The talk with Hunter and Stephanie went better than Dean expected. Apparently, they wanted to have Rybaxel get the win in order to continue the feud between the teams and eventually set up a feud and four way match for Axel's Intercontinental Championship belt. After telling Roman that news and pumped he decided to go to the gym at the hotel to clear his thoughts. It was well past two AM and he hoped everyone was still asleep so he could have the gym to himself before he showered and had to be up in less than four hours.

Only I get this wired hours after a match.

Dean was in his thoughts about his future with the WWE as he opened the door and didn't hear the sound of the treadmill going.

"Who's there?" He heard a woman's voice call to him and he would know her voice anywhere.

Well fuck.

"Me." Dean waved not even looking up to acknowledge her.

Naomi looked to her right past the other gym equipment and after hearing the gruff "me" she already knew who the other person in the gym with her was. She decided she was going to ignore him as she turned up the speed on the treadmill.

Great. Just great. Of all people that could join me in the gym it would be him. Why couldn't it have been Roman or Seth, shit, anyone but him.

Dean took to the punching bag, securing his hands in the glove, and trying not think that the person he was trying to escape from was to the right of him. He took to punching the bag lightly, warming up some then his moves became more forceful.

Naomi turned to look at Dean while he was in the zone.

He's not bad looking, actually kind of cute, shoot, what I mean he's hot in this rugged devil may care way.

Naomi shook her head "What the hell Naomi?" she said out loud to herself. After wiping the machine down she took a gulp of water and moved closer to the bench press machine, after adding one hundred and twenty pounds she laid back and started going at it.

Unfortunately for Dean the bench press machine was in his line of sight. He kept going at the bag but not as intensely as he stared at her abs and listened to her breathing hard while doing her set. In an attempt to silence his thoughts he went back to the punching bag.

Meanwhile, Naomi put the bar back and sat up breathing hard and at the same time Dean looked at her.

Damn.

She was wearing a sports bra that had sweat dripping into her nice size cleavage and the water she drank from began to drip down her mouth. She noticed his eyes on her as he punched the bag and wasn't going to lose this time around when it came to him.

"So Dean, wanna finish that conversation we had? What the fuck is your problem with me?" She stood up while walking towards him; his eyes started to travel over her body, her abs contorting still as she tried to get her breathing back in check.

"Seriously. If I did something to offend you just let me know."

Dean continued to ignore her words, focusing intently on the task at hand and not wanting to let her distract him.

"What? You scared of me Ambrose?" Naomi smirked and crossed her arms tilting her head to side in a mocking way. "You think I bite?"

Dean finally stopped punching the bag and looked at her chuckling and slightly out of breath.

"Little girl, I'm the one you should be afraid of."

Naomi scoffed "Scared of you? What are you going to do? Huh?"

She started to circle around him slowly, mockingly. "Wanna duke it out?"

Dean whom was always on guard took a step closer to see if she would move back and she stayed in place.

"I don't fight girls, Naomi" saying her name haughtily.

Naomi took a step closer so they were nose to nose inhaling each other's scent, she could feel the sweat on him and he could feel the sweat on her.

"I just want to know why you act like you can't stand to be around me?"

Naomi wasn't dense and decided to take her finger and slowly run it up his arm. She moved closer "tell me Dean…" her voice at a whisper "what is it about me that makes you run the other way?" She took the finger with sweat and slowly sucked it into her mouth, watching his face the entire time.

Dean at this point was immobile just watching her finger dart in and out her mouth before pushing her away.

"What the fuck was that?!" Dean felt a shiver and he knew it wasn't from the sudden chill. Seeing her suck on her fingers brought him back to the thoughts he was trying to punch out.

Naomi stared at him, shocked by her actions and even more surprised at his reaction.

"I thought—I just—"

"You what?" Dean smirked the ball firmly back in his court. "You thought I don't like you because I'm attracted to you?" He moved slowly on her and he could see her false bravado she had melting away. "You think that I want you and that's why I don't want to be around you? Is that what you think?" His mouth moved closer to her ear and took a nibble "Is this what you think I want Naomi?"

Naomi closed her eyes and ignored the warmth that spread as he slowly bit her ear but she wasn't going to lose at this game. Is that what this is, her thoughts were telling her to look up as she felt the heat from his body move away from her

"I didn't think that Ambrose but with this little action you just did, my point is proven."

Naomi walked away from him swaying her hips and bending over slowly to pick up her water bottle, giving Dean a nice view of her ass.

"See you around Ambrose."

Naomi walked out the gym to head back to the room she shared with her boyfriend, they both had the same thought in their head.

Well fuck.

A/N: I didn't think I would get another chapter out same day but this is what popped into my head as I was watching Smackdown so decided to go with it.

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