CHAPTER 6

"What are you having for dinner?" Dean drew confused looks from Roman, Seth and Cesaro as he seemed to be having a mushy conversation with Robin. Dean has never been the boyfriend type, but his friends saw him quickly transforming as he and Robin spoke on the phone more and more frequently.

"I'm just having some chicken stir fry and a glass of wine. Liv might come over for dinner if she doesn't have to work late." Robin's cheeks were hurting from smiling as she relished in the fact that Dean's raspy voice had become a staple in her evening routine.

"Well, you enjoy and I'll give you a call before I hit the hay tonight."

"Sounds good, honey."

"Later, Tweety." Dean hung up the phone with a smile before noticing his 3 car mates, including Roman who was driving, staring at him with a "WTF?" look on their faces. "What the hell's wrong with you guys?" Dean returned the stare to each of them.

"You got a girlfriend!" Cesaro blurted out.

"Yeah, man. You got it bad!" Roman looked at Dean's eyes through the rear view mirror and shook his head.

"Was Liv with her?" Seth was the only one not giving Dean a hard time because he was too busy trying to figure out what was up with Olivia.

"First of all, everybody shut the fuck up. Second, Rollins I told you I'm not spying on her for you anymore, dude." For the past two months, Dean had been asking Robin about Olivia and he was sick of doing Seth's dirty work. Olivia refused to return Seth's calls or texts and it was driving him crazy.

"Is it so bad to say you're feeling her?" Roman asked Dean. "She's a bad chick and for some reason, she digs your crazy ass." The guys all laughed except for Seth.

"I can admit that I dig her a lot, but she's not my woman or anything!" Dean looked out the window trying not to think about Robin. The more he tried to forget her, the more the vivid visions of her smooth mahogany skin were in his head.

Back in Pennsylvania, Robin and Olivia laughed over dinner about their special wrestler friends. Olivia had been spending a lot of time talking to Wade ever since they spent the night together in January. He had even sent her flowers and made a surprise visit to Olivia's job.

"Robin, I have a dilemma." Liv took a sip of her wine and braced herself on the table. "Wade told me that he's going to have a last minute build with Seth for the championship at Wrestlemania since Randy Orton got hurt." Robin slowly lowered her glass and set it on the table.

"Get the hell out of here! Does Seth know you're seeing Wade?"

"I don't think so. I haven't talked to Seth since Pittsburgh. I don't feel like I owe him any information about my personal life!" Olivia refilled her wine glass and guzzled it quickly.

"You don't owe him a damn thing, girl. I'm just wondering how long you can turn Wade's backstage invitations down. You can't hide from Seth forever, Liv." Robin placed her hand on Olivia's shoulder before clearing the table.

"Do you think I should call Seth and get closure? It's not like we were in an actual relationship."

"No you weren't, but I saw the way the two of you looked at each other. You had deep feelings and maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but Seth has been getting Dean to ask me about you." Olivia's hand dropped from her wine glass onto the table.

"What?! Are you kidding me?" She stood and paced the dining room for a few moments. "What am I supposed to do, Robin? I'm really starting to care for Wade and he actually puts forth the effort to show me that he wants me. Am I supposed to risk all that to find closure with Seth?"

"You need to do what's best for you, Liv. If you don't want to tell Seth anything, you don't have to. Just do your thing, but stop hiding from him!" Robin laughed as she playfully tapped Olivia's shoulder. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Wade invited you to Wrestlemania in a few weeks. Are you gonna go?" Robin studied Olivia's face and could tell she was searching for an excuse not to go.

"Wade mentioned taking me to some of the events that weekend. I'm just not sure." Olivia hung her head.

"Stop it, Liv! You've got a fine ass, 6'7 British man who is crazy about you! I love you to death, but if you don't want him, I might have to climb that tree!" The women laughed as Olivia lightly kicked Robin's chair.

"Now Robin you know you only have eyes for a certain 'Lunatic Fringe'!" Olivia gazed at Robin's face to get the real deal on her and Dean. Robin covered her face before finishing her glass of wine.

"You got me there, Liv! It's been a while since a man has had me sprung like this!" Robin reached for the bottle of wine.

"I never thought I'd see that day that a man would tame your freaky ass!" Olivia tilted her glass towards Robin so she could fill it one last time.

"Who said anything about being tamed?!" Robin filled each of their glasses. "I'll never be tamed, but let's toast to men who know exactly how to lay the pipe!" The two women laughed again and toasted for one last time before calling it a night.

Later that night as Robin prepared for bed, she heard her phone ring and saw that it was Dean.

"Hey you." She slid under her covers after turning the lights off.

"Hey there, Tweety. Are you all ready for bed?"

"Yep. I just got under the covers."

"I wish I was there with you." Dean seemed to be whispering and Robin picked up on it right away.

"Why are you whispering?" Normally Dean's voice automatically made her wet, but not that time. He was clearly hiding something.

"What? I'm not whispering. I'm just leaving the arena and I don't want everybody in my business. That's all."

"Since when do you care what other people think?" Robin gave her phone a confused expression as if Dean could see her.

"You know that's not my style, Tweety." Robin could hear some kind of commotion over the phone.

"That's exactly why I thought it was weird that you were whispering." There was silence for a few minutes that pissed Robin off and made her want to hang up the phone. "Look, Dean. You seem preoccupied or something. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight!" Before Dean could respond she hung up her phone.

She was absolutely pissed. Her mind automatically went to him being with Renee and her giving him a blowjob while he was on the phone with her. Just as she calmed herself down by repeating what had become her mantra, "He's not your man!" she heard a knock at her door. It was almost midnight, so she grabbed the baseball bat from behind the sofa.

"Who is it?" She yelled with aggravation in her voice.

"Why don't you open the door and see, Tweety?" Only one person in the world called her Tweety. She quickly unlocked the door and flung it open.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She embraced Dean, but thought about her appearance for a second. She was wearing a long night shirt with a picture of Tweety Bird on it. She picked it up shortly after Dean gave her the nickname. "I look like crap!" She tried to smooth down her hair and cover her face so Dean couldn't see her.

"Stop that! You look tasty, as usual!" He pulled her hands from her face and placed them around his neck as he went in for a kiss.

"Seriously, Dean…what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Baltimore for Raw!" She pushed him back on to the sofa and straddled him.

"I skipped out after my match and jetted all the way here to satisfy my craving for some chocolate." Dean kissed her thrusting his tongue into her mouth and simultaneously lifting up her night shirt discovering she wasn't wearing any panties. "Do you even own panties?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"I think they just get in the way." She returned his kiss and slipped the shirt over her head.

"That's my Tweety!" Before they knew it, they were rolling around on the couch. Needless to say, Robin attempted to wake up for work the next day, but Dean was very successful in getting her to call off.

Tuesday morning left Olivia with a few regrets about drinking so many glasses of wine with Robin last night.

"Uh, my head is killing me!" Olivia searched her desk for the travel size bottle of Tylenol she typically kept at work. She heard her phone vibrating in her purse and reached to see who it was. "Dammit, Seth! What the hell do you want?" She thought to herself wanting to answer the phone and cuss him out. Instead of answering, she sent him a text.

"Seth, I don't know what you want or what you feel like you need to say, but you need to stop calling me! Leave me alone! Isn't one Pennsylvania groupie enough for you? Bye!" As soon as she hit send, her heart sank. She couldn't understand how he could be such an asshole in the first place. Seth sent her a text back almost immediately.

"I'm sorry, Liv. Please, let me explain Pittsburgh!" She tossed her phone back into her purse needing a moment to think about things. Just as she was thinking of texting Seth back, her phone vibrated again. It was Wade calling. He was right on time.

"Hi Wade." She said with a shaky voice.

"Hey Love. What's the matter?" Wade sounded like he was getting out of a car.

"Oh nothing. I think I just had a bit too much to wine last night with Robin."

"Ah, girl's night, huh? I thought you sounded tipsy on the phone last night." She could hear the laughter in Wade's voice. "Well, take it easy and make sure to hydrate, Love." Wade's voice seemed to be bouncing as if he were walking or running.

"Are you going for a run or something?"

"No, I just got in the ring and I'm warming up to go over my match with Seth." Olivia's heart dropped and she found it hard to catch her breath.

"Oh…are you alone right now?" Olivia felt the beads of sweat forming above her brow.

"No. A bunch of guys are here. Seth just walked in. I'll give you a call later, Love." Wade hung up before Olivia could think of a reasonable response. For some reason, she felt nervous that Wade might say something to Seth about their interaction over the past few months. "Why should I be nervous? Why should I even care?" She tried to shake off the nerves and get back to work, but all she could do was think about Seth and Wade. It was clear that the rest of her day was shot.

Back in Robin's apartment, the Lunatic Lovebirds were just getting out of bed around noon. Robin had been trying to get up for hours, but with each attempt, Dean would wrap his strong arms around her and pull her back.

"Don't you have to be at the taping of Smack Down tonight?" Robin didn't want to seem like she was trying to kick Dean out, but the more he stayed, the more possessive she found herself becoming.

"Nope." Dean quickly rolled over and pulled Robin in to his body. "I have off tonight and I'm all yours, Tweety." With each kiss he placed on her neck, she scooted her butt back into his pelvis. Their bodies seemed to fit each other perfectly.

"Well, how about we take a shower?" Robin broke free from his grip and stood on the floor in front of him to make sure he saw exactly what she was proposing.

"Oh hell yeah! Let's go!" Dean sprinted into the bathroom and quickly turned on the water. "Get your ass in here!" By the sound of his voice, she could tell he was already in the shower. Robin was getting ready to join him in the bathroom as she heard his phone beep. It was a text message.

"Should I look?" Robin contemplated the blatant invasion of Dean's privacy. Before she met him, she would never even care who was texting a guy she was with, but he was different. She hated to admit it, but he was. She quickly picked up the phone and noticed Dean didn't have a password. "Of course this crazy motherfucker doesn't have a password!" She clicked on the message and saw that it was from Renee.

"Hey Dean. I'm gonna miss you tonight, but I left something on your phone to hold you over until we see each other tomorrow. Check your pics…" Robin could feel the rage building already, but she had to see what Renee was talking about. As she figured out how to access Dean's pictures, she could hear him calling her from the bathroom.

"I'll be right there, honey." She frantically swiped through his phone to see what Renee was talking about…and she finally saw it. Renee had left 2 naked pictures on Dean's phone. It looked like they were taken in a hotel room. Robin needed to know more! She returned to the text message and geared herself up to pretend to be Dean. She tousled her hair and adopted a crazy facial expression like his to get into character.

"Nice. When did you take those?" Robin knew less was more when pretending to be Dean. He never expressed too much emotion. No smiley faces or anything. She tried to muffle the beep as Renee texted back.

"I took them on Monday when you came to my hotel room before raw. I had to snap them while you were in the shower. Since I was already naked, the rest was easy ;)." Robin's blood boiled as she put the timeline together.

"This son of a bitch fucked her before Raw and shot to Pennsylvania to fuck me after his match!" At this point Robin wasn't just murmuring to herself. She was screaming at the top of her lungs.

"What'd you say, Tweety?" Dean was in the shower completely unaware of what had just taken place.

"Oh I got your 'Tweety'!" Robin stormed into the bathroom and flushed the toilet.

"Ahh! What the fuck was that about?!" Dean jumped out of the shower and reached for his towel. "What the hell's wrong with you?" Dean was pissed, but he smirked as he noticed Robin standing there completely naked.

"You fucked her yesterday!" Robin was so mad she didn't realize she hadn't given him enough information to know what the hell she was talking about.

"Huh? Tweety, you know I think it's sexy when you're crazy, but I have no idea what you're talking about!" Dean tried to walk towards Robin, but she kept backing up until she was back in her bedroom. She grabbed his phone with tears in her eyes.

"You fucked Renee on Monday before Raw?!" Robin threw his phone at him and ran to put her Tweety Bird shirt back on in the living room.

"What are you talking about? I didn't fuck Renee or anybody else!" Dean followed her into the living room with the towel wrapped around his waist. "You wanna tell me what the hell is going on?" Robin pointed at his phone before shoving him in the chest.

"Check your text messages!" Robin waited while Dean looked through the messages and then checked the pictures Renee was talking about.

"Wait, I never got this message."

"I know you didn't. I did while you were waiting for me in the shower!" Robin passed Dean to go back in the bedroom and throw his things in a bag. "You should really be more careful of who you leave your phone with while you're in the shower!" Robin barked referring to both Renee and herself. She stuffed his clothes into the bag he brought with him without realizing he needed to get dressed.

"You responded to her message pretending to be me?!"

"Yes! I did! I'm glad I did! That was the only way to find out the type of guy you really are!" Robin continued stuffing his things into the bag taking periodic breaks to give him the finger. "I knew you were fucking her, but to fuck her and then come fuck me a few hours later is just tacky!" Robin pushed the bag into Dean's naked chest. "Get out!"

"That's not what happened at all! This is fucking ridiculous!" Dean roughly ran his fingers through his hair and down over his face. "My room was across the hall from hers. She asked to use my phone because something was up with hers. I got in the shower, but it was my own shower in my own room!" Dean's head snapped as he realized he was explaining himself to Robin as if she were his girlfriend or wife.

"Oh yeah that's believable! I've seen the way she's all over you backstage!" Robin noticed a somewhat stoic expression come across Dean's face.

"Why the hell am I even trying to explain this? We had an arrangement, remember? I don't keep tabs on you and you don't keep tabs on me! I'd certainly never go through your fuckin phone!" Dean sifted through his bag to find a pair of sweat pants and quickly slipped them on. "You don't have to believe me, but I won't stand here for this shit! See ya toots!" Dean gave Robin a rough kiss on the cheek and left the apartment leaving her standing there in a daze.

Everything escalated so quickly and so many emotions were swirling through Robin. She was so upset with herself for losing her cool. Somehow she had forgotten her mantra "He's not your man". Looking down at her Tweety Bird t shirt, she wanted to call Dean back so badly, but she knew he was pissed and probably wouldn't answer her call. So, she just walked into her room and fell back on her bed. The fact that her sheets smelled like him certainly didn't help.

"Damn!" She felt tears welling in her eyes. For the first time since the 6th grade, she cried her eyes out over a boy.