His alarm wakes us early the next morning. He groans as he reaches out and turns it off, putting his arms back around me quickly. "Comfortable there?" he asks. I nod, smiling down at him. I'm lying more on him than the bed. "Damn wet patch" I moan, putting my head on his shoulder and kissing his neck. He chuckles. "Yeah" he mumbles. "Ice melts. Who knew? Jeez Lor." I smirk, grazing his earlobe with my teeth again and getting the same reaction. "Mmmmm" he moans, throwing his head back and giving me better access to his neck. "Someone wants to play, I see" he murmurs. I nod, kissing my way down his chest and stomach before throwing the covers off him. I look up at him in mock horror. "Someone does, indeed, want to play" I smirk. He shrugs. "It's morning" he counters. "And my very beautiful, and very naked, wife is lying on top of me. So sue me." I shake my head, shifting my position until the slightest move will impale me on him. "Sue you?" I ask, looking him in the eyes. "Nope. Take advantage of you? Oh fuck yes!" We both moan as I slide onto him slowly. "Oh Lora" he moans, holding on to my hips and pulling me down on to him harder. I moan, throwing my head back. He shifts slightly, sitting up and attacking my exposed neck with light kisses. "Jon" I moan. "I know" he moans back. "Believe me Lor, I know. How the fuck have we got the energy for this now, after all night?" I put my finger on his lips. "Don't question it" I warn. "Just enjoy. I love you, Jonathan Good." "I love you too, Lora Good" he moans, grabbing my ass and holding me tightly against him as he rocks back and forth. "Jon!" I moan, gripping into his shoulders as he starts moving faster. "Don't fight it Lora!" he moans. "Fuck! Yes!" He kisses me hard, moaning as we both come together. "I love you" he pants. "So fucking much Lora. So fucking much." I put my head on his shoulder, not trusting myself to speak before I get my breath back. His alarm goes off again and he groans, reaching back and turning it off before lying down with me. "I really do have to get up this time" he whispers. "I got the damn media rounds this morning." I groan, holding on to him tighter. He chuckles. "Plenty of time for rounds seven and eight later" he promises. "Before we go to the arena. I promise." I nod, letting him go and enjoying the view as he walks to the bathroom naked.
He wakes me up kissing my head softly. I open my eyes and frown at him. "I gotta go" he whispers apologetically, smoothing my hair out of my face. "I'll be as quick as I can. You gonna listen?" I nod, smiling as he hands me my phone. "It's all set up for you" he says. "Your technophobe husband can actually do these things when he needs to." I smile and sit up, pulling him to me for a long, lingering kiss. "I love you Ambrose" I whisper. "Don't keep me waiting too long." He smiles. "Love you more Ambrose" he says. "See you soon." I nod and watch as he leaves me, lingering in the doorway before finally waving and closing the door behind him. I get up straight away, pulling on his shirt and busying myself making coffee until his interviews start.
"Joining us now" the DJ says as I walk out of the bathroom. "Dean Ambrose of the WWE. Morning Dean." "Morning" Jon replies huskily. "You'll have to forgive me, I didn't get much sleep last night." "Someone keep you up?" the other DJ asks. Dean growls furiously. "Really?" he asks. "Didn't you see what happened last night on Raw? Jeez, what kind of question is that?" "Sorry about that Dean" the original DJ says quickly. "For those who missed last night..." "Missed it?" Jon yells. "There is no excuse for missing it. I was the main event. With my wife. And that weasel Finn Balor." "As I was saying" the DJ says. "For those who missed it, last night the stipulation of the main event was if you lost, your wife would return to being valet for Finn Balor." "Wait up" the clueless DJ says. "So, you're telling me, that we've gone from guys losing their homes in games of poker, to a guy who lost his wife in a wrestling match?" "Poke fun why don't you?" Jon growls. "Go on, tell me I'm a failure as a husband, couldn't even keep my wife." "I didn't mean that" the DJ splutters. "I just, well, it's kinda absurd, don't you think?" "Believe me" Jon growls. "I'd love to sit here and tell you guys how it's not real, and how my wife is the reason I got no sleep last night. Well, she is the reason, but because she wasn't there with me. Have you got any idea of what it's like, trying to sleep knowing your wife is in a hotel room with another guy? It's hell. It's torture." The dj's agree with him before announcing a break. When they get back to the interview Jon seems to have calmed down.
"So" the DJ says. "We're here with the lunatic fringe of the WWE, Dean Ambrose. Dean, while we were on the break, we got to talking about being honest, and how sometimes it's not always the right thing to do. Like when a woman, like your wife, asks you if her butt looks big in a certain item of clothing, what do you say then? Do you be brutally honest with her?" "Always" Jon answers straight away. "And what would you say?" clueless DJ asks. "That's simple" Jon says. "I tell her no, she looks perfect, because, you know, she's my wife, and she always does." "For those of you who don't know" original DJ says. "Dean is married to Lora Ambrose, the newest diva in WWE, go google her if you haven't seen her. Dean, you've been married how long now?" "Thirteen months" he says without hesitation. "Best thirteen months of my life." I smile, turning the volume down as he starts to promote the Smackdown taping. He tells all about the rematch that's going to happen, and promises to win me back. "Lora" he says suddenly. "If that tyrant is letting you listen, I promise, I will get you back. I love you." "I love you too" I whisper, smiling. He's such a sap.