Flames

Money in the Bank 2019, part 2

Another night, another interview. Everyone from The Rock to Stone Cold Steve Austin had warned her that this part of being a star would become draining and it was, but Seth's interventions during the day had helped buoy Becky's spirits enough that she was able to muddle through the predictable questions. At the moment, it was the WWE NOW pre-show crew, and Becky always did her best to be good with them. Pre-show work, whether it was wrestling or interviewing, was often underappreciated, and she knew all about how that felt

Just as her segment was wrapping up, Becky felt a familiar shiver and with a slightly awkward segue from one of the interviewers, Seth approached, still dressed as he had been earlier that day. It was only a simple white t-shirt, but Becky still felt her breath catch. He looked so good in white. Damn him for wearing that when he knew she was barely keeping it together. If she thought about it, she might have actually asked him to wear that shirt. She might have even bought it for him to keep at her place. White, black, red, nothing: he looked incredibly and infuriatingly gorgeous in all of it. She tightened her grip on her belts a little bit and diverted her gaze for a second so she could refocus.

"Oh, hey, guys. Fancy seeing you here," he said, grinning down at her.

"Good to see ya," she said, starting to stammer. What was wrong with her today? He was only touching her shoulder and it made her struggle not to kiss him. "I'll let you—let you get on. . . ."

Seth kept his gaze on her the whole time, smiling at how flustered she was. "All right. You and the twins have a good night." His knuckles brushed her back just as she was leaving and she cursed him under her breath. At first his penchant for casual touches was cute, maybe even a bit funny; now they were playing havoc with her self-control.

Normally Becky would have stood just off-camera to listen to Seth's interview, but her thoughts were too scattered. She gave him a vague wave—and perhaps a flash of a middle finger for being so distracting—and started to turn, but she almost ran right into Naomi. "Hey, girl." Naomi's smile got wickedly wide when she looked past Becky to Seth.

"Don't start." Becky grabbed Naomi's elbow and started walking away, eager to put her belts down and chill out for a bit.

"You and the twins have a good night," Naomi echoed, cackling all the while. She was practically dancing with happiness beside Becky. "I bet he's gonna have fun with your twins tonight."

"Naomi!" Becky tried to sound stern, but she was almost choking on her laughter. Naomi had a wicked sense of humour and wasn't afraid to use it once she knew you were up to the challenge.

"What? You know it's true." Naomi pointed back to the interview area, now just barely in sight. "You two were practically eye-fucking back there!" She stopped and drew herself up to her full height, deepening her voice. "Fancy seeing you here. What cliché het porn talk is that? And then you being all cute with the stammering and shit, and he's practically touching you every chance he gets. . . ."

Was it that obvious? Becky made a note to talk to Seth about that. "It's been a weird day," she said in her defense. She had almost started to say 'long day', but she knew exactly how Naomi would choose to interpret that.

Naomi's spirits dimmed a bit. "I heard. No more Becky Two Belts." She wrapped her arms around Becky and gave her a big hug before looping an arm around her waist and leading her onwards. "At least you're not losing to the plank."

"Well, I sort of am," Becky replied, "but at least she doesn't get to have one of my babies." When she stopped to readjust her belts again, Naomi held out her hands, offering to carry one. Becky handed her the SmackDown title; she would have to get used to not having it anyway. "Thanks. It looks good on you."