Okay so I've been playing around with this for a while and I've finally decided to put it down on paper. It begins more so last year, when the guys were still together and it will go forward from there. Hope y'all enjoy!

Chapter 1

I'm on my third mile when my phone starts to ring. And I take ringing as an excuse to cut my workout short for the morning. After slowing the treadmill down I grab my cell. "Hello?"

"Morning Ellie, it's James from creative. How are you doing?"

"I'm good thanks." I grab my towel to wipe off some sweat. "What's up?"

"Well, we wanted to see if you could come in a little earlier for a meeting?" My heart drops into my stomach. This can't be good. I've only been up from development for a month or so and part of me thinks this might be the end of my time here. "Elle?"

"Uh, yeah sure. What time?"

"11 or so."

"I'm kind of freaking out here James, any idea what's this all about?"

He chuckles. "Don't worry, this is exciting. But it's a bit of a change from the original plan so we want you to come in and the guys of course."

"The guys?"

"I thought I mentioned," he says off-handedly. "Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins are coming in too."

This puzzles me of course, but I'm not intimidated. We've been friends since developmental. They were already there when I showed up, but they were good guys. And once I came up to the big show they've definitely helped out. "Interesting."

"This is a good thing Elle, trust me." He pauses for a second. "Do me a favor though, I can't seem to get a hold of the guys. Will you check and make sure they haven't got into too much mischief?"

I laugh, this sounds just like them. "Of course."

"You're a lifesaver. See you later!"

He hangs up and I head out of the gym. Luckily, I got an early start this morning, so I'm not too rushed as I walk through the hotel halls. I decide to just go to the guys' room first and then change. So I knock on the door in my leggings and tank top, no one answers. I roll my eyes, of course the guys would be AWOL the morning of Raw. Luckily, Dean always gives me a key for cases like this or you know if he's just being Dean.

I walk in and my greeting dies on my lips.

Every thought leaves my mind.

The two queen beds in the hotel room have been pushed together to form one massive surface, every inch of which is being utilized. My eyes continue to scan the scene as my brain attempts to process it all.

Two of my coworkers have a small woman on her knees smashed between the two of them. Roman is standing at the foot of the bed and my eyes devour his form. Unsurprisingly, he's ripped and a thin sheet of sweat emphasizes each hard plane and muscle of his body. Eventually I focus on his hands which are tangled in the girl's bleach blonde hair. His dark hair hides his face, but the satisfied grunts I hear suggest that he's enjoying himself.

I shift, uncomfortable, but unable to move as my eyes run over the rest of the scene.

Quickly bypassing the girl I focus on the hands making indentations on her hips. His hands are bruised and rough, but I can't help imagining what they would feel like on me. Dean is behind the girl and from my vantage point it's obvious what he's doing. With each thrust of his hips the girl jerks forward. His lower body is also gloriously bare and my mouth waters at the powerful chest hovering over the girl. His shaggy blonde hair is damp and haphazardly covering one eye. When he moans I can't help but blush. And as the corner of his mouth tilts up in a smile I feel my stomach tighten.

I know I should leave, but I'm frozen and only partially due to surprise.

Dean shakily pushes his hair back and our eyes meet. The hard, fast rhythm breaks as I try to sputter an apology. Coming up with nothing I just turn and leave the room in a rush.

I don't stop until I get back to my room where I lean against my door in an attempt to catch my breath. Once I get my breathing under control I lie on my bed, trying to work my brain around what I just saw. And for that matter how it made me feel. Slowly I move my hips, feeling the dampness between my legs. Apparently I wasn't too traumatized.

After a quick, cold shower I send a text to the guys. Meeting at the arena with Creative at 11. No frills, just business.

When I'm just about ready to go I hear a knock on my door. My heart jumps, what if it's the guys? I approach the door slowly and breathe a sigh of relief when it's just Seth on the other side. At least I still haven't seen one member of the Shield in the nude. "Hey, what's up?"

"Just wanted to see if you wanted a ride to the arena?" He leans against the door jam and I can't help but smile. "I got your text, by the way."

"That would be great. Don't you usually ride with Dean and Roman though?"

He shrugs. "They're riding with Paige I think. Surprise, surprise, there running late." I feel a blush rush to my cheeks as I remember what they're doing to make themselves late. "Hey, you okay?"

I shake my head. "Of course, just a little slow this morning."

"Alright, let's go then."

I can't seem to make conversation during the short ride to the arena. I'm dreading seeing Dean and Roman. If there's a god the ground will just swallow me whole when I finally see the two of them. I head to the locker room when we get there to drop off my stuff before the meeting. All I can think about is this morning though. Their bodies, the girl, Dean's face while he was…

Focus.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Paige waves her hand in front of my face.

I cough, trying to reinsert myself in the present conversation. "Sorry, you were saying?"

"I was asking about this mysterious meeting you have in a bit. Any idea what it's about?"

See, Paige and I are good friends, the kind of friends that can only be made in development. We competed against each other and pushed one another to get better and now we are closer than ever. "No idea. Probably won't be good though."

"But you said the Shield is going to be there too?" I nod. Our friendship is recent, but Paige has been best of friends with Seth for years. They're insanely close, kind of in a weird way honestly. "Well then it can't be that bad. They're good guys."

Wordlessly I nod, wondering if Paige knows about Dean and Roman's preferences in the bedroom. Or maybe I'm overacting; it might have been just a one day thing. Not that I have any business thinking about it. "Jesus, you must be really nervous."

I try to laugh and shrug it off. "Yeah, I suppose." I look at my phone. "I'm going to head over, maybe grab an apple from catering."

"Good luck, babe."

I don't answer and I start the walk to catering. Honestly, the last thing on my mind is this meeting. I'm more nervous about coming face to face with the men I peeped on this morning.

In catering for a moment I think I've dodged a bullet; no one is here. And then as I grab an apple I hear footsteps. Naturally I turn. Immediately I regret my decision. Standing there is the Shield, well pretty much. The three of them are just in plain clothes, and they look handsome as ever. But now, I know that Dean and Roman look even better without clothes. I know they've seen me and yet I stay trying to blend in with this table.

It doesn't work. "Elle! Walk with us to the meeting." Seth screams my name and I'm forced to turn and acknowledge the squad.

Avoiding all contact with Dean and Roman I answer. "You know, I'm just going to grab something to eat. Y'all go on, I'll meet you there."

"That doesn't make any sense," Seth replies as he walks over to me. "We'll wait for you."

His sentence hangs and I finally muster up the courage to look at his partners. Dean smirks at me while Roman at least has the good sense to find the floor immensely interesting. "Uh, okay then."

"Perfect."

We all stand silently as I take a bite out of my apple. I chew slowly as I also find something on the floor to stare at. Finally I can't take the tension anymore. I throw my half eaten apple out and focus on Seth. "Let's go."

The four of us walk into the makeshift office, only to find that this meeting isn't strictly creative. In fact, it's James and Steph and Triple-H. Well shit, maybe I should of packed my bag this morning. "Please take a seat."

I search the open seats. There's one lone chair open and then a couch. Before I can make it to the seat Seth steals it and Roman and Dean have taken up opposite ends of the couch. So I remain standing. "Elle, I think there's room on the couch."

"I'm fine, standing really." My eyes remain focused on Steph.

"There's plenty of room," I hear Dean patting the empty space. "We don't bite, promise."

His words have an edge to them and I know he is enjoying my discomfort. Fine. I walk over and sit in between the two large men that I saw fucking the same girl this morning. It's awkward and tense and I can't help but wonder if every thought I have is written on my face.

Unfortunately, the couch isn't quite big enough for all of us to sit comfortably and my thighs are plastered against Dean and Romans. Even that small touch is sending reminders through my mind. I keep my body tense as I try to maintain as little contact as possible. And then I feel a warm breath on my ear. "Relax, Elle." Like that helps. "We can talk about this morning later."

Yeah, because that's what I want to do. Dean throws and arm on the back of the couch casually and I'm sure it looks unassuming, but I've never been more aware of a movement. I sigh and keep my back rigid. "You're going to give yourself an aneurysm."

Finally, I whisper back. "You're distracting me."

Dean joins our argument now. "I'm glad you've found the ability to form full sentences again."

I roll my eyes as Steph coughs attracting our attention. "You three ready?"

"Sorry, of course." I apologize and I catch Seth covering a laugh. I resist the urge to stick out my tongue.

I hear Dean and Roman while I'm in the shower. Those bastards can't even wait fifteen minutes for me to get started, selfish pricks. It's all good I suppose, I didn't really like the girl they brought back anyway. She's a poor substitution for the ultimate prize. I groan, now I'm thinking about her and more importantly her being here with us. And no time to live out of this fantasy. From the other room I hear a loud exclamation and then some arguing. Confused I head out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist.

When I exit the bathroom the main room is chaos. Dean and Roman are arguing while the girl, Sarah maybe, is lying on the bed bored. "What's going on?"

They both start talking at once. "Guys."

Roman angrily stalks over to his clothes as Dean speaks. "Someone walked in on us."

Well shit, this could be problematic. We like to keep this part of our relationship private and for good reason. Dean doesn't elaborate and I hope to God it wasn't housekeeping or a coworker. I mean either of those options would suck. My eyes stray to the girl on the bed and I nod to Roman. Usually he's the best at this sort of thing. Roman sighs and approaches the girl.

Dean and I walk over to the other side of the room as Roman tries to get the girl moving. I look at Dean. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Aren't you going to ask me who came in?" I roll my eyes as Dean shuffles into a pair of athletic shorts.

"Who?"

"Elle."

"You're kidding me." This is unfortunate. "Did she say anything?"

"She ran. The poor girl look traumatized."

Roman returns and sits on the bed. "What are we going to do?"

I sit on the desk and think. All of us decided a while ago that if the three of us were going to share a girl on a regular basis it would have to be Elle. Really it stemmed from the fact that all of us were half in love the girl. We were hoping to slowly woo her and get her acquainted with the idea. This warrants a change in plans. "Maybe she didn't see anything."

Dean chuckles mirthlessly. "Trust me, she knows exactly what she saw."

"I think we're not giving her enough credit." As Roman speaks our phones buzz. "Well, at least we have an excuse to see her now."

"I'll drive her to the arena, see how she's feeling about everything and we'll play it by year."

Roman looks at me. "I still want her."

Dean pats him on the shoulder. "We all do man. And we'll get her."