Every night for the last week I'd had the same dream; and every night I thought for sure that the dream would end differently. I went to bed hoping that the person who would walk into that hotel bedroom would be Michael; but each night was exactly the same, Dean naked with the Intercontinental Title belt on. If it were just affecting my sleep habits at night it would be one thing; but it was starting to crossover into my daytime as well. I would be working away and Michael being sweet would surprise me with a cup of coffee or maybe even just sneak up behind me to give me a hug and I would jump. The first morning it happened; I nearly spilt a coffee down the front of him, he surprised me and my arm jerked. The next time he came up behind me and put his arm around me and I screamed. It was starting to cause a strain and I knew I was the one causing it. It was Monday; we headed off to lunch together, I thought it was time to talk to him. I was surprised when he beat me to it. "Iris, I'm starting to feel like I'm losing you and I don't know how to get you back. I thought things were really going well, I've fallen in love with you. What can I do to make things better?" He asked me. He was taking the entire problem on himself; which made me feel even guiltier.
"Michael; I'm so sorry, you aren't the problem I am. When we met; I was getting over a bad experience with relationships, I thought I could just glide into a relationship with you and everything would magically get better. Instead, I have been keeping you as close as I can and at the same time keep you at a distance. I really like you a lot Michael; I'd like a chance to make it up to you if you'd give me a second chance." I said, trying not to get teary-eyed.
He reached out for my hand and held it, "I had a feeling that maybe you had been in a bad relationship; but I didn't want to pry. You should have said something; maybe I could have helped more. How about this; we start over, we be honest and open with each other. You can take the lead and we can go as fast or slow as you want." He smiled and kissed my hand.
"Thank you; I'd like that. Thanks for giving me a second chance. Do you have plans tonight?" I wanted to make an effort with Michael. Normally I wouldn't make plans on a Monday; I would be watching RAW, by myself.
"Not yet, what did you have in mind?" He grinned.
"Well, I thought maybe I could cook dinner and then on Monday nights I usually watch WWE professional wrestling; do you think you'd like to stay after dinner and watch it with me?" I held my breath while waiting for him to answer.
"I never would have guessed you were into wrestling. I've never watched, so you'll have to constantly explain what's going on to me; but it sounds like a fun evening. Can I bring anything?" Michael smiled at me and gave my hand a squeeze.
"No, just yourself; let's say 6pm for dinner?" I smiled back at him. He agreed and before we headed back to work we shared a hug. I was feeling better now that we had talked and I was able to get through the rest of the day without having a nervous breakdown. I made a run to the grocery store and picked up the ingredients I would need to make dinner. I decided on an Italian pasta bake with garlic bread. I picked out a nice red wine to go with our meal and headed to my apartment in order to start cooking. It was timed perfectly; once the knock on my door came, everything was ready to come out of the oven. I let Michael in and took his coat from him; then showed him to my dinner table, which I had managed to get set while the food was cooking. I pulled the food out and put everything on the table; joining Michael there.
"The food smells amazing! I would have been happy if you had cooked a frozen pizza for me; so this is a real treat, thank you Iris." He grinned. I couldn't help but blush as I served our food. Michael helped by pouring the red wine. "So what got you into watching professional wrestling?"
"You know Angie, the secretary? She is a huge fan and she got me hooked on it." I chuckled.
"Have you ever been to see it live?" Michael asked me, I enjoyed the fact he seemed interested in what I enjoyed.
"I've been to a few live shows; nothing big, they were house shows. Which means they weren't filming it for their TV programs; I've never been to a pay-per-view event, maybe some time." I smiled. We continued to chat and things started to go back to feeling like it had been. After we were finished eating he even helped me wash the dishes; despite the fact I told him he was a guest and didn't need to do that. We each grabbed our glasses of wine and moved into the living room; I got nervous, it was the first time I had shared the one piece of Dean I held on to. I couldn't tell him about that part of it; but felt like letting him in to this part of my life was a positive change. We sat on the couch next to each other and started watching RAW. I laughed a lot while trying to explain all the storylines that were going on. Michael lifted my legs up and put them across his lap and I found myself getting comfortable. Bad News Barrett came out and was complaining yet again about his title being stolen. I started to explain what was happening to Michael when Dean's music hit; I held my breath for a few minutes. I put my head back into the evening with Michael; I explained who Dean was and what he had done.
"So he stole this other guy's title? Why?" Michael asked me.
"Well Barrett hasn't been defending his title, and Dean feels that he would be a better champion and would make the title special again." It didn't even don on me that I had used Wade's last name but referred to Dean as Dean.
"So, I take it he was the bad relationship?" Michael looked over at me and I could feel myself cringe.
"Yes, he was. I'm not ready to talk about what happened yet, I'm sorry." I looked over at him, wondering if this is what would cause him to call it quits.
"That's ok, Iris. When you're ready you will talk about it. I'm glad you shared with me that it was him; it means a lot that you were honest about it. I can see why you were attracted to him; he's a good looking guy, it's too bad he didn't treat you better." I put my legs down off his lap and kissed him. I stopped paying attention to RAW all together as Michael and I made out. I made the first move and straddled his lap, deepening our kiss. We didn't pull away from each other until we were both gasping for air. Michael stood up taking me with him; I wrapped my legs around his waist and directed him to my bedroom. This would be the first time I had sex with anyone since Dean. We undressed each other very quickly. Michael took his time kissing, caressing and teasing me; until I just couldn't take it anymore. I begged him to fuck me. As he kissed me deeply, I felt him push into me; it made me moan. He started a slow, passionate pace; kissing my neck and breasts as his cock stroked inside me. The pace continued at the same speed; but I longed for the way Dean fucked me. "Oh god Michael; you feel so good, please baby harder!" I moaned out, hoping to get what I needed.
"Mmmm…Iris, you're so beautiful; your body is amazing." He responded, but still the pace stayed slow; I thrust up at him hard thinking that it would demonstrate what I wanted. He still kept the pace the same, I was desperate; finding it hard to keep up my excitement. Michael wanted to make love; I wanted to fuck and the difference wasn't working. I took control again and rolled us over so that I was on top. I was determined to get what I needed. I started to ride him; I was building a faster rhythm which was building the fire back up within me. That was until Michael took ahold of my hips and slowed me down. "No need to rush things, we have plenty of time beautiful." Michael whispered to me. I wanted to cry in frustration. I relaxed my body; hoping that I could get into this pace myself. Michael's breathing started becoming shallower, until he was panting. I knew he was close, I could feel his cock throbbing inside my tunnel. I wasn't anywhere close. He cried out my name as he released into me; he continued to stroke, murmuring encouragements to me to join him. I knew it wasn't going to happen; so I faked my orgasm, apparently I did a good job of it because he kissed me deeply and pulled out of my pussy. Michael pulled me close, kissed my cheek and moments later I was listening to his soft snore. I wanted to scream; my body cried for a release. I ended up bringing myself to my orgasm quietly while lying next to him.
The next morning we kissed one another and headed off to work. I felt awful; worn out and it wasn't in a good way. I wondered if maybe this was a one-time thing, maybe he was nervous or truly thought he was being sweet and loving to me. In truth he was; but there was intensity and an excitement that wasn't there, I missed it. I thought I should give him another chance; so several weeks later after another wonderful date, we tried again. This time was more direct about it; I told him I wanted to try being a little more forceful. This time started out better; we seemed to be on the same page, but just as I was almost there he slowed down the pace. Again that evening I faked an orgasm before sneaking off to my bathroom to get myself off. I sat in there for quite a while, I knew I wasn't happy. As sweet and wonderful as Michael was; as much as I enjoyed our nights out and how well he treated me, I knew I needed to end it. The next morning over breakfast; I broke things off. He was a gentleman about it; though I could tell he was very disappointed. He kissed my cheek, wished me happiness and told me if I changed my mind he would be there. Michael left and I sat on my couch; pulling my tablet out, it took no time at all to find out what I needed to know. I called Miranda and asked if there was any way I could take some time off. She sweetly asked me if everything was ok; and I said things were fine; I just needed some time away. She granted me a few weeks of vacation; since I hardly ever asked for time and I started packing.
I arrived in Charlotte, NC later that evening. I called the one person I thought might know where I could find who I was looking for. "Roman? Yes; it's me Iris, no I'm good thanks. Do you happen to know where Dean is?" I waited for him to respond and prayed that he would tell me.
"As a matter of fact baby girl; a bunch of us are at a club. Are you in Charlotte?" He asked sounding a bit surprised.
"Yes. Roman I need to see him; which club are you at?" Roman proceeded to tell me which club and say that he looked forward to seeing me again. If I didn't know any better; I would have sworn I could hear a smile in his voice. "Thanks; please don't tell him I'm coming." He quickly agreed. I hailed a taxi and headed for the club. When I arrived, the doorman let me right in; not that he would have been able to stop me. I was on a mission. The club was packed; but I just kept looking, then I spotted him. He was on the dance floor with some brunette, she was facing the direction I was headed. The poor woman never saw it coming when I jerked her away from him and screamed for her to get lost. I apparently must have looked a bit insane; because the woman put her hands up in the air and left the area. When I turned around Dean was just standing there; looking at me with the biggest grin.
"Angel; you just scared my date off. I hope you have a good explanation for that." He tried to look angry; but I knew in my heart he wasn't angry at all. I didn't say anything at all; just walked over and kissed him deeply. Seconds later; I felt his hands wrap in my hair as he pulled me closer. Dean pulled away; looking me in the eye. "We need to talk, come on." He took my hand and I followed him to the table where Roman and Seth were seated. "Sorry guys; I'm calling it a night and headed back to the hotel." Roman smiled at me and I blushed.
"Hi Roman, Hi Seth; see you later maybe." I said shrugging as I followed Dean again when he walked off. We got into his rental truck and drove as fast as legally possible back to the hotel the WWE had taken over. We managed to get through the lobby; but the second the door to the elevator closed, Dean backed me against the wall and kissed me. His tongue probing at my bottom lip trying to gain access to my mouth; which I granted after a few minutes. Miraculously, by the time the door opened on his floor we were separated; I was especially grateful since there were people waiting to take the elevator down. We arrived at the door to the suite he was sharing with Roman and Seth and he managed to simultaneously slide the key in the lock and push me inside the room. He backed me against the wall just inside the suite and kissed me hard again; before pulling away.
"You and I do need to talk before anything else, Angel. There is no way I'm touching you again, until we do; got it?" He asked. I nodded in agreement; I completely understood his concern and what he was saying. After all; I could get him going and then call the cops on him, I had granted him a reprieve before. I couldn't blame him for being cautious. He led me over to the couch; and sat down with me in his lap. "What are you doing here Angel?"
I wasn't sure how to start; I wanted to tell him that I needed him and wanted him desperately, I wanted to tell him that my life wasn't the same without him. I also wanted to make it clear that what happened that night wouldn't be forgiven again. "I missed you. I'll admit that. I tried so hard to move on with someone else; but as good as he was to me, he couldn't understand what I needed. I will admit that to you right now; however, if that night ever happens again or worse you will never see me again, even if it means I'm alone until the day I die! You said you were sorry for that night and that it would never happen again; prove it! Prove to me that you meant it; that I can trust you, because honestly I do have someone who will take me back if you screw up. Please…don't screw up!" I said to him. I watched his face go from concerned that this might be a trap; to realizing that I was giving him the second chance he had asked for almost 4 months ago. His face softened, he reached his hand up and stroked my cheek softly.
"Iris; do you have any idea how losing you affected me? I lost match, after match, after match and that was due to the fact I knew how much I had hurt you. I loved you. I still love you; I prayed every day that you would come back and I could correct that wrong. I promised you once before that I would never hurt you; that I would be the best thing to ever happen to you. I screwed up; and since then, I have lived with the consequences of my actions. When I showed up at your doorstep months ago; I truly thought you would just forgive me and that it would be over. That wasn't the case at all; you stood up to me, as much as you may have wanted to forgive me and let me back in; you stuck to your beliefs. I don't know that if you took me back that night that things would have been ok after that; I couldn't have promised to treat you better that night and been honest. When you sent me away that night; I realized just how badly I had fucked things up. You're the most forgiving person I have ever met; and for you to send me away, that was a slap in the face for me. You are giving me a second chance? Really?" He asked me.
"I am; but this is it, beyond this we're over unless you change." I responded, but looked sternly at him.
Dean grinned at me; hoisting me up with him off the couch. "I'll earn it Angel!" He looked me in the eye; but we didn't move from our spot on the floor. "If I told you how badly I needed you right now; would that be inappropriate?" He asked, feeling me out.
"It would be absolutely inappropriate; but if you don't, I may internally combust!" I said with a smile.
