The hot shower water was working wonders on CJ's sore muscles. Every inch of her body hurt in some way, from either her match with Chris or her extra curricular activities with Dean afterwards. It would always amaze her how physical their sex got when they were both nursing some sort of injury. In her opinion, they just got lucky that Beth and Adam had offered to hang onto Olivia for the night so that they could get some rest.
Although the water was great now, she knew that she'd be on painkillers all day to ward off the pain when her muscles started to tighten up again. That was something that she was not excite for, but she wouldn't be in a match that night so it wouldn't be too bad. She had gotten confirmation from Paul that she and Dean weren't going to be on SmackDown, therefore they'd be on their way home Monday night for some much needed R&R. She was more than just grateful for the break, but she'd feel better if they could get her championship back.
Fucking bitches. CJ thought, resting her head against the cool stone tiles that made up the shower wall. She was still fuming over her belt being stolen by an unknown culprit. She had a meeting with Paul, Vince, and Hunter to discuss measures of action to be taken against the culprit as they went over footage from her match to see who ran off with her championship. But she didn't want corporate measures of actions, she wanted to utilize her own "measures of action" because she was certain that corporate wouldn't authorize her beating the shit out of the culprit. Corporate would suspend the culprit and advise her to press charges, but that was being nice. She didn't want to be nice. She wanted to make them pay physically.
She finally got out of the shower after nearly half an hour, knowing that she needed to save Dean some hot water. Speaking of her boyfriend; he was still sound asleep in their bed, laying on his stomach with the blanket covering him from the waist down. He looked so peaceful and, as she walked towards the closet, she saw that his mouth was wide open as he slept on her pillow. She couldn't help but smile as she toweled herself dry, Dean was just so handsome. Right now, he was adorable, but he was always so handsome. She certainly was the luckiest girl in the world.
While her body was still relaxed, she slipped on her white blouse and buttoned a few buttons towards the bottom before sitting on the bed and rolling on her black nylons. What she wasn't expecting was an arm to wrap around her waist and pull her in, but she leaned back against her boyfriend with a smile and kissed his cheek.
"How are you feeling?" She asked quietly, nuzzling against his scruffy cheek and feeling his smile.
"Sore, tired, and madly in love with a fierce Canadian badass." He mumbled, getting a small laugh out of CJ. "Is it time for you to leave me already?"
"Just about. I love you too, by the way."
"Did you save me any hot water?"
"Of course I did." She whispered, biting her lip as her turned to lay on his side. It was quiet between them for a couple minutes, CJ now leaning back against his abs and playing with one of his large hands as they looked at each other. It was a silent conversation between them, both of them trying to convey to the other how desperately they wanted the other to be careful whenever they weren't together. The Authority made it clear that CJ was safe from them, but she wasn't safe from the rest of her division and they both knew that. But now Dean was a target for everybody. He wasn't safe anywhere these days now that Seth turned and he won the Intercontinental Championship. The shadow that belonged to a part-time Brock Lesnar wasn't always going to protect them. Heyman and his otherworldy influence couldn't even protect them.
"You know everything is going to be okay, right?" Dean was the first to speak, his hand enveloping hers and his thumb starting to gently stroke the back of her hand. "Like, we're going to be safe. Olive is going to be safe, and we'll get your belt back. Everything is going to be okay. I'll make sure of it."
"What about everything with your mom?"
"I don't want you worrying about that." He spoke firmly, making sure to hold her eye contact as he did so. "I'm serious, Christina. I've got that one handled."
"Alright." She conceded, but he could tell that she didn't like it. He could understand her need to protect him and make sure that he wasn't bearing all of their burdens, but his mother was something that she shouldn't have to worry about. She had other things bothering her that took up enough of her time already. She didn't need his money-hungry mother giving her headaches, too.
"I love you." He whispered, bringing her hand to his lips so he could kiss her knuckles one by one. "I'll get you that ring soon, I promise."
"There's no rush, Dean. How many times do I have to tell you, babe?"
"I know that you're not rushing me, but I want that claim on you y'know? Everyone looking at your left hand and seeing just how mine you are."
"Everyone can look at my Instagram and see how yours I am." She reminded, smiling over at him. He seemed to like her response, smiling as he sat up and wrapped his arms around her. An affectionate kiss was pressed to her temple that had CJ reaching for her phone to capture the moment. "That's too precious for social media. I love you too, by the way."
"I know you do, your highness." He whispered into her hair, kissing her head one more time before letting her go finish getting dressed. "Is that just for your meeting or all day?"
"All day. Paul wants us all looking professional at events and such if we're not wrestling. Like, we can go to signings and stuff in jeans and tshirts, but if we're at a show and not wrestling, then he wants us all in business casual or better." She explained as she zipped her skirt, making sure to smooth down any bumps caused by her tucked in blouse before heading to the nightstand dresser where two very important pieces of jewelry were. "Help me out?"
"Of course." Was his instant response, taking both silver chains and watching as she sat down on the bed so he had better access to her neck. "Hold your hair up for me."
It was quiet between the couple as he fastened the chain he got her for her birthday around her neck and the bracelet he got her for Christmas around her wrist. Neither wanted to spoil whatever moment that they were having by talking, either. Dean loved it whenever she asked him for help and he loved helping her, especially when it was doing this. He wasn't sure why, but there was something about putting those two particular things on for her that made him grin with manly pride. Maybe it was the fact that he bought those two things for her, or maybe it was the fact that she loved wearing them and would wear them whenever she could? Again, he wasn't sure.
"You're gonna be late if you keep finding reasons to stay just a bit longer." He chided, pulling her in for a kiss before she slid off the bed. "I'm gonna shower and then I'll let you know where Adam, Beth, and I decided to go for lunch."
CJ thanked him by kissing him one last time before kissing his forehead and heading over to where her heels sat by her suitcase waiting for her to slip them on. Dean was there and semi conscious when Brock had handed her the bag, and he knew by the look on her face that they were expensive ass shoes that she never would've bought just because of the price alone. He didn't know it then, but now that he got a chance to look at the bag that was left out he realized that they were Louboutins. Not that the name really meant anything to him, he'd heard some Divas throw it around, but he knew that it probably meant plenty to CJ. She may have acted indifferent to trends and high fashion, but the inner primadonna in her loved that shit.
"How much are those shoes before tax?" He asked, knowing that she had already looked them up.
"Too much." She chuckled, grabbing her phone from him before making her leave and leaving him to his own devices.
"You look to be maneuvering in those just fine, my dear." Paul complimented, a small box in his hand as CJ approached him near catering. She smiled, shaking his hand as she remembered her conversation from the night before with the Beast over the fact that she'd never be able to maneuver in heels that high. "I also got you a little gift to congratulate you on your excellent showing last night. Something that I do hope you'll make use of."
"The suspense is killing me, Paul." She laughed, accepting the box when he handed it to her. She didn't know what to do with all of the expensive gifts she was getting, they were making her nervous. Just looking at the beautiful watch in the box had her mouth drying nervously in record time. "You guys are spoiling me, here."
"As we should. You made history last night, providing yet another reason for the world to look up to you." The advocate spoke with a smile, fastening the watch around her wrist before taking the box back. "I'll hang onto it for now."
"Thank you kindly. I hope I fit the standard you set. I was gonna put on a blazer, too, but I wasn't sure that I'd need it."
"You look fine without it." Paul assured, gently patting her shoulder as they started walking down the hall together. Vince and Hunter were waiting for them by Vince's office for the night and she shook the hands of both men with her best smile as they congratulated her on her win the night before. As much as she liked being praised for kicking ass and having that "ruthless aggression" that Vince loved so much, she wanted to get down to business and find out who stole her belt so she could ruthless aggression all over their ass and get her belt back so she could show the world just who the gold standard truly was.
They all sat down in front of a huge monitor, CJ remembering to cross her legs as she leaned back in the comfortable office chair as Vince pressed play halfway through her match. Her eyes were watching the sidelines, scrutinizing every camera angle to make sure that she didn't miss anything. Sure enough, a little flash of green by the ring apron caught her eye and had her leaving the room in search of who she knew took her belt. But it didn't make sense to her.
Why would Hornswoggle want her belt?
CJ went directly to catering, wasting no time in grabbing the leprechaun by his hood and dragging him away. The little man was whining and begging him to let her go, but she wasn't letting him got until he told her where her belt was or who he gave it to. She really didn't like being so mean, but it had to be done.
"Hey, Cesaro, can I borrow you for a second?" She asked when she walked by the Swiss Superman, batting her eyelashes at him and smiling when he nodded. "I need to torture him for information."
"I'll carry him for you." He offered and she smiled as he lifted her captive over his shoulder effortlessly. "Why are we torturing him."
"He stole my championship. I was hoping that you'd swing him around a bit for me."
"No! No swinging! I'll tell you, I promise!" The leprechaun assured, but CJ wasn't buying it. "I gave it to Naomi! The Uso brothers told me that I could hang out with them if I stole the title that was rightfully hers!"
"Of course. Thank you for you assistance, Cesaro."
"Any time, CJ. Can I still swing him?"
"Go for it." CJ spoke with a shrug, patting Cesaro's arm as she started to walk away. "Make him pay for what he's done."
With that, she left Cesaro to do what he pleased with the little thief, loving the small bit of power she had due to half the company being slightly afraid of her. It worked well for her right now, and she'd use that to her advantage as much as she possibly could.
"CJ!" Natalya called from behind her and the blonde turned around to talk to her fellow countrywoman. Nattie wasn't bitter about losing at WrestleMania, and the two were still good friends despite CJ's new mean streak. Natalya herself had picked up a mean streak of her own and, if she wasn't so wrapped up with her husband and Cesaro, CJ would've wanted to be a tag team with her. "How'd your meeting with Hunter and Vince go?"
"Good. Hornswoggle stole my belt and Cesaro helped me get information on why."
"Really?"
"Yeah, the fucking Usos bribed him into stealing it because apparently Naomi was the rightful champion." CJ explained, nodding when Natalya rolled her eyes. "You have a match against her, right?"
"Yep. I'll make her pay."
"Thanks, Nat." CJ spoke with a grin, hugging her friend and kissing her cheek. "I've got to go get lunch with my babes and my family. I'll see you later."
"So," Adam started, looking across the table at his daughter to see that her attention was divided between him and her daughter. "The Usos paid Horswoggle with friendship to get him to steal your belt so that Naomi would have it because they're delirious in thinking that she's the rightful champion even after the ass kicking you gave her on Monday?"
"Precisely." She responded, giving Olivia a spoonful of her mush.
"And you know all of this because you kidnapped Horswoggle and got Cesaro to help you threaten him?"
"Yes." She answered just as confident as she did the first time, smiling as she wiped at Olivia's cheeks. "Too aggressive?"
"Perfectly aggressive. Your shit got stolen, you had every right to act the way that you did." Beth assured, smiling at CJ when she looked up to make eye contact. "And Nattie is going to beat that bitch's ass for you and you'll get your belt back."
"That's the plan." CJ spoke while nodding, knowing that Paul had a much different plan for that night. Apparently he'd done some negotiating with Vince and they were going to restore some class to the Divas Division. They'd see what true champions look like and how they act, and they'd all learn not to steal what doesn't belong to them.
After that conversation the rest of their lunch date went well, they took a lot of pictures together and even tweeted a few, before Adam and Beth had to catch their flight to rescue Adam's mom from Lyric duty. Dean held CJ's hand as they were driven back to the arena, trying to figure out why she wasn't totally pissed about the circumstances surrounding her stolen championship. She just seemed so indifferent to everything and it kind of bothered him a bit.
"Look at the watch Paul bought me."
"Its a sweet watch." He complimented as the car stopped and he watched as she unbuckled her seat belt before unfastening Olivia's car seat. "I'll take her out first and then I'll help you out."
CJ only nodded, watching as he got out of the car before handing him Olivia's carrier and scooting towards the edge of the seat. Dean set the car seat down on the ground beside him before holding his hand out for her to take. She had to admit that Dean was showing a lot of his gentle side today, taking the time to make sure that she was steady on her feet before picking up Olivia's carrier and taking her hand as they walked into the arena.
"Have I mentioned how handsome you look today?" She asked once they were comfortable situated in their locker room and in private. He looked up from his phone to smile at her, shaking his head to answer her question and watching as she moved from her seat to sit on his thigh. "Very handsome, my love."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm." She whispered, kissing his cheek while her hand stroked his other cheek. "Retain tonight and I'll let you break out the handcuffs."
"You brought them with you?" He asked with a smirk, his hand sliding up her thigh to her covered core. "My naughty girl."
"Only for you, honey badger." She whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe and smirking when she felt a particular part of his anatomy hardening quickly as his finger started stroking at her through her nylons and panties. "Baby, you know we can't right now."
"But we can later, once Seth gets here and is with Olive."
"Why can't we lock the door and just get off now? We have had sex with her in the room before."
"Dean..."
"We don't even have to get totally undressed and the locker room has a bathroom for cleanup."
"Just don't rip my tights, I don't have any others with me." She requested, sliding off his lap and toeing out of her heels so she could get to the door faster. By the time she had locked the door she already had him trying to push up her skirt while she was pushing down her tights. "Table, babe."
"I'm ripping these panties." He informed as he bent her over the table and delicately pushed her tights down to her ankles.
At lease he warned me this time. She thought to herself as she heard the fabric being torn away from her body. What followed was two fingers pushing passed her folds to make sure that she was ready for him. "Dean, please, before Olive wakes up."
She wasn't expecting to feel his fingers get replaced by his length so quickly, but she really didn't mind because they were on limited time. He was thrusting into her hard and fast, with one hand holding her hip tightly and the other holding her hair away from her neck so he could nip and suck at her sweet spot and mark her nicely tanned skin.
"I've been undressing you in my head since I watched you get dressed this morning." He mumbled against her skin just before biting down and having to move his hand from her hair to cover her mouth when she moaned. "Quiet, honey bee, we don't need everyone knowing what we're doing."
She could only nod, dropping her head onto the small table as her hands gripped the wood while she tried her damnedest not to moan again. Dean was groaning quietly in her ear, every so often whispering the dirtiest things in her ear which only turned her on more. She felt the coil tightening in her stomach and shut her eyes when Dean moved his hand from her mouth to push her left leg onto the table for a deeper angle before gripping her other hip and driving his erection into her spot repeatedly. She knew he was close and she was trying so very hard to stay with him but it all became too much and she found herself seeing stars in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
Dean wasn't expecting her to go limp as she orgasmed although it had happened before, but he pressed forward until he reached his peak before he realized that she had actually blacked out. That had never happened before and he really didn't know what to do so he just carried her to the bathroom and cleaned them up, taking the time to fix her tights and skirt before laying her down on the couch before going to unlock the door.
"We've got a treat tonight, John." Cole spoke excitedly, looking around JBL to the blonde as she put on her headset. "Its the Divas Champion CJ Jericho. Nice to have you here, champ."
"Its always a pleasure to be here with John and Booker." She spoke with a smile, fist bumping the Texan as they laughed together. "Doesn't Naomi look lovely with that belt that doesn't belong to her?"
"I don't know if you saw earlier in the show, but she didn't seem too pleased with The Usos' plan to steal your title." Michael pointed out, earning a scoff from the champion.
"But she still accepted stolen property and carried it down to her match with a smile on her face." CJ argued, looking to John for backup. "If she wasn't pleased, then why didn't she bring my belt back to me?"
"You do have a point, CJ."
"I have to agree." Booker T agreed, reaching across the table for his own fist bump from the Canadian. "This definitely wasn't the classiest move made by Naomi, but what else can we expect from somebody who is a member of the Uso family. They speak through their actions, they don't bother with being classy."
"But, Book, her father in law is a Hall-of-Famer. Is that not classy in some way?" Michael asked and CJ shrugged, but nodded nonetheless.
"Good for him, do you want a cookie for stating the obvious Cole?" CJ asked, looking around JBL to glare at Michael Cole. "But, he also earned that spot basically by rubbing his as in the faces of his opponents. Which, might I add, is something that the Usos have inherited in some form and that influence has rubbed off on Naomi. Heathens, all of them."
All three commentators listened to her rambling, not one of them arguing because they all knew that she was right in a way. She was quiet after that while they continued to call the match, she wasn't really watching the match though. Her eyes were on her title belt, her baby, and trying to figure out if it would be a wise move to try and steal it back from those heathens. Both Uso brothers were at ringside, which meant that she couldn't just walk up and take back what was rightfully hers even though she was certain that they were above hitting women. However, both Kidd and her good buddy Cesaro were at ringside supporting Natalya and she was certain that they'd back her up if needed if she did decide to take back what was hers.
I'll wait. Wouldn't want to unintentionally mess up any plan Paul may have. She decided, smiling and nodding her approval of Natalya taking down Naomi with the clothesline made famous by her Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart. The Sharpshooter followed and CJ clapped her approval as Naomi tapped out but Natalya kept the hold locked in to punish her for accepting stolen property. "Gosh, Nattie is such a good friend."
"And it looks like Cesaro is too." Cole commented, and CJ watched as Cesaro took her belt back and pointed to her. Neither of the Usos dared to step up and take t back, even making a path for Cesaro to get to her with having to walk all the way around to her.
"I believe this is yours."
"Thank you, my good friend." She spoke with a grin before turning to the commentary team. "Gentlemen, its been fun. Cole, not so much."
"Make sure you send me a couple pictures of your baby." JBL requested and she nodded with a smile as she removed her headset. She then shook hands with Natalya, thanking her friend for standing up for her in a way and rose her belt above her head as she headed back up the ramp to the backstage area. She wondered what Paul was so wrapped up in that he couldn't be ringside with her like usual, but assumed that he had to have been terribly busy because he was still in Vince's office when she walked passed.
"Hey, babe." She was greeted by Seth, who was beaten and bruised but somehow not broken, and couldn't help but smile. "You look good."
"Thanks. Are you coming home with us tonight?"
"Yeah, I dunno how Paul did it but he got me tomorrow off even though The Authority wanted me there."
"He's kinda magical. I haven't figured out how though." She gave her own "explanation" before laughing with Seth as they headed to the locker room where Dean was tending to Olivia.
"Its the suit. There's something in his suit."
"You think its a super suit?" She asked as she opened the door and he chuckled as he held it open so she could get inside. Dean looked up at them in confusion, but smiled nonetheless as CJ toed out of her heels while tossing her belt onto the table before she practically ran to get her baby. "Mommy missed you, sweet girl."
"She's missed you. Hearing your voice on the monitor but not being able to get to you was killing her." Dean explained, watching as Seth sat down on the other side of CJ and started playing with Olivia's feet.
"Aw, princess." CJ cooed, kissing her still adorably chubby cheek while Dean kissed the other one. "My feet fucking hurt."
"I'll rub them later." Dean promised, gently squeezing her knee before he got up to go get ready for his match. "Be good, you guys, and please stay put."
Another chapter that wasn't intended to be so long but is anyone really complaining about the length? Also, what did everyone think of WrestleMania? It turned out a lot better than I expected(still a bit sore over the ladder match) but I was so pumped to see Lana again and Seth! Fucking Seth got me a month without having to do any major cleaning or dishes because I made a bet with my boyfriend over that briefcase's fate. Thanks, Sethie, for being a winner! Now if only J&J could start matching their ties and stop driving me up the damn wall whenever I look at him...
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