Curse

DISCLAIMER: I, UNFORTUNATELY, DO NOT OWN THE WWE OR DEAN AMBROSE AND SETH ROLLINS.  IF I DID I WOULD NEVER LEAVE MY HOUSE AND THE WWE WOULD NOT BE PG.

 

“It might be more fun this way?”  I heard Seth’s voice echo off of the concrete walls of the hallway.  “You are so sick and twisted.”

 

I turned to look at him from my perch on the equipment box against the wall.  He had Orton and Kane behind him.

 

“It will be more fun this way?” I asked, giving him a sly smile.  “Come on, Seth think about it.”

 

“He’s using it as an excuse to jump your ass and feel you up at work,” Kane said as he rolled his mismatched colored eyes.

 

“He does that already,” Seth answered as he reached out and shackled my wrist, pulling me towards their locker room.

 

“Yeah,” Orton piped up, “But now he can do it constantly and discreetly on camera.”

 

We walked into the locker room to see a frustrated Cody Rhodes.  “Stupid fucking facepaint.”  He groaned out as he threw a rag covered in the black and gold he was trying to remove from his person.

 

“Having a problem there Codes?”  Orton went up and wrapped his arms around Cody’s waist.

 

“No, no problem not once I kill Dustin.”  He said wiping his hand down his face.  More paint coating it.  “Does he have to put it on so fucking thick.”  I shook my head and watched Seth put some sweats over his ring gear.

 

“We are going to go, guys.”  Seth said reaching for my wrist again and pulled me towards the door.  

 

“Have fun with the facepaint Cody.”  He yelled over his shoulder.

 

“Yeah thanks, Seth.”  Was shouted back as the door shut.

 

“Is there a reason we are showering at the hotel, instead of here?”  I asked curious.

 

“Well Randy and Cody are going to shower first to get all the face paint off so if you’d like to hang around and listen to them fuck, instead of us doing it, we can stay here.”  He said stopping in the middle of the hall.

 

I yanked him up next to me.  “Yeah, I don’t want to listen to Orton getting it on.”  I put my arm around his waist as we walked to the rental.  

 

“Fuck, they gave you a Mercedes?!”  I exclaimed as I looked at the big white SUV.

 

“It was all they had left.”  Seth shrugged as he tossed me the keys.  “You can drive, just don’t kill us.”

 

“You know how I drive, and you’re giving me the keys to a Mercedes?”  I pushed him against the car and took his mouth in a rough kiss.