I know. No excuse. All I can say is I lost my mojo for these two and am trying to get it back. Please bare with me. Please? I know this um..this isn't the greatest but I'm updating! Hope y'all are still with me. And *coughs awkardly* ignore my dorky taste in music. Yes I am a musical geek. lol
(Getting to know you, getting to know all about you...Getting to like you, getting to hope you like me...Getting to know you, putting it my way...But nicely...You are precisely...My cup of tea...Getting to know you...Getting to feel free and easy...When I am with you...Getting to know what to say...Haven't you noticed...Suddenly I'm bright and breezy...Because of all the beautiful and new...Things I'm learning about you...Day by day - Getting to Know You by Oscar Hammerstein II / Richard Rodgers ft Julie Andrews)
"Color?"
"Orange."
"Really? Not blue or pink or some shit?"
"No, orange. How about you?"
"Purple or black...hadn't really thought about it."
"How have you never thought of your favorite color, Dean?"
"Dunno. Just haven't. Ok, favorite flavor of ice cream."
"Vanilla."
"Really, Bambi? That's pretty fucking boring. No chocolate or strawberry? Just plain vanilla?"
"What? It's good," Miranda laughed. "What's your favorite ice cream flavor?"
Dean scoffed. "Ha! Favorite?"
Miranda laughed again. "Okie doke. Fair enough. Um...favorite comfort food?"
"Really? Do you not...you'd think I wasn't your favorite or something," Dean teased.
"Well…" Miranda blushed and shrugged although she knew the superstar couldn't see her. "I had nothing. So what is with the twenty questions Mr. Ambrose? You can't be that interested in me. You nervous about your upcoming match?"
"Ha! We got this shit in the bag. I'm just making conversation. Haven't seen you in a couple of days...busy rest of the week and all. Favorite sexual position," He continued as if they hadn't paused their inquiries of each other.
Miranda sputtered. "Wha...whaaat," She questioned, dragging out the word. "What are you…?"
Dean snickered. "Favorite. Sexual. Postion. Not that hard to understand doll. What position am I gonna have you lying in when I take that delicious pussy of yours?"
"I...uh...I…"
Dean grinned and held the phone up to his ear as he finished pulling up his boots eagerly awaiting the woman's answer. He offered no help just a deep chuckle and Miranda went silent.
"Dean…" She groaned.
"Giving me a preview of the noises you'll be making as I pound deep," He quipped.
"Dean, stop it," She said lowly.
"Why? Is this...bugging you?"
"No," Miranda lied quickly.
Truthfully it was making her squirm in place as thoughts of Dean and her rolling around flashed through her mind.
After a moment Dean sighed dramatically.
"Fine...um...ethnicity?"
"Ethnicity? Such an interesting way to put it," Miranda now teased Dean, making him pause in putting his stuff away.
"Well yeah. I'm not a complete dick. I figured asking what are you would be considered rude."
If Miranda wasn't mistaken Dean sounded a little nervous.
"Chill, Tiger. I'm just messing with ya," She laughed.
She could picture him pacing as he ran his fingers through his hair, maybe biting at a thumbnail…
"My mom is Indian, not Native-American but India Indian and my dad was African-American."
Dean opened his mouth to question about the past tense in her sentence but looked up as the locker room door opened, signalling his brother and tag team partner for the night. He was tapping at his wrist.
Dean made a face.
"Shit. I gotta go, Bambi. Gotta prep, Rome's calling and all." He rolled his eyes playfully.
"Roman? Ooh! Tell him I say hi!"
"Will do. And don't think I've forgotten about that other question."
Miranda huffed playfully. "Bye Dean," She sang out. "I'll be watching, so do me good."
Dean had to suppress a growl as he hung up with Miranda.
She had worded that shit like that on purpose, knowing damn well that was not how the saying went. Little tease.
He hopped up with a slap to his thighs and gave Roman a grin. "Let's do this!"
Half an hour later or so and Miranda was happily seated on her couch. Phone beside her, bowl of popcorn in lap as she watched the girls kick ass. This was a pretty good match if she did say so herself. Charlotte and Nikki were really taking it to each other. It ended with a new divas champ and although she was bummed, Miranda had enjoyed that physical bout a whole bunch.
Kevin Owens was up in an interview so she decided to get a drink and another slice of pizza to add to her growing pile of junk food. There were gummy bears, chips, a brownie and the popcorn she held.
It was safe to say PPVs were her unhealthy day.
She was just plopping onto the couch when her phone dinged with a text. Biting her brownie after settling, she scrolled through her phone to open her messages.
It wasn't Dean, that much she knew...He had to let her go not too long ago. So unless it was work related she really didn't know…
Chanel: Hey girlie! Long time no hear! I know it's been an age since we've last spoke...But hey! I have some news I'm just dying to share and we seriously need to catch up. This past year has been hell without my friend. Give me a ring or drop me a word soon. I miss and love you!
A minute passed as Miranda stared at her phone in shock. And then another, and another.
Without thinking she pushed on the name in her messages and the familiar ringing hit her ears.
A couple in and she almost lost her nerve, nearly pushing the red button to end the call when a familiar yet unfamiliar voice greeted her.
"Miranda, hey," The other person breathed. "I wasn't expecting to hear from you so soon...if at all." A nervous chuckle followed and Miranda felt her mouth get dry, her insides turn.
This wasn't right.
She couldn't do this.
It had been way too long...too much distance.
"I'm sorry," She whispered. She barely heard the other person rush to stop her.
"Miranda wait!"
But it was too late.
Sliding the bowl of popcorn over while picking up the remote to the tv, she tried drowning out the thoughts in her head.
She didn't need this right now. Everything was good. She didn't need the past coming up to smack her in the face.
Really didn't.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where are you heading off to so fast," Dean asked his friend as he watched him snatch up his bag and nearly barrel out the door looking to end their night here abruptly.
"Nowhere," Roman lied. "Just ready to eat and get some sleep."
"How about a nightcap," Dean suggested.
Roman grit his teeth before turning to face Dean. "Uh...Rain check, maybe?"
Dean squinted, studying his friend for a long moment. He was acting funny. And it wasn't the first time this past week.
It was almost like he was hiding something. There was the constant scrolling on his phone, the occasional phone call and frustrated hang up. He'd be in a mood but quickly shake it off in time for his match or if his little girl called. Roman was always excited when Jojo called him.
He hadn't been short with him but there were times Dean felt his friend was a man on a mission and if you got in his way…
Question was, what mission? What was this mission about?
"Everything alright?"
Roman's features softened as he looked at his best friend in confusion.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't they be?"
"I dunno...you're just bouncing quickly," Dean responded with a shrug.
Roman chuckled a bit. "Ok, lets not say that again. But uh..not much is going on over here. Just tired ya know?"
Dean slowly nodded, his narrowed gaze not letting up. "Well...catch you in the morning then?
"You know it."
A fist bump was exchanged before Roman quickly fled the room.
Dean worked on undressing and hopping into a quick shower. He figured a bite to eat after and the five hour drive or so to the next city before bed would do him good. Sometimes after an important event he was far too pumped to just shower and crash.
Tonight was one of those nights.
He wished he had a more productive way to release some of this energy. Like say, a certain doe eyed, brunette back home. But...for now, this would do.
Just the thought of that woman….
His cock reached half mast in no time as he pictured her in his mind.
Her smooth skin, those gorgeous eyes, a little over a handful of boobs he'd love to play with more, her huge ass ...but most importantly that tight, little, delectable pussy of hers.
Shit...
Dean reached down, pushing at his fully erect dick and groaned.
He really needed to stop this obsessing.
That or fuck her senseless next time he saw her.
Yeah that sounded much better. Fuck her senseless it was.
Switching on the shower water, Dean tapped his foot on the tile contemplating ringing up the brunette but a brief glance at the time made him grimace and he sighed. It was late. He knew she had work in the morning.
She had work but….
She was always up late.
Before he could question himself Dean stalked over to his bag snatching out his phone and quickly scrolled through, punching at the screen with a finger...only, he hesitated.
What was he going to say? What was he going to do?
The steam filtered out around him as he stood there, naked and confused only to come up with a brilliant idea. One that was sure to get the lovely brunette all riled up tonight. That or she'd laugh at him...let's hope she didn't laugh at him.
Turning the small contraption in his hands, Dean worked himself back up to a desirable hardness, attempting to snap a pic of himself afterwards.
Studying it, he bit at the inside of his lip and shook his head. Nope. Wouldn't do.
After another three pics or so, the copper blonde decided to hell with it and quickly scrolled for 'Bambi', working at sending his picture with a bit of issues.
It eventually began it's trek to her phone and he moved to walk off.
He had almost left it at that, had turned to head to the showers but quickly rushed back, snatching up the phone.
Dean: Still waiting for that answer, Bambi. Need to know which position I'll be fucking you in as I jack it over here.
He'd give it a few minutes and then he really needed to be showered and on the road.
In no time his phone vibrated in his hand alerting him of a text. He dropped his head to check it out and a cheeky grin overtook his face.
Miranda: Jesus, Dean! Trying to kill a girl over here. Was just sliding into bed when I got your dick pics nearly making me miss the bed.
There was a moment of hesitation on both ends before Miranda decided to hell with it and answered Dean.
Miranda: … … ...Missionary. I like to watch the faces of the ones pounding into me, the sweat dripping down their skin as I kiss their jaw, or the faces they make as they work at me. I love to see the grunts and groans leave their mouth. I enjoy tugging at their hair or running my fingers through it to scratch their scalp...tighten my thighs around their waist, trapping them in...you know, if I'm lucky.
Dean grunted as he gripped his erection tight. Well, if he hadn't been turned on before...that was no problem now.
Dean: Shit, doll. That's definitely how I'm gonna be spending my time between them thighs then. Soon…real soon.
Miranda couldn't help the small whimper at the thought of Dean and her wrapped up in each other. She could just see it now. His pelvis meeting her own as she arched up to get close to him, as close as she could while he hammered deep, his hair a glorious mess as she tugged and gripped at the sweaty strands….
Her knees knocked and she let out a loud exhale.
Would he like her on top? Her nails dragging down his chest as she ground against him before starting a slow rock as he held her tight?
Could she get him to lay behind her? Throw a leg over his thigh as he rubbed at her belly, her clit, their eyes locked on each other as he thrust into her slow and deep?
A loud ding interrupted her fantasies of laying with the blonde and she quickly pulled up the message.
Dean: Well, thanks for the info, Bambi. Time for me to rub one out as I think about you... ;)
Another picture hit Miranda's phone before she could respond.
This one left her gasping for air as she took it in, in all it's wonderful, wonderful, glory.
Dean, wet and nude, water droplets running down his skin...the picture showcasing his torso and below, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Miranda had never wanted to touch and lick something as much as she did then. Trace every curve and dip with her tongue…
By the time she had shook herself back into reality she realized a minute or two had passed.
Miranda: Ok. You can not just leave me with that and expect me to sit back and say nothing.
Miranda: So wrong of you. Guess I better break out one of my B.O.B's...that or my fingers. You liked me fingering myself as I can recall, didn't you Tiger?
Miranda: Tiger?
She gave it a couple of minutes before questioning him again.
Miranda: Dean?
When the answer she got in return was nothing but the blackened screen and a drawn out silence she sighed and shifted to settle back against her headboard.
'Ugh. That man. Freakin teases me then leaves me hanging?! I wanted phone sex.! Or some sexting!'
The pout that had found it's way onto her face only grew as she thought about Dean some more, her desire for him only growing.
'And he's gonna be busy the next couple nights…'
She let out an audible huff and crossed her arms.
'Not. Fair.'
Miranda bit at her lip as her eyes scanned the darkness of her darkened room.
"Bedtime," She questioned herself and after some wiggling she slowly slid down in her bed, nodding. "Bedtime."
It was only about 20 minutes or so after and Miranda found herself propped back up in bed, pushing against her soaked panties, clenching her thighs together to try and deter her arousal.
Her intense desire for one Dean Ambrose.
She softly rubbed at herself, trembling in response to her sensitivity. More rubs and eye fluttering and she hastily moved to kick off her covers, twisting her upper body to rifle through her bedside drawer.
Holding up her trusty wand a second later, she grinned.
What better way than an orgasm or two to top off her night.
"So who are the suits," Miranda questioned the next day as she shuffled into work, barely clipping the door.
Charlie looked up from shuffling through his files to stare where she was pointing with her coffee and went to answer but was beat to the punch by Debbie.
"I'm thinking new management." Her face scrunched up in thought as she studied the small group with the other two. "At first I was thinking investors. I dunno, they were here last week while you were out. Pulled a couple people aside, asked some questions...they even have a couple of offices set up around the facility. I'm thinking this is the end," She finished with a dramatic eye roll. "If I were you I'd start looking right now."
Charlie shook his head giving Miranda a look. "Well, all they spoke to me about was my feelings on my job, whether I truly liked it or not, things I would change. They relayed some of the words my patients were saying about me, where I saw myself in five years...nothing to the extent of job searching or this place shutting down. It's probably nothing."
Debbie scoffed and cut her eyes at Charlie before turning her attention back to Miranda. "I'm telling you, keep a look out. This place is going under...just you wait."
The eccentric redhead flounced away and Charlie shook his head again, turning to straighten his folders in hand before giving Miranda a nudge. "Come on, lovely...let's get to work!"
Downing the rest of her coffee, Miranda tossed her cup in the trash can with a small celebration at her landing and went to gather up her own folders, double checking who she'd have on hand today.
"Miss Miranda? Uh...Miranda...Lowell?"
The brunette paused in mid chew of her turkey burger and turned to look behind herself, briefly catching the eye of an immaculately dressed gentleman as he studied a clipboard in his hand.
"Yes…" She slowly nodded, finishing up her bite with a quick gulp. "Can I help you?"
"I'm sorry miss, but I'm afraid you're one of the last few people we have yet to meet with." He quickly shuffled the clipboard under an arm and thrust a hand out expectantly.
Miranda eyed him hesitantly and would have turned to give her coworkers a questioning look but didn't want to appear rude so she quickly took his hand in hers and gave it a firm shake.
"Am I in trouble Mr…."
The man's eyes lit up. "Oh! Dawson. Shawn Dawson. I'm with Abundant Health located on Royal and Markham and…"
Miranda's eyes widened as she allowed her mind to drift from what the guy was telling her to what this company could want her little old workplace and if she was in trouble or not.
"1:30 fine," She heard as she snapped to, only to find a pair of questioning eyes staring down at her.
"Uh…"
Again, she wanted to turn and question the two sitting in front of her but the short, raven haired, man was already taking note of something on his clipboard as if verbal confirmation wasn't truly needed.
"1:30," She repeated hesitantly. A brief smile was thrown her way before the guy in the nice suit spun on his heels and stalked off.
"Thank you Ms. Lowell!"
The clock on the wall tick, tick, ticked loud and ominously as Miranda sat and waited for Shawn or whoever to show up. She had sat in the nice leather seat - since when did they have expensive leather like this? - for all of five minutes before she was up and knocking on the office door which supplied the other company's name. When no answer came she paced for about a minute before slowly turning the knob to step into the office. It had been 1:40.
It was now nearing 2 in a couple of minutes.
Sitting on a considerably cheaper chair, taking in the boxes strewn about and papers scattered in the dusty room, Miranda pursed her hips and huffed.
She checked her watch and sighed. She crossed her legs and swung a foot. 2:05.
She was just hopping up to leave and possibly check back later when the door flew open and a body rushed in startling her back into her seat.
The figure stopped and she recognized the guy from earlier.
"Oh! Ms. Lowell, you're here!"
She would have given him an irritated look but settled for a polite smile instead.
"1:30 right?"
Shawn's face took on a rosy hue as he shuffled further into the room bashfully and rounded the desk to set his bag down, pulling out his chair.
"R-Right. I'm so sorry Ms.-"
"Miranda is fine."
"Very well...Miranda. I trust your work day has been good so far," He questioned.
Miranda smiled. She had Mr. Benson as one of her patients today and she absolutely loved him.
"Yes, pretty good." She swung a leg nervously as he worked on making space on his desk then the trusty notebook was set in front of him. He skimmed it before looking back up at her with another smile.
She swore it was in the company handbook or something.
'Stop it Miranda. He's just being polite. Just ignore Debbie's words. Answer the man's questions and you'll be out in a jiffy to finish your shift.'
"Yes...well...um, as I'm sure you've heard I am just calling you into one of our many offices to inquire about your job. We have recently been in proceedings with Helping Hand for a number of months now and were curious about this business progress and work ethics. Basically any and everything going on around here," He took a pause, taking a small sip of his drink from, Miranda guessed, was his lunch and she slowly nodded. Where was this going? What exactly was going on here?
"I'm curious. You've been here just under 3 years right?" Again with the flipping. "2 and 1/2 to be precise?"
"Yes sir," She answered in confirmation mentally telling herself to stop her leg jiggling.
'This is fine. You're ok. Stop."
"I see here that you transferred from your old job just after a year…"
Miranda raised an eyebrow. Ok. Not really a question but…
"Yes...I'm originally from Maine, born and bred but um...due to personal reasons and just wanting a change of scenery I transferred here," A dark brow raised curiously at that but she continued. "I see you guys have such a wide range of physical therapy business about so with a lot of planning and many, many conversations I picked up and moved here looking to start anew and truly enjoy my life to the fullest. This is just the hustle and bustle I need. The bright lights, the busy city and yes, while I'm a small town girl at heart I truly feel I was destined for more."
It was silent for a moment as Shawn took notes on the paper before him and Miranda had never been so desperate as to know what someone was writing about her. She was just leaning forward when he looked back up, his features again, polite.
"Ok! Very well, Miranda. I have a couple more questions and I figure we can look over your information as I relay your progress here and inquire about what you look forward to in the future."
Miranda gave the man before her a tight smile as once again her leg started to jiggle in front of her.
For some reason this left her with a feeling of dread and she couldn't figure out why.
The end of Miranda's shift rolled around and she barely made it through her door before dropping face down on her couch.
Between her "business meeting" and her last patient Mrs. Tyler she was beat.
She was somehow able to lift minutes later to grab a drink, kick off her shoes and pull off her clothing deciding she might as well warm up some leftover stew while up. Shoot, she really needed to go grocery shopping soon.
It was only in the second hour of Raw when she felt her eyes drift close, the need for sleep winning out over anything else. She was off in lala all too soon, thoughts of a certain blonde and his cute dimpled cheeks invading her mind.
The two days after didn't prove any different as she watched the people from Abundant Health wander about and speak with any and everybody, point things out, take those dreaded notes that all of them seemed to like doing.
The only upside was it was midweek, two more days and she was off for the weekend unless otherwise stated.
She happily hopped out of her car, a bounce in her step, and had just put the key in the lock, concentrating solely on getting inside and relaxing, possibly calling or texting a certain guy when a pair of arms wrapped around her middle.
She nearly flew out of her skin causing the person to laugh, rumbles hitting her back amusingly and she spun ready to tell a person off, hand raised.
"So help me if you don't let me….Dean?!"
Dean couldn't contain the lecherous grin plastered on his face as he studied the woman before him, his grip not loosening. Matter of fact it only seemed to tighten in response.
"What...what are you doing here," Miranda sputtered. "I was just about to text you," She supplied stupidly.
A hand left her waist to brush some hair back over her shoulder. "And hello to you too, Bambi," He retorted with an eyebrow wiggle. She would have rolled her eyes but before she could even blink his lips were on hers rendering her speechless. It didn't take long for his tongue to run across the seam of her lips and she eagerly opened up.
Man, fuck that first kiss. This was where it was at.
The two moved closer together, head's tilting and his other hand slipped to grip a cheek and lift her slightly, only urging her to jump up as he pushed forward and the two hit her door with a thud.
They would have gotten lost in each other - perhaps she had missed him more than she thought and maybe him, her? - but some whistles and giggles from a passing couple had Miranda pulling back quickly. It did nothing but allow Dean to kiss at her neck.
"Shit," She whined a little as she gripped his back. "Dean…"
When he didn't let up she resorted in tugging at the back of his locks and he pulled back with a slight groan.
"Come on doll. I'm getting in my welcome home action. Don't dissapoint me now."
"I'm...I'm not but.." She motioned behind him. An older woman stood stock still and blinked, watching the two in shock.
Dean nodded at her slightly, rubbing over Miranda's cheeks. "Good day."
Miranda finally rolled her eyes.
"Let's get inside you doofus."
She gave the older woman an apologetic smile who surprisingly winked in return.
Dean turned to rasp against her ear. "See? Even she's wanting me to sink in."
Miranda couldn't help it. She laughed. Partly from Dean's silliness but mostly because she was so damn happy to see him. Shaking her head, a smile still gracing her face, she turned to unlock her door and finally pushed it open.
"Get in here," She demanded, turning to reach for him.
His dark gaze rooted her in place right before his body bounced against hers. She gripped at his t-shirt and he lifted her again making a mad dash for her hallway. "Don't mind if I do."
Her butt met her mattress in no time and Dean gripped the back of her head, smashing his lips against hers in another kiss, a harsher meeting of their lips. He jerked back all too soon and snatched at his shirt and she blinked.
"Fuck, Miranda! Been thinking about you. You and all your teasing...all this build up. I'd say it's past time wouldn't you?" He climbed over her causing her back to meet the covers and she ran her hands over his bare skin, marveling at him.
"We...we…" She tried but took in a ragged breath as he palmed a breast only to curl his fingers into her shirt about to rip the offending object from her body. "Damn it, Dean, I can't speak. You're...you're not helping."
"Just give me a second and you'll be good," He replied as he moved to her slacks when she pulled her shirt out of his tight grip. He didn't need to be ripping clothes now.
She opened her mouth to answer but a yawn escaped.
He paused, blinked, pulled back, her pants hanging halfway off her legs.
"You're kidding me right now," He grumbled.
Miranda reached up rubbing at one of his cheeks with a pathetic smile. "I'm sorry. Just been a busy week. New, difficult, patients, new company lurking about..." She yawned again and Dean sighed, moving to straddle her thighs.
"Beds seem to be our Kryptonite," He mumbled looking off to the side.
The brunette shook her head. "No really, just give me a-" Another yawn cut her off. "God," She exclaimed.
Dean gave her a pathetic pout and she nearly aww'd at the look reaching for his face again just as he reached for her hands, pulling her upright a moment later.
"Come on."
Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Where are we going?"
"Gonna run you some water before you pass out...again. I'm sure you're ready to get some sleep. Shit, I often like to hop in the bath first thing after getting back. Would have but…" He ran a hand over the top of his head and down his face with a groan and despite feeling horrible for being a spoil sport once more Miranda couldn't help but find his distress downright adorable.
She was up and moving behind him then and he dragged her towards where he guessed her bathroom was. Her apartment had to be just like his own right?
He didn't say much as let her hand go to start some bathwater and threw in two bath bombs...or so he guessed.
She smiled softly at the gesture and started to strip as he watched the tub fill up. She was down to her bra and panties when he turned back around.
"Damn it, Miranda."
She simply reached around to pop open her bra then reached for the sides of her panties tugging them down to allow them to pool at her feet.
"Tease."
"Aww what? You're not gonna join me," She joked.
"Don't know how much cleaning you'll get done. Sides, I want you completely with me when I fuck ya, Bambi." His eyes flashed hungrily and she couldn't do more than nod.
She was just slipping into a comfortable position when Dean turned back around eying her relaxed form.
"Go out with me tomorrow…"
"What," She questioned softly, her eyes remaining closed as she sighed happily at the water moistening her skin.
"Spend tomorrow with me, you know, after work." He gave her a sheepish shrug, hands buried in his pockets and she wanted to question him badly. Wanted to know what was going through that mind of his. She could practically see the wheels turning as he stared her down.
"Ok," She agreed without hesitation.
" Make sure and pack an overnight bag. Stuff for work Friday morning too."
Overnight bag? Stuff for work? Huh?!
Just what in the world was this man planning?
She was on the verge of asking him what was up, why she needed to do all this but was greeted with an empty space.
'Huh? What am I getting myself into? What's going on?'
Squinting, Miranda sunk down till nothing but her head was above the water and pursed her lips in thought.
Tomorrow couldn't get here soon enough.
