Dean was nothing but attentive over the next few days making her feel like she was the only girl in the world to him. They had fun nights out with the rest of the roster, and she was amazed at how hard they could party and still perform the next day. Dean usually partied the hardest and she often struggled to keep up with him but in all life was good. No, scratch that, life was fantastic.
"Here," Dean said one morning, throwing a wad of £50 pound notes of the bed. "Go out and buy yourself something pretty today. I've always wanted to say that," he laughed.
"No, I've told you before, I don't want your money," Autumn protested.
Moving towards her and taking her in his arms, his hair fluffy making him look cuter than ever, he ran a long finger down her cheek.
"Yeah, I've heard you say that before and this time sweetheart, I'm not taking no for an answer. What can't a guy treat his girl? Make sure it's something that makes you look hot, I mean something that makes you look hotter than you already are. Get your hair done, I don't know, do what girls do, whatever that is. We are going out tonight, there's no show remember."
There was no use protesting when he was in this mood. "Okay," she agreed. "Thanks."
"Anytime baby, meet me in the hotel lobby at 19.00," kissing her gently.
"So I won't see you till then?" she asked concerned.
"Yeah, I'm taking you out on a date, a proper date," he said.
"A date?" she giggled
"Don't laugh," he frowned.
"Sorry," she said in mock seriousness.
"See you later then, I've got some stuff to deal with."
"Oh, what's that?" she asked.
"Just company stuff, with creative, nothing for you to worry about. Hey, what are you writing about today?"
"I'm covering that toy store fan signing you all did yesterday," she responded.
"It all seems to be going OK for you doesn't it babe, I mean you are really working hard at this. You know. I'm proud of you."
Oh he said the nicest things and always in that sexy gravelly voice. He could make a shopping list sound hot. He was right though, it was going well. If anything this opportunity that had just fallen into her lap would look good on her CV whatever happened.
Feeling nervous, Autumn dressed in the outfit she had bought earlier that day. As it was the middle of an English winter a short dress seemed unsuitable so she had bought some extremely expensive leather leggings which clung and accentuated her legs, high heels and a sexy designer top that flowed over her curves, the back of it exposed showing just the right amount of skin, the hem just skimming her hips and she wore no bra. Her hair was teased in to soft ringlets, framing her pretty face and her makeup was more dramatic than usual having had some assistance from some of the more friendly Divas.
As she descended the curling stairs into the hotel lobby, she saw him and her stomach flipped at the sight. He was not clad in his usual jeans and hoodie but Oh. Holy. Jesus! His gorgeous frame was covered delectably in a dark blue suit, impeccably cut, white shirt, blue spotted tie and walnut shoes (google Hall of Fame ceremony, and that image will be the end of you as well as me!). She regathered her composure and took a deep breath as she approached him.
"Excuse me," Autumn asked while tapping him lightly on his shoulder, "Have you seen Dean Ambrose anywhere? He's, you know, 6.4, hair all over the place, usually in jeans and a leather jacket?"
Dean spun round and gave her a lazy smile, looking her slowly and hungrily up and down.
"Well, what have we got here? You scrub up good, very good," he growled, while pulling her in for a kiss. As his lips touched hers, wolf whistles could be heard from across the bar as some of the roster, already settled in for the night, hollered and clapped.
Roman, who was in the bar leant over to Seth and whispered, "Have you ever seen Ambrose so smitten with a girl?"
"Nah man, he's totally into her. Christ, he's even wearing a suit, who even knew he had one. Scarlett looks pissed though. See, she's giving them dagger looks, over there," Seth whispered conspiratorially. "Does Autumn know that Dean was hooking up with her till recently?"
"No way, he's keeping that one quiet," replied Roman. "But Scarlett looks like she's gonna blow his cover soon. The bitch is fuming about Autumn. He's not into Scarlett though, not as far as I am aware. She was just a piece of regular ass."
"Yeah, who hasn't had her!" Seth laughed.
"She's a sweet girl." said Roman.
"Who Scarlett?" replied Seth in disbelief.
Roman laughed, "No, dumbass, Autumn is a sweet girl."
"Oh yeah, she is but it's all hassle for Ambrose isn't it? I wouldn't bother, plenty more where she came from." Seth responded.
"You'll be single for ever if that's your attitude man. What about her friend, Becca? She seemed to be in to you."
"Yeah, she is fit and all that but too much aggro bro, what's the point? This will be over for Ambrose too in a few days, whether he likes it or not. The company moves on, we move on too, any girls get left behind."
"Harsh bro," Roman responded.
"But true though, life on the road..." Seth insisted.
"Yeah, you're probably right. It's a shame for Dean though...and Autumn," Roman mused.
Dean however was only thinking about the girl he had in front of him and how he could give her a good time that night.
"Fuck, what are those sexy trousers on your legs? You look smoking, I might just have to take you upstairs before we go out," he exclaimed only half joking.
"Er, no way, it took me ages to get in to them, so you are not taking them off... Yet." she laughed.
"I like the 'yet' baby, cause I'm going to enjoy peeling them off your sexy body later, believe that!"
"Picking up lines from Roman eh?!" she teased.
"The more flippant you get with me, the longer I am going to tease you tonight in bed, think about that," he promised.
"Yeah, well I maybe like the sound of that promise," she answered, but blushed and dropped her gaze when his eyes bore in to hers. They were still standing in the lobby, Autumn mesmerised by his stare.
"Hey Ambrose," Roman hollered, "You taking that girl out or am I going to have to take her out for you?!"
Dean just grinned, gave him the finger and taking her hand led her out to a waiting car.
"Madame," he gestured while opening the car door for her.
"Why thank you sir," she replied in mock graciousness.
He took her for dinner at some posh restaurant in the town they were in, it was nice and all but they only really had eyes for each other, chatting happily, barely touching the food. In the flickering candlelight Autumn felt shy of him, he really was a picture of gorgeousness in that suit, the scent of his aftershave was making her burn with desire. He fed her a desert, spoonful by spoonful, his own lust growing as watched her plump lips glistening.
"You don't want any?" she asked licking the delicious chocolate desert off the spoon.
"Nah, you enjoy it but I'd rather have your tongue working over my dick right now than that spoon," he told her in total seriousness.
"You are so cheeky, you know that?!" she giggled.
But Dean looked thoughtful and tilted his head to the side, then slid a long slim velvet box across the table towards her.
"What's this?" she queried blushing for the second time that evening.
"Open it and see," he said evenly.
Inside the box was a beautiful platinum chain with an exquisite diamond solitaire attached in a platinum clasp, and on its reverse were engraved the initials DA.
Autumn was temporarily speechless and sat open mouthed moving it around in her fingers as it flashed brilliantly catching the light.
"Oh Dean, it's so beautiful. Thank you so so much," she told him with tears welling up in her eyes.
Dean, who looked terribly pleased with himself, moved round and swept her hair aside and taking the necklace from her, fastened it gently around her neck.
"I wanted to give you this so that wherever you are, and wherever I am in the world you know how much you mean to me," he said gruffly, returning to his seat opposite her.
"Thank you, no one has ever given me a present like that. I'm really going to miss you," Autumn said sadly.
"Don't talk about that now," Dean told her. "Anyway, on less depressing matters what are you wearing underneath that top?"
"Nothing," she answered.
His eyes darkened at that and involuntarily running his pink tongue over his lips he actually smouldered at her. "Fuck," he breathed. "And how about underneath those sexy pants?"
"Again...nothing," she said, whispering this time.
"Hmm, you don't know what that information does to me babe. I might just have to take you somewhere right now and..."
"Let's go then," she answered for him.
They made their way out of the restaurant and into the waiting car. Expecting Dean to ravage her straight away, driver be dammed, her heart was already crashing against her ribs in anticipation but he just gently stroked her thigh and looked out of the window causing her some confusion.
"Dean are you ok?" she asked.
"Yeah," he answered, turning to face her. "It's just that I'm not fucking you tonight in this car like you're some little slut I've just picked up. Tonight, I'm taking it long and slow with you. OK?"
Feeling reassured she nodded happily and leant her head on his chest for the rest of the journey. Snow began to fall, blanketing the pretty town they were currently in an almost magical white light.
Soft lighting threw shadows on the hotel room, it felt warm and cosy after the bitter cold night outside and the bed looked soft and tempting. It was not as tempting as Autumn's body, clad in her new outfit, looked to Dean and the same could be said for Autumn as she surveyed him with anticipation as he loosened his tie in that suit. (Christ, can you actually imagine? Dean Ambrose in a suit? In your bedroom or anywhere for that matter!)
"Come to me," he beckoned and she did not hesitate to comply. He circled her, "You are so beautiful."
"Me?" she breathed, "Not really."
His face looked stern, "Stop putting yourself down. You need to take a look in the mirror more often."
Taking hold of his tie, she reeled him in gently, wanting his lips on hers. "Sorry," she whispered. "It's just...your world is so different to mine. I can hardly believe that I am here with you sometimes. It's like a wonderful dream and I'm just scared that I might wake up."
He sighed, "The only thing you need it remember is that you are mine baby. Understand? All mine and I want you so much. Enough talking now."
His tongue searched for entry into her mouth, gently though, just exploring the shape of her lovely lips, then nibbling and sucking. His hands roamed under her top and found her already tight nipples. He brushed them ever so lightly, making her need for him grow. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and she tried to slip the jacket of that delectable suit off his broad shoulders.
"Uh uh," he warned. "I'm undressing you first, remember?" Slowly, his hands moved down to her hips then taking the top with them, he ran them back up her slender torso and lifted the top over her head, exposing her breasts to him.
"Fucking perfect," he groaned while taking first one nipple in his mouth, then the other. Her skin tingled at his touch, his tongue never stopped playing with her as he moved his attention to the waistband of her tight leggings.
"Now these are very, very sexy things," he mused almost to himself, crouching down beneath her and running his strong hands up and down the leather, feeling her curves beneath them. He spun her around to asses her pert ass, stroking his hands all over it this time.
Autumn heard him growl low in his throat as he started to peel them ever so slowly off her body. Her breathing hitched as well as lifted her up gently and set her face down on to the bed, then spreading her legs leant in and tasted her, licking and sucking at her clit, making her moan and cry his name as he made her come undone from his expert mouth.
Flipping over, she looked up at him. God he was a beautiful sight, here she was naked and throbbing from him and he just stood there, his eyes burning with fire at her, his body still covered in that suit.
"Dean?" she pleaded. "I want you inside me, like now."
"Of course sugar, anything you say," he said and as he shrugged off the jacket, Autumn in her state of heat approached and kissed him deeply, pulling at his clothes needfully. Desperate as she was to have his naked body blanketing hers. Entwined in this way, they fell onto the bed, kissing and caressing each other, slowly and almost reverently worshipping each other. This was no quick bang, this was soft and gentle and passionate. When he finally placed himself at the entrance to her slick centre, their eyes locked on each other and he ever, ever so slowly pushed his cock inside her, inch by exquisite inch till he was seated to the absolute hilt. He stayed there for a while kissing her gently, then pulled out and drove back in again. Encouraged by her moans, he picked up the pace, circling his hips so they connected with her most sensitive spot, grinding his body against hers bringing each of them to the absolute edge.
As he heard her cries of ecstasy once again, he exploded inside her and growled as his orgasm overtook him "Mine, all mine baby," before covering her neck with gentle kisses.
Autumn was mesmerised by him, still trembling from their lovemaking, she lay with her head on his chest for what seems like hours. Listening to his breathing as he slept, feeling his heartbeat in the silent watches of the night, she knew she was in love.
"I love you," she whispered and kissed his golden jaw. Dean stirred and what looked like a smile broke forth from his lips but she knew not whether he had heard her or if he was just dreaming...