#roliv

From Royal Rumble Winners

To becoming World Champions at Mania

Summary: After Raw Liv gives Roman his birthday gifts.

Warnings: None some cute birthday fluff 🥳🎂

AN: hope y’all like it @ambreignsfan4life @miss-kuki-nz 🖤🖤🖤

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“Happy birthday to me.”

Roman said, his voice coming out hoarse as he panted the four words out. Liv laughed lazily into his chest, her tired body tossing across his.

The sound of the road filled the silence between them as they breathed out into the sex smelling room in the back of his bus.

“You still have gifts to open.” She reminded him.

“Oh, that wasn’t my gift?” Roman pointed to the ground where her lace pink babydoll dress was lying there with it ripped open, her matching panties torn to shreds next to it.

“No, it wasn’t, you just couldn’t wait. I put a lot of effort into wrapping them, too.”

“If you wanted me to open them first, then you should’ve had some damn clothes on when I got on the bus.”

He grabbed the leg that was tossed over his hips from underneath her knee, pulling her closer as he twisted the upper half of his body.

“Mmm, Ro, not yet," Liv murmured against his lips that wasted no time touching hers. “Your gifts.”

“Did you get me some cake too?”

“No…?” She answered with hesitation, wondering why he was asking. “Guess I’m gonna need this one then.”

Liv gasps when his large hand grabs her bum, pulling her closer while squeezing her soft flesh.

She moaned softly into his mouth once he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Rolling her on top of him.

Her hair fell around the sides of her face, shielding them both from what was another them. Her nails scraped across his graying beard that made him hum.

Liv pulled back with a smile that stretched across her rosy lips, looking down at him with her dark green eyes.

“Not until you open your gifts.”

She moved off of him, holding the fitted sheet against herself, tossing her hair off her neck before she leaned the side of the bed (Roman taking a peek at her “Trouble” tramp stamp. He didn’t think it was real until she showed him, and then he thought it was hot as fuck), as she picked up her fuzzy cheetah print robe off the ground, putting her arms through it before then standing up. “I’ll be right back. Close your eyes.”

Her iconic laugh echoed through the back of the bus as she slipped out the small doorway to grab his gifts.

Liv hid them in a cabin behind an old box of Raisin Bran- she didn’t know whose they were or if anyone was even eating them, but Roman surely wasn’t because the box hadn’t moved in months. That’s what made it the best hiding spot on their traveling home for a few days every week. She grabbed the two nicely wrapped boxes- a small one and a medium-sized one, carrying them back into their room.

Roman was still sitting on the bed, now in his underwear, drinking some water to cure his rough throat. His hair flowed over his broad shoulders under the dim yellow light that came from the wall sconce next to him.

“Are your eyes closed?”

“Yes, they're closed.” His eyes were closed, with his palms covering them too, “Ok.” Liv responded in a joyful tone, moving across the room with the two boxes stacked on top of each other. “Stick out your arms, they're big.”

Roman chuckled at the dirty thought that popped into his head, holding it back with a grin, hearing his girlfriend giggling as she had the same thought.

“Ok, not like that.” Liv corrected herself, the end of her words becoming captured in laughter. “You said it, Baby,” Roman smiled underneath his hands, bending the top of his body in on itself. “I know, but now like that!” She laughed harder as she placed the small stack of gifts in his hands.

“Ok, you can open your eyes now.”

He did, seeing two dark red wrapped boxes in front of him, with a large bow stuck on top of each of them.

“You did a good job wrappin’ ‘em, Baby, I would’ve just put it in an Amazon box and called it a day.”

She chuckled, “I know you would, that’s why I made sure they looked so good.” Liv sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed over the other. Her robe fell open slightly, exposing her sternum and a little bit of her breast. And she did nothing to fix it. She was waiting for Roman to open his gifts.

“Does it matter which one I open first?”

“I would open the small one first, it’s less personal, I didn’t make it.”

“Oh,” Roman was taken aback. He wasn’t expecting anything handmade, which made him more excited, and he was quick to start tearing away at the smaller box to get to the good one.

It was revealed to be wooden. The familiar earthy tobacco scent filled his nostrils; Roman glanced up at his smiling girlfriend, then looked back down at the box, opening it.

He was greeted with a roll of ten cigars. The scent grew stronger when he flipped open the lid that had his name engraved on it.

“You got me my favorite cigars?” He lifted his head again, staring at the blonde woman who couldn’t stop smiling, “Can’t be a champion without anything to smoke after you win.”

He laughed again, then leaned forward, kissing her before saying, “Thank you, Baby, I already want to light one up.”

“Not yet, you still have another one to open.”

Roman was so close to her that he couldn’t help but steal another kiss before beginning to open the larger gift.

Liv was screaming on the inside; she was excited for him to see it; it took her hours to make and a lot of red paint. But it was beautiful, and she hoped he loved it as much as she loved making it.

Roman threw the bow aside, the shiny red paper following. A white cardboard box was left in his lap.

He knew these boxes. Every kid dreaded seeing one of these boxes under the tree on Christmas morning. It was always something either too big, too small, or just plain ugly.

But now, as a 41-year old man, he was happy to have one of those white boxes in front of him. He appreciated getting clothes more now, but he was even happier to see one coming from his girlfriend. And she made it?!

He ripped the tape off the side in an instant, throwing the lid on the bed with the rest of the trash.

White tissue paper covered whatever was hidden inside the box, which Roman chuckled at the thoughtful wrapping before folding it back. His logo stares back at him. Made out of lip prints.

Roman heard a small squeal that slipped past Liv’s lips as he finally got to the core of her gift, feeling a string tug at his heart as he lifted his head.

“You made this?”

“Yup.” She said proudly, not being able to stand still as a result of seeing the grin on his face that made her heart melt. “I accidentally ate a lot of fabric paint while making it.”

Roman took the soft, thick hoodie out of the box, holding it up to get a better look at his logo that filled up the entire backside of the hoodie. The tops of the two Rs were covered by the hood that the inside of was also covered in unique marks; every pinkish nude one was different from the last. He flipped it over, wondering if there was anything on the other side.

There were just two lip prints on the front, opposed to the hundreds that covered the back. Right over where his heart would be when wearing it.

“Aww, Liv.” He let it fall into his lap as he pulled her to him once more. Which Liv didn’t protest, hooking her arm around his neck as he grabbed her legs. His hand slipped under her robe to feel her bare legs. “I love it, I’m gonna wear it all the time. I’m gonna wear it to the gym in the morning.” Liv slapped him in the chest playfully with an airy scoff, “This is not a gym hoodie, you can’t get it all stinky with your boy musk. I worked too hard on it.”

“I know, I’m just messing with you.” He pressed a loud, sloppy kiss on her cheek, feeling her skin pull back from the big smile that stretched across her face. “I am gonna wear it tomorrow tho, you can’t stop me.”

“I wasn't planning too.” Her feet flapping like a duck, hanging off the side of the bed. Roman pulled the white hoodie from halfway under her. The faint scent of her Gucci perfume; it smelled like spicy fruit being cut on a fresh wooden chopping board. It smelled like her.

He lifted the hoodie to his nose, taking a deep breath, getting a strong sniff of her. Liv watched him carefully while a sudden blush burned her cheeks. His eyes fluttered shut as he inhaled just to open again, staring at her.

“I wore it all day while packing before I wrapped it up so it would smell like me.”

“Mmmm, well, you smell good.”

“Thank you.” She combed her fingers through his hair, “You should’ve seen me, I looked really cute wearing it.”

“You look really cute right now.” Roman’s grip on the side of her thigh tightened as he tugged her closer to his tattooed chest. Liv giggled in his lap, feeling his eyes dip down quickly, then returning to her gaze.

“Look at the wrist.” She instructed, and he obliged by picking up the wrist of the hoodie.

Both of their initials were sewn into the wrist with a lumpy-looking heart in between the letters. All in red string.

“I didn’t do that part, Raquel did, you know I can sew for shit.” They laughed, remembering when Liv tried to fix the hole in her favorite hoodie and accidentally made it bigger.

“Oh, I remember, but I still love it. I love my new cigars too, thank you, Baby.”

“You’re welcome, Ro, buuuuut I might have one more gift for you.” She stuck up one of her fingers before booping him on the nose.

“Another one?”

He called out after the blur of Liv that rushed out of the room to grab it. “Yeah, it’s small tho!”

It didn’t take long before Liv walked back through the doorway with her hands behind her back. Her hair a little wilder than before, her legs peeking through the bottom of her robe from Roman’s grabby hands.

“Surprise.”

Liv revealed a chocolate cupcake with chocolate icing with a strawberry slice on top and a lit candle stuck in the middle.

He didn’t know how his face didn’t hurt from being so damn smiley tonight. His heart swelled as Liv took a few steps towards him, closing the gap between them.

He looked up at Liv with a tender stare that couldn’t be mistaken for anything else but deep love.

“Make a wish.” Liv cooed gently, holding out the cupcake for him.

Roman closed his eyes, taking a moment to think of a wish. He thought of what he wanted: to beat Jacob, to stay champion, to have this beautiful woman in front of him in his life forever. Before opening them and blowing out the candle.

The small puff of smoke danced around the room, disappearing into the air.

“Happy birthday, Ro.”

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Did y’all know Roman’s logo is two arms back to back? I did not know that but that makes MUCH more sense then a spider 💀

RoLiv ❤️

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