Sorry it took so long, but here it is the final part and epilogue for Playing With Fire. Enjoy!

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He could hear the sounds of her giggling with Sasha and it made him smile. She'd been so happy lately, and he knew part of it was that she was carrying a title again for the first time in well over a year, but he'd like to think he'd had at least a little bit to do with it too.

He still had to take a step back every now and then to remind himself that this was real. After all he'd been in love with his girl for over four years and had been certain that there was no hope of ever having the feeling returned. He hadn't even wanted her to know. He'd been so careful to hide it, afraid that if she found out that it would hurt her, but fate had intervened, and thank god for that.

Now knowing what it was like to hold her, kiss her, and make her scream with his name on her lips, he didn't want to even think about how close he came to missing out on this. If it hadn't been for the fact that he talked in his sleep, that apparently the influence of painkillers made him spill his guts without a second thought, if it hadn't been for the fact that his girl was so brave and strong and willing to face her fears.

He couldn't even bear to think about it how easily things could have gone the other way. Not when he knew that she would be riding home with him tonight, when despite the fact that she had her own apartment, he thought of his home as theirs (something that had never happened with his previous girlfriend, and they'd dated for over two years where as he and Bayley had only been together a few months), and certainly not when he knew her dogsitter on a first name basis. He'd been the one to pick up Flex more often than not lately, knowing it would get his girl home to him that much faster.

He wouldn't trade this for anything, even if they made him give up his title tomorrow and he never held another title ever again. Some things in life were more important and waking up to her sweet face snuggled into his chest was worth more than all of the titles in the world.

Still it was amazing to think how different things were from just a few months ago. They hadn't won the mixed match challenge, something he still regretted a little because they'd gotten so incredibly close, and he could still picture just how amazing that would have been. If he hadn't gotten sick he was sure they would have pulled it off, but then he would remember how upset she was that he'd been sent home to recuperate and she couldn't go with him. She hadn't cared one bit about the loss, just about him getting better, and if his girl could let it go so easily then who was he to complain.

The loss hadn't hurt them in the long run either, in fact both of their careers had been on the upswing in recent months. He'd finally gotten a match against Brock Lesnar, and yeah he hadn't won, but he'd proven that he could go toe to toe with the beast, reminded the world that he was a force to be reckoned with, and then at Elimination chamber, on the same night he and his girl had finally captured titles again. Funny how even when their careers weren't directly linked they always seemed to be on the same wavelength. And while he'd been busy dealing with the endlessly annoying duo she'd been making history again, becoming one half of the inaugural women's tag team champions.

He remembered watching on the backstage monitors as they'd fought to make their dreams come true. Seth had watched intently with him, both of them excited and worried for their friends. They knew Sasha's shoulder wasn't a hundred percent yet, and of course he'd been twice as worried, and not just because they were his friends. He knew Bayley in and out, knew how protective she was of Sasha. He was afraid she would do something stupid to save her, but he shouldn't have been. He'd almost forgotten that Sasha could be just as protective of Bayley, and their strength was in that loyalty to each other.

When the match was over he'd looked up to see Seth smirking at him, and he'd asked him,

"What?" Seth's smug look making it come out defensive.

"Nothing man, it's just good to see you so unraveled for once. You never seemed to be bothered by anything and now you're all on pins and needles because of Bayley of all people." For a moment he'd been offended. He hated when people assumed that he shouldn't be with Bayley, like he was somehow too good for her, it both confused him and pissed him off, but Seth seemed to understand his train of thought because he'd held up both hands and said,

"Hey don't get all huffy, Bayley's one of my best friends. She's a total sweetheart and cool as hell, I'm not insulting her, or you for that matter. I just didn't expect it, you guys have always been so buddy-buddy, I just thought you had that brother-sister kind of relatioship."

He'd kind of snorted at that, no way had he ever felt brotherly towards Bayley. Even when he'd been trying to fool himself into thinking he was over her, he'd still entertained the occasional very non-brotherly fantasy about his girl. Seth had kind of laughed self deprecatingly and said,

"I should have known though, now that I think about it. That night we played capture the flag, you couldn't keep your eyes off of her." The reminder made him smile. That had been the night he'd really reconnected with Bayley and had set this whole thing in motion, it was a good memory. He admitted to Seth,

"No I couldn't. You know she arranged all of that just to cheer me up, even though we'd been kind of distant for months."

"Yeah? Sounds like something she'd do."

"It does, doesn't it?" he said absently as he got lost in the memory for a moment before Seth had spoken again,

"Seriously though, I'm happy for you both. Just one thing," he paused catching his eye, "She is like a sister to me, so this is my obligatory warning, if you hurt her..." he trailed off not needing to finish, his point having been made.

"The warning isn't necessary. I waited four years for this chance, the last thing I'm going to do is hurt her." Seth had simply nodded and the subject was dropped.

...

He couldn't have been more proud of his girl when they won that night. She and Sasha had fought so hard to bring those titles into existence, and they deserved every second of glory they got from it. His smile widened as he got closer to where they were standing now. They had their heads together like children sharing secrets and the way she smiled at him when their eyes met made him curious to know just what kind of secrets they'd exchanged.

When he reached her he pulled her close briefly, nuzzling his face into her neck, his lips finding that soft spot just behind her ear that always made her shiver. When he pulled back to see her face her eyes had darkened, a tell that normally had him searching for someplace private so he could take it further, but Sasha clearing her throat loudly next to them reminded him that now wasn't the time unfortunately.

Sasha only looked mildly annoyed, which to be honest was fair. She'd been around them more then just about anyone else, and had even walked in on them half undressed a time or two, if anyone had the right to be annoyed, she did. In fact she'd been more than tolerant of what she'd called their 'honeymoon phase' and he'd been grateful. Sasha had been friends with Bayley's ex, and she could have made things difficult on him, but she hadn't. She'd supported them, even seemed happy for them. The least he could do was try to respect those friendship boundaries and try not to make her too uncomfortable when he could help it.

Even if doing so was damn difficult with his girl looking at him like that. He was glad that tonight they were at Fullsail. She and Sasha had done a special appearance to help further the narrative that they were willing to take on any challengers from any brand. He'd mostly been there to support his girl, but he'd also brought his brother and young neice to the tapings. His neice seemed to really enjoy it, but she'd tired out hours ago and he'd let his brother use his car to take her home, figuring he could ride with Bayley.

He knew the drive back to his place was relatively short and he wouldn't have to wait too long before he could finally be alone with his girl. Well, sort of alone, his family was staying with him, but with young children he knew that by the time he and Bayley returned to his home, his company should have already turned in for the night and he would be able to take his girlfriend straight to bed, which was needless to say, what he planned to do.

They must have been distracted in each other longer than he thought because he heard Sasha laugh, half-frustrated, half-amused, and then she said,

"Well I was going to ask if you guys wanted to grab a beer with me and Mikaze, but I can see the answer to that already, so I guess I'll go find him and leave you two to make moon eyes at each other."

Bayley's cheeks turned pink and he felt bad, but he still couldn't take his eyes off of her. When they didn't move or say anything Sasha said,

"Well? What are you waiting on, go enjoy your night!" They were both stunned for a half a second longer before it occured to them that she'd essentially dismissed them so they could go do what they been wanting to do all night. Once it sunk in they didn't hesitate, waving at her laughing behind them as they went to find Bayley's car.

When they reached her car, a purchase he'd help her make only a few weeks ago, she tossed the keys him at while she got her things settled in the back. By the time he pulled out on the road he was already keyed up, ready to touch her, ready to taste her, and it surprised him when she said,

"Are you sure you want me to stay tonight?" He looked at her like she'd grown a second head and said,

"I always want you to stay with me, why would tonight be any different?"

"Because you have company."

"Which is why the guest rooms are on the other side of the house," he replied, but his implication seemed to fluster her, her cheeks flushing pink, as she stumbled over her words,

"That's...um, that's not what I meant. It's just..this is still so new, and this is your family."

"Yeah, the same family that watched me pine after you for years, that teased me constantly once they realized I wasn't actually dating that girl I was always talking about. I don't think they're going to be too upset knowing I practically moved you in right after we started dating, if that's what you're worrying about. In fact I think they'd be more upset if it was the other way around. They adore you, love, and even more, they love how happy you've made me, don't worry about them."

"If you're sure..." she said, still somewhat hesitant even as he pulled into his driveway.

"I'm positive, now come on let's try to be quiet until we get to our room. I know I said they won't be upset, and I meant it, but I'd still rather not wake them. If I don't touch you soon I'm going to spontaneously combust, and late night chatter could be a serious detriment to my health." She rolled her eyes at him, but he was happy to note that the humor more than anything else seemed to have eased her nerves.

They were both very careful making their way through the house, opening and closing doors as silently as possible, using their phones to light the way, but as soon as they closed the bedroom door behind them all bets were off. He didn't give her a chance to think or analyze anything this time, pressing her hard against the back of the door and capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.

She moaned, her bags making a muffled thud on the floor as they fell from her arms, and then she was kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm. This area of their relationship had been just as easy as every other aspect of their friendship. It had come to them as natural as breathing, they simply fit, in every way.

It had been far too long since he could feel her skin against his, and it didn't take long before he was sliding his hands under her clothing, hearing her gasp as his open palm ran over her soft skin, pushing her shirt up until he could easily pull it over her head. He quickly found the clasp on her bra and it too found its way to the floor. She shivered against him, her eyes hooded, focused on him and what he would do next. She let out a soft moan which steadily increased in volume as he palmed her naturally heavy, full breasts, brushing his thumb across the nipple until it peaked to a hard point.

He could resist the temptation no longer, as his mouth closed around her, her moans turning to gasps and 'oh god's as she completely melted against him, sweet music to his ears. Nothing was better than knowing he could turn his girl into a puddle of goo, especially when it involved tasting her sweet, salty skin under his tongue. He loved every inch of her, could lick and suck every bit of her from head to toe when he had the time. For now though he was itching to get to the ooey gooey center of his dessert.

He picked her up carrying her to the bed and depositing her on the end of it. Her legs had naturally wrapped around him as he'd carried her, and he grasped the backs of her thick, muscular thighs, loving how they squeezed around him, but also being reminded that they still had a few barriers of clothing to take care of. She was still wearing those sinfully tight jeans with the strategically ripped spots that had been teasing him all night with little glimpses of her skin. His girl was a fucking treat-long legs, full ass, thick thighs-and those jeans did nothing to disguise it.

As soon her ass hit the bed he reached around and popped open the button and pulled down the zipper. The jeans might make a pretty wrapper but he wanted the present underneath. He grinned, enjoying the way she bit her lips and lifted her hips so he could peel them off, slowly because they clung to her like a second skin. As soon as he pulled them off his hands were back on her starting at her toes. Massaging the arches of her feet briefly he worked his way upwards, running his hands over her calves, carressing the soft skin behind her knees, grasping those lovely thighs again and pulling her forward so he could kiss the inside of them, working his way up until he reached his destination. Her soft gasps and moans a symphony to accompany him.

He finally placed a kiss right at her center, then gave her a long lick, finally tasting her tart sweetness, satisfying the craving that he'd been aching with all night. She arched off the bed pressing up into him and loudly gasped out his name. He smiled against her then continued to enjoy his dessert. He licked every inch of her until he finally found that little bundle of nerves. He sucked gently while she scratched and clawed at the sheets, the sounds she made becoming more and more desperate. He pressed one, then two fingers into her and curled them until he found that hidden spot inside of her, still sucking at her clit until she screamed, shaking violently against him.

He continued to hold on to her until the shaking gentled then he stepped back. He quickly pulled off his own clothing, still feeling a bit of smug satisfaction that he could make his girl come apart like that, but when he crawled up on the bed to lay next to her she glanced up at him through her lashes, and that sweet smile turned wicked. Before he'd had a chance to process, her mouth closed around his nipple, and it was his turn to gasp out loud. She didn't stop there, trailing hot, wet kisses across his abs, stomach, hip bones. He managed to gasp out,

"Bayley, love, what are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" she said as she gently scraped her teeth across his hip, making him arch off the bed. He barely managed to get out a reply,

"You're supposed to be too weak and boneless to do anything so soon, I'll have to work harder next time," he said half-laughing, half-moaning.

She grinned wickedly at him again and said,

"You're welcome to try," before he mouth enclosed around him and he couldn't think anymore.

She was a fucking goddess, all sweetness and light hiding a hellcat underneath. Her hand wrapped around the base of him while her mouth took him in deep, her tongue tracing along the veins and swirling around the head, until he was trembling, coiled tight trying to hold onto his control. She knew every little trick to drive him crazy and she was going to make him explode way too quickly if he didn't stop her soon.

He buried his hand in her hair twisting it around his fingers until he had a good grasp on it, then told her to stop. He knew from experience the command wouldn't be enough, and he slowly pulled back on her hair until she released him. She pouted at him and licked her lips, but he was not going to cum in her mouth and besides he also knew she enjoyed having her hair pulled. He tugged a little more bringing her face up to his and taking her lips in a kiss, swallowing the moan she released at the same time.

For a moment he just enjoyed her lips, but when her nails started digging into him he knew she wanted more and he released her mouth. He surprised her by flipping her around and sitting up, pulling her into his lap and sliding into her slowly from behind. He pulled her back up to his chest, his hand still tangled in her hair, her head back against his shoulder leaving her neck exposed to him. He began a rythym in and out, slowly kissing and then biting at her neck, keeping in time, punctuating his hard thrusts simultaneously with his teeth until she was panting and gasping in pleasure.

Her hands searched frantically for something grab onto. One dug into the arm he had clasped just under her breasts, holding her steady, the other reached up and around until her fingers grasped into his short hair, tugging hard. He didn't mind, especially when her pants turned to desperate moans and he knew she was close. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer himself, but he refused to give in until his girl was fulfilled first. He moved the arm he had wrapped around her down until his fingers slid in her slick folds and found her clit. He'd barely touched her before she screamed his name and he could finally let himself let go.

After they'd both relaxed he gently laid them back down on the bed pulling the sheet up and over them and pulling her in close. She turned towards him and kissed him lightly and said,

"I love you."

"I love you too, so damn much. Do me a favor though love."

"What?"

"Don't ever doubt whether I want you here again, please."

"I know you want me here, Finn. It wasn't that I doubted that, it's just because of your family. We haven't been together that long, I didn't want to make them uncomfortable."

"Look at me sweetheart," he said searching her face until her eyes met his, "I know it's too soon to talk about marriage and forever and all that, so don't freak out on me when I say this, but you're it for me. My heart knew it the moment I met you, and my family knew it just as well. They would wonder what was wrong if you weren't here."

He was tense for a moment, afraid that the admission would scare her despite his warning, but the way she smiled softly at him, and said 'Okay' put him at ease. She laid her head on his chest, and he threaded his fingers into her hair, holding her close as they both drifted to sleep.