They don't talk after the date. Lydia is actually busy, and so is he. They're both running circles around each other, until they have to film their segment for Monday. He runs into Lydia and AJ, who are smiling as they chat, stretching. The two were prepping for their match, they were tag teaming against the Bellas.

"Gotta be careful not to pop her implants." AJ jokes lightly, hoisting her elbow up and giving it a good tug, "I don't want to have a Doctor go in there twice."

Lydia rolls her eyes, about to respond, yet she sees Dean. She stops stretching, glancing at him, her mouth is ajar but she quickly fixes it into a smile. "Hey champ. You ready for tonight?"

He walks over to her, "Yeah, you?"

She nods, thinking back to the script, "I'd say I'm ready for it."

"Good." He says, a small smirk playing on his lips, "So I'll see you out there."


Lydia's music hits and AJ and her skip out arm in arm. AJ holds up her title, Lydia enviously eyes it. Then offers AJ a fake smile when she gives the title to the ref. The Bellas music hits and AJ leans over to Lydia.

"Here come the Bimbos, oh, I mean, the Bellas." AJ sneers, leaning against the ropes. "Pathetic." She says with a smile when the Bellas enter the ring.

Lydia and AJ dominate throughout the match. Brie Bella grabs Lydia by the back of the hair, throwing her into a corner. Lydia gasps in pain, and pulls herself up. She kicks Brie in the jaw, then jumps up on the top rope. Doing a hurricarana from the top rope. She pins her.

AJ and Lydia win the match, gaining lots of boos. Lydia blows a kiss to the audience, a smirk rising to her lips when she hears the Shield's music. Only Dean Ambrose comes out, AJ offers Lydia a wink and leaves the ring. The Bellas bolt, each one of them offering Lydia a dirty look.

The crowd's booing has gotten louder. Dean Ambrose climbs into the ring, only a few feet from Lydia. She folds her arms over her chest, pursing her lips to the side, considering. As the crowd chants, 'don't do it!'

"Mmm, my future champion." He coos.

"Oh shut up." She says.

Then she walks over to him, puts her hand on the back of his neck, and forces him down to her height, bringing up her toes so she can capture his lips in hers. His arms lock around her waist as their lips work at each others, the boos getting louder with each passing moment. They break the kiss, their foreheads touching, panting.

"I'm going to need to get you a shirt." He rasps.

She laughs, "Yeah, you definitely do."


Lydia almost skips backstage, happily dancing on cloud nine. She gives AJ a loop sided smile and hurries about, AJ hot on her heels.

"I'm just going to assume you two are dating now." AJ says, leaning against the door frame, "Am I right or am I right?

Lydia rolls her eyes, dabbing her forehead with a towel, "AJ, I don't know." She enters her locker room with AJ on her heels.

"Hm, I think you should though, considering you make up half of the relationship." AJ walks over to Lydia, sitting down next to her, "Come on, spill. You might as well just tell me everything so you don't drive yourself crazy thinking about it."

Lydia bites her lip, "What if it's just the storyline?"

"Huh?"

"I don't mean to be so negative.. but you've seen it before. Where they think it's real but when the storyline ends, so do they. All storyline, nothing real." Lydia runs a hand through her hair, "I don't want to get into anything serious."

"Hey, no one's going to be mad at you if you're friends with benefits with Dean freakin' Ambrose."

Lydia's pale cheeks flush, "Who said anything along that context?" Her cheeks reddening.

AJ smirks, "Who didn't?"

Lydia shoves AJ, "Argh, please, stop. Lets not talk about this, actually. This whole topic makes me nervous."

"Or sexually frustrated?" AJ says with a dirty wink.

"Oh my god, please, shut up!" Lydia throws her towel at AJ, "Please, get your mind out of the gutter."

"You first."

Lydia scowls, changing out of her attire, AJ does the same, mimicking her actions.

"So when are you going to see him again? You haven't talked to him since the egg burning disaster."

"I've been busy."

"Because you made yourself busy. When did you start doing commercials and small TV roles? Plus, putting in an extra hour at the gym? Come on, Lydia. We both know the Gym buffs scare you, you're starting to become one." AJ says, sliding on her sweatshirt.

"We should just keep it strictly storyline."

"Is that what you tell yourself?"

"Actually, yes, yes it is."

"You were just skipping after he kissed you." AJ nudges Lydia, "Don't tell me you don't want more of that."

Lydia's cheeks flame, "So what if he's a good kisser? Is it some kind of crime to appreciate a guy's kissing ability?" She realizes how stupid that sounds as soon as it exits her mouth. "Forget what I said, please."

"I definitely will. You just need to get more assertive, know what you want."

"And what do I want AJ?"

"Dean Ambrose. We've been over this."

"Is this for me or is this for your fanfiction?"

"Both."

Lydia gives AJ and look and slides on her top.


AJ and Kaitlyn drop off Lydia at Kmart, saying they'll swing back around when Lydia texts them. She needed to do some shopping anyways, it's not like AJ was keeping their hotel room stocked. Lydia grabs some shampoo, detergent, lotion, perfume, other stuff. She's about done until she rounds a corner and runs into Dean Ambrose.

He smirks when he sees her, "Some late night shopping?"

"Not like I have any other time to do it, up to my ears in work."

"So I've heard." Dean trails after her as she hunts for the toothpaste, "You haven't texted me back."

"As I said, been busy."

She quickens her pace and he corners her, such a nasty habit of his.

"You know, cornering me in a dark aisle at this time of night kind of makes you seem like a creep."

"Go out with me. We can go right now. A little late night Perkins?" Dean tempts her, his lips sliding along her ear, "Or we could do something else if you'd prefer.." His breath hitches.

Lydia forgets how to breathe, suddenly, a Kmart employee interrupts them.

"Is there a problem here?" She asks, her eyes directed towards Lydia.

"N-No. No problem at all." Lydia says quickly, her breath unnecessarily hitching because of Dean Ambrose's.. advances. Advances, that's what she'd call them.. right. The Kmart employee nods at Lydia, leaving the two, though shooting another worried look at them.

Dean Ambrose turns back to her, "So where were we? Somewhere along these lines..?" He asks innocently, placing a delicate kiss on her neck. She nearly drops her entire damn basket.

She feels her legs almost give away, she shoves him away just as quickly, "Okay, maintain a good five feet, okay? Personal space personal space." She repeats, he chuckles, raising his hands up and taking a few steps back. "Here's the deal, I'll let you take me to Perkins, but no funny business? Okay? No cornering me, none of.. this." She motions to whatever the hell they were just doing.

"I'll be a perfect gentlemen. Starting now."

Lydia nods, "Good, good." She convinces herself it's a good idea.

He drives her to Perkins, surprisingly keeping his hands to himself the entire drive. They place their orders and the dreaded talk is about to begin. At least that's what Lydia labelled it.

"You know, we could still skip out now if you had other ideas.." Dean suggests loosely.

"You've gotten real piggy since I've last talked to you."

"What can I say? A guy has needs. Needless to say, you've excited them beyond repair."

Lydia shifts awkwardly, "With remarks like that, I feel like I should have a getaway car outside."

"Why, you scared? That you'll, heaven forbid, give in?" He leans across the table, his blue eyes daring her, "What would happen if you did?"

"Nothing because I'm not giving in to anything. Nothing to give into actually, so, see, you lose." She folds her arms across her chest with a smile.

Dean leans back in his chair, "You're right. I'm coming on too strong, I'm not so used to feisty women as I ought to be."

Lydia sighs, it's going to be a long night.


He drives her back to her hotel, they arrive at her door.

"Well, as painful as that was, I need to get some sleep." Lydia puts her hand on the knob, but Dean has other ideas. He grabs her by the waist, pulling her to him, he kisses her, pulling at her lips, she gasps and his tongue slips into her mouth. His hands travelling dangerously up her search. If there's one thing you can't argue about Dean Ambrose, it's that he's one hell of a kisser.

He lets go of her.

Lydia takes a few steps back from him, "I don't quite remember agreeing to that..."

Dean smirks, still down at her level, "Sweet dreams." He kisses her temple, then walks away cooly.

When she gets into her hotel room, she sinks against the wall.

"You had fun at the store then, huh?" Kaitlyn asks from the couch.

"Something like that." Lydia breathes. Her heart still thundering in her chest.