Work It Out (Cesaro Fan Fic)
Prompt: Cesaro is still in love with reader long after their breakup. (I'm writing Cesaro because we don’t watch AEW around here) A/S
“Oh, and can have the tiramisu as well?”
I shifted into a cross-legged position in the middle of my hotel bed as I ordered room service on the phone.
“Perfect. Thank you so much.”
I hung up and leaned my back against the headboard, letting out a sigh. It had been an incredibly long day. I should be working on some reports for work, sending some emails, being productive, but I didn’t want to do any of those things. I wanted to eat my bolognese pasta and my cesar salad and then drown my stress in that dessert before going to sleep.
I stared mindlessly at the muted tv for a few minutes before I picked up my cellphone. Doom scrolling until dinner sounded like the only good plan.
I clicked on Instagram and glanced through my feed. There were lots of seemingly happy people. I quietly wondered to myself, how many of them actually were? It was a few weeks away from the start of summer, so I was already seeing tons of bikini and beach pictures. That sounded nice, getting away to get a tan and drink cocktails by the pool. That was somebody else’s life, not mine lately.
After choosing to leave my job in talent relations with WWE a year ago, I took an amazing job offer at another company working in marketing. I had considered the move for about a month and finally decided to go for it. I had to get away from the excessive traveling and the grind that went with it. I needed a break from the professional wresting world. If I was perfectly honest with myself, I would have said it was to get away from him.
Antonio Cesaro and I had been an item for almost a year when we had ended things. I was secretly thinking any day he was going to ask me to move in or even more but instead it was the opposite.
We met at a work event. He asked me out that same night and that weekend we had an incredible dinner date together. Cesaro took me to a restaurant I would never be able to afford and let me order anything I wanted without even glancing at the menu. He was charming and funny, and incredibly handsome. I was so struck by his manners and his demeanor. He was unlike any man I had ever dated. We fell in love rather quickly.
When it ended, it ended. We got into an argument about our futures. I wanted something more stable. He wanted to focus on his career; he said I should focus on mine. It seemed like an adult decision, but it didn’t hurt any less. I asked him to reconsider several times, but he said it was best for both of us.
I hadn’t seen him in six months. I hadn’t heard his voice or touched his face or felt his hugs. It still made me sick thinking about it. I had hoped he would reach out, to check on me at the very least but nothing. We still had mutual friends, so I secretly hoped they would pass along the information if he even cared to ask. I inquired about him from time to time. Everyone said he was doing good with little sympathetic smiles on their faces.
A text message on my phone pulled me out of my trance just as I was about to start to spiral.
Hey girl. Looks like we’re in the same city tomorrow night.
It was Charlotte. She was one of my aforementioned friends.
You mean you? Or the roster?
I felt like I might throw up.
Roster...
I was on a work trip and Charlotte knew that. Why hadn’t she mentioned anything before now?
I didn’t even notice until tonight.
It was like she read my mind.
Great! Maybe we can get drinks or something before you leave.
Hope so!
Room service knocked on the door, and I sighed; I wasn’t even hungry anymore.
*
The next afternoon, I decided to leave the hotel for a walk and some coffee before my next meeting. I stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, wrapping my sweater around me. I immediately heard and saw the little group at the reception desk. I recognized several faces inquiring about early check in. I made it pass them unseen and headed for the main door.
Then, there he was.
Antonio.
He casually walked inside. He had a nice duffle bag over his shoulder and was pulling a suitcase behind him. He had on a tight white t-shirt and track pants, clearly had just left a workout. He flipped his sunglasses on top of his head.
I froze. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak.
I would swear I couldn’t breathe, but I must have been somehow.
I just stared at him as he glanced around the lobby. I was silently praying I was invisible, but I wasn’t that lucky.
His eyes met mine and a little smile curved on his mouth.
I took a deep breath and walked toward him.
“Hi,” I smiled back at him.
“Hi.”
I had missed him so much, it actually hurt to look at him for a few seconds.
“Small city,” I laughed nervously.
“I’m not complaining,” he stepped closer to me.
I felt his arms wrap around me in a hug and I silently breathed in as much of his scent as possible. His cologne mixed with the scent of his skin. I felt the warmth of his chest and his arms and I wanted to burst into tears in the middle of the lobby.
I felt his lips plant a kiss on the top of my head. He pulled away, taking all his warmth with him.
“You’re staying here?” he motioned to the elevator.
“Yes, two more nights for work,” I managed to answer.
“Do you have work plans for dinner tonight?”
“No,” I shook my head “But don’t you have work?”
“Late dinner? I know some people who could get us a nice table,” he tilted his head smirking confidently.
“I’d like that,” I nodded “Um, I’m just going out now to get some coffee.”
“Rooms aren’t ready,” Jey Uso walked over to us “Another hour.”
“Do you want some company?” Cesaro turned to me.
“Sure.”
We talked the entire walk to the coffee shop. I filled him in on my new job, and he listened attentively.
“How about you? Anything exciting?” I asked over my iced latte a few minutes later as we sat by a big window facing the city street.
“No,” he shook his head, drinking his espresso.
“Nothing?” I kidded him softly “No romances or...”
“No,” he answered flatly as he sat his cup down on the table.
He seemed annoyed at the question. His fingers danced along the cup; his eyes shifted from me to the table and back.
It was silent for a good fifteen seconds. It was deafening.
“Why didn't you ever call me?”
I blurted it out.
He sighed, sitting back in his seat. He ran his hand over his face and closed his eyes for a second.
“I wanted to, many, many times.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I wanted you to be able to move on,” he leaned up on his elbows on the table, closer to my face “I wanted you to have the life that you wanted.”
“Well, it felt like you didn’t care,” I snipped.
What had started as a warm catch up, was fading quickly as I felt my tears stinging the corners of my eyes. Damn it.
“I did. I still do,” he stared into my eyes “You shouldn’t ever doubt that.”
“Well, you have a funny way of showing it,” I stood up and grabbed my cup off the table.
“Where are you going?”
“I have meetings Antonio,” I felt my whole body shaking and the tears starting to slide down my cheeks.
He stood up, taking hold of my arm lightly and blocking my path.
“Please,” he whispered, “Don’t you ever think that I..."
“I have to go.”
I pushed past him and out onto the sidewalk.
*
Later that night, I was perusing the room service menu again. I hadn’t eaten all day, just the coffee.
I hadn’t heard from him, but why would I? He made it very clear that ignoring me was the best way to deal with me.
I was already in my pajamas for the night, which consisted of plaid pants and an oversized t-shirt. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail and my makeup long removed.
Just as I picked up the phone to call in my order, there was a knock on the door.
I walked to it and peered through the keyhole, a little wary. It was almost 11 pm.
It was him.
He was standing there in one of his suits he often wore after a show. His arms were behind his back.
I opened it slowly.
“We had dinner plans,” he looked at me.
“Yes, I know but I thought after today, that meant they were off.”
He pulled his arm from behind his back to reveal he had a bag of In n Out. A big smile spread across his face.
“You hate fast food,” I smirked.
“Yes, but you like this and you don’t have it back home so...Can I come in?”
I moved to let him in and shut the door.
“I want to apologize for earlier,” he sat down in a chair at the desk “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It's ok,” I sank down on the bed “I’m sorry for questioning you like that.”
“You have every right,” he reached out and took my hand “The truth is, I haven’t been completely honest with you.”
“About?”
He stood up and sat down beside me on the bed. He shifted to face me and I did the same. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. Was this good or bad?
“I still love you,” he breathed out “And I should have never let you leave. I should have found a way to make it all work. That was a job you wanted, and I wanted you to have it.”
“So, this was all for me to have what I wanted?” I moved closer “You said you wanted to be alone to...”
“I lied,” he raised my hand and kissed the back of it “I thought it was best if I removed myself from your life. You were staying for me in a job you hated.”
“What I wanted was you,” I shook my head "The job didn't matter compared to..."
“What you wanted was stability and to not sleep in a hotel room every night. Rightfully so...”
“You hurt me,” I whispered, “I missed you so much and I thought you didn’t give a fuck about me anymore.”
“Shh,” he pulled my face toward him with his hands “It was the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make...”
“It was a stupid one,” I whispered before his mouth met mine.
He kissed me slowly, softly and hungrily all at once. He ran his fingers up to take down my ponytail and play with my hair.
“You belong with me,” he breathed out as our lips finally parted.
He pulled back, taking off his tie and then I helped unbutton his shirt. We stared into each other’s eyes, as each button was undone slowly. I kissed a trail down his bare chest and his hands grabbed up my hair and drew my mouth back to his eager one.
His shirt was discarded by the tie on the floor. He got up on all fours, kissing me and moving me back onto the bed. His big hands slid my t shirt over my head and he then licked and kissed a trail from my neck to my stomach and back again. His fingers pulled on my pants as he mouth found mine.
“Stay with me,” he groaned into my ear “We’ll work something out....Please don’t....don’t leave.”
He hovered over me as he pulled off his pants and boxers. He cupped my face and nuzzled against the side of it.
“I need you,” he whispered before he slowly slid inside of me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing his mouth to mine over and over again as he moved inside me slowly. His hips grinding up against me, my hands running down his toned back.
“Fuck me like you missed me,” I gasped against his ear.
He raised up and smiled at me, before snapping his hips into me much harder. I moaned as he moved faster, the sound of our skin against each other getting louder and louder. He held onto the base of my throat lightly, his other hand lifting my leg higher beside his head and propped on his broad shoulder. He trailed kisses down that leg as he thrusted even harder.
“Oh I missed you,” he bit at my calf softly “Every day you were away from me.”
His thrusts were full of longing and desire and pent-up frustration. He felt so good. We didn't speak, just stared at each other intensely for what felt like forever.
I arched my back and moaned his name just as I felt him still inside me. He groaned and shuddered against me before he fell down over me again.
Cesaro rolled over, pulling me with him and up onto his chest. He kissed my forehead and then my lips. I smiled up at him.
“We’ll make it work?” I whispered, slightly out of breath.
“By any means necessary baby....You still need dinner.”
“Dinner?” I sat up and straddled his waist, grinding softly against him "Who needs that?"
“Perhaps breakfast,” he laughed and pulled me down underneath him again.
