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Last chapter did overwhelm you guys huh? Especially how things changed greatly in a matter of 3 months! Also I see you guys are trying to figure out who's the one sending the creepy text messages, well.. Soon you'll know. Here's another chapter filled with angst for you all. I've realized my chapters get longer by each one, I don't even know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
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Chapter 10: Take Care.
"If you let me in, here's what I'll do…
I'll take care of you"
Beep. Beep. Beep.
That's the sound that echoed in her mind each second as she lightly groaned, stretching her arms forward as her fingertips tried to grasp on something. Opening her eyes, she stared at the handful of sheets, and realized then and there where she was. Her mind backtracked, understanding then and there that what she thought was one of her sick nightmares about Ambrose was a reality. The only question was where was Dean?
Vivienne quickly lifted her head up, her eyes frantically looking around for any signs of Dean, however didn't spot him at all. She stood up from her seat, and there the door opened revealing Roman, whom softly smiled at Vivienne. Vivienne whom quickly breathed in air, thinking it was going to be Dean, sighed, calming her nerves down, a slight bit.
Roman sat on the empty bed where Dean once rested, and Vivienne felt her heart sink all the more. Never could she wake up and find Dean Ambrose right by her side, and although it saddened her, it also angered her to great extents, because she felt sad about it. "So what's going to happen to you guys..?" That was the only question really running through her mind at seeing Roman here. She couldn't believe, couldn't understand as to why Dean did it to himself.
"Vince suspended Dean I think for about almost four months he said. I think that's probably what devastated Dean all the more you know? But everything was left to suspicion, we didn't know hands on he was using painkillers… Man Vivienne, seeing him there, it was…" Vivienne held her hand up, as Roman pushed back his hair, sighing heavily. She empathized with Roman; she could only imagine the way he felt at finding Dean there in the locker room. It made her think of herself, of the pain probably her parents felt at finding her in alleyways.
"And what was worst was not being able to tell you a damn thing for three months. Seth constantly pressuring me and god knows why it took me until it was too late to even send you that text message. I should've sent it then and there when we started noticing the changes. I know you guys had your differences, but you being around, there was a balance. And Jon wasn't the same guy." Roman confessed, as he placed his face into his hands, the images of finding Dean in the locker room still perturbing his train of thought. Vivienne remained silent, as she stared down at her lap, not knowing what to say. She couldn't muster a single word. The room felt heavy, almost suffocating. Roman shook his head, as he glanced at the direction of Vivienne whose stare seemed distant. He stood up from the bed and cracked his knuckles.
"I can't tell you not be angry at Seth, but I think he's getting the gist, well, I hope he's getting the gist that he's fucking up. I'm going to step out, regardless of Dean, Seth and I still have to compete. Apparently there's a high demand for us to be on television," Chuckled Seth as lightly waved at Vivienne, before stepping out. Vivienne glanced at the empty bed once more. Feeling guilt ridden all the more.
He was different with me around? Different? How? And if so… if I didn't leave, if I had stayed, and just, no… It's not my fault… I'm not at fault for this happening… Right? Vivienne bit her bottom lip, a method she uses in order to tame her emotions. Her fingers fidgeted, as she sunk herself all the more into the chair as then the door open.
Quickly she stood up, as she noticed the nurse whom aided Dean back to bed. Dean barely able to walk, as he was dragging his feet. His eyes barely open, and his complexion though pale, was slowly regaining its normal shade. Dean groaned as he laid on the bed once more, slightly sucking his teeth as he glanced down at his arm and the IV stuck in it. One thing he was for certain was how much he hated hospitals, especially being the one hospitalized.
He noticed Vivienne was still in the room, much to his surprise. Yet again, he couldn't believe she was there in the morning before he had to go run a test. He thought the morphine made him delusional, but here she was, in the flesh. After three months of not seeing her, hearing her voice (other than voicemail), or his favourite, antagonizing her, here she was. She's never looked better. She no longer had those long black tresses that appeared like the feathers of a raven, instead rustic auburn colored hair. It faired all the more, the red hair.
Her by side the bed, he could catch the faint scent of vanilla and mint.
"Mr. Good, the Doctor said you'll be ready to leave today. Now do you have anyone who could take you home?"
Dean parted his lips, however was interrupted for Vivienne cleared her throat, slightly raising her hand as well to catch the attention of the nurse. "I-I can take him home nurse."
"Great. I'll be off to write up your discharge papers and you'll be set to go. Your clothes are in the drawer by side the bed, if anything just ring us up." The nurse smiled as she walked out of the room once more, leaving alone both a quiet Dean and Vivienne. Vivienne however stood up from her seat as she went towards the drawer and pulled out a bag which contained the belongings of Dean.
"You don't need to drive me back ya know, I can get there myself." Vivienne remained quiet, as she pulled out his jeans, his jacket, black t-shirt, and sneakers from the bag.
"Look… Prin-Vi-So-" Dean fumbled with his words, not knowing what to call her, not knowing what she would feel comfortable being called. "Get dressed will you?"
"Sol-" Vivienne once more interrupted him. "We'll talk later okay? Please, just get dressed, and let's wait for your papers, so we can get you out of here as soon as possible, okay..?" Her voice became barely audible by the end of her sentence. Dean then noticed it all, she hated being here, the idea of a hospital perturbed her mind like it did to his, and he was right. Vivienne despised hospitals; she spent most of her life in one because of her strange disorder, and as well for her substance abuse.
Vivienne just wanted to get out, not even because of the memories that try to bother her, but because she couldn't stand it anymore. She couldn't stand the name tag on his wrist, the IV in his arm, or that sick look on his face. He didn't have that stupid look on his face that not only irked all of her being, but also drew her to him. He felt so far of, and so did she.
Dean's face lightened up as he was lying down on his bed. Vivienne pulled the sheets over his frame as she then sat the corner of his bed. Dean switched on the television. The two were quiet ever since they left the hospital, and Dean took note that Vivienne tried her hardest not to lay her eyes on him. Currently, she stared down at her thumbs which fumbled against one another. Dean rolled his eyes, though he felt slightly weak, he budged over to her direction, then and there capturing her attention.
"What's bothering you?" He knew the answer to his own question, but he wanted to hear it. He wanted her to yell at him, for her to probably put her hands on him. It didn't matter if he was in a delicate physical state, he just wanted to get it from her, the punishment he deserves for being such a fool, and of course for what he did three months ago. Vivienne dreaded the question that was just asked, she bit her tongue, as she shook her head, lying to him, saying nothing was wrong when all she had was questions in dire need of answers. She wanted to know why, why do that to himself…?
"Don't give me that bullshit Sol, tell me what the fuck is keeping you so quiet?" He persisted, as the look in his eyes deepened, taking in the details of her facial profile. Because of the red hair, the once barely visible freckles on her cheeks are a tad bit more noticeable. Hell, gorgeous she was, even with the noticeable freckles she didn't appear to be embarrassed about. He was scornful, at himself for the stupid words that escaped his mouth that day by the beach; he couldn't forget the crestfallen look in her eyes, though her face was cold.
"You, you're keeping me quiet Jon," Dean didn't say a thing, as he adjusted his position on the bed as he folded his arms in front of him and placed his head on them. His eyes staring right up at Vivienne, whom sharply pulled in air, and sighed. Vivienne budged a bit on the bed, slightly distancing herself from Dean. "You're such a fucking idiot you know that?" Any other time he would've had a smartass response, but he knew he had no right to intervene, and much to his surprise he couldn't believe the look in her eyes though they were casted down, he couldn't believe the fact he could hear her voice tremble, or the scratchiness slowly develop.
Someone cared, someone cared for him. And out of all people in this world, it was her, the woman whom was in his room, the woman whom had some sick effect on him that he didn't even know the word to put on it. It was a mixture of lust, and… the unknown. The unknown that bewilders him, scares him, and for the first time, he didn't want to confront. Dean Ambrose never backs away from anything, and here he was, trying to push away these unknown feelings that weren't the least bit tangible.
"Do you know what it's like not seeing you for three months? I mean, that itself is a fucking drag no matter how much the thought of you troubled me. Really. It does, to great extents, and to get that message from Roman, to come rushing all the way from New York, to come find you here, looking barely alive, attached to a bunch of fucking machines, hearing the beat of your heart thanks to some damn monitor? I come to find you in a fucking hospital Jon? Oh, of course, that's not going to bother me at all, I'm supposed to sit here, act all fine and dandy but I'm to find out you fucking OD? What the fuck were you thinking?!" Vivienne found herself losing control over her audio, but only shook her head, as she placed her face into her hands, sighing heavily as she fought back the tears that dared once more try to slip out of her eyes.
Dean couldn't answer, as much as he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to phrase his words correctly to even begin to explain himself as to why he submerged himself to painkillers and even alcohol. But it was the only thing that numbed him, that drowned out any emotions that he felt, even those of rage, and only allowed him to get by the days almost mindless. They took away any thought that involved Vivienne Soleil Lopez, and that was probably the reason, the reason he even sunk that low, because he wanted to get rid of that part of his memories. He refused to acknowledge, accept the fact that she's managed to cause turmoil within him.
But even if, he couldn't push her away, as much as he wanted to, begged himself, and her to do so, here she was. And he couldn't understand why? Why she would bother with someone like him?
"I'm shit Sol, understand that? I'm nothing, ain't ever going to amount to shit. And you being here it's kind of fuckin' with my mind. I'm not use to it, having someone around, hell pick me up from the hospital. It was always me, me, me and nobody else but fuckin' me? So you here talking all this fuckin' nonsense, it makes no sense to me, I don't get a fuckin' inch of it, why care huh? Why care about someone like me, that probably in the time of the month we met and knew each other probably made you want to run in a wall huh?"
"I wish I knew the answer to that Jon, I wish I knew why I care so much about a fucking asshole like you."
Why I care so much about a fucking asshole like you. She said the words he refused to believe were the possibilities that she cared. She cared about him. Dean could only stare up at Vivienne with disbelief clear in his eyes, not believing the words that were spat at his direction. Vivienne shook her head, not believing what she just said. I can't believe.. She stood up from the corner of the bed and stared down at Dean whom then glanced towards the side.
"I'm staying here, I want to help you, and know you're not alone alright? I don't want you pulling another one of your fucking stunts alright? I'm going to help you so you can go back and get in that ring. Because there's no way I'm allowing you to ruin your career over something so damn petty."
"Sol, you know what the doctor said…" Dean warned, remembering the doctor's warning of how the process of detox would be, though it wouldn't be the first time hearing the speech from a doctor as to what life would be in the process of cleaning your system from drugs. "You don't need to deal with me, there's no damn obligation."
"I understand that, but I want to. I want to help. Alright?" Vivienne felt guilty, at fault for it all. Not only did the words from the text message she last got bothered her mind, but also what Roman said. That he was alright before she left, before she even came really. He almost got arrested for hitting some girl he fucked around with. It wasn't lightweight when I meant he really was just out of a loop. Roman's voice crossed her mind, she glanced towards Dean once more whom stared at her with disbelief, as she shrugged her shoulders and headed out of his room, staring around at his home, which was quiet a mess, she realized she had a lot to deal with.
She had to deal with Dean, his mess, the process of his detox, and also these feelings that barked at her towards Dean.
Once Vivienne managed to pick up all the empty cans and bottles of beer, and even boxes of pizza and other particles of trash, she also gave the house a light sweep and mop. At coming back in the house after disposing of all the garbage, she organized the pillows, and took note that in the fridge there wasn't anything he could eat that was healthy; one thing already in her mind that she has to do an early morning grocery shopping. She even flushed the remaining cases of painkillers down the toilet, making sure he doesn't get a single hold on them again.
At finishing with that, Vivienne walked back into the room to find Dean whom was fast asleep; however she could hear the sound of his teeth slightly clanking against one another, and his wrapped around his own frame as he was frantically shivering. Quickly she to the bed, climbed onto it as she lightly began to rub his back, hoping to make the feeling of being cold go away. She lay by side him, as without much of her own understanding spooned herself against his frame, spreading the warmth from her body to his own. Slowly, his body stopped to shiver, and his breathing eased. Vivienne inwardly sighed, though she didn't want to lay on this bed with him, she knew it was her only choice.
It was either that, or dealing with the sound of his teeth clanking, or letting him feel cold. Without much of her own control of being so close to him, she ended up wrapping her arms around his frame, pulling her close to her body as she then pat those brown locks of his. Dean's breathing became soft, as he found himself nuzzling into the unknown comforts. He knew nothing of what was going on, after all, he was in deep sleep. However in sleep he found himself in pure solace, enveloped in a haven he couldn't quiet comprehend? He didn't care what it was, but he knew it was what he needed; it's what took away the cold from him. Vivienne was surprised by his sudden movement, wondering if he was awake and knew what he was doing. But looking down at him, for she was the big spoon, she knew he was fast asleep. Vivienne pressed her chin lightly against his shoulder; it was amazing, never did she like holding Dolph for a second while lying down with him.
With much of Dolph's attempts, she detested the idea of even being enveloped in his arms. He wasn't comfortable, he wasn't warm, and even his scent, she detested it all. And yet I'm dealing with him…?
"Don't leave…even if I beg you…" Dean muttered in his sleep, and Vivienne knew nothing of what to make of what he said. She closed her eyes, as she then rested her head against his shoulder blade, before letting sleep consume her once more. For she knew solace like this with Dean was rare, scarce.
His vulnerability barely comes by.
Two weeks have passed, and as warned, the process of detox is an excruciating ordeal, especially for Dean whom was in much pain and all he wanted was to have more Percocet pills. However, he fought his temptations for he couldn't be all the more grateful at seeing how Vivienne put up with his rash behaviour. He had barely any control of his emotions, and let alone what was physically occurring to him.
He couldn't even believe at every morning waking up to find himself in her arms, so he won't feel cold at night. It was almost as though she was a completely different person, and she continued to surprise him all the more, by passing days – though he didn't say it, he was grateful. But he wouldn't have it any other way, her being the one here with him. She seemed to be in control, though at times waking up at night he did catch her awake until five in the morning reading a book or watching cartoons.
Ziggler has attempted to reach Vivienne; leaving countless of missed calls, text messages or voice mails however Vivienne ignored them all. She didn't want to think about Dolph, nor deal with his antics at the moment. She had no time for that, nor did she care much to put time or even a second into dealing with him. Cruel, for letting him worry, but of course, she warned him when she approached him about the matter. There are no strings attached, okay? But of course, that isn't ever a successful proposition.
Seth has been another one who has tried contacting her as well; however he was ignored for she still couldn't forgive him. And if he was to know she was with Dean right now, and has been for the past two weeks it would only make him forget the whole 'I feel really bad sis' to full on rage. He was overprotective, stubborn, and of course strict and against the whole idea of her and Dean even interacting. Probably is all the more now with the stunts Dean has been pulling in the past three months that she continues to hear from Roman from time to time, curiosity aching her to find out.
Dean and Vivienne found themselves quiet while watching a movie on television. Dean was finding himself being able to get away with much during the times of Vivienne being here, and what is meant by getting away with was being able to freely lean on her shoulder without hearing her protest on a normal occasion. Vivienne sat in the lotus position, as she glanced at Dean whom only grinned at her as he nuzzled his cheek against her bare arm. She felt chills go down her spine at feeling his skin contact hers.
However, before Vivienne could even begin think to herself how much better Dean has been looking, she expected it to happen as she watched him abruptly blast off the couch and ran towards the bathroom. Vivienne followed suit, as she saw him throwing up by the edge of the toilet bowl. The sound of it has been a sound that was constant through her dreams for the past two weeks, it was either the sound of him throwing up or yelling out in pain. Vivienne began to rub his back, not knowing much what to do, however Dean only pushed her back with much force against a wall. Vivienne felt her head hit the wall, roughly and she only winced, shaking her head as she knew she had to give him space. Before she could even distance herself from Dean, like the doctor advised her to do once he hit his fits of rage, Dean quickly pulled himself away from the toilet bowl and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater before he turned and looked at Vivienne whom was pressed against the wall. Dean didn't have much control of his actions, none at all, or his emotions for then his hands found themselves around the neck of Vivienne. Vivienne's eyes widen as she stared at Dean, her hands against his as she felt his nails dig into her flesh. She tried her best pulling her hands away from his, but realized it wasn't working.
"J-Jon…" She managed to whisper, not expecting this to happen, but she was warned. It was part of his withdrawal syndrome, mood disorders, especially for patients whom are opioid dependent. She felt her vision going hazy, as she stared into those furrowed eyes of Ambrose, whom had no idea of what he was doing, as though it wasn't even him, for his eyes appeared listless, had no inch of life in them.
Vivienne then knew if she allowed this to happen, she could hell, end up in a box. Without a second though, she lifted her arms and there, before she could even swing at his face Dean removed his hands from her throat, allowing her to slip down against the wall and gasp for air.
Dean, whom blacked out for a second, stared down at his hands, and at Vivienne, as he felt his bottom lip tremble, not believing what he just did. He put his hands on her, dug his nails into her neck, to the point he managed to have some of her blood underneath them. Dean shook his head, as then he noticed Vivienne, breathing heavily look at him. Her face remained stoic, though her eyes read otherwise. She was bothered, and in pain as well.
Slowly, Vivienne got up, with shaking knees as she stared at Dean, whom only took hold of her shoulders, staring directly into his eyes. "Fuckin' shit Sol, I'm so fuckin' sorry!"
Vivienne, hesitantly shook her head as she held her hands up. "Jon it's okay, it happens, especially with your withdrawal and all. Really, it's okay."
"Sol no what the fuck are you thinkin'? This isn't acceptable!" He refuses to accept her apology. Dean's eyes wandered from her eyes, to her quivering lips, and down to her neck once more, where he can see blood withdraw from the cuts his nails made. From one of the hands that clutched onto her shoulder, his fingers trailed against the bone of her neck, causing her to slightly wince. Letting him know for certain that it was to bruise up.
Vivienne halted his hand, as she took hold of it, slowly pulling it away from her neck. It was hurting, she felt it sore, with some stinging sensation against it. Dean shook his head, as slightly pushed her once more into the wall, his frame pressed against hers, as he can feel all of her shape against his body. He dug his face into the nape of her neck, capturing that scent of hers that remains true until today, the cigarettes, the vanilla, cinnamon and mint. His lips repeatedly kissed her, soft taps against her bruise flesh. He repeatedly muttered with each kiss 'I'm so fuckin' sorry Sol'.
Vivienne tilted her head back, allowing him to have more space to explore her neck as she wrapped her arms around his frame. Dean began to shiver as then slowly the two slid down against the wall and sat on the floor where she held him tightly. Rubbing his back as she only replied with 'It's okay' But dean only shook his head, refusing the accept. It was insane, how Dean was the intial source of her pains, but in a sick way he finds a way to wash away the pain and replace it with this masochist like sensation. Her neck was hurting, but she didn't care, his kisses washed the pain away.
However she felt something cold touch her neck, and before she could pull away, Dean snaked one arm around her waist, holding her close, as his hand was behind her neck, where he softly held it back. Vivienne glanced down at Dean whom she then realized what he was doing. His shivers didn't allow her to notice his body shaking not only from the chills but also for he began to shed tears. Quiet tears for he didn't release a single sob. He only kissed her neck, and within the mixture of his saliva, was his tears and her blood warmed by his breathing which spelled out apologies.
This is the first time Dean felt so human.
"Jon, I'm here for you, okay..?"
She remembered the words he uttered in his sleep, and she didn't plan on it, she didn't plan on leaving even if he pushed her away.
"Where the hell have you been Vivienne? I've been trying to contact you for almost four weeks now and its now that you pick up the damn phone?" Vivienne sighed, as she is coming to some conclusion that cellphones aren't really for her, for now in the other line was Dolph whom was obviously upset from the lack of communication between the two for the past almost for weeks as stated.
Vivienne pressed the phone against her ears by using her shoulder as she was lying down on Dean's bed. She blankly stared up at the ceiling, rolling her eyes as she slightly budged her position. "I've been with Dean." Bluntly she stated which only caused Dolph to fumble his words, not knowing what to say from what he just heard.
"Wait, in his house?!"
"Yeah, in Cincinnati. For the past three weeks, this is where I've been!"
"And you couldn't come visit me? You know I'm around Ohio, I mean I was born and raised there."
"I know, I didn't want to, like I said. I'm with Dean." Dolph once more stammered on his words, not believing what he was hearing.
"Where have you been sleeping? Why are you there?" He interrogated, and Vivienne sucked her teeth.
"I've been sharing a bed with him Nick. And I'm here because he needs my help with something. Word probably got around so you know what the hell I'm talking about."
"Vivienne, what the fuck? This is insane. Are you forgetting that me and you-"Vivienne cut in. "Me and you are nothing. You're the one who sees me as a girlfriend, and like I told you from when we first starting this fucking nonsense, it's no strings attached."
"Babe come on, you can't be serious?" Right there Dean entered his bed room, where he stared at Vivienne with interest, wondering whom she could possibly be talking to at this time. Vivienne as she spoke to Dolph whom continued to persist on her seeing him once more, she only rubbed her neck slightly, which was almost purple from the incident of two days ago. She didn't wince however, even if It slightly ached her for she only could recall the sensations she once felt on her neck, she remembered the apologies that until this day follow her. She remembered how his lips burned her flesh, and caused every part of her grow hot. She stared towards Dean, whom only winked at her before he plopped himself by side her on his bed.
Its been two days since the incident in the bathroom and although he felt guilt-ridden, he was thankful he has no full fledge memory of what he actually did to her. He could only assume from the marks on her neck, and of course he didn't dare find out for it would only eat him up more. He couldn't bear the memory of her eyes, and how pained they looked. Just like that moment in the beach almost four months ago.
"Dolph, I'll talk to you later, alright?" After hanging up while Dolph still protested, she stared at Dean whom was only laughing to his heart's content for he knew exactly what was going on. Vivienne stared at him as she snatched the remote that was on his lap and switched on the television.
"You and your little boyfriend fighting because of me? How fuckin' rich!"
She was glad at least seeing him display some improvement. His complexion was back to normal, and so were the color of his eyes. The bags were gone as well. No longer did he throw up, though he was nauseous, he didn't black out or had random mood swings. However his chills remained, along with random surges of pain. But it was better than how he was for the past three weeks. She could tell he's been putting his part. It's not only medication but his will to get better, pass this excruciating process.
Since the incident however Dean kept his distance from Dean, as much as she refused to accept the fact that he was acting such way over something he clearly didn't mean to do, and wasn't at fault. It boggled him how he would wake up to find her curled up into his back as she held him close, all so he won't be cold at night. He never thought he would even catch a glimpse of an 'affectionate' side of Vivienne. A Vivienne that actually cares, after all he always thought she hated his guts, couldn't stand him, and although the part of not being able to stand him remains true, she has this undeniable, unidentifiable attraction towards him.
Vivienne patted her lap, signalizing at Dean for him to rest his head onto it. However Dean shook his head, causing only Vivienne to suck her teeth. "Really, just do it." He stared at her, trying to reassure himself, and making sure she was okay with the idea of him even touching her. He shook his head as he then glanced towards her neck, noticing the faded purple marking. He closed his eyes, not allowing himself to look any longer, but then Vivienne took a strand of his hair, and slightly curled it and centralized it right on his forehead. Dean pressed his hand onto the headstand, as the other reached out towards her chin and turned her head to face him.
She gulped, she felt feeble, small underneath that piercing gaze of his, as his eyes didn't budge one bit. She bit her lip, as she felt them almost shake, and Dean found himself trying to hold back a groan urging to escape from him. Every time he saw those pearly whites of hers press against her colored lips, he felt himself go weak. Vivienne looked away, only causing him to jerk her head to stare at him once more. She couldn't escape his gaze, but he had her full attention, as she slightly nodded.
Both of them felt their insides slightly buzz as they drowned themselves in each others gaze. As though they explored each other within the shade of their eyes to find out more, the coldest, the warmest, the most intimate parts of each other, and that all happened through this almost unbreakable gaze.
Without noticing, their faces were only centimeters apart now. Vivienne found herself trying to turn her head away once more, but only caused Dean to jerk her head once more. Her breathing grew heavy and he felt her breath tickle his lips.
"Jon, even if I'm not with Nick.. I should appropriately-"
"You said it, you're not with him, and you're not his. This is a game we've been trying to avoid since we met. It's been calling for us, begging for us to play and our ego doesn't allow us to engage. But it's inevitable sunshine…" Dean whispered, as he tucked a strand of her rustic colored hair behind her ear, and before Vivienne could reply, his hand slipped off her chin to the back of her neck where he grabbed her as he collided his lips against hers.
Vivienne shook her head, trying to pull Dean away as her eyes were wide, but it only caused Dean to be all the more vivacious against her lips that easily began to hurt for he suckled and nibbled his teeth against them. She found herself however groaning in pleasure through the millisecond their lips parted as the hands that once slapped his chest would only take hold of the collar of his v-neck and pull him close to her. Her mouth widening as she allowed his tongue that tasted like nothing but honey, lemon and tea, with the smidgen of cigarettes dance against hers. He explored the warmth of her mouth as his tongue trailed against the bottom of her lips as well.
His other hand cupped her cheek, as his thumb pad only caressed her. It was a surreal feeling as he found himself shuddering for the sound of her quiet moans crawled their way into his mind. His jaw worked back and forth as though he was hungry, and he wanted to have every inch of her for dinner. Suddenly however he broke the hold as he glared into her eyes once more, Vivienne's lips that were once light pink were bright red from his ravenous attack.
"You, you're mine, you fuckin' got that darling?" It was possessive, dominant and she felt her skin crawl with goose bumps from his words. He looked at her one last time before he pulled her in again. The way her lips brushed against his allowed him to taste all of her. From her insides and out. However, the two kissing sedated the hunger that persistently clung around them two. They clung onto one another, their kisses becoming needy, heated, and tighter. There was barely any room for air, it was claustrophobic and that feeling only fueled the drive all the more. She was now sitting on him, her legs wrapped around his waist as she allowed her body to melt into his own. There was a burning need, a requirement to have him as physically close as possible.
Dean bit down onto bottom lip of Vivienne causing her to wince and pull away as her hands placed themselves onto his shoulder. She glared at Dean however found herself groaning from the pain, as she felt the urge to rub her thighs against one another to control the urge that was coursing through her system. Dean only chuckled, as his thumb slightly grazed her bottom lip before he lightly kissed her once more, snaking his arms around her waist as he held her close. He dug his face into his chest, and Vivienne only smirked, as she wrapped hers around his neck, holding him close as she lightly kissed the top of his head.
"Jon…I'm not a fucking pussy. Let's play this game, and see what the hell comes out of it. We just gotta make sure.." She slightly pushed back as she stared down at Dean, whom only held that infamous grin of his that she missed dearly. Her hands combed back his hair as she only nuzzled her nose against his before she bit his lip and tugged on it. "We pull through the whole thing, got it?"
"Got it Princess."