Wrestling One Shots (WWE)

Only You - Roman Reigns

I had just returned to my job in the wardrobe department of WWE after taking a well earned week off. Of course not everyone was happy about me not being around for a week, Roman being the main person.

For months now I had handled his wardrobe personally becuase apparently I was the only one who could get it right. Although after looking through the complaints log and seeing not a single complaint from him about anyone getting anything wrong his statement didn't make any sense.

When he had found out about my time off he had begged me not to take it, eventually I was able to reassure him that he would be in safe hands that I had done a proper hand over and his wardrobe would be correct.

I had just finished ironing his shirt for this week when I heard the door fly open and a familiar silky smooth voice yell.

"Where's y/n?" He yells "Is she back?"

"I'm right here" I say stepping out from my secluded corner of the room "What's wrong Roman?" I ask noticing a t shirt in his hand

"Here let me show you" he says taking my hand and dragging me back into the corner I just came out of.
Without a word he removes the shirt he's wearing right in front of me and pulls on the one he was holding, as I take in the over stretched fabric that is hugging his muscular body in all the right places I find myself stifling a laugh.

"Oh wow that is a little snug" I say "how did you even get that on?"

"Snug!" He gasps "if I had gone out in this last week I would have ripped this damn thing just throwing a punch, y/n you promised me she'd get it right"

"I assure you I told her your size" I say "Roman would you mind taking it off it's a little distracting"

"You don't have to ask me twice" he says literally ripping the thing off himself and tossing it into the bin before putting his original shirt back on

"Now I'm sure it was an innocent mistake" I smile "but I'm back now and everything will be as it should be"

"Don't ever take time off again" he says wrapping me up in a hug which I gladly return

"Hey what's gotten into you" I ask as he steps back from me

"I missed you" he says nervously "it was weird not having you around"

"Well I missed you too" I say and he smiles "you are one of the few people who are nice to me, in fact you are the nicest"

"So I'll see you later when you bring my stuff?" He asks

"Yes you will" I say "now go before some one starts thinking something is going on back here" I say and he laughs before leaving me and the room.

After Roman left I had spoken to the girl who covered me the week before and I was suprised to learn that she had infact taken him the right size, so where had the other t shirt come from and why would he lie?

Once everything was ready I set off on my rounds delivering everyone their outfits for the show tonight, I always save Roman's for last becuase I always end up staying and chatting with him and this way no one gets their stuff late.

When I approach his locker room, I knock gently before pushing the door open just in time to see him walk out of the shower in nothing but a towel. I stand there frozen to the spot as I watch the droplets of water run over every muscle of his body, his wet body glistening under the locker room lighting, when my eyes finally meet his I find him smirking at me.

"I'm sorry" I say embarrassed "I um I brought your stuff for tonight"

"Thank you" he smiles as he takes the hangers from me his hand grazing mine as he does so "so how has your day been?" He asks as he starts to towel dry his hair

"Oh same shit different day" I chuckle "Roman can I ask you something?"

"Sure what's up?" He asks

"Why did you lie about the shirt?" I ask and he smirks "I asked Zoe about it and she assured me she gave you the right size"

"I wanted an excuse to see you" he says walking over to me "and I didn't want to wait until you came to me"

Roman stops in front of me, he reaches out and tucks some lose strands of hair behind my ear and I feel myself blush. He leans his head to the side very slightly and smiles and at the pink hue forming on my cheeks.

"Can I ask you something?" He says his eyes fixed on mine

"Of course" I say as I take in every detail of his handsome face

"Why do you always come to me last?" He asks "and don't try to lie"

"So that I can spend time with you" I say nervously

Roman closes the gap between us, lifts my chin and captures my lips with his, the kiss is slow and gentle and as he wraps his arms around my waist, I find myself not only returning the kiss but moving my hands up his bare torso feeling every muscle until my arms are wrapped around his neck.