Under the Darkest Skies

Chapter 6

"Are you two done fucking yet?" It was the second thing Becky heard after her phone rang, and it was no less abrasive to her ears. She was sprawled across Seth as usual—since her enchanted hoodie had long since been abandoned, she needed another source of warmth and he was her favourite—so it was easier for her to get the phone.

It also made the blankets slip down past her hips, so the first thing she did was swear. "Sorry," she muttered into the phone. She rubbed at her eyes and looked at the call display. Her eyes were still blurry with sleep, so she couldn't quite make out the number, but she recognized Rhea's face. "You're one to talk," Becky grumbled. "I'm surprised you don't have your mouth full. I saw some of what you bought at the market last night."

Rhea's deep chuckle was loud enough that it even made Seth wake up, and he reached down to bring the blanket back up over Becky. "Well, we had to try some of the stuff out to make sure it worked, you know. Just in case something had to be returned. So... like I said, are you two done? We were going to order up some breakfast," Rhea explained, "and Liv thought you might appreciate not having to get dressed up just yet."

"Robes are fine!" Liv called out in the background. "Or jammies!"

Rhea laughed again. "You really think Rollins is wearing anything to bed when Becky's around?" Then she cleared her throat. "Anyway... you two in?"

"Hold on." Becky felt a pang as she set down her phone and turned to Seth. They had their share of disbelievers and detractors, but at least their relationship was somewhat public. Rhea and Liv still had to sneak around to a large degree, mostly because of their current in-ring storylines. "Want to do breakfast with Liv and Rhea?" Becky asked, patting Seth's chest. "Dress code includes robes."

Seth gave her a long, dark look that almost made her forget her phone was on and that Rhea was waiting on the other end. Sighing softly, he nodded. "Sure. A quick one. No mint chocolate anything," he emphasized. Then he rubbed his eyes as he tried to think. Wrestlers tended to stay at this hotel often because it was known for its discretion and had good food—two very appealing qualities when they were on the road so often. "Is the menu still by number?"

"Yeah." Becky grabbed the phone with one hand and rummaged in the bedside table drawer with the other. The room service menu was in a different colour scheme than she remembered, but everything else looked the same. "Rhea? Yeah, we'll come over. Bill our meal to 317 but it get it sent to you. We're a number 7 with an extra coffee. Toast well done, because it's mine."

"You two are gross," Rhea replied with a chuckle.

"GOALS!" Liv yelled. "She means goals!"

"Right. Must be that Australian accent." Rhea paused for a moment and Becky could hear a pen scratching on paper. "Okay. Number 7, extra coffee, toast well done. Usually takes about twenty minutes, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. We'll take a quick shower and be there," Becky replied, slowly sitting up. "Room 320?"

"That's us. See you soon."

After Rhea disconnected, Becky set down her phone and turned to Seth. "Come on. Quick shower and then you get food."

Seth struggled to sit up against the headboard. "And then a longer shower and sex? Sounds good."

Becky rolled her eyes. "We'll see. Depends on how time goes. Now come on. No shenanigans."

"You're Irish," Seth pointed out. "I'm part Irish. Is it possible for us not to have shenanigans?" He let Becky pull him out of bed, though, and followed her to the bathroom. "I'm surprised you were willing to get out of a nice warm bed just to share breakfast. We could have had something sent up here, you know."