Chapter 1 - 3A
Chapter 1 - The Beginning
„I can’t do this.“, she said, wrenching her hands.
„Shhh, of course you can.“
„I really can’t.“
Marciana smiled at her nervous friend and pushed her towards the black door they were standing in front of. „Can I remind you“, Anna rambled „that I’ve got a job interview for a job I have no experience in? None? Nada? I mean I have a major in psychology but I never did THIS.“
„Shut it! I’m an interior architect and I got the job as a writer.“
„Yeah, cause that’s what you DO, March. You write. You always wrote. It’s your talent. I have many talents, but doing hair is not one of them.“
„Like blowjobs?“ Marciana giggled.
„Yeah, like blowjobs. And I’m…“
„You can do it.“, the Filipino said while opening the door and pushing Anna inside the other room.
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„I can’t believe I did it.“ Anna said, shaking her head.
„Told ya.“ Marciana smirked „We should celebrate. I order pasta and you can do cock… tails.“
„That wasn’t funny.“
„Yes, it was.“
It has always been their plan, really. They met online, Anna reading Marcianas stories about wrestlers and then them bonding over their favourites. Anna lived in Germany back then, Marciana on the Philippines. A lifetime apart, but never really apart. They worked for a few years, did the „normal“ life, always feeling like they were missing something. Then an idea occured. To live in America - together. And to work for the company that got them together in the first place - World Wrestling Entertainment. It was a brave dream, sure. A little bit stupid, maybe. But really, really exciting.
It wasn’t hard for Marciana to apply for a script writing position when WWE were desperately searching for new talents. She was talented and brave and they liked her from the getgo. In a month she quit her old job, moved to America and got into her new job.
Anna on the other hand had trouble finding something that was right for her. The few therapists WWE had, were all very experienced and american institutions didn’t accept the german papers Anna brought. After a while she was disheartened and almost quit he whole idea. „You can do hair.“, Marcie said one evening, when they were in her hotel room. „They are searching for hair dressers.“
Anna scoffed. „March, love, I’ve never done hair professionally. They would never take me.“
„Try it.“
„Yeah, sure.“
„I’ll call them for a job interview.“
„You will not.“
„Totally will.“
Like a miracle it worked out. In her free time Anna researched everything you could know about hair colouring and bleaching, being fully aware that it is not an easy job at all and that she would have to work hard for it too. But it worked out fine and Marciana and Anna celebrated their start in a new life with carbs and alcohol.
„What the fuck.“ Anna closed the door to their shared hotel room behind her.
„What?“ , Marciana asked, looking into the doorway from the tiny kitchen.
„What the actual fuck.“, Anna sighed, getting rid of her shoes and jacket „I cut Sheamus‘ hair today.“
„WHAT.“, Marcie squealed.
„It’s fucking soft, March. Super soft. Of course it has to be super soft, too. How is everything about him so…“
There was a soft laughter coming from the kitchen.
„Don’t you dare laugh about me! I touched his hair and his beard and I can die happily now. Although I’m sure I’m dead already.“ Anna sighed deeply „He also smells super good, Marcie-March. Like… I don’t know… manliness and awesome.“
„You’re soooo gone. Oh my god. How the eff does awesome smell like?“
„Like him. Obviously.“
„Obviously… What did he say? What did you say?“ she asked and handed Anna food. She was home earlier than Anna, cause she left earlier in the morning, so they established a routine that Anna was bringing food and Marciana was cooking in the evenings.
„Not much. I was too shy to ask him anything. I don’t want to scare him away. I also was really concentrated on not messing up his hair.“
„Or moaning in his ear.“
„Yeah, that too. Man, I miss the time of his no-Mohican hair. More to grab into...“
„You sound like you have a hair-fetish, miss.“
„Might do.“ Anna sighed deeply again „It was glorious. And I might have to do his hair every day now. Every.single.day, Marcie. I’m gonna die!“
„I walked into Teddy today.“ Anna said to Marciana and wiggled her eyebrows.
„Oh-kay?“
„He’s super nice. Like… super Teddy-like.“
„Best description ever, Anna. Good thing I’m the writer.“ Anna shoved the laughing Marciana „But I’m writing on a storyline with him right now.“
„Yeah?“
„Yeah. I think he deserves more screen time.“
„He totally does. Always have. Can I read it when you’re finished?“
„Yes. But it still got a lot of work to do. I want it to be really, really good.“
They sat on the couch in another hotel room of another city. Anna massaging Marcies feet and watching TV, when the Filipino muted the programm. „I got good news.“ She smiled.
„Huh?“
„They took my storyline for Ted. It will start on the next Pay-Per-View.“
„Whaaaat? And you’re only telling me that now? HOW AWESOME. Oh my god, congrats, March! That’s so so good.“
Marciana smiled silently.
„Oh wow, we so have to celebrate that! I’ll order pizza. A lot of pizza. Let’s get Nacho pizza! And you have to let me read it!“
Marciana laughed happily, nodding.
They ordered way too much Pizza. Okay, Anna ordered too much Pizza. When she paid the Pizzaboy and returned to the living room, there was another knock on the door. She sat the Pizza down. „Huh? Did the pizza boy forgot anything?“ she walked back to oben the door and - „Ted?“
„Uh, hi, Anna. How are you?“
„Uh.. good I guess?“
„Good. You’re living with Marciana Carandang, right?“ he asked, butchering the name in a very cute way with his Mississippi-accent.
Anna smirked so hard her cheeks hurt. „Marciana.“ She corrected „Yeah, I kinda do. Come in.“
„Uh, I just wanted to…“
„No, do come in, Ted. The halls have ears in hotel corridors.“
Ted DiBiase jr walked into the tiny hotel room the girls occupied and looked at the blushing Marciana and then at the opened pizza box in front of her „Oh my god, is that Nacho pizza?“ he asked a little breathless.
„Sure is.“ Anna couldn’t stop smiling like a fool, while she leaned against the door frame, staring Marciana dead in the eyes.
„I… I haven’t had Nacho pizza in years! This stupid diet…-“
„You can have some?“ Marciana said quietly, her voice a little too high.
„Yeah, you sure can have some.“ Anna laughed while Marciana threw daggers with her eyes at her best friend.
„I…“
„Just a piece. Nobody will know.“ Anna said, the devil.
„Oh… oh-kay.“ Ted said and sat down to grab a piece „Hello Marciana.“ He said, saying her name perfectly right. „Uhm, I just wanted to… kinda thank you? I read the storyline you wrote and it’s… well… It’s honestly the best thing anyone has ever written for me.“ He looked very serious and thankfull. His huge frame looked almost bashful on the tiny bed. „You’re very talented.“
Marciana blushed so hard, Anna expected her to faint. „That… uhm… No problem, really. I mean you deserve a good storyline.“ She looked paniced at Anna like she wasn’t sure why she said that. Anna shrugged, not helpful at all, but still smirking.
„Thank you.“ Ted said, truthfully. Marcina watched him take a huge bite into the pizza, biting her lips, looking like it was the most painfull thing to watch. She bit herself pretty painfully when he moaned quietly and mumbled „S’oo good.“ There was a quiet whine coming from March. Anna had to press her hand in front of her mouth and nose in order to not laugh or/and squeal out loud.
Three pieces of pizza, much more moaning and food porn later, Ted thanked Marciana again truthfully and left the hotel room. Closing the door Anna broke into roaring laughter.
„Oh sweet baby jesus, what the fuck was thaaaaat.“ Marciana breathed.
„Your face!“, Anna guaffed „When he moaned! You whined, March. It was so good!“
„Stop it.“
„You can’t make me. It’s how you react when your OTP comes to life right in front of you.“
„Shut up. Nothing happened.“
„Ted DiBiase moaned in your bed.“ Anna joked and watched Marciana blush furiously again.
Chapter 2 - Nothing worth having comes easy
It was not easy. Especially in the first weeks and months. They were paid the bare minimum and had to pay for expensive hotel rooms every night. But they didn’t need much, cooking at home watching illegally downloaded movies and just enjoying being with each other.
It was harder to realize that they sometimes wouldn’t see each other at all. Anna had to work for Pay Per Views on the weekends and Marciana was almost constantly working on the storylines, late evenings at work were not uncommon for both of them.
But they worked hard and made friends at work and tried to spend every free minute with each other. Seeing Ted and Sheamus occasionally helped.
After three exhausting months Marciana got promoted.
„Rightfully so.“, Anna commented. She got the opportunity to influence more storylines and got paid a good amount. „I’m gonna stop before heading home and get takeout. We haven’t had takeout in America yet. I'm dying to get cheese and garlic pizza.“, Marciana grinned while on the phone with Anna. On her way out of the building she saw a few superstars, talking and getting ready to leave too. When she passed them, one of them with a hoodie turned around and March had to hold her breath for a good second, because she was confronted with bright blue eyes and a very familiar crooked smile. Ted nodded friendly and she nodded back. Or that's what she thinks she did. Probably. Hopefully her body was able to nod like a normal person and go on with it. She had little memory of what happened.
Anna was in the lucky position to braid Sheamus‘ beard every once in a while. But she was so nervous to make a mistake, that she tried to concentrate quietly on braiding alone.
„Never seen someone so focused on me beard.“, the wrestler commented smirking.
Anna sighed „I’m… a perfectionist.“ I also want to suck your dick, she added in her head and sighed again „I know it’s ridiculous.“
„Nah, it’s nice.“ He said, smiling and she had to bite the inside of her cheek HARD.
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„To one year of this lifestyle!“, Anna grinned and raised her champagne glass.
„To one year.“, Marciana said, clinked Annas glass and kissed her on the lips. „It’s crazy how time flies.“
„Yeah. So crazy. And soo good too. Although you deserve another promotion if you ask me. You’re literally doing all the work for those lazy asses.“
Marciana giggled. „I have you. I don’t need promotions.“
„OH MY GOD, YOU CHEESEBALL.“ Anna yelled and laughed, spilling some of her champagne. They both giggled and continued to watch the movie that was on.
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Anna stood in the door frame of the hairdresser room, taking a break and drinking a little water. Today was a calm day. Not much to do. Which was welcome to the make-up-artists and hairdressers. Now the show was over and it was time to cleanup and go home. The German was the last of the hairdressers left. Anna watched people go by and imagined how their day was, who they go home to, fantasizing about their secrets. Deep in thoughts she only saw Sheamus when he almost already passed her.
„Woah.“, she breathed, surprised. And then another „Wow.“, when her brain processed what she saw. Sheamus alabaster skin was littered with red marks. Marks from being hit by a kendo stick repeatedly. Anna had seen the script, had heard Marcianas frustration about it. It hasn’t been her idea and she tried to overturn it, claiming it was not necessary for the plot. They obviously didn’t listen.
„Sheamus.“ Annas mouth said without her permission. He was almost around the corner and stopped. Annas heart pounded when she realized she had no idea what to say to the irish man. „Uh… you should… cool those down. Maybe the medics have some-…“
„Medics are already gone.“, he stated, gruff, his voice tired. He sounded defeated. „I’m heading home.“
„No.“
Surprised he looked at her, a little amusement sparkling in his grey eyes „No?“
There was a little hot puddle of anger in Annas gut about medics not caring for wrestlers and people not caring for injuries in an environment that produced a lot of those. It gave her more confidence than she expected
„I mean… I have cooling pads here. Come in.“, her voice was soft but there was also no room for objection. And surprisingly enough there were none and he followed her. As always he had to duck for the doorframe.
Anna searched in her medi-kit and found the cooling pads easily. She also found some healing cream and patches and turned around.
„Why does a hairdresser have cooling pads?“, he asked looking at the medi-kit.
„Curling irions, dude. And hair straighteners.“
He shook his head, amused. He looked horrible, tired and beaten and sweaty. Anna activated the cooling stystem, placed a towel over Sheamus broad back and placed the cooling pads to the worst marks. He sighed and then there was an odd silence. But not awkward.
Before readjusting the cooling pads to another area Anna gave some healing balm on the bloody parts on his arms and put patches on them. „You have your focused face on again.“, Sheamus commented. The truth was that Anna was really fucking angry at WWE for treating their superstar like this.
„Well, what can I say. I might be a better hairdresser, but I’m still a good nurse.“, she said, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks.
„You really are. Not interested in changing the side of the river?“
Anna snorted „I’ve crossed the waters so much already, you have no idea.“
„Yeah?“ he looked at her playfully smirking.
„Oh yeah.“, she smirked back and placed the cooling items back on his back.
„Ugh, this is really good.“ He said and closed his eyes. „Really fecking good.“
Anna bit her lips. This broad back, relaxing under her hands and him saying such things made her feel a little… funky. She was mesmerised by this man since he debuted to the WWE. That was 2007. Wow, she’s a longtime perv. Jeez. „Hmmm.“ His dark voice rumbled and Anna tasted blood coming from her bitten lips. Goddamnit. Calm down, woman.
„Shet, I’m keeping you from going home, am ah not?“ he asked in his irish brogue.
She snorted „Yeah, I’m sure the hotel room can’t wait for me to be back.“
„You living alone?“ he asked and it was weird to not be able to see his face in this conversation.
„Nah, I’m living with a friend who is a writer for WWE. But she works late too. So there are only the dishes waiting for me.“
He chuckled and it was a good sound.
When he left he pulled her in for a quick hug and thanked her. And it was honestly the highlight of her week.
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„It was glorious.“ Anna stated. It was a warm Saturday morning spend lazily in bed.
„The thirst is reaaaal.“ Marciana giggled.
„Oh shut it.“
„He wants your cooling pads, baby.“
„Hush!“
„And all your healing cream! ALL OF IT.“ She squeaked when Anna turned to tickle her.
„Shut it, you siren. My hormones are through the roof as it is.“ She sighed.
„Aww you poor thing. Imma make you some pancakes. You poor woman, having to hug your man. Jeez. How cruel is this world??“
Anna laughed.
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„Sorry, can you pass me the buns?“ a voice behind Marciana asked and suddenly her body felt like it was on fire. She turned around slowly and her widened eyes saw the smirk of Ted Dibiase jr.
„Uhh...“ she said very intelligently.
„The buns.“ He said, pointing to the food in front of her. They were in the cafeteria, it was lunch time, she was human, he was asking for the buns. Okay. She could do this.„Sure.“ She said, her voice more stable than she enticipated. And reached for some to give them to the superstar who took them with his giant hands and smiled at her. „Thanks.“ She breathed. Okay, okay, she did it. Good.
„You wanna sit with us to eat?“ WHAT.
So okay. She was sitting on a table with a few superstars. Right next to Ted Dibiase Jr. When he moved their elbows touched. She had trouble swallowing her food right.
„Dibiase told us that you were the one who wrote his new story line a few months back.“ Zack Ryder adressed Marciana „Man, that was so cool! I want a storyline like that!“
„Me too!“ Dolph Ziggler said, nodding enthusiastically „It was really well thought through.“
Shelton Benjamin asked with a friendly smile „Why don’t you write us all a new story?“
„Woah, guys.“ Ted interjected „Marciana has a lot on her plate right now. She can’t rewrite every single storyline.“
Marciana was surprised that he knew about her workload and he continued „Writing is just as hard as Wrestling, guys. It’s not something you slap together. I’m sure she will be able to influence all your stories by time.“
„Thank you, Ted.“ She said, smiling at him.
„You’re welcome. I only heard good things about your work. I’m a lucky guy to be a part of so many storylines you write.“
„… Yeah.“ Marciana said, avoiding everyones eyes. What a coincidence that Ted was almost in all of her storylines. What luck, yeah.
Thankfully they changed the subject to good food and cafeteria dishes and Marciana felt Teds thigh touch hers from time to time.
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„It was glorious.“
„You’re stealing my lines, March.“ Anna laughed.
„No but it was. His thick thighs and his shining arms touched me. I mean…“
„The thirst is real.“
„It so is.“ Both laughed.
„It’s really hard to be professional when they’re so nice… on top of being super attractive.“ Anna mused.
„Super attractive.“
„Yeah, but really, couldn’t they be a little more arrogant. Maybe a little tough or at least reserved?“ Anna shook her head „It’s no fair like this. I stand absolutely no ground to this kind of behaviour.“
„You’d rather have an angry Sheamus?“
„Oh, I’ve dreamt about an angry Sheamus...“ Anna grinned like an idiot, her eyes a little glassy-eyed.
„Whore."
"Anyways! HIS ANACONDA DON'T WANT NONE UNLESS YOU GOT BUNS, HUN!!" Anna waited all day to make that stupid reference and fell from the bed laughing.
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It was after a Pay Per View that a lot of the crew decided to go eat something at a nearby mexican restaurant. Marciana got invited to it by a writer friend and dragged Anna along. Someone had reserved the biggest table and one of the superstars even paid for it. It was amazing. There was so much food that soon Marciana and Anna thought they could never move again. And oh, the cocktails.
„Ziggler and some other dudes want to crash some clubs.“ Anna said, trying to sound really cool. „You coming along?“
„Nope.“ Marciana said. „I have the best food coma of months, I will go home and watch a movie or a whole series until I fall asleep.“ She grinned.
„No, girl, you gotta come with us.“ Anna whined.
„Sheamus is going, isn’t he?“ Marciana whispered.
„Hush! ... What if he did?“
„Haha, you’re never that crazy about going out. You’re a couch potato, Anna, don’t deny it.“
„But to-night I want to part-eh!“
„You sound awful. Trink some tequila with me and then head towards whatever adventure the night holds for you.“
In the end they hugged and said their goodbye to each other.
„You sure you don’t wanna come along? I’d rather have you with me.“ Anna said.
„I’m tired, it was a long week. But be safe, okay?“
„I’m out with wrestlers.“ Anna laughed „I think I never partied safer.“
„Now make out.“, one roadie said over the table where he’d watched them.
„Excuse you?“, Anna said, staring him down.
„Kiss. With tongue! They do that in France, right?“
„I’m from Germany, you crétin.“
„Anna.“ Marciana tried to calm her friend down.
„Are you lesbians?“ the roadie, who was clearly drunk, asked and a lot of head turned at that questions.
„I don’t see how that’s your business.“ Anna hissed.
„Why so rude?“
„Why so homophobic?“ Anna was eying her glass of water, tempted to throw it in his face.
„We’re not in a monogamic relationship.“ Marciana answered, trying to resolve the tension a little. „If that’s what’s your question meant.“
„Mono… Monoga… Monogame. Hah.“ The man slurred and Anna rolled her eyes. Jesus Christ.
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(The following is roughly based on a true story that happened to me two weeks ago and I’m not over it yet.)
The club was tiny. For the big name it has it only had one dancefloor that was a little dissapointing. And the only music that came blasting from the speakers was some kind of electro house songs. Anna roamed around but didn’t find a group to really stick with. She only clicked with a few people and most of the time she was really tired of trying. She was okay with being by herself, even in a club. So she leaned against a speaker that made the music vibrate through her body and sipped her beer. There were almost no girls around and those few were bright blonde, long legged bombshells that attracted all male attention. So Anna was relatively safe from awkward drunk guys trying to hit on her. Although it was getting a little boring.
But she was determined not to go home too early to keep her face in front of Marciana. Sometimes one of the WWE workers or a wrestler came by handing er a shotglass with either tequila or liquor. Soon, she was drunk. Which she would never admit, of course. Sometimes Anna watched the guys and girls around them. Sometimes she saw Sheamus. But she didn’t want to run after him. Especially since the wrestlers were always surrounded by the bombshells.
She left to find the toilet and came back to „her“ speaker. There was a familiar giant wrestler standing beside it. „You’re focused again.“
She smirked „I’m trying to figure out if I like or hate this music.“ She yelled over the music. He leaned down to her, the height difference very visible.
He laughed, throwing his head back. He looked glorious. „Oi hate it.“ He said to her, chugging his beer.
„Yeah? What do you listen to?“, she asked. What a fake question. She knew that already, if all the interviews were truthful.
„Metal.“ He answered, grinning down at her. „Rock. Some irish tunes. A good mix, but not this…“
„I think they call it ‚house‘.“ He laughed again, long and loudly. She was not sure if she was drunk - and imagined herself to be way funnier that she was - or if he was super drunk and thought everything was hilarious. Either way, she loved the way he laughed about her snarky comments.
„Me too. To the metal music, I mean. But this is nice.“ She took his arms and tried to press him against the speaker. He followed her guide and raised his eyebrows. She felt suddenly really stupid but he just smirked down at her.
Okay, maybe she was really drunk. Some superstar brought another round of vodka shots. You know it’s late when people who get free shots offered refuse them, almost being sick at the sight of alcohol. But Anna is too proud to do such thing. She grabbed the shots and nodded towards Sheamus „Come on, Sheamus. You’re irish. You can’t let me drink alone. American wussies!“
Sense? There was none. All she wanted was to taste the bitter alcohol and to be the „tough“ girl. „If you drink I will too!“ So they took one shot after another, emptying a plate that was meant for at least 10 people. There was a quiet voice in her head telling Anna that this was really stupid. He weighed almost 100 lbs more than her, was male and in good shape. Anna knew that biologically she was so much in the disantvantage, it wasn’t funny. But her pride laughed when Sheamus shook his head in disgust at the last shot, while she grinned through it.
„Huh, I guess Germans do drink more than the Irish.“ Someone commented, honestly amazed.
A lot of details were a blurr. They were outside oft he club, away from the music, and getting some air. But Anna was having fun while Sheamus was almost always next to her. Alicia Fox pulled her to the side all of a sudden, out of the hearing distance of the boys. „Hey, is there something going on between you and Sheamus?“
Anna scoffed, not even blushing, the idea was that unrealistic „Absolutely not.“
„Well there should be.“ Alicia grinned „You could go home with him tonight, eh?“
„What? No!“ Anna exclaimed, a little weirded out by the idea. She was too drunk for this shit.
When they entered the group again, Sheamus put an arm around her, jokingly. It felt really good. All of a sudden everybody wanted to head home and equally as surprising there was suddenly a cab right in front of Anna. „You want to come with me?“ a very irish voice asked her, a strong arm still around her. The door of the cab opened and Sheamus folded his massive body into the backseat. What the hell, Anna thought and crawled right next to him, a super fuzzy feeling in her stomach.
They arrived at the hotel Anna and Marciana were staying too, but they were holding hands and there wasn’t even a question in Annas head if she should head another way. She would have probably followed him everywhere. He still laughed about something she said and for a quick moment Anna was so proud and happy.
His hotel room door opened and it was a great room with a great view that Anna had exactly 2 seconds of enjoying before she crashed into the massive bed, face first. „So tired.“ She exclaimed.
Another chuckle. Then the matress dipped and she felt a hand on her back. She miaowed. Actually miaowed and turned her head towards a very grinning Sheamus. His face came impossibly close to hers and all of a sudden they were kissing. Another quiet voice told her that she was drunk. He was drunk. They would regret this in the morning. This should happen sober.
The voice stood no chance against the feeling of a tongue in her mouth and a hand between her legs. It has been too long, with Marciana and Anna always working overtime. She groaned into his mouth and the rest was honestly a blur of a very sloppy blowjob that still made Sheamus moan sexily. A very gruff „Let me taste it.“ And suddenly they were 69-ing. When Sheamus got a condom from somewhere and looked at Anna questioningly she nodded, grinning. She was so horny and feeling him made her happy and content, like a cat with a bowl of milk. The light of the early sun was coming up around him and she scratched his back with her finger nails.
Chapter 3A - Consequences
When Anna woke up, she had three blissfull seconds of not realizing where she was, until she came to her senses. Sheamus‘ hotel room. Sheamus‘! Hotel room! Shit. Shit!
She was really tempted to just lie there and enjoy his weight behind her, their feet touching and him breathing in her hair and ignore everything else. But she was very aware that after having mexican food and partying and drinking without showering, she smelled horrible. Her make up was probably smeared and her hairstyle lost to this world. She felt icky. So she searched for her clothes and put them on. When she turned around and saw Sheamus sleeping on the bed, her heart shattered. What a truly wonderful and beautiful man. She thought about the way he had laughed, about his hand in hers and there was suddenly so much longing, that her throat closed. She swallowed hard, pulled the blanket over his broad shoulders and left the hotel room as quietly as she could.
Thank god they were staying at the same hotel. She only had two floors and a stairchase of walk of shame before she could open her own room. When she roamed around, Marciana groaned in their bed and turned to face the disturber. „Ann… stop bein' louuud.“
„Sorry.“ Anna answered and her voice wavered a bit. Marciana opened her eyes and sat up.
„Love… are you okay?“ Marciana looked at the clock and saw that it was already amost 8 am. „Where have you been?“
Anna looked at her friend and her vision came blurry with tears. „Oh March. Beautiful, pure, March. If I only left with you.“ She slumped down next to her and leaned towards her.
„What happened?“ Marciana asked concerned, expecting the worst. She put an arm around her friend.
„I slept with Sheamus.“ Anna said, like it was the worst possible thing.
„WHAT.“ Marciana mewled and grabbed Anna to turn her towards her. „WOW. REALLY?“
„Yeah.“
„That’s… not good? How is that not good?“ Marciana asked confused.
There were hot tears on Annas cheeks now „Cause I challenged him to drink. I practically made him drunk. And we had drunk sex.“
„It was not good?“
„No, it was good.“
„You didn’t want it really?“
„No, I really wanted it.“
„Then I don’t understand the problem. You had good sex you wanted with the man you dreamt about for almost 10 years. You should be jumping around. No actually you should be still with him. Why are you not with him?“
„It’s a problem cause I have no idea about consensual it was on his part. And it was just…it was sloppy, March. I just imagined it to be different. I'm not sure if he even likes me. We were that drunk!"
"Why would he sleep with someone he doesn't like, Anna? That makes no sense."
"He wouldn't be the first one to regret a One Night Stand and to avoid that person forever." she swallowed hard "Oh god, I ruined everything. My stupid vagina and that stupid vodka."
"Phew, girl. I think we should eat something and you need a good long shower and some more sleep."