Flames

Killer in Heels, part 2

The camera loved Becky. Seth doubted that throughout the whole thing—the red carpet walk, the interviews, the posed promo shots—anyone had managed to get a bad shot of her. But he could also see past Becky's swagger and her smile and he knew when she needed a break. Since they had the house show that night and WWE wasn't actually winning the award, they didn't sit through the ceremony, but she still looked done. As soon as they were both in the back of the chauffeured car, ready to be whisked back to the hotel, he patted his lap. "Come on."

Becky raised an eyebrow. "Tempting, but I'm not into having an audience." She gestured at the privacy shield. The driver might not be able to see them unless they pressed the button to lower the glass, but it probably wasn't completely soundproofed.

Seth laughed. "The drive is too short for that. Put your legs up." He patted his lap again and this time Becky obliged, stretching her legs across his thighs. Once she was settled, he took her shoes off for her and dropped them to the floor. "Better?"

"Yeah." Then she snuggled closer, resting her head against his shoulder. "First you want me to put the shoes on. Now you're taking them off. So indecisive."

"Context, Irish. It's all about context." Seth kissed the top of her head and wrapped an arm around her. "You did great today," he murmured against her temple. Second by second, he could feel her relaxing against him, and to him that was the best compliment of all. Becky had gone on record before saying she had reservations about dating other wrestlers, but here they were; to know that she felt utterly at ease with him was better yet.

"Didn't win, though." Becky's voice was slow, almost a drawl, and Seth almost wondered if she was falling asleep until she slid her hand just under his shirt and let it rest on his abdomen.

"You can't win everything." Seth tugged lightly on the end of her ponytail. How it had survived their quickie and her even quicker shower, he wasn't sure, but it still looked amazing. "And the brass knows that this was out of your hands. Hell, how often has WWE even been in the running for something like this?" With his other hand, he squeezed her toes, making her giggle. That laughter quickly deepened into a contented sigh as he started stroking her leg, though he made sure he went no higher than her knee; the skirt was short enough that it wouldn't take much effort at all to get them both in trouble.

"Thank you," Becky murmured, moving closer still until her eyelashes fluttered against his neck with every slow blink. "For coming to this with me. I know you'll get a bunch of shit for being 'the boyfriend' and whatever, but I'm so glad you were here with me."

Seth turned just enough to kiss her, keeping it light and gentle. "No place I'd rather be." They wouldn't have much time to change at the hotel before they would have to be making their way to the show in Anaheim; Becky had even joked that it might be simpler just to put her gear on at the hotel to same time at the arena. After the show, though, he would show her just how much he loved every second he got to spend with her. "Are you going to keep the ponytail in?" he asked. Until he had started dating Becky, he hadn't ever really considered how much preparation the female wrestlers went through in the make-up chairs.

"Hadn't really thought about it. All the fuss," she said, gesturing to her hair and make-up, "is sort of beyond me, you know? I mean, I definitely appreciate the art of it, but left to my own devices, it wouldn't get done." Then Becky tilted her head back enough to look up at him. "Could make it easier for wrestling, though, and it would work with my new gear."

"Well, if I get a vote," Seth replied, "it would be to keep it up." He ran a hand down the length of her ponytail, then wrapped it around his knuckles like tape. "It could be useful later."