Dean turned his head a bit as he thought he heard soft giggling. Next to him Seth was still going on and on about their victory and how good they had shown 3 Man Band that they were never gonna be half as good as The Shield. He caught the sight of her head with the low pigtails hanging down in front of her shoulders as she was looking out from behind a corner. Sure enough, he had heard her giggling. Her hand came around the corner as well as she waved him towards her.

"Dean, no," Roman said.
"What?" Dean turned his attention back to his two brothers.

Seth had stopped talking and he knew they had noticed her too.

"We've talked about this," Roman said.
"She's playing with us. Or with you at least," Seth said.
"And we're done chasing after her. Three times were enough," Roman said.
"You can stay all you want but I'm still curious," Dean said.

He took off towards the corner where she was no longer standing. Seth and Roman followed right away. No way were they gonna let him chase her down on his own. It was clear to all three of them that she wanted him alone since it was always him she tried waving over and they feared it was just another one of Bray's dirty tricks to try and get to them. If he got one of them alone, he could overpower that person, and apparently it was Dean he really wanted.

"Damn it!" Dean shouted. "She does that every fucking time!"

Once again he found himself at a dead end with no sight of her. He knew she was hiding somewhere. He could always feel it, just like Seth and Roman could.

"Stop chasing after her," Roman said.
"I wanna know what she wants," Dean said.
"Nothing good. You know she's just one of Bray's decoys," Seth said.
"I'm not so sure," Dean said.
"Either way, she's gone," Roman said.
"No, she's here," Dean took a step forward. "Catelin! I know you're here. Come play with us."

The faint sound of a giggle made them all turn around but there was nothing to see. Of course they could start going through all the hiding places but it would take time and none of them felt at ease being in a dark and empty spot of the arena. Bray had a large family and he wasn't afraid to use them for his own benefit.

"Can we go?" Seth asked.
"Yeah, let's go," Dean finally gave in.

They walked back through the hallways until Roman suddenly stopped and held Seth and Dean back. Bray's voice reached them all from a near by room.

"I want my entire family with me for the party tomorrow," he said.
"Sure thing, mr Wyatt. I just need all the names and you're good to go," some stage crew answered.

Dean smiled as he heard those words. The party. Seth and Roman had wanted to go all along while he had planned to stay at home. Suddenly he wanted to go. If Bray's entire family was coming, that meant Catelin was coming too. No more fun and games in the empty hallways. They would be in a room full of people and he would figure out a way to get to her.

"Dean, we're leaving!" Seth called through the house next evening.
"I'm coming," Dean came walking in.
"You changed your mind?" Roman asked.
"Yeah, what's a party without Dean Ambrose?" Dean grinned.

There was already a big turnout when they arrived. Many enemies in one room but for some reason it was a silent agreement that no fights would break out at these parties that WWE held for their talents. Dean moved to the bar to grab a beer and then went to stand for himself.

He looked up as Bray made his entrance with his entire family. Besides Luke and Erick that fought in the ring with him, the rest of them were always forced to wear white. He dressed the young ones, his so called children, to look like little kids. To be fair, many of them were, but just as many were grown ups. He scanned through the crowd of Bray's sheep in search of two low black pigtails but just as he found them, she disappeared into the sea of white.

"You can run but you can't hide," he mumbled.

He emptied his beer while he watched Bray's crowd that just followed him around blindly. It wasn't until he heard the giggle coming from behind him that he stopped searching for her. He stood still as he felt her move close behind him. His eyes were on Bray but the cult leader didn't seem to notice he was missing a sheep. Roman and Seth couldn't be right. She wasn't a decoy. She was up to something else.

"Are you off the lease tonight?" She asked.
"Are you gonna run again?" He asked.
"Are you finally gonna follow alone?" She asked.
"I might," he answered.
"Then I might let you catch me," she said.

He turned around slowly just to see a hint of a white dress disappear out of a door. He quickly looked back at Bray to make sure he wasn't watching. His eyes ran over to Seth and Roman that seemed to be lost in conversation and then he moved towards the door to follow. She was standing further down the hallway, waving him towards her, and he followed. He ran through the hallways, keeping up with the knee long, white, flowing dress ahead of him. She seemed to know her way around the arena well but this time she made sure not to get out of sight. Finally he found himself in a room far away, another dead end as usual, but she was there too.

"Nowhere to run this time," he smirked.

He closed the door behind him and moved towards her slowly. She smiled at him as he closed in on her and stopped right in front of her.

"No more games, Catelin. What do you want?" He asked.
"I want you to give me an orgasm," she answered.

He let out a snort of laughter, not actually sure he had heard right. She just continued to look at him as if she expected him to answer.

"You wanna have sex with me? That's it?" He asked.
"Yes. I heard some of the other women talk about you and what you can do," she answered.
"What I can do? Who's been talking about me?" He asked.
"Eva Marie and Cameron. They said you gave them good orgasms," she answered.
"Okay, first of all, it's rude to listen in on other people's conversations," he raised a finger and smirked. "And second of all, stop saying orgasm. It sounds weird and old school. If you wanna cum, I sure as hell can make you cum."
"Yeah," she pulled the dress over her head. "I wanna cum."

He stared at her in wonder as she took the dress off like it was no big deal. She was wearing a pair of white panties underneath but no bra.

"Nice," he smirked and nodded. "You don't wear bras in the cult?"
"Bray says my breasts are too small for a bra," she said.
"I bet he does," he shook his head.

He took a step forward and yanked her close up against his body while one of his hands grabbed one of her breasts.

"Let me tell you, your breasts are perfect. He's only saying that so he can watch your nipples through that dress all day long," he said.

He leaned down to kiss her and found that she gave into him right away, already softly moaning and clenching her fists around his shirt. He broke the kiss and looked around. There wasn't much to go by in the room they were in.

"Guess we'll have to make do with what little clothes we got," he said.

He pulled his shirt off and threw it on top of her dress. He pulled her close again and lowered her down to use the clothes as a pillow.

"Sorry about the floor. I personally don't mind it. I can fuck on hot coal if I have to. I'm not sure about you," he said.
"I don't mind," she said.

He smirked as he moved down her body and pulled her panties off. She watched him closely as he spread her legs but as he laid down with his head between them, her expression changed to one of confussion.

"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I thought you wanted to cum," he said.
"Aren't we gonna have sex to do that?" She asked.

Now he was the one looking confused and then slightly concerned.

"Be honest with me, Catelin. Are you a virgin?" He asked.
"No," she answered.
"Okay then, I guess it's safe to say you've been with assholes of men," he smirked and winked. "You're in for quite the treat and I bet that I am too. Enjoy it, sweetheart."

He bowed his head before she could try and stop him. He quickly ran his tongue between her folds, letting it play fast in order to make her moan right away, and she sure didn't fail him. She just gave in straight away, allowing him to do what he did best. He sent her into what sounded like a world of pure pleasure as she cried out in the empty room without a care in the world if someone was to walk by outside and hear them.

"And that, sweetheart, is how it's done," he chuckled as he looked up at her.
"Wow," was all she said.

Her eyes stared up in the ceiling and she had a little smile on her face. She was so cute and innocent to look at but he knew there was something more hidden inside her. He leaned back up on his knees and she watched him as he opened his jeans and pushed them down his thighs along with his boxers. The way she looked at his hard dick made him know for sure that she hadn't been lying about not being a virgin. She spread her legs a little more, welcoming him inside, and he dropped down on top of her and pushed straight up inside her.

"Let's see what else I can do," he said self-assuredly. "How do you like it? Fast? Slow? Hard? Soft?"
"I have a choice?" She looked at him puzzled.
"Of course you do," he laughed. "Sweetheart, I might be an asshole in the ring, and probably also out of it, but I'm not an asshole in bed. Or on a cold floor."
"I don't know," she said.
"Okay, my statement still holds up. You've really been with assholes of men. Guess it's up to me to figure out then," he said.

It wasn't often he got to play around completely like he wanted to and he welcomed the challenge. He tried everything, switching between paces and how hard he thrust, listening and learning as she moaned and begged, fucking begged for him to continue in the sweetest angelic voice, and he did just that. He fucked her like crazy, fucked the living shit out of her, reaching his goal to find just the right way to make her cry out louder, making her cum again before finally letting go himself.

"Wow," she said again.
"Wow indeed," he chuckled.

He pecked her lips before pulling out of her and getting back on his feet. He pulled his boxers and jeans up and closed them before reaching a hand down to pull her up from the floor. He watched her get back in her panties and dress while he got his shirt back on.

"Thank you, Dean," she said.
"Yeah, about that..." He started.
"Don't say anything. I know how it goes. I'm not supposed to follow after you. It's a... what did they call it again? A one night stand?" She looked at him.
"You really shouldn't listen in on other people's conversations," he shook his head and snickered. "But yeah, a one night stand. One I might repeat."
"What is it called if it happens again?" She asked.
"Nothing," he couldn't help but smile. "Sometimes you seem so damn innocent all dressed in white and with those god damn pigtails and then you talk and act like this. You got me feeling kind of lost here and that doesn't happen a lot."
"I hate white but Bray makes us wear it," she said. "Anyway, it's been fun."

She moved towards the door and disappeared out of the room before he could say anything. He quickly followed through the door only to see that she once again had disappeared completely. Maybe it was for the better. She was still part of the enemy's clan and he had no business messing around with her like he had just done. The outcome wouldn't be good for any of them. He turned in the other direction to find a back door and went out of it. When he finally returned home, Roman and Seth were there.

"Dude, where were you? You had us worried," Roman said.
"I was with Catelin," Dean said.
"You followed her on your own? We've talked about this," Roman said.
"Relax, Roman. Bray didn't send her. She just wanted sex," Dean said.
"You fucked her?" Seth grinned.
"Of course I did," Dean grinned back.
"I thought they were all virgins with all that wearing white and acting like children," Seth said.
"Not a chance. She hadn't had oral before though and the poor thing never had an orgasm either so I just took her to cum-ville," Dean winked. "Twice."

Seth howled with laughter but Roman just shook his head and looked at his two friends. They quickly got quiet when they saw the serious look on his face.

"What?" Dean asked.
"Think about it, Dean. Of course she hasn't had pleasure. Bray doesn't allow the women in his cult any pleasure," Roman answered.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked.
"If she's had sex before, who do you think she's had sex with? It's not like she can go on dates outside the cult. Men are the future according to Bray and women should just know their place. She's only been with men inside that place," Roman said.
"Oh," it dawned on Dean. "Fuck! I never thought of that. Did I just make it better or worse for her then?"