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Rhea Ripley liked to believe she was a level headed woman. She wasn’t someone who was easily swayed. She was headstrong and kept her head held high. She held a lot of pride in herself for those reasons.
All her past relationships were in the public eye, especially her and Dom. They had their moments where people gave them the side eye. They were two consenting adults and they made their jokes and comments, but that was all.
Even with that, she didn’t drool over Dom. She didn’t drool over anyone. They drooled over her. Her little freaks seemed to love the shit she did. She could just be looking at the camera and she’d have over 500 posts just about it with a gif or some sort of commentary. She always found it amusing.
She didn’t expect that all to come crumbling down because of Jey Uso.
He was an attractive man. She never denied that. She couldn’t if she tried. He was often shirtless, showing off his gorgeous tattoos and had a great sense of humor with a cute smile and the cruelest mullet she’s ever seen.
Yeah, Rhea was always attracted to him even when she was with Dom, but it seemed to grow tenfold since Jey and her got close. It was mind boggling how a few months ago, she could have easily ignored Jey’s presence and now, the moment he walked into a room, her eyes followed him.
She could be sitting down, talking to Priest or Kayden or fucking Triple H and as soon as Jey walked in, her eyes found his. Once, he was chatting with a few of the ladies when Jey came into the room. He smiled at her, walked over and kissed the top of her head before continuing on his way.
Their relationship was moving slowly, which she didn’t mind. She was still reeling from what happened back in August at SummerSlam and a full blown relationship isn’t what she needed. It was sweet of Jey to understand.
But going slow was starting to drive her crazy.
At first, it was just innocent ogling. Their relationship was just starting, but as it continued on and hands got a bit more curious, Rhea was having a much harder time focusing. And with Jey’s whole ‘take it slow’ thing, hands didn’t get to travel under the clothing.
A part of her thought it was sweet that he was so adamant about the no sex thing. But the more they got hot and heavy during make-out sessions, the harder it was getting for her to control herself.
She noticed it was bad the night Jey won his title. She was always impressed by his skill in the ring, but this was different. She watched him and she knew the moment he tore off his shirt, aggression coming in as he fought Bron Breakker, Rhea was sure she was actually drooling. Or at least, Damian said she was.
“Christ, Rips,” Damian chuckled, “Need a cold shower, huh?”
Rhea snapped out of her trance, her face flushing. She punched Damian’s arm and told him quite clearly to go fuck himself as she excused herself.
Had she acted this way with Dom? She didn’t think so. He wanted her and she found him hot, sure, but Jey was something else entirely.
*
It wasn’t getting any better.
She was sitting with Damian, Kayden and Katana while watching SMACKDOWN. They had finished their training for the day and were watching SMACKDOWN in Kayden’s home.
Rhea already knew what to expect. She knew Jey was going to be there because he told her so. She watched, curious what would happen.
The first hooded figure caused Kayden to scream, “Is that Jey?!”
She hadn’t told anyone Jey was going to show up. It was almost guaranteed after Solo and his new Bloodline caused him to lose his titles. A title for a title, Jey had said and Rhea smiled and wished him luck
“No. It’s Jimmy.”
Eyes turned to her and she shrugged, “Jey doesn’t walk like that.”
“You know how Jey walks?” Katana asked, smiling.
Kayden giggled, “I bet that’s not all she knows.”
Rhea pushed the female away, leaning into Damian’s side as they watched the match. When the next hooded figure came out, all eyes on the room turned to Rhea who just smiled. She knew it was Jey.
It would have been fine if not for what he did.
It was an innocent gesture. He unzipped his shirt, revealing his chest and tattoos and no God damn shirt. Then he pulled off the mask and something about the way his hands spread across his face had Rhea flushing.
Seriously? Was she that fucking pent up that just seeing some skin would get her all hot and bothered?
She was going to need to spend some time with her favorite toys that night.
*
“Still nothing?”
She looked at Damian and glared at his smirking face. She might have told Damian about the fact Jey and her hadn’t had sex yet and he was basically, unknowingly, torturing her. She felt like a pubescent teenage boy.
“I’m losing my mind,” she muttered under her breath, “I have never been this… this…”
“Horny and desperate to be down?”
Rhea gave him a disgusted look, “Fucking Christ, Priest.”
The two were training in the WWE gym. Jey and Jimmy were both there too, but they were doing their own thing. Jey had brought Jimmy over and despite their past, Jimmy was all smiles while meeting Rhea and Damian under these new peaceful times. Jimmy was just happy there were people on his brother’s side when he couldn’t be.
On occasion, she would glance over, but every time she got caught by Damian, a little part of her died from embarrassment.
Her eyes found Jey again. He was by himself now, hanging off the bar on one of the machines and all he was doing was hanging crunches.
He was just exercising. There wasn't anything the least bit sexual. He was simply wearing a tight tank top and shorts. Just because his stomach showed a bit and the muscles in his arms looked extra delicious didn’t mean anything.
“You have got to say something to him.”
Damian’s voice caused her to jump. She turned and looked at him with wide eyes. Damian was sitting on the bench, the weight he was lifting on its hooks. He had been doing bench presses and Rhea was supposed to be his spotter, but she had gotten a little distracted.
She groaned, moving to sit next to him, covering her face. This was going on too long and every day, she got closer and closer to just tearing off his clothes. She thought about it a few days ago when he had hung out with her and went on a coffee date and then watched horror movies at her place.
And yet, she still didn't get his clothes off. He didn’t push her away or tell her no or anything like that. He simply pulled away and said he had to go to the bathroom. When he came back, the mood was gone and Rhea had pretty much worn out her toys.
“I’m going crazy,” Rhea admitted, “I don’t know what to do.”
“Have you thought about just telling him?” Damian offered with a sincere smile.
Rhea just blinked at him, “… No?”
The smile was gone and replaced with a deadpan expression. Rhea pouted, “What? What am I supposed to say? ‘Oh, Jey, by the way. I’m horny as fuck and would really like it if you fucked me. Please and thank you’?”
Damian was silent, but his eyes weren’t on Rhea. It was on what was behind her. Rhea just blinked several times and when Damian looked at her, she could tell he was trying not to laugh.
“Well,”she heard Jey’s voice.
She was going to die. She was literally going to combust into flames. Jey fucking heard her say that?
She slowly turned her head to see Jey standing there, a smirk on his face and his arms crossed, “That’s one way to ask.”
“I’ll just.. yeah. Good seeing you, Jey. And Rhea,” Damian had stood up and looked at her. She was looking at him with wide eyes as if begging him to find a way to turn back time before she completely embarrassed herself. He had to cover his mouth to stop from laughing. He just shook his head, “Wepa.”
She watched pitifully as Damian left. Jey moved to sit next to her. She was really hoping a hole would appear and swallow her whole. She focused on her breathing, trying to calm down her rapidly beating heart or she would die of a heart attack.
Jey used the towel around his shoulders to wipe the sweat from his face and Rhea saw it. She saw a tiny bead of sweat rolled down his throat and all she could think about was licking it off.
Fuck.
She caught herself in the middle of a rather inappropriate image to focus on Jey. He was eyeing her curiously, the smirk still on his lips, “So… you want me to… what did you say? Ah, yes, you want me to fuck you.”
Rhea’s face was in her hands again, “Oh my god. Please stop.”
Jey chuckled, his hand moving to pull her hand away. His fingers intertwined with her’s and his other hand went under her chin to force her to look at him, “Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I’m not making fun of you. … okay, maybe a little, but Christ, Rhea. All you had to do was ask.”
“But you said we were taking it slow,” Rhea pointed out, “And every time we made out and it got a little heavy, you stop it.”
“Because you said you wanted to go slow and not rush into things,” Jey offered in response. He sighed, “You just got out of a really public relationship and we’re publically humiliated in front of millions of people. I didn’t exactly think it would be appropriate for me to get in your pants.”
Rhea pouted, “But it’s been almost two months.”
Jey nodded, “Trust me. I know. I didn’t stop it because I wanted to. If I didn’t stop you, I am not sure I’d be able to stop myself. You think I haven’t been wanting to get you in my bed? You fucking but the ropes last week and I thought I’d have to cancel my match with Bron.”
Hearing that, Rhea felt a little bit better. So he was affected by her just as much as she was affected by him. That was a relief. It seemed they both had been holding back for the other. Jey really was the sweetest.
“So…,” Rhea brushed some hair behind her ear, “My place or yours?”
Jey chuckled, “You could at least buy me Waffle House first, uce. I like to be wined and dined before I just take off my clothes. What do you take me for?”
Rhea groaned, burying her face in Jey’s shoulder as the man laughed at his own jokes. She was smiling though, a soft laugh leaving her. She felt Jey kiss her head and she looked up at him. He wasn’t laughing anymore, but just smiling.
“Just tell me when you want something, Rhea,” Jey told her, kissing her forehead next, then her nose and finally her lips. She looked up at him, smiling back, “All you have to do is ask.”
She’d keep that in mind for next time.