A/n: of course you didn't have to wait long for my next Sesha fic. It felt like a good time for a change of pace and something a little more fun. Also I decided to make a tumblr for my page to make it easier to interact with all of you, you can find it on my profile :)

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"Laaadies," came a coarse voice from behind them.

Sasha turned and rolled her eyes at the sight of the overly confident owner of that voice walking towards them. He caught her eye and smirked.

"Banks,"

"Oh what, do I not count as ladies?"

"Just saying hello," Seth sat down in the chair next to her and ignored her crossing her arms in a huff. "What's on?"

"What does it look like?" she taunted.

"It looks like Enzo and Cass." They were gathered around one of the backstage monitors at Raw, watching the show as it unfolded.

"Ding ding we have a winner."

"Wow she's feisty tonight huh?" he said to Charlotte on the other side of him.

"She's feisty every night," Charlotte shrugged.

"Hey!"

"But maybe," Charlotte continued, "she's extra feisty because of something you said about Hell in a Cell last night and you should apologize."

He took a heavy sigh and looked over at her from the side.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Sure."

"I was just frustrated with being smack dab in the middle of the card. Wouldn't you be?"

"Oh yeah," she glared at him, "I wouldn't know anything about that. We only went on second at SummerSlam."

"Noted." His tone was stern. "It wasn't a dig at you not deserving the main event, I just always wanna be the marquee guy. As a wrestlter, as a performer. I'm sorry," he looked back to Charlotte, "to both of you."

She nodded, "It's cool. Right Sash?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Okay. But you still don't have to be so damn feisty,"

"Ugh," she rolled her eyes.

"Alright that's our cue Bay," Charlotte said as the monitor played a commercial, and standing up, "see you guys later."

They walked off for their segment with Nia, leaving Sasha there alone with Seth. Somehow they always ended up like that, alone. Together. He drove her crazy, but there were worse things out there than spending time with him. There was nothing Sasha hated more than being bored, and she was never bored when Seth was around. He was eyeing her from the corner of his eye again, and she pretended not to notice. Eventually, she had enough.

"What?" she snapped.

"You're not dressed."

"Oh I'm sorry actually, I am wearing clothes, that's just you undressing me with your eyes."

The corner of his lips turned up to a cocky smile as his eyes narrowed on her. He knew full well she'd only say something like that if they were alone, but he enjoyed the challenge regardless.

"Ha ha ha, so feisty tonight, Banks. You're not dressed to fight. No match tonight?"

"Nah they're selling the beating I took in Boston."

"You must be pretty bummed about losing the title."

"Yeah. Pretty bummed."

"Well maybe if you learned how to carry a championship they wouldn't have you constantly losing it," he sneered a bit as he said it.

"Is that why they never let you have the Universal?"

"Ouch, alright, we'll call that a tie."

"I'll give it to you. Do they…uh, have anything planned for you now?"

"Well, Survivor Series gives it a breather and then probably Jericho. Nothing's set."

"Yeah, of course."

"They want me full face by the time I get to Triple H."

"What're you now?"

"A kinda-face? Like you,"

"I'm not a kinda-face,"

"You are one bad day away from breaking a little girl's headband, don't even deny it."

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "How're you gonna do that?"

"I dunno for sure, I wanna keep that cockiness, it's so much a part of my character, you know?"

"Oh I know."

"Ey, easy."

She laughed, tipping her head back and moving her hair from one side to the other.

"Watching a lot of Edge as a face, trying to pick up some things."

"Yeah and also-"

"Eddie?"

"Yeah."

"Got it," he chuckled. "Looks like Finn'll be front row for Survivor Series, we might have a moment after the match. A handshake or something."

"That would definitely get you back into the good graces of the fans."

"I think I've got plenty of good graces," he said with a confident smirk.

"Whatever."

"What about you? Keeping you away from the title for a bit?"

"Yeah, it looks like I'll pick up some bad blood with Nia through this."

"Jesus, don't die."

"I'm a better competitor than she is."

"Yeah and she can break you and your tiny body like a toothpick."

"She cannot-"

"Don't get me wrong," his voice got thicker, "it's a very lovely little body-"

"Damn right," she said confidently, though her face couldn't help but blush.

"But Nia looks like she could snap it in half."

"I guess so. I've been trying to bulk up."

He looked her up and down, it made her skin crawl…and tingle.

"Really?"

"Ha ha. How'd you do it?"

"Do what?

"Bulk up when you came back from your knee?"

"Am I…bigger?" he looked down, a little nervously and pulled at the too-tight t-shirt stretching across his upper body.

"I'm not calling you fat,"

"You sure?"

She laughed, "yes I'm sure. You came back…thicker."

"Oh yeah?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Enough ego fluffing, what did you do?"

"High protein and CrossFit."

"Ugh never mind."

"You might like it if you tried it,"

"Unlikely."

"Well that's what I did."

"Thanks for the advice," she said dryly.

"You asked."

She bit her lip. Talking to Seth was like a nonstop roller coaster. Sometimes they could hold a perfectly normal conversation, sometimes one of them got aggressive with the teasing and the other would have to match it. That was just the way they seemed to communicate, and that didn't bother her. It was immature, yeah, but it's not like either of them ever really said anything truly mean-spirited or hurtful. No matter how much they bantered and bickered, his name would still sit at the top of her phone's recent texts. Sometimes for more bantering and bicker, but still. They might act like they hated each other, but he mattered to her, and she liked to think she mattered to him too.

The flirting, well, that was just a bit of fun. It helped blow off steam the same way arguing did. Plus, whoever got the last word in got to enjoy watching the other speechless and blushing. Usually, that was Seth. He knew how to flirt. Better yet, he knew just want to say to put a dirty thought in her head and once he did, she was stuck. They'd been doing it for over a year, since Sasha came up last July, though it never went any further than words.

Later that same night, a group of them sat in a noisy hotel bar. There was a convention in town, meaning they had to squeeze together and fight to get the attention of the bartender. The rest of them, Bayley, Xavier, Big E and Kofi, had sent her and Seth up to get the next round. He peered over the tops of the crowd of people between them and the bar.

"Goddamn OBGYNs," he grumbled.

"They really know how to party."

"Okay here's the game plan, I'll push us through, you pull down your top a bit."

"Excuse me?" she demanded.

"Well I can't do it! Male bartender flirting with the blonde, it'll get his attention."

"There's not a whole lot to show off," she grumbled.

"Stop, you're beautiful,"

A second of silence hung between them, his eyes on her. Something on his face said he hadn't meant to say that out loud. She felt his hand on the small of her back, pushing past the other people at the bar. Reluctantly, she tugged down the tank top so that the cleavage showed. His eyes grazed over her, though she pretended not to notice. He was right though, it worked, the bartender came to them immediately and they soon carried a round of beers back to the table.

"Drink up kiddos," Seth said with a smirk, "Banks here sacrificed her dignity for these."

She glared at him and self-consciously tugged up her tank top again.

"Cheers," Bayley said with a laugh, "so do we have a European tour game plan?"

Sasha rolled her eyes, Bayley always wanted to fit in a thousand site seeing activities whenever they went anywhere. Because their schedules were so intense, it usually was combined with their morning workouts.

"We are not climbing all the steps of the Eiffel Tower again."

"We already did that, so I was thinking this time we'd go for bike ride along the Seine."

"That sounds fun," Xavier nodded.

"Don't encourage her, she'll want you to do the whole thing."

"It can't be that long."

"Someone google it."

"On it," said Big E, "277 miles."

"Oh," Bayley said disappointedly. "Maybe 8 miles of it?"

"See? Told you."

They laughed and continued their plans for the upcoming tour. But Seth wasn't in the conversation, sipping on his beer and texting on his phone. They were squeezed into the booth like sardines, his thigh rubbing up against her knee, his arm brushing against her as he attempted to conceal his phone under the table. She glanced over a few times as he bit his lip. Of course, he would be setting up a booty call while out with them. Sometimes it was like Seth had no interest the friends he made in the company. He was too busy being a main eventer and getting all the ladies. She had to admit it gave her a lot of pleasure to take the main event from him for once.

Leaning back with her beer, she caught a glance at his screen before he quickly tipped it away, seeing the picture that was on it. Someone sure wanted his attention. She glanced at the group, they were immersed in their conversation, so leaned into his ear and muttered very lowly.

"Classy, Rollins."

He looked back at her, realizing he'd been caught. His eyes narrowed, a little bit lustful.

"Jealous?"

"In your dreams."

He smirked, pocketing his phone.

"I'm calling it a night, guys," he said, downing the last of his beer. "I'll see you all in London."

He looked back at her with a smirk as he walked off, knowing she knew where he was going. Knowing that she was probably picturing it, his bare chest, sticky with sweat, his muscles flexing as he breathed heavily. She hated giving him the satisfaction and sneered back.

"What was that about?" asked Bayley.

"Caught Rollins sexting under the table. What else is new?"

"Wow you gotta give it to him," Xavier said, "he's got game."

"I really don't," Sasha dismissed. "He's got girls throwing themselves at him left and right because he's a world champ with a hot body, that's not game."

"A hot body?" Kofi laughed, "Damn that's complimentary of you."

Sasha rolled her eyes, "Even I can admit he looks good in skinny jeans. But that's not game."

"You know we're gonna tell him you said that," Xavier was grinning, "right?"

"Whatever, I'm not a liar," and it's not like he doesn't know already, "but like said, women throw themselves at him, he just picks and chooses his favorites like a the sleazebag he is."

"Sleezebag? I think that's going a little far," Bayley said, "Why so defensive, Boss?"

"I'm not defensive, I'm right."

"Uh huh," Xavier was eyeing her, "you know I think the lady-"

"Don't you dare say 'protest too much'! I'm more of a 'hell hath no furry,' fan if you're gonna go Shakespeare anyway."

"Are you a woman scorn? What'd he do? Sext with another woman in front of you?"

"Alright, conversation over. I'm exhausted."

"Aw Sash, don't be mad, we were teasing."

"I know, it's fine. I've just got a long drive back to Boston tomorrow and really should be in bed."

"Goodnight,"

"See you in London, jerks."

XXX

She just had gotten out of the shower and was carefully braiding her mass of hair when her phone buzzed. Glancing over, she sighed, seeing it was from her bff Seth Rollins.

SR: Sorry about the pic. You got bleach for your eyes?

SB: Very funny. I've seen boobs before believe it or not. Finished early? :P

SR: Cute, Banks. Never got started. She flaked.

SB: That's rough, buddy.

SR: Gee thanks. Anyway, I've got that Wizard World appearance tomorrow in Boston. Are you on the red eye?

SB: Yeah the 9:21

SR: Text me when you get to the airport so I can bug you the whole time?

SR:Oh great, dream come true. Lol yeah I'll text you

SB: Awesome. G'night Banks

So it'd looked like she'd be spending six and a half hours with Rollins side by side. It was nice to have someone to travel with, so she didn't blow him off the next day when he was checking in online and texted her to ask where she was sitting. But she also was not in the mood to spend the entire flight bickering, so she made him call a truce before giving him her seat number.

At the gate, she spotted him lounged over a seat. He was in a pair of loose sweatpants and his new merch sweatshirt. Thick-rimmed glasses sat on his nose and a pair of big headphones on his ears. She rolled her carry on over to him, and he smiled as he saw her and motioned for the seat next to him.

"Banks," he nodded, and as she sat down, she caught his eyes grazing over the bottom of her tight leggings.

"Rollins. How was Wizard World?"

He yawned, "it was good. Yeah, a lot of good fans. I'm exhausted, I'm looking forward to that plane nap."

"Good, I'm looking forward to not hearing your voice."

"I'm sorry, I thought we were on a truce."

She laughed, "it starts on the plane."

"Well in that case…" he smirked.

"Uh oh."

"I hear-"

"Oh god."

"I hear you think I look pretty good in skinny jeans."

Despite herself, she felt her face flushing.

"You're totally missing my point, which was that you've got no game."

"No game?" his brow furrowed.

"You heard me."

"You think you've got more game than me, Banks?"

"I know I do. She flaked on you after all."

"Alright. It's the European tour, a good time to blow off some steam. And to prove that I've got more game than you."

"What are you suggesting?"

"A little bet?"

"No way, I am not gonna sleep with random European guys just to prove a point to you."

"How about numbers? Then if you want to go and sleep with a random European guy, you've done the legwork to prove a point to me."

She looked him up and down, "alright, you're on. Most numbers by the last night of the tour?"

"Scouts honor."

"And what do I get out of the deal?"

"What are bragging rights and some tail not enough for you?"

"Hmpf."

"I'll owe you one, how about that?"

"Deal."

The loudspeaker called for their row and the two of them settled into a row of business class, her sliding into the window seat. She curled up in a blanket and leaned her head against her neck pillow.

"You know," he whispered, leaning over to her ear, "if you fall asleep on my shoulder, I won't tell anyone."

"Not an issue," she said with a laugh.

"Hey, I'm all in on this truce."

"Thanks, but I'm good."

He nodded, still looking at her through the corner of his eye. Honestly, she didn't want the smell of his cologne filling her nose for the entirety of the plane ride. Truce or no, she did not need to be that cozy with him. He opened a paperback John Grisham and sipped on a smoothie from the food court. She had to admit, when he wasn't speaking, he was pretty okay. She closed her eyes, sliding her eye mask back over them, and let herself drift off to sleep.