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The whole room was silent as everyone stared at you and the current WWE Superstar standing before you.

His face was unreadable as he stood there, hands clenched tightly by his sides. You stood in a backwards arch before falling forward, wiping the whipped cream and fruit from your eyes.

'Did he seriously just do that?' You wondered.

Of all the things to do Dean fuckin' Ambrose threw a pie in your face?! Not only a pie, but the whole damn tray of his had made its way all over your clothes and in your hair, the food sliding down to plop on the ground.

You looked at him in shock and you saw his eyes widen and his jaw drop momentarily before he straightened up giving you a challenging look, daring you to do something…anything.

You scraped a little more of the lemony residue off of your face, slapping it to the ground with a flick of your wrist.

Fuck this.

You didn't have to take this shit! You wouldn't let this bug you; you had bigger, worse things to deal with. Only problem was…this was bugging you…big time. You could already feel your lip quiver and your eyes start to water. Yes you were mad and when you got upset you cried but you were mostly hurt. You had thought Dean was a good friend of yours, one of the best but he had just proven you wrong.

With one last huff you lifted you head, looking past him and the two guys behind him and swiftly walked past them. Out of the side of your eyes you could have sworn you saw Dean open his mouth to say something but at the last moment he closed it, looking away from you, staring straight ahead.

Some friend…

Hours Later…

"Make it stop," The guy lying next to you groaned as he reached out patting the night stand beside him. "Please!"

You groaned to roll over and stare at your good friend Zack Ryder beside you, who was lying on his stomach on your hotel bed, a little puddle of drool under his semi opened mouth. How he managed to tell you he was leaving and fall asleep at your room was news to you, but you thought nothing of it as you saw his eyes were still closed. His constant slapping on the nightstand beside him let you know he was in fact awake.

"Make what stop," You asked, reaching out to poke at him. "Wake up Zacky," You teased.

A knock interrupted you two and you frowned rolled over on your back to look at the clock beside you on matching nightstand on your side. "Twelve thirty?! Who the..." You trailed off as the knocking got more persistent, wondering just who in their right mind would bug you this late at night. You didn't really have plans to get up for a couple more hours at the least. I mean…you were a freakin' cook. It's not like you were needed like say the superstars and divas, or even the backstage crew. People could do without you until dinner time, maybe lunch time if they were lucky.

You slid out of bed quickly making your way over to the door just as the knocking started to get louder. "Yes," You said loudly having to jump back as you almost got hit by someone's hand coming forward, seconds away from your face. "What the fu-"

"There you are," A very familiar voice said in relief and you jerked looking up into the eyes of Dean Ambrose for the second time that day. "Wasn't sure if you had left for the next town or not," He said with a smile.

You glared at him, crossing your arms. The nerve of this guy!

"What do you want Dean," You muttered, your gaze deadly.

"Look I…I came to apologize about earlier," Dean said looking at the floor sheepishly, he was actually scuffing his shoe against the ground and you raised an eyebrow.

"Ohh. You mean when you basically attacked me for no fucking reason," You snapped. "What have I done to you Dean?! I don't understand it, I thought we were good friends, hell I actually kind of considered you a best friend of mine," You yelled actually starting to get red in the face. You had to drop your arms by your sides because you were starting to hurt your chest with how tight you were holding your upper body. Your nails started to dig in your palms. You were just itching to slap Dean. No…fuck that. You wanted to sock him! Right in that pretty little face of his.

The whole time you were talking Dean was nodding but he snapped to when he heard you say best friend.

"Really," He asked.

"Really what," You grumbled.

"You think of me as a best friend?"

"I did," You answered with a shrug. Dean frowned and went to step forward.

"Look babe, I really am sorry. It took me awhile to come here, I know, but I am here and that's something right," He asked you, his gaze intense.

You sighed, unclenching your fist. "You really hurt my feelings Dean, I'm already having a hard time at home so to come to work and get attacked is shit."

"I know babe, look…let me just come in and we can sort this crap out. I really hate what I did to you; you have no idea how much."

"Why," You asked.

"It's…I…um, can I come in baby, let me talk it over with you," He asked hopeful, placing a hand on each of your shoulders.

"No…stop," You mumbled, blushing because of his close proximity. "And stop calling me those," You whispered.

Dean frowned in confusion before it dawned on him and he smirked. "What babe? Baby?"

"Yes," You hissed. "Stop that!"

"Why, I like-"

There was a shuffle behind you and an arm was wrapped around your shoulders startling both you and the man in the doorway.

"What is taking you so long Sara? You coming back to bed or what," Zack asked you pulling you close in a squeeze. "I'm cold." Your eyes widened and you couldn't stop looking at Dean. Zack looked up and just stared at Dean. "Dean. I would say nice to see ya but you hurt my girl Sara here."

Dean's demeanor went from playful to downright scary in a matter of a few seconds. You looked at both men startled. "Oh your girl huh," Dean snarled, crossing his arms.

Zack smirked catching on to the other guy's jealousy. "That's right, my girl," He dropped his arm from around your shoulder to grab you around your waist.

Ok! Just what in the hell was going on here, you wondered. Dean couldn't help himself; he pushed into the room shoving Zack by his chest causing him to stumble backwards. You gasped, backing to the side. "Funny," Dean sneered looking down at Zack as he slowly climbed to his feet in disbelief.

"What is," Zack asked with his own attitude.

"She's never mentioned you when we talk during the shows. You must be some kind of embarrassment," Dean finished with a smirk.

Zack shook his head going to lunge forward but you quickly stepped in between the two not really giving Zack a chance to stop so you ended up slamming into Dean making you two tumble to the floor. Dean having grabbed you around the waist as you two fell, quickly placed you beside him growling as he jumped up pushing off his feet to tackle Zack. The two were wrestling around on the floor throwing punches, neither really getting the upper hand and you just sat there in shock for a moment before you screamed startling the two.

"Stop it, stop it, STOP IT! What the fuck you two," You screeched. The guys halted everything and you stood up quickly coming to stand by the two idiots. "What are you two doing?!"

Dean dropped his fist, looking at you in embarrassment and Zack let his head fall and hit the floor with a little thud, he did look out the side of his eye to see Dean's guard down though and he couldn't help it, he lifted his free arm in an uppercut knocking Dean in the jaw.

"The fuck," Dean yelled as he moved toward Zack again after gaining his bearings.

"Dean, STOP! Is this what you came here for," You yelled pulling on his arm, your eyes wide. "I can't believe you would come here only to hurt me again." You turned away from the two, quickly jogging over to the dining table in the room snatching up your car keys and running out the door. You didn't even bothering to closing it behind you.

"Sara wait," Dean yelled. He sighed looking over at Zack who was also worried about you but before he could even react Dean punched him in the nose. "That's for catching me off guard. It won't happen again." Dean warned, jumping to his feet following you out the door and for good measure closed it on a stumbling Zack.

"Sara," You heard your name being yelled, but you ignored it and kept right on walking. "Sara wait now..." You felt a hand on your upper arm stopping you and you swung around going to smack Dean across the face but found you couldn't as he pulled you into a tight hug. You were confused. You stilled for a minute before reacting quickly, you slapped your hands at his waist before sliding them up to come in between you both and just as you went to push him back Dean pulled back staring at you with an expression you couldn't quite read.

"What are you-"

"We need to talk," Dean said sliding his hand down to grab your wrist trying to pull you with him to his room a couple of doors back down the hallway.

"Dean no," You said, trying to pry his hand off of you but he was relentless and before you knew it you were dragged into his hotel room. You huffed crossing your arms in front of you, refusing to move from in front of his door, refusing to look at him.

"Ok…so you're gonna make this hard on me," He said with a chuckle. "Fair enough."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"Look…I could go into a long drawn out explanation about how tired I am from touring and how seeing you with Zack not only once but twice today fuckin' pissed me off but I figured I'd just show you what the main reason for me acting crazy today, hell, lately, is."

You frowned at that and before you knew it you were backed into the door, Dean hovering over you. You panicked but didn't get a chance to do anything as Dean cradled a cheek with one hand, a genuine smile on his face. You couldn't help but get lost in that look. That was the look that made you develop the biggest crush on…oh who were you kidding, that was the look that made you fall in love with this man but you'd be damn if he was gonna push you around. You opened your mouth to tell him off but Dean leaned down swallowing your intake of breath. You gasped in surprise and he moaned pushing into you even more. You reached up placing a palm on either side of his waist. Wait…just wait a minute.

You pulled your mouth away to take in a much needed breath. "Dean," You gasped again as he started kissing your neck softly. "Dean what are you," He interrupted you again, covering your mouth with his once more and you couldn't help but moan. "Dean stop," You pulled away again and he pulled you off of the door backing you two into the room.

"You can't tell me you don't feel it," He mumbled.

"Feel what," You just had to ask.

"Don't make me say it," Dean groaned looking away, but he held onto you tightly in case you decided you wanted to run away.

"No really, what Dean," You asked.

Dean shook his head. "This. Us," He motioned between you two. "Don't make me do all this lovely dovey shit, it's annoying."

You couldn't help but laugh and Dean grunted pulling you into him placing a hand on the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. You stopped, blushing and Dean lost himself in your eyes for a moment.

"You're getting mushy," You teased.

"Shut up and kiss me," He demanded and despite earlier you couldn't help the excitement that ran through you at his words, you slowly leaned forward, your eyes never leaving his and softly planted your lips on his. Dean growled, grasping you tightly by your sides and your lips pushed into his more firmly. He worked his lips over yours in excitement and you responded eagerly not even realizing you had made it further in the room and were in front of the bed until he pulled back and smirked giving you a little shove causing you to topple over and land on your back. You pushed up trying to sit but he was on you in the next second straddling your thighs. You stopped moving and leaned back to look at his face as he placed his hands under your nightshirt touching your thighs causing you to shiver. His smirk grew and his hands traveled up slowly, ever so slowly, reaching the bottom of your panties. You couldn't believe this was happening, shouldn't be letting this happen. But oh it was happening!

Dean quickly reached up to grab the sides of your panties pulling them swiftly down your thighs and they were around your legs in the next second, he followed them and then he was in between your legs. You flushed but Dean placed his palm over your heated cleft, running two fingers down your clit to your hole and you couldn't help but arch up. He did it again with the same results before pulling back divesting himself of his clothes and he returned to his previous position. You pouted.

"What," He asked.

"I wanted to undress you," You whined, jutting out your bottom lip. You had only imagined undressing this guy hundreds of times. He just deprived you of that chance.

"Some other time babe," And you couldn't help but hum happily at the term of endearment this time. Dean climbed over you his cock in his hands, he kissed you rubbing himself over you and you responded by grinding into him. "I don't know if I can do slow tonight baby," He groaned, slipping just the head of his cock into you before quickly retreating. "I've wanted you too damn long, I'm already too fucking hard just thinking about being buried in you."

You moaned grabbing onto his shoulders, pulling him down over you. "Then don't wait."

Dean looked at you in surprise. "You sure baby," He asked teasing you with the tip again. You moaned digging your nails into the back of his sides.

"Stop fucking teasing me," You exclaimed.

"Ok, but you asked for it," He said licking his lips before he swiftly slid inside you, filling you to the hilt.

"Oh," You gasped.

"God! So fuckin' tight babe," Dean pulled back, placing one arm beside your head, looking between your bodies to watch his cock slide out of you before he slammed back in causing you to squeal and clamp your legs around him.

"Dean," You moaned, shaking.

He placed his other hand on your hip pulling you down into him as he started a slow rock which gradually picked up speed. You locked your feet around his lower back responding to him in eagerness. God, you couldn't believe this! Dean fuckin' Ambrose was with you, in a hotel room, in a bed, sexing you up. You never believed in your wildest dreams that you would be here, in this moment. You only ever dreamed of it. Dean slammed into you roughly and you threw your head back on the bed, shutting your eyes, your hands roaming any and every part of him you could reach. He slowed down staring at you; watching you lose it under him. You brought your head down to look at him before an idea popped in your head. You bucked forward, rolling your body to one side and Dean had no choice but to follow or lose contact with you and then he was on his back looking up at your naked body slowly rocking on him, your hair hanging over one arm as you looked down at him under hooded eyes. That was the only break he got before you started to ride him. You placed your hands on either side of his abdomen, placing your feet beside him and lifted, slamming down on him in the next second. He panted in surprise and you ground on him before riding him like a rodeo cowgirl. It was perfect. You threw your head back in ecstasy. His hands found your breasts for a second, pinching your nipples and you groaned, faltering. Dean took advantage returning to your earlier position, slamming into you. You were so close. Dean must have noticed because he was reaching between you two to rub your slick nub. "Cum for me baby," He groaned slamming into you again and you shrieked as he hit your spot.

"Oh god!"

Dean looked down, his rubs unrelenting and slammed into you a third time hitting that same spot. "That's it."

"Oh…" You reached down grabbing a hold of his backside pulling him into you with each thrust and it only took one more of those slams up into your g-spot before you froze up, shuddering under him, your walls clenching around him.

"Oh damn," He hissed barely able to come into you as you milked his orgasm out of him. "Damn babe," He chuckled, softly dropping down on top of you.

"Sorry," You whispered trying to catch your breath.

Dean shook his head, reaching up to run a hand through your sweaty hair, pulling you into a kiss. "So do you forgive me," He asked you, kissing down the side of your jaw over to your ear taking the lobe in his mouth.

You giggled before pulling back, your eyes bright. "What do you think?"