Raw Women's Champion Alexa Bliss walked out of Hunter Helmsley's office with some surprising news. It was news that she liked. Creative ideas in WWE were hit and miss at best, but this promised to be a good one, if they handled it right. She could hardly wait to get back to the women's locker room to tell the others what was going on.

A door opened further along the hallway. Dean Ambrose's head poked out, looking in her direction. "In here," he said gruffly, before disappearing back inside.

The diminutive diva realised that Dean had been waiting in there for her, knowing that she would come past on her way back to the locker room. Making sure that no one was around to see, she scuttled over to the room he was in and slipped inside. Dean was on her even before the door closed, pinned her against the wall and kissing her with a desire that burned as hot as the sun. Alexa was unable to prevent herself from moaning in pleasure at the sensations that coursed through her body as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. No man had ever made her feel quite as good as this before. For weeks now, this had been going on. In empty rooms like this one at the arenas, in hotel rooms, even in the back of his hire car from time to time. Ever since Dean had broken off his relationship with Renee, he and Alexa hadn't been able to get enough of each other. Thankfully, they were the only ones who knew that their affair had actually started at least a month before Dean had done the right thing and ended it with his former lover.

"I have news," Alexa said breathlessly between his frantic kisses.

"I don't give a fuck," Dean grunted, nipping at the side of her neck, sending an intense tingling feeling through her. It wasn't that he only wanted her for sex, she knew, it was just that right now he wanted sex really badly, as did she. It had been nearly forty eight hours since the last time, and that was probably something of a record for them.

The news could wait. Alexa struggled to unbutton his jeans, not an easy task when she was stuck between him and the wall of the empty office they were standing in. "I've been thinking about this all day," she breathed when she felt how hard he was.

"Me too, Little Miss Bliss." Dean loved to use her on-screen nickname. After all, it was perfect for her. He couldn't risk carrying her over to the nearby desk as they would be visible through the window in the door. Against the wall was going to have to do. He placed his hands under her butt and lifted her up.

"Oh, Dean," Alexa gasped, loving how he took charge of her.

A few breathless minutes later, it was over. "Damn, that's better," Dean said, breathing deeply as he lowered her back to the floor.

Alexa just looked up at him with a sultry expression on her face while she tried to get her breath back.

"What news?" he asked after a moment. It was typical of him to move between subjects so quickly, and not always at the appropriate moment.

"You want me to tell you now?" Alexa asked.

Dean shrugged. "You brought it up. If it was okay to talk about then, why not now?"

It was a good point, Alexa had to admit. "This new gimmick you guys have, The Shield for hire, or whatever. I'm going to be a part of it, starting tonight. I'm going to be hiring Lucy to be my partner."

Lucy Thorne was the fourth member of the popular group, having been added to the team a year or so earlier. A favourite and personal friend of Stephanie McMahon, the English woman had never found herself struggling for a push during her time with WWE, despite not being the most technically proficient wrestler on the women's roster by any means. What Lucy did have, however, was height, and a powerful physique and style in the ring, similar in many ways to her teammate Roman Reigns. Lucy was also in a relationship with Seth Rollins, another thing that wasn't doing her career prospects any harm. Alexa wasn't resentful of Thorne's clout within the company, though, as some of the women were. She and Lucy had never had a problem with each other.

"You and Lucy? I guess that works," Dean said. Then he changed the subject again. "We'd better get out of here before someone misses one of us, or someone walks in here."

"Okay, but Dean?"

"What?"

"I'm starting to get sick of sneaking around," Alexa said, almost whining. "How long are we going to have to do this for? You broke up with Renee weeks ago."

"We need to give it a few more weeks, to make sure a shit storm doesn't blow up about it. A lot of people like Renee around here. Hell, I don't want to hurt her any more than breaking up with her already did," he said frankly. "I didn't break up with her because I wanted to hurt her, I did it because I couldn't resist you."

"I didn't think you'd worry about a storm blowing up," Alexa said sulkily, ignoring the rest of what he had said. "That kind of thing doesn't usually bother you."

"I wasn't bothered for me, I was bothered for you," Dean clarified. "Who do you think would get the most grief if everyone found out we were together when I was still with Renee? It wouldn't be me. You'd automatically be made out to be a slut."

"That's so unfair, and it's sexist," Alexa protested, even though she knew he was right.

"Yep, but that's how things go. The guy gets treated like some kind of hero, yet the girl is a slut. So like I said, let's keep it quiet for another few weeks, so we can make like this thing between us started when I was single, okay?"

"Okay," Alexa conceded with a sigh.

Dean leaned down and kissed her. "Good girl. Now come on, let's get out of here."

A/N: For people who have read my other works, yes, this story follows on from Thorne in the Side. However, I'm writing it so that it is also a stand alone story.