Time we reward Lauren for being such a good fiancé and also time that Dean gets seen by a medical professional...sort of…
LunaticxLass, Kelly is the best and she's so much fun to write too. Everyone needs a hard swearing, kick ass best friend. Can't wait for you all to meet Dean's mom either but we've still got some wrestling drama to go before we get there and then what happens in this one too!
Mandy, Roman said 'hi' to you? Ooh you lucky thing! I totally love portraying him as the wise and laid-back perfect older brother type. Who wouldn't want a big brother Roman in their life?! My mum is doing as well as can be expected I guess, a slow but steady recovery.
Wolfgirl2013, Thank you, a little bit of loving in this chapter (because they deserve it) then lots of drama and chaos in the next one!
Labinnacslove, Well, I have to give them some happy times occasionally. Good to have Roman in the mix too because sometimes our two crazy kids needs to have a voice of reason! I'm even nicer to Dean and Lauren in this chapter too *wink wink*
Ohana1337, Awww, late night reading is the best (especially with a sneaky hot chocolate I find!) Roman and Lauren are fun to write and I feel that they have an even closer bond now that they are Dean's only people. They needs to look after their boy!
Minnie1015, Big old family hug! I have to say I kind of miss Seth chirping at them, but then I have the AUs for that and also Seth might not be so totally lost to them… Happy to bring shirtless Dean back too as many times as you want as describing that is never a hardship!
Skovko, Thanks for the title love, I was worried to wouldn't fit in the box. This title is much shorter! Dean's mother is just such an unknown quantity though! Plus Lauren needs to build a lifelong relationship with her (or try to) so the pressure is on!
ShieldGirlBecky, I agree that having Seth taken out of the equation (sort of) means that Roman gets more story time to himself and I'm loving having the big guy coming more to the front in this one. Roman and Kelly are officially the best best friends ever!
Here comes Kelly then...
Role Playing
"Sweetie, I'm pretty sure you have nothing to worry about," Kelly snorted at me from over the phone and I could practically hear her rolling her eyes at me as I sprawled across the hotel bed lying flat out on my front,
"Why not?"
"Because honey, everybody loves you, I mean I'm pretty sure my own mom loves you more than she loves me, in fact the last week she called me Lauren three times in one morning – ,"
I laughed at her sarcastically,
"No she did not."
"I'm not even kidding."
"Awww, your mom loves me."
From over the line my best friend issued a grunt and then let out a sudden sharp hiss of agony and a long string of expletives that I could only hope weren't aimed at me.
"Fucker, shit, fuck – ,"
"Um, Kel?"
"My child bit me."
"Do I want to know where?"
"Well I'm breastfeeding so take a guess, I swear this kid has it in for my nipples."
I winced and then rolled over onto my back before using my free hand to cup each of my own girls like having to simply hear about it might make them fall off or else shrivel up into my ribcage and hibernate for a while which I knew for a fact that my boyfriend wouldn't like.
Fiancé.
"Ugh – ," I groaned in frustration and there was a pause on the phone,
"Laurie honey are you breastfeeding too? Because if you are you need to fill me in here, unless its Dean in which case you can leave the specifics out."
I snorted in amusement then shuddered at the ickiness of the thought of him suckling milk from my teats, because some things would never make the pages of my sexy notebook and baby play was pretty much at the top of that list besides necrophilia, bestiality and threesomes. I bit back a gag then cleared those thoughts from my head.
"I keep forgetting to call him my fiancé."
"So why is that a problem?"
"Um, because that's what he is."
It seemed a pretty simplistic dilemma so I couldn't really figure where my friend had gotten lost and in return she sighed with an air of long suffering and then gave me the equivalent of a big verbal shrug,
"Okay but I mean it's hardly surprising since you guys have this thing about not telling anyone."
"We can't though," I replied,
"Because of Stephanie and Hunter?"
It had been months since we had referred to the latter as my old man because he had thrown that privilege out of the window when he had sided with the guy who had tried to pin me down and had then made the choice to hound my fiancé like Dean was somehow responsible for our rift and had frankly begun to act like a megalomaniac instead of the man who had helped to give me life.
"Yep, because of them."
"Well then all the more reason to make things work out with your new mother-in-law then."
"But what if she hits me?"
"Why would she hit you?"
It was possible I had forgotten to mention that part and so therefore I couldn't really blame the bewilderment blowing back in waves at me over the phone. I still had one hand over my breasts protectively but tightened it a little as my best friend cursed again and then ploughed on like maybe blathering inanely would help to take her mind off the teeth-on-nipple pain.
"Roman said to watch out for her right hook."
Kelly barked at me,
"Well that sounds fun."
"No it doesn't it sounds horrific."
I pouted in response like an overgrown child because I honestly wasn't sure how to respond to a person who refused to like me like I was worried his mom would. People always liked me, it was my special super power and in my twenty seven years it had never failed me once. I mean even those people that I wanted to hate me had pretty much merrily shown their interest anyhow and that list of notables included Bray Wyatt and the much loathed and bastardy Randy Orton as well. In short I had no clue how to be hated or about being punched by an alcoholic mom.
Kelly read my mind,
"Sweetie she won't hit you, Dean won't let her fist come within a mile, I mean for god sakes he practically throws a full on bitch fit if you so much as accidentally break a nail, you really think he would let his mess of a mother hurt you?"
I blew out a breath feeling idiotic,
"No."
"Well there you go then, besides, you should be happy."
I frowned,
"Because my fiancé has an alcoholic mom?"
"Because you two are in the first flushes of romance and still meeting families and finding information out and stuff instead of being stuck at home with a baby and so tired that you don't have the energy left for sex."
I gaped,
"No way."
My best friend was sexually insatiable and it was a fact that anyone within a ten mile radius knew. From pretty much the second our teenage bodies had developed Kelly had been off putting her curves to good use while I had still being trying to work push-up bras out and attempting not to giggle when a boy caught my eye. For her to therefore be too tired for sexy time was basically like her telling me she had a wasting disease and I genuinely felt a little bit panicked or like the mole people had stolen my best friend away.
"Way," Kelly grumbled, "Last night we tried role playing to see if it would put the spice back in and Brent fell asleep when he was pretending to clean my pipes out."
"Um, is that a euphemism?"
"He was being a plumber."
"Oh."
"So seriously sweetie," Kelly continued, "Don't sell this whole meeting-the-parent thing short."
Behind me the threshold to our room clicked open and I looked up with a giddy smile as my fiancé trampled in, looking beautifully ruffle-haired and a little bit sticky in a way which made particular parts of me begin to buzz and which was possibly further inspired by Kelly and her incessant nipple patter and the role playing stuff.
Role playing –
Hmmmm.
Dean and I had never actually tried that and suddenly I was keen to make up for that oversight and actually had to bite on my lower lip a little to stop from giggling in excitement at the thought.
"Laurie?"
"I'm here."
Dean briefly looked over and then blinked in confusion at me lying on the bed at which point I remembered I was still clamping my breasts firmly like someone had attempted to whip them off and so blushing a little I moved my arm away from them and then tried to sound casual,
"Fiancé's back, better go."
"Look at you," Kelly chuckled, "You didn't call him your boyfriend."
"Good luck with your nipples."
Dean lifted a brow and still had it raised by the time I hung the call up since he was totally baffled by the topic of our chat and evidently who I had even been talking to as he then made pretty clear,
"I'm guessin' that wasn't room service then?"
"Nope."
"Pity I've been meanin' to order some more nipples, you can never have too many of 'em you know."
"Uh huh."
He was standing shrugging off his newly reclaimed muscle shirt and once again I held my breath as his body fell into view because even after nearly an entire year of seeing it his golden chest and rippling outline would never not get me hot. I let my eyes track over him greedily like some sort of poor refugee starved of his love and then lowered my gaze to the band of his sweat pants hung recklessly low on the curve of his hips and following the groove of his abdomen made my chest hitch in a bubble of sheer happiness I couldn't contain. Dean snapped his watch off absently,
"We still showerin'?"
"Not yet."
Because I had a better idea and so scrambled off the bed with a sudden need to get started that took him by surprise with a curious blue eyed blink.
"Princess, what's goin' on inside that pretty head 'a yours?"
I crossed the room towards him and put my finger to his lips, leaning in against him yet not letting myself get closer because I was itching to kiss him but knew it would probably kill the game and also the kinky little character I was building and trying to inhabit.
"Shush, you're supposed to be in bed."
"I'm what now?"
I pulled him by one arm across the bedroom and then turned him around before suddenly pushing him back and he cursed as his legs hit the edge of the mattress and sent his unbalanced body into a heavy sit on the bed.
"Oof – the fuck?"
"Do you want me to take your temperature now?"
It turned out that my man tuned into things pretty well, because the next thing I knew he was beaming back up at me and even chuckling a little like he couldn't believe his luck or quite possibly he couldn't believe his crazy life partner or more than likely on that front a mixture of both.
"Is this you givin' role playin' a shot here because I gotta say Princess that's pretty fuckin' hot."
I lost character briefly,
"I'm being a nurse."
"I figured."
He was lying on his back looking up at me with a teasing expression but it also looked happy and borderline hungry too and that spurred me on to clamber up onto the mattress so that was I straddling him but which then very nearly went wrong when I leaned in too far and so fell in on top of him and pushed the wind out which made him cough and grunt a little,
"Oops."
"Princess – ,"
But luckily I wasn't put off by the set back because instead I simply cupped his ridiculously handsome face and then leaned myself forwards ghosting a whisper across his forehead,
"I'm checking your temperature remember?"
I kissed his skin and then held my lips to his mildly clammy hairline revelling in the scent of workout perfume which I possibly should have been wrinkling my nose at but was actually sexy when it belonged to my man and so I inhaled it deeply as he mumbled a little.
"How am I doin'?"
"You're hot, you're so hot."
"Is that your professional opinion?"
"Uh huh."
Beaming at me wickedly he reached up and hooked my shoulders which he then used to shuffle my position back down so that the two of us were lying face to face with me on top of him so he could look into my eyes instead of at my chin.
"You are fuckin' crazy you know that?"
I blinked at him,
"Um – ,"
"Don't ever fuckin' change."
Before I could grin or otherwise at his sentiments he tipped his head up and caught me in a sudden burning kiss, paying me back for the surprise role playing and including a cheeky little tongue slip to help which instantly traced a warm wet path along my lip line, glossing side to side and making me feel hot in a way that was totally and irresistibly beautiful and left me utterly breathless when he finally stopped.
"You know there's a better way to check my temperature don't you?"
I blinked back at him feeling dazed and utterly loved,
"Huh?"
"Gotta put it under your tongue to get a good readin'."
I rolled my eyes in long suffering,
"How romantic."
"But – but I'm all sick here, look."
He coughed pathetically into his knuckles in what was obviously his own attempt at becoming a character in our kinky little show but which was mostly simply him peering up at me in hopefulness and such a happy beam that his dimples appeared. Poking the tip of my pinky into one of them I hummed at him resentfully and furrowed my brow,
"These have to go because they're too cute to be legal."
"What do?"
"Your dimples."
"I have dimples?"
"You didn't know?"
For a second I thought that he had to be kidding me because how could he have managed to live for basically three decades and never have found out about his cutest feature before? Well, one of the his many myriad cute features but ones that were pretty near to the top of that list. Instead however he pulled a face and then shrugged his shoulders so that they scratched at the bed linen and briefly rumpled up the sheets.
"Never really look at myself when I'm smilin'."
"Well then you should because you're stupidly adorable and your dimples make me seriously want to eat you with a spoon."
Blue eyes sparkled,
"I kinda like the sound of that."
I suddenly remembered I had been working my way down and so shuffled a little until I was hunkered across his kneecaps and with a pretty perfect view of his beautifully prone form. His grey pants were patchy with sweat in certain places and the waistband was moist as I teased my finger beneath the brim but the whole sensation only added to my flutterings and so I continued my kinky nurse character with a poorly held back grin,
"Hmmm, I think we should probably check your pulse now because at this stage it's important to make sure you don't too excited and stuff since that's known to put additional pressure on the heart muscles."
"That so huh?"
I nodded back,
"Uh huh."
Luckily crazily large parts of my teen years had been spent swooning over various physicians on ER and so therefore I could at least talk up a good assessment and hopefully even put on the moves to match. Running my hand in over his crotch area I cupped him through the material of his pants then shook my head,
"Uh oh, looks like someone is too excited."
I wasn't even kidding about that since there was a tell-tale bulge beginning to harden and to help that process further I massaged it with my palm, rubbing the heel of my hand slowly up it in a leisurely little movement that made him moan and then reach out, hooking his forefinger in the balcony of my sports top and then using the motion to pull me in towards his mouth. I met him enthusiastically in a fully lips-parted smacker and then giggled as the finger that had pulled me in close again burrowed in deeper until it was squeezed between my breasts like some sort of bear hunkering in for the winter but tickling me too until I laughed across our kiss.
"Princess, you fuckin' complete me you know that?"
"You're a horrible patient, do you know that?"
But the clash of our lips was so wet and irresistible that I toppled in again until I was stretched over his abs and which not only brought me in close to his features but meant that I could start to slowly rub up and down with my hips in a grinding action that made me feel like a teenager but one who knew what she was doing for once. Dean cupped my ass and then squeezed a cheek firmly before using his palm to help me rock against his bulge as I began to set up a fast little rhythm that worked pretty well at getting results.
"Fuck."
"Your patient notes say – ," I paused, "Um, I'm running out of health puns."
Dean shook his head,
"Don't need 'em anymore, Princess I'm gonna – ,"
He sounded completely breathless which was fortunate for me because increasingly so was I as the back and forth rubbing and the rising sensation between my hip bones conspired to burn calories like the treadmill never had and although I strongly doubted the teenage dry humping would send me over, the slow build towards it felt heady nonetheless. Dean reached up and ploughed his fingers through my hair suddenly before cupping my whole head to bring it in for another kiss and was still trying to tangle up my tongue like a hook-a-duck when he grunted bodily and then spasmed a little bit. He also swore blissfully beneath the tremors.
"Oh fuck."
I waited a second for him to ride out the ecstasy and then propped myself back up onto my hands, hanging in over him and grinning like an idiot as I took in his post-high grogginess,
"Good news, you're all cured."
Dean snorted at me,
"I love this fuckin' hospital – like – gimme one of those comment cards because this place is gettin' full marks and yes I would totally recommend you to friends and family."
I swatted him,
"Hey."
"Okay, too weird, only to friends."
Blowing out a sigh of sudden happy weariness, I pillowed myself in close to his chest and then hummed as I felt his arms wind tight around me like he was trying to press me in through his flesh or possibly absorb me through some form of osmosis or like some body-swap alien which would have been kind of weird but on the plus side allowed me to give thanks for the reality that he was totally back to normal and not brain damaged or too hurt. It had certainly been touch and go on that front twelve hours earlier and remembering it made me mumble.
"I'm so glad you're okay now."
He kissed my crown,
"M' sorry I scared you baby, but trust me, gettin' pressed into the crotch of a big red monster and planted on my head wasn't how I saw shit goin' down, like, that big asshole came outta nowhere – ,"
"I was worried that I wouldn't get my wedding after all."
Dean blew a huff out that teasingly ruffled at my features,
"Nah, pretty sure that's still goin' on, 'cos if it isn't then I wasted – like – four months worth of wages on that sparkly bit of metal wrapped round your finger there."
I gaped at him,
"Four?"
He had never mentioned the expense of the ring to me probably because it would have taken the romance out, or possibly since he knew that I would more than likely have panicked about him having spent so much of his hard earned cash on me and sure enough on that front he was prove right completely by me looking at him wide-eyed and pretty overwhelmed. He lifted his head to kiss me sweetly,
"Worth every cent of it baby believe me, besides, I figure it's like a long-term investment thing."
"Um, me or the ring?"
"You y' moron."
"Oh, that's good then."
I began to absently stroke his chest, running the tip of my finger across the outlines and prodding at his muscles like I couldn't believe they were real and essentially settling myself into the moment like I was planning to stay there for the next thousand years, spread like a throw rug over my boyfriend –
Damn it.
"Dean?"
"Mmhmm."
"When can we tell people we're engaged? Because I keep doing this thing where I forget to call you my fiancé and it's driving me crazy having to keep it all in."
He grunted a little and then shuffled himself upright and I slid from his abs with a hurt sounding puff because his shifting forced me to also sit back up again which was ten times less comfortable and reassuring than his chest and because I had wanted to stay snuggled for way longer although we probably should have trying to get ready for the show.
Dean pecked my forehead,
"Not like I fuckin' planned this, but I figure the longer we can keep this hidden then good, not give that family a' yours ammunition or a reason to come after you, need to keep my baby safe."
He stood up suddenly and pulled me up with him and I stumbled to my feet in an awkward little move, but then barely had the time to regain my balance before he squatted low in front of me and tipped me in over his back so that my whole upper body was hanging over his shoulders and the unexpectedness of which made me let out a squeal,
"Dean – ,"
"New role play," he grinned as he turned us towards the bathroom and then carried me still protesting like some sex starved caveman. I prodded his kidneys in protest,
"What role play?"
Dean beamed in reply to me and although I couldn't see it since I was upside down and staring at his beautifully smooth back, I could hear it in his tones of borderline laughter and it gladdened my heart,
"It's a special kinda one, where I'm gonna pretend to be a grizzled old wrestler with a fuckin' way too perfect for my ass fiancée who sits up with me all night and strokes my hair back when I've been pummelled and helps me shower and then listens to me when I talk crap an' generally makes my life worth livin' so probably deserves a little bit of her own special love – ,"
I bit my lip and then held back a giggle which bubbled out regardless,
"Oh."
I liked the sound of that.
Next chapter we're back to the ring again and good news (or bad news) Seth is back! Plus Lauren may end up saying a little too much...
