In The Works
016. DEVONY
Devony bit her lip upon hearing Matt's voice outside of the door. He stepped in just after David and Mimi left, the later having blown her friend a kiss with a grin before shutting the door. The atmosphere in the room quickly became uncomfortable, the air between the three occupants tense.
"Hey Matt," John said cheerily, as always, ignoring the confused look the hazel eye'd man gave him, "Heard you and Sheamus hit it off in the gym. You outlift him?"
"Only by about ten pounds," Matt chuckled, scratching his hand over his short hair, "Everyone's giving him shit for it though."
"We'll have to go down sometime, so I can kick your ass," John joked, knowing he could probably bench more than Matt, "Help soothe Sheamus' pride."
Both laughed as Matt walked over to his bag in the corner, throwing Devony a wounded look. She refused to meet his gaze, instead training her eyes on the blanket and picking the loose strings. John, easily noticing the exchange between the two, frowned. Just as he was about to say something, his cell phone began going off, making him stand up and reach into his pocket.
"It's Vince," He rolled his eyes, "I'll be back in a few."
Devony pursed her lips, watching him walk out into the hallway. If she didn't know any better, she would of sworn that was planned. Matt stood back up, a shirt and jeans wadded in his hands, and looked at the door. When he noticed that it was only him and Devony in the room he sighed, saying a quick thank you to God and glancing over at her.
"Dev?" He murmured softly, dropping his clothes onto the couch and walking over to her, "Can we talk?"
"No one's stopping you," She replied dryly, looking out the window behind him.
He ran a hand over his face and sat directly in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders, "Devony, please, listen to me."
She finally made eye contact, attempting to give him a dirty look. It faulted though, when she saw the pathetic, puppy dog eyes he was sporting. Even with his lips pursed into a frowny-pout, she could still see his dimples. A sigh fell from her lips and she carefully crawled over to him, scooting into his arms and resting her head against his chest. She could almost feel his smile on the top of her head as he dropped a kiss against her hair.
"I'm sorry for how I was acting," Matt said softly, nuzzling his nose against the back of her neck, "I was being a dick to you. I can't control you and I shouldn't have been trying to."
"And?" At his confused look, Devony rolled her eyes playfully saying, "There's usually an excuse that follows."
He laughed and shook his head slightly, his dimples finding their way into his cheeks, "An excuse? Well, I've got one, but it's a pretty shit-bad excuse."
"Let's hear it."
"You've stolen my fucking heart and I think it nearly got crushed in your pocket when you got hurt."
Devony couldn't help but smile shyly at his sappy remark, looking down at her lap, "Really?"
"Honest to God," He grinned, burying his face against the crook of her neck and breathing in her scent, "I think you managed to take it that first night I ran into you at the bar. I never really believed in love at first sight until I saw you dancing with Maryse."
"Charmer," She murmured lowly, a pretty pink blush filling her cheeks as she smiled to herself.
Matt chuckled, "I know it seems all big and bad, but my heart's kind of fragile, so be careful with it, okay?"
Devony turned to face him, leaning up and dropping a light kiss against his lips, "I'll treat it like glass," Devony whispered, turning to face him and leaning up, dropping a kiss against his lips, "Would you please take mine?"
"It would be my pleasure," Matt grinned, turning them both holding her on his chest as he leaned against the pillows, "But I do think I need another one of those kisses."
"You're such a cheese-ball," She laughed, rolling her eyes and kissing him again, "But I guess I can live with that."
Matt made a sound, "I'm a cheese-ball? Last time I checked, I was made of human."
"Have you checked recently?"
"Damn."
Devony couldn't help but laugh loudly as he began to smell his arm, rolling her eyes and slapping his shoulder. He grunted playfully and quickly began tickling her ruthlessly, ignoring her gasped begging.
"I missed something big here."
Both Dev and Matt abruptly looked over at the door, seeing John standing there with a grin. Devony felt her cheeks flame up with embarrassment as Matt began to laugh. John winked at them both suggestively before turning and walking back out of the hotel room, closing the door behind him.
"Stupid jerk..." She muttered, her cheeks redder then red as she pressed her hands over her face.
Matt grinned and kissed her shoulder lightly, "How about we go get lunch?"
"Let me get dressed," Devony turned back and kissed his cheek before standing and stripping out of her pajamas.
Matt's eyes got wide, a smirk flittering over his lips. If there was one thing Devony was not, it was uncomfortable in her body. She never had the nicest body throughout her teenager years, but when she finally got it, she was determined to never feel insecure about herself again.
"Trying to torture me, I see," Matt chuckled.
Devony glanced over her shoulder at him and playfully rolled her eyes, "You know that's not my way. If I was going to torture you, you'd know it."
Matt laughed loudly as she dug through her suitcase and pulled out a plain white dress, "Let me go get changed, I'll meet you back here in five?"
She only nodded as he stood and walked out of the room. Honestly, she was a little shook up about what had just happened. Matt had openly admitted he loved her. And she requited the feelings. A soft groan fell from her lips as she continued to get ready, she really needed to talk to Maryse.
"Hey Matt," John said cheerily, as always, ignoring the confused look the hazel eye'd man gave him, "Heard you and Sheamus hit it off in the gym. You outlift him?"
"Only by about ten pounds," Matt chuckled, scratching his hand over his short hair, "Everyone's giving him shit for it though."
"We'll have to go down sometime, so I can kick your ass," John joked, knowing he could probably bench more than Matt, "Help soothe Sheamus' pride."
Both laughed as Matt walked over to his bag in the corner, throwing Devony a wounded look. She refused to meet his gaze, instead training her eyes on the blanket and picking the loose strings. John, easily noticing the exchange between the two, frowned. Just as he was about to say something, his cell phone began going off, making him stand up and reach into his pocket.
"It's Vince," He rolled his eyes, "I'll be back in a few."
Devony pursed her lips, watching him walk out into the hallway. If she didn't know any better, she would of sworn that was planned. Matt stood back up, a shirt and jeans wadded in his hands, and looked at the door. When he noticed that it was only him and Devony in the room he sighed, saying a quick thank you to God and glancing over at her.
"Dev?" He murmured softly, dropping his clothes onto the couch and walking over to her, "Can we talk?"
"No one's stopping you," She replied dryly, looking out the window behind him.
He ran a hand over his face and sat directly in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders, "Devony, please, listen to me."
She finally made eye contact, attempting to give him a dirty look. It faulted though, when she saw the pathetic, puppy dog eyes he was sporting. Even with his lips pursed into a frowny-pout, she could still see his dimples. A sigh fell from her lips and she carefully crawled over to him, scooting into his arms and resting her head against his chest. She could almost feel his smile on the top of her head as he dropped a kiss against her hair.
"I'm sorry for how I was acting," Matt said softly, nuzzling his nose against the back of her neck, "I was being a dick to you. I can't control you and I shouldn't have been trying to."
"And?" At his confused look, Devony rolled her eyes playfully saying, "There's usually an excuse that follows."
He laughed and shook his head slightly, his dimples finding their way into his cheeks, "An excuse? Well, I've got one, but it's a pretty shit-bad excuse."
"Let's hear it."
"You've stolen my fucking heart and I think it nearly got crushed in your pocket when you got hurt."
Devony couldn't help but smile shyly at his sappy remark, looking down at her lap, "Really?"
"Honest to God," He grinned, burying his face against the crook of her neck and breathing in her scent, "I think you managed to take it that first night I ran into you at the bar. I never really believed in love at first sight until I saw you dancing with Maryse."
"Charmer," She murmured lowly, a pretty pink blush filling her cheeks as she smiled to herself.
Matt chuckled, "I know it seems all big and bad, but my heart's kind of fragile, so be careful with it, okay?"
Devony turned to face him, leaning up and dropping a light kiss against his lips, "I'll treat it like glass," Devony whispered, turning to face him and leaning up, dropping a kiss against his lips, "Would you please take mine?"
"It would be my pleasure," Matt grinned, turning them both holding her on his chest as he leaned against the pillows, "But I do think I need another one of those kisses."
"You're such a cheese-ball," She laughed, rolling her eyes and kissing him again, "But I guess I can live with that."
Matt made a sound, "I'm a cheese-ball? Last time I checked, I was made of human."
"Have you checked recently?"
"Damn."
Devony couldn't help but laugh loudly as he began to smell his arm, rolling her eyes and slapping his shoulder. He grunted playfully and quickly began tickling her ruthlessly, ignoring her gasped begging.
"I missed something big here."
Both Dev and Matt abruptly looked over at the door, seeing John standing there with a grin. Devony felt her cheeks flame up with embarrassment as Matt began to laugh. John winked at them both suggestively before turning and walking back out of the hotel room, closing the door behind him.
"Stupid jerk..." She muttered, her cheeks redder then red as she pressed her hands over her face.
Matt grinned and kissed her shoulder lightly, "How about we go get lunch?"
"Let me get dressed," Devony turned back and kissed his cheek before standing and stripping out of her pajamas.
Matt's eyes got wide, a smirk flittering over his lips. If there was one thing Devony was not, it was uncomfortable in her body. She never had the nicest body throughout her teenager years, but when she finally got it, she was determined to never feel insecure about herself again.
"Trying to torture me, I see," Matt chuckled.
Devony glanced over her shoulder at him and playfully rolled her eyes, "You know that's not my way. If I was going to torture you, you'd know it."
Matt laughed loudly as she dug through her suitcase and pulled out a plain white dress, "Let me go get changed, I'll meet you back here in five?"
She only nodded as he stood and walked out of the room. Honestly, she was a little shook up about what had just happened. Matt had openly admitted he loved her. And she requited the feelings. A soft groan fell from her lips as she continued to get ready, she really needed to talk to Maryse.