Autumn suddenly felt excited, she had to get back in to the arena to see him again. Quickly grabbing some coke and popcorn for the boys she ran as fast as she could back to her seat.
"You've been ages, get lost? asked Iona. "I was getting worried."
"Something like that. Long story. Have I missed much?"
But she didn't listen to Iona's answer or to the boys shouting encouragement their hero because not five yards away from her, there he was. All 6 foot 4 of blonde Demi God, stood on the apron, his broad back to her leaning out trying to make a tag from one of his team mates. The crowd booed as the one with the long black hair tagged him and then all hell was let loose and he charged in to the ring, dominating his opponent with brutal violence.
He tagged in the black and blonde one, leaping towards him and slapping at his gloved hand then rolled quickly out of the ring. Climbing back on to the apron he turned and wound the crowd up, gesticulating and shouting at them. Autumn's eyes did not leave him, drinking in the sight of him, her stomach flipping with excitement...a pulse beating between her legs.. which she crossed. He turned again and this time caught her eye, Autumn gasped as his face showed a flicker of recognition and amusement.
The match went on and in the end the good guys won via disqualification (whatever that was thought Autumn) when the Shield fed up of playing by the rules a carried out a three on one assault on one of the tag team before John Cena jumped in and made the save and thus collected the adoration of the crowd as the Shield made their way up the ramp shouting vengeance at the ring. It was all terribly exciting now, thought Autumn!
As they backed up the ramp, he was in touching distance of her and she prayed that he would look in her direction again but it was not to be. They disappeared through the curtain and John Cena gave a speech and that was that. Time to go home.
Iona and the kids said their goodbyes and Autumn joined the hundreds of people piling out in to the night air. It was getting chilly and she didn't feel like queuing up for the tube for ages so she wandered back inside to look at the merchandise stand. Perhaps she would buy a Shield T Shirt now she was a wrestling convert, she thought wryly to herself. Just as she was about to get to the front of the line, she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Excuse me miss," said a polite middle aged man, in black logo T Shirt and an American accent. "I have been asked to invite you backstage, if you would like to come with me?" he added.
"Um, is this some sort of joke, or a random competition thing? she asked.
"No miss, one of the performers sent me, I nearly lost you so it's lucky you came back in because the gentlemen who sent me always gets what he wants." He answered, looking at her speculatively.
What the fuck did that mean she thought. "Oh. Um and that would be one of the wrestlers would it?" Her heart beginning to crash against her ribs.
"Yes miss, that would be Mr Dean Ambrose, leader of the Shield."
Holy crap, she thought both panicked and excited. Trying to play it cool she replied, "Right. So, what do I need do?"
"It's your choice miss. He is waiting in his locker room and is on a very tight schedule. Also, he doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"He sounds charming," said Autumn sarcastically, "but thanks I guess I would like to meet him please, since he is kind enough to ask." She wasn't keen on this message man with his hidden meanings.
The man looked at her like she was mad but said no more. Self consciously she followed him through, noticing jealous stares from a group of peroxide blonde barbie dolls waiting outside the VIP backstage entrance. Proceeding though corridors, stepping over cables and dodging men packing up boxes, they arrived at a black door with a sign saying 'The Shield' on it. The man knocked and a raspy voice rang out from within "Yep". Stepping aside, the man opened the door, ushered Autumn in and shut it behind her.
The sight that met her took her breath away. The three of them were all there in various states of undress getting changed and she wanted to bolt back through the door as it just didn't seem right. She felt vulnerable as three pairs of amused eyes rested on her, they looked different though quite friendly actually. Then Ambrose, his hair fluffy, no longer slicked back making him look cuter, shirtless showing off his perfectly muscled chest and toned arms, spoke.
"They found you! Come here," he said curling a finger and beckoning to her. "I want to talk to you."
She obeyed, dithering slightly as he once again assessed her with those beautiful blue eyes.
"So, wanna see me do some more press ups?!" he joked, putting her slightly more at ease.
"Nah. I saw enough," she replied trying to sound confident. "It was quite a sight though."
"So you think I'm a showoff do you? What's your name?" He added.
"Autumn" she said shyly.
"As in what we Americans call the Fall? That's a pretty name. Unusual."
He leaned in towards her and she stepped back tripping over a gym bag. He caught her before she fell, his arms holding her securely against his bare chest, his face inches from her own. "Do I make you nervous?" he whispered.
Nodding furiously, heat swirling between her legs as she breathed in his clean soapy minty scent, she heard the one with the long black hair laugh. "Dean man, leave the girl alone. We're heading off to the hotel, you coming?"
Still holding her, he responded with double meaning "Not just yet, but I'll be coming soon", the three men exchanging a knowing amused look.
"Later bro," said the black and blonde one.
"Bye Autumn, have a good evening," they both added to her.
Releasing her, he told her to "make yourself at home." She watched him dress, pulling a white tank top over his head and adding a hoodie on top, running his fingers through his hair. God he was stunning, she thought and here she was with him, alone, in this room and she had no idea why. Well she had an inkling...
"Your very pretty Autumn. What are you, a big wrestling fan?"
She snorted and said "No" dismissively before she could stop herself. He frowned at her, she didn't like that, it made him look intimidating again. "I mean this is the first event I've been to, I've never seen it before or watched it really."
"So you have no idea who I am?"
"Not really," she replied.
"That's good. No preconceptions," he said smoothly.
"But," she added, "some guy in the crowd said you were nuts and the message guy was saying some really weird things, like you always get what you want and stuff."
"Ha, I must remember to have a word with him," his mood changing, "and don't listen to wrestling nerds, they believe anything. You wanna go get a drink?"
Fuck yes, she shouted inside her head not wanting this moment to end yet. But instead she replied trying to be cool, "Sure, that would be nice."
"I want something from you first though," his eyes darkening as he closed the space between them.
Surely, he couldn't mean what she thought he meant, the door was unlocked for a start! He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, his touch making her jump.
"Relax," he whispered elongating the word. His gaze locked in to hers, and she was mesmerised, before she knew it his lips were crushing hers, his tongue searching for entry. She groaned against his mouth as he slipped it in, his tongue expertly caressing hers. He tasted so good, just like she thought he would.
As he broke away, she asked breathlessly, "Is this why you asked me backstage?"
"Well I wasn't planning on giving you an autograph baby," he murmured into her neck, his hands roaming dangerously close to her breasts.
"Not here though," she pleaded.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because it's slutty and ..."
"You're not a slut, Miss Sweet and Innocent?"
"No I'm bloody not a slut!" replying sharply.
"Do you know how many girls would kill to swap places with you right now?" he said matter of factly.
"I don't care, you're not shagging me in this room like some call girl, so there!" folding her arms and glaring at him.
"Feisty! I like it, a girl who knows what she wants. Refreshing." he laughed. "However, I saw the way you looked at me tonight, saw the want in your eyes, turned on by watching me dominate my opponent in that match. I bet your soaking for me right now, am I right?"
She looked away embarrassed, then countered "You really know how to sweet talk a girl, you know that?"
"Listen, the business I am in is all about opportunities. I'm only in town tonight, tomorrow I'm in another town, the next night another one, then back to the States till who knows when. You need to decide what you want sugar."
He kissed her neck again, moving down to her collarbone, knowing that his action would soften her resolve. He wondered briefly if he should chuck her out and pick one of the ever ready blondes that he had also spotted earlier but he liked this pretty girl with her contrasting clumsiness and bravery. She was extremely fuckable, certainly no ring rat and he wanted to see her come undone around his dick.
"Mmmmm, OK, OK, you've got me, but not here," she breathed, giving in.
"Good girl, you won't regret it. Let's go get that drink"