Things had been weird for a week. Dean had tried calling and texting Jada but she never answered. He couldn't get to her on Raw because Brock was there. Now SmackDown had rolled around, and she was there alone.

Like Seth, Roman and Dean, she was supposed to only be on one brand, but seeing how she and Alexa were women's tag team champions, they jumped from brand to brand. This Sunday they would be defending in a fourway against another team from Raw and two teams from SmackDown. With Roman and Seth on each brand, they put the feud between the former Shield members on both brands as well. After Sunday that would change once a winner had been found.

Alexa had a match against Naomi that night. Jada had been ringside to back up her partner. Everything had gone according to plan. Dean enjoyed watching Jada fight. He had made sure to catch every show over the last three years so he wouldn't miss out on any of her matches.

As usual with this mega feud building, the three former Shield members closed the show. This time Jimmy and Jey had butted in to try and help their cousin Roman, and Seth and Dean had joined forces for a short while to take down the other three men. The fans ate it raw.

After the show he went back to his hotel room. Only two days away before the big blow up at the PPV. Roman vs Seth vs Dean. The Shield collides again. Something the fans thought they would never get to see again. Knocking sounded on his door, and he figured it was Roman or Seth. He went to open and was surprised to find Jada there.

"Jada?" He asked.
"Can I come in?" She asked.
"Of course," he answered.

He stepped aside and she entered the room. She kicked off her shoes and walked further in. His eyes dropped to her ass. She was wearing a short, light purple dress. He wanted to tear it off her body and take back what he stupidly walked away from years ago. She turned around and he moved his eyes back up. She gave him a look telling him he had been caught. He just smirked in return.

"You know I'm gonna look," he shrugged. "I've always looked when it comes to you."
"I know," she said.

She pulled the dressed over her head, and he swallowed at the sight of her in a set of white, lace underwear.

"Jada?" He whispered nervously.
"I don't wanna talk, Dean," she said.

He crossed the floor, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her. He opened her bra and sent it to the floor before moving her over to the bed. He placed her down on her back, and moved down between her legs. He pulled her panties off and settled between her legs. He ran his tongue up between her folds and hummed lowly. Just as he remembered. He buried his head between her legs, held on to her thighs, and gave her all he had. She moaned and scratched her nails over his head. He let go of one thigh and instead pushed two fingers inside her. As wet as he expected. It never took long when he went down on her. He moved his fingers in and out at a good pace. She squirmed around on the bed and finally fell apart. She arched her back and cried out. Nothing had ever sounded that beautiful before.

He got out of bed and undressed as quickly as he could. He was fast between her legs again, kissing his way up her body until he found her lips. He kissed her passionately while pushing inside her. Their hands roamed each other's bodies as if it was their first time together all over again. He broke the kiss and looked at her. Tears were running down her cheeks, and he tried kissing them away while they slowly rocked back and forward.

"I missed you so much," she said.
"I love you, Jada," he said. "Don't cry. I'm here now. I'm so sorry, killer. Please, don't cry."

She kissed him again and ran her nails down his back. She arched her back again and cried out a second time. Her walls caving in felt too good and he couldn't keep going. He came too and held still. He lifted his head and looked at her with a smile on his face before rolling down next to her and pulling her into his arms.

"Stay the night," he said.
"I gotta clean up first," she said.
"No, stay in bed," he said.
"Do you wanna sleep in the wet spot?" She asked.

He lifted his arm and grinned as she slid out of bed. She went to the bathroom to clean up. She came back minutes later, and he wrapped his arms around her again. Three long years and he finally had her back in his arms. It meant the world to him.

"You gotta stop calling and texting. One day Brock's gonna see it," she said.

Just like that the moment was ruined. It was easy in his world. Leave Brock and be with him. It was different and not easy at all in her world. Brock was an angry man who was used to getting his way. She could leave but she could never truly get rid of him. Even if she pleaded to be put on SmackDown instead, Brock would demand from Vince that she stayed on Raw while Dean was sent to SmackDown. She would have no other protection than Seth, and Brock would probably demand Seth being sent to SmackDown as well. Brock would make sure she had no one, and he would always be waiting around every corner.

"Tell me to do it and I'll kick his teeth in," he said.
"Are you already desperate to leave this place again?" She asked.

He tightened his arms and pulled her as close as he could.

"Never," he said. "I'm never leaving you again."
"Do you know what brand they'll put you in after Sunday?" She asked.
"Not yet," he said.
"You need to be on SmackDown. You're safe with Roman," she said.
"I can fight my own battles," he said.
"Not against Brock," she said. "You need to be as far away from him as possible. He's angry that you're back because of our past."
"And future," he smirked.
"Don't fucking joke about this," she said.

She pushed her way out of his arms and put on her panties. He sat up as she put on her bra as well. The dress followed fast and she walked back to put on her shoes.

"You're actually leaving?" He asked.
"I knew coming here was a mistake," she said.
"Brock's not here until Sunday. He won't know," he said.
"This isn't about Brock!" She yelled. "It's about you and me and everything that we once had. It's about me not being able to move on and stop loving you, and here I am jumping right back on the dick of the man who hurt me like I've never been hurt before. What the fuck is wrong with me?"
"I'm sorry!" He said loudly.

He stood up and walked towards her. She opened the door and looked at him.

"What? You don't think I'll chase you down the halls naked? Try me, killer," he smirked. "This is gonna make headlines if I get caught."
"Don't you dare," she said.
"Stay," he said.

He took a step closer and she shook her head no.

"Don't," she said. "If you chase me down like a fucking maniac, I'm never gonna be with you again."
"I love you," he said. "Close the door and let's talk."
"I don't wanna talk. I need to think. I can't think straight around you," she said.

She walked out of the room and closed the door after her. He ran to the door and opened it. She turned around and stared at him with wide eyes.

"I'm not chasing you," he smirked. "I'm just watching you walk away."
"Put that thing away before someone sees it," she said.
"What thing? This thing?" He asked.

He grabbed his dick and stroked it. She let out a carefree laugh that he had longed to hear. In that moment nothing else mattered. Just the two of them goofing around like in the old days. She shook her head no again but she kept the smile on her face.

"You're a maniac," she said.
"I'm trying my best," he grinned. "Are you sure you don't wanna come back in?"
"I gotta go," she said. "Sleep tight, Dean."
"You too, Jada," he said.

She got into the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, he closed the door to his room and leaned his back up against it. He couldn't stop smiling. She might have left but that didn't erase everything else that had happened tonight. It was one giant step closer to getting her back.

He would not back down because of Brock. If anything, that only made him want to fight harder for her. He had wronged her. He had hurt her. He had done so many things he wasn't supposed to do, but he had never laid a hand on her. He had loved her so much that it hurt, but he had never stopped. He would never stop.