damnFireworks - Hey everyone... I'm looking to write a new story featuring the lovely Nikki Bella and not so sure on the guy.. but we'll see. Make sure you head to my profile and vote for the sub-genre. I will close it 31st Oct NZ Time. Thank you for all the lovely reviews and support. :)

Chapter 10 – Rewash

A worried Nikki Bella followed Daniel Bryan back through the black curtain. He was fairly bruised but he got off lightly compared to what John Cena had received.

"Daniel!" Brie shouted as she ran to him. Brie Bella immediately threw her arms around his neck. She grasped on to him so tight, never wanting to let him go.

"I'm okay Brie" he said forcing a smile.

"I was so worried."

"I'm fine. I'm gonna head back to the locker room and grab my stuff. I'll be out in 15 minutes." He pecked her on the lips before quickly moving on.

Nikki could hear the disappointment in Bryan's voice. He wanted to win and if she hadn't interfered, perhaps the outcome would have been entirely different. Jolted back to reality, Brie had shoved her sister back.

"What the hell was that!" Brie hissed at Nikki. "You said you were going to help Bryan win! Not Dean Ambrose!"

Nikki shoved Brie back.

"No. I said I wasn't going to let John win. I never specified who I wanted the victor to be."

"Oh whatever Nikki! Just because your life is falling apart doesn't mean you have to shit on everybody else's."

Nikki's eyes widened at the remark. She couldn't believe what Brie had just said. Her own sister. Yes, siblings fight amongst each other, that's inevitable; especially twin sisters. However, that didn't mean what Brie said hadn't affected Nikki any less. It stung. An emotional jab at her already broken heart.

Nikki was speechless. Brie covered her mouth.

"I'm sorry Nikki, I didn't mean it like that."

Brie saw the sadness in Nikki's eyes. She wanted to take back what she had said but it was too late. Nikki had turned on her heel and headed off to grab her stuff and leave the arena.

Dean celebrated with the rest of The Shield and The Authority in their private locker room. He had secured the win but he wasn't satisfied. He wanted to find Nikki straight away but Triple H and Stephanie McMahon were waiting for him as soon as the match was done.

"Congratulations Dean. That was a superb match and I'm sure, come Wrestlemania; The Shield would have taken care of that B-List Superstar." Stephanie spoke proudly.

Raising her glass of champagne in the air.

"To The Shield!" She toasted.

"To The Shield!" Everyone cheered as they followed her gesture.

Dean kept looking at his phone. He had hoped that Nikki would follow up on him and check if he was on his way.

"Waiting for a call?" the voice was rough and smooth all in one. Ambrose looked up at his tall Samoan friend.

"No." he replied, tucking his phone in his back pocket.

Roman Reigns eyed his brother suspiciously.

"Fuck man, I'm not. So drop it." Ambrose harshly responded.

"Drop what?" Rollins interrupted.

"Nothing." Dean stated.

"It doesn't sound like nothing." Seth replied.

"Well it's nothing. I'm heading out for some air" Ambrose chugged back the last of his beer and left the small party.

When he stepped out, he immediately went to search for Nikki.

Nikki was upset and caught up in the moment. Even though her sister was her only ride back to the hotel, she would rather walk back than share an awkward silence between them. She wondered about John. She hated that she still cared for him but it was only a force of habit. She would catch herself thinking about him constantly. Every time she was convinced that it was a one sided relationship his grand gestures of affection would get her to change her mind. But it was different this time.

She sighed waiting on the side of the road for a cab when she heard her name.

"Nikki!"

She turned to see Dean running her way.

"I'm here." He gasped for breath.

"You're here." She reiterated.

"Are you leaving? I just got here."

"I'm catching a cab back to the hotel. Brie and Bryan are mad. It's my fault. I shouldn't have interfered"

"I'm not mad."

"Well yeah? You won."

A cheeky grin swept across his face. "Even if I didn't win. I wouldn't have been mad."

Nikki didn't argue. A silence fell upon them and Ambrose felt it was time he told her how he felt.

His hand on the back of his head. He hoped that the right words will appear in his mind. Nikki knew him so well that she could read him better than anybody else. He often didn't have to say anything and she just knew what was on his mind. However, Nikki meant everything to him and he was going to make sure he put in words just how close to his heart she really was.

"Nikki I-"

"- before you say anything, I have a few things to say too." She paused to think about her next sentence. A surprised Ambrose began to close the distance between them until they were a few mere steps apart from each other.

"I do want to be completely honest with you. These past couple of days have been…" Nikki's voice began to choke up as she tried to hold back her tears. "… I'm sorry."

He held her hands, reassuring her that it's okay. She took a breath then continued.

"You know, I was torn apart by finding out about John. I loved him and the whole time I felt torn between you two…I feel like….and I hate it but at the same time I feel blindsided by my feelings for John that I couldn't see the one thing I needed was always right in front of me."

She looked up into his eyes, bearing all her feelings.

"I have loved you and only you Dean Ambrose." She said.

Hearing the vulnerability in her voice, this strong woman once again ripped open her scars and gave her heart back to him.

Driven by protective instinct, he curved his bigger, heavier body around hers, his chest pressed to her body, his hand stroking down her arm, slow and easy.

"You stole my moment." Dean spoke.

This made Nikki laugh.

"Nikki, I was a selfish man. I didn't appreciate you. I didn't treat you like the queen you were- the queen that you are."

"Dean-"

"Please. Let me finish. I don't want to make decisions for myself anymore. I want to make decisions with you for us. For the future. You are the only one for me and I want us to have another chance. I love you Nicole. I never stopped."

Ambrose then cupped her chin with one hand and slid the other around her nape, anchoring her in place so she couldn't move. She lifted her face to his, long fingertips stroking his nape, he bent his head and met her kiss halfway.

Hot and lush and open, it was a languid tangling of mouths.

"Let's get out of here" he smiled as he stole another kiss.