She let out a little satisfied sigh as she stretched her body next morning. His arms tightened around her and pulled her as close as he could, his lips finding her neck and teasing her with small kisses.

"Sleep well?" He asked.
"Better than ever," she answered. "You?"
"Me too," he said.

He moved up to give her a little kiss and look at her as she opened her eyes.

"You look so cute with sleepy eyes and tangled hair," he said.
"I look like a troll. Probably smell like one too," she stuck out her tongue.
"But you're my troll," he laid back down and nuzzled her neck.

She rolled over on her side and wrapped her arms around him as well, enjoying the quiet morning in his company.

"I don't have to be at the arena until 5," he said.
"My shift starts at 3," she said.
"You're working too much," he said.
"I know. It's fucking stressful sometimes," she said.
"Maybe I can take some of that stress away," he said.

He rolled her over on her back again and rolled up on top of her. His lips found her neck again, teasing her slowly while his hands caressed her.

"Just close your eyes and enjoy it," he said as he kissed down her chest. "Let me take real good care of you."

He was halfway down to her navel when her phone started ringing. She let out a sound of annoyance and reached for it.

"Leave it," he begged before his tongue dipped down in her navel.
"I can't," she moaned and pushed his head away. "It's my boss."

He sighed and laid his head on her stomach, just looking up at her and letting his fingers brush over her side lightly while she answered the phone.

"Hello?" He listened to her side of the conversation. "When? What, now? No no, it's fine. Yeah, I'll be there."

She hung up and he could see her eyes fill with penitence.

"He called you in?" He asked.
"Yeah," she answered.
"Right now?" He asked.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I have to go. I need this job and he's gonna fire me if I say no."
"It's not right," he lifted up his head in anger. "You're gonna burn out in no time and that won't do anybody no good."
"Please, don't make this harder than it is," she pleaded.
"I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at him," he said.
"Look, you can stay here for as long as you like. There's a spare key in the top drawer in the kitchen. Lock up when you leave and throw the key in the mailbox," she said.

She pushed herself out from under him.

"I need to shower," she grumped.
"I'm joining you," he jumped up from the bed.
"Roman, please, I need to get to work," she said.
"Only shower. I promise. Maybe a kiss or two but I won't keep you longer than needed," he said.

30 minutes later he found himself alone in her apartment. He walked around for a bit, taking in everything she owned. It wasn't much. It was a small apartment and she didn't have many things. It was her home and yet it didn't really seem very homey. It just seemed like a place to crash and with all the work her boss forced her to do, it probably wasn't anything but that. He felt the anger start to boil and he pulled out his phone to call his best friend.

"Dean, I need your help," he said.
"What's up?" Dean asked.
"I need you to rent a car and come here. I'll text you the address. I'll cancel our plane tickets and you can crash at my place tonight. I'll buy you a first class ticket for tomorrow instead if you help me out," Roman said.
"You know I always got your back," Dean said.

She was worn out after having been at work for 12 hours straight and her shift still wasn't over. She had been standing most day and her feet was killing her but it was a busy day and with two people calling in sick, the one she replaced for the first shift and Sally for the second shift, she had to work through it all. At least her boss stayed to take Sally's place.

"Your man's here," Ocean nodded his head towards the door.

She turned her head and watched as all the wrestlers made their way inside. She hadn't even realized it had gotten that late. They had already performed for the night and made it to the bar afterwards. She was tired and just wanted to sleep. Roman had a concerned look on his face when he walked up to the counter.

"You don't look too good," he said.
"Just tired," she said.
"Tired and stressed," he corrected.
"Doesn't matter," she shrugged. "What can I get you?"
"Hey," he said softly and reached over the counter to grab her hand. "It matters, baby girl. Your health matters."
"December! Keep your personal life out of the bar!" Someone growled.

Roman turned his head to see a grey-haired man with beady eyes just staring at them from afar.

"Your boss?" He asked.
"Yeah," she answered.

She pulled her hand away but he reached for it one more time, holding on to it more firmly this time.

"Roman, please," she said.
"I don't care," he said.
"December!" Her boss shouted again.

She tried pulling her hand away but he refused to let go.

"Enough is enough," he said.

He had hardly spoken those words before her boss suddenly stood beside them, slamming his hand down on the counter.

"Do I need to remind you who's in charge here?" He sneered at her.

She looked beggingly at Roman but he still didn't let go off her.

"She quits," he said.
"What?" She gasped.
"Excuse me?" Her boss stared at him. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"I'm the one who's gonna take care of her from now on. You're a shitty boss and she doesn't need to break herself down with this work. She quits," Roman answered. "Right now!"

He knew he was way out of line and he just hoped she would understand he was only trying to look out for her. He looked at her and she was just staring at him with surprise. Her surprised look slowly changed as her lips twisted up into a smile.

"He's right. I quit," she looked at her boss. "Right fucking now!"
"You can't quit. This place is packed," her boss complained.
"Not my fucking problem," she said.

She walked confidently around the counter and straight into Roman's waiting arms. He held her tight as he bowed down and kissed her.

"Get the fuck out of my bar!" Her former boss shouted.
"Gladly," Roman chuckled. "This place sucks anyway."

He took her hand and walked towards the door. Behind him all the other wrestlers stood up and followed without a word.

"Where is everyone going?" Her former boss asked surprised.
"Friends stick together," Ocean answered.

She looked over at Ocean and he winked secretly at her and gave her a little smile.

"We need another bar," Baron complained once everyone was outside.
"Around that corner is a place called The Golden Sailor. It's an alright place," she informed him.
"Thanks," Baron said.

The wrestlers started walking away and she thought they would be going too but Roman held her back and Dean stayed back as well.

"We got other plans," Roman smirked.
"What?" She asked.
"You need to sleep," he chuckled.
"I won't oppose to that," she said. "And Dean?"
"He's driving," Roman answered.
"Driving where?" She asked.

Roman and Dean shared a look and a smile. Without answering her question they started walking and she just followed blindly. She had always felt completely safe with him and she doubted tonight would be any different. They didn't go far before they reached a car that Dean unlocked. She climbed in on the back seat along with Roman.

"Your stuff is in the trunk," he said.
"My stuff?" She asked. "What stuff?"
"All of it," he answered.
"All of what?" She still didn't follow.
"All of your stuff. Clothes, shoes, makeup, hair brush, toothbrush, perfumes, jewelry. I even found a squirrel teddybear I packed," he said.
"What the hell is going on?" She asked.
"We're going to Florida," he answered.
"You're kidnapping me?" She asked.

He chuckled as he pulled her up against his chest.

"I suppose so," he answered. "Just give me a chance. Stay with me. If it doesn't work out, I promise to drive you back home. But if it does work out, and I know it will, in a couple of months you can call your landlord and tell him you're moving out of the apartment. I'll drive you back and move all your furniture wherever you want them to be."
"You're crazy," she said.
"Crazy about you," he kissed her forehead. "Now sleep, sweet December. I'll wake you when we get there."

He didn't wake her though. She was so far away in dreamland that he didn't have the heart to wake her. Instead he managed to carry her inside, get her out of her clothes and tuck her in. She slept through it all and he knew she needed it after her long day. He left her in bed to go back out and help Dean carry her stuff inside.

"You sure about this?" Dean asked.
"I've never been more sure about anything," Roman answered.
"I've never seen you act like this before. She's got you acting all crazy," Dean said.
"Like you?" Roman asked teasingly.
"Yeah. Crazy like me," Dean laughed and winked. "And that is why I like her."
"You better. You're my best friend so I need you to get along with my girlfriend," Roman chuckled. "Damn, girlfriend. I haven't used that word in a long time."
"Way too fucking long. You've always been too picky," Dean said.
"Ah-ah, not picky. Just waiting for the right one. And speaking of..." Roman smirked. "Goodnight."

He walked back into the bedroom, watching the sleeping woman in his bed. He had never felt so lucky and so in love before. Everything just felt right. He stripped out of his clothes and crawled under the covers, pulling her close up against him.

"Roman?" She mumbled.
"Ssh, just sleep," she kissed her forehead.
"Are we home?" She asked.
"Yeah, we're home," he answered. "I'll show you around tomorrow."
"No sex?" She asked.

He let out a laugh at the unexpected question and she moved closer to him, snuggling up against his chest.

"Not tonight, baby girl," he said.
"Tomorrow?" She asked.
"Yeah, tomorrow," he answered.
"You'll fuck me good?" She asked.
"Sweet December, I'll fuck you real good tomorrow. Just like I always do," he answered. "Now will you go to sleep, please?"
"Mmm, I love you," she mumbled as she dozed off.

He made a sudden movement and pushed her head up, trying to wake her up.

"Hey, wake up," he said.
"You just told me to sleep," she mumbled.
"Open your eyes," he said.

She opened them and looked at him sleepily.

"I love you too," he said.
"I know you do," she smiled and snuggled back down. "Although I'm good in bed, I doubt I'm that good that you would move me here just to fuck me."
"You're crazy," he laughed.
"Guess that makes us a perfect fit," she yawned. "Tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow," he agreed. "And the rest of our lives."