She was sitting in the front row with a hoodie up and as far down her face as possible. The last thing she needed right now was for any of the fans around her or any of the other wrestlers to recognize her.

So apparently they had won the night before. Team SmackDown. After her little double count out stunt, taking Seth down with her, team RAW had been shaken up and had a hard time concentrating. They had taken Sami down with them too but AJ and Kevin had ended up cleaning house and come out victorious. She was proud of them. They deserved it. She just wished she had been able to say goodbye to AJ. He had taken care of her ever since she came to SmackDown and she felt like she was selling out on him.

She had made a deal with the devil, so to speak. She already knew what the meeting was about before Stephanie showed up. She also already knew she would take the deal and go to RAW.

It wasn't because of what had happened between her and Seth in the locker room, although that sure as hell didn't push her further away from the idea. She already knew long before that that she would leave SmackDown behind and join the enemy. Out of anger, out of frustration, and out of fucking love. She needed to be near him again no matter the outcome. If they would fight each other or fuck each other, she didn't care, as long as she got to feel his hands around her throat.

She hadn't had much saying in going into this deal. Stephanie knew about her and Seth's past. Everyone knew. It wasn't like they had been hiding it when they were together. She had only had two demands. One of them being that she would be the one letting Seth and everyone else know she had joined team RAW and that she would tell the world in her own twisted way.

That's why she was in the front row covered by a hoodie. She was waiting. Bray had been so angry that Seth had been so stupid and been counted out like that that he blamed the entire team's loss on him and wanted to face him in the ring tonight. As the proud man that Seth always was, he had accepted the challenge.

She was pumped up as they annonced the main event was about to take place. She watched as Seth walked down the ramp, determination clearly shining through he eyes. He was pissed off, no doubt about it, and she was the reason for it. He was never one to let go easy when things didn't go his way. She smirked under her hoodie. She loved that she could still get under his skin like that.

The lights went out and Bray came walking in with his lantern. He strolled slowly down the ramp, babbling about being a god and that Seth would bow down to him soon enough. She didn't really listen. Her focus was solely on Seth. The man she hated, the man she loved, the man she was about to give the surprise of his life.

She had requested the seat closest to the end of the commentator table. She knew both men had a love for putting their opponents through it and it would give her everything she needed to catch them by surprise. Not that she cared about Bray at all. He could go to hell for all she cared. She was there for Seth and Seth alone. Her enemy, her lover.

The two men inside the ring wasted no time as soon as the bell rang. They were on each other right away, none of them willing to back down. They punched, they kicked, they screamed, they roared, they threw each other around like mad men.

She sat back, watching the match, probably enjoying it a little too much, while she waited for the right time to strike. Randy had taught her all about watching closely and waiting patiently. Her time would come. She just had to let this one play out to her advantage.

She started smiling as both men tumbled through the ropes and down on the ground between the ring and the commentator table. She knew they couldn't stay away. Bray seemed to be knocked out so Seth started clearing the table. Classic Seth. She could hardly wait to greet him in her own special way.

Once the table was clear, Seth rolled Bray up on it. He jumped up afterwards, standing with his back against her, looking out on the crowd. He grabbed Bray's hair, yanked him up and stuck his head between his legs. So he was going for a powerbomb.

She jumped up on the barricade, balancing on it. The crowd started screaming by the sight of a hooded figure standing there. Seth knew something was wrong. He let go off Bray and turned around.

She sent AJ a silent thought before leaping off the barricade and crashing into Seth with a forearm as AJ had taught her. Bray had rolled down from the table just a second before they both came crashing down and the table fell apart under them and around them.

Seth's body had softened the fall a bit but it still hurt like crazy. She rolled off him while clutching her arms around her body in pain. Tables were never the most forgiving object to go head to head with. She rolled on to her back, the hoodie sliding down from her face.

"Oh my god, it's Cherry!" Corey shouted.
"What is she doing here?" JBL asked.

"Thank you, little one," Bray said as he got back up to his feet.

He jumped down on Seth with a running senton, knocking the air out of Seth. Bray turned around and started delivering blows to Seth's face.

As much as she was hurting, she knew she had to get up and continue. She growled at herself as she rolled around again and pushed herself up on all four. She breathed in and out quickly for three seconds before finally pushing herself up to her feet.

"No!" She screamed as she went over to the two men.

Her hands grabbed Bray's shoulders in a tight grip and yanked him backwards. He looked up at her stunned and she figured the most easy way to make him back down was to lower herself to his crazy level.

"That is my prey!" She screamed and pointed at Seth.

Bray chuckled, his voice getting louder and louder until he went into a full laugh. He got back up to his feet and looked at her.

"Why didn't you just say so, little one? Have fun," he said and started walking away.

She hurried over to the ring and looked under it. She quickly found a kendo stick and pulled it out. She slowly walked back towards Seth, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, as she twirled the stick around in her hand.

"Oh Seth," she called out in a tempting voice.
"Cherry pie?" He asked as he rolled over on his side and looked towards the voice.
"You're not seeing things, Seth," she laughed.
"What are you doing here?" He asked confused.

He rolled around and slowly pushed himself up while she walked around behind his back and just waited. She was gonna enjoy this and he deserved it. He had been planning on humiliating her last night with his friends. She had to show him she wouldn't let something like that slide.

He screamed in pain and bent backwards as she hit him as hard as she could on his back. He turned around, eyes wide in disbelief, as he saw her standing there with the kendo stick. She hit him again, harder and faster, over and over, while he went down on his knees again, bending over to take the hits on his back instead of his chest and stomach.

He was wheezing, finding it so hard to breathe from all the blows, and still his mind was roaming like crazy. He couldn't understand why she was there. She dropped the kendo stick and jumped up on the apron. She grabbed the middle rope with one hand and leaned forward while the fingers on her other hand motioned for him to get up.

"Come on!" She shouted. "Get up!"

He started rising again and she jumped down with yet another forearm, sending him right back down as she had done with her first blow. She had to call AJ later and tell him how much she loved him for allowing her to borrow his moves.

She heard screaming from the top of the ramp and turned her head to see Dean and Roman come running. The fun was over. She had to get away before they reached them. She rolled over, put her arm across his chest, grabbed his head with her hand and leaned in to his ear.

"Room 701," she quickly whispered.

She jumped up and ran around the ring. Roman stopped by Seth while Dean wanted to give chase but ended up stopping as he stood on the other side of the ring between where she was standing and where Seth was lying.

"Tend to your boy, Dean!" She yelled tauntingly.

Dean looked between them before finally letting out a sound of annoyance and turning around to run back to Seth. She laughed and ran up the ramp, disappearing before they got Seth back up and decided to give chase.

She kept running as far as she could, up the ramp, out of the arena, down the city streets, until she finally reached the hotel. She didn't stop to catch her breath until she was finally inside the elevator, going up to her room. It was hard not to laugh as she thought back to what had just happened. She was on RAW. Every wrestler knew it, the fans knew it, Seth knew it.

She threw her clothes on the floor while walking through the room towards the bathroom. She was sweaty and hurting and a quick, warm shower was all she needed right now. She stepped under the water, quickly washed her hair and body, got back out and got dried.

She walked back into the hotel room and towards her suitcase. She quickly found a thong and put it on. She bowed down again to locate a bra. Once she found one, she stood back up to put it on but she never got that far.

"You don't need that," Seth's voice sounded.

She spun around and saw him standing in the open door.

"And you can take that thong off too," he said as he slammed the door shut behind him.

He strode towards her fast but stopped halfway there.

"Why are you here?" He asked.
"Stephanie offered me a deal," she answered.
"Must be some kind of deal for you to jump brands like that," he said.
"No, it's actually a really shitty deal. I'll only be paid half of what I got on SmackDown," she said.
"Then why take it?" He asked.
"Because I hate you," she answered.

He started smirking as he started walking towards her again, quickly closing the gab between him. His hand went up around her throat as he forced her backwards up against the wall.

"I love you too," he said.

She stared him down.

"I hate you, Seth. I really do," she said.
"I know you do but you also love me so just fucking admit it," he said.

His hand squeezed a little tighter. He wasn't threathening her into saying it. He was enticing her into saying it and it worked. She could never say no to him when he held the power like that. She loved it too much.

"I do. I love you. I've been miserable without you. It's like I haven't been able to breathe," she said.
"That's probably my hand around your throat," he joked.
"Are you kidding me? I feel alive for the first time in a long time," she said.
"I know you do. Me too," he said as he leaned in to kiss her.

She grabbed his shirt and ripped it open.

"Oh really?" He asked as he looked down at his torn shirt. "Two can play that game, Cherry pie."

He ripped the thong from her body before grabbing her, lifting her up and throwing her on the bed.

"You fucking stay there if you know what's best for you," he warned.

She sat on the bed, watching him undress. Once he was done, he grabbed her ankles and yanked her down on her back. His teeth made a pattern all the way up one of her inner thighs until he finally reached between her legs. He roughly pushed three fingers inside her while his tongue came out to play as well. She could never understand how he managed to make his tongue seem angry too in the way he moved it on her but she never had any complaints. He knew how to bring her to the edge and he knew how to do it fast. His teeth lightly scraped her clit as he made her cum, his fingers still working their way in and out of her at a rapid pace. He was hurting her, pleasuring her, punishing her, loving her.

He didn't allow her to come down from her high. He just quickly got up on his knees between her legs and pushed himself inside her without warning. She moaned out loud and he bent over to wrap his arms around her and drag her up to straddle him.

She immetiately started bouncing on him fast, working herself and him up. He held an arm around her lower back tight while his other hand went back to her throat, squeezing it just the way she liked it.

"Come on, Cherry pie. I won't stop till I feel you cum all over my dick," he said lowly while his eyes bore into hers.

She tilted her head backwards a bit, allowing him to better grab around it, squeezing harder.

"Oh god, I love you," she moaned as she was getting close.

He felt it too, the sensation of her around him, how she started squeezing him more and more, yet she still wasn't there, but almost. He wanted to be the one to bring her there, he wanted to be the one to control her and make her cum.

He pushed her down on her back again, following suit, never pulling out of her, never removing his hand from her throat. He just kept on thrusting, pushing into her harder now, until she started screaming and he felt her cum. Nothing could ever feel this good as him being inside of her while she came. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, wanting to draw out every last little moan from her, before he finally moaned out loud himself and came.

He rolled down next to her and tried catching his breath. For a moment they just lied there, not saying anything at all, staring up in the ceiling. Their heavy breathings were the only thing filling the room.

He turned his head and looked at her. She felt his eyes and turned her head to look at him too.

"You wanna move back home?" He asked.
"Yeah," she said and smiled.

He pushed his hand under her head and pulled her close so he could kiss her.

"Let's hope they won't split us again in the future. Apparently we don't handle separation too well," he said.
"Don't worry, they won't," she said.
"You don't know that," he said.
"Yeah, I do. Part of me taking the shitty deal was a contract saying that they're not allowed to put us on separate brands ever," she said.

He rolled her over on her back again and rolled on top of her.

"You smart woman," he said with a chuckle and kissed her again. "I love you so much. And fuck, I've missed you."