Okay, new story time and I honestly don't really know what this is. It just popped into my head and apparently I had to write it but in essence it's just Jon Moxley being really really sweet. Originally it was going to be a collection of snapshots but it turned into a story with a plot and everything! Who knew?!

Hope you like this first little chapter...

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Katie Finds Mox

The woman had been trying to catch his eye the whole match-up. Whooping and hanging her breasts across the barriers like he would suddenly make heart eyes at her Tex Avery cartoon-style. Maybe even loll his tongue out like a hound dog and honk like a submarine.

Awoooooga.

Sadly for her however he didn't but he did make a mental note of where she was. Front row on the right. Strapless zebra tube dress. Black plastic boots right up to her thighs. She was clearly a ring rat and already wasted but completely fucking shameless so good enough for one night. She winked at him as he stumbled out past her having left his opponent in a heap on the mat. He was swaggering, full of brash Jon Moxley confidence and so he licked his lips and winked right back.

"Want a little company handsome?"

Mox rubbed his jaw like he was thinking,

"Come 'round back."

Her smoky eyeliner-smeared eyes briefly widened and then she scrambled to pick up her bag. A packet of smokes fell onto the warehouse flooring followed by a small bag of hash. Mox snorted wryly. What a fucking class act. Still he'd come too far to turn down her offer and so he simply plodded backstage to throw his threads on and splash some cold water over his face. He kept her waiting because he knew she would still be there and sure enough, when he emerged into the darkness, there his soon-to-be bedfellow was. Slumped like a ragdoll up against the building and giggling to herself like the sloppy mess she was.

"Hey there you," she slurred, full-on train wreck, reaching out and poking his chest, "Has anyone ever told you you're sexy? Because, lemme tell ya' baby, you are."

Mox grunted back at her, dragging on his cigarette and watching almost lazily as her fingers roamed lower down. They started by toying with his shirt buttons clumsily before giving up and zoning in straight on his flies.

"Whoa, someone's keen. You want some a' Mox darlin'?"

The woman giggled wildly,

"Mmm, uh huh."

With her mildly shaking digits still fumbling his zipper, she leant in and pressed him back into a kiss. Her tongue tasted like whisky and stale marijuana and her lips were both moist and un-appetizingly cracked. Mox wasn't sure if he should even be kissing her or whether he should be trying to find her some help. Not that it stopped him from juddering a little as she forcefully clapped her hand across his junk, palming it through the open flies of his denim and eliciting herself a gruff Moxley grunt.

"Fuck – ,"

"Hmmm," she exhaled back at him hungrily, trailing kisses along his cheek before sucking on his ear. His hands came down to steady her hips and taking it as a come on she leaned in close, rubbing her soft peaks over his pectorals in circular motions that made her nipples grow stiff. Down in his boxers he could feel the tell-tale stirrings and evidently so could she because the next thing he knew she was latched onto his lips again, open-mouthed and panting. It was a horrible kiss. His dick however still twitched in appreciation and stubbing out his cigarette he figured what the hell? She wanted sex and he was happy to give it, but that was all it would ever be between them. Sex and nothing more. He hoped she knew that.

"These fucking muscles – you're so fucking sexy."

Clearly the one night thing was okay by her and so dropping his head Mox returned the sloppy tongue lashing, his hand creeping up to rub over her breast.

"Is this what you like?" he growled, tweaking a nipple, "This what you wanted?"

She moaned into his mouth,

"Hmmmm."

In fact he was getting so into their groping that he only half registered the sound of footsteps to their right, a light tread splashing through the late fall puddles and then stopping uncertainly.

The voice was small.

"Mox?"

Small but identifiable and his head shot up instantly, eyes wide with astonishment as he blinked into the night.

"What the fuck?"

A brown haired girl – kinda short for her seven years and skinny as a rake but still cute as hell – stood in front of them, hugging the wall anxiously and grinding the toe of her sneaker into the dirt. Her straight long locks fell down around her shoulders but was fluffing slightly in the gradually swelling breeze. Her coat was oversized in the expectation she'd grow into it but mostly it just swamped her, reaching right down to her knees. There was a face peeking out from one of the pockets. That of a well-loved and threadbare stuffed cat. Mox knew it instantly, he knew the girl instantly and he pushed away from his hook-up in dumbfounded confusion as the blonde lush frowned and sagged against the wall,

"Who's that? You got a god damn kid or something?"

Mox ignored her,

"Katie? What the hell?"

Crossing the distance between himself and the youngster, Mox dropped into a baffled semi-crouch, blue eyes scanning the identically coloured irises as he gripped her elbows lightly and anchored her in place.

"Mox, I – I – ,"

"What are you doin' here? How d'ya even get way out here on your own?"

Her tiny body trembled in response to him and she sucked in a wobbly, edge-of-tears breath. The noise set alarm bells ringing in Moxley's brainstem and he narrowed his gaze at her,

"Squeaker, y'okay?"

Unfortunately however she didn't get to answer him as the ring rat unceremoniously pushed off from the brick, sauntering over and draping arms around Moxley like she thought the pint-sized newcomer was something of a threat.

"Babe? Who's this?"

Mox snorted roughly.

Babe now was it? Holy fucking shit.

Maybe it was a good thing that Katie had interrupted them, because while Mox did crazy he did not do insecure and his potential bed buddy was already grating on what was getting dangerously close to his last nerve. Raising his shoulders he quickly shrugged her off again, growling a little,

"She's my sister."

"She's what?"

Without either the wall or his body to lean on, the woman was starting to wobble about, suddenly pitching sideways without any warning and only just managing to right herself in time. Evidently she thought the near-miss was pretty funny, because as soon as she was balanced she let out a laugh, cackling into the night air like a werewolf and making Katie's worried little eyes grow wide. Mox shook his little sister gently, drawing her attention and pawing roughly through her hair,

"I said what the hell are you doin' way out here? Please say you didn't fuckin' walk it on your own?"

The sneaker toe dug into the dirt again stubbornly and Katie's brow drew in as she quickly dropped her gaze, not wanting to meet her older brother's eyeline as he glared across expectantly,

"Um, kinda I guess. But – but I really needed to find you."

Mox blinked,

"So what you're sayin' is you walked here in the dark? God damn it Squeaker. Y'know that's fuckin' nuts right? You have any idea what might 'a happened to you? Any idea how many assholes there are hangin' 'round out there just waitin' for some kid to come along? Fuck."

Reaching out instinctively he pulled his sister close to him, throwing arms around her clumsy but warm. The tiny little frame leant into him gladly and he could feel her fingers fist tight hands into his shirt.

"M' sorry Mox."

Mox.

His nickname.

The one she'd picked up on when she'd still been in diapers and had faithfully stuck to over the years. He was Mox and she was Squeaker. Cutesy little nicknames were just kinda their thing.

"S' alright Squeaks, no harm done, huh? Just promise me you'll never pull this kinda shit again?"

Releasing her, Mox watched his sister think about it, almost chewing her bottom lip in half. Using his thumb he tweaked it out gently, not wanting her to bloody herself on his account. Clearly there was something much more going on with her, well obviously if she'd hot footed it all the way out there. To the crappy warehouse she knew her older brother wrestled in whenever his crazy gig swung into town.

"I just – I just needed to find you."

The blue eyes that swung up to him almost broke his heart. They were wide and tearful and so damn beseeching but they were also familiar and suddenly he knew why.

"How long's she been gone this time?"

Katie faltered,

"Two days."

Mox rocked back onto his heels in frustration.

Two days that poor excuse of a woman had left a seven year old girl all alone? His fists clenched up on furious instinct but he fought down the urge to turn round and punch the wall, knowing that it would probably frighten her and figuring that the kid had been freaked out enough. What she needed was someone calm and stable but in lieu of that, he guessed he would have to do and so offering his hand out he took her little fingers and tugged at them slightly,

"C'mon Squeaker, let's getcha home."

The woman that Mox had been very briefly groping was still stood behind him looking forlorn but as her conquest moved off, she grabbed his arm desperately and dragged him to a halt,

"Um, excuse me? We were doing something."

Mox shrugged,

"Sorry Sweet Cheeks, catch ya next time?"

The woman blinked swiftly – like she was going to contest it – then without warning, turned around and threw up. Wow. What a romantic encounter that would have been. Still, it gave them a sudden opening to get out of there and so Mox turned and led his sister past the vomit, ignoring the groans of alcohol poisoning and the wafting smell of liquor and an unhealthy life.

"Is she – ," Katie started uncertainly, "She okay Mox?"

His answer was a snort-grunt,

"Probably not."

"I think she maybe needs to go see a doctor."

"I think she maybe needs to go see a shrink."

Katie frowned at him in puzzlement,

"What's a shrink do?"

"That's a doctor that mends people's heads."

His sister frowned as she processed the factoid, then nodded slowly to show she understood.

They were halfway across the dark and half-filled parking lot when she spoke up again, her voice sounding small but cheery in the lamplight as she giggled a little,

"Mox? Your flies are still undone."

Fuck.

So? Thoughts?