Flames

Self(ish), part 2

Content warning: mild f/m sexual content

Seth didn't want to mention it, but after catching Becky's gaze straying for the fifth time, he couldn't help himself. "Did you want to hold it before I put it away?"

Becky barely lifted her head off his shoulder. "What are you—" Then she followed his gaze to the Money in the Bank briefcase he had won that evening. Normally WWE liked to keep the briefcases with the props so the wrestlers couldn't accidentally misplace them, but Seth had earned enough trust that he was allowed to bring his home for the weekend. "I thought you meant...."

"You can hold that any time you want to," Seth laughed. He glanced over at the hallway monitor when he thought he heard a sound, but the corridor was empty; Roux was old enough that she generally slept through the night, but she did occasionally get up and try to sneak a snack. "Did Naomi show hers off yet?"

"Yeah, but she wants to customize it. She's going to get a mini one for Roux." Becky snuggled up against his side again.

"Oh fuck," Seth groaned. He knew Naomi meant well and he knew he and Becky were lucky that the locker room had embraced Roux as an honorary niece, but Naomi had a habit of purposefully getting the loudest, brightest, most obnoxious gifts. "Not the glitter again...."

Becky kissed his shoulder. "I asked her to not do too much. I just know this could be her last run," she added softly, "and I want her to enjoy it, in the ring and backstage. She deserves itso much."

"I know." Seth stroked her hair and went quiet for a moment. He knew how much the women's division meant to Becky, how close she was to Naomi. He and his wife were both getting closer to retiring, or at least winding down their wrestling careers, as were most of the wrestlers they came up with. Naomi had mentioned wanting to have kids, as did Bianca. Some days it felt like most of the roster was hovering close to 40; then he looked at the NXT roster and felt twice as old. "It's changed a lot, hasn't it?" he mused, looking up at the ceiling. "NXT, streaming, all of it. I mean, if NXT was like it is now when I joined... fuck, I don't know. I know I fucked up plenty, but I think I would have been even worse with that much of a spotlight."

Becky was quiet for a long moment and he couldn't blame her. He definitely hadn't been the best person back then and she would never claim he was. "When I first moved to the States," she replied, "joining TNA was one of my goals. They were featuring the Knockouts so much better than WWE was treating its female roster. But yeah, I wonder what would have happened if I'd actually made it there. Would I have ever made it to WWE? Would I have met you?" She glanced at the hallway monitor and sighed. "The bad times were shit, but they also made us who we are."

"That's true." Seth was trying to adopt that sort of thinking more and more, especially as Roux got older. She would inevitably look her parents up online—or some kid would show her—so he wanted to have an answer ready. He wasn't proud of everything he had done, but like his wife had said, it also shaped him. Without all those missteps, he could be someone completely different. At one point, he had been so career-minded that the idea of being married hadn't been on his radar; the idea of having a kid had been even more laughable. "I'm just glad you didn't give up on wrestling," he said at last. "Even if... you know, all of this hadn't happened, I couldn't imagine not being your friend."

"You'd still have Finn," Becky replied, "so you'd get your Irish fix. And his abs are better than mine."

"Mine too." Seth patted his belly and laughed. The concept of a 'dad bod' had always made him roll his eyes, but then he saw it happen to Roman and The Miz and other wrestlers who had young kids. He still made working out a priority—and teaching at Black & Brave certainly helped—but he knew he wasn't as ripped as he once was. He was comfortable, though, and Becky didn't seem to have any complaints, so as long as he was still in wrestling shape, Seth didn't mind.

"I don't know about that. You looked really good in those pale jeans...." Becky reached up to toy with his beard.

"You mean the ones that kept falling down?" Seth shook his head. "I know I packed a belt with those."

"Did you?" He couldn't see Becky's smile, but he could feel it against his chest. "I don't remember seeing one."

"Of course you don't." Seth was certain he could turn the discussion to sex and they'd both be more than happy, but he also didn't want Becky to think he wasn't paying attention. With all the build-up to his WrestleMania match and working with Paul Heyman, he knew a lot of her moments weren't getting the attention they deserved. "Are you upset that you weren't in the Money in the Bank match?"

"Hm?" Judging from the hazy look in her eyes, Becky had been thinking about sex too. "I guess. I mean, yes and no. The Women's Intercontinental Title is great too. It's new and I can help build it up and help Lyra get over. But one day, yeah, I'd love to have that case. I like to think I'd be such a bloody menace with it."

Seth laughed. "You can practice with mine at home. Or with Roux's when she gets hers from Naomi."

"Good luck with that!" Becky scoffed. "She'll probably take it to bed with her."

"Nah. She'll just stick it under her bed and not let anyone touch it and then get mad because she can't reach it." Some of Roux's reactions were easy to predict, which at least made them easier to deal with; both he and Becky tried not to laugh when she was obviously upset, but sometimes she did something so absurd that it was almost impossible not to chuckle. "Safer to practice with mine, I think."

"Are we still talking about the briefcase?" Becky propped herself up just enough to kiss him.

"That's up to you. I had help winning my match," Seth pointed out, "so I'm good, but that suplex you took from Lyra when you had the belt on—that looked rough...."

Becky sat up and lifted her arms, turning from side to side; Seth caught her sneaking another glance at the monitor as she settled back beside him. "See? All good. Not even a bruise."

"I bet that's not what you'll tell Lyra," he teased. "You'll say that you have bruised ribs or a pulled back muscle or something."

"Well, I wouldn't want her ruining our Monday night regular." Becky looked at the monitor one last time and then the briefcase. "Kinda nice having the event at home. The bus is nice and all, but...."

Seth grinned as he rolled her over onto her back—and subtly repositioned the monitor so they would be able to see it. "But this bed is a lot nicer," he replied, "and since Roux has all her books and toys, she's a lot less likely to get bored and wander...."

"Which means more time for us." She didn't have to elaborate. After she pulled him down into a kiss, Becky gestured vaguely over towards the briefcase. "Tomorrow?" she murmured.

"I'm tall," Seth replied as he started kissing his way down her neck. "I could be the ladder."

Becky laughed then gasped as he slid a finger inside her. "That's... why I haven't won yet. Wrong type of ladder. I'll have to bring you with me next year."

"I get to be the Ellsworth?" Seth teased. The 'Becky's husband' chants were a lot less frequent these days, and he even found himself missing them sometimes. Their first attempt at working together on screen hadn't worked out, but maybe if they were both heels, it would be better; it seemed to work for Johnny and Candice, anyway.

She tugged on his beard as best she could, but he'd had it trimmed before the event. "Much better chin," Becky declared, free hand curling around his cock.

Their bodies fit together so seamlessly now. He wasn't sure if it was because of the familiarity of years being together or the necessity of maximizing every second when they knew their daughter could interrupt at any moment. The thought made him glance over at the monitor and, sure enough, Roux was peeking out of her doorway, trusty stuffed shark at her side as she started creeping down the hall towards the kitchen. "Our cookie monster is on the prowl again," he groaned as Becky tried to roll him over onto his back.

"We'll keep an eye on her," Becky replied, but she was already sliding down onto his cock and then it was all too easy to forget to look at the monitor or change the view to the kitchen. A few extra cookies once in a while wouldn't hurt Roux, and some time basking in each other definitely wouldn't hurt them.