The Plan

Epilogue

Dominik carried a very giggly and very tipsy Rhea down the hall of the hotel. They had just got back after a night out celebrating their shared victories at Survivor Series with Damian and a few other wrestlers that had invited themselves along but Dominik and Rhea of course were so busy wrapped up in each other the entire night, they couldn't even tell you who was there if you paid them to.

Rhea had her title around her waist and Dominik's draped over her shoulder as she buried her face in his neck, leaving wet kisses and bites as he fumbled trying to balance her and fish the room key out of his pocket at the same time.

"Hurry upppp!" She groaned before sinking her teeth into his skin.

"I'm trying," He mumbled through a whimper, readjusting her in his arms so he could finally reach into his pocket.

Dominik eventually got the door open, kicking it open all the way and then shutting it with his foot behind him.

The second the door shut, Rhea wasted no time tightening her grip around Dominik's shoulders and pressing her lips to his jaw with a giggle. She had been at it all night, whispering in his ear about how proud she was of him, running fingers through his hair, teasing him relentlessly in the way she loved to do just to see him squirm.

"Mmm, my strong champion," She purred against his skin, playfully dragging her teeth over his pulse.

Dominik groaned, barely making it a few steps into the room before he lost the battle of keeping his balance, just as tipsy as she was. He stumbled toward the bed, dropping her onto the mattress with a bounce. Rhea's giggles turned into full out laughs as her body hit the mattress with a plop.

He peered down at her as he still stood upright, his chest swelling at the sight.

Rhea, his Rhea, glowing with victory, her title strapped around her waist, his title slung across her body like she had claimed that one too, which she definitely did. Dominik felt a shiver run down his spine. He loved this side of her—drunk on victory and tequila, eyes full of mischief, and playful.

"What? You just gonna stand there and stare at me champ?"

Dominik smirked. He would never get tired of hearing that from her, he crawled onto the bed to hover over her. "And if I am?" He murmured, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of her head. "What're you gonna do about it, champ?"

Rhea's fingers curled around the front of his shirt, yanking him closer until their noses nearly touched. "You're about to find out," She whispered, her voice sultry and teasing.

Letting out a chuckle, he placed a quick kiss on her lips before pulling back.

She stared up at him, waiting, as her hand wandered down to the title around her waist. Rhea took her index and middle finger and rubbed against the gold of the centerpiece is the most suggestive way with a smirk on her face.

"Looks good on me, huh?"

"Mhmmm," Dominik couldn't help but agree. "Mami's back where she belongs."

He tilted his head, his fingers brushing over the gold plate of her title before moving to the one that was still lazily draped over her shoulder—his title.

"This one looks even better on you." He said, dragging his thumb over the engraved letters.

The deep chuckle she let out made his stomach flip as she slid her hands under his shirt, her nails scratching lightly up his back.

"Yeah? Good thing this one is also mine." She teased.

Dominik let out an amused breath and leaned in closer. "Oh, is it?"