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"Stupid Feelings", part 2

"You are so evil."

"So the dress is okay, then? I know you didn't get a chance to see it back home. . . ." Sneaking the white dress into her luggage without Seth noticing had been a challenge, especially since he always liked it if she modeled her new outfits at home, but she had found a way to get it to Dubai without him noticing and, even more impressive, managed to shimmy into it and get it all fastened while he had been in the shower. "If you don't like it," she said innocently, picking up the shawl she had brought along to cover her shoulders in areas that had more stringent dress codes, "I can change into something else."

"Don't you dare," he breathed. "Damn." After she kissed him, he made her turn slowly. "Fuck, you are going to make it hard to concentrate." The dress's straps met in a circle around her neck, then formed a square keyhole opening over her sternum before plunging just a bit in an arrow shape between her breasts. "Are you even allowed to wear this here?" Seth asked, trailing his fingers along the straps and the spaces between.

Becky's breath caught a bit as his hand moved down. "Where we're going, yes. I made sure to ask one of our guides. As long as I wear the shawl in the car and out on the sidewalks, I'll be fine." It probably didn't hurt that they had several factors in their favour: they were tourists—rich ones at that—and they were famous, plus they were engaged. She didn't know if she would chance such a dress if she were out on her own.

"I'd say you could have saved this for the wedding," Seth replied, unable to keep his gaze from dipping down, "but then I would never make it to the ceremony."

Winding her arms around Seth's neck, Becky went on tiptoe to kiss him; given how he often reacted to her in heels, she didn't think it was sporting to inflict both the dress and the matching shoes on him at the same time. "We are dressed for it," she replied, letting her gaze flick down to admire him. "But we have reservations in place, so we should probably eat first. . . ."

"You are so evil," Seth repeated, watching her shrug into her shawl and adjust it to cover most of the top of her dress. "You're going to pay for it later. Wearing this when you know I can't even say what I want to do to you—"

Becky grinned with mock innocence. "Isn't this so much better than being stuck at an airport with half the roster?" Between texts from friends, speculation on Twitter, and company notices, both of them had heard about the flight problems the Crown Jewel crew was having leaving Saudi Arabia, and Becky was glad that Seth decided to hop over to Dubai to visit her instead. They had spent longer periods of time apart, but at least she knew he was safe.

"Definitely." In the elevator, Seth started to curl his arm around her waist, but then two more people got on and he put a bit of distance between them to be polite. "Plus the company on the flight home will be far more enjoyable."

Becky raised an eyebrow but said nothing until the other riders got off a few floors down, leaving them alone again. "It's awfully convenient, having a fiancé. I should have gotten one sooner, I think."

Seth chuckled and kissed her head. "Are you angling to trade this one in already?"

"Never." As soon as the elevator doors opened and they exited on the hotel's main floor, Becky forced herself to keep the innuendo to a minimum. It was probably a good practice in general, but she was accustomed to teasing Seth almost everywhere they went and it was a hard habit to break. The driver the hotel had arranged for them was a friendly young man about to start university, and once he realized he had two WWE superstars in his cab, he almost veered off the road. Becky made sure that he got a few selfies with them when he dropped them off at the restaurant, and asked if they would be able to arrange to have him drive them back to the hotel as well. "I have nothing to sign for him," she said wistfully as they entered the restaurant, gesturing to her small, barely functional purse. "He was so sweet."