Dean wasn't sure when CJ had found the time to go shopping for a Hall of Fame dress, but she had somehow and she looked phenomenal in the floor length piece. Black was definitely a color she pulled off well, and he couldn't help but swell with manly pride when it finally clicked for him that she was his all night. Seth was doing Axxess stuff so he couldn't attend the ceremony, and Dean felt that this would be the night that he would finally take CJ for his own.

"Are we going to head out, or are you going to keep- are those Walnuts?" CJ had to switch topics when she caught sight of his shoes.

"I was gonna wear my black ones, but-"

"Not with that suit, honey." CJ cut him off as she crossed their hotel room and fixed his tie for him. "I am so glad that you didn't do anything with your hair."

"Does that mean I'm getting lucky tonight?" Dean asked with a smile, dipping his head to peck her lips. Her heels gave made the dip more bearable than usual, boosting her from 5'6" to 5'10", but it was still six inches that he had to cover. "Do you need a coat?"

"I will not need a coat and you just might get laid tonight. Can we go now?"

"Somebody is excited." Dean teased, making sure to grab their room key as his eyes followed her figure out the door. Form fitting dresses were a gift from God, and seeing CJ in one that hugged every curve so perfectly was a gift from God especially for him. He just knew it.

"Jake the Snake, Dean. Jake. The. Snake. How can I not be? Not to mention Lita and Ultimate Warrior." CJ rambled as Dean caught up and took her hand in his as they walked towards the elevator. "Do you think he brought Damien?"

"Sadly, sweetheart, I don't think he brought Damien. That'd be fucking cool, though. How are you rocking heels with your ACL torn?" Dean asked as they stepped into the elevator and she smiled up at him.

"I'm barely managing, so shut the hell up about it. But this is my favorite night ever; I'm going up bask in the awesomeness, try my hardest not to cry, and I'm going to look good doing it."

"I don't like you being in pain, but I like seeing that smile too much to fight you on this." Dean admitted, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you, Dean."

Throughout the ceremony, Dean watched CJ carefully. He could see the relief on her face once she had finally taken her seat because it meant that she was resting her knee. Standing around on the red carpet was killing her, her knee even gave out once while she and Dean were talking to an interviewer. But he had a tight hold on her waist at the time and somebody had walked by at the perfect moment so it just looked like she was nudged slightly.

He watched the presenters while they spoke, but always looked to her so he could gauge her reaction. She smiled throughout the whole ceremony. Even when tears were welling up in her eyes, she was smiling. Seeing that smile was a beautiful thing to him. It showed just how much she loved the Hall of Fame ceremony. He had never seen her get excited over anything to this extent before tonight, not even when she had won the championship. So seeing this come out in her was something that he was happy to see, especially when she reached for his hand while Paul Bearer's sons spoke for his induction.

"Doin' alright?" He murmured in her ear as she accepted a tissue was handed to her by somebody nearby. She only nodded, gently dabbing at her eyes before whispering a thank you to whoever handed her the tissue.

"I'm fine. These speeches always make me remember that I have a heart and I hate crying in public."

"Even the queen is allowed to cry." He whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek, giving her hand a gentle squeeze in the process. CJ could only nod, leaning into him a bit as she kept her eyes on the stage. She felt that having Dean there was a blessing in disguise, and she was grateful. Bum knee or not, Dean was definitely getting laid tonight.

"What do you think Seth is going to say when he sees the pictures of us together at the ceremony?" CJ asked as Dean carried her down the hall to their room and he shrugged. He had to set her down to dig through his pockets for their room key, and she leaned against the doorframe to keep her weight off her knee.

"I really don't want to think about him. It's kind of a boner killer." Dean admitted as he opened the door and guided her inside, keeping her hand in his until they were in the room.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled, shutting the door and locking it while he removed his suit jacket. He placed his hands on her hips and she wrapped her arms around his neck. They just looked into each other's eyes, noses touching, and their lips barley centimeters apart. One of her hands slid down to loosen his tie and he as quick to help her get it off of him.

"It's okay." He whispered before pressing his lips to hers. The way he quickly took control of the kiss told her enough, and she loved the way he liked to control the kiss. His tongue probed her mouth as their affair escalated in passion and he backed her towards the bed. Once she was laid down, her hands moved from his hair to start undoing the buttons on his white dress shirt. He lifted her enough to pull her hair out of the bun it was in while she pushed at his shirt. He wiggled it off before kicking his shoes off and CJ started to unbuckle his belt. He pulled away before she could unbutton his pants and she looked up at him in confusion.

"Dean-"

"Patience, CJ. It's all gonna be worth it." He chided, climbing off the bed and kneeling in front of the bed. He carefully removed her heels and stood, carefully pulling her to her feet. The way she looked up at him made him feel like the king of the world as she held into his shoulders, almost trying to get a grasp on reality as he slowly pulled the zipper down on her dress. Once it had fallen to pool around her feet he looked her up and down, nodding in approval before he laid her back down.

"I think the pants have to go, so we're even." CJ suggested and he complied, quickly unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to the floor with her dress before he hovered over her. He kissed her neck before biting down on her smooth skin, getting a soft moan out of the blonde while he marked his territory once more until he was satisfied and started to kiss down and along her collarbone before heading down to breasts, still contained by her strapless bra. Her back arched into his touch and he slid one hand up her back to her bra clasp and made short work of the lace contraption before he eagerly put his mouth to work on her left while his hand played with the right. She wasn't sure how long he tended to her breasts, but she wasn't upset when he abandoned them to start moving south again. His fingertips dipped into the waistband of her lace boyshort underwear and slowly pulled them down, revealing her glistening heat. He dragged a finger up her slit, trying to get a feel for how wet she was and deciding if more foreplay was necessary before he could get what he wanted.

"I'm still in shock that you go commando." CJ mumbled as he moved to hover over her.

"I don't like wearing underwear under dress pants." Dean informed, pressing his lips to hers as he slowly slid into her waiting heat, pulling back to watch her face carefully as she adjusted to his size. He couldn't believe how tight she was. "You're so fucking tight, CJ."

"For some reason you always get me during a drought." She joked before kissing him once again and he took that as the incentive to start moving. He pulled out until only the tip remained, then slowly pushed back in. He wasn't sure how long it would be before CJ begged him to go faster, but he was going to enjoy the slow pace for as long as he could. He had waited so long for this moment, and he was going to savor it. He knew she was enjoying it by the way her lips were slightly parted, her eyes had fluttered shut, and every time he slid home a contented sigh would leave those perfect lips of hers. "I thought you were a beast in bed?"

"I've waited too long to get you into bed and I want to savor this."

"Faster. Just a bit." He complied and she moaned, further fueling his need to pleasure her. He just loved the sounds she made. Especially since she was making them for him and not his best friend. He kept at it, rolling his hips into hers and he pressed his forehead to hers. She maintained eye contact with him the whole time, but didn't hold back her moans. He liked that. Every so often he'd peck her lips, but his main focus was working magic with his hips.

Her nails dug into his back, telling him that she was close to hitting her orgasm. So he started to thrust faster, guiding her uninjured leg to his waist as his hips slapped into hers.

"Fuck, Dean!" She cried out, arching her back as her walls tightened around his length and he slowed down the pace of his thrusts gradually, riding it out with her. "Why did we wait so long to do this?"

"I dunno, but I'm not done with you just yet."

"Good." But both heads turned when Dean's phone rang, the ringtone unfamiliar to CJ but Dean knew exactly who it was.

"This had better be good, Rollins." Dean mumbled as he pulled out, not even bothering to get off the bed to reach for his phone. "What?... The fuck do we need to have a meeting for?... Whatever... Yeah, I'll be there... Five minutes."

"You have to go?" CJ asked, sitting up when Dean let out a sigh.

"Yeah. I don't like it, and I think Seth just formulated some shit because he was jealous." Dean muttered as he got out of bed to pull on a pair of briefs and dug through his suitcase for a pair of pajama pants.

"Don't beat him up about it, and toss me your shirt." CJ requested, smiling when Dean brought her the shirt and pulled her into a kiss.

"I'm going to kill Seth."

"Only you're not because he's your brother. Go to your little meeting, I'm not going anywhere."

It all had happened so fast, Dean couldn't react in time to stop them. CJ was working on auto pilot again and somehow managed to retain after drop kicking Naomi while AJ had the Black Widow locked in, then landed the Lionsault on Naomi and got the three count on the Funkadactyl. Then a pissed-off AJ Lee locked in a half crab on CJ's hurt leg which resulted in his girl repeatedly smacking the canvas in submission to get the psychotic diva off her injured leg. What made it worse was that the lights went off and once they came back on about a minute later a pissed off Bray Wyatt had his foot firmly planted on CJ's hurt knee while Paul begged for them to let her go. That's when Dean rushed to get out there to save her from the Wyatts. He wasn't expecting Regal to hold him back once he got to gorilla, though.

"This will be good for her, Dean. She doesn't belong here."

"What the hell are you talking about? You practically begged me to watch out for her and now you want me to stand by while those monsters decimate her?" Dean was quickly losing his cool, something Regal sense as they watched CJ receive the Sister Abigail maneuver and land ungracefully on that knee.

"It's what's best." Regal assured, relaxed as if this was all planned, triggering a suspicion in the United States Champion. "You'll have to avenge this injustice for her, won't you?" Regal suggested as the two stepped into a side hall.

"You're right."

"I'll speak with one of the general managers. I've got quite the pull around here, dear boy. I could make a Battle Royal come up out of nowhere. Just like that." Regal chuckled, snapping his fingers for effect.

"Battle Royals just like that, huh?" Dean asked, crossing his arms over his chest while a stretcher was brought out for her.

"Just like that."

"Are you the reason CJ had to defend her title in that Battle Royal a few weeks back? And that fifteen diva monstrosity that just occurred? Were you behind that, too?" Dean was shaking with anger now that the truth was becoming clear to him. He had never felt so betrayed in his life.

"Dean, calm down."

"Answer me, Regal."

"This is bigger than you, Dean."

"But it involves her, so it involves me. You are going to answer me, William." Dean spoke lowly, grabbing Regal by the lapels of his blazer and shoving him against the wall. Regal knew that he was in a dangerous position: alone in a hallway with a pissed off Ambrose, who was dangerous enough when he wasn't in bad mood. "Or I will finally get what I wanted years ago and feel what's its like to ram your face into the wall repeatedly."

"Now, Dean, let's be reasonable-"

"Reasonable? I fucking love that girl and you want me to be reasonable!?" Dean, being in his state of rage, had no idea that he just admitted his true feelings for CJ out loud. But Regal heard him loud and clear. The Englishman wasn't generally one for feeling remorse over his actions, but he felt bad about what he had put Ambrose through. But on the upside, he had helped Ambrose find a woman that he actually wanted to be with for longer than just a one night stand. "How much of this was a fucking joke to you?"

"None of it, actually. If you'd only let me go, I would gladly tell you everything." Regal tried but Dean only pressed his hands further into Regal's chest, pinning him to the wall.

"I don't trust that and you know why I can't. You tell me right now, or I'd suggest you start looking into facial reconstruction surgery."

"Dean!" Seth called down the hall and both heads turned to face the two-toned superstar who stood at the end. "What are you doing? Why weren't you protecting CJ? How could you let that-"

"Regal told me not to. Go check on her, Seth, I have to take care of this." Dean called back, turning his gaze back to Regal.

"Rollins, you really shouldn't leave me alone with him like this." Regal suggested as he tried to worm away from Dean, who only tightened his grip on the Englishman's blazer.

"Regal?"

"Go be with CJ, Seth!" Dean ordered, pulling Regal off the wall and dragging him in the opposite direction of where Seth went. He was getting answers one way or another, and he was sure that Roman would love to be of assistance.