God! This man is doing strange, but amazing, things to me. I can't explain it, as soon as he touches me I'm on fire. "You're so responsive Lora" he groans, watching as my skin prickles into goosebumps wherever he touches. He undresses me slowly, taking his time, kissing my skin as he puts more and more on show. Finally, all I can feel is the rug beneath me, and his skin above me. He hesitates, looking me in the eyes as he slides into me, connecting us on every level possible. "Jon" I moan as he starts moving slowly. He kisses me softly. "Not a word" he moans. I nod, running my hands up his sides then back down, grabbing his ass and pulling him as far into me as I can get him. "Fuck!" he moans before kissing me again. We move slowly, together, and soon we're panting, and sweating, and moaning each other's names. He kisses me softly and shivers as he spills into me, leaving us both breathless. "Wow" I finally manage to mutter. He smiles. "That good huh?" he smirks. I shake my head, smirking back at him. "Just didn't think this rug was that soft" I say. He looks at me quickly, eyes open wide in shock. His expression is my undoing, I can't help it, he has me laughing in seconds. "Damn Lora" he whispers, kissing me. "I thought you were serious then!" I smile, shaking my head. "You're amazing" I whisper. He smiles. "Bed? Or stay here for a bit longer?" he asks. "Bed" I whisper. He nods and helps me up. "What the wife wants, the wife gets" he says, leading me to the bedroom.
I'm amazed to find him still in bed the next morning when I wake. I get up quietly, grab a shirt from the floor and hurry into the lounge so I don't wake him. I smile as I look around, seeing the remains of our so called date night. The coffee table is still against the sofa, the burnt out candles, the curtains drawn. I grab my phone and take a picture. "The morning after the night before #datenight" I tweet. I smile as Colby, Lex and Joe all favourite it straight away. I've just started cleaning when Jon's phone rings. I grab it quickly. Hunter. "Uh, hi, Jon's phone" I say, answering it. "Hi Lora" Hunter says quickly. "Can I speak to the main man?" "Sorry" I groan. "He's kinda still sleeping. Can I give him a message?" "Afraid not" Hunter says. "I need him at a local radio station to do some media, he's got an hour, do you think you could wake him and get him there on time?" "Sure" I say, watching as Jon walks into the lounge. "Give me the details and I'll let him know." Hunter explains everything to me, and I repeat it so Jon knows. I end the call and he groans. "Media?" he asks. "Now?" I nod. "He did say you've got an hour before you gotta be there" I say. He nods. "I'll hit the shower quickly" he says. "You coming, or staying here?" "I'll stay, if that's ok?" I ask. He nods before heading for the bathroom. I carry on cleaning, and the next thing I know he's in the doorway watching me. "Hey" he says walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me. "I just realised I haven't kissed my wife good morning yet." "Grounds for divorce, Mr Good" I whisper, watching as he smirks before kissing me. "Divorce is not an option" he warns. "I'd better go, it takes a while to get there. You gonna listen?" "Try and stop me" I say. He nods, heading for the stereo. He tunes it in to the station and hugs me again. "I love you" he whispers. "See you soon." I nod and wave as he heads out.
As soon as the door closes behind him I sit on the sofa, head in my hands. Why can't I say it back to him, now I know he means it? It was so much easier when we were just acting. Now there's actual feelings involved. Mine. His. Ours. I head for the shower quickly before his interview starts. I don't want to miss it. I can't miss it. They're just doing the introductions when I get back into the lounge. "Our guest this morning" the DJ says. "Is the lunatic fringe of the wwe, a certain Mr Dean Ambrose. Morning Dean." "Morning" he says, in his sexy, husky voice. "Sorry in advance if I'm not all that talkative, I've been out of bed literally for just over an hour, this is still early for me." The DJ laughs. "I guess date night was a success then" he teases. Dean chuckles. "Totally" he admits. "And I'm looking forward to the next one Lora, I know you're listening! You need to beat my effort." "What was your effort?" the DJ pries. Dean groans. "Ah man" he says. "I'm trying to portray this tough guy, ready to hype up Raw on Monday, the slammy awards, and the last Raw before TLC, and you make me spill details of my date night with my wife?" "Pretty much" the DJ says. "Besides, Lora kinda tweeted pictures, so it's not as if people don't know." Jon groans. "Those pictures were my idea" he admits. "Ok, so we didn't exactly make it out of the apartment for our date night, we had an evening in front of the fire, with candlelight, and a movie. Titanic, before you ask. But, we didn't watch it, if you know what I mean!" The DJ clears his throat. "I get ya" he says. "But Dean, that movie is over three hours long!" "I'm an athlete" Jon says. "I got stamina bro!" I laugh out loud at that. They give out the phone number for fans to call in and ask questions. I don't hesitate, I dial straight away.
"Our switchboard has gone crazy with fans wanting to ask you questions" the DJ says. I blank out the first few, until they get to mine. "We have an unknown caller on the line" the DJ says. "She doesn't want to give her name." "Oooooh a mystery lady" Jon says. The DJ laughs. "You're used to them, right?" he asks. "Nope" Jon admits. "There was never any mystery to me who I was dating." "Good answer" the DJ says. "So, miss mystery, what is your question for Dean Ambrose?" "If I could take you anywhere for date night" I say. "Where would it be?" Jon laughs as the DJ splutters. "The guy is happily married, miss mystery" the DJ points out. "Glad to hear it" I say, trying not to laugh even though Jon is having no such luck. "Guys" he finally manages. "This is my wife on the line. I'd know her voice anywhere." "So you gonna answer her?" the DJ asks. "Doll" he drawls. "I'd take another night like last night, no problem. I loved it. I loved being with you, no phones, no disturbances, just us. I love you Lora." "Awwww ain't that sweet" the DJ says. "Surprisingly romantic for a tough guy Ambrose" I laugh. He chuckles. A delightful sound. "Now that we've got you on the line Lora" the DJ says, catching me by surprise. "What are you looking forward to the most on Monday night at Raw?" "My husband kicking some serious ass" I say. "What else is there to look forward to?" "I paid her to say that" Jon says, half seriously. I laugh. "Indeed you did" I say. "I'll be looking to collect when you get home. So hurry." I hang up, hearing the dial tone through the stereo. "Oh my" the DJ says. "Guess we'd better wrap this up!" "Raw, slammy edition, Monday night" Jon says quickly. "I have no idea if I'm nominated, but if I am, get voting for me!" I hear a door slam and the DJ laughs. "Ladies and gentlemen" he says. "Dean Ambrose has left the building."