"Where are you moving to?" Dean asked as he and CJ laid in bed early the next morning. She only made a noise of uncertainty and he hummed, gently rubbing her back. "Because you could always move in with me."

"Dean, the last time I moved in with a man he ended up turning into a totally different person and our relationship didn't last longer than two months." CJ stated, trailing her finger along his chest and stomach.

"I know. But I'm promising you something different. I'm not going to take you for granted, and a woman's touch wouldn't hurt my place."

"What woman's touch?" She asked with a small laugh, looking up at him. "The only decor I could possibly add is my championship replica."

"That's great. We can start a championship wall or something. I just want to come home at three in the morning and crawl into bed with you, not my pillows."

"Why don't we try getting into the swing of being an actual couple first, and then once we're both comfortable with the label and the public kinda knowing but not knowing too much we take that next step." CJ suggested, eyes scanning his face for a hint of aggravation at her suggestion. When she saw none, she smiled and kissed his jaw.

"That's a good idea. We wouldn't want to rush things." Dean mumbled his agreement, lightly scratching her back. "Maybe when we're ready to live together, we can go look at houses together?"

"Houses? I pegged you as an 'apartment for life' guy." She teased, smiling when he turned his head to kiss her.

"Nah. I grew up in an apartment and it wasn't too great. We're going to be a family in a matter of months so I want a house. Maybe there's a nice neighborhood just outside of Vegas that we'll be comfortable in."

"Not leaving Nevada?"

"Not at all and I'm not compromising. Taxes are stupid and I don't really get them, so I definitely don't want to pay them." He stated, looking down at her for any signs of a disagreement. She only smiled and pecked his lips, gently patting his stomach.

"That makes sense. I like Vegas. It's warm and not Florida."

"I hated being in Florida."

"Ditto. If I never have to go back, that'd be fine."

"Can I ask something of you, though?" Dean said softly, moving his hand to gently caress her stomach. "Can you move to Vegas or maybe a city in Nevada close to Vegas? I want you to be close to me and I want to be able to go to doctor's appointments."

"I'll definitely look around."

"Where are you going to stay in the meantime?"

"Adam wants me in Syracuse. Something about making sure Seth didn't emotionally scar me or something like that."

"I'll definitely be by next week if Adam will let me in."

"I'll talk to him. Chances are, he'll forgive you since we've smoothed things over. He just wants me to be safe and happy, I'm both of those with you."

"I can respect his position and I will, regardless of what he said to me in the past. Everything I said was unforgivable and the fact that you've forgiven me means the world to me, you beautiful saint." Dean spoke honestly, gently guiding her leg up to rest on his stomach. She smiled at his kind words, but couldn't help her curiosity at what he was currently trying to do.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna turn you into a sinner." He whispered huskily, pushing his shirt up her body so he could get easier access to her folds. "If you don't want this, tell me now."

"What about-?" She was stopped short by Dean putting his index finger on her tongue, his middle finger tapping her chin to prompt her to close her mouth.

"Big man sleeps like a rock and he can't see anything because of the blanket." Dean assured, pulling his finger from her mouth and sliding it along her slit. "He's not even facing us, angel. So I need to know now, yes or no?"

"Yes." Although she was curious about when he started calling her "angel", of all things, she decided to let the matter drop. Especially since the way he was teasing her was making her lose her train of thought. "Dean, please."

"Shhh. Don't say words, just enjoy what I'm doing to you, okay?" She opened her mouth to respond but thought better of it and nodded instead, enjoying the sexy smirk that settled on his face at her obedience. He carefully shifted her higher up on his body so he had easier access, and then plunged his finger into her entrance. Slow and simple thrusts of his finger was all he was doing and she hand one hand on his right shoulder while the other found his left bicep, both gently rubbing his skin while he delivered this slow torture. It was only a minute before he added another finger, but still thrust slowly, making sure to avoid that spot that would really get her going.

"Ambrose, I-"

"You must have a goldfish memory in bed." He teased, covering her mouth with his before she could respond to his comment. "Don't talk, just enjoy."

He wanted to see how long she could deal with the slow torture before demanding more from him, and was surprised when she just laid there and took what he was dishing out. He was impressed with how obedient she was and rewarded her by curling his fingers so they hit her gspot on every thrust, but kept the slow tempo because she couldn't get everything. The way her face pressed into his neck to muffle her sighs and moans told him that she was perfectly fine with that and enjoying what she was getting. But he knew she wanted more. There's no way she'd settle for all this and no sex. That just wasn't her style.

"Roman is right there, he could totally-" She started to protest when he abandoned her sweet torture to start pushing down his briefs, but he kissed her lips to silence her.

"Where's your sense of adventure, sweetheart? Everything is going to be fine." Dean assured as he laid her on her side, guiding his erection inside of her while he pressed his chest to her back. He stayed still while his hand gently massaged her hip, whispering assurances into her ear to ease her nerves. Once he got the nod to move, he made sure to go slow so that the bed wouldn't rock as much. Both sets of blue eyes were fixated on Roman's back, watching the steady rise and fall of his body while he breathed.

CJ's head turned to look back at Dean, to which he pulled her into a kiss to muffle her moans when he began thrusting faster and his hand moved from its resting position on her stomach to play with her clit. His other hand slid under the shirt to cup one of her breasts, gently kneading since he knew she was tender there.

"I love you." Dean whispered against her lips, ceasing all movements momentarily. "Please don't you ever forget that."

"I love you, too." She responded, fighting the urge to cry out when his thrusting continued and his finger went back to pleasuring her clit. Soon his other hand joined in, pinching and twisting her nipple the way he knew she liked, and she pressed her face into the pillow to muffle the moan that tumbled from her lips. He felt her hands grip his arms tightly, her nails digging deeper into his forearms with every thrust.

"That's it, sweetheart." He himself wasn't sure which of her actions he was egging on, but it all felt so good to him he didn't really care. Roman chose that moment to roll onto his back, making the couple freeze everything and Dean pulled the blanket up from their hips and to CJ's chin. It was a tense moment, but once Dean was certain that Roman was still asleep, he continued thrusting into CJ.

"What are you two doing?" Roman mumbled, opening his eyes to see both Dean and CJ staring at him.

"We were- uh-"

"Admiring your natural beauty in the moonlight." CJ covered, looking back at Dean before returning her attention to the skeptical Samoan. "He just couldn't figure out the least gay way to word it. I mean, his man crush on you is kind of obvious and so is my hair envy."

"It is?" Dean asked, uncertain of where she was going with this.

"Yeah, don't act like we didn't have this conversation a couple days ago, Ambrose. We should all definitely go back to sleep, long day ahead of us." CJ suggested, smiling at Roman and hoping he didn't catch that she was lying through her teeth.

"I'm actually going to go hit the gym downstairs. You two should get some sleep, though, you both look tired." Roman observed, sitting up in bed and looking to the couple as they exchanged a glance. "Especially you." He pointed to CJ, who nodded in understanding while watching Roman get out of bed and head into the bathroom.

Once the bathroom door shut Dean let out a sigh of relief before pulling out and laying on his back. He then pulled CJ to lay on her stomach on him and swiftly entered her, paying no mind to the surprised yelp that left her lips. She pressed her head into the crook of his neck as he thrust into her mercilessly, stopping only when the bathroom door opened and Roman walked out fully dressed. The two men waved to one another and once the door to the room closed, Dean rolled them so CJ was on her back.

Their lips met in a feverish kiss, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as his relentless thrusts picked up in pace. Dean couldn't fight the pleasured groan that left his lips at the pain she was causing him. It was just too perfect to him and he wanted more. He'd always want more.

"Come on, baby." Dean urged when she started meeting his thrusts, her walls tightening around his length. "That's it, cum for me."

"Hey, Dean, have you seen my- oh god." Roman groaned as he walked in, making CJ bury her face in Dean's neck in embarrassment as his hips stuttered against hers while his seed shot into her. "Nevermind."

"Oh my god." CJ whined into Dean's neck as the door shut, feeling him pull her into a sitting position so he could rub her back. "That's so embarrassing."

"Baby, it's okay. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like he didn't know that we have sex."

"But he probably knows that we were-"

"I'll tell him that I was a one minute man this time, if it makes you feel better."

"You'd take a blow to your masculinity for me?" She asked, cupping his cheeks and smiling when he rubbed his nose against hers.

"I'd do anything for you." Dean stated, kissing her softly. "Now let's go take a shower, alright?" CJ only nodded before kissing him again, letting out a small yelp of surprise when he managed to get them out of bed and carry her to the bathroom without stumbling.

Breakfast between the trio was a bit awkward, since CJ couldn't make eye contact with Roman due to embarrassment and Roman couldn't look either blonde in the eye for the same reason. Both ate with their heads down while Dean just looked between them in confusion. He didn't understand why the two were so embarrassed about their little "incident", since it wasn't the first time that had happened to anybody, but he knew that it wouldn't get less awkward unless they talked about it.

"So did we all silently agree to just not talk about it, or what?" He asked, bring the attention of his best friend and his new girlfriend up from their plates and up to him. "Because I'm really not liking the whole 'awkward breakfast' thing."

"I should've knocked." Roman mumbled and CJ's eyes widened.

"We shouldn't have been having sex since it was your room, too." CJ spoke up, making Dean's eyes widen.

"Bullshit. You're both fucking wrong. Rome you're acting like you got caught in the act with her, when you didn't even see her naked. 'Stina, babe, you have no reason to be embarrassed since you're not the one who made the experience short."

Both just stared at Dean, CJ surprised by how well he handled the situation and was still completely relaxed, while Roman was surprised that Dean would admit to being a "one minute man" the night before. But a small smile graced CJ's face when Dean picked up his coffee cup, looking between her and Roman as he took a drink.

"Eat your breakfast, darlin', babies are probably hungry." Dean stated, pointing to her plate. CJ nodded and went back to eating, grateful that he was so caring.

"Do you guys have a plan for tonight?"

"Call out Seth and Triple H. Again. Eventually we'll get the reaction we're hoping for." Roman stated before going back to his oatmeal and CJ looked between the two men.

"Which is?"

"A fight. What else?" Dean asked, winking at her. She nodded, picking her phone up off the table to see a text from Adam.

'I want Ambrose here ASAP. We need to have a very serious conversation about your relationship'

"Adam wants to see you ASAP." CJ said to Dean and he nodded, eating his breakfast casually. She knew that on the inside he was probably freaking out, but he was doing a good job of not acting like it.

"Then I'll definitely be there next week. Did you want to move your furniture into a storage unit in Vegas and take your clothes with you to Syracuse, or what?"

"I think my winter clothes can go to Vegas, I'm only gonna to be in Syracuse for a month at the longest."

"Are you gonna with her back to Iowa after the show?" Roman asked, looking to Dean. CJ's gaze also locked on the blonde, since they hadn't discussed this.

"Yeah. I have to make sure Seth doesn't fuck with her."

"I don't like not being out there with him." Dean mumbled from where he and CJ sat in the locker room. She only nodded, taking his hand in hers and gently massaging it. "It gives me bad vibes."

"Everything is going to be okay, Dean. Roman can take care of himself."

"I know, but still." Dean muttered, standing up and starting to pace the room, his fingers drumming against his collarbone as he did so. CJ could only watch, her eyes following his every move to make sure he didn't hurt himself. "Did you book our flight?"

"Yeah. And I called movers, they're coming for my bed and shit to take to Vegas tomorrow."

"They can just take it to my place and I'll get a storage unit for you." Dean decided, his pace never faltering. CJ only nodded, deciding to ask the question that was on her mind all day.

"What did Adam say to you?"

"Does it matter?"

"To me, it does." CJ said softly, briefly making eye contact with him before he looked away from her.

"He called me heartless, told me that I was a no good son of a bitch, a worthless excuse of human life, and that I was worse that both of our fathers combined." Dean spoke quietly, CJ nodding in understanding. It bothered her that Adam would go so low, but she didn't expect any less from him. "Those weren't even the worse ones, since I let him yell at me over the phone for an hour. That was how the conversation started."

"Dean-"

"Don't feel bad about it." Dean murmured, squatting down in front of her. "I broke your heart and Adam was kicking my ass for it like any father should. I deserved every word of what he said to me, and I appreciate that he said what he did."

"Why?"

"Because it made me realize just how much I loved you and how much of an effect I had on you. It hurt me to do, but I honestly felt like I was doing the right thing until Adam called." Dean admitted and she pushed his hair out of his face.

"Dean, what you thought then doesn't matter because you're doing the right thing now." She whispered, smiling down at him as he laid his head in her lap.

"You and the squirts are my everything, Christina." Dean mumbled, not bothering to look up at her as he wrapped his arms around her legs.

"What about wrestling?"

"Wrestling is third on the list. I need you and them more than I need wrestling."

"But I need you to have wrestling to take care of me and the squirts." CJ joked, scratching her scalp like she knew he liked as he chuckled.

"Bitch, you're going to have to get your own damn job."

"I'll write a book or do commentary for NXT or something."

"That involves you going to Florida, so no. Maybe we'll start up our own little wrestling school once you're ready to get back between the ropes." Dean suggested and she nodded with a small smile. "That way you won't have to travel with kids and can still wrestle."

"I like that idea. We've got plenty of time to play with it, too."

"Ambrosicho Wrestling." He stated after a couple minutes of silence passed between them. She let it bounce around in her head for a moment before nodding and gently patting his head.

"That's cute, I like that."

Thanks to ChelleLew, TaijiaK, angelsdee327, princessofdarkness2016, MulishaMaiden, Sarcastic Nightmare, and UntilNeverDawns for reviewing the last chapter! I appreciate it.