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Falling

Hazel has been in love with Shane for years but he has always been out of her reach. Unable to keep her unrequited love to herself anymore, she decides to leave the company. But when Shane gets the wrong idea, will Hazel be able to make him understand? One Shot.

It had been such a long, long day and Hazel was completely ready for it to be over. Running one hand through her hair, she sat by the computer in her office, finalising the parameters of Rebecca 'Becky Lynch' Quin's new contract. She sat back, fingers pinching her nose to release the tension that was building behind her eyes. She had a long way to go until she was finished, and a migraine was the last thing she wanted to experience.

The sharp sound of the desk phone ringing cut through the silence in the room.

"Hazel McEnroe, Talent Relations," she greeted the caller as she wedged the phone between her shoulder and ear, her attentions more focused on a section of Becky's contract. She hoped her voice sounded upbeat enough to disguise the fatigue that was beginning to creep over her.

"My office. Now!" Shane's stern voice came from the other side of the line followed by the dial tone.

Frowning, Hazel looked at the phone and then replaced it back onto the cradle, gently gnawing on her bottom lip. That wasn't a typical interaction with her boss; he was normally so calm and collected, and he wasn't as rude as that either. His tone sent alarm bells ringing through Hazel.

Rising from her seat, she gently smoothed down the hem of her cream lace summer dress. Throwing on the fitted black blazer than hung across the back of her chair, Hazel saved her work and then popped the computer onto standby, heading out of her office and in the direction of Shane's.

Normally, she and Shane didn't travel but they were amid contract renewals and so they took the road for a few weeks each year to make negotiations with the talent run smoother. Having been in this arena a few times, Shane always picked the same room as his makeshift office. Hazel walked the familiar path through the winding corridors in search of it. She knocked once on the door after reaching the room and she heard his curt "Come in," from her side of the door.

His office was decorated rather neutral; cream walls and a dark grey carpet that at some point in time had had a rather thick pile but was now threadbare. The walls were bare except for a couple of old movie posters that had been framed and hung before the show rolled into town.

"You wanted to see me?" Hazel asked as she closed the door behind her, turning to face Shane, raising one eyebrow when she saw the pinched expression on his face. He was perched on the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his chest, legs crossed at the ankles. He wore a light blue shirt, open at the collar, some dark jeans and a pair of his favourite Nike sneakers in blue and white.

"Cathy Corino called," Shane said. "She asked when your last day with WWE was. Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked.

Hazel let out a sigh and reached down to fiddle with the large wood effect cuff bracelet she wore on her wrist.

She had put out feelers a few weeks ago to several other companies and when nothing had come of it, she had put it to the back of her mind and gotten on with her current job. She certainly hadn't expected Shane to call her in here and demand answers from her.

"I- "

Hazel opened her mouth to speak but Shane got there first, effectively cutting off anything she had to say.

"I didn't know that you weren't happy here," he cut her off with a clear hint of sadness in his voice. "And, if I'm being honest, I'm kind of hurt," he pushed himself to his feet and Hazel gulped at the new height difference between them. "I thought that we'd known each other long enough to be able to talk to one another, that if you had a problem that you could speak to me about it."

"I can talk to you -" Hazel tried.

"Evidently not," Shane laughed without humour. He let out a breath and shook his head at the brunette

Shane scratched the side of his head using his index finger.

Wracking her mind, Hazel tried to find something that she could say to him, something that would logically explain why she was considering leaving her dream job. But there wasn't anything she could say except the truth, and that was not a card she was willing to play.

"Look, Shane," Hazel started, reaching up to rub the back of her neck with one hand. Her hair was secured in a French twist and several strands had come loose at the back, sticking to the clammy skin of her neck. "I should have approached you about this, it's not something that I wanted you to be blindsided by. But it's also not something that I thought would amount to anything. I just put out a couple of feelers," she explained.

Shane pushed his tongue around in his mouth. "Any particular reason why you thought to put feelers out? Has something happened?"

Hazel swallowed nervously, now cupping her neck with her palm. "I just…I just think that it's time for a bit of a change," she shrugged, hoping her non-committal tone would cover what she was desperately trying not to say.

Shane swallowed thickly, his mouth becoming dry suddenly. He was completely lost for words. He could tell that something was niggling under the surface and that Hazel wasn't telling him the truth. But he couldn't exactly force her to talk to him. He thought of Hazel as his protegee; someone who he had coordinated with and coached through the business, and he had never thought he would see the day when she would leave him.

"I guess that there's nothing I can do to change your mind?" he asked the only question that he could think of.

Hazel met his eyes once more and she felt her stomach fluttering.

"No. I've made up my mind, Shane. I will stay on until you find someone to replace me, though."

Shane walked around to the other side of his desk and braced his hands upon it.

"Honestly, I'm not sure I'll find someone that could ever replace you, Hazel," he told her. "I'll make sure Cathy gets your reference."

Raking her teeth over her bottom lip, Hazel tried to force her emotions back down. Shane wasn't the type of guy who liked overwhelming displays of emotion. He liked to keep things business at work and any personal thoughts of feelings remained separate from the WWE.

"I'll have my notice on your desk by the end of night."

Taking a sip of her second gin of the night from her glass, Hazel sighed and sat back in the large booth she had claimed as her own. The hotel bar was currently quiet; only herself in the booth and a few people at the bar. Leaning her head back, she let out a deep sated sigh, closing her eyes and relishing in the small buzz that the gin was already affording her. Reaching up, she ran a hand through her now loose brown hair, massaging her root ache away.

A hand grazed her shoulder and she jumped, opening her eyes to see Jeff Hardy standing over her. She smiled at him, holding her palm out, inviting him to sit down.

"Hey," she said, reaching for her glass once more. "How are you?"

"Not bad, how are you, darlin'?" he replied, taking a seat at the opposite side of the booth from Hazel. He had freshly showered after the show and his damp multicoloured hair was pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck. He now wore a pair of jeans and a hoodie and the air around Hazel was tinted with the scent of peppermint. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the fresh smell.

"I've had better days," she shrugged, her index finger tracing a line around the outer rim of her glass.

"So, I hear you're leaving us, eh?" he asked in his quiet southern drawl, a grin forming on his lips.

"Ha!" Hazel laughed, her eyes crinkling with mirth. She rolled her eyes, reaching for her glass and downing the rest of the gin before plucking one of the raspberries out of the glass and popping it in her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully before responding. "News travels fast around here. Why am I not surprised?" she added rhetorically. "I literally put my notice on Shane's desk, like, an hour ago," she protested, wondering how everyone managed to find out each other's business.

"Why? I thought you were happy here," Jeff asked, folding his arms across his chest as he sat back in the booth.

"I am happy," Hazel sighed sadly.

"So why are you leaving?" Jeff sat forward, his tattooed hand covering hers. "You don't belong at Shimmer, Hazel, you belong here. With us. You know if you just told him, none of this would matter."

"Absolutely not," Hazel shook her head. "What?" she asked when Jeff raised his eyebrows at her. "Tell him I'm hot for the boss? I'm such a walking fucking cliché! C'mon, Jeff," she shook her head. Hazel leaned forwards, bracing her chin on the palm of the hand that Jeff wasn't holding.

"So, you'd rather walk away from your dream job, your friends, your family?!" Jeff insisted. "For what?"

"To spare myself and Shane of the embarrassment," she laughed. "It's just a stupid crush and I know that once I'm away from the company that it will disappear," she said adamantly.

"You've been in love with Shane for years, Hazel. You can't fool me."

Hazel made a noise in the back of her throat.

"I've made up my mind. I appreciate everything that you're trying to do but there's nothing you can say that will change my mind," she replied, pushing herself up from the table. "You've been a good friend to me, Jeff," she moved closer to him. "Don't lose touch when I'm not here."

Jeff stood up. He was a head and shoulders above Hazel despite her being in heels. His arms wrapped securely around her and Hazel pressed her chin onto his shoulder, her hands cradling the back of his head.

"I'm gonna miss you, darlin'" Jeff told her, pulling back to press his lips to her cheek.

"Me too," Hazel sniffed, pulling away from him before she cried. "But I'm not leaving for a bit so we'll say a proper goodbye whenever that might be. For now," Hazel said, pressing her hands to Jeff's hoodie covered arms, "I am going to bed. It's been a long, long day," she sighed with a smile. Stepping back, she picked up her bag and headed for the exit of the bar.

Hazel was the only occupant of the elevator on the way up to the 12th floor. She grimaced at the tinny sounding music that was playing inside the box and breathed a sigh of relief when she got out at her floor. As she paced down the corridor, Hazel was surprised to see that she wasn't the only occupant on her floor.

"Shane," she greeted him with a tired, wary smile. "You're pacing. Is something wrong? What's happened?" she asked, worried at the look on his face when he stopped pacing and turned to face her.

"We need to talk," he replied.

"Shane, it's been a really long day. Can we talk tomorrow?"

All Hazel could picture was her bed and how blissful it would be to close her eyes. She wanted to be anywhere but in that corridor with Shane at that moment.

"Nope. Now," he motioned to her door. "I-I have something to say and I need to get it off my chest."

"O-Okay," Hazel stuttered, reaching out to unlock the door with her key card. She felt apprehensive now, worried about what Shane wanted to tell her. When she'd last laid eyes on him, she'd placed her notice on his desk. He'd been on a corporate call, and when she knocked on his door, he'd simply motioned for her to place it down and leave. Now, here he was, pacing in front of her hotel room, looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Going inside, the brunette turned on all the lights and just as she was heading to open the balcony door to air the room, Shane spoke.

"Is Hardy the reason you're leaving?" he blurted out. "Do you love him?"

Hazel spun around. "What?" she asked, incredulously. "Why would you even-"

"I saw you. I saw the two of you in the bar," he was pacing again. "The way he was touching you and I saw you kiss him."

"On the fucking cheek!" Hazel snapped, through with listening to him. "And just what the bloody hell were you doing watching us?"

Shane stopped pacing, turning to look at Hazel. He narrowed his eyes slightly at the tone she had used with him. The air was thick with the tension crackling between them. This was a new dynamic for both.

"I was passing by the bar. I just saw-"

"You saw nothing! You saw two friends saying goodbye to each other after working together for a long time. And you thought that was enough to come up here and-"

"Do you love him or not, Hazel?!" Shane interrupted her, his tone furious.

"Are you fucking serious?! You come up here, pacing in front of my door like a bear with a sore head, accusing me of being in love with Jeff Hardy? He's fucking married, Shane! Is that the kind of person you think I am? You think I just break up marriages? I thought you knew me! I thought what we had went beyond you being my boss! I thought we were friends!" Hazel spat.

Opening his mouth, Shane tried to respond but Hazel got here first.

"I can't believe you are this fucking dense either. For someone who is so high up in this multi-billion-dollar business, you really can't see what's going on right in front of your eyes, can you?" she demanded, watching as he frowned his confusion. "It's you! I love you, Shane!" she finally confessed. "I love you so fucking much that I can't bear to work for you anymore because it hurts seeing you every day knowing that I will never have you," she cried, pushing past him, walking to the door. Hazel grabbed the door handle and opened it, turning back to Shane. "I am leaving my friends, leaving a place I love to work, giving up my dream job because I'm such a damn cliché – I fell for my boss. Everything was fine when you were married, I handled it, because despite what you apparently think of me, I'm not the type of person who breaks up a marriage. So, if you're through insulting me and ruining what is left of our friendship, I would appreciate it if you got the hell out of my room!" she continued, using her free hand to point to the corridor."

Shane was rooted to the spot, shocked by the outburst from one of his closest work colleagues and friends. He was struggling to process everything she had said to him, his head was spinning. He walked towards Hazel, his eyes roving over, her shoulders taught, her face frowning with anger. He stopped in front of her. Meeting his eye, Hazel shivered when Shane ran the rough pad of his thumb along her bottom lip.

"Say it again," he rasped.

"What? Get out!" Hazel tried, her lips moving against his thumb. Shane tugged at her bottom lip, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. This was a new sound from him, something she had imagined so many times but had never heard. Knowing what he wanted to hear, Hazel flushed and pulled her shoulders back. "Shane, I lo-"

The words hadn't even left her mouth before his lips met hers in a hard, bruising, teeth-gnashing kiss. The breath was knocked from Hazel's body and her back met the wall, the door slamming closed she let go of the handle to loop her arms around Shane's waist, her fingers gripping his shirt at the back. She kissed him back, their tongues fighting for dominance which Shane easily won. His fingers were threaded through her hair and he used this to his advantage, enabling him to turn her head any which way he pleased.

Hazel's head was swimming; from the gin, from her anger at Shane and from his kisses. He broke away from her mouth, trailing open mouthed kisses down her throat, where he bit down gently on her pulse point. Hazel's breath hitched and her hands moved to work the buttons on his shirt, unlooping each one as Shane focused on her neck. He pulled her away from the wall and slid her jacket down her arms, dropping it to the floor. He brought his mouth back to hers, capturing her lips in another hard kiss and Hazel felt his fingers working at the belt around the waist of her dress. It clunked as it fell to the floor and Shane began to guide her backwards towards the bed.

Hazel pushed his now open shirt from his shoulders, letting it drop somewhere on the floor. Her hands ran up his bare chest, nails gently scraping through the light chest hair she found. Breaking away from Shane, she turned around, glancing over her shoulder at him.

"Unzip me," she husked, her voice thick. Taking a step closer, Shane gripped the zip and tugged it down, peeling the cream fabric back to reveal a silky black bra and matching lacy briefs, cut high around each toned ass cheek. The dress dropped to the floor and Hazel stepped out of it, kicking it off to the side. Shane's chest met her back and Hazel ground her hips back against him, feeling him hard against her back. Her mouth opened and she panted as Shane attached his mouth to the side of her neck once more. He wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tightly against him, whilst his other hand slipped down to her core, his fingers grazing her through the lace of her underwear.

"Fuck, Shane!" she cried.

"You make the sweetest sounds," Shane whispered, tugging on her ear lobe with his teeth. Hazel keened, bucking her hips against his hand.

Suddenly, Hazel was spun around and Shane lifted her, her legs hooking around his waist. She giggled as he dropped her on the bed and she bounced with the force. Looking up at him as he stood over her in just his jeans, his pupils blown with lust, Hazel didn't think she'd ever been more turned on in her life. She bit her bottom lip as she sat up, unhooking her bra and sliding it off. Shane let out an involuntary groan as her breasts were revealed to him, nipples pulled taut by the cool air in the room. She dropped the bra at his feet before her hand reached out to palm him through his jeans. Shane took a breath through his nose, his head tipping back as Hazel unzipped his jeans and tugged them down, his cock bouncing free. He toed off his shoes, socks and his jeans as Hazel began to stroke him with her hand. Leaning forward, she teasingly ran her tongue up the entire underside, smiling when Shane groaned from above.

"You're everything I imagined...and more," she grinned, enjoying the effect she was having on him.

"You imagined this?" Shane asked, reaching out a hand to push Hazel's bangs back so that he could see her face.

"Every damn day," she confessed before tipping her head, opening her mouth to suck his length in. Shane's hips jerked forward and his fingers slid into her hair. He was gripping the strands tightly and this told her he was enjoying what she was doing. Opening her mouth wider, Hazel took in more of him, allowing him to thrust his hips forward until he hit the back of her throat. She bobbed her head, moving up and down his length, allowing Shane to control her movements with his hands in her hair. She glanced up at him, watching his head tip back, mouth open in pleasure.

Shane pulled her off him and his dick left her mouth with a pop.

He leaned down, kissing her sloppily as he pushed her back on the bed.

"I gotta to taste you," Shane told her, kissing down her body, pulling a nipple into his mouth as he went. Hazel arched her back as Shane's mouth blazed a trail down her body. He stripped her off her underwear and parted her legs, settling himself between them. "You're soaked," Shane said, sounding proud. "Is this what I do to you?"

"Yes," Hazel hissed out, throwing her head back as he swiped his tongue up her seam, the tip dancing around her clit before he pulled it into his mouth to suck. Shane buried his tongue inside her, flicking all the right spots. Her orgasm crept up quickly and then hit her like a ton of bricks. Shane gripped her thighs, holding her down as she rode out her pleasure against his mouth.

"You taste so good," he kissed his way back up her body. "I can't wait to find out what you feel like," his mouth formed a sexy grin before he kissed her again. Hazel could taste herself on his tongue, but it only served to turn her on even more.

Shane dragged his mouth down, snagging one of her nipples again with his lips and sucking it into his mouth. He laved it with his tongue, lacing the fingers of one hand with Hazel's other. He pumped his dick with his free hand, sliding inside her in one smooth go. Hazel let out a low moan, using her free hand to pull Shane's face back up to hers. Their lips met again and Hazel bit down on his bottom lip. Shane grabbed her other hand, lacing his fingers with it and pressing both of her hands against the mattress above her head. His thrusts were particularly hard, their hips snapping together each time. Tipping her head to the side, Shane buried his face in her neck, breathing harshly as he gripped her hands tighter. Hazel's nails dug into the back of his hands.

"Harder, Shane," she panted. His chest rubbed against hers, creating a delicious friction between them. Hazel wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. She could feel her orgasm approaching once more and she cried out as she clamped down around him.

Shane cursed under his breath, loving the feel of Hazel around him but not wanting it to end so soon.

"Cum for me, Shane," Hazel whispered in his ear, still quivering through her own orgasm but desperate to feel him let go inside of her. He held their hands down with even more pressure as a guttural groan left his mouth and he emptied himself inside of Hazel.

Thrusting a few more times before pulling out, Shane fell to the side of her, the two of them lying side-by-side, both breathless.

Feeling sore but thoroughly ravished, Hazel started laughing and before he knew it, Shane was joining in. Hazel turned to him, propping herself up on one elbow.

"Why haven't we done that before?" Shane asked, tugging a piece of her hair and wrapping it around his finger.

"You were married," Hazel told him, lowering her eyes. She reached out, lightly grazing his chest with a fingernail.

"I haven't been married for a while," Shane admitted. "And my marriage was over a long time before my divorce."

"I still would never have interfered. Besides, I didn't think you were interested in that way," Hazel blushed.

Shane reached out, tipping her chin up with his forefinger, so that she would meet his gaze. Since knowing her, this was one of the few moments that he'd ever seen Hazel appear shy in.

"Who wouldn't be interested in you?" he asked, rhetorically. "You're beautiful," he husked, his finger moving lower to graze around one of Hazel's nipples. Biting her bottom lip, Hazel closed her eyes in satisfaction. Moving his hand up, Shane wrapped his palm around Hazel's neck. He pulled her towards him, her face hovering over his. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze. "I love you," he whispered. "I think I've loved you for longer than I care to admit."

They shared another kiss, tongues lazily dancing together.

"Does this mean you'll stay?"

Hazel grinned. "Oh, I don't know. I put my notice on the boss' desk earlier. I'm not sure if I can take it back."

"I have connections. I'm sure we can work something out," he laughed, pulling her in for another kiss