Assumptions
A/N: Just a little idea that wouldn't leave me alone.
Maxine was no stranger to stress, but today seemed even worse than usual. Everyone was running around backstage at FCW acting crazy, always running to her to solve all of their problems. And while she was the general manager, she couldn't solve every little issue that cropped up.
Between that and NXT, where Derrick Bateman and Johnny Curtis were always trying to get her attention, Maxine had no idea how she hadn't gone completely insane yet.
She was hiding in a deserted hallway, hoping no one would find her there, looking over recently signed contracts to make sure they were in order.
She had almost completed the last one when she felt a strange weight on her shoulder. She could tell by the feeling someone had placed their chin there.
Maxine rolled her eyes at the inconvenience, as she knew exactly who it was.
"I'm really not in the mood for you right now, Johnny," Maxine snapped, not bothering to turn around.
Maxine started reading more slowly, hoping that looking busy would cause him to leave her alone. It did not have the desired effect.
Quite the opposite really, as she then felt the weight of someone's fingers gently on each of her sides. Maxine let out a reluctant chuckle, as the fingers began brushing up and down, creating a light tickling sensation.
"I hate being tickled," Maxine said briskly, trying to fight the sudden upward curve of her lips.
The fingers stopped moving, and the hands they belonged to pressed flat against her sides, all while the chin remained in place.
"This is the most pleasant moment I can remember having with you, just because you're being quiet," Maxine confessed, rolling her eyes at how annoying Johnny usually was.
She felt one of the hands leave her side, only to brush all of her hair to one side. Maxine shivered a bit at his touch, made worse by the fact that she now felt his warm breath tickling the back of her neck.
She couldn't figure out what had come over her, but before she knew it, she had turned around and found his lips with her own, all without ever opening her eyes.
There was this mysterious sense of excitement, as she nibbled his bottom lip in between kisses. She had kissed Johnny before, but it had never been this feverish...this passionate. She felt the heat in her face, as her hands became entangled in Johnny's hair.
But as the kiss seemed to be winding down, and the heat was clouding her mind less and less, a thought struck her. Johnny's hair was not this long, or this smooth.
As the pair finally pulled away, Maxine risked opening her eyes, to see that her conclusion had been correct. It was not Johnny Curtis who stood in front of her. It was Dean Ambrose, and he wore a dark smirk.
Maxine's mouth fell, and she covered her mouth, letting out a surprised yelp. Dean looked positively amused at the situation.
"Why...why did you come up behind me like that?" Maxine asked, throwing an open hand at his chest, though it barely phased him.
"No reason. But if I knew that's how you were gonna react, I'd have done it sooner," Dean answered, the mischievous smile never leaving his face.
Maxine huffed, and turned her back to him, in disbelief of what she had just done. She cringed as she felt his chin on her shoulder again.
"You know you liked it," Dean chuckled, in that half-crazy way that he was prone to.
"I don't think so," she retorted, picking up the contracts that she'd dropped on the floor, and trotting off down the hall away from him. She tried to stave off the memory of that kiss, and the thought of how right he was, but to no avail.
She figured he was probably still standing there, feeling pretty proud of himself, but her assumptions had been known to fail her.