As I had predicted; Randy in his immature temper tantrum immediately went to my parent's suite and started banging on their door. There are a few things I know for certain about my parents; the first thing being don't wake them up in the middle of the night. The next is being careful what tone of voice you choose to use. Randy had woken up my parents; by the time my father had stumbled out of their bedroom and to the door, he had managed to stub his toe on just about every piece of furniture in the suite. He swung the door open, "What the hell are you doing Randy; it's the middle of the night! I swear to god; if you're drunk again and wandered here, I will kill you myself.
Randy suddenly realizing his mistake got very quiet. "I'm sorry for waking you H and I swear I'm not drunk. It is kind of an emergency though."
"Spill it Randy; what kind of emergency could possibly be important enough to wake us up?" My father grumbled.
"I was just downstairs; I went to apologize to Aurora for everything, she answered the door in a robe!" Randy whined.
"So what? My daughter answered her door in a robe in the middle of the night; she was probably sleeping, obviously she wasn't going to answer it in her sleep clothes."
"I apologized and asked her to dinner which she refused, again. She said she was busy and was trying to push me out the door, that's when I heard it!" Randy explained frustrated.
"You heard what Randy! For Christ's sake, get to the point!" My father bellowed.
"Ambrose's voice! It was coming from her bedroom! Ambrose was in your daughter's bedroom!" Randy dropped the bomb and I can only imagine what my father's face looked like right now. Randy knew though; his boss' face was beet red and pissed off.
"Ambrose was in Aurora's bedroom?" He asked again just to make sure he had heard correctly.
"Yes, he asked who was at the door. I came up here as soon as I left there; I knew you and Steph would want to know. She's obviously lost her mind." Randy answered.
"I'll take care of this, thanks for letting me know; now get out of here before you wake Steph up." My father watched Randy head back down the hall towards his room. He then made his way to my suite. This is one of those times when being my parent's child pays off; they forget children learn a lot, even just listening to conversations. Conversations about various subjects; like how my father never got caught by my Grandpa Vince while he and my mom were sneaking around together, sometimes they really do make this too easy! I knew my father wasn't going to knock on the door; he was going to get a key and let himself in hoping to catch Dean and me in the act. Well; I was three steps ahead of him already. When the door to the suite opened I was sitting on the couch. "Aurora! Come out here this instance!" He yelled.
"You don't have to yell dad; I'm right here. What can I do for you?" I said slightly annoyed.
"Where is he Aurora? Randy told me he was here!" He glared at me.
"Randy said who was here? I swear that man is such a whiner!" I looked at my father, who was busy looking around.
"Dean Ambrose; that's who!" He replied. I started laughing hysterically.
"Wait! Let me get this straight; Randy told you Dean Ambrose was in my room? I'm sorry Dad, but Randy is feeling rejected because I yet again said no to dating him and he's trying to get you involved by saying Dean Ambrose is in my suite. I've been right here, watching this movie and painting my toenails. I mean seriously, I told him I was busy. Look around if you want; Dean Ambrose is not in this suite, I think I would know if he was." I watched as my father searched the suite thoroughly. I continued to paint my toenails. There was a knock on the door, "Hey Dad, my toenails are drying could you just grab the door for me?"
"Yeah, sure." He grumbled starting to get pissed at Randy. He walked over and opened the door to find all three members of the Shield standing there. "What do you three want?" He looked specifically at Dean.
"Hey there! We just heard a rumor that there was a party happening somewhere here in the hotel; we figured it must be Aurora throwing it. Roman said.
"Yeah, she throws some wild ones we heard." Seth added.
"I think we got the wrong place guys; there is definitely no party happening in this suite, unless they are celebrating a funeral in here. This place is dead!" Dean said. I walked carefully towards the door trying to be mindful of the polish on my toenails and not getting any on the carpet.
"Hey guys; what are you doing here? Nope, no party here; I was actually thinking about heading to bed once my toes dried. That of course has been interrupted by my father here. You guys will get a laugh about this one; Randy told my father that Ambrose was here in my suite." I laughed.
"Wow; and just what was I doing in your suite, Princess?" Dean chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively.
"Gosh, I don't know. I'm not Randy; but knowing him you were up to no good in here." I smiled. "Oh and sorry to disappoint you three about the party; let me know if you find it though." I watched the three of them walk off and shut the door. "Well geez, if Dean was with Roman and Seth; it would be kind of hard to be in my suite wouldn't it." My father let out a growl.
"I'll be speaking to Randy in the morning about this; sorry that I was wrong." With that he turned and walked out of the door and into the hall. I was shocked; my father has never apologized to me for anything. Now the one time he does; I actually hadn't deserved it.
"Dad? I called after him. When he turned around and looked at me. "Thank you, for apologizing. It means a lot to me." He gave me a small smile and nodded; he then headed back to his suite. Fifteen minutes later a light knock on my door sent me over to answer it. When I opened the door, there stood Dean. He grinned at me; as I let him in.
"You are a very clever and sneaky young woman; remind me to never get on your bad side!" He stalked towards me; he put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to him rough enough that my chest crashed against his. Wrapping his hand in my hair; giving it a strong tug back and running his tongue up my throat, kissing me deeply once he reached my mouth. He untied my robe and pushed it off over my shoulders. I didn't mind the forcefulness he was using. "Randy made me wait; I hate waiting. I get antsy and very frustrated." He
informed me in a deep, raspy voice that sent chills through my body.
"Antsy and frustrated; now that is a big problem; how do you suggest we take care of that?" I mumbled back as I started nipping at his jawline.
"You can start by going to bend over on the arm rest of the couch; then I think we can pick up where we left off." He whispered to me. I turned around and headed to the arm of the couch. Smiling, I bent
over the arm; I let out a surprised yelp as he landed a slap on my ass. He followed the slap by rubbing the area. "I love your ass, princess; when you wear those tight jeans of yours. Drives me crazy!"
Dean reached down and teased me until I was breathing faster and moaning for him.
"Please, Please Dean; Please! Please stop teasing and fuck me!" I whimpered to him. I heard him chuckle a little, seconds later my back arched up as I felt him push inside me. He and I groaned in unison as
our bodies joined together. He didn't waste any time; choosing to thrust hard and fast into my pussy. He wanted to make sure we each got the release we were dying for before being interrupted by Randy.
"Oh god Dean, I love the way your cock fills me completely; you just feel so fucking good!" I panted out in between moans. "Mmm…harder Dean!" I moaned to him. Dean was more than happy to oblige my request. Putting his hands on my hips to steady me; he pulled all the way out and snapped his hips back into me. I cried out his name loudly. He pulled out and repeated move several more times. Both of our bodies' sheening with sweat; I gasped in surprise when his tongue ran up my spine. Dean snaked an arm around my chest, above my breasts and used it to bring my back to his chest, like he had earlier in the bedroom. As he continued to thrust into me I rested the back of my head on his shoulder.
"You're fucking beautiful Aurora; your body is just so amazing! I've never been with anyone like you before," His low, raspy voice helping to stir me up. The thrusts coming harder and faster now and I can tell that we are both close. He pulled out again and thrust in; reaching in front of us and rubbing my clit. The sweet friction was incredible and I couldn't take it anymore. I swear I nearly blacked out as my orgasm crashed through me. I saw stars behind my eyelids, I repeatedly cried out his name. Feeling like my entire body was tingling. I heard Dean swearing behind me; with one more hard thrust he cried out my name as he emptied his loan into me. I went limp against the arm of the sofa, breathing heavily. It was the second time this evening that Dean had made me cum that hard. I felt Dean go limp against my back, his heavy breathing next to my ear. "God Princess; see what you do to me? You tired darlin'?" I still couldn't form intelligent words, so I just nodded. He chuckled softly and picked me up bridal-style; carrying me into the bedroom and laying me down gently. He took off what clothes he still had on off. Dean climbed into the bed beside me and pulled me close to him; wrapping his arms around me. We both fell asleep very quickly.