Stay [a Roman Reigns story]

15 Are you serious?

"Are you serious? You got me a job and I can come back?" I asked totally overwhelmed as I turned in his arms.

"It would be a really bad joke if I wasn't serious wouldn't it? I had to do something. I love you and you can't even imagine how much you've already turned my life upside down, baby girl. And this time nothing is going to come between us and separate us." he explained to me as his arms wrapped around my waist.

"I can't believe you did all that for me. How can I ever thank you?" I wanted to know.

"Hmmm... you can say you're coming home." replied Roman. I saw that his face looked a little worried. Maybe he was afraid that I wouldn't want to come back.

"Nothing easier than that! Because I love you too! You are the best thing that could have happened to me. Of course I want to come home. How did you do it all?" I said as I took his face in my hands and smoothed out the little worry lines on his forehead with the tip of my finger.

"Oh that was not a big thing.... After all, I'm a pretty big deal in the company and WWE has good connections. With the USCIS as well. That means your residency is all legal again and in a year or two you'll officially get your green card." he explained to me.

"You're not just a big deal in the company! You are always and everywhere," I said as I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him.

Things quickly got heated as I pulled Roman with me onto the garden swing and climbed onto his lap. Our combined breaths became panting as we continued to kiss. Roman's large hands slowly slid over my ribs and spine as he pressed me tightly against him. Slowly my hands moved between us as I began to undo one button after another of his shirt, tenderly caressing the skin that was revealed.

"DJ baby.... could we maybe take this somewhere else?" said Roman suddenly in a deep but weak voice.

"Why?" I wanted to know as my lips brushed along his neck.

"Well...I don't want anyone to see us. Especially not your parents. That might not be the best first impression." he replied with effort.

"No one can see us here and they won't be home for a few hours," I explained to him as I brought my lips back to his to get back on track.

Everywhere he touched me my skin felt like it was on fire. His skilled fingers left a tingling trail of pleasure. I didn't know how much longer I could take not feeling his skin on mine. I wanted everything from him and I wanted it now. I needed skin on skin. I needed heat and affection. I wanted love.

The weeks of longing demanded relief. My whole body literally screamed for this godlike man. Not for another minute did I want to be separated from him. Because at some point enough was enough.

"Baby please..." he pleaded softly as his grip tightened.

Roman tried to keep control with everything he had. He probably felt like a teenager in his girlfriend's house, afraid to be caught making out by her strict father.

"Okay... okay... come with me..." I breathed slightly out of oxygen.

Reluctantly, I climbed off his lap and grabbed his hand to lead him to my room. With quick steps we made our way through the quiet house. Once we reached my room, I pulled Roman inside and then closed the door, making sure to lock it as well. Hopefully this relaxed him a little.

I saw his defined chest rise and fall quickly. I lifted my hand and placed it against his cheek. For a moment we looked at each other in silence. Until Roman put his hand on my hip to pull me closer again.

"God, you're so beautiful." he whispered. I wasn't sure if I should even hear it, it was so faint.

"I love you, Roman. Take me. Please. I need you! I need my husband." I replied against his mouth.

My tongue brushed very gently over his lip as a deep, throaty moan escaped him. When I heard it, electricity shot through me. Then he bent down and scooped me up in his arms. One arm behind my back, the other behind my knees. Like this, he carried me to the bed, where he laid me on the cool sheets.

Roman hovered over me as a mouth worked its way down my body. I had no idea how much time had passed. It wasn't important anyway. What was important was that we found each other on another level. This was real.

At one point I was in his arms as he sleepily played with the ring on my hand.

"I'm glad you're still wearing it," Roman said.

"Of course. Why would I take it off? I love you and this way I had a part of you with me." I explained as I placed a kiss on his pec.

"I love you too, baby girl. Weren't your parents curious?" he wanted to know.

"Actually, no. Over here, most people wear their wedding rings on their right hand." I replied.

"I'm glad to be with you. We have a few days before we fly home." he then said.

"I still can't believe it. When that bastard cheated on me, I didn't think my life could change like that. But somehow, even though it sounds weird, I'm glad it happened, because I might not have met you otherwise, Ro." I replied a bit thoughtfully.

"You know.... as big of an asshole he is.... I'm glad he couldn't keep it in his pants.... His loss is my gain! You deserve so much more." he said while his fingers caressed my cheek.

But before I could say anything, we heard the front door open and my mother's voice echoed through the house.

"Dani? Ich bin zu Hause." she called out.

Roman immediately jumped out of bed and gathered up his clothes like he had received an electric shock. I couldn't help but laugh at his startled face. A big, strong man like Roman is supposed to be cool, but this situation really seemed to turn him back into a teenager. It was cute.