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Hall of Fame 2019, part 2

Becky hadn't really noticed that her past few outfits for the Hall of Fame ceremony had all been somewhat revealing. The white dress with the open back wasn't that daring, but then there was the white pantsuit with the criss-cross top last year and the plunging black number from 2016 which, now that she thought about it, was similar to what she was wearing this year. Some fashion critic was bound to pan her for it, but she didn't care. There were far bigger things to worry about, like main-eventing Wrestlemania.

And sitting next to Seth for the Hall of Fame ceremony when their relationship still wasn't officially public.

It was an open secret within WWE and there were still a bunch of unsanctioned pictures of them online, but they were clinging to the last bits of normalcy they would get. Part of Becky worried that her recent run would suddenly be attributed to Seth's success: after all, it wouldn't be the first time the bosses had gifted their big star's significant other with tons of exposure and opportunities. That wasn't why she wasn't in the position she was in—she knew that and Seth always reassured her of it too—but she was still bracing herself for the onslaught of negativity that would be coming their way as soon as their relationship was announced publically.

When she heard a knock on her hotel door, Becky was grateful. Charlotte or even Sasha might have seen it as an interruption, but she welcomed the distraction. Looking out through the peephole and seeing Seth there, dressed in all black, made her heart flutter a bit. Well, at least we can't help but match, Becky thought as she opened the door, keeping the cape part of her outfit out of the way. The last thing she needed was for the cape to get caught in something and tear off the top of her outfit. "Hey." A relieved smile spread across her face and her shoulders automatically relaxed. Somehow it was just easier to calm down if Seth was there.

"Hey." Of course, if he kept looking at her the way he was, his dark eyes giving her a long once-over before settling on her plunging neckline, she was going to become the opposite of calm—but in a much more enjoyable way. "You look incredible," he murmured, leaning in for a kiss. "Like always."

"Thank you. You're gorgeous. Like always." Becky let her fingers stroke the edge of his tie before giving it a playful tug. "I forgot how similar this looks to what I wore in 2016." She stepped back to do a turn for him. "Should I find a necklace to wear with it? I don't think I brought a long one, but Charlotte probably has one. . . ."

Becky's breath caught as Seth trailed a finger along her clavicle and then down along her sternum, toying with the waistline of her pants before making his way back up. "You don't need anything. It's perfect," he whispered against her jaw.

All her nervousness was being replaced with lust and Becky came to her senses just enough to stop Seth from sliding his hand further in, along her ribs and up to her breast. "Careful. I'm taped in, remember?"

"Right, right. You'll need help getting that off later, I imagine." Seth pressed a kiss against her collarbone before resting his hand over her heart.

Becky's sigh ended in a rough chuckle. "I thought sex the night before the big game was supposed to be bad for athletes?"

Seth wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her close, trailing light kisses along her neck. With so much bare skin there, any hickeys would stand out like beacons. "Not true." She felt him smile just before he planted another kiss, that one right behind her ear. "It's good for your nerves and self-esteem. Besides," he added, pulling back slowly, "you're on last tomorrow, so you'll have plenty of time to recover."

"But your match is going to be near the start," she countered, just barely grabbing her clutch purse before Seth opened the door. She hadn't had a chance to peek in the mirror, so she had to hope Seth hadn't put anything out of place.

Before Seth could reply, Sonya Deville was waving to them from down the hallway, beckoning for them to come meet her girlfriend. Becky would have to wait for his answer, but she knew it would be worth it.