I don't own anything but my character Brit Ryan. Enjoy ;)

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Brit moaned as her body crashed against the hotel room wall, a loud thud echoing throughout the empty room. Lips caught hers in a kiss that left her breathless. Rough hands found the skin underneath her shirt making her inhale sharply as they trailed up and down her sides. His lips pressed against the soft skin of her neck as his busy hands unclipped the back of her bra with ease.

His tongue glided up her neck and she moaned loudly in time for his lips to meet hers again.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pushed her atop the wall, making her wrap her legs around his waist. They swayed for a moment, caught up in a deep kiss that made him groan within his throat as she bit his lip.

He didn't know how he managed but soon had the beauty sprawled on the bed, waiting and wanting. He stared down at her, a lustful smirk planted on his face as he peeled his shirt from his body. His hands fumbled with the belt buckle secured to his jeans, swearing under his breath as it proved difficult.

She watched intently, her blue and blonde hair a mess as it hid most of her face. Bending down, he swiped at her hair and engulfed her lips with his yet again.

As he hovered over her, his hands tugged at her jeans desperately wanting the damn things off. "Dean," she moaned, thrusting her hips into his as he planted another kiss upon her ruby lips.

Brit's eyes widened from her sleepy state as she sat up in a cool thin layer of sweat. "What the fuck," she mumbled quietly. Even in her dreams she couldn't resist him. She breathed heavily, trying to make out her surroundings in the darkened room as she mentally recovered from the mind fuck that was her dream. Glancing at the red numbers beaming from the clock radio, "3:00 am?" she groaned in frustration.

She heard Dean in the bed beside her, occasionally grumbling incoherent gibberish in his sleep. She was so used to it that not once did it bother her. Falling back into the sea of sheets that was her bed, she grabbed for her cell phone on the night stand desperate for a distraction. Flipping through her unanswered text messages, she came across one sent from Seth before she fell asleep a few hours ago.

Hope you made it to Jersey safely. Text me in the morning. Wanna know if you want to meet up for a work out and lunch before PPV. Night sweetheart.

She typed back a message, not really expecting a reply at this time.

Of course I would. Sorry for the super late text... I'll make it up to you, she typed back, feeling a cheeky grin pull at her lips.

Her phone vibrated loudly, indicating a text back. She grabbed her phone quickly in case Dean awoke and swiped at the screen to the message Seth had sent.

Oh yeah? Sounds like a pretty sweet deal. But I've been up for awhile now. The hotel fucked up and now I'm stuck in a small room with Paige and Roman in the bed beside me, she read.

Brit felt so bad for him.

Front row for the show I see... She sent back.

They won't stop... I swear, they don't realize I'm right beside them.

Oh God... Seth, hop on a plane and get your ass to Jersey cause Raige is going all night long. Come bunk with me. As you know, I'm awesome to cuddle with.

That's all I've been thinking about actually. Missing you.

Oh really... Well we'll have to make up for that Sunday after we kick ass.

Looking forward to it baby.

X

It was pissing rain in Jersey, which woke an irate Dean from his peaceful slumber just moments ago.

Now he stood in front of Brit as she lay tangled in the sheets. She wore next to nothing as she slept, her leg bent over the blanket so he could see the curve of her underwear clad ass.

His eyes scanned the rest of her torso, taking in the curves of her body that were exposed by her bunched t-shirt around her waist. His eyes soon fell to the small heart tattoo on her hip, forgetting it ever graced her luscious skin.

"Fuck," he mumbled quietly, unable to take his eyes off her. "Am I fucking crazy?" he asked himself, thinking he was for giving that hot piece of ass up.

He ran his hands through his messy hair, ruffling his sandy locks as he cleared his throat.

"Wake up sleeping beauty," he said, watching as she began to stir. Her body arched so beautifully that Dean had to look away, occupying himself with something else before Brit noticed how excited he was.

"What time is it?" Her groggy voice asked as she swept her hand over her eyes.

"Eight. I'm hungry so get up. I'm not eating alone," he ordered, flipping through a newspaper he cared nothing about.

Brit huffed, untangling herself from the sheets. "Bossy, aren't we? Maybe you should ask me nicely, Dean," she teased.

He turned his head, a cocky grin pulling at his lips. "Britney, can you please get your ass up so we can go and fucking eat?"

She groaned, throwing the sheets off her body. Climbing out of bed she grabbed some clothes on her way to the bathroom, walking past Dean as he glanced at her backside one last time.

"Nice Ambrose."

He heard the water turn on, hitting against the porcelain of the tub with force. It took every ounce of strength to keep from barging in and pressing her against that shower, having his way with her like he'd envisioned.

She drove him crazy, she drove him mad. The fact that they broke up and now her and Seth, his best friend, had something going on didn't seem to halt the way he thought.

"I am fucking crazy," he mumbled.

She returned to the room moments later, freshly showered and changed into a pair of ripped black jeans and white t-shirt that exposed just enough midriff. Grabbing her purse and throwing on her shoes, the two left the room in silence as they headed towards the parking lot.

The sky was gloomy, so dark like the hours of the night. Rain poured from the sky like buckets. Brit and Dean ran to the car in a flash, opening the doors quickly and jumping in.

"Fucking perfect," Brit muttered, running her hands through her now soaked hair. So much for that shower, she thought.

Dean glanced over to where she sat, trying his hardest not to stare at her wet body. Her white t shirt was completely see through, baring the outline of her black lacy bra. Her wet, golden skin glistened and he wondered how much longer he could control himself.

"Here," he said through clouded thoughts, rummaging in the backseat in search of his sweater he left the night before.

She took it willingly, breathing a "thank you" in return.

Dean cleared his throat, trying to suppress his animalistic urges. He stuck the keys into the ignition and soon had them on the road, in search of breakfast.

"I don't even know where the fuck I'm going," he mumbled.

"You still have that Yelp app?" Brit asked, pulling her hair into a ponytail.

Dean nodded, handing her his phone. She swiped at his phone only to unlock what he was looking at previously.

"Oh, nice," Brit muttered, rolling her eyes at the sight emanating from the screen.

Staring back at her was a picture of a completely nude Summer, puckering her lips and staring with that 'fuck me' face.

"What, those are some classy photos right there."

Brit snorted. "Oh yeah... Because classy is exactly what she is."

Dean chuckled. "Flexible is what she is... But nothing like you."

She rolled her eyes as she swiped at the screen, only to have her bikini picture pop up.

"You kept this?" Brit asked, raising her eyebrow in his direction. He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, bobbing his head as they pulled up to a red light.

He nodded his head. "Of course I did."

"Why?"

He exhaled sharply, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently. "You know why."

"I don't... That's why I'm asking you, Dean."

He glanced at her with dark eyes peering through his damp sandy hair. His expression was nonexistent as he licked his lips. "You know why."

X

"Coming out to eat with us?"

Seth shook his head, covering his mouth as he yawned. Himself, Paige and Roman walked through the hall from the exercise room and into the elevator.

"No, I'm good," he answered, "After last night I need all the sleep I can get..." They had a flight early the next morning to New York, and he desperately wanted sleep before seeing Brit.

"Yeah, you were on your phone like all night. Who were you texting?" Paige asked as she jumped on Roman's back like a monkey. She was completely oblivious that Seth hadn't slept because of them.

"Out of the entire night, that's what you noticed?" Seth laughed.

"Who were you texting, Seth," Paige teased, poking at his side in hopes of getting an answer.

"Alright, alright... I was talking to Britney."

"Ouuuu," Paige sang.

"You guys dating, man?" Roman asked, holding on tight to Paige's legs as the elevator doors opened with a ring.

Seth shrugged, unsure how to answer. It wasn't official, but it sure as hell felt like it.

"I don't know man... I guess we're kinda taking things slow."

So you're not at all worried about her and Ambrose together for the weekend?"

"No, honestly I'm not." Seth answered, confidently. "I trust her."

"But they're sharing a room and everything man."

"Doesn't bother me."

"Really?"

"Yeah... I'm cool with it. I just wanna see her, really."

"Aww," Paige gushed, watching as Seth no longer hid the grin pulling at his lips. "You're so cute Sethy."

They walked into their room, Seth immediately falling back onto his bed and Paige and Roman heading straight for the shower, locking the door. Seth groaned, unable to bare the two any longer. Reaching for his phone, he stared at the picture of her he set as his background so entranced by the beauty he wanted to call his girlfriend.