"KEVIN! You are a goddamn embarrassment!" Seth shouted as his Yorkie hid under a floral patterned armchair.

"What's happening?" Charly appeared in the door, shaking out a freshly washed sheet in her hands.

"He's hiding from your damn cat."

"Aww Mittens," she cooed, "did you scare him?"

"Jesus."

"You think they'll learn to get along?"

"Oh about as well we will," he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips to her neck. "You sure you're gonna be okay with him?"

"He's hiding from my cat right now."

"I'm serious."

"You're not choosing between us so,"

"Actually, sometimes I worry about if he's really happy splitting his time between me and my brother. He'd take him full time in a heartbeat if I asked."

"I wouldn't ask you to do that,"

"It's an option," he kissed her cheek, "if he scares you."

"I'll just sic Mittens on him."

Seth shook his head and laughed, "you want help with those?"

"Sure," she led him into the bedroom where his king sized bed overpowered the gray and pink room.

She handed him a corner of the crisp white sheet and leaned over to secure her side. He watched the curve of her body under the thin sleep shirt, but followed suit and helped her smooth out the fitted sheet. Handing him the corner of the navy comforter, she smiled.

"You like this?"

"Of course I like it, stop asking."

There was an issue with the movers, and she ended up having to go shopping for the essentials alone while he waited for them. It wasn't easy trying to combine their stuff when Charly had already settled in comfortably. Only a few of his things had even made it into the place, but he didn't mind. He wanted nothing more than to leave that chapter of his life behind him.

"We'll go pick out a few things next week," he offered in hopes of making her feel better, "manly, manly things."

She laughed, collapsing down to the newly made bed, "I'm starting to get the feeling you actually really like pink and florals."

"Maybe I do," he smirked, leaning up against the footboard, watching her crawl under the covers. "But you know, this bed is basically all I got around here."

"You have that big-ass flatscreen and a framed photo of the Shield, which you know, is kind of weird."

"But mostly, I have this bed."

"Mmm, it's a great bed," she curled into the pillows.

"Which makes it my domain."

"Is that right?"

He climbed in next to her, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Yeah, I think so. And in my domain, there are no clothes in bed."

She smirked, biting her lip for a second before slipping the shirt over her head and dropping it to the floor. He grinned and shimmied out of his sweatpants before crawling under the covers too. Kissing her, he let his hands wander through her hair and over the soft skin of her back.

"Hey so, I've been meaning to tell you-" she said against his lips and he opened his eyes.

"Right now?"

"What was one round of christening no enough?"

"No?" he smiled innocently and she tipped her head at him, "okay go on."

"I got a call from Coranno this morning."

"Yeah?"

"They want me on Total Divas"

"Oh. That's…good."

"I'm not gonna do it, obviously."

"Obviously?"

"Yeah I mean," she shifted onto her side, holding the comforter to her chest, "they only want me for you."

"Babe, I'm sure that's not-"

"Yes it is, and you know it. They want the budding romance, and the drama,"

"Drama?"

"People are already treating me differently," she shifted in the sheets uncomfortably.

"Who?"

"Seth,"

"Tell me, I'll beat them up."

"Literally all of the girls."

"Oh at once? Yeah okay that I can't do," he laughed and she curled up against his body. "Seriously, you don't need to worry about that. No one is taking you from me. I promise.

"Okay," she pressed her lips to the crook of his neck.

"I think you should take it."

"What?" she sat up suddenly. "You want cameras following around our lives?"

"Of course not,"

"So case closed."

"Char," he sighed and sat up next to her, "be reasonable."

"Oh, so it's unreasonable to not want my life poked and prodded until I make an ass of myself?"

"It doesn't have to be like that. Nikki Bella's producing next season, her and Brie have more control on that thing than we've seen. All those girls know how to work the camera, they'll protect you from making some ass out of yourself."

"You think those girls give a damn about me?"

"I think you'd be surprised. And they've all said that looking back on big moments is worth the occasional dirty laundry aired."

"The studio isn't after just dirty laundry, they're after a full-blown explosion."

"Explosion of what?" he watched as she looked away and mumbled never mind. "I see,"

"Forget it," she said.

"You think they want you on the show so that they can pop ratings with a cheating angle."

"I didn't say that."

"You never do," he ran his hands through his hair and sighed. "Look, I can't force you to see how much you mean to me, I can't make you believe I won't do that if you don't, and I'm not going to grovel for your forgiveness for something I haven't done. So either that's good enough, or it's not."

She scoffed, leaning back against the headboard, "this is exactly what they're after."

"I think it's a good opportunity. Connections, exposure, the pay."

"So I should take it for the money? For walking red carpets at low-level Hollywood events and magazine covers?"

"You don't get paid half of what you're worth, and you know it. And GQ would be damn lucky to have you on their cover."

Charly felt the corners of her lips turning upwards, "you'd be all about that, wouldn't you?"

"I'd have it framed," he smiled back and kissed her softly on the lips. "I just think you should consider it."

"Okay. I'll consider it."

"Good," he curled his body up against hers, his bare thighs encasing her legs. "I just want the best for you, beautiful."

"And it has nothing to do with being produced into situations with Renee?"

"Renee?"

"And Dean?"

"What! Don't be ridiculous."

"Okay, just a thought."

"It's got nothing to do with this. I mean, it is kind of weird that we never hang out together, seeing as you and Renee are so close, but whatever."

"You wanna double-date with Dean and Renee?"

"Why not?"

"Because he hates you?"

"Oh. Right."

XXX

"I thought this vacation was supposed to be all about me," Seth grumbled from the porch of the Hawaiian resort room.

Charly laughed, dipping her hand in the hot bath water in the soaking tub between the bathroom and the bedroom. "You're welcome to join me."

"I hate baths." He slunk back to the bed, picking up his mystery novel.

"Well, then," she laughed, dropping her towel to the floor. His eyes followed her as she stepped into the tub, lowering herself down and sighing as the hot water touched her body. She caught his eye, fixed on her, a sly smile on his face. "What?"

"Well it is my birthday after all," he smirked, "and we picked this place for the view."

"Are you going to let me enjoy my bath, birthday boy?"

"Don't bother getting dressed," he chuckled, returning to his book.

"I think you're supposed to be making us reservations."

He rolled his eyes, reaching for the hotel phone, "do I have to do everything around here?"

She responded by leaning her head back lazily, not paying much attention to whether or not she was underneath the water. Seth smirked.

"Fair enough."

An hour or so later, he was running gel through his hair, pulling it back into a low bun. His heart was beating out of his chest and he tried to steady his hands. He'd moved in almost a month ago, but they hadn't gone anywhere together, not as a couple. They'd never left his wrestler and her announcer behind and boarded a plane for a sandy beach before. At this point, he was just hoping that she would still like him out here.

"I'm meeting up with Nikki when we fly through LAX," said her voice behind him.

"Total Divas?" his eyes focused on the shirt buttons under his fingers.

"Yeah she offered to answer my questions and you know,"

"Calm your mind?"

"We'll see."

He chuckled, his fingers struggling with his cufflinks, "you're nothing if not strong-willed, Char."

"You want help?" her soft fingertips were on his wrists and his eyes followed the line of her body, down a slinky lilac dress, plunging deep and wrapping around her hips beautifully. She smiled sweetly and connected the cufflink on his right hand, while his jaw stayed glued to the floor.

"There," she said, "ready to go?"

"No," he shook his head, smirking and eating her up with his eyes.

"Seeeeeth," she groaned as he pressed his lips to her neck, "I'm hungry."

"Okay, fine, I mean far be for me to get in between you and lobster mac n cheese."

"Thank you," she said in a sing-song voice, slipping into a pair of strappy pumps that only made it worse.

"But I want my birthday cake in bed."

XXX

She looked out along the beach, her ankles crossed casually and her menu on her lap. In the candle light, she seemed to glow even more than usual.

"You ever gonna pick out what you want to eat?" he teased, breaking her out of her daydream.

She chuckled, "it's beautiful."

"Isn't it?" he grinned, his eyes grazing over her again and she blushed.

"What's gotten into you today?"

"Just can't get enough, that's all." He took her hand and pressed it to his lips gently, watching her melt ever so slightly. "Feeling really, really…lucky tonight."

"Lucky?"

"Now don't get dirty with me." He leaned in on his elbows, "seriously, Char, you're the only present I need this year."

"Well that's good, I didn't get you another one," she grinned and flipped her hair.

He laughed, "that's alright,"

"Oh except for…"

"What?"

She reached into her clutch and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to him.

"Did you name a star after me?"

"Open it."

He unfolded it and started reading it. His brow furrowed. "This is a copy of your lease."

"Is it?"

Seth bit his lip, the corners turning upwards, "you put me on your lease…our lease?"

"It's our house, isn't it? You didn't seem too pleased with me being your landlady."

"This is very sweet, kind of weird, but very, very sweet."

"It's a romantic gesture," she teased, blushing.

"A romantic gesture you needed my social security number for, you stalker."

"You keep it with your passport, I'm a white hat stalker. Revealing your weaknesses so you can fix them."

"I think you know a thing or two about my weaknesses."

"Now who's being dirty?"

He leaned forward to kiss her cheek, "I love your gift."

"You're welcome."

"I'll show you just how much tonight."

XXX

She spent the night wrapped up in his body, letting him have it slow and long. His hands wandered up and down her back, his hair sticking to his neck with sweat. Charly pushed him onto his back and climbed on top as he melted into the bed. Flipping some of her hair over her shoulder, she braced herself against his chest and began moving up and down.

"I stand corrected," he breathed, "this is my favorite view."

"Oh shush," she pressed her lips to his neck until he moaned, her fingertips exploring the taut muscles of his biceps.

His hands wrapped around her back, holding her closer. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

"Say it,"

She giggled, "what?"

"What I like to hear," he purred, "say it, and I swear I'll flip you over right now, give it to you so good,"

"This is good,"

"This is good for me," he nipped at her ear, "has been for hours,"

"Trying to get me to compliment your stamina?" she teased through a hitch of her breath.

"I wanna give you what you want," he smiled slyly and she kissed him roughly. He bucked his hips in return.

"Seeeeth…"

"Atta girl," he grinned and flipped her onto her back, encasing her with his larger frame and beginning to thrust harder. She gripped his shoulders, feeling his teeth catch her lower lip and moaned into it. He snickered, "there ya go."

"Loud enough for you?" she taunted.

He kissed her again, "you're perfect. Always."

"Always?" she laughed, running her hands through his hair.

"Every second of every day." He kissed her temple, "what do you say we bring this bad boy home?"

"Oh you done?"

"Almost," he hooked her legs over his shoulders and pushed in deeply, making her head tip back blissfully. He chuckled again, watching her face. "Ah Charly, Charly, beautiful Charly."

"Haven't heard you say that in a while," she whispered.

"Still as true today as the first day I met you," he thrust slow but hard, watching her wither underneath him. "Still as eager to catch you."

"Pretty sure-oh- you've got me," she gasped as he picked up the pace.

"Never enough," he slammed into her and she let out a yelp, screwing her eyes shut. "I'm never gonna stop-" now it was him trying to catch his breath, "trying to show you-I'm the right one."

"I know you are," she cooed in his ear, "You're you."

He closed his eyes and buried himself in the crook of her neck. Out loud but only half-aware, he murmured. "My beautiful Charly."

The end.

XXX

Sugary sweet ending, I know, but everyone gets so sad when I leave things less happy ;D Lots of stuff in the works, including squeal to What You Want, a Dean Ambrose/Renee Young AU, and finishing up the incomplete Sesha, Finn/Becky, and Sami/Becky that are all at points where they could keep going. Let me know what you guys want to see! Did you enjoy Charly/Seth? They've been less super flirty on camera lately but it's still fun. Until next time...