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Prompt: Dishwashing turned water-fight.

When you think of someone like Dean Ambrose, you think of an unhinged human being. You think of a man who hides in the trunk of your car waiting to hit you with a tire iron. He wasn't called the lunatic fringe for no reason. All in all, you don't think of a mentally stable guy.

Yet, here was the man himself standing at the kitchen sink next to his girlfriend, washing dishes. Here he was in the apartment he shared with Emma, being that domestic guy his teenage self promised he'd never be. But his teenage self was a dickhead, and Dean wanted to be better for Emma. She made him want to be a better person because she deserved that and he wasn't about to let some nice guy come along and try to snatch her away. Though the Aussie has adamantly stated that he didn't have to 'pretend' to be a good person, because he already was and he was the only person she wanted to be with.

He thought that was cheesy, but in that cute awkward way that was just Emma.

Dean found out a long time ago that he didn't mind being like this with Emma. There was something exceptional about just doing simple things with her. It was an escape from the hectic lives they lived as wrestlers almost always on the road. It was relaxing. It was just what he needed. Emma. He just needed Emma.

And yes, he was aware of how much of a cheeseball she turned him into.

"Love, you missed a spot." Emma's soft lilt pulled him from his thoughts.

Dean looked down at the plate he was half-heartedly scrubbing and then looked back at Emma, rolling his eyes. "There's nothing there, Blondie. It's clean."

Now she rolled her eyes. "No. There's a little spot right on the rim."

"No, there isn't." He argued.

His stubbornness could be so annoying sometimes. "Yes, there is! It's right," she removed her hand from the soapy water to point out the spot, water flinging onto Dean's shirt and face. Dean blinked once and Emma's eyes went wide, "Uh… there."

He pursed his lips, wiping his face on his shoulder due to his hands still being wet. He blinked a few more times and looked over to Emma. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth and she made small snorting sounds as she tried containing her laughter. "You think that's funny, Blondie?" He questioned with a raised brow.

At his expression, Emma couldn't hold it in anymore. She burst out laughing. Dean hadn't realized a hunk of soapy suds flew off her hand and landed in his fringe of hair. He looked funny being so oblivious to this simple fact.

As adorable as Emma was when she laughed, Dean wasn't really appreciating it at the moment. He dipped his hand in the water quickly before splashing some in her face. The Aussie immediately stopped laughing and spluttered as soap got into her mouth.

"Dean!" She screeched, wiping her face with the dry part of her arm.

"What? You started it." He pointed out, smirking.

"It was an accident, you toss-head!"

Dean snorted and shrugged. "Yeah, but you laughed."

"Ya, cause you have a hunk of suds in your hair." She pointed out, aggravated.

He reached up to wipe the suds from his hair, and Emma jumped on her opportunity. She had a mug of soapy water in her hands she tossed its contents at him. Dean jumped back, cursing as he became soaked from his head to his shirt with dirty sink water. He glared viciously at his laughing girlfriend.

"Oh, it's on, Blondie." He grabbed the sinks hose attachment and sprayed her with it.

Emma yelped as she also become soaked. It didn't help that the hose water was ice cold. "Dean! That's freezing!"

"That's what you get, darlin'!" He said over the commotion.

"You're horrible!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands out and splashing him more as she tried blocking the cold water of the spray.

That went on for a few more minutes. They were soaked from head to toe now and the floor was almost flooded with soapy dishwater. It only stopped when Dean put the hose down and winced, covering his eye.

"Shit! There's soap in my eye." He hissed in over exaggerated agony.

Emma frowned, her brows creased with worry as she touched the side of his wet face. "Oh god, Dean. Are you alright?" She asked, trying to pry his hand away from his eye so she could see the damage.

"Nah, Blondie." He whined, attempting to pull away from her.

She pouted, concerned and upset that she hurt her boyfriend. "I'm so sorry, Dean."

Emma only grew confused when Dean chuckled and removed his hand revealing a perfectly fine blue eye.

"Good. I deserve the apology." He smirked before kissing her wet cheek. "Gotcha, darlin'."

She blinked once as realization dawned on her. The Aussie's jaw dropped and she punched his shoulder. "You're terrible!" She yelled going to hit him again, but he grabbed her hand and wrapped his free arm around her waist, and pulling her in close. "You tricked me." She pulled a face at him, but didn't bother trying to escape his embrace. Mostly because she didn't want to.

"I do it to keep you on your toes, Blondie." He revealed, tucking some of her wet hair behind her ear. "Besides, that's what you get for starting a water fight."

"I did not start the water fight!" She argued fiercely.

"Yeah, well you got soap in my hair!"

"Completely by accident!" Emma defended, reaching up to touch his soaked locks. "You know I'd never intentionally do anything to harm your hair."

Dean mulled that one over for a moment. "Huh. Either way, we're dirty and gross now so we need to shower. And it would probably be for the better to take it together. No need to waste anymore water."

Emma laughed, "You look for any excuse for us to shower together. The shower sex was uncomfortable last time, remember?"

"Hey now, practice makes perfect." Dean insisted, wiggling his eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Let's clean up this mess first and then we'll discuss possibly taking a shower together."

"I think I can convince ya in that time span." He replied confidently as she went to go grab the mop from the pantry.

Emma chuckled, shaking her head. She didn't doubt in the end that he would convince her. She just couldn't resist him. Dean Ambrose was like gravity, and she was always pulled in.

So, a while back I decided to ask people on tumblr to send me domestic!Demma prompts and I'm just now finally getting to them! If you have any domestic!Demma prompts you'd like to send me, you can either PM them to me here or you can send me an ask on my Tumblr: ask. Please, don't send me any requests in a review. First of all, that defeats the purpose of reviewing and it's harder for me to keep up with them.

Anywaaaay, I'm glad I'm actually getting some writing done. Apologies that my other stories have basically been put on hold because I'm stuck on where to go next with them and time isn't exactly my friend right now.

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