AN:/ Hi, so I know I haven't been on here for quite some time, and for that I apologize. But for a little while there, the WWE was not inspiring me. And because of that, I have abandoned my other The Company's Princess. I might pick it up later, when I decide where I want to go with it, but until then, here is a brand new story. It's different for me, and a lot more mature than anything I've ever written, but I hope you guys enjoy it. As always, please review xx
June 6th, 2016, After Monday Night Raw
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
"Fuck, Dean," I gasp as he thrusts in and out of me. I wrap one arm around his neck as I run my finger through his hair, while my other hand is gripping onto his shoulder, my finger nails digging into his skin.
"You feel so good, Reina." He moans into my ear before sucking on the spot behind my ear. The spot that he knew usually did me in.
I feel my walls become tight around him, as his thrusts become sloppier, trying to get us both over the edge of bliss.
All it takes it for him to thrust one good time, and he hits the perfect spot and I'm thrown over the edge to my climax, and when I feel Dean release his load into me it only spurs on my orgasm.
Dean continues to lazily thrust to allow me to ride out my orgasm before pulling out so neither of us becomes uncomfortable.
"Wow," He says, as he rolls off of me and onto the other side of the bed. "I think that was better than usual."
I nod my head in agreement as I wipe the thin sheen of sweat off my forehead, and run my finger through my curly blonde hair, trying to diffuse the sex hair I knew I had going on.
"You know the sex is always better when we both win our matches." I say pointedly, referring to the matches we had tonight where we both came out victorious. Dean had beat Kevin Owens, and I had tagged with Charlotte to defeat Becky Lynch and Natalya.
"Isn't that the truth? Good match tonight, by the way. You and Charlotte make quite the team." Dean says, finally catching his breath.
"Thanks, it won't last long though." I say with a shrug.
I wouldn't ever tell him this, but I secretly lived for these after-sex talks with Dean. Our talks would range anywhere from wrestling, to the food we had that day, or even weird dreams we had the night before. Dean was my best friend, and I loved when we could just talk and be ourselves.
I had been called up to the main roster from NXT not long after the Shield had disbanded, and I definitely had a shortage of friends. Dean, after being separated from his closest friends in the business had noticed this and he took me under his wing. We became fast friends, and there really wasn't a moment that we weren't together. I had became Dean's new travel buddy, and he was the one to show me the ropes of the main roster. I was beyond lucky to have a friend like him.
"Rein, hello? I asked you a question." Dean says, pulling me from my thoughts.
"What was that? Sorry, I was in another world I guess."
"Yeah, I could tell," he scoffs "Why don't you think it will last long?"
"Well," I start "Charlotte has something I want," I say referring to the Women's Championship. "Creative is supposed to be putting me on the title scene soon. How soon that will be, I don't know."
"Oh, so I'm fucking the soon-to-be Women's champion? Awesome." Dean says with a smug grin, that I loved to hate.
I smack his bare chest. "Shut up, Ambrose."
"As much fun as this had been Daniels," He says mocking me, by using my last name also, "I gotta go, I got a couple of interviews to do before we head to Wichita tomorrow."
I nod in understanding as I watch him roll out of bed and gather all the clothes we had managed to throw all over the place.
"You'll come pick me up after you're done?"
"Nah, kiddo. I was planning on leaving you here." He says sarcastically.
I quickly pick up a pillow that was laying beside me, and throw it at his head. He dodges it easily.
"Get outta here, Dean." I say with a roll of my hazel eyes, but I was still smiling.
"You got it, Reinee." He says with a wink, before exiting my hotel room. I grimace at the nickname, I absolutely hated it but Dean was the only one allowed to call me that.
As I stare at the door he had just walked out of, I let my mind drift back to a night about six months ago. The night that would forever alter the relationship between Dean and I.
"Ugh." I groan as I watch the couple on the TV embrace lovingly and share a passionate kiss.
"What are you moaning about over there?" Dean asks from his spot in a chair that was placed in the corner of the hotel room. He, unlike myself, was not paying any attention to the television and instead had his nose buried in some type of magazine.
"This stupid movie." I groan, and Dean turns his head to the couple that were still embracing each other.
"I don't see what's wrong with it." Dean says with furrowed brows.
I scoff at him, "Look how happy they are! It's disgusting!"
Dean is silent for a moment before letting out a loud guffaw. I glare at him.
"Wow, Reinee-"
I cut him off, "Don't call me that." I had known Dean for six months and he still couldn't get it through his thick skull that I absolutely hated that nickname.
My animosity towards the nickname only caused him to laugh harder.
"Stop laughing at me." I whine.
"Sorry, Daniels. I just never quite took you to be the cynical type." Dean explains with a shrug.
I let out a sigh, knowing that in the past couple of months I had turned into quite the cynic. I blamed it all on the constant life on the road.
"I don't know," I say "I just get kind of lonely with us being on the road all the time, I guess."
"What do you mean you get lonely? You have me, your fucking awesome best friend. And you have Natalya. And well, she's not as great as me, but she's alright I guess."
I roll my eyes at him, he obviously was not getting the point.
"Dean...I don't mean that kind of lonely. I mean, like...you know..." I trail off, hoping he would get what I was trying to say so I wouldn't have to actually say it.
"Uh, no. I don't actually get it." He says bluntly.
I groan, this was not the type of conversation I wanted to be having with my best friend.
"I miss s-se..." I stutter, and I can feel my cheeks heating up. How was I supposed to tell my best friend that I missed having sex? He would definitely have a field day with that one.
"Spit it out, Reina." Dean says, rolling his eyes.
"Okay, fine! I miss having a man in my bed, alright?!" I exclaim, mortally embarrassed. I put my head in my hands so I won't have to meet Dean's gaze.
"Hey, that's nothing to be ashamed of." Dean says, coming to sit beside me. He takes my hands away from my head, and holds them in his own hands. I look up at him, my cheeks still blazing.
"Why don't you go out to a bar one night and pick up a man there? You could do it every once in awhile when you're having certain...urges." He encouraged.
I grimace at him. "Stop talking about my urges."
"Sorry, but I'm being serious. One night stands aren't a bad thing, and they're kind of great for people that are always on the road like us."
"I know that," I sigh "But the thought of being with a stranger is a little terrifying to me. What if he takes me back to his place and kills me?" I asked, only slightly exasperated.
"Well, that's a risk you're going to have to take." He says with nod.
I look at him incredulously. "A-are you kidding me?" I splutter at him, shaking my head in disbelief.
"Oh, c'mon Reina. That like never happens. I go home with random women like all the time. You've just watched too many episode of Criminal Minds."
"Well, it's my favorite show. And I love Matthew Gray Gubler, he is-"
"Reina. Not the point." Dean says, narrowing his eyes at me. If anything I did annoyed Dean, it was definitely how easily I could get off topic.
"Sorry," I say with a sheepish smile "But really, Dean. One night stands aren't really my type of thing."
"I know where you're coming from. Picking up different women is a little strange for me sometimes too."
"Why do you do it then?" I raise my eyebrows at him, with a laugh.
"I have my urges too, Reinee." He says, waggling is eyebrows.
"Ew, Dean! I don't want to know about your urges!" I exclaim. His comment earned him a hard to shove to his shoulder.
We laugh for a little bit before we both fall into a silence. Dean is the first one to break it.
"We could do it." He says with a shrug.
I look at him for a moment in confusion, not exactly sure what he was talking about.
"What? No way!" I say with a firm shake of my head.
"Why not? I'm attractive, and well...you're alright looking-" He's cut off when I shove him again.
"Really, though Reina. I think it's a good idea. It would help us take care of our desires," I grimace at his use of the word 'desires', it was no better than the word 'urges'.
"Wouldn't it be weird though?" I ask.
"Not if we agree to have a couple of rules. For example, no cuddling when we're done, no sleeping in the same bed. And if one us starts feeling anything, we immediately cut it off, and the other won't ask any questions. Most importantly, you have to promise not to fall in love with me, okay?"
I roll my eyes at Dean again, and I have to resist the urge to shove him again.
"I would never in a million years, Ambrose."
"Just promise, Rein." He says with an exasperated sigh..
"Okay, okay, I promise. Aren't you going to promise the same thing?" I ask, with a raise of my eyebrows.
He scoffs, "Daniels, you may be alright to look at, but only in your dreams would I ever fall in love with you."
I screw my face up at him. "I think you mean in my nightmares, Dean. But I believe we have ourselves a deal."
And the rest was history.
After that night, Dean and I having sex turned into a regular thing. We'd meet up in each others hotel rooms, or sometimes we would find secluded corridors at the arena we were visiting to have a quick one.
And I wasn't going to lie, the friends with benefits thing that Dean had came up with was definitely one of his better ideas. He knew what he was doing in the bedroom and he always took care of me when I would get those familiar urges. And I hoped I did the same for him.
With a content sigh, I turn to cut off the lamp beside the bed before I snuggle into the sheets.
I dozed off that night thinking of how lucky I was to have a best friend like Dean.
