#prodigalprince

     Pride was showing its ugly head at the WRONG time. Just because Finn lost his match       fair and square gave him no right to push away anyone, specially the medic team who        always made sure the talent were in tip-top shape. Natalya saw him stubbornly and    FOOLISHLY refuse treatment from personnel but unlike them, she would NOT take no      for an answer. “Oh, I bet you’re doing JUST fine with blood dripping down your face.    It only takes a couple seconds to put some dressing on it yet here you are, acting like   a child who throws a temper tantrum whenever they don’t want to do something. So if   I have to be the “nanny” for you to get it through your thick skull then so be it!” Hands      never left her hips, she boiled her eyes into the Irishman, showing that she wasn’t     backing down or budging an inch. “Forget it. I give up. Walk around here while you      start to lose consciousness and see how far you go. See if I care.” She grabbed   the bandages and antiseptic then walked off, a hmph noise made through her close        mouth. It was his injury, not hers. Oh, the MISFORTUNE of being charitable. 

They used to be friends - two individuals who were all about smiling, having fun, and just being an overall good person to the best of their abilities - but that was in the past. Both of them brought a new attitude to the table which consisted of both of them taking whatever they wanted and ironically, both of them decided that they wanted each other. Why should they try and deny it any longer? They were alone, thankfully, because Sasha would’ve killed Bayley if she decided to unexpectedly show up, and they were sitting on her couch. Hands gently roamed each other as they were kissing each other. Making out with one another. This was such a long time in the making. It’s a surprise they didn’t crack way before this. And then Sasha decided that she wanted to start to kiss somewhere else. Not because she was bored with his lips. She truly could’ve kissed them the rest of the night. But she pulled away from his lips, brought one hand to the side of his next, and her lips came down and began to kiss his neck - every now and then deciding to nip at the skin that she could touch.

Tegan knew something was wrong as soon as she saw the look on his face. Something was bothering him. Something that she wasn’t aware of until Finn pointed out the obvious. At least it was probably obvious to everyone except Tegan because the flirtatious remarks went over her head. Maybe that’s because she really wasn’t listening to anything that Cameron Grimes was saying because of how obnoxious he was. It makes sense Finn could hear what he was saying considering how loud he was. “Okay... and...?” Tegan struggled to find the issue here as she crossed her arms. It’s not like she and Finn were really an official couple. They’ve had sex plenty of times and were kind of exclusive to one another, to an extent, but the two of them have never had that discussion or anything. “You have a problem with it then you should go have a talk with him. Last I checked, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

They couldn’t even bring themselves to have the patience to reach the bedroom. All of their clothes removed and tossed somewhere on the floor in the living room of the Irish superstar. It started with them making out with each other and that soon led them to where they found themselves are now. Tegan was on top of him with his cock buried deep inside of her body. She’s established a rhythm with her hip movements that saw her pussy take in a couple of inches and then remove a few inches before repeating. “Mmm, fuck,” the Welsh superstar moaned out in the living room. Both of her hands were placed on each side of Finn’s head to help balance herself while feeling his hands right beneath her ass. “Love this fuckin’ cock inside of me, Finn.” Maybe a while ago she would’ve hated to admit that but all hope was lost. There was no fooling herself anymore. It wasn’t love by any means, but she was hooked on the prince and there was no going back. 

This would be one of those things she’d NEVER mention to her friends if they asked why they couldn’t get ahold of her. How was she supposed to tell them she was off having sex with Finn without being judged? Maybe that was her issue. Tegan was too busy worrying about being judged that she could hardly focus on the fun she was having with the Irish superstar. Except right now, it was hard to focus on anything besides how good her body felt as she laid there, naked, and out of breath. He was in as good of shape as he looked. Tegan didn’t have a whole lot of experience in relationships or even sexual encounters but there was no denying that’s some of the best sex she’s ever had. “Are ya serious?’ she turned her head on the pillow which she rested on and looked at him. Tegan was in pretty good shape but her body wasn’t sure if it could handle another round of sex. “Maybe if ya take it easy on me,” she chuckled. 

Tegan inhaled a deep breath and shrugged her shoulders. "I... I dunno,” she admitted, avoiding eye contact with the Irish-born superstar who honestly frightened her a little. Many months ago this question would’ve been so much easier to answer yet a change in attitude upon his re-arrival to NXT left Tegan wondering if he could be trusted. The last thing Tegan wanted was to be hanging around the wrong crowd of people. “I don’t really know ya too well, Finn. What do ya even want with me?” Tegan asked, curious since the two of them have been on the same brand for a significant amount of time now yet this was the first time they’ve crossed paths.