Hi everyone, sorry I have been slow to update, got a bit stuck but back on track now I think. Lots of love x
In a post coital daze, she was led by him through the backstage area towards the door to the arena, sweetly holding her hand. He nodded at a few people, fist bumped others till they were approached by Roman Reigns, the Powerhouse, his brother and ex-team mate. Wow, he was big, she thought, and mentally adding beautiful to that thought too.
"Hey Bro great match tonight," Roman hollered in his deep bass, patting him on the shoulder while he ran his grey eyes over Autumn speculatively.
"Yeah, it was ok, coulda done a bit more though with the chair shots," Dean replied, always looking to take matches further, making them more extreme given his history in the Indies. "You remember Autumn? From the O2 last time we were over here?
Roman, who had been on the receiving end of many a drunken monologue from Dean about the very girl standing in front of him, smiled a knowing smile. "Of course, how could I forget someone so pretty," taking her hand and kissing it. Autumn blushed. "You've created quite a stir here on this tour," he added.
Seeing confusion registering on he face, Dean scowled at him, and gestured a cutting motion against his neck to stop any further details about the Twitter incident being disclosed. "Yeah, pretty and mine," he growled.
"Chill bro, just appreciating the view", Roman winked at her. Clearly enjoying winding his friend up.
Looking at the huge Samoan dressed in black tactical gear, "Have you got a match tonight?," Autumn asked.
"Yeah, main event, teaming up with Cena against Randy Orton and Kane," he exhaled, while stretching massive his arms above his head.
"Cool, my friends will like that, especially Jess - she's got a thing for you, they are loving it out there. You've still got the Shield uniform," she commented. "Did you three have to fight for who got it?" She joked.
They both smiled, "Nah', said Dean, "but I'd have won anyway, hands down!"
"What? "I'd have beaten both your asses, believe that!" Cried Roman in mock horror stepping towards Dean who also moved forward getting up in his friend's face.
"Ok, ok, I don't think I'm strong enough to referee you guys," she laughed, separating them by putting a hand on each of their chests.
They backed off, chuckling at their pretend show of confrontation and fist bumped each other.
"Let's get you back outside," Dean said to her.
"Bye Roman, good luck in the match," she called.
"See you out there Princess," he nodded, his voice smooth and deep.
Dean walked her to the door by the side of stage where she had originally come through and handed her over to the same official. Kissing her briefly, he said his goodbyes and promised to see her later. Autumn returned to her seat where Jess and Becca waited expectantly. One look at her and they knew what she had been up to.
"How was the Sex God?" Becca whispered to her conspiratorially.
"He's still very much a God of Sex," Autumn told her in mock seriousness. "I swear, he does things that haven't even been invented yet."
"Did he actually just shag you backstage?" Jess asked open-mouthed.
"Ssshhh. Um, well yes, he didn't really give me an option but my god it was hot, 50 Shades of Ambrose doesn't even cover it," Autumn admitted. "Oh and I met Roman Reigns just now, he's fighting in a minute so that will keep you happy Jess. Oh and Dean said that we are to meet him in the hotel for a drink after the show, all of us."
The main event started, Jess and Becca were getting thoroughly overexcited at the sexiness of Roman Reigns and the smoulderingness (is that a word?) of Randy Orton, not to mention the cuteness of John Cena but Autumn was distracted overhearing a conversation behind her. "I swear, it is her," said a voice. "Do you really think so?" Said another. "Yes, look at the photo and didn't he come over to her after his match, then she disappeared for ages..."
Autumn looked round to see two emoish teenage girls with green and pink hair wearing an 'Unstable' and 'RKO' shirt respectively, looking right at her, then at a phone that was held in one of their hands, then back to her.
"Excuse me, is that you?" One of them asked boldly, holding the iPhone up to Autumn's face so that she could clearly see the tweet of the photo of her and Dean kissing outside her office.
Her mouth dropped open in shock, there was no denying it, it was clearly her and Dean. "How did you get that photo?" She cried.
"It's all over Twitter, init? You're Dean Ambrose's girlfriend," the other teenager piped up.
"What do you mean, it's all over Twitter?" Autumn responded sharply.
"Is he a good kisser?" The one with the phone asked dreamily.
Autumn, who had rarely checked her own phone in the last few days, pulled it out of her bag and guiltily saw that Iona, amongst others had called her countless times and probably left voicemails which she hadn't yet listened to or returned. She flicked across to her recently unused Twitter app, typed in 'Dean Ambrose' and wasn't prepared for the torrent of opinions on the photo that were lined up on the feed. Although some of the tweets were like 'aw how cute', 'I really ship them together', others were like 'lucky bitch', but most were bordering on hatred, calling her ugly and much much worse.
She had paled and one look at her face told Becca that something was wrong. "What is it sweetie?" She asked, one eye still on the match.
"Look at this," Autumn said and thrust her phone into Becca's hand and watched her reaction closely.
"Holy Fuck! Did he not think to tell you about this?!" Becca shouted.
"Maybe he didn't know?" Autumn said hopefully.
Jess had quickly brought herself up to speed on what was going on, taking the phone out of Becca's hand and scrolling through the tweets.
Clapping her hand over mouth, Jess exhorted "You are an internet sensation! Oh my God!"
"Fucking Hell, what am I going to do?" Autumn asked. "I've got fangirls wanting my guts for garters!"
"Fuck 'em," said Becca, "they are just sad jealous little girls."
"But surely he must know about this," said Jess.
"Hang on," exclaimed Autumn, "it's all making sense now. That's what the call in the hotel was about, when he went all off on me and Roman just said something now about me making a stir on the tour...but why didn't he tell me?"
"So he musta known," agreed Becca.
"Hey!" One of the teenagers behind them shouted to Autumn. "What's he like in bed?! How big is he?! Giggling to her friend at her cheekiness.
"Sod off" replied Jess hotly, defending her friend.
"Only asking!" Responded the girl huffily.
"I need to get out of here right now," Autumn mumbled standing up and cannoning not people as she hurried up the aisle. Her two friends followed her out into the arena concourse and saw her actually running out of the building. They found her outside, bent over trying to catch her breath.
"What am I going to do," she wailed.
"Here, have a cigarette love," said Jess consolingly, lighting one and handing it over. "It's going to be fine, these things blow over. No one actually knows who you are do they? He could have been kissing Minnie Mouse and they'd still hate on her!"
"Do you think I should go home?" Autumn asked.
"No fucking way," exclaimed Becca. "You are just going to have to brazen this thing out."
"But you must ask him about it though," said Jess. "I mean he is probably used to all this sort of drama. You on the other hand are not!"
"Come on, let's get a drink in the hotel and all calm down." said Becca. "I bet you could do with one babe, eh?" Taking her friend by the arm.
Thirty minutes later and the girls were in the hotel bar, a couple of drinks in, sitting by a window which had a view of the arena which now had hundreds of wrestling fans streaming happily out after another epic show. Autumn kept scrolling through the tweets disbelievingly.
"This is so crazy isn't it?" She kept saying.
The hotel was filing up with people either checking in, including the Superstars and Divas, wrestling staff and fans who had booked rooms there desperate to corner their favourite stars during their downtime.
"Well, there he is," said Becca looking over to where Dean stood at the entrance to the bar talking to a fit, handsome bald man (Cesaro) while holding two fingers up in greeting to Autumn and her friends.
"How are you going to play it?" whispered Jess.
"I'm going to totally have it out with him," Autumn replied boldly
"What now?" said Becca.
As he approached their table, looking dazzling in baggy jeans, boots, white t-shirt and a hooded leather jacket, Autumn faltered a little.
"Later, I'll ask him about it later," she said.
"Ladies," he announced, "I've sent for some drinks, this is Antonio," he gestured introducing his friend. He already had a beer in hand and they were quickly joined by various staff and other wrestlers. Conversion flowed and Dean was extra attentive to Autumn and the girls, making sure they were included. Roman Reigns delighted in making Jess blush as he let her feel his muscles and trace his tribal tattoo but Becca was finding Mr Money in the Bank, Seth Rollins harder to impress or so she thought and was getting on better with Cesaro and chatting to some of the backstage staff.
Felling confident after a couple of drinks, the various conversations were loud enough for Autumn to tackle Dean on the photo. He was sitting so close to her she was practically sitting on his lap so she whispered in his ear.
"So I when I got back the arena after, you know..."
"After I fucked you hard in my locker room?" he interrupted, his eyes glinting.
She couldn't stop the blush heating her cheeks "um yes, well after that some girl sitting behind us recognised me from the photo on Twitter, and they were complete bitches about it," she rambled and looked at him waiting for his response.
His eyes narrowed and "Oh," was all he said.
"Oh? Is that all the response I get? Did you know about it?"
"Of course I knew about it," he replied.
"But you didn't think I'd want to know? I'm probably getting death threats on there by fucking now."
He shrugged, "What you don't know can't hurt you! I never go on social media."
"But I know now and I just wish you'd have told me so that I could have had a choice."
"What do you mean? A choice about what?" he said hotly, at which a couple of people looked up noticing their heated chat.
"About coming on this tour with you. I mean I'm no celebrity, I don't need that kind of hassle, it's frightening."
He looked at her levelly, "Look, I didn't tell you because I needed to deal with it first, it's complicated doing my job, it threw up all kinds of issues. You will find that out. You don't need to worry because I will protect you from all of it but you do need to toughen up if you are going to be with me. OK?"
Autumn suddenly felt silly for being cross with him and oddly comforted because she had never relied on a man that way before, she sorted her own self out but his strength was undeniable. She did feel safe with him. (Who wouldn't!)
"Sorry," she said then kissed him, getting oohs from around the table.
While he was ahead Dean added "While we are on the subject of not telling you stuff. I'd probably better let you know that I've got you a job, here on the tour. You are going to have earn your keep sugar, cause, well there's lots of reasons but anyway tomorrow you need to meet the lady who looks after the talent and she will tell you what you have got to do. Sorta like an interview but you have got the job anyway. OK?"
Autumn stared at him open mouthed at him taking this information in.
"Er doing what?" she replied.
"Writing I think," he said looking terribly pleased with himself. "I told her you were a shit hot writer, which I'm sure you are anyway so no need to worry about it."
Autumn didn't know whether to kiss him or punch him. Exasperated, she settled on kissing him.
"You really are something else, you know that?"
"Let's go to bed, I need to fuck you again," was all the answer she got from him.