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joannasteez · 4 months ago

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tanks of blood (7) - eighteen is dangerous

pairing: biker!roman reigns x black reader warning: lots of teenage angst. descriptions of body insecurity. descriptions of alcohol consumption and reckless behavior (getting in a pool while drunk is very reckless, don't do that please!!) consensual underage intimacy (just a kiss!) reader is going through it unfortunately, sorry authors note: this is a flashback. reader is eighteen and roman is nineteen. word count: 7300 tagging: @333creolelady @harmshake @theninthwonder @thesamoanqueen @kill-the-artiste @empressdede @sortudademais @gg-trini @southerngirl41 @2-muchsauce

eighteen is a dangerous age to be alive. all of your almost adult thoughts and ideas and intentions strewn together by wild, colorful imagination, but, at times, for the sake of another. in front of your mirror, picking at your hair and pinching the elastic of a maybe too tight swim suit. the back cut out to reveal skin and your legs thicker now than they were last summer. frustration brimming harsh in your blood so well it's knotting in your throat. tears pricking your eyes. doom in your bones. because, fucking boys and their oh so amazing pool parties. water every place you step and the torment of maybe getting thrown in for shitty amusement. beer bottles floating everywhere and just-finished-with-high-school-teenagers too lightweight to hold their stomachs. not that you're any better. but at least you know that much about yourself. the pool, party and house courtesy of seth and the kegs of beer to come courtesy of dean no doubt. a friend of a friend of his who wants clout with the club so badly that he swiped his card on kegs for underaged leather bound boys. fucking men.

and seth's guest bedroom is hot. sweltering so much that it nearly leaves you damp with sweat. your fingers undone with a trembling ache as you pull a pair of shorts over your thighs. overthinking on over drive. because he and his cousins and the rest of the "vip's" have yet to make an appearance. the common people waiting with bated breath for their loud, grimy noise filled entrance. a rumbling, chaotic spectacle filled with air's and aura's of a specific importance and nature that you'll always find too high maintenance to keep up with. but that's why eighteen is such a terrible time, despite maybe your exaggerations about the angst of it. this weird refurbishing of the soul. his mighty self importance aside, romans thoughts and opinions mattering now much more than they used to. your eyes yours still, brown and "shaped so prettily", as your mother likes to say, but not really. going about a constant examination for someone else. shaped against your face perfectly but living outside to look inward too.

because would he like what you've done with your hair? the earrings you've decided on for the night? the way the swimsuit cuts out at the back? toes painted a different color from your fingernails but oddly cute all the same, because you couldn't be bothered with changing the shade. your tummy not as flat as last year and that scar still embedded in the center of your palm. eyes working for you but at the service of another. him. yes. eighteen is goddamn dangerous.

that sweet silver necklace he gave you sometime ago. eyes all nervous and his fingers shaky as it clasped the lock of it before you kissed him. a warmth to his skin you never knew existed till that moment. the cool of the metal resting on your skin. dipping low a bit more than usual. the swimsuit made with built in cups. accentuating indeed. because swiping for it at the register of the sports store was easy. naomi at your side smiling bright and excited with a matching style in a different color. the try on process quick and sure with a good natured finality because her eyes were different. lacking that air of intense appraisal. a girls girl for you in the truest sense. her eighteen and your eighteen so similar sometimes. her dealings with jimmy like yours with roman.

a knock against the bedroom, like a warning, before naomi bursts through. red solo cups in hand and a frustration running lines into her face. long, waist length braids, ponytailed up and away from her face. the bright neon of her swimsuit wet, and her legs dripping some on the carpet.

you shift quick from the mirror. a creeping heat in your cheeks rising till it settles about your forehead. heart hammering before it plummets to your empty belly. the idea of somebody, anybody, finding you amidst such a vulnerable moment of self brought on scrutiny, absolutely troubling. embarrassing even. a damn scary state of affairs that nearly makes all the doubts and uncertainties breathe harder, heavier. with a better purpose.

"you went to the pool?"

plopping to lay against the made bed. the fluff of the sheets comfortable despite the heat. maybe even comfortable enough to stay laid up against. a decision that feels more and more appetizing by the second.

she stands just near the mirror where you'd been, setting down the cups to readjust her hair. a strong presence living along with her reflection. unflinching and sure and at ease. "i took a dip. enough not to get my hair wet", she starts. still corralling the long waist length hair. "i was tryin to wait around for you but somebody decided to abandon me last minute to come up here", giving a pointed look through the mirror. slivers of guilt slipping under your skin. but her fuss of it doesn't last very long, eyes rolling as she dips into an annoyance. "they all down there standin around all brainless n'shit, like they need to be told when to get in the pool. half of them is only here just to say they came anyways...". her steps shuffling over the carpet, cups in hand again. "...followers irk my nerves", she groans. eyes dropping quick over your body. "why are your shorts on?"

you sit up. a quick, abrupt movement. driven by that suffocating air of hesitation you've fought with since slipping on the swimsuit.

"should i take them off?"

and maybe naomi doesn't understand the painstaking work of such hesitation, or even if she does, it isn't shown. eyes living with all of the opposite actually. "where is this coming from? it was fine when we bought it, it's fine now", her body plopping beside yours. eyes shining with a scrutiny towards you for the first time tonight, and maybe the first time ever. but oddly enough, it doesn't burn the skin, and neither does it make your esteem shrivel. a sigh leaving her. hardened eyes, protective and familiar in their way, like you could have maybe felt them once before in another lifetime. something similar to how a sister looks to her less stronger one. "if you're worried about what he thinks, then forget his ass. he should be lucky you even lettin him breathe your air".

and your nerves don't fall away all that quickly, but the air is less thick now. breathable. your eyes interested now in the cups she's bought. both filled with something pink, but the smell of it like that faithful burn of tequila.

"you're right".

she smiles."have i ever been wrong?"

your eyes rolling playfully. "no"

"exactly". shoving a cup in your hand before bursting up excited. "so sip on this and lets go mingle".

and maybe you're like your mom about these things but "mingling" is for the fucking birds. an unexcitable process of small talk that does your head in. because no one actually cares about anything real, or different, or new, they just want to make good on first time impressions. all the real things, these scary little bits of air and unspoken moments between the words. something something, if we make the daughter of the vice president of the most infamous, illustrious, biker club in all of florida laugh and smile and twiddle her fucking thumbs, then we've made it to the inner inner ring, of the inner circle. which is a lie and a half. sweaty shoulders rubbing up at yours and the dampness nearly folding over your stomach with disgust as you follow naomi through to a less busy area of the backyard. the heat steeping in and weighing over everywhere. the crowd as idle as she said it was. hesitation in their bones as they wait for some fearless leader to make the first move of jumping in, so they of course then, can follow.

you sip at your cup, and then nearly guzzle it the rest of the way. a cold, fruity bite to your tongue that helps ease the angst.

your eyes peering over to the sliding door that connects the backyard and the inside of the house. like a mere gazing over would summon the not so true bane of your existence. a nineteen year old boy with a penchant for unscrewing your nerves loose. your words tongue tied when they aren't soothed into an easy quiet submission by the sweetness of his mouth. groaning little kisses that leave you frenzied and a little dazed and scared. because he has that way about him unfortunately. a lax sort of domineer. flirtatious eyes and quick little phrases that make your skin crawl something horrendous but excellent just the same. you literally despise him. mouth seeking your cup again. already at the end of your drink and feeling the hard rush in of it in your blood. warmth in your belly and a dizzying effect that loosens your anxieties. the type of buzz that asks for more.

a small little table exists near a group of shrubs. a cloth bag nestled in a particularly thick way of leaves. your hand sticking down and into the bag to pull out a bottle of tequila. because seth said "only my buddies get the good shit", everyone else suffering with cheap beer they bought, waiting for dean and his kegs to arrive.

and with a harsh splash of water—some rando a little less than recklessly diving into the pool—does the party finally actualize. bodies corralling quickly in that cold wash of blue and the music a little louder. this concoction of whatever on your tongue and your urges less accounted for.

surely this is what naomi means when she says "mingle". forgetting about yourself a little and just being. a hard task made easier when tequila doesn't give two shits about what it means to be perceived. eighteen not as dangerous when you've got liquid courage to slot a small battery in your back.

"samir right?", his name calling sweetly on your tongue. the leaving of it gentle as you make to get closer to him. a tall-ish boy—but certainly not taller than roman—with a rich dark caramel complexion. charming hooded eyes and the cutest nose. his beer clutched for dear life in his hand like he'd maybe pay to be anywhere else.

"uh, yeah". a cautious sort of surprise. like the possibility of speaking to him was slim to none. "how'd you know-"

"i seen you with yah dad before...", memory working amidst the alcohol. your words a little loose. stepping closer to him to get over the loud play of the music. his cologne nice in your nose. the type of scent made for double takes and "where'd you get it from?" questions. a silent wingman working as a possible conversation opener for anxious girls who maybe don't know that being this close makes for a heavier suggestion of familiarity. an intimate proximity like you know him more than just from seeing him around. "...he brings his car around my pops shop for tune ups n stuff. you look like him", and maybe the smile after that comment with the way you stand next to him implies something more than it should or more than you want it to but you don't notice. the fuzz of your brain winning the 'i dont give a fuck about being perceived' war.

but samir is smiling and his shoulders are maybe not as slacked and bored. squared now with a new sense of purpose and open and facing you, like he's giving you the space to be as close as you'd like. like for some odd reason, if you fell into him, he'd catch you better, not that there'd be any reason for that but yeah...whatever, and the buzz is so obviously shaping your blood to run with a renewed sense of unawareness of present situations. thoughts roaming off to weird deep ends before they slip back close to where they belong. sipping at your cup again before you peer up to find him staring. a quick wandering of his earthy brown eyes, maybe at the silver of your necklace or the cup at your lips or maybe even a little below where your necklace dips in.

samir's eyes bug. an embarrassment clinging to the shape. like he's just snatched himself out of the daze of staring at you. a throat clear that exposes the uncomfortableness in his own body at being made. "what're you drinkin?"

"it's just juice and tequila, fruit punch i think...", taking a sip. "...beers not my thing".

"s'not mine either", he gives. looking at his beer bottle unsatisfied. "kinda just grabbed it, cuz it's the only thing here".

and maybe he'd have more fun if he were where you are? loose and slightly adrift. carefree amidst a sea of people who care too much. "if i say where the stash is, you won't tell right?"

"not a soul".

your head juts, a motion for him to follow. his steps in rhythm with yours and that cologne staining his skin still flirting with your nose. like a light goading. this silent attempt to lure you into something unfamiliar. because all you know is the cool silver of this necklace, strong teasing fingers and that dark rumbling engine. the nineteen year old boy—who you don't think to name at the moment, not even in the secrecy of your thoughts—this not so true bane of your existence, is still, to you, a great big world of an almost man. tall and surrounding and new and the whole of what you feel for him still uncovered. so maybe it isn't exactly smart—even if such a rebellion lives in the name of a not so odd, half baked, tequila born, self esteem boost—to live so deeply in this state of coyness. a realization, or rather a confession, that threatens the carelessness binding your bones.

eighteen a little dangerous still, playing loose and a little faster in your blood. because the liquid courage gives you this two-fold, uncanny, brazen sort of awareness. convictions flowing strong, parentally charged in a way that makes your ego break against it in bursting acts of rebellion. the midnight summer air sticky against the skin and baiting. the warmth like a second rushing in, a muggy air of defiance living beside the heat in your belly and the sweet flavor on your tongue.

you push through that grouping of shrubs, revealing the hefty bottle.

"shot?", a question but not really. more like a soft demand, styled with a smile and inviting eyes.

the pour of it playing over samir's voice. a near drown out. "sure", he gives. the cup in his hand already before his decision can come into any finality. "cheers", the words slipping off to linger in the air like he's trying out the phrasing. like he's trying to please your excitement enough to keep it there on your lips.

you take the stain of it on your tongue quickly. a clear burn that conquers easily on its way down. your throat humming to give it some ease but poor samir is reducing more by the seconds into a fit of coughs. the dry dirtiness of the tequila new for him. not yet to be overcome by the looseness it'll give his bones.

you laugh. a fit of giggles living a little less than controllable. mixing a more digestible drink into his cup. something more similar to yours. "you don't drink too much huh?"

"nah", his face scrunching. expression embarrassed. "not really".

"here", passing the cup back to him again. "try this".

he sips at your concoction. face less screwed as the sweetness of it tempers the bitterness in his mouth. "s'pretty good", natural dark eyes a little brighter. a spark struck across them even. surely not made from janky pool lights that work no better than the old neighborhood street lamps. a courage to him that seems to settle in after he sips again. a courage that leaps with fresh legs. "you have, really, really beautiful eyes", tumbling out. unable to be stopped. the thought perhaps always there but now given the freedom to breathe. to walk and run.

"oh". dumbstruck. a load of giggling that bursts abrupt. not malicious, no. just the sort of drunken amusement caught from the suddenness of a thing. untamable almost if not for the fall of his face. making you feel awful, like shit. "i-..."

samir blinks. like he's just been un-dazed from a dream. "that was corny, i'm sorry".

"no, no, no, it's fine, i just-", your fingers trembling slightly. reaching across the little table to touch him. hands in his, to give him surety "i just-i didn't expect you to say that. thank you".

"i'm interruptin something?"

the question teasing as it leaves. flip flops shuffling before they flap down, smacking against the wet cement surrounding the pool. an obnoxious, creeping, entrance. it makes your blood more solid. hearing that mocking tone he gives. roman and the forever glimmer of mischief, spread about his eyes and his lips. like he's hinting the possibility of a storm. gaze drifting over your hands, the way they leave samir's, the proximity of your bodies and the ease of it. a knot in your belly, corralling in with a load of dirty little feelings. roman tall and broad. suffocatingly so. annoyingly so. like a tower. like a mountain that blocks the sun to cast a shadow. that burst of brazenness spreading fun under your skin, now tugging itself along to shuffle back into the dark nothing of a corner. but why should you have to cringe and recoil in and from your innocent fun? why couldn't you delight yourself in a little attention? was that so horrible? your arms crossing over. disruption, childlike and eager, running alongside the bold streak.

"no". your smile tight lipped. voice bright. "just poppin samir's tequila cherry".

samir chokes. coughs dangerously hard. roman's eyes slitting to narrow. his jaw giving a small clench before he returns your expression. a mirthless grin. "how nice. i hope he enjoyed it".

"i think he did".

roman's brows lift. your audaciousness funny. "lets ask". attention directing itself toward samir, who seems to be the most uncomfortable.

"i uh", his hand setting the cup down. nervous, antsy and it irks you whole. "yeah, it was. it-it was fine".

roman hums. shuffles up more till he's nearly flushed against your back. the fabric of his tank top blowing with the heat of the slim midnight breeze, hitting whats exposed of your skin. a reminder. your fists clenching. fucking asshole. the necklace at your chest still cool. in agreement with him. his presence this annoying, territorial claim. possessive and unwavering. your belly empty, your head swimming and frustration clinging to your nerves so well that it's stupid. because this is stupid. because annoyance shouldn't live like this, shouldn't find even ground with enjoyment so well. blood hot, something dizzy working behind your eyes. a complicated, rush of a feeling that has yet to be totally deciphered.

"you're one of seth's buddies right?"

"yeah something like that". samir appearing less tall. shrunken in and a half step from paper frail. less willing to indulge his eyes. the interest in them gone and refusing to meet your face. and it sours whatever unnamed sweetness held for him. your curiosities gone. because allowing roman to destabilize him so easily. unbalanced and too shy for proper confidence. where was the fun, competitive edge, in that? a bold streak of something uneasy and conflicting and tricky. not simply rolling over and letting him win. thats what this was supposed to be. a riot for some damn reclamation. "i'm just gonna go", samir says. your eyes rolling as he gathers himself to leave the small safety of the table.

you peer up at roman. the source of all this bullshit angst housed in your person. his face soft but angular somehow. tender lips existing as the object of your lingering desires. his shoulders wide and his body thick thanks to home cooked meals and too much football. your fists balling till they ache. tequila dulling the pain of your nails but doing nothing for the baseless frustration. this boy... this man... this whatever he is, so pretty and exacting and sure all the damn time. always testing and making attempts and looking. your skin less like skin and more like metal. like the tinny cold make of one of his many football trophies. and now you feel no better, no greater than samir. shrinking in and your throat tight again. dizzy and trembly. a leaf in the breeze. like you're back upstairs in seth's guest room, peering into the mirror. eyes yours, but more useful for him now.

hate isn't too strong a word is it? your father says it sometimes. like the word is venom born, made to poison. says it and then kisses your mother anyways. kisses and hugs her and churns her indifference into pretty, wispy noise. rich and thick. honey inspired. so if that works. venom and honey. both thick and useful. then maybe they're the same.

"you're such a dick", you cut at him. eyes rolling hard. making to step around him. but he's so tall and everywhere. a world and a half.

and he laughs. like everything is so funny. like you're funny. a joke. sweetened tequila on the tongue. bathing your stomach. fuzzily in the brain. he thinks you're a joke.

"how would you know, you've never seen one".

you gasp. your shoulder trying it's hardest to check him. a barely registered move that gets you past him and closer to the pool. "ass", you yell. loud enough for people to hear.

skin sticky. trembling still. exasperated. your feet a harsh descending as you stalk to the opposite edge of the pool. the beginning steps of the shallow end. dean there with a cup of beer in hand. hair long and already damp.

"trouble in paradise?"

your eyes cut. a sharp look to warn him. a deep breath as you breach the water with your foot. trying the cool of it. "your friend is a fuckin asshole", you give.

he chuckles. like maybe he knows that to be a little true. "what'd he do?" and when you don't answer, occupied with settling into the chill of the pool, he turns his attention over to his friend. chuckling still. "what the hell did you do?"

roman flips his hand. a 'whatever' motion, like he couldn't be bothered to even care.

your blood boils. loose and on fire. "what doesn't he do?!" loud and irritated enough for dean to hear. loud enough for roman. for seth and the twins and everyone else in between. but it doesn't stop the party. just adds to the air. to the drone of the festivities. to splashes of water, and the splatting smack of beach balls. to good feeling breezy wind and the thumping bass of music. to guys trying to flirt with girls and girls trying to quell their boyish half baked charms with coyness and shooing splashes of water. the party in full effect and alive. pulsing and balanced. and maybe you shouldn't be in the pool, all loose-brained and dizzy feeling. but the water feels good and the distance from roman is a welcomed addition. gets his cologne out of your nose and rids you of the sensation of his body along your back.

but his mischief isn't done. stretches with a fresh awakened need to stress your nerves. the pull up and discard of his tank top a sensational performance. like he's mocking and poking and punishing you with the gasp and squeals of girls who pry at him with sharp hopeful eyes. his body dipping into the pool on the deep end before breaching up with his hair slicked back and dusting his shoulders. curling up as it meets the air all finger provoking like.

you hate him.

feet splashing behind you. dean stepping to sink further and further into the icy blue of the pool. a quick, resolute voice of mediation. "aaalright...", he draws out. "...none of this shitty, sulky, energy". his back to you, arms stretched out and waiting, like a human pool noodle. "hop on".

but the water is safe here at the shallow end. close to the stairs and faraway from eyes and his prying little stare that grows more amused by the minute as you fight and fail to ignore it. "dean, i don't think thats a good—", your body up ended. water splashing as you panic. a fast jostling maneuver that forces you to grapple him as he lifts you onto his back. "dean!!!", thrilled and pissed and dazed behind the eyes still. arms and legs wrapping tight about him as he treads into the deep end.

and he's all smiley, the little shit. "you don't got much of a choice unfortunately".

"i can't swim".

"i know", patting the clinging wrap around of your arm. reassurance that barely makes a full registration about the body. "i ain't gonna let you drown sweets".

"sweets?"

"new nickname for you", he hums. satisfied with the ring of it.

and you snort. set your head atop of his as he treads the water. because dean—and though it's unusual for him to fail at many things—is unfailing at pleasing his penchant for nicknaming people. you in particular. a little list of moniker's reflecting the growth of your relationship. from 'sis', at sixteen, to 'sissy' at seventeen, and then a very offhanded 'babe' for sometime. a jokey little term of affection you accepted, because the humor of it proved stupid and weird and annoying for roman. always silently bristling about it. these wordless little shifts in his expression. a disapproval he felt was maybe too childish to name properly. but dean didn't linger on it too long. a little razz of a name before moving on back to just calling you by your government. but 'sweets' is new. promotes something, maybe, a bit more delicate than the others. more endearing.

"cute", you approve. "where are we going?"

"where the party is".

your arms grow tighter. cinched threateningly at his neck. his little laughs and the edge of his weight against yours not doing much to make your irritations any true problem. but you try anyways. "i swear to God, and Jesus freakin Christ ambrose...", your voice biting. words slipping through your teeth. "...if you take me over to him on some kum ba yah bullshit, i will drown you. i will use all of my weight and pin you to the floor of this pool...", his sputters, chuckles flaming your blood. "...i will end you. i don't wanna talk to him".

"you two go at it like a fuckin married couple, just—"

your name shrieks across the pool. a drawl of a mezzo soprano voice. pretty and clear like freshly cut diamonds. sing song like and attention grabbing. enough for dean to halt his treading and pivot. curiosities a shitty merging with some low level form of dread. tequila swimming in your stomach, this large, prong attached battery. a careless, suspicious, jolt of energy about your blood as you get closer to chauncey hayes and her mini crowd of personality destitute friends. and no, the dread doesn't spring off from some shriveling form of a fear absolute, but rather the regular anxieties of interacting with a girl too boy obsessed to think straight. because chauncey still roams free and ditsy-like in the halls of tenth grade socialization. a shark of a particular caliber. too small to be truly frightening but existing large enough to annoy already poorly wired nerves. tonight is not the night for this. tonight is not the night for chauncey hayes.

"just the girl i wanted to chat it up with", she smiles. a little looser than tight lipped. like the work of ingratiating herself to you is a goal but not a top priority. sincerity casting bright for some seconds as she drops her eyes. "hi dean".

"ladies", he gives, to her and all her friends. polite and smirky like. their reactions amusing.

"what's up?", you ask. ready to get it over with. your arms and legs clinging to dean still. less vexed. seeking comfort.

"so um...", a faux bout of rumination. her eyes a light bright warm brown, glowing to contrast the cool blue of the pool. a summery colored bathing suit fitting her skin and her hair loose and curly. "...you're cool with the twins right?", her eyes flicking to jimmy and jey. reverential, bordering needy and crazed even. naomi atop jimmy in a similar fashion to how you cling to dean. but her body proves less anxious, more affectionate. the boys cornered and laughing gut deep with roman and seth. "like...deep family connects and all that good stuff?"

"how federal of you", dean mumbles.

and yes, blame it on the alcohol. spirits saturating your veins. curiosities fortified and blindly misguiding. so much so that your clues as to where this might lead are a bit blurred. a nameless teenaged ruin. oh yes, just blame everything on that fruity, semi-acrid taste steeped into your tongue. "i guess you could say that, yeah".

"so whats the status on them then? ... like, i know jimmy and naomi are connected at the hip but roman specifically...", a rushing in where words intend to flow. heat and blood. the inner parts of your ears muddied with an ill feeling. a disruptive sensation. fingers alive with these little twitches. belly swimming. nausea maybe. a well, wet with liquor and a deep vexing. because what the actual hell? "...like what's his deal? is he taken?"

dean laughs. from the base of his gut. abrupt and ill-controlled. amusement full in his cheeks. "oh young and the restless, eat shit, this is magic", he barks.

"dean. shut. the fuck. up", you cut. tongue sharp like obsidian. shifting along his back. re-hooking your legs and focusing your eyes from that loose daze. for what? better posture maybe? a maneuvering perhaps that gives one of your arms more reach, more freedom. a reason unknown really. but your human pool noodle takes it as a sign to tread a step backwards. like he knows something you don't. "why do you ask?", your eyes slitting. no less curious, but the anxieties are fallen away to leave a spark of something vicious feeling in it's wake. an unchallenged sensation housed in your chest. a beating, a pulse. the pump of it venturing out to the center of your forehead and the tips of your toes. a thorough spreading about till you're filled with the brutality of it. a dangerous feeling. whole and sweet and grimy.

"i mean...what do you mean why?", chauncey flicking her shitty little eyes over to roman. a dazzling appreciation in them that aches your teeth. "have you seen him?"

you grin. mirthlessly. "what makes you think i'd know what he likes?"

"you're always hanging around...", a patronizing go of words. her eyes rolling, the thought of it sticking to her odd and unwanted. like your proximity to him is more of a nuisance than a fulfillment of his own wants. of each others wants. "...i figured you had a little insider information".

and the way your arms wrap around dean for stability, fingers clutching nails into his pale skin. anger attempting to be tempered but proving formidable and real bitchy. his throat grunting as he feels the violence of it. "ouch...", he pats your arm for reprieve. to draw you back off the ledge. that resolute voice of mediation coming back in full stride. awkward and stuttered. "...ok uh, so i think maybe...maybe in the spirit of pool parties and um...buoyancy? ...yeah that sounds right... that we should do a breathing exercise...y'know just something to chill us out—"

you cut off his rambling. "is this you trying to be funny?", his hands digging into your thighs to keep you up as you press forward. "your town cryin ass is always ten steps ahead on gossip but you don't know him and i are together?...", voice louder than before. erupting till its bouncing off pool waves to ripple out to the deep end. "...have been together?"

she scoffs. fighting not to shrink. "he doesn't even talk you up, i—"

"ok, ok, wait!", dean calls out. bewildered at chauncey's nonchalance. treading back.

"girl are you fucking dense?", you yell.

"ah shit", dean mumbles. backing away slowing. bones heavy amidst the water.

but you keep going. laughing with teeth. a mild mannered hysteria. "do you not like your life?"

"are you threatening me?", chauncey shrieks. trembling but warring against it.

"you know who i am", you give. amused and loose blooded.

"ok, i think thats enough magic for tonight", dean mumbles. his thumb rubbing into your knee as he holds and carries you to the stairs resting at the center edge of the pool.

the metal curve of the stepping rods cold to the touch. your bones tired and heavy. skin wet. an empty, drained, sensation coddling terribly well everywhere. that short bout of hysteria dead. the party goers unsure of when or how to resume. awkwardly existing under the torture of your fire. the buzz once sizzling your blood, growing neutral and ill-suited for this new lane of emotion. a merging onto something quiet and dejected. the thump of the music never returning to it's former glory, even as your feet press forward into the house. tracking in wet, an untouched collection of dry towels hanging near the entrance. your hand snatching one up, making a b-line for the other side of seth's house. his kitchen scarce of teenage bullshit—apart, of course, from your own—and the loud song of too trivial chatter. the large towel wrapping your body, a tender lean against the counter, trembling softly, waiting for the chill to stop.

a gut wrenching sort of enervation plays dutifully under the skin. on cue and terribly in the pocket. a grimace worthy rhythm. it makes a disgusting, beautiful, cruel tune out of your nerves. bursting and wild, like the roar of an old iron made engine. a rumbling orchestra, dirty in its symphony, those residuals of anger oh so noisy in the body. feeling mighty and familiar. a fire and grime inherited surely. because who are you that it'd pass you by without troubling skin and bones and the thoughts made ready to leave your mouth? and sure, maybe in her mischief, chauncey deserved to be dug into the ground, her knowing bright eyes filled with wanting to tear you apart for the fun of it, but not with the easy mean speak of your father. she didn't deserve the grime and blast of that tough leathery part of his nature. at least not from you. being a vessel, holding this much in the same way, it hurts too badly to keep in. hurts more letting it go.

and roman is light footed as he steps into the kitchen. silent but full in presence. shaping the room to his body. but then again, everything looks quite too large for understanding when you've gone under such a quick, awful diminishing.

"sober yet?"

"almost".

he huffs through his mouth. a deep, amusing breath. "it's always the lightweights causing all the trouble", leaning up against the island that runs parallel to the counter. his eyes stitching to your skin. sewing in and binding themselves. "you gave the normals a show though, they'll have something to talk about for the rest of the summer".

your eyes roll, turning away from him. opening the kitchen fridge to grab a bottle of water. opening it to take a sip, before the sarcasm drips. "m'so happy i could give your fans free entertainment, apparently the little strip tease wasn't enough for them".

"takin my shirt off at a pool party is regular shit. i can't help it if girls like the way i look. i can't control how people react...", his face running hot with irritation. his cheeks dusting a faint red. loose curls joining up in his hands as he ties them into a small knot. " ...at least i wasn't baitin nobody. you get a little buzz and forget i exist apparently".

but samir was an empty rebellion. not forgetfulness. a coup against the self to rid of the overpower of his influence. an attempt at reclamation—of eyes and thoughts and opinions—at not caring and just being. was it misguided? sure, but not malicious.

"i can't help it if boys like the way i look".

"you was eatin it up...", he flares. not loud but deep. accusatory and pissed. "...all giggly n'shit, like you never heard a compliment before". his body shuffling closer to gain advantage in your line of sight. "i give you compliments all the time and you act all meek like you can't take it".

the plastic of the bottle gives a crinkling groan from the grip in your hand. your tired eyes meeting his. those last bits of looseness giving you the wherewithal to speak. "you wanted me to be a dick about it?"

"have the same energy or somethin", he grits. "you damn near threatened chauncey".

"she was makin it seem like i barely existed next to you!"

"because...you maybe don't", he breaks. urgent. his shoulders falling, unweighted now. like the thought has lived and shaped well in his mind for sometime. his face closer and troubled. a confusion born from frustration. "you don't want me next to you, you barely want me to touch you, and you hate when i look at you for too long, but you want everybody and they damn mama knownin we together".

that nausea. dizziness behind the eyes. "thats not true—"

"are we together?" he asks.

the air feeling harder to breathe. that bottle no longer clutched in your hand but too cold still and your ears flooding to the tips with heat. pressure welling up in your throat too much it starts to ache. fingers gathering to ball, nothing between them but the bite of your nails into the palms. the phantom of a thing they hold against for dear life. eyes prickling with a stabbing pain. the beginning of salty warmth that burns the skin.

you chuckle. mirthless and panicked. "thats not a real question. you can't be for real right now".

"you got somethin real to say to me then?"

and it's all resting palpable at the tip of your tongue. but it lacks the proper brilliance. makes no quarrel with itself of possibly being undigestible. it lives wholly uncomfortable, eagerly so, with a streak of menace. and this, he wants you to spit out? to let fall and burn and weight over the air. displeasure true in the heart of your chest, melted and flamed and dangerous like the inner core of the earth.

"why you so pressed to hear about what i got to say all the time? always lookin and diggin for stuff that don't matter".

"if its you, it matters", he stresses. confusion wearing well in his eyes but his words sure. "if it's not, then whatever. i don't care".

and this must be what drowning feels like. the flail of feet and arms and a hopeless horror. water sucked into the lungs, salty and raging against the palate. sinking the words with an evil diligence. but the body has a way about it. an uncanny, needy, pestering desire to survive. to live. so the drowning is not quick. and you are not overcome quickly. coughing and screaming, skin hot and cold and pale and wrinkling. blurry eyes and a gasp too large to contain for long enough. fingers pushing water to rush it behind, a play at propelling the weight of your bones beyond the surface. to say something, to be asked to speak truth to a wordless dread, is the painstaking performance of drowning. "...you have things... you have the club... all of your friends are my friends... it's easy, you get up one day and decide i'm not what you want, you can just leave".

"no". an instant thing, thick fingers cradling your face. his eyes frightened and brown and displeased. "no". resolute. always so damn sure of himself. his hands pulling, a soft embrace and gesture, your eyes unable to leave him. frightful of being seen but too weak to leave the meeting of his. "that's not true. and you boxin me in like that, it's not fair". your fingers tired, clutched and nailing into his arms. his face, a world of a thing. freckled and soft and tanned. cutting sharper at the jaw but gentle still around the eyes. mouth and tongue delicate despite the cool edge of him, his nature. "when i said, way back before ,that i gotchu, it wasn't me gassin yah head up. i was being real".

but he doesn't stop. doesn't drown under the roll in of a tumultuous wave.

his thumb sweeping your cheek. to soothe the skin. to persuade it of his care. "i'm never lookin at you to find somethin wrong or to find a reason not to look", his eyes a slow wandering pace. brushing smooth over your features. your lips and cheeks blooming with a sensation only admiration can give. "it's hard not lookin at you". chuckling and his eyes rolling. "and yeah the way he said it was corny as hell, but samir ain't wrong. you never not look good to me".

you can feel his breaths here. the draw of his mouth as his appreciation leads him closer. a bright sweetness on his tongue that quickens your blood. his nose a short dainty nudge into yours. anticipation filling the well of your body.

"i like being next to you". tall body slipping up calm. closer. surrounding you against the kitchen counter. "i like touching you". thumb skimming along your lips. "ain't nothin awful about all that huh?"

you shiver. the curl up of it riding along your spine. "no".

"exactly". convincing brown eyes and an exacting little grin. "and nothin bad is gonna happen either. i gotchu. you're mine".

his words a sweet working spell. lips a teasing slot along yours, but never making the full embrace of a kiss. your desperation for it pure. dampens the odd, dirty, hard to digest ideas.

he smiles. amused. "i snacked on a mint before i came in here so... you kinda gotta kiss me now".

you snort. slipping your fingers over his arms. holding tighter. the fresh scent on his tongue a gentle persuasion.

"it's mandatory huh?"

"yeah cause you been fallin off a lot actually. missin weekly quotas. thats real bad for business".

"something's gotta be done i guess".

he hums. planting tender and simple. tiny little pecks that lure you further into the give of his lips. a hand sweeping low, his arm curling about your waist, palms splayed. his fingers there bending and running dull to feel the supple fabric of your swimsuit beneath the towel. touching and testing his limits. seemingly waiting for you to pry yourself away. you breathe into his mouth, the air funneling out of your lungs. teeth a teasing bite into his lip. smiling and falling into him. his other hand meeting the exploration of the first. an unhurried pace over your body, along the line of your back. pressing in as it trails. a gasp melting on his tongue as it sweeps in, holding the tremble of you. "so pretty", he gives. littering your jaw with the affections of his mouth. your everything, feather feeling, weightless, arrested and held up in the strength of him. his smile curving into where he purses into your neck. the rhythm of your pulse playing into his kiss.

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livsbrutalitys-blog · 1 year ago

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MASTERLIST AND RULES

Hi guys I’m a new writer here on tumblr and I already have some stuff written and I can’t wait to share them with you! Here are the things/people i write for so if you have any request lmk!

➰-smut ✔️- fluff ➿-angst

• WWE

- Rhea Ripley

homecoming✔️

series

Unfinished business ➿

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 part 4

one shots

rhea ripley x fem!reader ➰

ex!rhea x fem!reader ➿

homecoming ✔️

- Dominik Mysterio

- Damian Priest

one shots

damian priest x fem!reader ✔️

untitled w fem!reader✔️

enemies to lovers?Damian priest x fem!reader ➿

- Becky Lynch

- Bayley

- Sasha Banks/ Mercedes Moné

- Liv Morgan

- Dolph Ziggler

- Drew Mcintyre

- Roman Reigns

one shots

roman reigns x fem!reader

- Jey Uso

- Jimmy Uso

- Trick Williams

- Carmelo Hayes

- Wes Lee

- Roxanne Perez

- CM Punk

- AJ Lee

- Nikki Bella

- Brie Bella

- Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley

- Baron Corbin

- Shayna Baszler

RULES

Here are some things I WILL NOT write about.

- p3dophillia

- n3crophilia

- inc3st

- non-con (cnc i will but nothing where one party is non-consensual/r@pe)

- any kind of bodily fluid play (bl00d is fine but no golden showers or anything like that)

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jazzyjj · 2 months ago

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Does anyone understand the random absolutely feral desire to reread a fic that has long since been deleted for mysterious reasons. Cause that's me rn. If you were an og discovering fanfiction.net in middle school and have any dearnoattachment fics saved I will literally gift you my first born🙏

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anonybaby · 3 months ago

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Better late than never.. right.. right ?!?! lol.

A thousand thank you’s to all my dear readers there is NO story without YOU. 🤍🤍🤍 I hope you enjoy.

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little-jey · 1 year ago

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check out my newest fic here!

i spent a lot of time on it lol ^^ i finished this art a hot sec ago and i was just WAITING to post these aahhhh

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mamirhodessxox · 1 month ago

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Deans being a sneakkky sneaakkkk 😋🙏

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smolwritingchick · 8 months ago

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Forced To Believe Chapter 56- Public Displays of Affection

Chapter Summary: The Shield take on Rosa, The NAO and Kane at Wrestlemania 30. Morgan makes up her mind about Ambrose

Words: 9,000+

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Kane and Dean start the match while Morgan grips the ropes tightly, still annoyed at the slap she got from Rosa.

'In due time...' She thought as she looked around at the thousands of people in attendance.

She still couldn't believe she was here at WrestleMania 30. Kane and Dean exchange words before they go at it. Kane throws him right into the corner and starts hitting him with punches until the ref breaks it up. Ambrose starts to fight back but gets hit with an uppercut by Kane. He stumbles into Kane's corner as Kane starts to distract the ref. Rosa takes the opportunity to hit Ambrose with a cheap shot as the crowd boos.

"And a cheap shot by Rosa." Cole looked on.

"Never take your eyes off that Hell Cat," King declared. "She's a beauty but boy is she deadly."

"Are you friggin' kidding me!?" Morgan shouted angrily.

Rosa starts giving the fans a show by flipping her hair around, earning whistles from people in the crowd.

"And Rosa isn't listening to a word, Morgan is saying," Cole said as Morgan made a frustrated growl while Rosa blew her a kiss.

"As soon as I'm in this ring with you, I'm gonna wipe that stupid smirk off your face!" The Outspoken Diva shouted and stood on the middle rope before Seth and Roman calmed her down.

Celeste tweets 'A lot of showboating going on by Rosa. But #CanSheBackItUp?'

Billy gets tagged in and hits Ambrose with an arm drag before putting him in an arm submission.

"Come on, Ambrose." Seth supported as The Shield looked on intently.

Billy throws Dean back to his corner and tags in Road Dogg as they start stomping on him. Road Dogg hits Ambrose with a belly to belly suplex and goes for the pin as Dean kicks out at two.

"Come on, boy. Come on, boy. It's time you learned your lesson." Road Dogg taunted and pushed his face around.

"Let's go, Dean." Roman cheered on.

"Go crazy!" Morgan shouted which made Ambrose glance at her. "They don't call you the lunatic fringe for nothing, right?"

Dean punches Road Dogg away, making him stumble back. Suddenly, Ambrose slaps himself in the face.

Nikki tweets 'Oooooo that triggered something. #MorganTheTrigger'

"Hey, that worked. Keep doing what you're doing." Seth praised Morgan.

"Not good enough! Get whacked out!" she exclaimed as Ambrose started to laugh like a madman and hit himself in the face again.

"Morgan trying to motivate Ambrose." Cole looked on.

"You gotta go deeper," Roman said to her.

"Deeper? This is as deep as I can go. What else do you want me to do?" She asked.

Seth and Roman gave her a look and she nervously chuckled.

"You're kidding, right? That's not necessary." She tried to reason as they continued to stare at her. "Why me?"

"Why not?" Roman countered.

"You guys are doing this on purpose." She exhaled and turned her attention back to Dean, who was on his knees after getting kicked by Road Dogg. "Hey! Don't just lie there! Where's that erratic and destructive side of Ambrose I fell in love with?!"

That starts to trigger Ambrose into gaining momentum as he starts fighting back against Road Dogg. Road Dogg kicks him to the ropes but Dean comes back and hits him with a clothesline as the crowd cheers.

"That's what I'm talkin' about!" Seth shouted.

"Could this be the opening Ambrose needs, to make a tag?" Cole asked as Dean crawled his way towards his teammates.

The crowd cheers loudly as soon as the Divas get tagged in.

"Yes! Divas!" King cheered.

"Oh, this is gonna be good," JBL said.

"Let's go! Come on!" Rosa shouted as she got in the ring.

"I'll make sure you can never dance, that disgraceful dance again!" Morgan yelled and jumped over the ropes, landing inside the ring.

The Outspoken Diva runs and spears Rosa down as she starts hitting her with hard shots to the face.

"These two aren't messing around. All the emotion, the attacks, everything these two have done to each other. These two want to destroy each other." Cole said.

Rosa turns them around and starts hitting Morgan with hard shots to the face until the ref breaks them up. Back on their feet, Rosa kicks Morgan in the stomach and slams her back down before kicking her in the stomach again to make her turn face first on the mat. She locks in a camel clutch submission as the crowd motivates Morgan to get out of it. Morgan gets on her feet and rushes backward into a turnbuckle, making Rosa release the hold. She takes the opportunity to perform the handspring back elbow smash but Rosa dropkicks her back, making her fall back down on the mat.

"Rosa has been studying Morgan, lately." Cole looked on.

She drags Morgan to the bottom turnbuckle in a corner and starts choking her with her boot.

"Come on Rosa! Get off of her! 1! 2! 3! 4!" The ref shouted and she released the hold at four.

Morgan manages to get up and tries to fight back but Rosa kicks her in the midsection and drops her with a swinging neckbreaker. She quickly goes for the pin but Morgan kicks out at two. Rosa bangs on the mat and glares at the ref.

"Come on!" She complained and started arguing with the ref.

Melanie laid on her back and looked up at the ceiling to rest for a moment. She wanted to make sure to make Milena look good as her character, Rosa Mendes, and it looked like things were going quite well in their match. The fact that they were wrestling here at Mania and in front of her cousin Chyna made her heart soar. She was beyond grateful and couldn't wait to perform the planned spots for the match.

Milena went back up to Melanie and gripped her hair, making her stand up.

"Okay, like we planned. Throw me across the ring by my hair," Melanie murmured to her with her hair in her face.

Roughly gripping her hair, Rosa tosses her across the ring, making Morgan grunt loudly and hold her head.

"I am the freakin' Costa Rican!" Rosa yelled at the crowd and put her arms out as the crowd gave her mixed reactions.

"Rosa seems very confident tonight," Cole said.

Brie tweets 'Somebody please #ShutRosaUp'

"I want you to watch as I make your baby cousin suffer!" Rosa pointed at Chyna while Chyna looked unimpressed and narrowed her eyes at her.

"And Rosa with the trash talking," Cole added.

She grabs Morgan by the hair again but gets punched in the midsection. Morgan runs to the ropes but Rosa counters with a tilt a whirl backbreaker and goes for the pin. Morgan kicks out at two as Rosa starts to get more frustrated.

"Come on, Morgan!" Seth cheered.

All of a sudden, Morgan hits Rosa with the backfire out of nowhere.

"There you go!" Roman clapped.

"Stay on her," Dean advised.

As the divas get up, they start punching each other back and forth. The crowd cheers 'Yay' for Morgan, and 'Boo' for Rosa until Morgan hits her with a few clotheslines and one leg dropkicks. Rosa manages to throw Morgan to the ropes and tries to go for a clothesline but Morgan slides down on her knees. She gets back up and quickly hits Rosa with a roundhouse kick, and pins her until Rosa's mom grabs her ankles, pulling her out of the ring.

"And look at Rosa's mother getting involved!" Cole exclaimed.

"I knew something like this was going to happen," King said as Rosa's mom tried to look innocent while The Shield was not happy.

"Son of a..." Morgan mumbled but all of a sudden, Jane jumped over the barricade as the crowd got excited.

"Where is Jane going!?" King asked in a high pitched voice.

"This has gone far long enough!" Jane shouted and tackled Rosa's mom down as the two of them began rolling around, fighting each other.

Celeste tweets 'The moms are going at it! Sweet! #MamaWars'

Rosa gets out the ring and kicks Jane off her mother. Before she can get her hands on her, Morgan and The Shield stand in front of Jane while The Outlaws and Kane stand in front of Rosa's mother.

"Back it up. Back it up, now." Ambrose threatened while Morgan checked on her mom.

"You back it up! Check that woman. She isn't supposed to be out here." Road Dogg pointed.

"And what about her?" Seth pointed to Rosa's mother.

"Are you okay?" Morgan asked with worry as she helped Jane.

"Oh hush, I'm fine. But I still want to get my hands on that witch." Jane replied. "I'm staying at ringside to make sure there is no more funny business."

Morgan nods and gets in the ring to tag in Seth while Rosa tags in Billy. Seth begins to take control by hitting him with one leg dropkicks. He kicks Billy in the midsection and strikes him with three suplexes. Billy crawls over to the middle ropes where The Shield is. While the ref was trying to calm down Rosa's team from protesting about The Shield's offense, Morgan decided to kick Billy in the face, getting a positive reaction from the crowd.

"Hey! Hey! Ref! Did you see that!?" Rosa shouted as she started to argue with the referee.

Billy begins to fight back before Seth hits him with an enzuigiri. They both crawl to their teammates as Morgan and Road Dogg get tagged in.

"Come on Morgan, you don't want to do this. You're gonna regret this. Just leave the ring." Road Dogg said, amused, but Morgan shook her head. "I warned ya,"

They circle around each other before locking up. Road Dogg clotheslines her and begins doing his little dance as he goes for the elbow. But Morgan moves out the way, making him hit the mat as Chyna smirks in satisfaction.

"Good..." Chyna said under her breath, nodding in approval.

"Looks like Chyna's been telling Morgan some secrets," King said.

"Morgan has said that she has been studying The Outlaws for the past few weeks," Cole added.

Road Dogg narrows his eyes at her and turns his attention to Chyna, understanding the situation.

"I see how it is..." He retorted and stood up.

They lock up again and he tries to go for the DDT but Morgan counters it with a kick in the midsection as Road Dogg starts to look annoyed.

"And Road Dogg does not look happy," Cole said as The Shield looked on with amusement.

"It's like she knows what moves he's going to do," JBL said.

Road Dogg starts arguing with the ref, and Rosa takes advantage by attacking Morgan from behind and hitting her with the Gory bomb as the crowd boos. Rosa gets back on the apron and looks at her nails while Road Dogg grins.

"What did you do?" The ref asked as he looked down at the pained expression on Morgan's face.

"I wasn't doing anything. I was just minding my business." Rosa replied while Billy Gunn agreed.

The Shield start trash talking to the Outlaws and Kane while Road Dogg starts taunting the crowd. He turns to Chyna and kicks Morgan in the stomach, making her groan in pain. Not liking the assault, Chyna clenches her fists and gives him a sharp look.

"Are you mad?" He provoked and slid out the ring to where Chyna was sitting. "She's a waste of space in this company! Seeing her reminds me of how terrible you were back in the day."

"Uh oh," JBL said as Chyna slowly stood up from her seat as the fans looked on with interest.

She punches him in the face and jumps over the barricade to start unloading on him with punches as the crowd goes wild.

"What is she thinking!? She's assaulting Road Dogg!" JBL shouted.

Celeste tweets 'Whoa! Did not see that coming! #ChynaStillGotIt'

"She's not assaulting him! She's giving him justice!" King exclaimed. "Go Chyna, go!"

"Chyna wasn't going to stand for the disrespect," Cole said.

'You Still Got It! You Still Got It!' The crowd chants as she ruthlessly attacks Road Dogg.

Morgan watches her beat him up with a satisfied expression. After all these years, she's still a hard hitter and never backs down to the men in wrestling. It was one of the things Morgan admires about her, and why she looks up to Chyna for wrestling.

"What is she doing!? She's not a part of the match!" JBL exclaimed.

"I don't care! Chyna's still got it! Woo hoo!" King shouted excitedly.

Rosa begins yelling at Chyna from the apron, annoyed at how she interfered in the match. Billy Gunn quickly gets off the apron and grabs Chyna off of Road Dogg.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing? What are you doing?" Billy exclaimed and released her as she turned around to face him.

"This is some reunion. These three have so much history together." Cole informed as Chyna and Billy faced off.

The crowd begins to boo once the ref manages to break everything up. Chyna sits back in her seat with an angry expression on her face while Road Dogg tags in Billy Gunn to take on Rollins.

"I don't think this is the last we'll be seeing of Chyna. The crowd will not be disappointed." King said.

"Can you believe her?" Road Dogg glanced at Chyna while Kane chuckled to himself, remembering the beating he received.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Seth hits Billy with a snapmare and tags in Morgan as she connects with a shining wizard.

"Nice takedown by Morgan." Cole complimented as she tagged in Roman.

Roman begins to take control of Billy before hitting him with a Samoan drop. He tags Morgan back in, and she gets on the top rope.

"Morgan's going sky high." Cole looked on.

She does her taunt, earning more cheers before hitting Billy with a moonsault.

"Beautiful moonsault by Morgan. I love it when she flies." King praised.

She tags Seth back in as he starts taking control of Billy. Road Dogg starts arguing with Seth after he hits Billy with a springboard diving knee to the head. Road Dogg decides to get in the ring but gets kicked in the midsection and thrown into a corner, following Billy Gunn running into him in the corner by Rollins.

"Quick tags by The Shield. Smart move." JBL said once Rollins tagged Morgan back in.

Morgan gets in the ring and hits The Outlaws with a handspring back elbow smash, making Chyna smile.

"That put a huge smile on Chyna's face!" King said while Morgan tagged Roman in.

"Not a lot of communication between Ambrose and Morgan tonight." Cole observed.

"Don't talk negative." JBL snapped. "They'll be okay. They'll work together in the match. I'm sure he's still resting after the offense he's taken, earlier."

Roman gets caught in an arm submission by Billy and starts to get worn down. Billy hits him with a suplex, and Rosa takes the opportunity to tag herself in. He holds Roman up and she hits him with a few slaps in the face.

"Rosa adding insult to injury," Cole looked on.

"I'm surprised she's in the ring with Roman Reigns of all people. She's lost her mind." JBL said as Rosa taunted the crowd again, earning mixed reactions.

She blows Morgan a kiss, which triggers The Outspoken Diva's annoyance.

"Oh, don't worry!" Morgan stood up on the middle rope. "I'm gonna wipe that dumb grin off your face! You're gonna get it! I promise you!"

"Shut up, you little brat!" Rosa shouted back before tagging in Kane while Seth and Dean calmed Morgan down.

"Now Kane is in the ring. Roman desperately needs to make a tag." Cole said.

Kane picks Roman up and hits him with a throat thrust, wearing him down even more. The crowd starts trying to motivate Roman as he gets thrown to the ropes. He manages to spear Kane out of nowhere and goes for the pin.

"Spear! Spear!" Cole shouted.

"Yes!" Morgan cheered.

The Outlaws manage to break up the pin just in time but then Ambrose gets in the ring and drops them with a double clothesline, before unloading on Road Dogg. As soon as he turns around, he gets dropped with a big boot by Kane.

"What a boot by Kane. Ambrose is out." King winced at the impact.

Kane turns around and gets hit by Roman's superman punch, making the crowd get louder. Meanwhile, Rosa decides to get on the top rope.

"What the-what is Rosa doing now?" Cole asked with an amused tone.

She does a loud battle cry and lunges herself at Roman, only to be caught by him in a powerbomb hold.

"No! No! Let me go! Let me go!" She screamed as Morgan started to smirk and climbed on a top rope.

"Uh oh, Morgan is searching for that dark place. That smirk means bad things." JBL said.

People in the crowd stand up and are in shock as they watch as Kane manages to lift Roman up for a powerbomb hold as well while Roman continues to lift up Rosa.

This spot was insane but they all were hoping it would be successful for this match. Butterflies were in Melanie's stomach as she waited for her cue to attack. She truly hoped she wouldn't miss.

"Now this is a WrestleMania moment!" King exclaimed

"Oh my gosh, Rosa! Get her down, Roman!" JBL shouted.

"Look out!" King shouted in a high voice.

Seth jumps on the ropes and dropkicks Kane while Morgan jumps off the top rope, giving Rosa a clothesline. Everyone drops down and lands on the mat. The roar of the crowd got louder as they start chanting 'Holy shit'.

"Oh my gosh, these competitors may be broken in half!" Cole shouted.

"This is insane!" JBL yelled.

"Oh my gosh! Is Morgan okay!? Is Rosa okay!? Are the divas all right!?" King shouted as the crowd chanted 'This is awesome!'.

Morgan lies on the mat, face first, breathing heavily while the ref checks on all the competitors.

'Niiiiice.' Melanie praised herself for a job well done while loving the loud cheers.

"No one is moving!" King looked on.

"We need to see that a couple of times," Cole said as the titantron showed the replay of the big move 5 times, 2 in slow motion.

"The reckless nature of some of these competitors can be a thrill to watch," King said as everyone started moving and crawling their way to their corners.

Morgan rolls out the ring and rolls over on the back, exhausted. Jane checks on her, comforting her in a motherly way. Seth and Dean roll back over to their apron and rest, while the Outlaws roll over to their apron to rest. Rosa rolls out the ring on her side and rolls on the front of her body, exhausted from the impact as her mother comforts her.

"I hate to see these wonderful divas get so extreme against each other during this match," King mentioned.

"Who are you rooting for?" Cole asked.

"I love them both, I can't choose!"

Roman and Kane are left alone in the ring again as they start hitting each other with back and forth punches. 'Yay' for Roman, 'Boo' for Kane until Roman connects with a leaping clothesline. He throws Kane to the ropes and connects with a Samoan Drop before tagging in Rollins.

"Here comes The Architect," Cole said as Rollins began hitting Kane with multiple kicks and landing a kick to the back of the head.

Kane stumbles to the turnbuckle as Rollins runs and hits him with a big splash. Rollins continues the assault by giving him a reverse STO into the middle turnbuckle.

"Is there a camera on Rosa or Morgan? Are they still down?" King asked with concern and a camera showed them still down and out. "Oh man, this is not good!"

"Calm down. They are strong women. They'll survive. Stop your whining," JBL retorted.

Brie tweets 'WWEMorgan101 isn't moving at all. I hope she didn't hurt herself badly.'

Celeste tweets 'Morgan! Get your butt up and show the guys how it's done! Don't just lie there! Get up and fight my grape monster!'

Kane manages to fight back and tag in Road Dogg. He hits Rollins with a clothesline and gives him the Shake, Rattle and Roll. He throws Seth to his team and starts distracting the ref, making Kane and Billy strike him with cheap shots.

Dean starts pacing on the ropes while glancing at Morgan who is still down and out. He was contemplating if he should check on her or give her space because of their strained relationship with each other. Part of him wants to check on her, but the other part of him thinks she will push him away. He decides against checking on her, knowing her fighting spirit, and leaves her to recover on her own. She could handle herself and was not going to give up so easily.

"She's okay," Roman reassured him after watching him glance at her occasionally.

"I-I know that," Ambrose murmured.

As much as Ambrose tries to hide his emotions, part of him is full of grief for the mistakes he's made in the past while Morgan suffered. Even if Morgan said she forgave him, it wasn't enough for him. He started to think negatively about her answer, thinking that she just said it so he could stop apologizing. He thought she did not mean it. The words 'I forgive you' weren't enough for him. She would have to do something stronger to prove to him that she forgave him for everything.

Those words she said to him ran through his head again. Did she mean it? Does she still love him? Does she trust him again? Did she say it so he could back off? Did she say it to leave her alone? Did she move on from him? More negative thoughts went inside the Lunatic Fringe's head.

"Dean. Relax." Roman put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Stop beating yourself up. Everything is gonna be fine."

He let out a breath and nodded. "All right..."

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Seth finally gains momentum by kicking Road Dogg in the back of the head as the crowd cheers loudly.

"This may be Seth's opening," Cole said.

"Hey, what I miss?" Morgan smiled, standing right next to Ambrose on the apron.

Ambrose snaps his head to the Outspoken diva right next to him and smiles at her, keeping his cool.

"You're about to kick their asses." He replied.

She let out a laugh. "I like the sound of that."

She turns her attention to Rollins who tags her in as she gets in the ring while Rosa gets in the ring as well.

That smile she gave him...was it genuine? Dean shook his head, trying to get the negative thoughts out of his head. It was starting to drive him insane as he tried to keep his composure.

"Ambrose is showing a lot of emotions tonight. One minute he's calm, the next he's irate. What is going through his head?" Cole wondered.

"I don't know and honestly, I don't want to find out," King replied.

Morgan connects with three clotheslines, a left kick then a right kick, and a roundhouse kick to the face. The Outspoken Diva throws Rosa to the corner and connects with a handspring elbow smash. Rosa falls down face first, and Morgan traps her in the Breakdown submission as the crowd gets hyped.

"Uh oh, Rosa's in trouble!" Cole said as she tried to fight her way out of the hold.

Without the ref looking, due to the distraction of Kane, Billy kicks Morgan in the back of the head, making her release the hold. He quickly got back on the apron while the ref turned back to the women.

"Ow!" Morgan shouted as she stood up, rubbing the back of her head. Turning to Billy, she frowned. "Are you kidding!?"

Taking advantage, Rosa manages to kick Morgan in the midsection and throws her across the ring by the hair once again.

"Rosa is playing very dirty tonight. I love her feisty attitude," King said.

Rosa mocks Morgan's cocky curtsy, earning some loud boos from the diehard Morgan fans. She turns to The Shield and starts taunting them before walking straight up to Ambrose, giving him a stinging slap in the face, which surprises the crowd.

"Whoa!" King shouted.

"Is she insane!?" JBL exclaimed.

"That's for being a stupid fool!" Rosa yelled at Dean.

"The hell do you think you're doing!?" Seth shouted as he and Roman looked at her in disbelief.

"Shut your mouth, two tones." She put her hand in his face while Ambrose tilted his head to the side and rubbed his cheek.

Naomi tweets 'Rosa is funny. I love it. #TalkToTheHand'

Brie tweets 'Don't think that was a wise move LaRosaMendes. #NowIsTheTimeToRepent'

Celeste tweets 'So! When is LaRosaMendes' funeral once Ambrose gets his hands on her? #GotMySpeechWritten #HereLiesRosaMendes #DeadWomanWalking'

"This!" Rosa flaunted her body around with a smirk. "This is what you could have had! Remember that."

Ambrose starts to seethe while Seth and Roman calm him down.

"Control that hot head!" JBL pointed out.

"Rosa, obviously upset at the fact that she's still not with Ambrose after their confrontation months ago," Cole reminded.

Rosa gets on top of Morgan and starts unloading on her with slaps and punches.

"I'm going to embarrass you in front of the whole world!" she screamed and got off of her.

She throws Morgan to the ropes before hitting her with a sidewalk slam, making Morgan groan in pain. She goes for the pin but The Shield's girl kicks out a two.

"Rosa has been very aggressive these past few months. It's starting to become a good advantage for her." Cole said as Rosa put her in a cross armed surfboard submission from behind.

Morgan makes an aggravated sound effect. "Let go!" She screamed.

"Tap out!" Rosa screamed back and leaned back more.

"Don't break her back! She's bending her in ways that she shouldn't bend!" King said with concern.

"Morgan! Do not tap out! Come on!" Roman yelled.

"Come on, Morgan! You got this! Do not tap out! Don't!" Rollins shouted and began stomping on a steel step, trying to motivate her with the crowd.

"Come on, sweetie!" Jane banged on the mat for support.

She manages to fight her way out by breaking free of Rosa's hands, only to be beaten down again by her. Rosa stands up and throws her to her corner. She starts to distract the ref while Road Dogg kicks Morgan in the back of the head.

"Son of a..." Morgan grumbled as she held the back of her head.

Ambrose snaps and starts to growl as he gets in the ring, lunging himself at Road Dogg, and making them fall out of the ring.

"And Ambrose has had enough!" Cole looked on as all the guys started fighting outside the ring, with The Shield getting the upper hand.

Back in the ring, Morgan gets on her knees but Rosa strikes her with a hard kick to the face, making the crowd 'Oh' at the impact. Morgan falls back down on her back, holding her face in pain. Rosa starts to evilly laugh and looks in delight at her pained expression.

"This woman loves pain, doesn't she?" JBL assumed.

"Rosa is just stalking Morgan now," Cole observed.

Rosa walks over to the ropes while The Outspoken diva tries to get up in the middle of the ring.

"Bye bye Morgan!" Rosa screamed as she ran towards her and gave her a nasty swinging neckbreaker as the crowd 'Ohs' at the impact.

"Gosh...I think Rosa knocked Morgan out. This may be it." King said as Jane started to look concerned.

Rosa's mother starts cheering and jumping up and down. Rosa gets on her hands and knees as she looks down at Morgan, laughing at her.

"You see Morgan!? I'm better than you! I'm gonna beat you! I am gonna-"

"Seth Rollins!" Cole shouted as Rollins stomped on the back of Rosa's head, hitting her with the Peace of Mind, earning loud cheers. "Seth Rollins! He just came out of nowhere!"

Celeste tweets 'Hahaha! Now THAT was funny!'

"What in the world!?" King shouted.

"That's what you get!" Seth shouted and got hyped up.

He drags Morgan on top of Rosa's body as the ref goes for the pin. Billy Gunn dropkicks Seth out of the ring and quickly breaks up the pin. He waits for Morgan to get up before hitting her with the Famouser.

"Famouser on Morgan!" Cole exclaimed.

Billy drags Rosa on top of Morgan as the ref goes for the pin. As soon as Billy turns around, he gets speared by Reigns.

"Spear!"

Roman grabs Rosa's leg and pulls her off of Morgan, breaking up the pin. Rosa glares at him and stands up, slapping him in the face.

"Who do you think you are!? Don't you dare put your hands on me!" She screamed.

Suddenly, Roman picks her up in the Samoan drop hold.

"No! No!" She screamed as she started kicking her legs.

Roman roars and drops her down for the Samoan drop and drags Morgan on top of her for the pin. Road Dogg gets in the ring and clotheslines him as he rolls out of the ring. He breaks up the pin and hits Morgan with a big boot.

"Jeesh! How many kicks in the face is Morgan going to receive tonight!?" King exclaimed as Road Dogg dragged Rosa on top of Morgan for another pin.

Seth manages to break up the pin and hits Road Dogg with an enzuigiri, making him roll out the ring. As soon as Rosa gets on her knees, Rollins hits her with a diving knee to the head and drags Morgan on top of her. The ref begins to count while Kane connects a big boot to Seth's face. Kane breaks up the pin and grabs Morgan, preparing for the chokeslam.

"Oh no, don't do this! Don't!" JBL exclaimed as Kane raised her high up in the air.

"Chokeslam!" Cole shouted as he dropped her down and dragged Rosa on top of her for the pin. "These two divas are like punching bags, getting hit with all these finishers."

"1!"

"2!"

Seth and Roman quickly break up the pin.

"And The Shield stay alive! Amazing teamwork."

Ambrose gets back in the ring and attacks Kane as they roll outside the ring. They start hitting each other back and forth with punches before going over the barricade.

"Where is Ambrose going!?" King wondered.

"I got a bad feeling about this. This reminds me of Elimination Chamber." JBL added.

Meanwhile, Seth and Roman get beaten down at ringside by The Outlaws as Rosa recovers in the ring. Roman gets thrown into the barricade and back in the ring, Morgan is hurt as Rosa stands in a corner, watching her every move. The Outlaws get on the apron and Kane starts walking back to ringside.

"Wait, where's Ambrose!?"

Celeste tweets 'As I feared...'

"Looks like The Shield has bigger problems," Cole said as Kane got on the apron.

Morgan gets on her knees and exhales.

'All alone...' She thought to herself.

Rosa's team gets in the ring and Morgan goes after Kane but gets grabbed by the Outlaws as they hold her down for Rosa.

Rosa fixes her boot. "You wanna bleed on your face, again!?" she scowled.

"Oh no. Déjà vu from The Wyatt Family match." King remembered.

All of a sudden, Seth jumps in and strikes Kane with a knee to the face and kicks the Outlaws out of the ring while Rosa looks on in shock.

"Thank goodness for Rollins." JBL praised.

"Seth," Morgan called out in surprise.

"Until the end, Morgan. I'm never going to leave you, again. Never again will I leave you just like that night..." He said and helped her up, making her smile and thank him.

"Wait, where's Dean?" She looked around.

"Dean Ambrose is still nowhere to be found. I'm getting worried." King said but then Seth and Morgan get ambushed behind by the Outlaws.

They beat up Seth out of the ring while Rosa hits Morgan with the gory bomb. Rosa laughs again and starts taunting the crowd as Kane and the Outlaws are all in the ring with her. All of a sudden, Ambrose runs back through the crowd as Billy Gunn waits for Morgan to get up.

"Ambrose is back!" Cole exclaimed as the crowd exploded.

He attacks the Outlaws and Kane while Rosa quickly goes for a pin. With the Outlaws and Kane thrown out of the ring, Dean breaks up the pin at the last second as the crowd explodes again. Rosa looks at Ambrose in disbelief as she stands up.

"Are you kidding me!?" She shouted and shoved him but he didn't move an inch.

He gives her a cold, hard glare in response. Morgan recovers and looks up at Ambrose while he is in the middle of the two divas. Ambrose glances at Morgan and then Rosa.

"There is so much tension between these three," Cole said.

"You chose me over her in January! But now you want to pretend that what we had wasn't special and did not mean something! Can't you see she's toying with your emotions? Giving you mixed signals? I wouldn't do that." Rosa shouted.

"You need to shut your mouth. You don't know a thing about me and what we've been through together." Morgan replied angrily, pointing at her.

"Here comes Morgan being the victim! It's ridiculous. Dean, why are you so persistent for this piece of crap?" She spat and pointed to the Philly Diva. "She never gave a damn about you in the first place!"

"Unbelievable..." she retorted and stood up.

"So choose. And choose me. She's your past, I'm your future." Rosa grabbed him and caressed him.

Celeste tweets 'Ah...#TheFirstLoveAndTheFling. Not a hard decision. You better choose wisely Ambrose.'

Dean pushes her away and smirks at her as Rosa shoots him a dirty look.

"You're the present. Morgan's my future." Ambrose responded with no hesitation, pushing her away.

Celeste tweets 'Oh! #Rejected! #DeanAndMorganForTheFuture'

"You've just made the biggest mistake of your life!" She went to slap him in the face again but this time he caught her hand and threw her to Morgan.

Morgan connects with a roundhouse kick to the face while the Outlaws and Kane get back in the ring. Dean and Morgan stand back to back while they are surrounded.

"You see!? They are working together." JBL said to King while Ambrose and Morgan went after Kane, hitting him with a double dropkick.

They hit the Outlaws with a double clothesline. Morgan turns around and does a matrix evasion as she leans back, dodging Kane's big boot while Ambrose hits him with a lariat. Dean leans down and puts his hands on his knees but then Billy Gunn attempts to go for his finisher until Morgan pulls Ambrose back.

"Great save by Morgan," Cole says while the duo hit Billy with a double suplex.

"You okay?" She asked with concern while Dean nodded.

"I owe you." He replied.

"You can buy me grapes, later," she winked and smiled.

Meanwhile, Rosa rolls out the ring and storms around ringside, banging on the announce table.

"This is not happening...this shouldn't be happening...this is not supposed to happen!" She screamed.

"Calm down! Calm down!" JBL shouted. "Don't get mad because things aren't going your way!"

Celeste tweets 'When is LaRosaMendes going to lose her voice from all that screaming?'

Rosa sees Chyna and storms up to her as she stands up from her seat again.

"You think this is funny!?" She snapped as Chyna grinned with amusement.

The crowd looks on in shock and anticipation when Rosa suddenly pushes Chyna's face with her hand.

"Did she just did Rosa Mendes just do the impossible and put her hands on The Ninth Wonder of the World?!" Cole exclaimed, scared for her.

Celeste tweets 'And...you're fucked...#CallingAFuneralHome #NiceKnowingYa'

Chyna shoots her a glare as Rosa's eyes widen and she starts running. She jumps over the barricade and runs through the crowd with Chyna right behind her.

"Don't kill her!" JBL chuckled as they watched Chyna chase her around.

Later on, Seth, Morgan, and Dean are on the apron while Roman is in the ring with the Outlaws and positions them so that they are on the ropes. He slides out of the ring and hits them with a double dropkick to the face. He slides back in the ring and takes Road Dogg down with a Superman punch.

"One more time!" He yelled and punched the mat while Kane slid back in the ring.

"Here comes the sequel!" JBL said but Roman got caught in the chokeslam hold.

Seth hits Kane with a flying knee to the head as Kane rolls out of the ring. Seth attacks him with a dive out of the ring while Billy Gunn tries to go for his finisher on Roman. Dean gets in the ring and starts unloading on him.

"Dean Ambrose's fists are flying like he is," King said as Dean and Road Dogg went at it out of the ring.

"Oh my goodness," Cole said as Chyna walked through the crowd with Rosa high up in the air.

The crowd chants 'You still go it' while Rosa tries to beg for her life. She throws Rosa over the barricade and jumps over it.

Celeste tweets 'This is what happens when you mess with Morgan and her family. #LifeLesson'

Rosa gets thrown back in the ring by Chyna as she gets in the ring as well. Rosa scrambles back but bumps into Morgan's legs as the two cousins surround her like she is their prey. Chyna and Morgan stare Rosa down before looking at each other while smirking.

"Rosa! Get out of there!" King exclaimed.

She stands up and tries to escape but Chyna grabs her by the hair as she tries to beg for forgiveness.

"Too late to beg now," JBL said.

Chyna gives her a hard shot to the face, making her turn to Morgan who gives her a shot to the face. They hit her back and forth until Chyna and Morgan hit Rosa with a double DDT.

'You still got it!' the crowd chants again while Chyna waits for Rosa to get up.

She delivers the pedigree on her and Rosa rolls out the ring as her mom tries to help her.

"And that is the end of Rosa. No getting up from that. Especially with Chyna's strength." JBL said.

Chyna and Morgan grin at each other and embrace as the crowd cheers loudly.

"What a Morgan Moment. Chyna and Morgan working together. I'm sure this won't be the last time these two team up." King cheered.

Billy Gunn and Road Dogg are back in the ring as The Shield surrounds them while Chyna watches from ringside with Jane. The Shield turn their attention to Morgan and give her a smirk as she nods in approval. Road Dogg and Billy Gunn look nervous as they try to escape but get blocked off as Dean, Roman and Seth beat them down.

"What's going on now?" Cole asked as Morgan got help from her teammates to position the Outlaws for a double Morganizer off the top rope.

"No way," JBL said in surprise.

"Yes way! Look out!" King yelled in a high pitched voice as she delivered the double Morganizer to the Outlaws.

"Double Morganizer! Never saw the coming! The Shield are dominating."

Roman turns around to hit Kane with a spear and once back up to his feet, he roars. The Shield set the Outlaws up for a double Triple Powerbomb, making some of the crowd stand up with anticipation while Morgan gets on the top rope.

"What is Morgan about to do? And what are The Shield attempting to do here? Oh man, we've never seen this. Not two men being set up for a triple powerbomb!" Cole exclaimed.

"That's a 100 years of powerbomb right there!" JBL said.

"Look out!" King shouted as Morgan hit the Outlaws with a flying double clothesline at the same time as The Shield dropped them down for the double triple powerbomb.

"There goes the attitude!"

Seth goes for the pin while Roman and Dean stand on the top rope.

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

The crowd explodes as The Shield's theme blares out in the arena.

"Let's go!" Morgan shouted and embraced Seth as he spun her around, happily.

"Here are your winners, The Shield!" Lilian announced.

Roman gets off the turnbuckle and gives Seth and Morgan a hug.

"This has got to feel good for Morgan, after all she's been through with Rosa," Cole said as she got up on the turnbuckle and taunted the crowd. "The Shield continue its dominance with another convincing performance."

Dean high fives Seth and Roman before all members put their fists out to do The Shield pose.

"This is their yard," JBL praised.

The Shield continue to celebrate, while Morgan is overjoyed with winning the match. She wraps her arms around Dean and gives him a big hug, earning some fangirl screams. Dean hugs her back but moments later he realizes what he's doing and backs away.

"What's wrong?" She asked, taken aback.

"I can't do this." He quickly exited the ring.

Seth and Roman glance at each other, knowing the situation between the two.

"Wait, what? Where are you going?" She exclaimed as The Shield's theme faded away.

"What's going on?" King asked.

"After that hug, Ambrose just walked out," Cole said as Dean started to slowly walk up the ramp.

Morgan looked at the crowd, seeing some saying, 'Go to him!' and 'Go after him!'

She runs her hands through her hair as she starts to remember all the good times they've had together. She does still love him. She knew he wanted to hear that, but would he cheat again? Or will he stay loyal 100 percent? Love isn't perfect. You need to work in the relationship and get through all the odds. She knows what she wants. What she needs. And she isn't going to let him slip away from her.

Morgan gets out of the ring and stops at the end of the ramp.

"Dean! Hey! Stop! Don't you dare walk away from me, Dean!" She yelled but he didn't listen to her.

She sighed and turned to Jane and Chyna who signaled her to go after them as well as Rollins and Roman.

"What is Morgan going to do?" Cole asked.

Dean wasn't stopping. Did he give up on her? Was she too late?

She exhaled and shouted, "Don't let your true feelings for me disappear! I never stopped believing in you! I never stopped believing in us! No matter how much I tried to deny those thoughts of us being together, I still believe in us! And if you just leave, then what am I supposed to feel? Were all these attempts to win my heart for nothing?! Dean, I need you! Dean, I love you! I want us to work this out!"

He stopped walking as the crowd cheered loudly. He stood in the middle of the ramp and slowly turned his head back towards her.

"...What did you just say?" he asked.

Celeste tweets 'AHH! Did she just say what I think she just said!?'

Suddenly, Morgan runs after him as he turns around to face her.

"I love you." She said before grabbing him into a heated kiss as the deafening cheers and fangirl screams surrounded the arena.

Rosa watches on in disbelief with her jaw dropped as her mom helps her up.

"What!?" King yelled in a high pitched voice.

"Yes!" JBL shouted.

"They're back!" Cole cheered.

"Yes! Yes! This is just beautiful! Wonderful!" JBL exclaimed as Roman and Seth looked on in satisfaction, high fiving each other.

Ambrose's eyes widen but kisses her back with the same passion as he wraps an arm around her waist while she holds his arms.

"This is a PG show! They're French kissing!" King exclaimed as the crowd chanted 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

Brie tweets 'Yes! Yes! Yes! they're kissing! This is what we've been waiting for for so long!'

They end the kiss and embrace each other. Things were going to be OK.

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The Shield and Morgan are backstage with Renee Young.

"I'm here with The Shield, huge victory tonight for you guys. A victory tonight, over the New Age Outlaws, Rosa, and Kane, I mean you guys were working so closely with The Authority, and to get this victory tonight at WrestleMania, how do you guys feel?" Renee asked.

"From day one, we said we do things for The Shield. Nobody else. We are our own bosses, we run this yard, we came in, proved a point, WrestleMania 30, The Shield run the show, that's how we feel." Seth answered.

"Let me ask you a question, okay?" Dean asked. "Does it look like we're sweating?"

"Well, your hair is very wet." Renee replied while Morgan chuckled.

"We're not sweating at all because we didn't have to break a sweat to run through Kane, Rosa and the New Age Outlaws. A hot knife through butter, on the biggest stage of them all. The brightest stars shine the brightest and The Shield represent this." He showed his bare fist without the tape. "The new symbol of excellence."

"That's right, you see what happens when you push against The Shield? We pull out secret weapons. Nobody has ever seen the double triple powerbomb, baby." Roman said.

"I thought we were gonna call it the Triple double,"

"It's the double triple."

"Guys, look, the bottom line is we can no, no, no, no, no. Wait-" Seth began as Roman and Dean began to protest about the name of the powerbomb.

"Oh my goodness..." Morgan shook her head.

"The regular one is the triple powerbomb. We put two people up with the double triple POWERBOMB!" Roman shouted, making Morgan laugh with Renee.

"All right, all right, all right," Seth said. "Cool, I agree with you."

"All right, I'm telling you. Agree with me." Roman pointed to Dean with a playful stern look.

"Oh, I agree." Dean grinned.

"Okay."

"You see what I gotta deal with?" Morgan chuckled with Renee.

"Hey, but you love us." Seth grinned and gave her a bone crushing hug with Roman.

"Don't squeeze me to death!" She groaned while Renee giggled. "Jeez."

"Morgan, how does it feel winning this match tonight with your family and friends watching? Especially Chyna?" Renee asked.

"To have her here to support me and guide me is awesome. She's always there for me and she really wanted a front row seat to watch me kick Rosa's ass, but I can guarantee you that my rivalry with Rosa is far from over. And to have my boys with me, by my side, having my back is awesome, too. I love you guys." She replied with a smile.

"Aw, she loves us." Seth put an arm around her and gave her a noogie.

"Hey! My hair!" She pushed him away and began messing up his hair.

"Aye! Hands off the two toned hair!" he playfully pushed her away. He put his fist out while the other members followed him. "Believe in The Shield! Ha ha ha!"

"Congratulations," Renee said as Roman stuck his tongue out to the camera and walked away with Seth.

Renee walked away while Morgan chuckled. She was about to leave but Dean gently grabbed her hand, making her smile and turn around.

"And where do you think you're going?" He grinned.

"To the diva's locker room." She replied.

"Come with me." He smiled and walked away with her.

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On Raw after Mania, the crowd gives Morgan and Paige a loud reaction as the titantron shows them hugging backstage.

"I'm so proud of you! Congrats on winning the title." Morgan smiled. "Finally someone put AJ in her place. You deserve that championship. The Diva's Division is totally going to be changing."

Paige wiped her tears and chuckled. "Thank you. I guess you're going to go after this too, huh?"

"I wish but I got my hands full with Rosa. And you never know what she'll do to sabotage my chances. But I'm the least of your worries. Although the Diva's locker room is going to get more competitive now that you're here, you'll breeze right through them. They shouldn't underestimate you." They embrace again and Paige walked away.

The Outspoken Diva smiled and turned around to see the Total Divas grinning at her.

"Hey, Morgan!" Nikki grinned.

"Hey guys." She smiled but noticed the girls staring at her more than usual. "What?"

"Just curious..." Brie spoke up.

The Philly Diva started to look confused. "About what?"

"Ah, forget it. So how's your night been going?"

"Great,"

She had a feeling she was in court, because of the way they were looking at her. Something was off.

"So!" Cameron said in a loud voice, clearing her throat.

"So?" The Outspoken Diva repeated.

"Care to fill us in on what happened between you and Dean?" Naomi grinned as the divas started to look at Morgan intently.

"What do you mean?" Morgan chuckled.

"Oh, you know what we mean. We saw that kiss at WrestleMania. What's up with you two?" Eva asked.

"Yeah! You were all over him last night. What happened?" Nikki asked.

"We saw you leave together after the show." Cameron showed her a photo of her and Dean leaving.

"What the heck, Cameron? What are you stalking me?" Morgan exclaimed.

"Curiosity." Cameron smiled. "So?"

"Can't friends share cars?"

"Friends. Well played. Friends with benefits?" Nikki raised a brow with a big grin on her face.

"Oh my gosh..." Morgan sighed.

"I bet they confess their love to each other every hour. Oh, Morgan, I love you so much. You're my future, Rosa is my past. I love you, Harley!" Brie exclaimed in a fake male voice, hugging Cameron as she played along while the crowd laughed.

Morgan couldn't help but look amused at the girls as she tried not to laugh out loud.

"Oh, Dean! Dean! I love you, Dean! You're my Joker! I love you, honey!" Cameron dramatically said.

"I don't say honey!" Morgan exclaimed.

"Ah ha! You do have a nickname for him." Nikki grinned.

"You guys are so nosy."

"So, what happened after the match? I want details!"

Santino and Emma walk over to the Divas. "Hello, ladies." Santino greeted.

Morgan mentally thanked those two and took the opportunity to leave.

"I want to know, too. What is going on between Morgan and Ambrose? Did they make up?" Cole asked.

"I hope so. My favorite couple back in action." JBL exclaimed.

"I can't wait to see more Morgan. She's looking great tonight!" King cheered.

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Morgan bumped into Orton backstage. "Sorry about that..." She mumbled.

"You're a very popular person tonight," Orton called out.

"I don't mean to be. One kiss can mean a lot of things. And then you're trending on Twitter and causing a lot of frenzy on more social media. It's...interesting."

"I'm sure. Oh, and thanks for nothing."

"Huh?"

"Thanks for not helping me out last night when I needed you." He glared at her.

She scoffed. "You've gotta be kidding. So now you're blaming me for your loss? The Randy Orton I used to know doesn't like having partners and likes to work alone. He gets the job done faster. This new version of you is too soft."

She turned around and started walking away but grunted when he grabbed her forearm, forcing her to turn back away.

"I'm not done with you-" He got cut off when Ambrose interfered and made him release her.

He gave him a stern look while Orton gave them a dirty look and stormed off, mumbling to himself.

Morgan exhaled and turned to Dean, making eye contact with him as she smiled. He was about to open his mouth but was interrupted by a WWE Doctor who wanted to check Morgan's head again to make sure she wasn't concussed from the series of kicks she received last night in the head.

"I'll see you later," she gave Ambrose an apologetic smile and followed the doctor.

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Later, after being as good as new and being told nothing was wrong, Morgan stretched her legs as the crowd gave her another loud reception. Dean walked over to her with a smile as she greeted him and stood up.

"Hey, thanks again for earlier." She said as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"No problem." He said in his raspy voice.

She slid her hands up on his chest as he glanced at her lips. He slowly leaned in to kiss her as she wrapped her arms around his neck but then Stephanie ran into them, with her eyes widening.

"What on earth are you two doing?!" Stephanie asked in surprise.

"N-nothing." Morgan cleared her throat, backing away from Ambrose.

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Later, all members of The Shield and Kane were in Stephanie's office.

"I don't care what happened between you at WrestleMania. I don't care what happened between you two..." Stephanie narrowed her eyes at the Mad couple. "...at WrestleMania, and I don't care what happened to your brother at WrestleMania." She looked at Kane. "Okay because what really matters, what's really important, is that Triple H becomes the 14 time WWE World heavyweight champion, tonight. And all of you are going to make sure that it happens."

Ambrose held Morgan's hand while looking at Stephanie. It felt good holding hands again and starting over. Their relationship can work and it will work.

"That all sounds great but I really feel like, Kane you're missing some buddies over there," Seth said as Roman chuckled. "Where are the New Age Outlaws, pal?"

"Come on, man," Dean spoke up.

"Oh, Seth..." Stephanie said with an amused grin.

"Come on, we already know. As long as we're around, I don't think we'll ever see them again." Ambrose said with a smirk.

"I also think that personally." Roman chuckled.

"You four don't know that you're on thin ice, do you?" Kane asked.

"Kane," Stephanie warned.

"Triple H sees you for what you are. Nameless, faceless, expendable, pawns."

"Kane."

Morgan narrowed her eyes at Kane as The Shield looked at him weirdly.

"You think you can just go on and beat up Triple H's friends? He thought you learned your lesson."

"Kane..."

"In fact, when I had you decimated on Smackdown, a couple weeks ago-"

"Kane!"

"He was the one who-"

"Kane!"

"Told me to do so!"

"Kane!"

"I knew it..." Morgan mumbled, understanding what a snake Triple H was.

"Listen. There is an injustice here." Stephanie said.

"I'm looking right at it." The Outspoken Diva mumbled, earning amused looks from her teammates as the crowd 'Oohs' and laughed, although Stephanie did not hear it.

"And nobody understands that better than the four of you. That's what you stand for. The yes movement, Daniel Bryan, it's disrespectful. It is an injustice in itself that he is the WWE World Heavyweight champion. You all know that you all want it. You know what it means, to be champion. So tonight, you are all gonna be on the same page because what Triple H, the boss, what he wants. He gets. Do I make myself clear?" Stephanie requested.

"...Absolutely." Kane walked away.

"Do I make myself clear?" She looked at The Shield.

"Crystal," Roman replied.

"And..." She turned her attention to Ambrose and Morgan, glancing at their hands. "I don't care if you two have reunited or whatever, but tonight, the real focus needs to be on my husband winning the WWE World heavyweight championship. Not your public display of affection. And if I catch you two-"

"Whoa, catch? What were you two doing?" Seth asked with a grin.

"Nothing." The couple simultaneously said and left the room, making the crowd laugh.

Seth and Roman don't look convinced and they start to grin out of amusement.

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jxtina-86 · 2 months ago

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All The Way

We can't let this moment pass without a little celebration... DeanAmbrose/Becca. See here for the rest of the series/order to read.

Warning: Smut. Language

Rating: MA

Lyrics from You Know We Can't Go Back by Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds (It really encapsulates this couple in this moment in time)

I was stranded inside of these silent city walls

I scrape a hand over my face before lifting my beer and draining it. Placing the empty bottle back on the bar, I rock it back and forth with my finger as I wait for the barman to finish up serving another lone drinker, ready to signal that I'm in desperate need of another. I can still feel the adrenaline from the past few days pulsing through me and I need something, anything to take the edge off, to help me come down from my current high. Some might want to ride that high for as long as possible, but I say there's a time limit on its sweetness.

The barman raises his eyebrows in question at me and I nod, pushing the empty bottle away as he opens another and places it in front of me. I grunt my thanks and take a long swig before casting my eyes around the hotel bar. It's getting late, only a few stragglers remaining but I've been reassured that they remain open until the early hours. Not that I plan to be here until then, but it's good to know the option is there should I require it. But given that most of the roster has already started to ship out, catching the last flights back to their respective towns or making the journey by car to meet early morning flights elsewhere, I'm pretty much here on my lonesome for the foreseeable.

There would have been a time where I would've most likely had Roman for company, for one drink at least, before he crawled off to catch a few hours shut eye before embarking on his own early morning flight back to Tampa. But that was before Ella. Not that I begrudge him of that, hell no. Time at home is rare and I don't blame him for wanting to fight for every second he can spend with his two girls. If I were him, I'd do the same in a heartbeat. I smirk. I guess I kind of do the same anyway; anything to get an extra minute or two with Becca. The only reason I'm at the hotel bar and not on my own flight back tonight is because she's out of town until tomorrow anyway.

I draw my phone out of my pocket and scroll through it until I find the photo she sent me yesterday. Her work trip to Tampa had given her the perfect opportunity to pay Lex a visit and I was treated to an image of my girlfriend holding Ella in her arms, with the caption “I'm in love!” following shortly after. I was in catering at the time, mid-raucous laugh at someone's dirty ass joke when my phone buzzed loudly on the table. I almost choked when I flipped it over and saw the photo, my heart thudding loudly as I took in the image of Ella snuggled against Becca who wore a warm smile as she stared down at the baby cradled in her arms.

Despite the countless times I've told Becca it's okay to think about our future and the numerous times the very same thoughts have crossed through my mind, it's very different to be faced with an image that encapsulates everything we could possibly have one day. It felt like it was suddenly in touching distance and for the first time in a long time, a tremor of fear ripped through me. Not because I don't want any of that. Far from it. When I later that night I looked at the image again, I couldn't help the grin that stretched across my face and I still have that same grin now as I stare down at my phone. No, it's not because I don't want it, all of it. It's because I'm scared about what we might have to give up.

It might not look this way to some, but I think Becca and I have pretty much hit perfection. I can think of nothing more satisfying than spending every waking hour in her company. I couldn't give a fuck what we do, as long as we're doing it together, whether that's lazying around our apartment, sprawled out in bed or on the couch with her legs tangled with mine or running errands together, humming along to the radio, curling my arm around her waist as we stand in line at the grocery store and making her giggle as I nuzzle her neck. I don't need anything more, because what we have is more than what I had before. For two people who have never been in a long-term relationship until now, what we have and what we maintain is pretty fucking epic.

And whilst I can sit here and stare at her holding our friends newborn baby and imagine a world where that image is Becca and our own baby and let a thrilling wave of happiness wash over me at that thought, there's a little niggling voice at the back of my mind. One that ask questions. Questions that I wonder are the reasons why Becca has been so hesitant to express her own feelings out loud.

What if...

Everything works in theory, right? The best laid plans sometimes go wrong. Roman had everything planned out every single night he was on the road whilst Lex was close to popping and what happened? He barely made it. I mean, I guess he did make it in the end, but still. It wasn't the way it was supposed to go down. Maybe I've been viewing mine and Becca's future through rose-tinted glasses all this time. For so long, it felt so simple. And when she revealed that she'd thought about it too, it felt even more logical. The fact that she wanted all that with me made my heart soar. For a long time, I couldn't imagine there was a woman in the world who'd want to take my name or potentially carry my child. If I'm being truly honest, I couldn't imagine that I would find a woman that I wanted to have all that with either. I was overwhelmed with the idea that one or the other, or even both, were suddenly a possibility with a woman that I love so damn much.

Perhaps that clouded my judgement, blinded me from seeing that changing our dynamic could ultimately be our undoing. I feel ashamed at my previous cockiness, of not taking Becca's hesitancy on board. I've constantly reassured her, told her not to worry, told her that it's okay to enjoy the here and now and not to think of what's later down the line and I silently curse myself for sending out a message to her that I'm now starting to doubt. I've repeatedly told her that I would never fuck with her head like this and what am I doing? Just that. The one thing I promised her I would never do.

I chew my lip, drumming my thumb against the neck of the beer bottle. Do I tell her? Do I admit that I've ben a cocky son of a bitch when it comes to talking about our future and that underneath it all, I actually have the same concerns that she does? Or does that make it worse? Would it just confirm all the fears that we've slowly worked to dismantle over the last year? Half of me wonders if I should just keep my mouth shut and carry on as if none of these thoughts have ever wormed their way into my mind. But at the same time, if we don't address them, wouldn't that just leave us open to everything crumbling around us when it goes wrong?

I take another long swig of beer, squeezing my eyes shut as I lower the bottle back down. The endless possibilities and outcomes of my current predicament continue to fly through my mind and I feel dizzy, guilt gnawing at my stomach as I picture Becca's face flickering at lighting speed through a whole range of emotions. Fuck, I wish she was here. I wish I could touch her, hold her, feel her in my arms. I know that the second I see her in the flesh all these thoughts will instantly disappear and I'll realise what a fucking idiot I am for thinking them in the first place. When I'm with her, everything falls into place and I know the last thing I'll be doing is questioning anything.

Because I honestly do want everything with her. I can't imagine not having it. I just don't want it to destroy everything else we've worked hard for. I've seen how it's changed Roman and I can't even begin to describe how badly I want that. I want to prove to Becca that I am the right man for her, I want to prove to anyone who's ever doubted me that I am capable of bringing a child into this world and guiding them through its winding path.

I guess my main problem is selfishness. I can't begin to compute how it would be possible to share all the love I have for Becca with someone else. People say it's different, but I'm sceptical. I love Becca so much, it's painful at times. I don't know if I can offer that same love to someone else and still maintain the same level with Becca. And I don't want to share her. I'm scared of being left out, of being replaced. I'm scared of missing out on so much. I'm scared that one day I won't be able to do it anymore. And then where does that leave me? Alone. Unloved. Miserable.

I scowl at my shaking hand as I take another swig of beer. Talk about coming down from my high. Maybe this was a bad idea. Drinking alone, driving alone always leads me down this path and it takes me forever to drag myself out of this train of thought and onto more positive things.

Like I how I can't wait to see Becca tomorrow. I can't wait to be a regular boyfriend for a few short days before heading back on the road. I can't wait to share in her excitement about my achievement two nights ago. A small smirk graces my face as I recall her congratulating me on Sunday night, the glee in her voice soon fading into something far more sultry as she told me how much she was looking forward to celebrating with me in our own special way when we next saw each other. My smirk grows as I picture exactly how I want to celebrate with her and then I silently curse as my dick stirs.

It's moments like that which I don't want to give up. It's moments like that which I fear will change.

I drain my drink and debate another. Behind me I can hear the gentle clink of ice in a glass, murmurings of a couple debating whether to head up to their room, the click of heels on the floor, the soft scent of a woman's perfume that instantly reminds me of Becca. The chair next to me is eased back, a body slowly shifting into the space.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spy the red skirt grazing her knees, lace cuffing her wrists, a black wrap covering the rest of her arms. My eyes slowly rise and my heart starts to pound.

With my hand on my heart I couldn't tell you if I'd been dreaming Take me to my lover's arms, I won't wake up this time

Becca brushes a loose strand of hair from her face, her eyes on the bar yet I swear I can see her lips twitching. But she keeps her composure as the barman approaches and takes her order. As he turns away, she settles back in the chair, her gaze slowly rounding on me.

“What the–”

“Surprise, Champ.” Her mouth finally curves into that smile that makes me forget everything else in the world.

She slowly tugs the wrap away from her body and the smile is also forgotten as my eyes follow the deep neckline of her dress, my mouth going dry as inch after inch of bare skin is revealed. The lace trim brushes against the inner curve of her breasts, before coming together at her waist, where the solid material of her skirt takes over.

A finger slips under my chin, drawing my gaze away from her exposed skin and back up to her face. She giggles softly. “You like?”

“Becca...” I can't help the rasp in my voice and her eyes dance gleefully at my hypnotised state. I clear my throat, shifting in my chair as I fight to keep my composure. “You want me to show you how much I like?”

She chuckles, white teeth flashing at me as she tugs on her bottom lip. “Later.”

A soft whine breaks from me and I curse my own desperation as her hand brushes against my cheek, her fingers pushing back my unruly hair. “So impatient,” she comments softly. “Don't you know good things come to those who wait?”

“I've waited long enough.”

Her face softens. “I know.” She leans forward, her lips brushing over mine. “But you gotta wait a little longer, Mr Ambrose.”

I groan. “Why?”

“I just got my drink,” she explains with a sly smile at me, before her gaze switches to the barman as he places a large glass of red wine on the bar. My eyes narrow as I observe his gaze flickering south and I instinctively shift my chair closer to Becca's, my hand reaching out to slide over her knee. His cheeks flush slightly as he moves away and Becca clicks her tongue. “Protective much?”

“So this was your big celebration, huh?” I keep my voice low, letting my eyes roam over her body, breathing her in as I let one finger make its way slowly up from her wrist to her elbow to her shoulder. “I figured it would involve less clothing.”

“What kind of gift would it be if I didn't wrap it up all nice for you?” She stares at me innocently, but her eyes give her away.

“Half-wrapped,” I correct as my finger runs from her shoulder down along the neckline, stopping short of her breast.

“I thought I'd let you get a sneak peek.” Her eyes sparkle at me over her wine glass. “I'm nice like that.”

“More like a tease.”

“Maybe,” she lowers her glass with a soft clink, slowly crossing her leg and causing my hand to move to her thigh. “But I always follow through on a promise.”

“Is that–” But my words catch in my throat as my hand slips further down her thigh and I feel the outline of a clasp beneath her skirt. I spread my fingers, slowly feeling the strap resting against her skin, the way the material feels against her bare skin versus the beginning of her stockings. My tongue is thick in my mouth, my breathing shallow as I lift my eyes to hers.

“Cat got your tongue?” she murmurs, a familiar glint in her eye that tells me everything I need to know. “I didn't realise it was possible to make you speechless...”

I wet my dry lips, relishing in the way her gaze drops down to watch my actions, her own lips parting ever so slightly. I let the hand on her shoulder rise, my fingers nudging back the loose strands of her hair from her cheek and neck as I move my closer, my other hand still on her thigh, my fingers brushing up and down the length of the suspender strap.

“You're in big trouble, darlin',” I murmur against her ear, a thrilling tremor running down my spine as I feel her shiver.

“For what?” she shoots back, twisting her head towards me, her forehead barely a whisper away from mine. My fingers curl around the back of her neck, pulling her closer. “As far as I can tell,” her hand drops to my knee. “You seem quite enamoured by my choices tonight.”

I have to fight to stop myself from hissing as her hand drags up my thigh, her fingers dipping between my legs as she edges closer and closer to where my dick is already twitching.

“And anyway,” she continues, her breath warm on my cheek. “I kinda like being in trouble with you.”

“Is that so?” I manage to rasp.

She nods slowly, her bottom lip disappearing once again before she lets it go and I'm hypnotised watching the plump red flesh bounce back into place. “Being bad never felt so good.”

My own breath hitches as her lips briefly meet mine.

“So good,” she murmurs, pulling away and turning her attention back to her drink. She takes a long sip, her hand still on my thigh, her nails gently digging against my jeans. I squeeze her thigh in response, watching as she smiles against the rim of the glass.

“Please,” I half-groan as she sets down her glass and starts to run a solitary finger up and dow the length of the its stem. “Let's go.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

She rocks her head to the side, innocence taking over her features yet again. “Do I?”

“C'mon,” I can't help but whine. “You can't expect me to sit here for much longer with you wearing all of this.”

“I can,” she says with a sly smile. “I spent ages getting all dolled up and I'm going to make the most of it before you inevitably rip this dress off me and mess up my hair.”

I chuckle and she gives me a questioning look. “Darlin',” I breathe lowly. “I ain't gonna be tearing anything off you.”

She pouts, her mouth opening to retort, but I cut her off with another chuckle. “Nah, I'm gonna be taking my sweet time with you tonight.”

“You say that but–”

“You saying I can't control myself?” I question. “If I had no self-control, we'd be fucking on this bar right about now.”

“Dean–”

“Or I would've at least you dragged you to the bathroom and have my head buried between your thighs...” She reddens, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as I brush my thumb over her hot cheek. “You like the sound of that, huh?”

She nods, her head titling into the palm of my hand. “Please...”

“But,” I pull back my hand and pat her thigh with the other. “You got your drink to finish.”

“Dean!”

“Two can play at that game, darlin',” I cast her a sideways look. “What?”

“You're a bad man, Ambrose.”

“Tell me something I don't know,” I reply, my gaze dropping away as I recall my earlier thoughts.

Her hand ghosts up my arm. “Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

I glance up and my heart tightens as I see the concern flooding her face. “I'm fine,” I smile.

“You can tell me.”

“I'm fine,” I say firmly, reaching for her hand and tugging it into mine. I give it a reassuring squeeze, raising it to my lips so I can kiss each of her knuckles.

Her fingers flutter across my forehead, pushing back my hair as she searches my face. “We can go,” she says softly.

I shake my head. “You gotta finish your drink.”

“I can leave it.”

“You want me that bad, huh?” I grin as she rolls her eyes. I breathe a sigh of relief as I watch the concern leave her face, replaced with her previous playful expression.

“What can I say?” she reaches for her glass. “You're a hard man to resist.”

“I'd say you're doing a pretty good job resisting so far tonight.”

“That's because I know you like the chase.”

“Only because I get you at the end.”

She smiles softly, her head lolling against my shoulder as she swirls her wine in the glass. “You got me a long time ago, Dean.”

I press my lips to her head, my fingers brushing over her lace-clad shoulder. “I know. I'm a lucky man.”

“Very lucky,” she rocks her head back and winks up at me. I manage to hold her gaze for a second before my gaze is diverted to the wide expanse of bare chest before me.

“So fucking lucky,” I murmur as she giggles.

Maybe I believe in magic love I find it in the moon and stars above I'll drag you from that one horse town That'll bring you down And I'll love you for all time

I kick the hotel room door closed, my hands palming Becca's shoulders, my nose nestling in her hair as she leans heavily against me. She turns in my arms, one hand on my chest as she backs me up against the door, the other seeking out the light switch. I cup the back of her head, slowly easing her gaze back to me as I dip my head down to meet her lips. My other hand slips down her back, my eyes closing in anticipation as I feel the outline of her garter belt around her waist before my palm seeks out her ass and squeezes firmly. A soft whimper escapes her and I swallow it hungrily as my mouth covers hers.

“Slow,” I murmur, almost as a reminder to myself as I pull back and eye her plump lips. I can't help but kiss them again, pulling her tightly against me, relishing in the way she relaxes into me, her mouth willingly letting me explore, her hands clawing at the back of my neck.

She pulls away with a moan, her eyes dark as her hands leave my neck and slide over my chest instead. She tugs at my shirt, easing it up high enough to let her hands slip underneath and I hiss as her nails scrape gently across my stomach. Her lips twitch into a coy smile as she lets one finger trail along the waistband of my jeans, playfully pulling the top button loose.

I push away from the door, spinning her around and grabbing her hands at the same time. I slowly ease them above her head, pressing them firmly against the door.

“Not how this works, darlin',” I remind her. “I'm gonna be taking my sweet time with you, remember? You can't just skip the appetiser.”

“I wasn't planning to,” she grins and I groan, leaning down to nuzzle at her neck. “Trust me, I was going to make sure I wetted both our appetites...”

“Later,” I murmur against her throat. “I promise I won't stop you.”

“I'd be worried if you did,” she breathes. “Although you have a habit of stopping me just before the good bit.”

“The good bit?”

“Yeah...” she sighs. “The bit where you get all breathy and your legs start to shake and your hand twists a little tighter in my hair...”

My cock is already straining in my jeans, begging to get some air, but it jerks a little harder at her words and I'm almost tempted to rewind and let her do as she pleases. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, letting her perfume flood my senses as she squirms against me.

“Sounds familiar,” I finally say. “Someone else has a tendency to get a a little feisty when they're on the edge. Although it tends to involve way more cursing and your legs wrapped around my neck and shoulders.”

“That's because you have a bad habit.”

“What's that?” I nip at her throat, chuckling as she hisses.

“You leave me hanging.”

I pull back with a raised eyebrow. “When have I ever left you hanging?”

“In the end you don't,” she acknowledges. “But you like to push me close and then pull me back.”

“The results are worth it,” I point out. “But you wanna know why I do it?”

“Why?”

“Because I can't get enough of you.”

Her cheeks flush faintly, a shy smile tugging at her lips as her gaze ducks away from mine. “You're cute, Ambrose.”

“It's the truth.”

“That you can't get enough of me or that you're cute?”

“Both,” I grin and she giggles, her head rocking back against the door. I take the opportunity to cup the back of her neck, my thumb running over the delicate skin before me as her eyes glimmer. “And I know you can't get enough of this.”

“Of you,” she corrects. “I can't get enough of you.”

I smile as I let my hand slide over her shoulder and down her chest, the lace tickling my palm as my fingers pluck at the dangerous neckline. But as much as I want to tug away the lace and reveal her naked breasts, cup them, pinch them, suck on them, I resist. Instead I tease, my fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, my palm seeking out a semi-hard nipple beneath the material which in turn I circle with my finger, drawing it slowly out until I can pinch it between thumb and forefinger as Becca hisses at the sensation.

Her hands twist against mine holding them firm over her head, her body arching against me as a soft plea floats through the air.

“I didn't catch that...”

“More,” she gasps.

I switch hands, continuing to grip her wrists as I lower the other to tease her other breast, my head dipping to nip at her throat again, my lower body pressed firmly up against her, my hips slowly twisting against hers so she can feel my ever-growing hard on. The sound of her stockings sliding against my jeans whispers through the air and I groan against her hot skin; the thought of her legs, still clad in the stockings, wrapped around my head as I feast on her is almost too much to bear. I pull her away from the door with a growl and she stumbles against me in surprise.

I spin her around again and then slow as I seek out the zip on the back of her dress and start to edge it south. Her head drops forward as my lips press against the back of her neck and then follow the zip down, kissing each inch of newly exposed skin. I slip my hands inside the dress, slowly easing from her shoulders and down her arms, my chin resting on her shoulder as I watch the material fall away from her breasts. My hands instantly cup them, her head tipping back so I can capture her mouth as she shrugs the dress free from her arms and wrists. My hands drop to her waist, tugging the dress further south and groaning as my fingers brush over the lace and silk of her garter belt.

“Fuck, Becca,” I mumble into her mouth before pulling away and twisting her back around in my arms. She takes my hand as she steps out of the puddle of material on the floor, my eyes roaming over her topless form before lowering to take in the way the belt hugs her body from waist to hips, the silk criss-crossing over the lace before giving way to...

“I thought I'd save you the effort of having to rip my panties apart.”

Her words hang in the air, my mouth going dry as it slowly dawns on me that she's been panty-less ever since she entered the hotel bar.

“Darlin',” I manage to say without stuttering. “You're just full of surprises.”

She winks, stepping closer. “I thought you might appreciate this particular one.”

I let my hands slide over her hips and pulling her against me. Looking over her back, I watch my hands trail over her bare ass before my fingers trace down the straps that hold her stockings in place, tugging them back and letting them snap gently against the backs of her thighs. She shivers, her hands making their way down my back and clawing once again at my shirt. This time I let her strip me of it, my mouth crashing against hers once she's pulled it over my head, my hand in her hair, anchoring her to me as we stumble back towards the bed.

I lower Becca onto the sheets, my mouth still firmly attached to hers. There's a muffled thump as her shoes fall to the floor and then her feet press against the back of my legs, holding me to her. My dick is throbbing, my pants tight as I release her mouth and work my way down her neck, my hands already on her breasts, circling and pinching each nipple. Her back arches as I cover one and then the other with my mouth, wetting them equally as she moans in appreciation. Her hands are in my hair and I have to fight against her grip to move back and forth between her breasts, unable to make my mind up as to which one to focus on the most. I press my lips against the valley between them, breathing in the heat of her skin before she tugs my head up and guides me back up to her waiting mouth.

“Need you,” she whispers breathlessly. “Please...”

I tug on her bottom lip, enticing a delicious whimper from her throat. Pressing my forehead against hers, I fight to catch my breath, my hands finding hers and pulling them slowly away from me before pushing them back on the bed. “Slow,” I remind her.

She grumbles as I rise and stand at the end of the bed, my eyes never leaving hers. I push my hair back from my face before lowering my hands to finish what she started earlier, the zipper of my jeans deafeningly loud above our heavy breathing. Becca's eyes flicker south and she shifts up onto her elbows, head one side as I kick off my boots and let my jeans fall to the floor. One stocking clad foot slides against my bare thigh and my dick jerks in my boxers. Giggling, she rises, her face almost level with my crotch and she slips her hands inside the waistband of my boxers and eases them down, her mouth on my hip until my dick springs free. I groan as watch the tip disappear between her sinful lips and she holds my gaze steadily as she laps at the head before letting it go.

Her fingers slide over the tip, gathering the wetness and spreading it down my length before her fist closes around me and she slowly starts to pump. She continues to hold my gaze, a lazy smile spreading across her face as I bite my lip and silently beg for her take me back into her mouth. But she defies my unspoken wishes, her hand slow and steady as she presses her mouth instead to my hip again, her free hand trailing up and down my leg and making me shiver.

“Becca...” I plead hoarsely.

“Slow, you said,” she smirks. “So slow is what you get.”

My fingers brush over her cheek. “Please.”

She shakes her head, catching my thumb between her lips and drawing it in, sucking firmly until I hiss and tug it free. I groan loudly, my hips jerking forward, thrusting my length through her fist and she giggles. Her lips brush over the tip in a soft kiss, her tongue darting out to trace the slit as her fist increases in pace. The hand on my leg slips to balls, her nails scratching softly as she takes the head into her mouth again and sucks firmly before releasing me with a pop.

“More,” I rasp, my hand slipping to cup the back of her head.

Her hands fall to my thighs as she covers the tip once again and this time lets me slowly slip further and further into her mouth. And still she holds my gaze, her eyes blinking only once as the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat and her lips stretch around the base.

“Becca,” I groan as she hums softly, her eyes flickering shut as her hands grip my thighs harder. I let go of the back of her head and she gradually releases me, my dick shining as she presses her lips to the tip again.

But I have another idea. I nudge her back onto the bed, crawling over her, gathering her against me and then rolling onto my back. One hand slips between us, her fingers on my dick as she guides me to her entrance.

“No,” I grunt as I feel her wetness slide over the tip. “I wanna taste you first.”

She grins, releasing my dick and then brings her fingers up to my mouth. “Go on then.”

I grip her hand as I suck each finger clean, watching the hazy look take over her eyes as she bites her lip. “Sweet as always,” I tell her with a smirk, my hand sliding down squeeze her ass. “Now turn around so I can get a proper taste.”

She obliges, rolling off me before turning to face away from me. I help her guide one leg over my head, my eyes closing as I breathe in her heady scent, my mouth already starting to water in anticipation. My hands slide over her lower back, my fingers digging in through the lace and silk as she leans forward to press her mouth to my stomach and then hip before she reaches my cock once again. My hands drift to her hips in response, pulling her back so that her wet entrance bobs in front of my face. But I turn my attention instead to her thighs, adorning them with soft kisses which make her whimper around my dick. My hands follow suite, my fingers plucking at the straps that hold her stockings in place, snapping them back firmly this time and making her cry out as she grinds back and tries to make contact with my mouth.

I palm her ass, spreading her open to me, one eye on her pussy as I run my tongue from the top of her thigh up the swell of her ass. My teeth graze her skin, making her twitch above me and I let them sink in a little deeper, my finger digging into her other ass cheek as she whines.

“Dean... Quit teasing...”

I tap her ass firmly with my hand, making her moan as her mouth finds my dick again.

“Patience,” I murmur against her hot flesh as I work my way closer and closer to her slick entrance. I take a long, slow lick, groaning as her juices seep onto my tongue and she squeals in delight, her hips jerking backwards. I twist an arm over them, holding her firm and forcing her to go at my pace, rather than her own.

But I'm not about to sit here and tease her, despite her earlier claims. Not tonight. Despite her teasing of me with the dress, the stockings and the lack of panties, I'm going to giver her what she wants over and over again. I want to feel her legs shudder around me, I want to feel her pussy pulse in my mouth, around my dick. I want to watch her come undone at my touch over and over again, until she's limp in my arms, until her voice is hoarse from screaming, until her body is slick with sweat and she sticks firmly to me. Because that's what you do when your girlfriend surprises you in a mouth-watering outfit just to congratulate you on your achievement. Because that's what you do when she makes you feel like the luckiest damn guy on the planet with just a look and a smile.

So I cover her with my mouth, my tongue working away at her entrance as she grinds back against my hold, her fist starting to become erratic around my length, her warm breath on the tip making it twitch as she hisses and whimpers. I'm yet to even touch her clit and she's already panting and begging and it makes my ego swell. Grinning like an idiot, I pull back and watch her ass tremble as my fingers dance up and down the sensitive landscape of her inner thighs before I lean forward and reward her by circling my tongue around her clit. She yelps, her calves clamping down on either side of my head as I repeat the movement over and over again until she collapses forward, her hair brushing against my groin, her mouth sinking onto my dick. And then I wrap my lips around the sensitive flesh and suck firmly, causing her to arch her back and pull back with a howl.

“Shit!”

Spurred on, I clutch at her ass, holding her wide open to me as I let her grind back against me, not once letting my mouth slip from her. Her hand still tugs on my length, but her panting is hot and heavy against my thigh, her hard nipples tickling my stomach as she writhes above me. She jerks forward for a second, but I follow her, my mouth still firmly attached to her clit as she gasps, my name almost a sob.

“De-an... Fu–”

Her body rocks back violently, forcing my head back onto the mattress as she slips further away from my dick. But I couldn't give a shit about her getting me off right now. Watching, or rather feeling, her come undone is the ultimate turn-on and I can feel the blood rushing south as she lets out a choked breath, her fingers digging into my thighs as she grinds back once again. I slip a hand under her stomach, nudging her upright, growling as she does and her pussy presses against my mouth, her juices sliding over my lips, my chin, my whole damn face. Her hands find my arms as she struggles to keep her balance, but I've got a firm grip on her ass, my hands squeezing reassuringly as my tongue continues to work her clit, pressing flat against it as my mouth covers her entrance again and she pants and moans above me, her legs starting to tremble around my head.

“Fuck... Dean... I...”

I dig my fingers in tighter, my lips attacking her clit, sucking hard as I slide my tongue back and forth until...

“DEAN!”

Her scream rips through the air, her hands slipping on my arms as her knees grip my sides and then suddenly she's balanced precariously on my mouth, her ass shaking in my hands as her climax tears through her body. She's rigid above me as she gulps for air, her fingers digging into my arms as I continue to suck on her clit.

And then she falls forward, face first into my lap, her warm breath on my balls as shaky fingers flutter against my thighs. She whines softly as I continue to lap at her, my hands gliding over her ass and thighs. She desperately tries to wriggle away, but I hold on tightly, my tongue soft and gentle as I coax her towards a second orgasm. My arm slides over her waist, my fingers taking a firm grip on the garter belt as I hold her still as her legs start to shake again and she nips at my thigh in response, making me hiss.

She scrambles sideways, her legs slipping over my head, but I follow her with a growl, my hands seeking out her own as she twists onto her back and I crawl over her. Her lips are swollen from her teeth and I eagerly press my own against them, my tongue pushing into her welcoming mouth, our moans intermingling as she tastes herself. Her fingers twist in my hair as I reach between us and fist my dick, my legs nudging hers wider. Her head rocks back against the edge of the bed, her body arching as I rub the tip of my dick against her pussy, groaning loudly as it slips inside her.

Anchoring my knees to the mattress, I scoop my arms under her, my mouth against her throat as I thrust forward and fill her completely. I hold still, breathing hard against her flushed skin whilst her fingers dance slowly down my back to pinch at my ass.

“You okay?” she whispers.

I look up at her, shifting my weight so I can reach up and delicately peel a strand of her hair from her hot cheek. “Never better.”

She hooks a leg around my waist, her hips slowly rocking against mine and I finally move, matching her rhythm. Pressing one hand into the mattress, I ease back slightly, my head dropping forward to watch as my dick slides in and out of her. Her lips press against my forehead and I can feel them curving into a smile as I reach for her bent leg and curl it further around my waist. I edge it higher, my fingers slipping to her thigh where I snap at the straps and grin down at her as she hisses.

“Wear these more often,” I mumble against her mouth, not caring how pleading my voice sounds.

“Only if you promise to eat me out like that every time,” she whispers back, her fingers ghosting up my back.

“Always.”

“Deal,” she moans, her body arches as I thrust into her harder than before and I let my mouth slip down her neck, bending so I can attack her breasts, my teeth scraping against the nipple. She cries out, her fingers in my hair once again, holding me to her as I growl hungrily.

I pull back, chuckling at her frustrated mewl as I flip her onto her stomach and pull her up by the hips. She grinds back, my slicked up dick sliding between her ass cheeks as she fists the bedsheets, her cursing muffled as her head drops forward.

“What was that?” I ask, my palm connecting with her ass cheek and making her arch.

Her head twists to the side, pouting up at me. “I said, fuck me.”

“You gotta ask nicely,” I chide, gripping my dick and fisting it hard, my heart pounding as I watch her eyes hone in on my actions and her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“Please...”

I push into her slowly and her eyes flutter closed, a satisfied smile replacing the pout. I lean forward, moulding my body to hers, my face nuzzling her neck and then cheek as I cup and squeeze her breasts. My hips rock back and forth at a slow pace and I groan as I feel her thrust back against me. She twists her head slightly, her lips brushing over mine. Her hips rise again and then she hums softly into my mouth and I can feel her fingers sliding betweeen her legs, gripping the base of my dick every time I pull back before she moves to tease her clit.

Easing my arm under her shoulders, I grip firmly as I rock back on my knees and bring her upright with me. Covering her hand with mine, I encourage her to keep going as I thrust up into her, my teeth scraping against her throat as I cling to her. My hand slips to grope at her breasts again, pinching each nipple until she whimpers my name.

“Dean...”

I cup her throat with my palm, my fingers on her chin, rocking her head back until her whole body starts to arch and she stares up at me with a lust filled gaze, as I slam into her, holding her fingers against her clit as she shudders against me. Her eyes squeeze shut, her mouth twisting as she starts to howl but I swallow the sound, my mouth crashing against hers before she can collapse forward again.

I guide her back onto the bed, still remaining on my knees as I thrust into her slowly, letting her recover enough before I chase down my own release. But Becca has other ideas.

“Move,” she murmurs, a hand pushing at my thigh until I pull out of her. As she rolls onto her back, I go to move over her but she pushes me back again. “Let me...”

She pushes me back to the edge of the bed, until I stand on shaky legs, my hand still on my dick as she crawls towards me. Knocking away my hand, she takes over and my head rocks back as I feel her tongue swirl over the tip. She shifts slightly and I look down to see her staring up at me, as she lies before me, her legs raised behind her, crossed at the ankles as she takes me further into her mouth with a lazy sigh.

Her eyes flicker closed as she moans, her lips stretching around me. I curse softly as her hand cups my balls and the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat. She pauses for a second, her tongue lapping at the underside before she takes me in further. I scrape a hand over my face with a ragged breath as she releases me slightly before taking me back down, deeper than before and I know I'm not going to last, not with the way she's moaning around me, her fingers digging into my thighs as she takes control. Now it's my turn to curse and grind forward, groaning loudly as her hands move to my ass and she holds me firm, her head bobbing back and forth.

And then, just as I'm about to warn her about my impending release, she pulls back, her fist taking over, her mouth open wide.

“Fuck, darlin'... I...”

Thick white strands land on her lips, her chin, her cheeks. Her mouth covers the tip again, her fist coaxing me dry as I continue to cum in her mouth. She swallows hungrily, grinning up at me as she casually swipes a finger across her cheek and licks it clean. My hand cups the back of her head as her tongue darts out to lick at her chin and my mouth crashes against her, not caring that my seed is still on her tongue which plunges into my mouth with fiery intensity.

“Shit,” I groan against her lips as I move back onto the bed and pull her into my arms.

She giggles, pressing her mouth against mine again in response. “Told you we'd celebrate in style.”

“I'd say that was a bit of an understatement,” I murmur as she tucks her head under my chin. “What you got in store for me when I finally win the WWE title, huh?”

“I've got some ideas,” she whispers, her fingers trailing over my chest.

“Such as?”

She rises on her elbow. “And give away the surprise? Not a chance.”

“A hint then,” I curl my arm around her shoulders and squeeze. “All I'm asking for, darlin'.”

She grins. “Maybe you can be the one wearing the accessories.”

I frown in confusion and then I see her eyes glimmer. A sly smile tugs at my lips. “Why wait?”

Now it's her turn to frown. “What do you mean?”

I roll her onto her back, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead, the tip of her nose and finally her mouth. “I got another belt that'll do just fine.”

“Dean!”

“What?” I smirk.

She curls a hand into my hair and pulls me down to her. “You're insatiable.”

“And you love it.”

“Love you,” she whispers. “I love you.”

But it's alright And you know we can't go back I said it's alright To know we can't go back You know we can't go back

If that's the time then I guess must be leaving Gone are the days and the dreams we screamed out loud

The bedsheets tighten around my waist as I roll over and reach for Becca. But she's not there. I open one eye and survey the empty bed, the rumpled sheets, red lipstick on the white pillowcases, black stockings draped over the bedside table. I scrunch up my face, listening for the sound of the shower running, my mind already there, scooping her wet body into my arms, but it's quiet.

My eyes are just drifting shut again when the hotel door clicks and I look over to see Becca making her way in, closing the door quietly behind her, two coffee cups balanced one on top of the other in one hand. She glances over to the bed with a grin.

“Morning. I figured the coffee machine would wake you.” She approaches the bed and I take note of my hoodie around her shoulders, the cuffs rolled up, as well as my beanie pulled over her head.

“Where did you get clothes from?” I ask as I take in the rest of her outfit, my voice still thick with sleep.

She chuckles, placing the cups on the bedside table. “Roman left me your spare room key behind reception. I came up here and dumped by case before I went down to the bar to find you.”

I reach up and tug the beanie from her head, my fingers mussing up her hair as she rolls her eyes. “Looks better like that,” I tell her.

“Yeah, you're an expert at giving me that 'just fucked' hair.” Her hand slips to my head. “Speaking of... As much as I love being able to get a firm grip on yours,” she tugs gently. “Don't you think it's about time you got it cut?”

I grimace and she giggles, giving way to a squeal as I wrap my arms around her and pull her onto the bed.

“I thought your fangirls love it when you get your hair cut,” she comments.

“Only one girl's opinion I'm concerned about.”

She twists in my arms. “Smooth, Ambrose.” I grin cheekily as she pinches my bare arm playfully.

Silence takes over as she works her fingers across my bare chest. “So,” she finally exhales. “You gonna explain that pensive look on your face last night?”

“When?”

“Before you realised I was sat next to you at the bar.” Her fingers pause. “And then later on... I said something that made you go back there.”

“It's–”

She presses a finger to my lips. “Don't do that. Don't say it's nothing. I let it slide last night because I didn't want to stop us from having a good time, but it's the morning and I wanna know what's on your mind.”

“It's stupid.”

Becca shakes her head. “Someone once told me that the trust we have isn't just about what we do in bed, but up here as well,” she taps my temple. “So trust me when I say you can tell me what you were thinking, stupid or otherwise.”

I chew my lip as she studies my face.

“Dean... You can tell me. If it's work or family or...” she swallows. “Or us?”

With my heart in my mouth I couldn't tell you what just hit me Take me to my lover's arms, I won't back down this time

I'm reminded of a time where it was me asking her the same questions, pushing her to tell me what was on her mind and fearing what the answer could possibly me and how much it killed me watching her debate whether to tell me or not. And once again, I wonder whether shielding her from the truth is the right thing to do.

“I don't want things to change,” I murmur.

Her face softens. “Why would things change?”

“I don't know.”

“Then why would you think that?”

“I told you it was stupid.”

“And I told you I would listen,” she shoots back with a raised eyebrow. “So tell me why you think things are going to change.”

“I'm selfish.”

“Why do you think that?” she asks after a brief pause.

“I just am.”

She cups my face, holding my gaze. “You are the least selfish person I've ever met. Dean.”

“What I mean is, I'm selfish when it comes to you.”

“And?”

“What if I can't stop being like that.”

“And why would you need to?” she asks gently. “I'm selfish when it comes to you too.”

“That's not what I mean...” I struggle to find the right words, the right words that aren't going to push her away, that aren't going to do what I fear the most and change everything we know. “I don't know if I'm capable of sharing you.”

She looks at me confused. “And why would you need to share me?”

“If...” I swallow hard. “If we...”

Realisation dawns on her face. “Dean...”

“See, told you it was stupid.”

“It's not,” she promises, cupping my cheek as she kisses me. Titling her head to the side, she searches my face for a second. “What made you start thinking that you were selfish?”

I chew my lip, not wanting to say that it was the photo that set me off. I don't want her to think this is her fault in any way. “I dunno,” I murmur, but she doesn't let me get away with it.

“Tell me.”

“The photo you sent me,” I exhale, closely watching her face.

“It was just a photo.”

“Yeah, I know that. But it just made me think about how that might be you and me one day.”

She smiles. “Yeah?”

“And it...” I swallow hard. “It made me realise that maybe I've been an idiot.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn't really think about what it could mean for us. All I could think about was that you wanted that with me and that...” I run a finger down her cheek. “That made me so fucking happy, Becca, that I didn't think about the reality of what it could do to us.”

“Nothing is going to happen to us, because that's not happening to us right now,” she says softly. “Sure, we both want that, but that's miles off in the future. We've got so much more to do before we get to that place.”

“I know but–”

“I am more than happy with what we have right now, Dean. I don't need anything else right now except you. I know we've spent a lot of time talking about what's in store for us, but that doesn't mean I want it all now.” She pauses. “And as for you being selfish? You need to stop thinking like that because you give me so much, you don't even realise. You make me feel safe, supported, cared for, loved. It's everything I could ever want and more.”

“But...”

“You can have me to yourself for as long as you want. And when the time's right...” she trails off, her brown eyes meeting mine. “We'll figure it out. Just like we've done all the way up to this point.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Why?”

“I promised you that I would never fuck with your head.”

“You haven't.”

But I shake my head. “I have. I should have been honest with you, I should have told you that I had the same concerns you did when we talk about our future. But instead, I got carried away.”

She kisses my cheek. “It's okay. Hey,” she cups my chin as I shake my head again, another rebuttal on my tongue. “Don't beat yourself up over this. It's okay that you got carried away, I like that you did because it made me realise that it was okay to do the same. And it's okay to have these doubts and fears, but you just gotta tell me next time. It's how we work, right?”

“Right.” I push her hair behind her ear. “You're incredible, you know that?”

“Tell me again,” she smiles as she kisses me.

“Incredible,” I mumble against her lips.

“Nothing's going to change.”

“It might.”

“It won't,” she promises. “Because I won't let it.”

She stares down at me, a determined look in her eye.

“How can you be so sure?”

“We've come this far,” she tells me with a grin. “I reckon we can go a bit further.”

“How far?”

“As far as you want.”

“All the way?”