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The Hanging Tree (Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley x OFC)

Summary: Are you, are you comin' to the tree? Where they strung up a man, they say, who murdered three — She is on a path looking for war as her fate foretold. And he has war within him. Both, thirsty for vengeance, justice and blood.

Words: 15k. Trigger Warning/s: Toxic Display of Masculinity, Implied and not so Implied Harassment, Healthy Display of Masculinity, Sheamus is a Special Guest in this Chapter - and also SheamusxDrew it's Canon in my everything, do not come for me -, Fluff, Jealousy, Dean Acting Possessive and Dumb, Smut, Semi-Public Smut (?) - this time it's actually happening because I felt like writing it and the scene it's steamy, hi -, Dirty Talk, Threatening Behaviour and Harassment pt.2, Verbal Abuse, Violence, both Dean and Valkyrie are Unhinged by the end sorry not sorry Tags: my lovely @hirunoka and honorary mention to @literaryuppsala, thank you both for all the support 💕Let me know if you'd like to be added 🌻

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Chapter 7 - Oxytocin.

Part I.

Valkyrie was far from being used to that kind of world and lifestyle.

Yes, she knew what it meant to work with the stylists. Every time she was expected to go on ring, she was required to wear her full costume gear and makeup. But she always thought about that as preparing for battle. It wasn’t what she was used to back home, far from it, but it was as easy as getting used to the cameras always rolling. She understood what it meant to have a brand and to carry a character in everything, may that be fighting skills or costumes. She was legitimate and her fight was always true, it didn’t mean that she couldn’t get used to the spectacle of it.

But that evening was different.

That evening was made of champagne, limousine rides and red carpets. It was splendid and opulent, making her feel just like a Hollywood movie star, chased by the paparazzi, dressed to impress and ready for a scandal.

The gala was hosted inside an art gallery set up for the party. There were huge, glimmering, crystal chandeliers hanging from painted ceilings and small orchestra groups playing live in every room. The guests lingered around, chit-chatting and indulging in the drinks and food offered by the catering.

Every guest was dressed for the event. The men were wearing elegant tuxedos and polished shoes, while the women wore the most beautiful dresses in the most varied range of colours and shapes, all adorned by sparkly, precious jewels. All looking as beautiful as royalty.

Not every guest was a wrestler, she didn’t recognise many faces in the crowd, but between those who she did recognise she was so surprised to notice that even the roughest, angriest, most violent fighters were all polished and dressed up.

Valkyrie herself had to admit she felt like she was someone else, as she found herself floating in such a different reality from what she was used to. She could, for once, pretend to be just a princess. Her garments certainly carried such an impression.

She was wearing the most beautiful dress she had ever seen in her entire existence, made with the finest materials and greatest craftsmanship. It was the colour of stormy clouds hovering over agitated seas, made of tulle softly falling along her figure, enriched by sparkly, floral embroilments. The soft, elegant beauty of it was opposed by the harder-looking corset caging her torso, made to look like a piece of silvery armour, connected by many, thin, silvery chains to a chest and shoulder piece covered in silver and light blue rhinestones.

As soon as her stylist showed it to her, she was gone for it. Never in her life had she thought she could fall in love with a dress, and yet, she had to change her mind. Even if her team had set aside some other choices, there was no game, as soon as Valkyrie had seen it, that was it.

Wearing it around became her entire purpose and the only reason why she decided not to oppose going to the gala.

That was a dress that deserved to be worn, carried around, shown off and danced in.

Her look was finished with an elegant headpiece inspired by her ring costume. The two wings to the side of her head were made of real, white feathers covered in thin rhinestones that recalled the colours of her dress and makeup.

She felt invincible wearing it – and with no other problem whatsoever in her life but the drama she felt she needed to cause just because of it. To the point that even while parading in front of the cameras by the entrance of the gallery, she found herself posing. Her vanity and self-confidence had taken over, bringing her to feel the visceral need to be looked at.

By the time she stepped into the building, following the marble steps covered in a stream of red velvet, Valkyrie was literally glowing. She was the embodiment of ethereal beauty and she wasn’t afraid to show it.

Someone by the door passed her a leaflet containing the evening program and after that, Valkyrie was left to roam free the different rooms waiting for the gala dinner to start.

She didn’t know enough people to have interest in mingling so she decided to take that chance to explore the art that place had to offer since it was on display for them.

It was a good enough way to spend time, blending into the crowd and enjoying how alive her surroundings felt. Life could be felt flowing in every room. It was in the soft classical music and in the loud chattering and murmuring of the crowd, broken by the occasional distant burst of laughter. It was in the noise of flutes clinking or bottles popping, and in the smell of canapés. In every corner the air was so charged with energy, it was inebriating.

For once, being submerged by such display of life, Valkyrie found herself grateful to be there to witness it.

A small sigh left her chest and a tranquil smile nested on her lips as she observed the shameless brush strokes on a painting representing a young beautiful naked woman lost in the arms of a knight.

Valkyrie dared to look at the details of the painting, only in appearance supposed to picture a soft, secret moment between lovers. She knew exactly how the woman in the painting must have felt, with a hot, running heart and heavy, empty loins. Breathless and abandoned to the will of her chosen one. Passion was wild, not sweet, it was something that paintwork couldn’t hide.

“You should definitely dress like this all day, every day,”

A shiver crossed her back, making her jerk. Her eyelids immediately fell heavier on her eyes as she naturally moved towards that voice. It wasn’t even the familiar warmth of his tone that got her, it was his sudden closeness as if he had just materialised from the very fabric of her fantasies.

Dean stood just behind her, so close it was dangerous and prohibited, but also electrifying. She left any trace of common sense at the hotel room. It was a lost battle even before she started it. So, she quickly decided there and then that she had no intention to fight either him or the warm desire already distending under her skin, making her stomach curl and her heart flatter.

She decided to blame the dress.

“All day?” She wondered, sending him a playful look, not even trying to hide what was supposed to be concealed in the flirty sarcasm in between her words.

And Dean was ready to bite. “Well-” his eyes became darker, his gaze sharper, as he looked at her in such a direct, shameless way, making her feel naked under his eyes, “maybe not.”

Valkyrie took a long moment to study his figure. He was astonishingly handsome, more beautiful than he had ever been before, so polished and elegant. And he knew it. There was extreme confidence, maybe a touch of arrogance too, in the way he stood, willingly basking under her eyes. No trace of timidity. He looked like a dream, with his hair pulled back and face clean-shaven, and with his black tux fitting his fame perfectly.

His charm hit her like a thick wave, washing over her and dragging her down towards him. There was no escape. There was no solace, no peace.

It wasn’t that she had forgotten all the reasons why they shouldn't have been together. It was that she didn't care.

The dress made her selfish and inconsiderate. It made her reckless. And she desperately wanted to be lost in his arms just like the woman in the painting.

She didn't even try to fight it because she knew she wouldn't have won. And it was just much sweeter to raise her white flag from the beginning, with no losses or suffering.

Valkyrie unashamedly ran a hand on the satin collar of his jacket. “You too, by the way. You look breathtaking.”

“You’d want me to wear this crap all day, every day?”

“Oh, yes,” Valkyrie pretended to brush something off his shoulder only to get the chance to lean closer to him and whisper in his ear, “I’d want you to fuck me all day, every day, in these clothes.”

“You’d like that, uh?” His cocky smirk was so handsome she pardoned his arrogance.

She bit down on her lower lip giving him a long, slow look. “I would, baby.”

Dean rolled his eyes, purring, not even doing as much as trying to hide how much he was wrapped around her finger. “Tell me, how am I supposed to stay away from you?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” She dared to openly challenge him.

Dean just looked at her, hesitating only a moment, before releasing a soft hiss, and turning away. “You're such a tease. You’re driving me insane.” His deep voice was soft but vibrated under a shiver that made him squeeze his fists. Dean took a step back.

Valkyrie smiled, extremely satisfied by his words. She enjoyed imagining that what was bothering him was his extreme attempt to try and keep his hands off her.

Gods, she wanted him to lose his control so badly.

“I mean it.” She dared, fighting against the need to slide closer to him. Instead, she looked around, only to make sure they weren’t attracting attention.

Thankfully they were blending well in the crowd. It was easy to feel like they were hidden and unseen when they were covered by the strangers surrounding them.

Her words attracted Dean’s attention and, as she caught the look he shot her, they both stood looking at each other for a very long moment.

Studying his features, Valkyrie could see his uncertainty breaking through, softening his ego. And with that, she was under the impression he could be holding his breath.

“I thought you were set on your decision.”

“I still want you to ruin me, Dean. Maybe I don’t want to fight against it anymore.”

“Against what?”

He hung from her lips. There was no reason for her to explain further, but he clearly wanted to hear her say it.

“I can’t fight how much I need you.” She said it as if that was the easiest thing to reveal. As if it was so obvious and predictable.

Dean broke eye contact. He puffed his chest as his gaze moved all around them. He was making sure they were still unnoticed. He was looking out for her. The idea that he could still be protecting her best interest, still respecting whatever wish she expressed when she pushed him away, despite hurting him, made her fall to her knees for such a man.

“You only ever need to ask.” He finally said, sliding his sharp gaze on her.

The blue of his irises was darkened. The way he looked at her made her blood boil.

“Well, consider it a request, then.”

“Who are you and what did you do to my Eir?” He wondered, jokingly. His sudden soft sarcasm broke the tension raising between them.

Valkyrie didn’t even know why or what got into her. And it didn’t matter. All the reasons why she pushed him away didn’t mean anything now, it was as if it was all so unimportant. She knew she had to protect him. And she intended to keep doing it. But it didn’t seem as important as being close to him.

She needed him desperately, but her desire wasn’t only physical. Which was both the problem and the dealbreaker.

She wanted his noble heart. She wanted his wild soul. She wanted his ravaging madness. She wanted him and everything he was and represented. Spending a moment longer pretending they were strangers was like withering slowly.

The truth was that missing him was more painful and scarier than the idea of putting him in danger. All the ifs and maybes that kept floating in her mind, gnawing at her brain and heart, never leaving her a second of peace, made it impossible for her to actually find a good reason to justify spending another second away from him.

“Valkyrie! There you are!”

She was startled by a third voice that broke in between them. Dean too froze. With a soft gasp, she looked around, slightly alarmed.

As she focused on Sylvia, who stood by them, Valkyrie felt a shot of annoyance vibrate through her chest as she tried her best not to growl like a beast against the woman. Though she didn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes.

She knew what was to come, and she had to think about a smart way to wiggle her way out of that situation very quickly. Though, when she was the victim of her emotions, Valkyrie was rarely smart. Her instinct was stronger than her brain.

“Hi, Sylvia, what is it?”

“I need to introduce you to someone,” the woman explained briefly just before she looked at Dean, scrutinizing his look from head to toe. “And Ambrose,” Sylvia’s features bent under pure contempt, “I barely recognised you.”

Dean winked at her, pulling the cockiest smirk. “Even us lunatics are allowed to dress up, sometimes.”

“Yeah-” Sylvia was still looking up and down at him, “a tie doesn’t cover up craziness.”

Valkyrie ground her teeth, instinctively stepping in front of Dean, letting her protective side show. She even pushed a hand on his chest, sliding her fingers under his jacket, asserting possession and intimacy over him. “That’s more than enough.”

Sylvia sent her a judgemental look. “What do you think you’re doing? I thought the problem was taken care of.”

“Oh, I did take care of it.”

Valkyrie wasn’t thinking clearly. She was driven by her emotions, feeling the need to rebel against the constrictions that she had been put under. And that most definitely wasn’t the smartest thing to do.

Turning towards Dean and grabbed him by the tie, pulling him into a kiss.

It was freeing. And it was selfish. It was like she had something to prove. And, at the same time, it was like breaking all the rules, even against her own better judgement, taking what she wanted. What she deserved.

Because she wasn't only kissing him to be mischievous or to get a reaction from Sylvia doing something so prohibited and frowned upon. She was kissing him because it was what she wanted to do. She was kissing him for the simplest reason of them all: he made her happy. He filled her world. He gave her purpose.

Spending another second denying it was a terrible waste of time.

Maybe she would have regretted it in the morning. But it didn't matter, she was ready to go through another heartbreak, even if it meant hurting him again. If that was the case, she would have welcomed the known loneliness and pain like an old friend.

Dean didn’t oppose her. He was surprised at first, but his lips were extremely welcoming. His hands easily found her hips, sliding across the sides of her corset. Although she really wanted it, she didn’t give him the chance to wrap her in a hug. With her point proven, she gave him a little push, turning towards Sylvia.

A satisfied, chaotic smile curled her lips. “So, who do I need to meet?”

Sylvia was shocked and offended as her eyes jumped from her to Dean and back. The anger rising behind her eyes was only a tickle on Valkyrie’s skin.

She turned to Dean, bending elegantly. Still brushing a hand on his chest in an unashamedly personal way, she offered him a warm, honest smile. "Find me later?"

"You bet, angel." He winked at her, bending his head, giving her a glimpse of a smile full of dimples.

Thinking about it, she didn't have to follow Sylvia.

She didn't have to be there at all. She had about a million ideas to better fill her time with things to do with and to Dean, than spending a minute longer at the gala.

That was the moment Sylvia grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away as if she read her thoughts on her face.

"What are you doing with him, Valkyrie?"

"Wasn't it obvious? Want me to be more specific? ‘Cause I can be." She didn't even think to be polite. Holding her tongue wasn't something she was used to doing.

And not in front of Sylvia. Whatever power she thought she had over her it was nothing compared to what Valkyrie was and could do.

"You can't be with Ambrose. I thought we talked about this-"

Valkyrie stopped their march, pulling herself off Sylvia's grip.

The look she lowered on the woman was as cold as ice, detached, severe and extremely violent. "Say anything bad about him and I swear to all the Æsir that I will hurt you in unhuman ways." Her gaze was lit by the anger of her warning.

"Why are you fighting me? I'm trying to do what's best for you, you foolish girl."

To Sylvia's grumbling, Valkyrie raised her head and widened her shoulders looking dangerous. "I am not a girl. I am a Valkyrie. I am a deity. Do not forget that. I will do what’s best for me. And you? You can leave any time if you don’t like it.”

“This is not a matter of liking it. I know you take things personally, but, at the end of the day, you are doing a job. It’s business.”

“Great. Then let’s keep it professional, shall we?” Valkyrie raised a hand in the air, taking control over the situation. “Stay out of my personal life. Who I decide to share my bed with it’s not your concern. Whether I decide to get personal with Dean is not your concern. And you better keep your opinions about him to yourself. I care deeply about him; do just as much as give him the side eye and I won’t be happy. Are we understood?”

Finally, as Valkyrie spoke, Sylvia lowered her eyes. Her nod was quick, but firm.

Before the woman would even begin to say anything apologetic or otherwise, Valkyrie raised her chin.

“Back to business then, who do you want me to meet?”

Sylvia looked suddenly nervous about it, looking around and fidgeting with her little purse, swinging her weight from one foot to the other. “A possible investor.”

“Ok,” Valkyrie did her best to appear as relaxed as she could. Her fair features softly distended as she slid her hands on her tulle skirt as if she was ironing it out, in reality, she was only trying to rise above. Feeling the dress helped give her confidence. “Why?”

“He is a fan. He is looking into supporting you, but he’d really like to meet you first.”

“Here we go again with the show horse business I guess.”

“Uh?”

“Nothing. Fine, let’s go then. Bring me to him.”

Part II.

Valkyrie had regretted every single one of her choices the second she realised what it meant to go and meet said investor.

Sylvia was all over him for the very valid reason of how much money he could, potentially, pour into her name and into the company. He was there, that evening, for that specific reason – as he had said himself multiple times, gloating about how rich he was – he was going to donate a big sum to the charity, but, more importantly, by his own words, he wanted to get the chance to meet his wrestling heroes.

So, very quickly into the first few moments of introductions, it was made very clear to Valkyrie that she was not only expected but required to spend the evening by his side. And she was to enjoy it.

They had even put her sitting next to him during the dinner event.

She should have left with Dean the moment she thought about it. She could have been rolling in the sheets with him, right now, being lost in unconditional pleasure. Or they could have spent their evening running around town wearing their gala looks, talking about their lives and eating disgusting, greasy food. Whatever her mind decided to fantasise about, was much, much sweeter than being pushed into spending the rest of the evening with some other guy only to basically sell herself to him.

He wasn’t even pleasant. He was loud and full of himself, and not in a good way. Every time he spoke, he expected people to pay attention to him because he was convinced whatever he was saying was of the most importance. He made jokes that weren’t funny but liked to see people laughing around him. He kept using his riches as a valid personality trait to impress everyone when the only thing Valkyrie felt was boredom.

She had met farmers with more valuable hearts and minds than him, or more humble kings.

The worst part of it all was that he seemed to be under the assumption to have conquered her. He dared to touch her every now and then, may that be brushing his fingers on her arm or fully placing a hand on her back, never once asking permission. And many were the inappropriate comments he sent her way. He acted as if he owned her already.

Which didn’t help his case. Valkyrie had decided she didn’t want to have anything to do with such a person. She didn’t need his money or publicity. Not when it meant he was under the impression he could control her.

She would have already left, if it hadn’t been for the fact that he threatened multiple times to sue Sylvia and her entire team since he had paid a lot of money to get the privilege to spend that evening with her.

It’s not like she couldn’t leave anyway. She surely wasn’t scared of such an insignificant man. But she didn’t want other people to be in trouble. He certainly looked like the kind of man who would wreak havoc if wronged.

She thought she just needed to get through the evening, hoping to be rescued, somehow.

She held a thin glass filled with a mocktail in between her fingers, boringly looking over to the centre of the large dining room where, after dinner had been served, a big space was created so people could dance elegantly, following the orchestra, waiting for the charity announcements to start.

“And that’s when I told them that I didn’t care if the Queen of England wanted that piece for her collection, I was the one who would have won it. And now there’s a priceless statue embellishing my living room.” His chest was so puffed up she thought he could explode.

But that would have been good for her. Sweet release.

The man looked at her like he was expecting something from her, so just then Valkyrie realised that she was supposed to answer in some way. With a little delay to be a natural response, she pushed a fake smile out, pretending to be impressed. “That is incredible! Must be a hell of a view.”

“You know,” he began, daring to slide closer to her. He pulled an arm on the back of her chair, wrapping it around her shoulders, resting his hand on the other side of her. She froze, realising she was caged and couldn’t move away without risking causing a scene. “I could show it to you.”

“Show me?”

“Yeah. The statue. In my living room. I think you’d like it.” His gaze became suddenly turbid. The way he looked at her made her feel so dirty she needed a shower.

Valkyrie had to push the disgust deep down inside of her not to risk gagging in his face.

“And I think there would be other things you might like,” he wasn’t done, even when his point was perfectly clear.

Funny how she would have let the right man whisper to her ear the most horrid, degrading, perverted things he wanted to do to her and be desperately turned on. But just as easily, the wrong man could only attempt and succeed to disgust her.

“I am sorry, I don’t think I understand.” She pretended to be naïve, only in the hope that he would think about what he was doing and stop. Valkyrie moved back a bit, trying to find some space from him.

“Oh, c’mon. You know what I mean,” the smile he was giving out was as confident as it was disgusting. Unbelievable that he could think women could fall for such behaviour at all. “I’ve never been with a woman like you. So big and strong.” Somehow his words didn’t sound like a compliment at all. The look he traced across her figure made her want to vomit. “I’d love to add you to my collection.” He traced a circle on her shoulder with his index.

Valkyrie was shaken by a cold shiver. It sounded like he was ready to fuck her in a despicable way, and she wasn’t at all allowed to enjoy it, just to then store her on a shelf for the rest of eternity. That time she didn’t hide her disgust. That was the moment she thought a line was crossed.

She pushed a hand out, moving away from him, and turned her head away breaking eye contact, clearly imposing a solid wall between them. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Well, why not?”

“This is inappropriate,” she pleaded at first, trying to be as polite as possible, “please, stop.”

“The hell I’m going to stop. Do you like being chased, uh? Fine.”

“No, Mr Malone. Believe me when I say in the politest way possible that I am not interested.”

“Why? Are you into chicks or something?”

She jerked to his question fighting against the need to slap him. “It is not your concern, sir.”

“Because it can be arranged. If you rather be with a woman, I’d be happy to watch.”

Valkyrie looked around, the sudden frost of panic flooding her blood. Their table was empty, all the other couples had gone dancing or mingling. And no one else seemed to be close enough, or paying attention to them, to notice she was in desperate need of being rescued.

“I said no, Mr Malone.” This time, there was no space for politeness.

He chuckled. She could have been honking like a goose right now, it wouldn’t have made a difference to his understanding.

“Do you think a no had stopped me before?”

An icy shard crossed her heart. Valkyrie lost colour in her face as the implication of his words became knowledge and vivid images in her mind.

Though fear didn’t freeze her, it lit her up. Her disgust quickly became anger as she snapped.

Valkyrie turned quickly and grabbed him by the neck, unconcerned about their surroundings and the fact that people could have seen her acting inappropriately. She clutched her fingers around his throat, squeezing the air out of his lungs and pushing her nails deep into his flesh.

“I swear to all the Gods that men like you deserve the worst curses. If a no doesn’t stop you, how does the promise of cutting your dick clean off sound?”

Fear shot through his eyes as he tried to fight her off. But Valkyrie didn’t give in. She gave him a shake, leaving his neck only to grab him by the jaw, squeezing his features in her palm. She pulled closer to him only to dangerously bare her teeth to his face.

“I am the biggest shark in here, so do not dare to think for one moment I owe you anything, little man.” She pushed him off, snarling to his face like a rabid animal, “and fucking learn how to talk to a woman.”

He pulled away from her. The horrified look he shot her made her lips bend in a satisfied smile.

“Y-you will regret this.”

“Will I?” Her gaze became dark and dangerous, “Careful there with your threats." She hissed like a snake.

Then, the air moved around her.

As if her Gods finally decided to grace her, they sent a hero her way.

A big shadow stood behind her. She didn’t need to see the man to notice Malone's eyes raise behind her all the way across his figure. As he appeared even more scared, then she began to relax against her chair.

A couple of big hands slid on her shoulders in a protective hold. "You may want to go and grab a breather, fella."

Valkyrie would have recognised that accent anywhere.

Sheamus stood behind her imposing but calm, as usual.

A soft smile crossed her lips as she released a sigh, gently giving him a grateful pat on the wrist.

"Why would I listen to you, mate?"

"Because," Sheamus slid a hand in front of Valkyrie, encouraging her to take it and get up. She did, following his move blindly, exchanging a brief look with the Irishman. He pushed her gently behind his back, just then puffing up his chest appearing as big and as dangerous as he could be, "I'll be the one who breaks your jaw if you don't."

Valkyrie wrapped her hands around his big arm, smiling satisfied. "I'd be happy to watch." She teased, leaning her chin on Sheamus' shoulder as she looked towards Malone.

He appeared utterly offended by their behaviour as if they were the ones who'd been disrespectful.

Malone got up from his chair but, instead of listening to Sheamus' friendly suggestion, he pointed a finger at Valkyrie's face, actively crossing her. Though, before he could say anything vaguely threatening, Sheamus snapped. Grabbing his hand, he tore his finger purposely hurting him.

"Got something to say to me?" Sheamus barked, giving him a strong shake.

As Malone squeaked, many were the pair of eyes set upon them. Some people in the crowd immediately closer to them even gasped.

The man's eyes slid on Valkyrie, filled with hatred, which set Sheamus off even more. He stepped forward, completely covering her with his body. "Don't even look at her. I swear to God I'll break your finger, fella."

"OK, OK! Fine! Let me go!" As Malone begged, Sheamus gave him another shake before pushing him away.

"Fuck off, before I get really angry."

Surprisingly, Malone listened and left. Defeated and pissed off, but he left. The further away he got, the easier it became for Valkyrie to breathe.

Something told her that wouldn't have been the last of him she would have seen.

As soon as Sheamus faced her, she pulled him into a hug, releasing a relieved sigh against his shoulder. "Thank you."

The Irishman chuckled, gently cradling her into his arms with the confidence of a dear friend.

She didn't like many people, but Sheamus she liked very much. He was a very close friend of hers and she cared about him.

Differently from any other bond she installed in the company, Sheamus wasn’t a warrior her Gods sent her to help but someone who intervened and helped her first. They became very close ever since to the point she had asked for his help even if he didn’t owe her any favours.

"When did you get here?" She wondered distancing herself just enough to look him in the eye.

Even despite the fact that she was a very tall woman and wearing heels, he still towered over her.

He pulled the warmest of smiles looking at her with his gentle blue eyes. "Just this afternoon."

Valkyrie gave him a good look, studying his figure, handsome features and clothes. He was wearing a tartan grey suit with a loose white shirt open on his pale chest, showing the golden Celtic cross he was wearing around his neck.

"Gods, look at you."

Sheamus blushed, chuckling as he looked down at himself. "Yeah? Is it not too penguin-looking?"

"It's not." She was still checking him out, just to underline her words.

He nodded, gratefully taking the compliment and puffing his chest up. Then, he pointed at her. "Well, hate to point out the elephant in the room, but you look fucking stunning, as usual." He pulled a deadly wink that had the ability to make her blush. "Much better than me' old arse tightened in this suit."

She even dared to bend over to have a look, only to nod in approval. "No. Your arse is perfectly fine."

They both laughed, only for Valkyrie to drag him in another tight hug. "It's so good to see you, I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, lass."

He had been off for a few weeks due to an injury and it felt like they hadn't seen each other for years. So many things had happened.

She wasn't even sure she was the same woman he had known before.

But Gods life had been lonely and difficult without his presence and guidance. Sheamus had always been a ray of sunshine in the dark for her and possibly one of the few, if not the only, that she had been trusting since the very beginning.

"So," he began, breaking the hug only to slide a heavy arm around her shoulders, "I wasn't here to look after your sorry arse so you thought to cause all sorts of problems, uh?"

Valkyrie giggled. Next to him, she felt like a little girl, there was something in the Irishman charm that she always had a weakness to.

"Well, please, don't put it that way."

"Ya' sure don't have many friends. What's that business with Randy?"

"Ah, nothing really. He got sour about me winning a match against him and now he wants another match to prove something."

"OK, but there's real beef between you two."

"He started it."

"That is weird. Not like him at all."

"Do you know him well?"

"Well, as good as I know a colleague but I wouldn't trust him with my life. But he is not a bad guy."

"He is being an ass. Professional about it up to the point he called me names."

"Did he really?"

"Just once." She froze, rolling her eyes. "Ok. I did my thing, I helped someone he was attacking, and he got upset because I've won."

"Yeah, we'll get to Ambrose in a minute," Sheamus pointed a finger to her face, wiggling it like he was going to scold her, except he was badly hiding a sarcastic smile, "don't you think that because I wasn't here, I don't know all the gossip."

She still blushed violently, trying to avoid his look, barely able to contain a timid smile. That was pure emotion on display as only talking about Dean made her heart flutter.

"Yeah. Look at you, I thought I was the only one able to make you blush and giggle like a lassie."

Valkyrie looked up at him, pulling a cocky smirk. "You do make me blush."

"Ah, but Ambrose surely has better tricks up his sleeve, uh?"

"That he does." Her lips bent tenderly only thinking about him.

Sheamus shook his head, raising his eyes to the ceiling. "Damn, I leave for a month and my favourite girl gets snatched. Unbelievable."

"You should have made your move sooner, old man."

"Yeah? And leave Drew to run away with you?"

"Yep. Or, give you one better, no need to leave Drew behind." She dared to wink. "I'm perfectly fine running away with the both of you."

"Sure you are."

No one else had the privilege to see her under such light. No other human being made her feel so comfortable and relaxed to grant her the possibility to be as warm and as flirty, knowing she didn't have to think about consequences, as it was with him.

She felt extremely comfortable with Drew as well, Sheamus' boyfriend and their colleague, they both were like family to her. But with Sheamus, there was a different, deeper level of understanding.

"You are a menace. I hope Ambrose knows he is up for a ride."

"Oh, he knows." To the smirk she offered, Sheamus chuckled, shaking his head.

"C'mon, lass, tell me everything. What did I miss?" Pulling one of his bright smiles that made his blue eyes glimmer, Sheamus sat heavily on the chair previously occupied by Malone.

Surprisingly how easily she forgot about him since Sheamus arrived.

"Well," She sat next to him, ready to start diving into all the details of her new situation, especially looking forward to having his advice about all her doubts.

His words would have been the only ones she considered listening to.

Part III.

"So, he doesn't know?" Sheamus was hanging on the edge of his seat, captured by her storytelling.

Valkyrie shook her head. "No. He knows some, but he doesn't know the entire thing." She fidgeted with the thin tulle sleeve of her dress. "Do you think I should tell him?"

Sheamus sighed, taking a long second to think about it. "It's difficult. I mean, it is the reason I haven't told Drew."

"Yeah. I know perfectly well he would want to help,"

"And that is the problem."

"Also, Dean is a bit-"

"Crazy?"

"Unpredictable." She corrected him as both smirked, knowing exactly what she meant. "I do not want to put him in danger."

"But he has the right to know."

"Do you think?"

"Well, you clearly can't keep pushing him away. Especially since he played a trick on you or something and you don't seem inclined or able to stay away."

"Well, that's true," without even thinking about it she raised her eyes to the crowd as if she hoped to find him easily in the people surrounding them.

"I don't think he should stay in the dark for long if you two are involved. With Drew, it's different because if you chose to tell him, I'd respect your choice, it is your business after all."

"I wouldn't do such a thing to you."

"But you get what I mean."

"Yeah. I do." A sigh left her chest.

"You like the man very much, don't you?"

Valkyrie felt like she couldn’t hide from his look so she just nodded. Her raw emotions were so clearly visible on the edge of her reddened cheekbones and glimmery eyes. “I do. He makes me feel alive.”

Sheamus looked at her with such pride shining through his eyes. He leaned closer to pinch her cheeks, offering a soft smile. “Looks to me you’re falling for him.”

She hid a timid smile behind her hand, biting softly on her knuckles. She was indeed falling for Dean. No safety measures and no interest in the consequences. They had no future and she didn’t care. Not until he could be her present.

“He better not waste your love because I swear on your Gods and mine, I will skin him alive.”

Valkyrie shook her head quickly, grabbing on his hand and giving him an encouraging squeeze. He was the only man she would have accepted such behaviour from. She didn’t like to be protected or be treated like she couldn’t take care of herself, but Sheamus had that privilege. Only because she knew his behaviour was dictated by his affection and not an attempt to undervalue her.

“There’s no need. His heart is extremely noble.”

Sheamus chuckled, shaking his head. “So, when will I meet him?”

“Ah-” Before she could think about something quick and witty to respond to avoid such situation, her attention got caught by the tall and large man wearing an elegant, full-kilt suit walking towards them. His blue eyes were both gentle and piercing, made even clearer by the dark edges of his long, curated beard and tied black hair.

“Incoming,” she announced, directing Sheamus's attention to the man approaching them, trying her best to hide a relieved sigh.

Before Sheamus could turn, Drew was already sliding a hand across his wide shoulders, pressing a quick kiss on his temple. They both moved like Sun and Moon, attracted by an invisible, undeniable magnetism.

“I should have imagined that you would kidnap him.” Drew’s strong Scottish accent bent his sarcastic words into a charming tone.

Valkyrie melted into a warm smile, immediately getting up to hug him. “Hi,” she let the man squeeze her between his arms as she pressed a quick kiss on his cheek as if that was supposed to make everything ok, “sorry. He didn’t mention you were waiting for him.”

“Of course, he didn’t,” Drew sent Sheamus a disappointed, sarcastic look, followed by a sharp smirk, “when it’s you he just forgets about the world.” Drew then pretended to be extremely dramatic, pushing the back of his hand on his forehead. “I am just the forgotten wife, never the chosen woman.”

“Are you done talking bullshit, man?” Sheamus chuckled, giving Drew a quick tug, pulling him close enough to pat his side.

“I promise you can take him back; we are done catching up.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Drew sent them both a look before offering her his hand, bending slightly like a true gentleman. “So why don’t we make him jealous with a dance, princess?”

“And leave him all alone here to entertain himself?”

“He’s good at that.” He whispered, sending her way a wink and a smirk that had nothing clean to them. The meaning of his words was obvious.

Valkyrie chuckled, taking then his hand, sending Sheamus a quick, playful look. “Well then,”

“Hey, where’s my dance? I was here first!”

“As usual, you’re too slow making your move, old man.”

As she giggled lightly, blowing Sheamus a kiss, she let Drew drag her to the middle of her dancefloor.

As they danced, his steps were easy to follow. He was an extremely skilled dancer and quite comfortable leading, making her accept his moves with ease. Over the classical music, it was easy to exchange some words and jokes.

It was a good moment to catch up with a friend and she appreciated the warmth and company Drew offered.

“I love that man, but he has been fucken insufferable pain in the arse for the past four weeks I swear.”

Valkyrie giggled, so clearly able to imagine Drew’s words as true. “Has he been a nightmare?”

“Yeah- think about someone unable to stay still after surgery, despite doctor’s orders, always trying to overdo it to prove he is in shape, only risking to injure himself worse. The immediate day after I found him trying to put together a set of shelves we had forgotten about for weeks – yet suddenly it was a priority.”

“Sounds like Sheamus to me.”

“That damn stubborn Irish.”

“So, what’s the situation now? I am sure if I’ll ask him, he’ll lie not to worry me.”

“He is ok now. He has been cleared to come back but he can only attend and show his face here and there for now. No fights.”

Valkyrie sent him a sceptical look, raising her eyebrow, looking back towards the Irishman still sitting at her table, enjoying looking at them from afar. “We are talking about Sheamus here.”

“Yeah, I am aware.” Drew released a sigh, rolling his eyes, badly hiding an amused smile. “Had to threaten him with the big guns.”

“Which are?”

Drew made her spin, only to wink at her once he faced her again. “If he gets into a fight, I won’t have sex with him.”

Valkyrie broke into a genuine giggle, shaking her head. “You would immediately cave.”

“You are right. Let’s hope he doesn’t know.”

Valkyrie gave him a quick pat on the shoulder. “He most definitely knows.”

As they looked back to Sheamus, Valkyrie pressed her forehead against Drew’s chin, enjoying seeing how tender and yet hot Sheamus’ gaze was on his companion.

“Guess I am fucked.” Drew revealed with a defeated sigh.

Valkyrie made him look back at her, gently pressing her hand on his cheek. “Oh, hush you. Stop pretending it would be torture.”

Valkyrie giggled loudly as Drew made her spin again. That was the moment her attention got dragged back to Sheamus, she wanted to make it clear they were talking about him only to tease him, but her warm smile got wiped off as soon as she realised he wasn’t alone anymore.

She froze as soon as she recognised the man standing in front of him. Black elegant suit, hair the colour of copper pulled back on his head and darkened by the gel, blue eyes as dangerous as sharp razors.

Dean looked like he was ready for a fight.

“Oh, God-” she whispered arresting the rhythm she and Drew were elegantly spinning around with. As soon as she saw Sheamus getting up from his seat, shoulders tensed and confrontational look, she slipped away from Drew’s arms, quickly marching towards them.

“Is that-?” The Scot began, but before he could continue, she cut short his question.

“Let’s not have our boyfriends brawl tonight, shall we? Give me a hand.”

As she instructed, Drew nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’d really love not to vote for my abstinence so soon.”

Valkyrie ignored his joke, appreciating the fact that he kept his questions for later.

“What is your problem, big fella? Afraid of a bit of competition? You shouldn’t treat her like she is your material. That’s objectifying-”

Valkyrie sent Sheamus a quick, warning look, even if it was completely ignored by the Irishman. She wondered why did he have to be such a hothead. Not that Dean was any better, because he was ready to snap.

“I’ll fuck you up in ways that will make your mother hope she had never given birth to your sorry, ginger ass.”

Before the situation could get worse, both Valkyrie and Drew intervened.

As he slid his big hands over Sheamus’ chest, pulling him back, trying to whisper soothing things to his ear, warning him to stop, Valkyrie stepped in between them catching Dean before he could step over the edge.

She cupped his face in her palms, gently but firmly pulling him towards her. “Look at me,” as her first order was completely ignored and Dean’s blood only appeared to boil wilder, she gave him another tug, “Baby, look at me.”

The moment his crazed look slid on her, as her voice finally came through to him, Dean seemed to immediately calm down. To help it, she slid her thumbs on his cheeks. “Don’t. Please, Dean-”

He inhaled a deep breath, trying to do his best to gather control, enough to pull her hold off himself and take a step back. Now his anger was directly pointed at her. But Valkyrie didn’t let him get lost in his wild feelings. She grabbed him, pulling him away. “Come with me.”

Her tone was firm but inviting as she was determined to take him somewhere quiet where she could have explained to him the situation. She was done having secrets and misunderstandings with him. Especially for something as stupid as that situation could be.

She didn’t keep herself from sending a crossed look directly to Sheamus over Dean’s shoulder. She had a massive what the fuck printed all over her face, which brought Drew to smile on Sheamus’ face. “That wasn’t a happy bunny. You’ll definitely owe her an explanation.”

“Me?! He came for me!”

Before she could lose her patience, Valkyrie shrugged, doing her best to ignore what was going on in the background and pushing her anger and shame down, burying it inside of her just enough to get away from the public eye.

She was dealing with literal children.

Gods, why was she the one who had to go through so many curses? Wasn’t being stuck on Midgard enough?

Why would Sheamus misbehave in such a way, openly challenging Dean even knowing how short his temper was? Especially since he had already started the conversation without being amicable? Because Dean wasn’t the friendliest of people, clearly.

Surely, she would have had time to face Sheamus later, for now, she had more important things to deal with. Because she couldn’t understand Dean either.

As soon as they were alone in an empty corridor in the back of the gallery, where the lights were dimmed and it didn’t seem like that area was part of the event, Valkyrie gave him a strong push. “What the fuck, Dean?” Now she was the pissed-off one.

It was only like throwing pure fuel on a vivid flame. Dean was ready to ignite, pointing a finger to her face and grabbing her by the neck with his other hand, pushing her against the wall. “Don’t you dare. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

That was the moment it hit her. He was jealous. She was supposed to remain angry. She was supposed to feel insulted and outraged. And yet, the way his abrupt violence underlined his possessiveness over her didn’t do any of that. It made her blood boil but with desire.

And a dark, hidden side of her only desired to push him over the edge.

She raised her chin proudly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“First, I had to watch you spend the evening next to that insignificant man. I knew something was up. I’ve seen how uncomfortable you were. And then you attacked him. I was ready to come to you, I needed to make sure you were ok. But before I could, he arrived. That Irish whoreson thought he could behave as if you belonged to him.”

His words gave her a shiver that made her entire body shake as his hold around her neck became tighter. Dean pushed his face closer to her, trying to appear dangerous. The only thing he was accomplishing was making her melt underneath his hold.

“You know how painful it was to see you flirt so openly with him when I barely got to get a direct look from you this entire week?”

He sounded so deliciously tormented it made her purr.

“Tell me how difficult it was.”

“I wanted to kill him,” Dean slid a hand through her hair, pulling her head backwards, making her bend underneath him as he towered over her, “I want to hurt anyone who looks at you with desire.”

His words ripped a moan out of her throat, only prompting him to act even more wildly.

Dean snarled into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply her scent. Then he shook his head, trying to gather control over his own thoughts. “What are you doing to me? Do you enjoy seeing me go insane?”

Valkyrie hissed as her arms slowly turned around his shoulders. “I do.”

He seemed more than willing to give her exactly what she wished for.

Dean dawned upon her, sealing her lips with his, famished and desperate. His kiss was rude and demanding, as he pressed against her, not caring much about the condition of her dress as his hands grabbed and tugged on it.

Valkyrie grabbed the nape of his neck, looking for something solid to hold onto as she lost lucidity. Every thought in her mind was fogged up, her common sense and morale wiped out, as Dean's hands cruised across her legs, frantically pulling her skirt up.

Nothing mattered anymore if not being lost in each other's arms. Maybe to prove a point. Or maybe because that's how their nature was, impossible to keep apart.

Dean finally pushed a hand in between her legs, making her jerk and choke on her breath to that longed-for touch. He released a deep, loud, satisfied growl as his fingers met with the drenched material of her underwear.

"Is this for me? Or for him?" He wondered against her lips.

"You're such an asshole." She blurted out without even thinking. To her it was obvious her desire was only for him, the idea that he could think she wanted someone else was offensive.

But she liked teasing him too much to make sure that point was extremely clear quite yet.

Every intention of ironing out any misunderstanding was forgotten. At least for now, because she was determined to have him lose his mind completely.

And something told her she was on the right track.

"What did you just say to me?"

"You are an asshole." She challenged him, unafraid of seeing his blue eyes transform from furious to feral. His desire for her had never been hidden.

He pulled off her only to turn her and push her against the wall. He pressed himself against her back, pulling roughly her hair with one hand, unconcerned about her headpiece and even less caring to ruin her complicated hairstyle, and finding again her sweet, hot core with the other hand.

Dean made her bend against him, turning her head forcefully towards him only to press his mouth against her ear. "You don’t even know how cruel I can be," he began, "and you will beg me to forgive your disrespect."

He tugged on her hair, making her bend even more, biting down on her lower lip, and then on her neck, most definitely leaving a mark.

"Dean-" her breath was cut short as she pleaded a silent prayer to him.

As he pushed the thin material of her underwear to the side, dipping his fingers through her wet folds, she did her best to suffocate a moan.

Dean pulled a cocky, arrogant smile, looking down into her eyes, ignoring the way she clawed at him. "What is it, baby girl?"

She knew he wasn't oblivious. It was clear in the way his fingers moved, clearly aimed to give her as much pleasure as possible, following the responses of her body and the rhythm of her quickened breath.

Suffocating a louder moan, biting down on her own lip, Valkyrie felt the pressure of an orgasm already mounting inside of her but before she could enjoy feeling it grow, Dean slapped her most sensitive skin, startling her, making her jerk between his arms. Even though surprising, the quick, light shot of pain that gesture released through her carried the deeper roots of pleasure.

"Do you really think I'd let you win so easily?"

"Fuck-" She choked as he buried two fingers inside of her, stretching her out, coating his digits in her hot juices.

He growled satisfied against her ear.

Valkyrie was already willing to drop every inch of her pride, unable even to consider fighting him any longer.

"Please, I need you." She didn't even care that they were exposed in a public space. Anyone could turn the corner any minute. "Please, just fuck me."

Dean evilly chuckled at her desperate request. He pumped his fingers inside of her, finding her clit with his thumb, relentlessly set on truly torturing her with blinding pleasure.

Instead of indulging her request, he did the opposite. As soon as her pleasure rolled closer to the edge, he denied her release once more, dragging his hand away from her entirely.

Dean turned her around rudely, without finding any opposition from her whatsoever. Once he faced her a satisfied, mischievous grin appeared on his lips.

"Look at you, already in shambles," before she could say anything Dean grabbed her by the neck again, pinning her there, "such a mess. So pretty."

Making sure their eyes were locked, he slid his hand over her jaw, just to caress her lips with his thumb. "I could do what I want to you."

"Yes," she confirmed, whispering against his finger. Dean trembled, so clearly struggling to remain focused.

Again, she didn't oppose him, on the contrary, her lips were ajar and welcoming as soon as he pushed his thumb into her mouth. She sucked on it, willingly and loudly, swirling her tongue around his digit, enjoying seeing him rolling his eyes in the back of his skull as a soft moan left his chest. Pleasure clearly rolled through him as his knees seemed to become weaker.

He fed her the same medicine. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking her juices off his digits, he released the most ravishing, low, moan, truly satisfied in tasting her pleasure.

"Shall I fuck you now?" He wondered pushing his thumb deeper into her mouth, "That's what you want isn't it?" He wondered, receiving only a whimper in response. His smile grew sharper. "You want me to stuff that pretty pussy with my cock?"

Now she was the one who rolled her eyes.

Valkyrie tried to touch him, feeling the desperate need to fill her hands up with the material of his suit, desiring to tug at his hair and dig her nails into his skin, but before she could, he was ready to grab her wrists in one hand, pinning them over her head, immobilising her.

"Shall I fuck you until you beg me to stop? Shall I fucking ruin your pretty pussy? Uh? Is that what you want, baby girl?"

The yes she tried to whisper was suffocated by how he grabbed at her jaw.

He acted so rudely that it only made her stomach twist, bringing her to press her thighs together trying to find any release from the weight pressing on her tired, hot flesh.

"Or I could toy with you,"

The possibility made her freeze as she gasped, looking right into his eyes. "Dean please-" She tried again only to find him grabbing her neck and stealing her breath.

"You're already begging me, that is sweet, angel. But you'll need to earn it. I am the asshole after all, right?"

A shiver crossed her from head to toe, giving her goosebumps. He wasn't wrong, she was already in shambles.

And Gods, how much did she like to be harshly handled by him. And the way he talked, so raw and wild, so honest.

He gave her a shake. "Here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna fuck your pretty, dirty mouth.”

"Yes," she gasped, famished, already salivating. She was ready to get on her knees for him.

No other man ever had such power over her. And no other man ever will.

"Yes, what angel?" He made her lift her chin, looking down into her eyes.

“Yes, Sir.”

She had found out he liked to be addressed in such a way when he was in control. It turned him on. And so did she, as her own desire was extremely connected to his pleasure. She liked to satisfy him, giving him what he wanted, letting him take everything from her, just as much as she enjoyed when he did the same for her. It was a sweet way to make her forget about anything else and let go of every concern – as soon as she was between his arms, nothing else mattered.

“Good girl,” his praises made her stomach tremble. “Then we’ll see if you deserve to be fucked or if I shall make you wait.”

A hot shiver crossed her spine, nesting directly into her core, making it almost impossible for her to stand still. Only the idea made her tremble. She had to recollect every drop of her control not to whimper at the possibility of having to endure longer penance. Valkyrie didn’t want to risk appearing selfish.

She didn’t have much time to think about that anyways, Dean grabbed her and gave her a solid pull, making her follow him through the corridor. As if he had already mapped that place out, knowing the turns of each corridor by heart, Dean confidently pulled her around a corner and into a forgotten bathroom far away from the party enough to be considered hidden.

As he locked the door behind his back, Valkyrie moved in the small space, pretending she cared even in the slightest about what it looked like. Surely, it didn’t look at all like any public restroom. Money clearly poured through that gallery since they could afford to decorate that space as one would do in the privacy of their own house. It had several types of hand soaps and hand conditioners by the sink, plus fresh sets of towels to dry your hands with, instead of the usual paper towels or air dryer.

For a moment Valkyrie doubted that was a public restroom at all. But then she remembered she didn’t care.

Turning her attention back on Dean she found him looking at her. His eyes cruised on her figure as he slowly unbuttoned his cuffs and removed his jacket. He was looking at her like a famished animal. And Gods she was ready to feed him.

Without him having to say a word, she kneeled, patiently and quietly waiting for him to get close. Her eyes never moved from him – and she could tell he liked it.

Dean wrapped softly his fingers around her chin, keeping her still as he looked down into her eyes. He even offered a gentle, satisfied smile that made his dimples pop as his eyes glimmered full of desire.

“You are such a good girl,” he praised her softly, “so beautiful.”

She didn’t dare to move a muscle or say a word. She was only waiting for his will.

“Remember, I’ll stop any moment, you’ll just have to say the word. Got that, angel?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Although, since you won’t be able to speak, tap your hand on my left thigh three times to signal me to stop.”

She followed his words with a compliant nod, slowly raising her hands on his thighs, enjoying feeling his solid muscles under her palms more than she would have ever imagined. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Dean gave her a fond caress around the jaw before pulling away.

He got rid of his tie and unbuttoned his black shirt, loosening it up around his neck, before undoing his belt and trousers. It was as if he was moving slowly on purpose, only to tease her.

And it was working. She was desperate.

She filled her eyes of his figure, feasting over him. He was so beautiful, so perfect, she could barely think straight. Her skin felt hot and sensitive to the point her dress was starting to chafe her. She only wanted to be naked, feeling his hands, tongue and body satisfying every drop of desire she had.

But Valkyrie also knew to be patient.

Grabbing her chin once more, Dean bent, stealing a rude kiss from her, before standing back up, starting to undo his belt and unbuttoning his trousers.

Her eyes were greedy as she followed the movements of his fingers with great expectations, knowing exactly what was to come and waiting with anticipation.

“Look at you,” As Dean began, a cocky smile printed on his lips, he pushed one of his hands over his boxers, grabbing on the bulge of his erection. The heavier breath he released made her lose her mind.

She was unashamed looking at his erection trapped in his palm and hidden behind the material of his underwear. The way she looked back up at him, eyes full of a silent plea, made him tremble. She wasn’t afraid to show just how hungry she was.

“You want it, don’t you?” The way he teased her, squeezing himself without giving her the chance to actually feast on him, made her almost snap out of it and take it. But she behaved, just submissively and quietly looking at him.

The nod that followed his question was slow and determined. “I do. Please, give it to me, baby.” She knew she was supposed to address him as Sir, but it seemed that he liked to be called baby so much he was inclined in ignoring her misbehaviour.

It actually prompted him to give her exactly what they both wanted.

“Open your mouth nice and wide for me. Let me see it.”

She did as he requested, bending underneath him, even pulling her tongue out. The moan he released in approval was enough of a reward. But was topped only by Dean finally decided to whip his cock out.

Valkyrie was on him in a second, too desperate to wait for him to make the move.

She ran her tongue on his shaft, base to tip, enjoying feeling how heavy and hot his flesh was. His skin tasted delicious. It was a prohibited and powerful flavour that made her every nerve tremble and her core ache.

She whimpered, wrapping her lips around his throbbing head, sucking on the tip of his cock as she swirled her tongue on it, enjoying immensely seeing him release a moan as he bent his head backwards.

But then, as he dipped a hand into her hair, still not caring about grabbing, pulling and ruining her hairstyle, the pace changed. He imposed her to be still as he pulled back enjoying watching down at her as his cock rested by her already puffed-up and humid lips.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips. “I’ll fuck your throat now. Hard. Is that ok, baby girl?”

Not that she thought she actually had a choice, but Gods she wanted nothing more. As she nodded, Dean pulled her hair rudely, shaking his head. “No. Say it.”

“Fuck my dirty mouth, please.”

Her voice made him tremble, she could see it in the way his shoulders twitched and his fingers clutched her hair. He wasn’t expecting anything more than that and didn’t waste any more time playing stupid games.

Grabbing her hair to keep her steady, Dean pushed his cock into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, stretching her sweetly and painfully. The low, deep moan he released was music to her ears. Valkyrie had to fight against her gag reflex, as he choked her, but it wasn’t like she didn’t like it. On the contrary, her core twitched and her fingers curled around the soft material of his elegant trousers as she took every inch of him.

He gave her a few moments to get used to him, pulling in and out of her mouth regularly so she could catch her breath and learn to pace it, quickening his rhythm every time until he was fully pumping into her throat.

She didn’t even care about how messy she looked because he seemed to really like to ruffle her up. The way his turbid, hot gaze travelled across her face as she sucked on his cock was enough praising. He liked seeing her chin coated in dribble or hearing the noises she made choking on his erection and he was very vocal about it with either dirty praises or loud moans.

Dean abruptly pulled away from her, looking down. Grabbing her chin, he made her bend her head to look up at him and enjoyed watching her catch her breath.

“I want to stuff that pretty mouth of yours with my cum.” He announced. The raw power his words carried made her whimper. Valkyrie was already nodding even before she could think properly about his words.

“Look at you, so desperate and beautiful. I should have known that I only needed to shove my dick deep into your throat to shut you up.”

“Don’t forget it next time,” as she dared to challenge him, knowing exactly what she was doing, willingly teasing him being disrespectful, Dean pulled her hair, giving her a shake, making her pay for her words with a soft smack on the cheek.

“Careful, baby girl. You are so close to your reward.”

She truly weighed her options. The thought of jeopardizing her immediate future pleasure just to disrespect him some more only to push him over the edge and have him being rough was really tempting. But she decided to shut up, knowing misbehaving was funny only at the moment, but she would have most definitely cursed herself later when he would have denied her pleasure for an indefinite amount of time.

Taking his own joke literally, Dean still prevented her from even risking to say something she would have regretted pushing his cock back into her mouth. This time, he didn’t give her time to adjust and had very little care for her choking. He was selfishly focused on his own pleasure as he fucked her mouth until his own orgasm left him whimpering and shaking.

As he came, filling her mouth with his warm seed, the deep moans he released, mixed with his soft praises, was the sweetest sound she had ever heard.

Dean looked down at her, his gaze was sweet and affectionate as he dropped the act for a moment. Pulling away from her, he again made her look up at him, this time only gently pushing her chin up.

“Swallow.” He ordered softly.

Valkyrie obliged, making sure to gulp down his seed as evidently as she could, only to give him a spectacle, since he liked it so much.

The way he was looking at her was the only reward she needed.

Dean didn’t give her much time to catch her breath, he pulled her up and pushed her against the countertop, dawning upon her in a famished kiss.

“I’ll give you anything you desire, now.” He breathed heavily against her lips as he helped her hop on the edge of the counter, trying to push her skirt up as quickly as he could as if it was a matter of life and death to nest between her legs. “I can fuck you now, or we can wait to go back to the hotel, it’s up to you.”

Valkyrie's only response was a soft whimper as she let him trace her jaw with his lips, automatically bending her head to uncover her neck for him.

“I’ll give it to you hard and quick now. Or, if you wait, you can have me at your disposal all night later.”

Both his offers sounded so tremendously sweet Valkyrie didn’t even know the point of choosing.

“I want both.” It was an offer and an order. Because she wouldn’t have let him get away for either.

Her breath was hot and heavy as her words prompted him to nibble on her neck. “Someone’s hungry.” His chuckle vibrated through her skin, giving her a shiver.

Just now she realised to be finally able to push her hands into his hair, unconcerned about messing up his look.

“Just fuck me.”

“You’ve been such a good girl I will pardon your bratty impatience.”

“Dean, please,” she begged, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. He rewarded her by sliding his palms on her opened thighs, reaching dangerously close to her drenched, aching core.

“You are so cute when you beg me to fuck you. You almost make me want to keep teasing you.” To underline his words, he slid his fingers playfully over the material of her underwear, only to retract them across her legs.

Valkyrie hissed, victim of her own frustration, but before she could do anything about it, taking the situation into her own hands, Dean finally answered her prayers.

Pulling away from her, he slid her underwear off her, tracing the edges of her legs with a soft brush of his fingers. He kept that thin piece of material like a trophy, stuffing it in his pocket, as he then proceeded to rid her of her shoes too. The heels fell heavily on the floor and, as their smack echoed in the restroom, also did the relieved sigh that left her chest. Dean wasn’t done taking care of her though.

“There you go, darling.” He lulled, wrapping both his hands around her feet and ankles, one side at a time, giving them a squeeze to softly massage her tired muscles, before carefully guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist so he could go back to nesting where he was up to a moment ago.

“Thank you.” She purred, welcoming his care with a warm smile. Her hands slid across his chest, over the material of his black waistcoat, only to drag him closer to her, to trap his lips in a grateful kiss.

Dean pushed his hands up on her thighs, trying his best to make way in the layers of the voluminous skirt of her dress, even releasing a frustrated grunt himself when he realised that the dress was in the way regardless. And it was covering most of her skin.

“Fucking hate this shit. You look amazing in it, but God help me for what I’ll do to you once I’ll be able to take it off.”

An amused smile rolled on Valkyrie's lips as she pressed her shoulders against the big mirror behind her, leaning on her elbows, just so she could get a good view of him. “Didn’t think something so small could threat your patience that much.”

He replied giving her a rude pull, rolling his arm around her waist, just to hold her up as he pushed his free hand over her core. The moment his thumb found her clit moving in quick, relentless caresses, Valkyrie choked on her breath. Going from total frustration to the opposite side of the spectrum without any warning brought her quickly and violently close to the edge.

Dean enjoyed watching her unravel underneath him.

“I am not a patient man.” He grinned down at her like a hungry wolf as she moaned loudly.

As if her body was singing a song to him revealing the secrets of her pleasure, he knew exactly the moment her orgasm started to approach, so, instead of letting her cum with his fingers, he pulled away only to find the right position for his already hard, proud cock.

As he slid inside of her Valkyrie tried not to cry out his name, desperately failing. Her eyes rolled in the back of her skull, while welcoming his size stretched her, finally filling her up just as she had desired to feel for so long. A hot, heavy shiver ran across her back the moment she realised Dean had every intention to show her just how impatient he could be. He gave her no time to get used to him as he started pumping in and out of her.

“I’m going to come,” she whimpered.

Dean wrapped his free hand around her neck, giving her a squeeze, nodding looking right into her eyes. “Then do it, angel. Let go. Come all over my cock.”

His voice, the stronghold of his hand, his beautiful cock stroking her so sweetly, the way Dean looked at her with such anticipation and devotion, tipped over the edge in seconds.

“Yes, baby girl, give it to me.” His praises only helped make her more of a twitching, whimpering mess as her pleasure took over her body, blinding her. She called his name to the Gods in a blessing for Freyr, Freyja and whoever was listening.

Dean was relentless. He didn’t give her a second to rest, fucking her right through the waves of her deepest pleasure and into overstimulation, bringing her to bend and claw at his clothes as she cried her moans out loud.

“Tell me,” He bent over her as his grab around her neck became slightly tighter, “is this wet, desperate, hot mess you are all for me? Or have you been thinking about that potato eater too?”

She knew he was only teasing and yet the look she shot him was more than enough for an answer.

“All for you,” she moaned heavily as Dean let her breathe freely. “Only you.”

He pushed deeper inside of her releasing a loud grunt, his hand easily finding her hair to pull it, making her bend her head and expose her neck to him just so he could assault her sensitive skin marking her. “You are mine.”

“Yours,” she agreed, “do not forget that warrior. I want only you.”

Her words made him release a soft whimper, only prompting her to wrap her arms around him, both to hold onto his solid shoulders and to cradle him.

Her stomach twisted as another thick wave of pleasure raised through her, and Valkyrie didn’t have any shame to announce it loudly.

“Me too, baby girl. I need-”

As a moan cut through his words, she caught him, sliding a hand around his jaw she brought him to look into her eyes. “What do you need?” She caressed his lips with a soft brush of her thumb.

“I want to fill you up. I need to come in you like a fucking animal.” His voice was coarse as his breath broke, but more than that, it was his frenzied look that gave her a shiver. He wasn’t all there and his words were true desire. He wanted to mark her in the most primal way.

And may the Gods have mercy on her because she wanted him to do it so badly.

“Do it, baby.”

“But-”

She hushed him gently, shaking her head. “No. I can’t. I’m a deity, you won’t impregnate me.”

Something twitched in him as if somewhere hidden deep inside of him, that was the entire point. But that impression was gone in a second, as he dived on her for a heated kiss.

He did exactly what he desired. Took him only a few moments to push her over the edge of another orgasm and as he praised her fondly for it, he let his own pleasure flow as her core squeezed him dry. Feeling his pleasure release inside of her was a ravaging experience. It carried pure feral energy, as she realised, she wasn’t the only one being marked by him. He was hers forever now.

They remained tangled and breathless for a few seconds, as none of the two dared to move as a heavy blanket of calm draped around them.

Moving slightly, Dean was back to his sweet self as he looked into her eyes. He offered her support, helping her up. “Are you ok?”

“Never been better.” She chuckled, still needing a moment to catch her breath.

Dean made her lean against the sink as he bent over to grab a towel, never actually letting go of her. He helped her get cleaned up and then watched her closely as she decided to remove her headpiece and loosen her hair, getting rid of all the uncomfortable pins and thin bands that constricted her.

Just after, as she released a relieved sigh, Dean cupped his hands around her face, diving in for a hot kiss.

“I can’t be without you,” he whispered against her lips, “make me your secret. Keep us hidden from the world. I do not care. But you need to let me in.”

“Ok.” It was everything she offered him. And even if it seemed only a simple word, it was as sacred as a promise made in front of the Gods. “But you need to know that you’re not bound to me. I carry a heavy burden you do not need to share and the door will be open for you to leave any time if you need.”

It was so important for her to make sure he understood, even if she was far from being ready to share what was actually pressing on her chest. She was still too scared to bring him too close to danger to reveal all her secrets.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him. He was the only person that made her feel safe and at home in that forbidden place and she wished she could unload her pain, hiding in his arms. It was fear of losing him.

“Oh, angel. I am bound to you, body and soul.” He caressed her face so tenderly it hurt her chest, “I’d die for you. And I’d kill for you.”

She pulled him into a kiss, knowing exactly what weight his words brought. He was serious. And so was she.

“I want to go back to the hotel.”

Her whisper full of promises made a smile grow on his lips. “Let’s.”

He helped her slide back into her underwear, as his hands crossed her legs left behind the traces of a hot caress that made her stomach tremble and her filled core twitch. She was more than ready to have more of him.

Then, kneeling in front of her, he helped her wearing her heels, leaving soft kisses on her ankles and calves.

Valkyrie released a soft sigh, letting her head fall backwards. “You need to stop or I won’t let you leave this bathroom.”

“And that’s a threat how?”

She had to gather all her better judgement and self-control to just get to the door instead of pushing him to sit on the toilet and hop over his hips.

Taking only a moment to recollect herself, Valkyrie opened the door. Knowing she was walking on wobbly legs, Dean was by her side in a second, wrapping his arm around her waist.

He carried his jacket and tie on one arm, just as she carried her headpiece and purse.

They both looked a glorious mess and definitely like they were done with that gala event.

Taking advantage of the empty corridor, Dean pushed a soft kiss on her temple. “There’s not much secret to keeping if we leave together in front of that hoard of paparazzi just outside.”

“I don’t know if I care enough.”

Dean wrapped his hands around her face, kissing her forehead and then lips. “I repeat, what did you do to my Eir?”

“It’s the dress.”

They both chuckled, leaning into another soft kiss.

Their bubble had to burst sooner or later, though.

Valkyrie knew they weren’t alone even before she perceived the shadow invading the empty corridor. A frosty shiver crossed her.

Then, a burst of known laughter invaded the space, followed by a series of slow clapping.

“I didn’t know the great Valkyrie was such a slut.”

Malone stood a few metres from them, a cocky, disgusting smile printed on his face as he looked down at them, particularly at her. His contempt was so clearly printed on his face.

She had to grab Dean to keep him from immediately jumping the guy. “Dean, no. It’s not worth it.”

He wasn’t even looking at her. His dangerous, razor-sharp gaze was pointed to the man who offended her, as he was already so clearly ready for a violent fight. “Say that again, motherfucker.”

“What? That she is a whore?” As Malone openly offended her again, Valkyrie had to push solidly on Dean’s chest to keep him there. “I am surprised you pretended to be so high and mighty with me earlier. All pure and proud. Now I get it. Is it the ginger hair or them being simply scum?” A burst of evil laughter released from his chest. “I am kinda glad I’ve dodged it. God, I don’t even want to think about it. Disgusting. Getting fucked in a bathroom always tells you enough about a woman's character, uh?” It was as if he was trying to get Dean’s approval, not realising or not caring he was only increasing his blood thirst.

“What bullet did he dodge?” Dean wondered not paying attention to him.

“Oh, you think she wanted you when she fucked you? Sweet.” Malone cut through before she could even start answering. “No, no, no. She wanted me, and she knew she wasn’t at my level. Now I understand. So, that is why you refused my offer, uh?”

“You are delusional.” As she barked at him, she felt Dean freeze under her hands.

“What offer?” He asked, still only looking at her. His tone was softer as he talked to her, but the danger vibrating through his words as anger rose wild inside of him was undeniable.

“To take me back to his place. He implied-”

“I didn’t imply anything, I simply offered to show you my art collection.”

Both she and Dean ignored him, from holding him back, she started to slide her hands across his chest, bending by his side, until she reached for his hair with one hand, wrapping a finger around one of his longer locks. “And when I refused, he made it clear to me that he didn’t care much if I said no."

"Is that why you attacked him?"

"Yes. I do not condone men who think they can violate a woman's will."

"Man, don't listen to her, she is full of shit. Honestly, you're better off listening to me. And probably you might want to get checked out, who knows what kind of diseases she carries."

The dirt and the implications of his words made her stomach twist in disgust. A twitch tensed her shoulders as she felt the weight of the meaning of his intentions.

How many women did he hurt that way or worse?

He deserved to be hurt.

And she could feel Dean's anger grow and shape him into a beast.

So, she simply let go of him, sliding to the side. "Get him, baby."

If Malone didn't consider a woman able to stand for herself, he would have certainly understood the message Dean brought.

"Hey, woah, don't listen to her, she is only manipulating you, don't you see?"

"God himself could walk down here and tell me I am the new messiah but I'd still doubt it if she said otherwise."

He was on Malone in a second, grabbing him and twisting painfully his arms behind his back in a submissive pose, pushing him against the wall.

"I worship the ground she walks on. Do you understand me?" He pushed Malone against the wall. And then again, this time holding his hair, making sure to smack his face against the wall. "Do you understand what it means when I say one word from her and you're dead?"

As Dean snarled dangerously to Malone's ear, Valkyrie smiled satisfied, sliding close to him. Feeling her move by his side, Dean pulled his hair bringing him to look at her. "So, you better apologise. Profusely."

"And if I don't?"

A moment before Dean could snap and smack his face against the wall again, attempting to make some abstract work of art with his blood, Valkyrie intervened. "Dean, stop."

She only wanted to mock Malone, and as if Dean knew perfectly what she thought, he did exactly as she said.

He didn't let go of him though.

Malone sent her a quick look, even then, not hiding a cocky smile. "I knew you would come to your senses darling. See? That wasn't difficult, even for you."

"Actually," she pretended to think about it, "please, do hurt him, my love."

Dean moved immediately as soon as she spoke. It was as if her will was connected to him. He pushed Malone's face against the wall, this time slowly, squeezing against it until the man started to groan in pain.

A sadistic smile popped on Dean's lips. "More?" He asked, looking at her.

"I don't know," she tapped her index on her chin, "are you done calling me names?"

"I'm not, you fucking whore. You and your dog will regret this."

Dean punched him in the lower back twice, fast and hard. "Sorry, I don't know if I've heard you properly."

A shiver crossed her as she watched him enjoy hurting someone that disrespected her. Gods, it was inebriating. The sense of power and respect Dean's behaviour gave her was simply perfect. She felt like a queen.

Malone wheezed a slimy laughter. "Go on. I'll sue you from here to oblivion. I'll ruin you."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Oh yes, you fucking insane bastard."

A dangerous laughter vibrated through Dean's chest as he pulled the man around and wrapped both his hands around his neck. "Then you'll know I do not care about your useless threats." And he squeezed. "Disrespect my woman one more time and I swear to everything that is holy that I'll break you."

Valkyrie smiled, basking in the violence unravelling just before her eyes and in her name. She purred, sliding by Dean's side, caressing his tensed arms as she placed her chin on his shoulder, tenderly rubbing her forehead on the side of his face, like a cat, as if he wasn't in the process of choking someone.

She was deaf to the noises Malone was making, as his cries for Dean to stop were reduced to pitiful whimpers. And she was most definitely blind to his weak attempt to grab Dean's arms and fight him off.

Valkyrie moved behind Dean, wrapping her arms around his waist now pushing her face close to his neck. She lulled sweet words into his ear in her native language, praising him and her respect for his valour.

The look she slid on the man he was pinning to the wall, as their eyes crossed, was merciless and as cold as ice as her lips curled in a dangerous smile, similar to the one of a wolf.

She watched him slowly losing strength, as his face became redder and redder and his eyes more and more widened. True fear started to grow in his eyes the longer Dean's hold would became tighter.

Just when she noticed his eyelids fall heavily on his eyes, Valkyrie brushed her lips under Dean's ear. "Let him go."

Dean obeyed, immediately stepping away but still watching Malone's body heavily falling to the floor with a smile printed on his face.

The man coughed and gagged, pulling his arms to his own neck, trying to catch his breath as he pushed himself away from them as much as he could, crawling on the floor.

"Look at you, you sick fuck," Dean leaned close to him, still acting as threatening and as pissed off, "pathetic, wiggling like a worm."

Valkyrie was still close to him and casually placed a hand on his shoulder so openly displaying her closeness to Dean with no fear, despite what had just happened.

Justice was so sweet.

She let that feeling run through her, filling her up as it became the true essence of everything she was.

"Please, no more." Finally, Malone seemed to break as he begged, hiding his face from them as much as he could.

Dean grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up like he weighed nothing. "Say you're sorry, you piece of crap."

"Fine, I am sorry!"

"Not to me, you pathetic pig. To her."

A shiver crossed her back. She had lost every interest in the situation. Everything she wanted was to have Dean all to herself to thank him properly for his disposal of valour.

Nothing ever turned her on like what she had just witnessed.

It was primal and it was violent. And it was beautiful.

Despite the flaws he might have had, which she still had to meet because she didn't care if he was brutally honest or slightly rude or handsy, he was a man worthy to be called so.

Her Gods were right to smile upon him.

And he was her warrior.

That was the moment she realised she wanted him by her side forever.

"Shall I break your fucking arm to get it out of ya?"

As Dean shook the man, Malone squealed, finally looking at her. "I am sorry."

"That's not enough." Again, Dean shook him like he was nothing more but a dirty, wet piece of cloth.

"Please," Malone looked at Dean first, just to realise his mistake in time and look back at her, "I beg you to forgive me. I didn't mean to offend you."

"You are not forgiven.” She stated, raising her chin proudly. “You’ll never be forgiven for what you have done to me, or other women alike, both in less or worse degree.” Valkyrie then bent taking advantage of Dean still holding the man steady. Her look was brutally determined. “May Baldur curse your appearance. May Forseti see that justice is brought upon you. May Freyja and Freyr curse your fertility. May Frigg never let you marry. May Loki curse you. May Odin and Tyr ruin you. May Vali see that everyone you hurt is avenged. May the Norns see that your fate is ruined. And May Hel welcome you with open arms into the tormented, darkest pits of Helheim.”

To every calling to her Gods, Valkyrie drew an invisible rune on Malone’s forehead, truly hoping that her pleas would be listened to. But also, even just enjoying the pure terror in Malone’s eyes to every single one of her curses was enough to bring her satisfaction.

Finally, Valkyrie hinted to Dean to let go of the man.

She enjoyed watching him wiggle and crawl away from them, as he kept begging them for mercy, pressing himself against the wall, hiding his face on the floor, acting like a hurt insect.

Dean moved around her, going to retrieve the stuff he dropped on the floor and then he casually wrapped an arm around her shoulders, dragging her away. As if nothing happened. Definitely, a man like Malone didn’t deserve to receive any more attention.

“Remind me to never to piss you off, angel.” He chuckled to her ear, pressing a fond kiss on her forehead.

She turned towards him, pressing her smile on his chin and then reaching for a quick kiss. “You’ll just have to keep me happy and satisfied at all times, I guess.”

“I can do that.”

Valkyrie liked to nest under his arm. She liked how it felt to be so close to him. And she liked the belonging that pose implied.

“Ready to go?” She wondered looking up at him a moment before they’d turn the corner back into the more crowded side of the gallery.

“Are you?” He winked at her, offering the softest of smiles.

She got lost in his eyes for a second, unaware and unconcerned about how deep and totally on display her feelings for him were. Not that Dean did anything to hide his closeness to her either.

Her nod was quick and determined. She didn’t care anymore. And maybe it was wrong. And maybe she would have thought about it at a later date and regretted her choices, but, for now, she was done hiding.

“Let’s go, then.”

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