.

“Asshole,” I whispered as he smiled. “But you love me.”

“Yea, that I do, but now I got a problem. I can’t wear this dress now,” I said in horror looking at the evidence of our escapade, all over it.

“Don’t trip, you got a dress in my closet,” he said, nodding toward the narrow wardrobe closet near the bus’s kitchenette. I blinked, still dazed, then leaned over to grab his brush off the nightstand.

I managed to drag it through my tangled hair, wincing at the knots. “Roman, look what you did,” I groaned, catching sight of myself in the mirror.

 My lips were swollen, hickie’s, flushed skin. I couldn’t help but blush not only thinking about what we had done in here, but how I looked after the intense session.

“I ain’t did nothin’” he said innocently.

“Roman, everybody is gonna know what we been doin’ in here. I look uh hot ass mess.”

Roman snatched the brush from my hand, replacing it with his fingers, combing through my hair. “You look beautiful, baby, got love all ova you.” 

“I do?”

“Yes, lookin’ like I just worshipped da fuck outta you. Plus, I don’t care if they know and you shouldn’t either. You glowin’,” he said, voice a low rumble against my temple as I looked in the mirror again.

“I guess I do got love all ova me, huh,” I whispered looking back at him with a shy smile as he smirked.

“Yep..And don’t you ever forget it,” he whispered kissing me with an intensity and passion that scared me but made me feel safe at the same time.

“I know sometimes I don’t say it enough, but I Love you, Shana,” he murmured, nipping at my lower lip as I trembled against him. “I love you too, Roman.”

“I’m sure Jane can touch you up too so don’t stress it…You’re beautiful,” he whispered as I smiled getting up to finally get dressed.

Thankfully, the black dress would serve its purpose even though it was a little wrinkled. “This should work.”

 “Here, baby,” Roman said tossing me a pair of my underwear from his spare drawer.

“Oh, you got drawls too,’” I joked as he shrugged his shoulders, going through his drawer to find a fresh shirt for himself.

“Hell yea, gotta be prepared. I told you the drawer was yours but you ain’t been fillin’ it up fast enough for me.”

“I promise…. I’ll do better,” I smiled.

“You betta, knowin’ I want you wit me all the time. Oh, and I can’t wait to take this one off later too,” he murmured, pulling me back to his chest, kissing my shoulders as I moaned melting into him.

 “Shana we on in ten minutes! Jane on standby to touch you up, figured you need it!” Wade yelled from outside as Roman sighed, zipping me up.

“Go kill it and I’ll see you out there.”

“See you out there, handsome.” I whispered stealing another kiss and grabbing my shoes before heading toward the front of the bus. As I opened the door, I saw Wade standing off by the arena exit.

“Wa-”

“Ion even wanna know what ya’ll was doin' in there, just come on,” he chuckled taking in my appearance.

“Good, I wasn’t gon’ tell you anyway,” I laughed putting my shoes back on before walking over to him as he shook his head. “Don’t look at me like that,” I blushed as I got closer and he could really see me.

“Uh. Uh. Uh.……Letting Roman turn you every which way but loose at work before one of the biggest nights of both of your careers. I am appalled.... Ya’ll really couldn’t wait?”

“Is that a trick question?” I asked as he threw his hands up in the air.

“Shana, let’s just go do this panel before we both end up in the unemployment line,” he jokes as Jane came running up.

“Girly, what happened to you? I’mma have to touch up ya hair, and your makeup.”

“I ran into-”

“She ran into a tall, tattooed Samoan who hadn’t seen her in a few days, so he screwed the Mario coins outta her right quick,” Wade teased as I laughed.

“Shut up, Wade.”

“No, ya’ll didn’t Shana,” Jane chuckled trying to salvage my hair.

“Oh, yes we did and he taught me something very important today I’ll have you both know.” I smiled as Wade rolled his eyes.

“And what' that?” He asked.

“That the world can wait…”

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