You sit frozen, completely still. Unsure of what to do. Or what to say. You stare at the TV screen as if it’s done something horrific. You’ve been sitting in the same position for the past twenty minutes in the hotel room. You’re not sure what’s going to happen next. ..What just happened on the screen is something that’s never going to be able to be fixed. And that…worries you more than it scares you. The door opens, but you don’t turn your head, you just look at the black screen in front of you.
"Y/N?" The voice asks, a voice you recognise, but in this moment in time, wish you didn’t recognise it. "Y/N?"
Your hands are shaking as you stand and you turn to face him. You stare right at him, and you know by the look on his face that things are going to get bad. He’s drawn out, he looks like he might puke, but you stare at him. Angrily.
"Why?" Is all that manages to sputter from your lips, and he knows what you mean.
He stays silent for a long few minutes before he talks, his voice his scarily calm. “I did what I had to do”
You blink. He did what he had to do? He did what he had to do. "You…did…what…you…had…to…do" You draw it out slowly. He hangs his head for a minute before he looks back at you, his eyes say more than a thousand words.
You can see what you hope is regret, what you want to be regret. You need it to be regret and he smiles at you. “It’s better this way. This way I can be at the top and not have them hold me back”
All hope is gone from whatever little hole you pulled it from, gone in an instant. “Se…” You try to say his name, but it doesn’t want to come out. “Seth..” You manage, and the way it comes out, it feels like poison on your tongue. You know that you love him, more than anything.
"What?" He asks with a half shrug. The look in his eyes is gone and you know now that he doesn’t feel regret and with the smug smile on his face you know it’s not regret any more…it’s pride.
You can’t stand to even look at him, so you walk past him without another word. He calls your name, but you keep walking, shutting the door as you walk out. You stand against it for what feels like forever before you turn and move away from it.
You know exactly where you’re going, and you don’t know how he’s going to react either. You don’t know what he’s going to be like. But that’s where you’re going. You go to the hotel room, knowing he’ll be there. You stop at the door, and your hand clenches. You tighten your other fist as you knock on it.
There’s an a horrible silence as you wait, and slowly it opens. And that’s when you hope to see Dean’s face. But you don’t, instead you see Roman’s. He stares at you, like you’re insane. And you don’t know what to say that won’t sound like you’re an idiot.
"I’m so sorry" Are the words that come out your mouth and he sighs, his eyes dropping to the floor as he takes a step back.
"He’s in the shower" Roman says and he lets you in.
You walk in past him and as he shuts the door you see him wince in pain, of course last night’s events would cause that, but tonight’s obviously made his back worse. He gives you a small smile, as he walks past you and he goes to his own bed and sits down, with a groan. You can hear the water running and you stand awkwardly and look at Roman.
"I had no idea" You tell him and he nods.
"Didn’t think you would have" He grunts out and sits up flexing his back slightly.
You hear the water from the bathroom turning off and when you look back at Roman, he’s getting up again. He’s agitated. You can’t really blame him, he won’t know what to do with himself.
"I’ma head out and get something to eat. You want anythin’?" He asks.
"No thanks, Roman" You say and you shake your head with a smile.
He pats your arm as he walks past you and he heads out the door, you sit on Dean’s bed and wait for him to come out of the shower. You hear a few grunts and groans coming from the bathroom, and you fidget in your seat.
When the door opens, he walks out and he’s surprised to see you. He’s stopped dead in the doorway and he looks like he might cry. But you know Dean Ambrose. He doesn’t cry. Well, he never has when he’s around you.
You stand up, afraid he might tell you to get lost. “Dean-“
"Awh, come on" He tells you putting a hand up "Let’s not do this tonight"
"But-" You attempt and he sighs, moving further into the room.
"You didn’t know. You wouldn’t be here if you did. I know" He says. And the relief that washes over you makes you want to cry.
The two of you talk it out, getting things over and done with. You listen to him talk and tell you things about Seth you didn’t know, or had ever heard of. You stayed in that motel room with them for hours, until you’d gone back. But Seth was asleep by the time you did.
~A few weeks later~
You didn’t know how things were going to go as the weeks went on. But as you knew, they weren’t going to be easy. And they weren’t. They were anything but easy. For any of you.
You were backstage with Roman, Seth and Dean were having a match.
"You know, he loves you" Roman tells you and you look at him, confused.
"Who, Seth?" You ask, and he laughs slightly, which adds to your confusion.
"No, Dean" He tells you and you look away, towards the screen, staring confused. Dean…of course he loved you. You were best- You stop thinking and you swallow.
"He…loves me…like…love, love?" You ask Roman slowly and you look at him again and he nods.
"He’s out of character when ever he’s around you" He tells you and you blow out air.
You’d been with Seth for months, and you did love him. Or…did you? No of course you did. …Of course you did. You did love him. Seth…meant a lot to you. Didn’t he? You try to forget about it for the next twenty minutes, until Roman pats your shoulder.
"My match next..see ya later"
"Bye" You say to him and he walks off.
You stand after a few minutes, and you think to yourself. If Seth Rollins can…betray his best friends…his brothers…then what could he do to you? You look wide eyed in the long mirror in front of you and you swallow.
The past few weeks had been hell, and you knew it was only going to get worse if you had to keep choosing between the two of them because you knew eventually it was going to come to that. But you realized something, when you were pacing. Realized something very important.
You walked out of the locker room, and the first person you smashed into was Dean. “Woah, where you goin’?” He asked.
"Going to find Seth.." He says, you can see the clear disappointment.
Your heart swallows itself and you smile “I have…to do something. But I’ll be back”
He nods slightly, confused obviously by your sudden change in mood. You walk past him and you go around, looking for Seth and when you find him it’s almost as if he knows, he’s just staring at you.
"I’m sorry" You tell him and he’s glaring at you. A heated glare at that,
"Yeah, whatever you say Y/N" He tells you.
"You betrayed them…nothing you’re going to ever tell me…is going to make me think you wouldn’t do the same to me"
He just shrugs and you shake your head, turn and head back to the locker room. Dean’s sitting, his head in his hands and he looks up when he hears movement. He’s staring at you.
"So…I broke up with him…" You say and he furrows his brows, you smile.
"You love…Seth" He says slowly and you nod as he stands up, his arms crossing.
"Not as much as I love you…clearly" You say and you shrug "I’d rather…he hated me…than you hate me" You tell him, with confidence. "I don’t know where it all went wrong…but…it’s you. It’s always been you. I was stupid enough to think…that I could have what seemed like a normal relationship. And I’ve loved you, for forever I guess"
You move forward and you kiss him, and you realize again. Maybe things weren’t bad at all.
Taylor McMahon is the daughter of Linda and Vince McMahon. And her life couldn’t get better right now. She was currently training to be a professional wrestler and was currently dating WWE Superstar, Dean Ambrose. Everything was going great between them, until one day Taylor’s dad called her into his office to talk to him. Taylor was confused, Vince never talked to her in his office unless it was for business.
She walked to her dad’s office quickly, understanding that this had to be serious if he was calling her into his work office and not saving this conversation for home. She didn’t bother to knock, she just walked in. Vince motioned for her to sit, so she did.
"What’s this all about..?" She asks timidly. She wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know or not.
"Taylor.." Vince sighs as Taylor becomes more nervous about the news to come. "I’m sorry I have to do this to you when you’re with Ambrose.. But, you’re having an arranged marriage with the heir of a rivaling wrestling company. It will help WWE a lot once you two are married." Taylor’s breath hitched.
Break up with Dean? To be married to a heir of another rivaling company she’d never even met? There was no way she could do that. “B-but Dad!” She started. “Why me? Why not Stephanie?!” She began to get angry. She knew why not Stephanie, her sister, couldn’t be set up, she was already married to the COO of WWE, but she couldn’t believe her dad would force her to do this. He knew how happy she was with Dean.
"I’m sorry, honey.."
Taylor’s eyes were filled with tears as she knocked on the door to Dean’s locker room. She didn’t want to have this conversation with him, but she had to. Dean opened the door and immediately realized the emotional state his girlfriend was in.
"Baby, what’s wrong?" He asks as he pulls her into a loving hug.
"D-dean.." She stutters through sobs. "We.. Were over.. My dad is making me marry the heir of another wrestling company." Dean froze, Taylor could feel his tenseness. "I’m so sorry.." She gasps between sobs.
Dean didn’t say anything, he just pulled her closer and nodded in understandment. This wasn’t Taylor’s fault or decision, and he knew that completely.
~3 Years Later~
3 years had passed since the day Taylor’s father told her she was having an arranged marriage and she had to break her relationship off with Dean.
She was now married to the heir of another wrestling company, and was now a wrestler herself. Her training had all paid off and she loved everything about her career. Besides the fact that her husband came to every event with her. Her husband has been abusing her since the day they got married a couple years back. And just because they were at a public WWE event didn’t stop him from hitting her behind the closed doors of her locker room. For what? Taylor doesn’t know. She has no idea what she did to cause this abuse she was getting, she had barely known him before they got married, and she still barely knows him now.
Monday Night RAW had gone awful for Taylor tonight. She had been ambushed by the Bella Twins and was pretty sure Brie had seriously damaged her arm. She knew Brie obviously didn’t mean to, but it still hurt like hell and she didn’t know what to do. She wanted to go the medical station backstage but she knew she couldn’t do that without the doctors seeing the numerous bruises her husband had given her so now she was just sitting in a corner backstage, head in her hands, tears threatening to spill.
"Taylor..? Are you alright?" She hears a voice say from above her, she looks up and sees her ex-boyfriend, Dean Ambrose. Taylor shakes her head, of course she’s not alright. Does she look alright? She’s in a corner crying. Dean sighs and grabs Taylor’s hand, tugging her out of the corner of the room. He walks quickly down the hallway and into his locker room, she follows him.
Dean doesn’t say anything he just sighs and pulls Taylor into a tight hug. They stay in that position for a good five minutes before Taylor pulls away and looks at Dean.
"Why are you doing this..? Comforting me?" She asks. Since their breakup they hadn’t had many conversations.
He stays quiet, ignoring her question.
"Why are you doing this?" She asks again.
Dean looks at his hands and messes with them before mumbling an almost incoherent. “I still love you..” Taylor smiles slightly at the sentence.
"I still love you, too.." She says.
"Then why are you still with him?" Dean asks, suddenly bringing up Taylor’s husband. She hadn’t expected this to happen when Dean was just supposed to be comforting her because of him finding her crying, not her messed up relationship.. "He’s obviously not good for you, and if you still love me… Leave him, Taylor." It was Taylor’s turn to look down at her hands now.
"I don’t want to anger my father.. He put a lot of work into getting this marriage set up, and it’s good for the company.."
"But he’s not good for you, and maybe it’s good for the company, but it’s not good for you." Dean says, grabbing Taylor’s left hand to make her stop messing with it.
"I know.. But my father.."
"If you told your father what was really going on, he’d understand, I’m sure." How did Dean know about her husband’s abusive habits? Dean seeing the look on her face sighed. "I’ve noticed the way you act around him, and the way he acts around you. And I’ve heard a few hits from when I’ve been walking outside your locker room…" Taylor gasped, how many people knew? "Just me.. I haven’t told anyone." Dean says, basically reading her mind. "Leave him, Taylor. You know it’s the best decision. For you, and for once you need to think of yourself, not your dad, not the company, no one except youself." Taylor nodded. Dean was right, she had to do what was best for her. And that was leaving her husband, no matter what her father had to say about it.
Monica walked into the living room to see her older sisters sitting on the couch laughing. With Nikki and Brie being twins and Monica the only other sister she would some times feel left out because Nikki and Brie would always want to do things together and never want to include Monica. Monica flopped on the couch beside her two older sisters and smiled at them. “Hey, what’s so funny?” Monica asked looking at her sisters. Nikki and Brie glanced at each other and giggled before looking back at Monica. “Oh Monica, it’s a twin thing. You wouldn’t get it.” Nikki said flipping her hair. Monica bit her lip and watched as Nikki and Brie got up from the couch and left the living room, leaving Monica all alone. Monica took in a deep breath and sighed as she got up and walked to her room. Monica jumped onto her bed and called her boyfriend, Dean Ambrose. “Hey baby, what’s up?” Dean asked answering his phone. “Ugh nothing…. Nikki and Brie are get annoying me again.” Monica said rubbing her forehead. Dean went silent for a few moments and Monica could hear him sigh in annoyance. “Dean? What’s wrong?” Monica asked. “Well I’m sorry that Nikki and Brie are dicking around with you… But can we just talk about us for a minute, like seriously.” Dean said in a tone Monica did not appreciate. “Well fine Dean, what do you want us to talk about?” Monica hissed out. “Oh I don’t know Monica, how about this failing fucking relationship?!” Dean yelled into the phone making Monica’s ears ring. “And the fact that you have such a hard on for your sisters boyfriend, John Cena!” Dean kept ranting. Monica blinked back her tears, Dean was right. Their relationship was on the rocks, and she did have feelings for her sisters boyfriend. “So what do you want to do then, Dean?” Monica asked with a heavy heart, she knew what he was going to say. “I don’t really think there is anything else we can do at this point. We let each other slip threw our fingers, and….. and your heart isn’t with me anymore.” Dean said, Monica could hear his voice shaking with sorrow and anger. Monica sighed and stood up from her bed. “All right Dean, all right. There’s no point in hurting each other anymore…. I-I could give you all your stuff by tonight.” Monica said taking in a deep breath as she looked at all of Dean’s belongings in her room. “Yeah… that’d be good. I can bring you all your things tonight as well.” Dean said. “Okay, see you at RAW.” Monica said, she try to hold back her tears, but it was obvious she was crying, her heart might of not been with Dean anymore, but it still hurt to let him go. After parking 3 boxers worth of Deans belongs Monica walked around the house trying to find her sisters, she finally found them in the kitchen. Nikki and Brie were laughing as they were making lunch, Nikki saw Monica out of the corner of her eye and turned towards her. “Oh good, we were just about to call you for lunch. We made your favorite- what’s wrong?” Nikki asked when she saw tears running down her sisters face. “D-Dean and I broke up.” Monica said covering her face with her hands. Nikki and Brie quickly rushed over to their sister and hugged her tightly, ensuring her that everything was going to be okay.
Destinee was on her way back from work when her phone buzzed. It was an incoming call from unknown number. Curious, she answered. “Hello, Destinee speaking.”
“Hello gorgeous. Long time no talk. Miss me?” A voice she hadn’t heard for years replied.
“Oh my God! Dean? How did you get my number? I haven’t heard from you in years. How are you?” she said quickly, excited beyond belief to hear his voice, a big grin lighting up her face as she realised who it was. It made her realise how close they used to be and how much she missed him.
“Wow, that’s a few questions, how about we meet up and I answer them in person. Look over the road. Silver car” He told her chuckling and hung up. She looked over and saw him leaning out the window waving at her with a big grin on his face. He got out of the car and ran towards her. He picked her up and swung her round in one of his classic hugs. Gods she had missed him she thought to herself.
When he finally put her down she realised she had no idea what he was doing these days. They had lost contact a few years ago when he joined WWE but because she didn’t have time to watch WWE, what with working 2 jobs to pay the bills and support her mum who was sick, she had no clue if he was still working for them.
“So you still with the WWE?” she asked as he jumped into the car and started driving, where he was going she didn’t know.
“Yeah, still loving it. What are you doing these days? And where can we go to have a few beers?” he asked smirking at her.
He hadn’t changed a bit, well except his looks. He’d sure grown up.
“I’m working at the grocery store as well as doing the accounts for a few local businesses. I’ve got a couple of beers in the fridge if you just want to go back to mine.” Destinee suggested, hoping that she had cleaned up that morning. She just couldn’t remember.
“Sure, sounds good. Why are you working two jobs?” He asked looking confused.
“Well my mum got really sick and after she paid the hospital bills she didn’t have a lot of money left to live on so I’ve been helping her out with her bills and stuff like that. I got the grocery store gig not long after she got sick.” She said.
“Is she okay? Man that sucks, if I had known I would have been there for you and her. Your mum’s the best. Do you remember those brownies she used to make? Yum! Which way to your place?” He asked. She couldn’t believe how sweet he was being. Back before he left he was a nice guy but he seemed so mature now.
“Take the next right and then it’s your first left and it’s about halfway down the street. Number 48. Yeah she still makes those brownies. “She said laughing at the outraged look on his face.
“Yup, although I did think of you while eating them.” She said grinning at him.
“Yeah, I was so happy that you weren’t here so I could eat the entire tray rather than have you scoff most of them.” She giggled at him.
“I was a growing boy; I needed more food than you!” He mock growled at her then started laughing. “I still eat about the same amount to be fair. Is this it?” he asks pulling close to the kerb outside her house.
“Yeah, not too pretty but it does the job. Park in the driveway, that’s what it’s there for.” She teased poking her tongue out at him.
“Fine Miss Bossy Pants, I will then” He said poking his tongue out at her in return.
They continued catching up for the rest of the day over a few beers and some of the brownies that her mum had dropped off earlier. Both Destinee and Dean realised how much they had missed their friendship. Just chilling out with a few beers joking around and they were really happy to be reunited.
“Ugh, why wasn’t he more specific? The least he could have done is told me what flavour he wanted.” Dean Ambrose, well known WWE superstar grumbled to himself under his breath while texting his best friend Roman Reigns asking what flavour of chips he wanted Dean to buy.
While he was waiting for Roman to reply he felt someone smack into his shoulder. He turned around to apologise and was stunned by the beautiful woman on the ground. Obviously she had bounced off him and landed on the floor. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Dean apologised while helping the woman to her feet. “Are you okay?” he asked while the woman made sure that her dress hadn’t ridden up and that she was still very much presentable. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry as well; I think I was the one who bumped into you.” She said laughing. Dean was awestruck by the beautiful woman in front of him. “What’s your name beautiful?” He asked still smiling at her. “My name’s Marissa and yours is?” she replied. “I’m Dean.” He said.
Just then his phone vibrated signalling a text had come through. Sure enough it was from Roman replying to his earlier text.
Just buy whatever flavour you want man, I’ll eat anything lol
Dean still can’t decide what flavour of chips to get; there are so many options so he decides to ask Marissa what she thinks he should go for. “What flavour should I get do you think? My mate doesn’t care so long as he gets some chips.” Dean laughs. “Well I think you should get 2 or more bags. Get a neutral flavour like sea salt and get another one that you like the sound of. That way you’ll both be happy with the options.” Marissa says smiling at Dean.
Dean does as she suggests and the pair end up walking around the shop talking, mainly Dean accompanying Marissa while she does her weekly grocery shop. By the time they get to the counter Marissa has found out that Dean is a wrestler and Dean has found out that Marissa is a personal trainer at the local gym. They both head outside with their groceries and are about to go their separate ways when Dean decides to ask Marissa out on a date. “Marissa, I know this may come across as a little bit forward but would you like to go on a date with me sometime? No pressure, you don’t have to say yes if you really don’t want to.”
“Dean don’t be silly. Of course I’ll go on a date with you. I’d love to.” She says grinning at him. They swap phone numbers and agree to go for lunch the next day. When Dean gets back to Roman he is pacing the house. “Dude, what took you so long?” “Sorry man got chatting to a lady who I have a lunch date with tomorrow.” Dean said grinning at his buddy. “Trust you to pick up a chick in the Grocery Store.” Roman says laughing at Dean’s mock hurt expression.
The next day:
Dean was nervous and it was obvious to everyone. They had decided to meet at the beach to get to know each other some more and have a bit of fun.
They both had the day off so they met mid morning and to make it easier Dean had decided to pack a picnic for the date. Roman was watching Dean pack the food up “You must really like this chick.” He observed while taking over the wrapping process for some of the sandwiches. “She’s different dude, I want to impress her.” Dean said fussing about the food he’d made.
When he got to the beach and saw Marissa waiting for him his nerves vanished but not before Marissa saw that he was a little nervous. She thought it was cute that a big macho guy like Dean would be nervous about a date. It was almost laughable. When he spotted her and started walking over she noticed he had a picnic basket and a blanket with him. “What’s that for?” she asked when he reached her. “Its lunch, I thought a picnic on the beach sounded appropriate for a date.” He said smirking at her. “You’re right, it does. Thank you for being thoughtful.” She said smiling at him as they made their way down to the beach. They found a place to sit that wasn’t too sheltered and wasn’t too crowded. Dean set the blanket out so they could sit down and when she took off her sundress to reveal the bright blue bikini on underneath he was stunned. She was gorgeous! He took his shirt off and lay back getting comfortable.
While eating lunch Marissa complimented Dean on his cooking skills and teased him when he admitted that Roman helped. She admitted that she couldn’t cook and suggested that their next date should maybe be a cooking lesson.
“Dean?” Marissa asked breaking into his thoughts about being on a date with probably the most beautiful woman in town. “Yeah?” he replied “Would you be able to rub sunscreen on my back I don’t want to get sunburnt.” She asked while playing the lid of the sunscreen bottle. “Sure sweetheart, turn around.” Dean grabbed the bottle and put some sunscreen on his hands, rubbed them together and then slowly applied it to Marissa’s back. ‘God she has such soft skin’ he thought. “All done, you definitely won’t get burnt now” he said smiling at her. “Thanks” she smiled back at him “Want me to rub some on your back?” she asked with a wink. “Yes please.” He said knowing she just wanted an excuse to touch him. When she rubbed the sunscreen onto his back he didn’t want her to stop. Her hands felt so good on his skin. When she finished he turned around without warning and before she knew what he had planned kissed her. He just couldn’t help himself. He had to know what Marissa tasted like and he wasn’t disappointed. She was delicious. And she was kissing him back.
Dean felt like he was in heaven. The sun was going down and he was at the beach with the most beautifully delicious woman in town. He couldn’t wait to see what happened on their next date.
*Merging these due to similar storyline and limited time to write.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you muttered. You tightened the strings on your wrestling boots, still pissed off that you’d been thrown in with the Shield. You were new on the block and didn’t have much to say in retort when Stephanie McMahon decided that you would be the fourth and first female member of the most dominant group in sports entertainment. It wasn’t as if the guys were too thrilled to have you on the team—you could say that it was the complete opposite.
“Could you speed it up? We don’t exactly have all night for you to get pretty…” and there it started. You rolled your eyes at Dean’s comment. Not only was he being annoying, he was taking a dig at the fact that you were outnumbered in terms of gender in the group. Just because you were a female wrestler didn’t mean you accepted the categorization as ‘Diva.’
And, you definitely wouldn’t be taken any of his or the other guys’ crap.
“Someone sounds jealous; on my worst day, I’m much prettier than any chick you can bag, Ambrose,” you shot back, standing from the chair. “I’m ready. So you can quit your bitchin’ now.”
Roman and Seth exchanged looks which basically read, ‘Here we go again.’
“Is that so, Princess? I could ‘bag’ you, if I wanted,” Dean challenged with a trademark smirk.
“Not even in your dreams, Ambrose,” you retorted with an eye-roll.
“Both of you need to shut the hell up and get moving.”
Neither of you contested Reigns’ firm response to the bickering. You walked out the locker room, the silver dog tags swinging across your chest with each step you took. The boys were right behind you. Tonight, they had a six-man tag and you’d be in their corner to ensure justice was served… and to make sure Ambrose’s ego didn’t make an appearance and cost his own team a win, again.
“What the hell was that?!” You screamed on the way back to the locker room. The Usos and John Cena had gotten one over on the Shield tonight, and you were livid. It was all because Dean had been too stubborn to tag in Roman. Your anger was directed toward the member who’d lost the match, but he was ignoring you. Bad call. You came up behind him, your voice even louder. “Hey! I’m talking to you, Ambrose!”
He spun so fast that you were almost knocked on your ass. His eyes were cold as ice; his chest heaved up and down from a ragged breathing rhythm. Naturally, you stepped back; he looked pretty pissed off and, logically, you didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Ambrose’s wrath.
“Shut your mouth,” he warned in a low voice.
You looked around, seeing that Roman and Seth had made themselves scarce. It was unusual for the guys to split apart from each other but given the recent internal problems Dean had been causing, it wasn’t exactly a surprise to see the others didn’t want to stick around.
“What is your problem?” you demanded. You’d kept your distance, not missing how his eyes angrily raked your body.
“Your mouth is my biggest problem right now and if you can’t shut it, I’ll find something useful for it,” Dean challenged.
Your eyes widened in response. Had he really just spoken to you like that? You stepped toward him and slapped him right across the face, fed up with the continuous disrespect. His head snapped to the side but when he looked at you, your stomach dropped like you were heading down a rollercoaster. You weren’t prepared for him to reach out, grab your face and crash his lips into ours. You were shocked; your jaw dropped, allowing Dean to easily slide his tongue into your mouth. You didn’t struggle. Before you knew it, Dean had your back up against the wall in a darkened area of the hallway. He was lifting your leg, touching the bare skin under your ring shorts. You jerked out of shock, pulling back to look up into his eyes.
“What the hell are we doing? We hate each other… don’t we?” you asked.
Dean gave you a smirk and ripped off your shorts. He hiked your legs up around his waist.
“You can try to tell yourself you don’t want me,” Dean said in a low voice. His fingers ran up in between your legs, and they came back slick. “But, we’d both know you’d be lying.”
His lips met yours once again in a bruising kiss. You felt him wrestle his own pants down and then he rubbed his hardened cock against your wet entrance, using yourself as lube. He groaned into your mouth as he slid inside of you, and you swore he muttered your name. You held onto him tightly, feeling him stretch your walls as he pumped himself into your tight warmth. Dean was everything you thought he’d be and then some. He supported you by holding onto your thighs, and started thrusting in and out. You let your head fall back against the wall, letting him control the rhythm and roughness. It felt damn good to be done up against the wall, to hear Dean occasionally groan your name. It sounded wonderful; the power you had over this man in this moment filled you with sweet desire. You bucked your hips with his, riding him like a wave. His grunts became louder, but neither of you cared.
He dug his nails into your thighs as he emptied himself inside of you. With a few more grinds of your hips, you were right there with him. Dean let you down the wall slowly, kissing you with passion you had never dreamed he could ever have for you.
Then again, there is just a thin line between hate and love, isn’t there?