Laying on the canvas, Viv's weight on top of me, holding my shoulders down, I'm barely there. I hear the count. "ONE!" But it doesn't register in my mind. I'm not sure what it is.
"TWO!"
I feel the impact of the referee's hand hitting next to my head. But again, I'm not sure what it is or why it's there.
And for some reason, I remember what happened backstage before the match...
Rowan
Walking backstage, my bag in my hands, everything is wet. It's raining outside and I must look like I'm on a porn set. My hair is damp, my thin black tank top is stuck to my skin and I can't imagine what my yoga pants are doing. Luckily, I'm not wearing my good boots. Those are in the bag. I turn the corner on the way to the dressing room and -- boom. There he is. The big, bad Red Enforcer. And I have that moment of, "Did he see me? Can I dodge him? If he did see me, can I still dodge him?" I haven't talked to him since... yeah. He called. I didn't respond. He called a lot. I didn't respond a lot. So I duck my head and keep walking. Maybe he won't say anything.
Enforcer
I almost didn't recognize her. She was dressed down and it'd been...too long since I saw her. She ducked to avoid me. I could've said something then, but I wanted it to be private. I turned and mentally noted where you went. And yes, my eyes couldn't help but watch you in those soaking wet yoga pants. Once I got done with the chat I was in with some old foes in this area, I made my way to your locker room. Standing at the door like a big dork, debating on whether to knock or leave. Finally just shaking my head and bringing my fist up to pound on the door.
Rowan
I spend about three seconds debating whether or not I should answer. I know who it is. I know what he wants to say. I don't want to hear it. But something inside me--something stupid says, "Yeah?" in the most curt tone I can summon.
Enforcer
If I was a vampire, that wouldn't have been enough for me to pass the threshold. The fact she didn't tell me to fuck off is all the permission I need. That tone tells me she knows it's me. So I just bull my way in. I'm too old to worry be nervous, so why do I feel so anxious. And there she is. I wanna smile. I wanna go up and scoop her in my arms and hug her. I wanna tell her how much I've missed her. How much I still care. I know if I did any of that, she'd drop me on my head. So I just close the door behind me and say "Ro?"
Rowan
Sitting down in front of a mirror that reaches all along the room (the place used to be an old theater, and this was the makeup room), seeing him in that mirror, my reflection gives him a long, wicked grin. "Red." I reach down one leg and unzip the boot that reaches all the way up to my knee. I slide it off. Slowly. Let it fall with a heavy, leather sound. Then, I turn and say, "You wanted to see me?"
Enforcer
I take a deep breath as I see that grin. And then the slow removal of your boot. If you were standing up and bending over to do that, I probably would've lost my mind. As t is, I have to struggle to focus. "Yeah. You never called back. I'm concerned Ro." I casually shift my weight from one foot to the other. Habit. Always keep on your toes. In this case a pair of Chuck Taylors. My palms feel a bit moist so I wipe them on the front of my lucky jeans. Really if it weren't for the mask you'd think I was a fan. I'm hoping nothing goes down here as I'm wearing my favorite Horsemen shirt that's older than most of my opponent's these days. "Very concerned."
Rowan
"Oh are you now?" I shake my head like a wet dog shakes his tail, letting drops of water splash on the mirror and around us. Then, I give you a playful look. "You should be concerned." I lean down again, this time unzipping my other boot. Taking my time doing it. Letting it drop to the floor. Slipping off the socks, I'm in bare feet now. Still sitting, I slip my thumbs under the waist band of my yoga pants. I lift my hips so they roll down my thighs. My black bikini underwear stuck to my wet skin. I roll the pants down to my ankles, then kick them off. They land in a wet heap on the other side of the room. "You should be concerned for Vivianne. She has no idea what she's in for."
Enforcer
Any other time, this teasing would make me grin like a madman. But now, after Paris...after Vegas...seeing you attack Vivianne...this playful you is more the mask than anything else. When your hands go to your yoga pants, I feel my throat tighten. You know exactly how my body reacts seeing you like this. And in the past, this would be just a prelude to other things. But not this day. This is you reminding me of what was and maybe telling me what I'll never have again. I can't tell how deeply your anger with me runs. My eyes don't watch the yoga pants, just focus on the word inked just above the top of your bikini underwear. "I know she doesn't. I don't think I do. But I'm not here for her. It's still too soon Ro."
Rowan
I stand. Very slowly. Keeping eye contact with you. All I'm wearing is that thin black tank top and my black panties. I step up close. Even closer. And when I get close enough to touch, I turn. So my back is against your chest. You're still facing the mirror. Now, we both are. I put my hands up so they're reaching behind your head, my fingers gripping the fabric of your mask as my hips press against your hips. I arch my back, just a little. Just enough that my breasts press against the thin fabric of the tank top. I lower one arm so it reaches behind your hips and one of the spaghetti straps falls over my naked shoulder. I close my eyes and suck air through my teeth, a little moan escaping my lips. "Too...soon...for...what?"
Enforcer
Gawd. You know what buttons to push. You know how you look. How that makes me feel. I try to look ahead, and I see how you arch. I feel you next to me. Wet from the rain, but still so very warm. I feel your hands on my mask, your hips..pressing back.... THROB and you arch, my eyes seeing your slight tank stretching...those nipples outlined by the soaked material. The strap falls and my heart races. I see your eyes shut...hear that sharp inhale..the moan...that whiskey soaked voice of yours...my arms move on their own and wrap around your waist. "Your....back..."
Rowan
My hips swivel, just a little. Maintaining the pressure. "Does it feel like you should be concerned about my back?"
Enforcer
You...you have to know..to feel...to feel me against you...heart racing...throbbing...arms around your waist...warm hands sliding under your top, resting on your defined abs. My head bowed...resting against your head. "No..doesn't feel like..not physically...but Ro...too soon?" My head is a haze. I'm...so...
Rowan
That's when I STOP. Just STOP. My eyes open and I'm looking at you from the mirror. That dark gaze in my eyes. My chin lowers, just an inch. A strand of wet hair falls across my brow. "Your concern has been noted. Mr ___." And the name I use does not include the words "Red" or "Enforcer." Then, I step back to the chair I was sitting in before. Sit down. "Now, if you don't mind. I need to change."
Enforcer
Hearing my name, my real name, shocks me back. And I see that cold look. Brown eyes turned black. I watch you walk back to your seat. Dismissing me. "That's how it is? Fine. " my head drops and I pull my mask off for a moment. "I'll be there after. For you. To try to put you back together again. Because you know I love you." I put my mask back on and turn. Grip the doorknob, open the door and slip out without another word.
"You know I love you."
That phrase echoes in my brain. Over and over again. Even as the referee raises up for another count, the last count, I keep hearing Red's voice.
And that's when I know I want to make him pay for saying it. Not because it isn't true. It is true. Red does love me.
He just loves HER more.
And that's when everything becomes clear. That's when I know...
"OHMYGOD! ROWAN KICKED OUT! ROWAN KICKED OUT!"
"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I THOUGHT SHE WAS FINISHED!"
No. I'm not finished. I haven't even started.
(Thanks to The Red Enforcer for helping me write the flashback. Love you Red!)