oh shit, so like. The thing where MJF tried to call Adam Cole when he was injured but wasn't able to get through because of Roddy? That happened a whole year ago. It'd be so easy for AEW to not bring it up at all and move on, no one would be expected to remember that.
But Adam and Roddy brought it up a few times now. So it matters that Adam does not know Max really did try to get through to him -- because Roddy intervened/kidnapped Adam.
We are going somewhere with this. And I think I see the shape of it: Roddy is the devil that's been on Adam's shoulder all along. Adam Cole got played into betraying Max.
My love, my love (you're the sting of the scorpion)
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It starts as such a gentle touch, fingertips barely brushing against her hips in the early hours of the morning. His fingers are careful against her skin and they're still heavy with sleep and Adam blinks her eyes open, stretches against his warmer frame and there's something like love bubbling just under her skin. He yawns behind her, his lips careful as they press against the back of her ear.
"Morning..." Even his voice is smooth and gentle and when his lips pull away, Adam turns with them and blinks up at him through her eyelashes, a soft smile glancing across her half tired features. "Hi." He whispers when she finally looks at him and Adam is quick to slide their bodies together, pinning the two of them together in each other's arms.
She feels Roddy's laughter before she hears it: it rumbles through his chest like the slow climb of a train's wheels against the tracks and there's always something comforting in his bare skin pressed against hers, his heart tapping like a leaking tap in her ear.
There's something comforting about how his arm moves, twists against her and soon she's close against him, wrapped around him and Roddy is using their slight height difference against her. His chin rests on the crown of her head and he cradles her closer and closer until Adam feels smothered by the tiredness that still soaks through his brown eyes. "We have to get up." He mumbles, moments later, brushing strands of Adam's hair off the front of her face.
"I know" She mumbles, breathing against his chest and her lips brushing against his skin feels like the first snow: settling slowly than all at once against the fading map of scars and soon she's covering him in soft dustings and her hands wrap tighter around his shoulders, squeezing at his biceps like Roddy could disappear and he's above her, letting her move his back against the mattress and then his hands are mapping over the muscles of her back, eyes half closed and lips battling with hers. He's trying to talk, Adam can hear the mumbled words and lacklusted pleads under his breath, sliding between whimpers and heavy pants.
He's slow to let go of her hips, long after he's come inside her and he's blinking up at her from his position from the pillows and he looks almost like a dog. Adam can spot the longing for love in the corner of his warm, half-lidded eyes and she kisses the desire for trust off his bottom lip. His head rolls slowly, lets her have more access to his neck and he's careful to open his eyes and he chuckles just a little. "We really have to leave, before they throw us out."
She just stares at him, softly following the last of the lust floating through his eyes as he stretches, swats at her hip and chuckles as she slowly rolls off him. "Go shower!"
"Why can't we shower together?" Adam asks, The same cheeky glimmer to the blues of her eyes and Roddy just shakes his head and reaches over her to put his glasses on, blinking at the shift of clarity.
He's chuckling, pressing warm feet against the back of her legs. He shoves her gently, stretches his legs out under the crumpled covers and Adam locks every joint in her body. It hurts just a little and it feels like her very blood has paused: unmade in her marrow as she looks at him and pouts.
"Fine." He rolls his eyes and Adam knows that the flatness to his voice brings a spark of joy. He kisses her behind her ear. "You're lucky I love you." She sits in under the white blankets, following his naked frame as he wanders into the bathroom and she smiles softly, whispers after his shadow
"I know."
Washing one another always feels different. His hands, large and heavy lather soap between her shoulders, bubbles between his fingers. He hums softly while he washes her hair, slides silky brown strands through his fingertips and it falls like the sands of time against the shapes of her back, over the curve of her shoulders and under the raging water is the softest they've both felt for one another. They step out, wrap themselves in radiator warmed towels and when she dries her hair, he shouts over the drone "You look fine Adam!" And she looks at him through the fogged up mirror and smiles. "Plus nobody's gonna care, we're training."
"I care!" Adam snaps at him, legs tucking under herself as she sits naked under the golden glow of the morning sun and she looks like a statue and she doesn't flinch when Roddy's large hands come to cup at her ribs, thumb stroking softly and she feels like he's moulding her. Imperfect marble, shimmering porcelain, imperfect human. Perfect in his eyes, gorgeous in the post shower glow.
He's already dressed by the time that she pulls on her shorts, hair pinned back in a low ponytail and he catches a glimpse of her in the reflection of the mirror and she feels his eyes on her, taking notice of the way that her hair sways, the gentle hum of her breathing that paints the silence warm and inviting, the way her shoulders ripple slightly when she raises them to pull a shirt on. He wraps a hand around her, shoves her out the way gently enough that she doesn't worry about her ankles when they wobble in their joints because when she stumbles, his hands tighten and she's there caught in the freefall.
"That was a little stiff there!" She teases, her hand coming to thump against his chest and she feels his laughter dancing between her fingertips.
He shakes his head, brushes strands of her hair back behind her ear and straights her with one simple move. "I'll show ya stiff later." He kneels, ties her shoes around her delicate ankles and she just shakes her head, nudging him a little with her foot in his jaw.
"I think you did that earlier" She teases and Roddy just flicks the back of her calf. "That hurt!"
Roddy stands slowly, slow enough that she pretends not to notice the way that his knees crackle, just a little. "How ever will you survive?" He teases
And he kisses her.
And things feel okay again, at least for a little while because he wraps a hand around hers and squeezes. Once. Twice. Three times and she understands the message.
Don putting forward a very different manifesto for the DCF than the one he posted on twitter a few weeks ago. When Tony started to question him on it I was genuinely concerned we were gonna talk about hole
I love how much Don likes to talk about how handsome all the guys in the Don Callis Family are
Bowens in gear more black than white, now 👀
Has there been a Kris vs Thekla one-on-one match yet? I could be gayer
YUTA GO AWAY
What do you think the Triangle of Madness might spend $300,000 on? The mind boggles
Not sure about Megan either, to be honest. What does a goddess need? Can only really picture Penelope getting a shopping trip out of it
Toni calling Mina her wife!! They didn't mention that wedding
I'm glad the cooler and spatulas made sense, apparently, with the tornado tag match next week, because they still made no sense to me
Always a pleasure to see Mina and Aminata though <3 Looking fine as hell
Odd to me that they're putting the Acclaimed back together again what feels like kind of soon - but they did have an attempt at singles runs, and they haven't really gone anywhere. Makes me wonder if injuries have hit the tag division too, and they needed to pull in an old popular team
Honestly, I think Bowens' match tonight was the best one he's had since going solo. But he still didn't get a win out of it
Blake Christian can talk 👀
The woman in the front row debating the decision with Bowens 😭
Tommy Billington kind of fit
It felt like the women's match ended really quickly, and this tag match went on forever. It was good but - man.
2 MJF moments in one night! <3
Mistico! <3
Okada might be the most attractive man in the world
Daniel in boxers and little booties. Like they sucked his soul out.
They don't love you Danny
Still reeling from whatever went on between Roddy and Marina. AND NOW IT'S MOXLEY AND RODDY ONE-ON-ONE NEXT WEEK? DEATH RIDERS BREAKING UP MARRIAGES??
That interview with MJF did hurt me when he mentioned Max Caster...he didn't even say anything bad about him either. Just like, "We had a falling out...it's okay though, I blame Jay White."
There was so much hurt in Max's expression😭 Like he knew things are over with Caster, despite their weird relationship, you could tell Max regrets the falling out....DAMMIT....!!! We know Caster is finished with MJF....it still hurts okay!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
