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Sean led Stephanie into his hotel room, the brunette's crying having ceased for the time being.
He eyed her with concern as he closed the door behind them, the General Manager's face wan and drawn. She hadn't spoken all that much on their way back here, so he didn't know exactly what had her so upset.
He knew that, whatever it was, it largely had to do with Paul Levesque - that bastard!
Sean crossed the room and came to sit beside Stephanie on the bed. Her face just looked so sad, and he wanted to just kiss her and make everything all better.
Finally, the brunette spoke, but her voice was so very soft that O'Haire had to strain to hear her.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart - I didn't hear you."
"H-he threatened me..." the young woman repeated. Her chin quivered a bit as her large blue eyes grew watery with tears.
Sean's hands clenched into fists as he thought of Levesque. He wondered what exactly the man had said to Stephanie, how he'd threatened her.
Regaining his composure - he didn't want to scare the woman with his anger - he took one of her hands into his own, dismayed to find it was shaking. He gazed into her eyes, hating the emotions he read in them, hating Levesque more than ever for treating her like shit and making her feel even worse.
"What did he say? Tell me, Steph..." he said, somehow managing to keep his voice even though he felt like shouting at the top of his lungs.
Stephanie swallowed hard, shaking her head as tears finally spilled forth, moistening her cheeks.
"Just about... about you," she revealed, raising head to stare almost pleadingly into his blue eyes. "He's certain that I'm..." She paused, wincing as she vividly recalled the painful words Paul had hurled at her on the phone earlier. "He accused me of having a... a... fuckbuddy!"
The dark-haired man arched a brow at that, though he wasn't surprised the bastard had said such a thing. If he couldn't trust himself, why would he ever trust Stephanie?
"And then, he said he might come to a SmackDown taping and 'take care' of the guy," the brunette continued. She gazed at him pointedly.
He nodded, knowing exactly what was meant. So, that prick wanted to come here and find out who Stephanie's 'fuckbuddy' was and pick a fight with him? Well, that was just fine with him. Hell, Sean even welcomed it! He'd put the bastard out of commission!
"I'm not afraid of him," he assured her. "Even if we're not what he thinks we are, he's bound to start up some trouble regardless - and believe me, I'll be ready for him."
Stephanie gazed up into his blue eyes, her breath catching in her throat. He was willing to be her savior, her white knight... And then, her emotions getting the better of her, the brunette leaned closer and kissed him - and O'Haire kissed her back eagerly.
Instantly, hunger and passion took over, and Sean quickly but tenderly lowered Stephanie onto her back on the bed. She gasped as he plied kisses all over her neck, then moved his lips back to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly, and she felt as though she were in heaven.
Before either one of them knew what was happening, he yanked up her shirt, which she eagerly shrugged out of, but then Stephanie grew bashful. Self-consciously, she crossed her arms over her bra-covered breasts, shielding them.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his handsome face again concerned.
"I..." The brunette blushed. "It's just that I hate... Well, I got breast implants only because-"
"Because he wanted you to? Steph, the guy's an asshole. And he's an even bigger one than I thought if he didn't think you were gorgeous with your real breasts." Then, before Stephanie could say another word, he reached over and gently unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts. His gaze was soft, gentle and caressing, and the diva felt as though she could melt, no traces of her shyness lingering. She suddenly realized that she didn't feel shy around Sean - couldn't feel that way around him.
The brunette found a sigh leaving her lips as he suddenly lowered his head to her breasts, his tongue finding the nipples, which instantly hardened. She wrapped her arms around his neck, then drew him up so that their lips met again. If anything, their kiss was deeper than before, and Stephanie cried out as she felt his hand under her skirt, fondling her.
Feeling his now rock-hardness, in a haste, she reached down for the waistband of his black jeans, then quickly unbuttoned and unzippered them. Sean let out a soft moan as he felt her small, graceful hands on him, and in no time, they completely removed all their remaining garments.
Stephanie had to bit her lip to stifle a scream when, a moment later, he entered her. She was already very close, and the feel of O'Haire inside of her was heavenly. Their near-constant eye contact only added to the sensation.
She parted her lips, breathing heavily, and gave into the moan that had been building up with her orgasm. As she came, she gripped tightly to his back with her nails. Sean then quickly reached that brink as well, her name spilling from his lips.
Afterward, they lay there on the hotel bed, silent except for their breathing, and the brunette willingly put herself into his embrace, her head on his muscular chest.
It seemed she had even more on her already full plate...