Someone in the World
Summary:What happens when you have nobody left? When there's nobody to look out for you except yourself? Harlan hits the road and finds the one thing she thought she'd never have again: Hope. A story of a broken family and discovering that family doesn't need to be connected by blood. Rated T. Some later chapters will be rated M with the introduction of a romantic angle.
Warnings: Strong language and violence. Also: scenes of a sexual nature. (A rating of M is posted at the beginning of a chapter)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction! It all came from my crummy brain. Any songs, cars, movies, TV shows, celebrities, known wrestlers, or even brands mentioned all belong to their respective owners. The only people I "own" are the obviously fictional ones, such as Harlan Grace Matheson, her family, Ray and any other fake characters that pop into this. As wrestling fans, I trust we all know who I made up and who is real...That reminds me, if anyone happens to have that exact name combination (Harlan Grace Matheson), sorry...It's pure coincidence and chance. I spent several days coming up with that name. Please don't take it away from me.
A/N, Warning: Sexy stuff ahead! If you don't like that sort of dealio, skip ahead to bold sentence!
"Come here" he growled, picking her up effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around him and he carried her down the hall and up the stairs; his hands slipped underneath her dress, squeezing her thighs.
He flung open the door to the master bedroom with one hand, kicking back to close it with his boot. He carried Harlan to his bed and dropped her gently, standing at the foot of the bed as he kicked off his boots.
"You're in my head, you know that?" he whispered. He climbed onto the bed and hovered over her, leaning down to capture her lips.
Harlan's skin felt like it was on fire. Her toes and fingertips tingled, and her entire body seemed to melt right into Dean's embrace. He sucked on her bottom lip, bringing a moan out of her. Arching her back, she pressed herself against him; she needed to be as close to him as possible.
A whine escaped her throat and her hands fisted the front of his shirt, pulling him down onto her even more. He broke the kiss and looked down at her with an unsure look on his face.
She looked up at him, breathless and face flushed with heat, "What's wrong?"
"How much did you drink?" he asked her; one of his hands snaking up her dress to caress her inner thigh.
"I'm fine. I swear I'm fully aware of things" she said, pushing against his chest. She scrambled out from underneath him, taking off the borrowed hoodie and throwing it on the floor next to the bed. Next, she slipped her dress over her head and threw it off to the side. She stood there for a second, in her bra and panties, before pushing him down onto the bed on his back.
"You said no last time. This time, I'm doing what I want" she whispered as she crawled up his body. Her hands grasped his belt, undoing the clasp and the button on his jeans.
He looked up at her as she was poised over him; her chest was falling and rising steadily with her excitement, and he groaned at the sight of those porcelain mounds hovering over him.
Massaging him through his pants, she looked up at him almost shyly before finally pulling his pants and boxer briefs down.
She felt a tingle between her legs as she looked down at his hardened member. Tentatively, she reached out and took him into her hand. Slowly, she pumped her hand up and down, her thumb occasionally massaging his tip. She kept the rhythm purposefully slow.
He let out an appreciative groan as his hips involuntarily jerked up towards her.
With a slight smile on her lips, she bent forward and took him into her mouth. Her long auburn hair cascaded around her, shielding her from his view.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the pillows. All he felt was her warm mouth around him; one hand massaged his base as her tongue twirled around him, hitting all the right spots. With strong and quick flicks of her tongue, she toyed with his tip, making him push harder into her mouth.
"Oh, fuck" he cursed, opening his eyes.
"Move your hair" he demanded, sounding short of breath.
Doing as he asked, she pushed her hair off to one shoulder. He watched her continue, taking in the way her lips wrapped around him; she tightened the seal around him and increased the pressure and speed. She wrapped her tongue around his hard shaft, reveling in his taste and the feel of him filling her mouth. She moaned against him, sending vibrations down against his hard cock.
"Shit, wait..." he warned her; she was bringing him closer and closer with each and every stroke, and he didn't want to get there.
Harlan stopped. She licked her lips and sat back on her heels, watching as he took a moment before sitting up to remove his boxer briefs and pants completely. Chucking them to the side, he took his shirt off and let it join the growing pile of clothing on the floor.
Turning towards her, he settled onto the bed on his knees and took one of Harlan's hands. Gently, he pulled her towards him.
"Lean your back against me" he said. She did, and he wrapped his strong arms around her. She shivered at the feeling of being wrapped up in him this way, loving the feeling of his skin against hers.
He kissed her neck and the tops of her shoulders as his hands massaged and caressed her body; his fingers burned trails across her flat stomach, down her sides, her hips and the insides of her thighs. Throwing her head back against him, she let go and lost herself to the sensations.
He unhooked her bra and she allowed him to take it off of her; he discarded it and cupped his hands around her breasts. His warm hands massaged her mounds, and she hissed as he tweaked her taut nipples. He let one hand wander down her flat stomach, down until he reached the top of her panties. His hand sneaked in beneath the lacy fabric and he cupped her between her legs; his fingers toying with her folds, teasing the sensitive skin.
"Oh god... I need you" she moaned, writhing against him. Her hips bucked and her head rolled from side to side against his shoulder.
He let one finger slip between her folds, trailing the length of her womanhood. She was beyond wet, and his finger moved smoothly against her fragile skin. Finally, he pushed into her opening, and she gasped. Her hands reached out to tightly grasp his thighs which sat next to hers; her nails digging into his skin as he pushed his finger deeper and deeper into her warmth.
His other hand reached around her body to sneak down and tease her clit relentlessly.
"Dean, oh fuck, Dean..." she mumbled incoherently. He smirked at hearing her sound so hot and lost in the moment.
He slipped a second finger into her as he bit down on her shoulder. She gasped, and he increased his speed; his fingers slid in and out of her in perfect time with the fingers running sensual circles around her clit. Once he felt the first tremor, he slowed and stopped altogether. Running his hands up her body, he cupped her breasts once again, and he whispered into her ear.
"Tell me what you want now" he said.
"I...I want you to be inside of me" she stammered, blushing and biting down on her bottom lip.
Gently, he moved away from her and she felt the mattress shift as he left the bed. She heard the sound of a drawer being opened, and then he was back in bed. She listened as he tore a foil packet, and she knew he was rolling on a condom.
"Turn around" he said softly, his gravelly voice sending new shivers down her spine.
She turned, and he caught her hand, pulling her towards him. Sitting back on his heels, he guided her to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He caught her lips in a slow and tender kiss as he reached down and positioned his hard shaft at her entrance. Without breaking the kiss, he entered her in one swift thrust.
Cupping his hands beneath her ass, he held her against him tightly as he pushed into her in slow and even thrusts. His tongue licked her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to him. He slipped his tongue into her warm mouth and their tongues twisted and caressed one another.
The slow and deliberate pace was wreaking havoc on Harlan; she felt her climax building slowly, and she felt almost desperate to reach it, but she didn't want the moment to end. It was like she couldn't get enough of him, but at the same time, her senses were overloaded.
"Dean, don't stop" she whined anxiously, breaking the kiss. Her hands burrowed into his hair, and she ground her hips against him, her back arching.
"Easy, easy" he whispered to her, making her whimper.
Keeping the slow and even pace, he bent his head and took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the pink bud lazily and gently; his hot breath warmed her and it nearly drove her over the edge.
"Oh my god" she breathed out as her body trembled and she began to feel lightheaded.
His fingers dug into her skin as he gripped her ass tightly, pushing himself deeper into her. While the pace remained slow, his thrusts became harder, more aggressive. Each and every deliberate thrust hit her in the right spot, and she tugged on his hair as she felt herself drop over the edge. Her back arched and her hands slipped from his hair and down to his biceps, digging into his skin.
She moaned as she rode the waves of her orgasm, his arms snaking up her back. He buried his face against her chest, and he released himself into the rubber. He groaned, his breath warming her breasts.
Still buried in her, the aftershocks squeezed his shaft, and neither one of them wanted to move. With a sigh, Harlan leaned down to nuzzle his neck, snuggling her face into the perfect nook between his head and his shoulder. She breathed in his scent, and placed soft and tender kisses against his warm skin.
Finally, she let her legs drop down to either side of him, and he slipped out of her. She sat back on her heels and watched him climb out bed and walk into the master bathroom.
He returned to his bed to find Harlan lying on her back, hiding underneath the comfy duvet and sheets. She looked up at him with an expectant look on her face, but he didn't miss the streak of fear in the gray depths.
Rummaging through his dresser, he pulled out a fresh pair of boxer briefs and a light pair of sweatpants. Slipping them on, he rummaged again until he found an old CZW t-shirt. He sat on the bed and turned, facing her.
"You okay? Here, you can put this on if you want" he said, holding out the t-shirt.
She pulled back the covers and reached out for the t-shirt, quickly slipping it on. Hugging her legs to her chest, she turned her head and leaned the side of her face against her knees. She watched him for a moment before sighing and closing her eyes.
"It's just that... this was amazing. It was beyond amazing it was so... I felt so close to you" she whispered.
He had to admit that both times with her had been way more intimate than anything he had done with anyone else. Sure, sex in general was an intimate act, but what they had done, twice now, wasn't just sex. Even though he had said so to Punk, he definitely wasn't "banging" or "nailing" Harlan.
"I know" he said, after a moment of silence.
She felt the mattress shift gently as he climbed into bed.
"Get over here" he said, forcing her to open her eyes. Looking over her shoulder, she saw he had propped up the pillows against the headboard, and he was sitting up with his arms out. He patted the space next to him, gesturing for her to sit next to him.
She crawled over and sat next to him, leaving a couple of inches of space between them. Without a word, he reached over and wrapped an arm around her shoulders; he pulled her closer until she was snuggled against his side. Tentatively, she placed a hand against his chest, and she was surprised when he placed his hand over hers, keeping her there against him.
I'm cuddling with Dean-motherfucking-Ambrose? Seriously?
"I'm fully aware of the fact that I should be saying all kinds of sweet things right now, you know, like making promises and all that happy shit" he said as he absentmindedly ran soothing, random patterns against her back with his hand.
"But I'm just not that guy, at least, I never have been. And I don't know what the fuck it is about you, but you're under my skin, dammit. I can't help wanting to be near you, touching you, seeing you and talking to you"
She held her breath and kept still, completely afraid that she'd somehow break the moment.
"I don't want to hurt you, I really don't" he said, looking down at her to gauge her reaction.
She stared up into his blue eyes and let her breath out. Feeling shaky, she tried her best to ignore the ball of nerves that had formed in the pit of her stomach.
"Isn't this perfect... I don't want to hurt you, either" she said softly, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"All I've ever done is keep everyone at arm's length, and I've never trusted anyone the way I've trusted you. It's like, from the day we met, I just felt safe with you. And that scares me, it really does... Sorry, this is so cheesy" she said with a nervous giggle.
Shrugging, he took her hand off his chest and intertwined his fingers with hers.
"So, what now?" he asked her.
"I...I don't know" she stammered, looking flustered.
He toyed with her fingers, and she watched as their hands turned this way and that. It brought a small smile to her face, realizing how something so simple felt so good, and so right.
"Why don't we just, you know, try this thing? See where it goes?" he said. He did his best to sound completely casual, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't anxious to hear her answer.
"Sure, why hell not, right? People like us do this sort of thing every day, or so I hear" she said sarcastically.
"I was being serious, sweetheart" he said, frowning.
Looking up at him, she saw that he had been speaking seriously. Her heart nearly stopped and her stomach tightened. As she took in his serious expression and the frown on his face, something in her just gave way. She realized that he was breaking his pattern, for her. Dean, of all people, was taking a chance, on her.
She sat up on her knees and swung a leg over him, straddling him. Surprised, his hands wandered to her thighs as he waited to see where she was going with this. She reached out and held his face in her hands, her thumbs gently caressing his jaw.
Leaning forward, she whispered into his ear, "Let's do this thing"