Food for Thought

"So you don't watch yourself on TV after your matches?" Claire asked curiously as they were lounging on the couch in front of the TV watching a rerun of last week's RAW episode. "Not really, unless it's for research, I sometimes take notes on mistakes or research my opponent's moves; I have no interest to see myself on TV." Dean said and took a bite of a strawberry. They had just finished grilled chicken sandwiches and know were snacking on some fruit. "The Shield's entrance is definitely the best I have seen so far but aren't you guys worried about some crazy fan possibly stabbing you or trying to take you hostage? It just seems risky." Claire took a bite of a grape. "Sometimes risk is just part of our job, besides our entrance is probably the most unique in the wrestling industry presently and that is what it's about, being unique so you will be noticed." Claire watched as one of the USO brothers ran into Dean hitting him in the chin. He was angry. Claire could tell it hurt. "What happened there?" She asked curiously. "It looked like that hurt a lot." "That is because it did, he hit my chin that I had just had 8 stitches put in the night before." "OUCH! Do you still have them in?" "Yeah, that happened about a couple of weeks ago." "Can I see them?" Claire didn't really give Dean time to respond. She crawled over to him and sat in front of him. Claire gently cupped her hands around his face and tilted his face back. "They look like they are healing nicely considering you are not taking it easy." Claire ran a fingertip over the wound tenderly. "Does that hurt?" She asked. "No now if you are done manhandling me." Dean grabbed her hands. "Sorry, I was just curious. You have some strawberry juice on your lips." Claire was staring at his lips. She for a moment indulged in the fantasy of what would it be like to kiss him. But the sound of his voice quickly woke her up from her day dream. "Well I didn't have a lot of time to wipe my mouth before you pounced on me." Claire grabbed a napkin and wiped his lips. "I have two kids at home so I am use to messy mouths." Dean chose to ignore her devilish little smirk and instead wanted to know more about her.

So Claire told Dean about Madison and Robert Jr. How she met Robert in college and that she had been married for 16 years. "What did you major in?" Dean asked. "Journalism." "So are you working for a newspaper or a magazine?" "No, I am just a politician's wife. I have to look good on his arm, smile, and occasionally give speeches as well as parent the kids. Robert didn't want me to work; he needed help so I helped him become successful." "That doesn't seem fair." "Well, I had to do what I had to do. How about you, how did you get this far? What made you want to be a wrestler?' Dean looked uncomfortable but he just took a deep breath and told her about living in the ghetto, his parents not caring for him and he took care of himself early on. "Wrestling saved my life. Ever since I can remember wrestling was all I wanted to do. I could have fallen into the slum and let it eat me up but wrestling gave me an escape and I have been doing it since I was 16." Claire was impressed by his desire to do better for himself and his passion to do what he loved to do for a living. "Do you have a wife, girlfriend, kids?" "No time, I am working my ass off right now, touring, training, and just trying to succeed in this company. It takes a lot of work and focus. This job doesn't leave a lot of time for a personal life."

Claire realized that being too close to Dean was not such a good idea. He was staring at her lips and she realized why, she was biting on her lip again. His blue eyes were chillingly dark. She made a move to leave and he grabbed her gently. "You don't have to leave Princess; I am not going to attack you, unless you want me to." Claire blushed but didn't think it would be much of an attack if she was willing. She was flirting with danger. She gazed into his eyes, they were so hypnotic. He was so overwhelming; she could feel the intensity in his eyes. She was nervous and she began biting on her lip again. He leaned in closer to her but slowly, giving her time to run away but she stayed still as he kissed her lips gently. He licked her lips coaxing Claire to open her mouth and when she did he invaded her mouth with his tongue. Claire moaned from the sweetness of his kiss. He tasted of delicious strawberries. And their kiss turned more feverish with each flick of their merging tongues. He lifted her up and placed her on his lap, straddling him but she still kept some distance between their bodies. His hands cupped her face as she clutched a t his shirt. The kiss seemed to last forever when he pulled away from her.

"We have to stop now." Claire knew that he was right but she didn't want to stop. It had been so long since her husband had touched her and after tonight, she never wanted to touch him again but she was starving. Her whole body felt so alive, she felt more alive in this moment then she had ever felt in her life. "I don't want to stop Dean, I want you now." This was the most brazen she had ever been in her life. This was so knew to her but she was no longer a sweet, shy girl. She was a woman who knew she needed some passion in her life, even if it was just for this one night. "You have been through a lot tonight, I am not sure you are thinking clearly. I don't want to take advantage of you." "You aren't. I know what I am doing. You still think I need a shrink?" "I think you have been through a lot and are not thinking clearly. You are not a one night stand type of girl and I can't offer anything more to you." "I am not asking you to, I am married remember." "Which is why this is not a good idea Claire." Dean said. "I have been a dutiful wife for 16 years and what I walked in on tonight just proved what a stupid fool I have been all these years. I haven't had sex in almost 2 years and before that it was just mediocre. He wanted kids from me and that was about it and to look pretty. I was too young and stupid to see that. I do not need a shrink, I think I am seeing more clearly right now then I have ever in my life." So am I some toy you are using to make your husband jealous or angry?" Claire pulled back and glared at him. "NO! I would never tell him about this, are you crazy? He would probably kill me or beat me senseless. The humiliation alone would probably drive him to lock me up in the cellar and give me only bread and water." Claire was appalled; she had forgotten how rude he could be. "I am, or maybe was attracted to you and found you quite sexy up until a second ago. If you are not attracted to me that's fine, I am a big girl but don't treat me as some cold, calculated schemer." Claire was mad and she had enough of him for one night. She was going to get off of him when he grab her butt and pulled her hard against his chest.

"I think you can tell just how attracted I am to you right now." Claire could definitely feel the big bulge up against her stomach and she couldn't help but to gasp with shock. "I am sorry if I offended you but not about making sure you know what you are getting yourself into. Maybe it's my own insecurities kicking in; Women like you don't usually go for men like me. I am not polished, well spoken, and when I do so it's usually with my fist. You are more then desirable and how you could think I am not attracted to you is beyond me but if you tell me you know what you are doing and you want to do this, and then I will believe you." He placed a light kiss on her lips and then looked into her eyes to see what she was going to do next.