A/N: Yes, a new story. This one's for Caty. Love you, girl!

General Warning: Story will contain (lots and lots of) raunchy sex, femslash, m/m situations, light bondage, and possibly more.

Chapter One

The fingernails clutching at the pillow were painted a vivid red. Alexandra Jones noticed both thumbnails were chipped, even as grunts of pleasure filled her ears. She closed her eyes, gasping as she was filled one final time, and hissed when the hands on her hips let go.

"Fuck," Hunter groaned, flopping down next to her.

She stayed where she was, turning her head to watch his chest rise and fall. On her hands and knees, body slick from delight and sweat, she lamented the closeness of his body. Her flesh began to cool, and she shivered at the sensation of his cum dribbling from her ass. She longed to move. To stretch. To get a cold drink and take a hot shower. But she remained still. Hunter rewarded patience and good behavior.

Her body ached. It was the best kind of ache, brought on by hours of teasing and powerful sex. She tightened her grip on the pillow while she recalled his all-day teases. His hands brushing against her breasts. His squeezing by in the hallway and giving just the smallest thrust of his hips against her ass. His calling her to his office to go over an upcoming storyline… Alexandra bit her lip, her mind replaying the memory of his hand under her skirt, his strong finger toying with her clit while he casually discussed plans with Vince on the phone.

She wanted him again already.

Hunter's hand gently cupped her cheek, and she was delighted to see his smile. All it took was a brief nod of his head and she sat back, stretching her arms above her head. His hand trailed down the length of her torso, fingers tenderly brushing the marks his mouth and teeth had made in her flesh. "You're such a good girl, Alexa."

She smiled. Following the guidance of his hand, she leaned over to offer him a quick kiss. "Mm, thank you. I learned from the best."

"Glad to hear you agree that Stephanie is the best," he chuckled. "I'll be sure and tell her."

"No need." Alexandra smoothed her fingers over his bearded cheek. "I tell her as often as I can."

"Ass kisser." Hunter caught her wrist and softly kissed her palm.

She was touched by the gentlemanly gesture. They always caught her by surprise. And they always made her chuckle, because the gestures always came after an intense fuck. After stealing another kiss she moved away. She slipped off the bed, bare feet silent on the carpeted floor, and stretched luxuriously before moving into the bathroom. Once hot water was pouring into the bathtub she returned to the bedroom of her small suite.

Hunter was sitting on the edge of the bed, buttoning his shirt. If he noticed her small pout he didn't let on. Silently, she crossed to the dresser and dropped two cubes of ice into both of the waiting glasses. Watching him in the mirror, she poured a measure of whiskey into each glass, then carried them to the bed.

"See you tomorrow," he told her after downing his drink in one gulp. The ice rattled as he set the glass on the nightstand. Right on top of the complimentary bible, she noticed with a smirk.

She took a dainty sip of the liquor, then swirled the contents, eyes on him as he got to his feet. "Give Steph a kiss for me?"

"I always do." He put on his watch and reached for his wallet, key, and phone. "Go take your bath, Alexa."

"I will. Good night." Alexandra leaned up for his kiss. Once he had left the bedroom, she finished her drink and picked up her phone. She heard the outer door close as she began composing a text message to the makeup artist that regularly did her nails. After receiving confirmation that she could have a manicure first thing in the morning, she sent a goodnight text to Stephanie, making sure to include a photo of her rumpled bed. Stephanie would enjoy that.

She sank into the hot, soapy water a few moments later, a sigh of delight passing her lips. Her body still ached in the delicious way that only great sex could bring about. Leaning her head back, she sighed again, longing for another round with Hunter. She hoped he would be able to fuck her tomorrow. Of course she already had plans with Stephanie…

Not that having just Stephanie would be a bad thing. The woman was fantastic between the sheets. Or in the shower. Or against a door. On a desk. In the backseat of a car. On a hotel balcony.

Alexandra released a soft moan, recalling all the occasions her body had been entwined with Stephanie's. She thought of that first, frantic time the older woman had touched her intimately. If she closed her eyes she could still hear the waves crashing on the beach, could still hear the muffled music and conversation in the hotel suite. She could still feel the sultry heat, the balcony's railing under her hand, and the dizzying kiss offered by Stephanie. She could still feel the hand slipping beneath her dress, the urgent fingers. The mind-blowing orgasm had taken her by surprise. And she had been instantly hooked.

She sank deeper into the tub. Hooked was such a paltry word to describe her addiction to Stephanie. Yes, it was an addiction. She was a drug, plain and simple. Alexandra craved her all the time.

There were perks to sleeping with – or rather, not sleeping with – the boss. Jewelry, clothes, shoes, the occasional cash gift. And, yes, she was getting a lot of screen time on Raw and SmackDown. But they were just incentives. The true fun came from actually being with her. Sex aside, she enjoyed Stephanie. She enjoyed pleasing her, in and out of the bedroom. She had enjoyed it for five months.

She enjoyed Hunter as well. It had only been relatively recently that she had started enjoying him. Stephanie had brought it up one morning while they shared coffee.

"I've seen Hunter looking at you. What do you say, Lexi?"

She had said yes. She'd had an amazing night, and that night had been repeated countless times in the ensuing months.

Now she was loving every moment of her life.

When he entered their room, Hunter instinctively looked for her. He always did. It didn't matter if the room was the size of an arena or a broom closet. She had always been the first person he looked for. She wasn't in the living room of their suite, but he could hear her voice in the bedroom. Taking note of the jacket lying over the back of the couch, he closed the door.

He wasn't surprised to see Seth Rollins when he reached the bedroom. The younger man was dressed, barely, and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Hunter's eyes moved to Stephanie. She was ensconced in a robe and was working a hairbrush through her long dark hair.

She smiled when she saw him. "I expected you back earlier."

"There was a delay." He would expand on that later when they were alone. He looked to Seth and gave the man a nod in greeting. Why did he look so downtrodden? Maybe that wasn't the correct term. Seth was always serious. But he seemed… Different.

"I'm heading out," Seth announced. He leaned to grab his shirt off the floor then stood, draping the shirt over one shoulder while he fastened his jeans. With a glance at Hunter, he cleared his throat and moved to stand behind Stephanie. They communicated silently, and Hunter saw his wife's lips curve into a smile before she tilted her head back for Seth's kiss.

He watched them, Stephanie's hum of pleasure reaching his ears. When they parted, he heard their murmured words. With a nod at Hunter, Seth left. He waited until he heard the outer door close before entering the room fully and began to undress.

"Hmm." Stephanie sighed and resumed brushing her hair.

"Hmm?" He emptied his pockets, then sat on the edge of the bed.

"Oh, nothing." She sighed again, focusing on a tangled lock.

Hunter waited. He knew this routine as well as he knew the secrets of Stephanie's body. Lying back and looking to the ceiling, he silently counted, knowing that once he reached seven she would come out with what was bothering her.

"I'm worried about Seth," she sighed.

He grunted. He had only made it to five. "Why are you worried about him?"

"He's…" Stephanie gestured aimlessly then gathered her hair and began to braid it. "He's distracted. I don't mean in the ring or anything, or even in bed. He's still great there. Not as great as you, of course."

Hunter smiled. Of course. "Distracted how?"

"I don't know. I think he's bored. Not with me, of course."

"Of course," Hunter echoed with a smirk.

"Maybe it's the schedule. Or the storyline. I'm not sure. I keep trying to get him to talk about it, but…" She lifted one shoulder in a shrug.

"But when the two of you are alone there's not much room for talking." He nodded and picked up the novel they had been reading together. "I understand."

"Does Lexi talk to you?" she asked suddenly.

"How do you mean?"

"Is there pillow talk?" Braid finished, she joined him in the bed and slid over to join him in the middle.

"Not exactly. I don't lie there whispering with her like you do." He embraced her, lips finding hers in a lazy kiss. He caught the faint scent of Seth on her skin. And when she pressed her face to his neck briefly and sighed, he knew she could smell Alexandra on him.

"Hunter, she brings me to orgasm with just one finger. I'd lie there whispering to her all night if I could." She took the book from him and began flipping through the pages.

"If I didn't know better, I think I'd be jealous."

"Oh, please. Anyway, we need to do something about Seth."

"Do you want me to have pillow talk with him?" Hunter sighed.

She released a sound that was half-groan, half-laugh. "I'll figure something out."

"You always do." He settled back against the pillows. "Where did we leave off?"

"She was about to get herself off, but her cute neighbor showed up asking to borrow a book."

Hunter nodded, giving her braid a tug before settling in for their nightly reading. "Hey," he murmured while she found their place.

"Yeah?" She looked up from the book.

"I love you."

Her kiss was impulsive and sweet. "I love you, too."

A/N: Yay or nay?