A/N: I swear I tried SOOOO hard to wait to post this story next Monday. But I'm such an impatient person and after consulting fellow writers, here I am. After hearing about Seth SLAYING last night on Raw being the chickenshit that he is, it's time to show him some well deserved love I believe. I want to thank everybody for their patience. Special thanks goes to my smut partner in crime, benova13 for the continued assistance and support. Now without further ado, enjoy my latest offering, Lazy.

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs. Any WWE superstars or song lyrics are not mine.

One

Hold on, I'm not really tryna go through this again
I'm not jumping up and down about love and it seems if
If don't wanna dive back into that pool of love
I'm done swimming, I'm good

See I don't feel like getting to know you
What you like you eat and what you like to do
See that's too much information to deal with
Play the love game with another 'cause I quit

-Lazy, Letoya Luckett

She was a sucker for good dick.

That's the only reason Alani could think of to explain why she was back in the bed that she vowed she would never end up in again. She deserved so much better. But she continuously got sucked back into his web. All it took was one tantalizing smirk and a deep stare into his gorgeous blue eyes and she was instant putty in the palm of his hands. The thought simply sickened her. Yet she couldn't control her urges. She knew it was wrong. Knew it would end up biting her in the ass later on yet she kept coming back for more.

His loud yawn jolted Alani out of her reverie. She watched as he stretched the kinks out of his body and sat up in the king sized bed, running a hand over his low cut hair. Without a glance in her direction, he slid out the bed and shuffled towards the bathroom. Alani had been placed in this awkward situation enough times to know that that was her cue to prepare to leave. She robotically stood to her feet and slipped on her clothes from the night before, a white ruffle blouse and a deep green figure hugging pencil skirt. She heard the toilet flush and she quickly grabbed the rest of her belongings, not wanting to endure the uneasy interaction of facing him after a night of animalistic sex. She could've kicked herself for even spending the night. That was not the plan. The plan was to get dicked down and promptly leave. But no, she just had to fall victim to his charming smile and agree to stay under the promise of the two of them going at it again throughout the night whenever they felt the urge. Alani had a moment of weakness but it wouldn't happen again. She knew her place and she understood that women like her weren't afforded such luxuries such as cuddling with a man after they had sex, no matter how relaxed it made her feel.

By the time he emerged from the bathroom, she was clothed and slipping out the door, ignoring him as he called her name. Her bare feet padded down the hallway of the hotel towards the elevator, willing herself to not look back since there was no reason for her to do so.

The moment she entered the elevator, Alani slipped her shoes onto her feet, slightly cringing at the thought of her walking barefoot from the hotel room. She closed her eyes and exhaled, wrinkling her noise at the unpleasant smell of her morning breath combined with her mildly sour body odor. She definitely was in dire need of a shower before she got back on the road.

The tinging of the elevator bell prompted her to open her eyes. A frown marred her pretty face as she observed her reflection in the mirrored wall. On the outside, she appeared normal, despite the dark circles underneath her eyes from the lack of sleep. However, deep down within her soul she felt empty.

Alani Matthews knew she was blessed. She had a great job. She was drop dead gorgeous. She was intelligent thanks to her many years of higher education. Yet, she felt like shit at that particular moment. Every time she left his room, she felt a sense of shame invade her body because dammit she had better sense than this.

Any man would be lucky to be in a relationship with her and claim her as his woman. Yet all he wanted was a simple fuck buddy. Somebody to take his mind off of his problems in the outside world when they were together without getting emotionally attached to him. That was her role, nothing more or nothing less.

However, Alani simply couldn't blame it all on him. She was the one that agreed to the proposition and he didn't force her. She was the one that went to his room the first night, lying to herself that it would only happen once. But before she knew it, one time turned into twenty times which turned into so many times she had lost count by now.

Alani convinced herself the arrangement was perfect. She wasn't looking for anything serious herself. All she wanted to do was work, make money, and have a good time. Anything outside of that was unwarranted. She had tried the relationship thing so many times before and it never worked out in the end. So in a way, it was a win win situation for both of them.

But she still couldn't shake that nagging voice. The voice that constantly whispered she would end up being hurt if she didn't remove herself from her current situation. The voice that reminded her that she, as a woman, was not exempt from developing feelings and she would soon gain some that would not be reciprocated by him at all. However, she shook the thoughts away as soon as they appeared.

By the time she reached the confines of her own hotel room, Alani felt her cell phone vibrate in her hand. She quickly stripped out of her clothes and headed towards the shower to wash the stench of sex off her body. As she adjusted the water temperature to her liking, she glanced at the message awaiting for her.

'You couldn't even say goodbye?'

Alani stared at the message for a few minutes, completely dumbfounded on how to respond. Why should she had stayed to say goodbye? Why even put herself through something so uncomfortable? What was she supposed to say if she waited for him to come out the bathroom? 'Hey thanks for the fuck. I'll see you at work'? There was absolutely no reason for her to stay, no reason for her to offer him a goodbye of any sort.

As much as she wanted to deny it, Alani knew it would never truly be goodbye with them. Because she would always end up back in his bed against her better judgement.

"It's your turn."

Roman groaned as he slightly raised his head, irritably eyeing the baby monitor that sat on the nightstand next to him. Loud baby wails echoed throughout his and Alyssa's bedroom, preventing either parent to fall into a deep slumber that lasted longer than 10 minutes.

"Why does it feel like they've been crying all night?"

"Not they. Just Isaiah. He does this all the time," Alyssa replied. She laid on her back with her eyes closed.

"How do you even know it's Isaiah?"

"Because Ethan is just like you and can sleep through a damn tornado. I bet you he just sleeping peacefully like nothing is going on."

"Is it normal for Isaiah to cry so much?"

"Both of them are healthy so there's nothing wrong. Some babies just cry a lot and Zay is one of them."

Roman exhaled deeply before sitting up and swinging his legs over the bed. He walked out the bedroom and blindly made his way towards the nursery, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The crying was magnified the moment he opened the door, making Roman grimace. He passed Ethan's crib, the baby still sleep like Alyssa predicted and not bothered by his brother's crying. Roman didn't know whether he should feel grateful or jealous at the fact.

"Lil man is it too much to ask for you to give me and your mother at least three hours of sleep?" Roman asked as he picked Isaiah up. He sniffed his diaper to see if he needed to be changed but he didn't. He cradled his tiny body close to him, bouncing slightly to try to soothe the cranky baby. However, the move did nothing but intensify the crying.

"I can't wait for you to get to talking age so you can tell me what's wrong instead of me trying to read your mind."

"Then he won't stop talking."

Roman looked up to see Alyssa walking into the nursery, grasping a bottle. He graciously accepted the bottle and sat in the rocking chair. When Isaiah's tiny lips attached to the bottle, his cries immediately quieted as he enjoyed his meal.

Roman released a relieved sigh. "I don't get it. It seems like we just gave him a bottle," he said.

"I guess he has an appetite like his father." Alyssa giggled as Roman tossed her a playful glare.

The couple stayed silent for a few moments, watching Isaiah finish his bottle. Once he was done, Roman patted his back to burp him which quickly made him fall asleep. Alyssa left the room while the father slowly stood to his feet and placed his son back in his crib, leaning over and kissing his forehead.

Roman walked out the room, the delicious scent of coffee greeting him as he closed the door slightly. He quickly made his way towards the kitchen, smiling gratefully when Alyssa handed him a cup of coffee. A satisfied murmur slipped from his lips as the hot liquid touched his taste buds.

"I think we might as well just wake up now and start our day," Alyssa said as she opened the refrigerator door. She pulled out a pack of turkey sausage and hash browns to cook.

Roman nodded his head in agreement, taking a seat at the breakfast counter. He yawned lowly and stretched his arms over his head. "Did you need help?"

"No I got it. You just try to recover from the lack of sleep."

"I don't see how you do this day in and day out when I'm on the road."

Alyssa shrugged her shoulders and chuckled. "It's not easy. I guess I'm getting used to the weird sleeping patterns and constantly being woken up in the middle of the night. After a while it becomes routine."

Roman watched silently as Alyssa continued to cook breakfast, simply amazed at his wife's demeanor. She appeared as if she had everything under control and wasn't allowing the grueling task of being a mother get to her. Roman knew how much trouble she had transitioning into the motherhood role at first but now it looked like she was an expert.

While Alyssa continued to fix the food, a smile crept onto Roman's face as he thought about the past few months. He was the happiest that he had been in his entire life. It still amazed him how far he had come in the past two years both professionally and personally. From being one of the biggest draws for WWE along with his two best friends to being married to a wonderful wife to being a father to two precious sons, life was good for Roman Reigns. It felt like everything was going right in his world and he considered himself extremely lucky and he was confident that everything was going to get even better moving forward.

"Why do you keep staring at me like that?" Alyssa asked without glancing up from the skillet she was cooking the sausage in.

Roman chuckled as he stood from his seat. His eyes traveled down the length of Alyssa's body, biting his lips at the peak of flesh from underneath her loose fitting shorts she slept in. No matter how long they had been together, he still got excited whenever he saw her.

"You're amazing. And you're gorgeous. And you're sexy as hell." Roman stopped behind Alyssa and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, placing soft kisses alongside her neck. "But most importantly you're mine," his deep voice rumbled lowly, partially muffled.

Alyssa's cheeks turned a deep crimson shade as another giggle slipped from her lips. "You're such a damn sap."

"I'm just a man in love. Is there something wrong with that?" Roman asked. He spun Alyssa around to look him in the eye, slightly startling her by the sudden movement.

"Not at all." She shook her head with a smile.

Alyssa stood on her tip toes and placed a brief, chaste kiss on Roman's lips, pulling away a few seconds later. She quickly stepped away when Roman tried to scoop her back into his arms, wagging her finger at him.

"Whatever is churning in your mind will have to wait. You know your mother and sisters are in town and coming over to help finalize the plans for the twins' christening."

Roman groaned and rolled his grey orbs as he ran a hand over his face, gesturing to his crotch with the other. "But-"

"But nothing Roman. The christening is coming up soon and the details need to be finalized."

"I just don't understand why there's such a rush to do this."

"Ethan and Isaiah are 8 months old!" Alyssa exclaimed with a laugh. "This is the only time that we could plan it and make sure that you're there since you're always on the road. And your mother is really looking forward to this. Do you want to be the one to tell her that you think it is a waste of time? Because I damn sure ain't doing it."

"No, I guess not," Roman relented with a sigh.

Alyssa smiled smugly, knowing pulling the mother card on Roman would make him change his mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled at him. "Now I promise I'll properly thank you for your cooperation later on when the boys are sleep, ok?"

"I'm holding you to that promise baby girl," Roman growled before he playfully nipped Alyssa's ear making her squeal in delight.

Dean's lips curled into a smirk as he leaned against the door frame of his bedroom, watching Alexandria stir her mug of tea, earbuds lodged into her ears. She continued to sing along to the song playing on her phone, swaying her hips to the beat and oblivious to his presence. He bit his bottom lip in appreciation as he eyed the way the form fitting leggings she wore stretched to accommodate her shapely backside. Dean stealthily crept up behind her and wrapped his arms around her chest, making her yelp in shock.

"Dean! You scared the shit out of me!" Alexandria exclaimed. She turned around and glared at her boyfriend as he started to laugh at her outburst. "That isn't funny!"

When he saw she didn't crack a smile, he calmed down and his expression morphed into seriousness. "You're right. It's not funny Alex. But it is hilarious!"

"You ass!" Alexandria harshly slapped Dean in his chest which only made his laughter intensify.

He quickly caught a hold of her wrists and pulled her body closer to his. His arms wrapped around her waist again and his best pitiful puppy dog expression appeared on his face. "Ok I'm sorry for scaring you and making fun. Forgive me?"

"I don't know if I should," Alexandria grumbled. "You're going to have to do a lot of making up to me in order for me to forgive you."

"And what exactly did you have in mind?"

"I don't know." Alexandria moved her arms to ensnare Dean's neck. She bit her bottom lip thoughtfully. "You're creative. I'm sure you can think of the proper apology."

"Is that so?" Dean asked, raising a brow as he grinned, showing off his dimples. Without another word, he leaned forward and kissed Alexandria hungrily. She quickly grabbed the straps of his undershirt to stop herself from falling backwards. A soft moan filled the kitchen as Dean gripped Alexandria's hips, pulling her body into his so she could feel his engorged penis underneath the gym shorts he was wearing.

Eleven months. The number continued to swirl around in Dean's mind as he kissed Alexandria. He couldn't believe that he had been in a relationship for damn near a year. How did that even happen? Men like him weren't supposed to survive in relationships. Nuclear explosions, sure. High speed chases with the cops? He would so win. Eating 100 hot dogs in 5 minutes? He might puke afterwards but he would be the best damn hot dog eating champion. However somehow he had endured the past several months and was preparing to celebrate his one year anniversary.

The thought of being monogamous to one woman was supposed to make Dean break out into hives, have night tremors before waking up in a cold sweat, and run for dear life. But instead whenever he thought about the last few months he spent with Alexandria, he didn't have an adverse reaction.

He actually felt happiness.

The two of them together in a relationship wasn't supposed to work. But somehow they just fuckin clicked. Dean didn't know how it happened but he managed to stumble upon a woman that didn't grow weary of his antics but instead found them endearing. They accepted each other the way they were but still encouraged one another to become a better person. Dean finally found a woman that GOT him and it felt great to be understood and cared for. He never wanted to let go of this feeling.

Dean pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath and observed Alexandria's face. The smirk that he wore a few seconds ago vanished. "What's wrong?"

Alexandria's eyes popped open and locked onto Dean's curious icy blue orbs. "Nothing's wro-"

"Doll face." The tone of Dean's voice gave off the impression that he knew Alexandria was keeping something from him.

Alexandria dropped her head, toying with the hem of her shirt and shook her head. "I'm fine Dean."

Dean dropped his hands from Alexandria's hips and crossed his arms across his chest, staring at her disbelievingly. She exhaled when she realized he wouldn't drop the issue. "My mother called me today."

Dean's eyes widened. Alexandria hadn't spoken to her parents since the day he crashed the welcome back brunch and her parents didn't make an attempt to call her either. Alexandria tried to act as if she wasn't affected by the lack of communication but Dean could tell that she was somewhat melancholy about the entire situation.

"What happened?"

"She wants me to come home for their annual New Year's Eve party they throw for all of their country club friends. But I promptly told her that shit wasn't going to happen." Alexandria stepped away from Dean and plopped down on his couch, tucking her leg underneath her body. "As long as they have an issue with me picking who I want to be with instead of following their plan and marrying Wesley, I will never step foot back in that damn house."

Dean ran a hand through his unruly auburn hair as he sat next to Alexandria. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards him, letting her rest her head on his shoulder while she took a sip of her tea. "Darling, I think you should go."

Alexandria quickly raised her head to stare at Dean, shock written on her face. "How could you say that after everything my father did to you? Did to us Dean?"

"Just hear me out. Look I don't like your father. I don't like that he tried to manipulate me with shit from my past to break us up. But I don't want the bad vibes between us to prevent you from having a relationship with him. I know what it's like to not have your father in your life and I wouldn't wish that on you Alex."

"You're not the only reason why we don't have a relationship Dean. He doesn't respect any of my decisions and constantly makes snide remarks. He critiques everything I do and say and wear. He's too controlling and I'm tired of that."

"Let him talk Alex. Let him say whatever the fuck he wants to say. I mean what does it matter anyway? Because he's not driving either of us away from one another. He can't threaten to break us up anymore because we won't let that happen. Sooner or later, he's going to realize that you're a grown ass woman and there's nothing he can do to control you anymore. But I think you should be the bigger person. Don't stoop to his level. And don't punish your mother either because it seems like she's trying to make an effort by inviting you," Dean told her.

He intertwined their fingers together and squeezed Alexandria's hand tightly. "I know you think it might be a waste of time. But I remember when I thought the idea of me and Roman becoming friends again was a pipe dream yet you believed there was hope. So here I am telling you I think there's still a chance that you and your parents can get over this. Don't be stubborn like me doll face."

Alexandria released a frustrated sigh and burrowed her face into Dean's chest. "Dammit how did I know you were going to toss that Roman thing back in my face?" she whined.

Dean chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of his girlfriend's head. "I think that's what couples are supposed to do. Make us see when we're wrong when we know the other can do better," he replied. He glanced down at Alexandria, placing his finger underneath her chin and lifting her head so she could stare him in his eyes. "So what are you going to do?"

After a few minutes of silence, Alexandria nodded her head. "Ok I'll go under one condition."

"Which is?"

"You come with me."

Dean's face contorted in disapproval and he shook his head. "Lex I don't know. My presence might start another war between you and your father. Anyway the last time I was there, I did cause a scene that I'm sure he still hasn't gotten over and that people are still gossiping about."

"Fuck them. If my parents want a place in my life they're going to have to accept you as well because you're not going anywhere anytime soon if I have anything to say about it. And I don't give a shit what those snobs from the country club have to say because they won't say it to my face."

Dean's lips tipped upward into a grin. "I like it when you get all feisty like this doll face. Think I'm starting to rub off on you."

Alexandria laughed and shook her head. "Stop trying to change the subject! What do you say? Are you coming? I'm not taking no for an answer."

Dean tilted his head to the side before exhaling. "Fine. I'll go. You're bossy. You know that right?"

Alexandria shrugged her shoulders as she turned around. She straddled Dean's lap, running her hands through his short hair as his own hands caressed her back. He groaned lowly in his throat as she started to grind on his crotch.

"Don't act like it doesn't turn you on Ambrose," Alexandria whispered before her mouth descended on Dean's in a fiery kiss.

A/N: Like with "Broken", this story for the most part will only be updated once a week (Real life shit gets in the way you know?) Once again, I don't know if this will be better than the first two stories but I am looking forward to writing it and I hope everyone is looking forward to the ride we're about to take. R&R and let me know what you all think so far.