If he was being honest with himself, he would admit that he noticed her a long time ago. He noticed her long before they ever came in contact with each other and he would only ever admit it to himself but he admired her from afar. He would watch and wait for her to make her way into the new arena that they were performing in on whatever night and he would watch her walk in with her medical bag, dressed in her street clothes with her head hung low. She never made eye contact with any of the Superstars or Divas; she was shy in her own right and only had a small group of friends within the company. Her small group of friends consisted of two women from make-up and design, Doctor Sampson and one very important man; CM Punk. He had never seen her with anyone else outside of those people except for the occasional awkward small talk she made with a few stage hands while she was in catering. Oh yes, she was quiet and shy but she was also fiery and quick-witted. He had seen how fiery she could get, how quick she could be when pushed and he liked that very, very much.
Under normal circumstances Dean would have never paid the slightest bit of attention to the tall beauty, he was more interested in the girls that wouldn't say anything to him, that would just open their mouths and spread their legs, but her… she was different. She was new, fresh, diverse and above all elegant. She was nothing like Dean's past. She wasn't dirty or tarnished, she wasn't trash and she certainly wasn't abused or run down. She was everything he wasn't and he wanted her. He wanted her more than he wanted anything in his life since he got to the WWE and became United States Champion. He wanted to feel her soft hands run across his broad shoulders, to delve into her oh so inviting mouth, to breathe in her soft, sweet vanilla smell and embrace her lithe body in his muscular arms. Dean had never felt so strongly about a woman he never even spoke to in all of his life.
He noticed her for the first time when Seth Rollins, his stable mate and good friend injured himself during one of their matches and he had to go to trainer's room to get checked out. She literally took his breath away when he walked in and seen her putting stiches in Sheamus's eyebrow, she wasn't fazed by the blood or the mumbles of the big Irish man she just kept her head down and did her job. Dean remembered sighing in relief when he saw Doctor Sampson fly across the room on one of the little medical stools and check out Seth, Seth wasn't the smallest man around and with only Dean to support his friend's weight from the gorilla entrance all the way back to the Doctor's office was quite the task and Dean was more than relieved to be rid of the extra body weight.
Dean glanced around the room and settled on the beautiful woman across from him, now helping the massive Irish man up. Dean immediately offered to help her and together the two of them helped the wounded Irish man up. He remembered the light smile on her delicate face and the way the light caught the gold in her green eyes, making Dean feel completely memorized and fall into a state of shock. He continued to stare at her and access her alluring features without knowing he was doing it. Wide green eyes framed by the darkest lashes, perfectly shaped dark eyebrows, fair complexion, high cheek bones and soft, pouty lips completed her gorgeous, angelic face. Without even glancing down at her body and what its physical appearance was, Dean knew he was smiting. He didn't need to see her body to know how beautiful she was, inside and out.
His stare was broken when she looked up at him and connected her green eyes with his blue ones, leaving his head spinning. She smiled slightly at him and his world stopped. Before she could even ask him anything, Doctor Sampson had cleared Seth and they were off. He never got to talk to her to or even tell her his name, but surely she knew? Surely she watched television, hell, she worked in the same company as him!
Although their first meeting was cut short, Dean enjoyed watching her more than he thought he would. Usually he made excuses about taking a walk to clear his head before the show started and without knowing it he would be walking past the trainer's room, listening intently to the conversations behind the door. He would always hear laughter. Laughter was common in the doctor's office meaning that whoever was in there was smiling and happy. Dean knew without a doubt that she was smiling and this made him ache desperately. He wanted so bad to be in that room, watching her smile and laugh but he couldn't keep making up the excuse that he didn't feel well all the time, she would think he was crazy- not that he wasn't, but she didn't need to see his crazy side. He didn't want her to see his crazy side, not the side that the WWE universe saw nightly, or the side his friends saw. No, he had a side that was reserved just for her, a softer more gentler side that rarely showed its head, because when did he ever get the opportunity to meet a beautiful woman that wasn't looking to fuck his brains out.
Dean sighed as he sat on a crate of wooden boxes and leaned his head back against the cream wall. His shaggy, wet blonde hair tumbled down his face and he closed his eyes, listening to the silence of this private area. He would give anything to talk to her. It wasn't that he didn't have the courage or balls to go up to her and asked her; it was the rejection that he knew he would face from her that made him freeze up. He knew that a girl like her would want nothing to do with the likes of someone like him, creepy, insane, crazy, mentally fucked up the list went on and on. He knew from word around the locker room what people thought of him. So what, he wasn't the sanest of men, didn't mean he didn't have feelings or care about other people. In actuality he cared a lot more than people thought. When he loved he loved hard and deeply, he wasn't what people thought he was. Contrast to what the locker room thought, his friends knew him well and he really wasn't as much as a womanizer as every thought, he just took what he wanted when he wanted it. Simple as.
Except with this woman- Nora Jones. That was her name, simple but sweet on the tongue. It took him two full weeks to find out her name without people suspecting him of anything. He heard through the never-ending grape vein within the company that the fiery vixen was working as Doctor Sampson's medical assistance until the old man retired within the next year then she would be taking over as the Doc's job. Surprisingly the two got on very well for someone that was going to take over the old man's job. Nora, she was something else. Something he wanted more than his life.
For two months he had watched her come and go, never minding anybody except her small group of friends and herself. He liked that she mostly kept to herself; she wasn't like most of the girls within the company that were suspiciously nice and sickly outgoing, she was just herself. Quite, shy and simple. Such a huge contrast to the Divas around the company and the ring rats. It was exactly what Dean wanted. She was exactly what Dean wanted.
Dean shifted his head when he heard the sounds of someone struggling in the hallway, he opened his eyes to see a young woman with long black hair struggling to open one of the doors in the hallway. What he failed to notice was the medical bag at her side and the box of latex medical gloves in her hands that was making it difficult for her to open the door with her bottle of water and phone in hand. Dean lifted himself off the crates and shifted closer to the girl, ready to offer his assistance when he caught the sweet smell of vinalla. It was then he noticed the supplies and the bag at her side and he knew he had run into Nora. He had never seen her with her hair down, not while she was in the arena anyways, she always kept her hair up and tied back away from her face so that she could get a better look at the wrestlers that came her way.
This was it. This was his moment to talk to her. To show her that he was interested, that he wanted her. He could talk to the beautiful specimen and he could act like his usual cocky, arrogant self to get what he wanted.
Nora gasped when she felt a hand on her shoulder, her water bottle and the box of latex gloves tumbled from her hands. She turned to look into the blue eyes of Dean Ambrose, the United States Champion. The crazy, insane, madman, the psycho of The Shield. If she was honest with herself the man sacred the wits out of her and made her very very nervous. She had seen him countless times in the ring with his stable mates, acting crazy and doing out of sorts things. She felt a cold shiver run down her spine when she thought of some of the things he did to the other superstars, the things she had to fix.
Not only was he and his friends the most intimidating figures on the current roaster, he was quite possibly the hottest in her opinion. The black bodyguard uniform really completely his bad boy image and made her tighten her legs out of lust whenever she saw him on the small TV in the Doc's office. Three really gorgeous men all dressed in black and three very scary and threaten men. Out of all the superstars on the roaster, he had to be the one lingering down her corridor. It couldn't have been her good friend CM Punk or the funny Irish man Sheamus, no, it was Dean fucking Ambrose. And not only would she be working alone tonight and in the trainer's room by herself because Doc Sampson decided to pull a sickie, she would now have to talk to him. She never talked to the talent, unless it was too comfort them when they were on her table or to Punk, other than that she kept to herself and her two girlies in the make-up department. She preferred it like that, rather than get involved with the bitchiness and the drama that surely came with twenty odd, beautiful women sharing one locker room.
Dean smirked down at the tall woman and bent down to pick of the box of gloves and her water bottle. While he was down there he couldn't help but take in her casual appearance of jeans, boots and a loose t-shirt. See, simple. Everything about this woman was simple, but so complicated. He tried to smile at her when his eyes connect with hers but he failed miserably and his smile might have looked more like a grimace to her. While hope was dim for him, she smiled nervously at him and placed the key to the temporary trainer's room for the evening. He handed her items after she turned on the lights in the cold, white room and she smiled gently at him. Their hands connected quickly as he handed her over the box, green met blue as sparks shot through both their hands. Nora removed her hand quickly and took the box away from Dean placing it behind him; in an effort to avoid looking at him she began setting up her equipment for the night.
Dean startled her when he cleared his throat anxiously behind her. She spun quickly on her feet and faced the slightly insane man.
"….Thank you, for, uh… helping me out there." Nora mumbled quietly barely making eye contact.
"Uhh…. It was no problem." Dean shrugged his shoulders non-caringly. If Dean was trying to sound confident he was failing miserably.
"I'm Dean." He said quickly so as to not stop the conversation with her.
"Nora." She said even quitter than earlier and sifted around him with rubbing alcohol and bandages.
The conversation grew quite as the two stood awkwardly in front of the other. Dean wanted to scream and ask her out. Just say something! SAY SOMETHING! But unfortunately his mouth was not co-operating with his brain tonight. He could talk in front of millions of people nightly, but he couldn't talk to one woman? What the hell was wrong with him? No matter how much he wanted to try and keep the conversation going, she just made him too nervous and un-sure of himself.
"… I was wond-" before he could even get the words out Roman Reigns, flew around the corner and walked right into the room, disrupting whatever moment they had been building up towards. Dean sighed irritably. He had been so close.
Dean noticed Nora stiffen immediately and wonder if she was sacred around him. Roman without warning pulled Dean from the room and told him that he was late for their match which was about to start in two minutes. With no other words muttered to Nora by either Dean or Roman apologising for their actions, Nora was left blissfully alone and obvious to the bickering continuing up the hallway.
"So much for conversations.." Nora muttered before pulling on her latex gloves and sitting down on the small medical stool, spinning around like a child. While she may not be as outgoing as some of the women around here she certainly had more character to her being than just physical looks and big tits.
First wrestling fan fic. I'm just toying around with some ideas that were moving about in my head, I'm still not entirely comfortable writing in the wrestling world, so I'm just going to keep things pretty simple when it comes to the WWE universe and its people. I'm entirely fascinated with Dean Ambrose character, just his character :P I always feel like he's way under played, like he's always seen as the crazy one when I think there's so much more under that gorgeous surface so I decided to let my OC Nora bring out his softer more … human side.
Their story is a slow one that will take some time considering how shy Nora can be and how mixed up Dean is with his feelings, so I hope you will stick with me throughout!
Read&Review, please and thank you! :D
I do not own anything you recognise except my own OC's. Anything else belongs to WWE and obviously their own people.
Nesiee.