And so the end is near...
Autumn slept fitfully that night. In the cold light of the grey winter dawn, she sat up in bed eventually forgoing sleep altogether, hugging her knees, going over and over the events of the last two weeks in her head. It hurt so much to think of him, her heart ached for him but she had made her decision. Not only was she heartbroken, she was also without a job and had bills to pay. That's what happens when you get bewitched by a man, she thought ruefully but he wasn't just any man. She decided to spend a couple of days moping about, go visit her family then start looking for a job. The plan made her feel a bit better, at least that was something to focus on. She heard her two housemates leave for work, got up shivering and took a shower to try wash it all away.
She dried her hair and pulled on a comfy top and some Yoga pants and padded down to the kitchen to get some tea, switching the heating on full blast. Hearing her mobile bleep, she fished it out of her bag. Her eyes widened as she saw at least thirty messages and missed calls in a row, from a number she did not recognise. Opening them she realised who they were from...how the hell did he get her number.
02.33 Autumn, it's Dean. Please pick up your phone. I'm calling it now.
Missed call.
02.36 I really need to talk to you.
Missed call.
02.41 Please honey, you're killing me right now.
Missed call.
02.47 You didn't give me a chance to explain.
Missed call.
02.53 You have no idea what you mean to me. Please pick up...
Missed call.
And so the messages and missed calls went on, the latest one just a few minutes ago, then it bleeped again.
09.16 I'm not giving up on us.
'Thought he'd be on the flight home by now or at least at the airport' she mused herself. His departure date was etched on her memory from a time before all this shit went down. Just then she heard a car pull up, the front gate slam and there was a hammering at the door. 'Who the fuck?' she thought, making her way into the hall, then froze with mixed emotions. For the voice she heard calling her name, between the loud incessant knocking was American, sexy and raspy and pissed off.
"Autumn, open the goddam fucking door!" the voice shouted amid more banging on the door by a loud fist.
Taking a deep breath, she put the chain on and opened the door but only as far as the chain would allow. Peering at Dean, for it was he, through the gap, he was wearing his usual jeans and black leather jacket and on his head was a black woollen beanie hat, his golden hair curling out from underneath it, she wished he wasn't so damn beautiful. She could kick herself for the feelings she had to suppress when she saw him, for once hating the effect he had on her.
Dean, his fists clenching and unclenching hadn't slept either but he was used to lack of sleep on the road. What bothered him most was that this girl before him had totally gotten under his skin and now she didn't want him but he needed her and he needed her to listen to him.
"You gonna let me in?" he said calmly.
"I don't know," she replied.
"OK, I'll make it easy for you. You either let me in or I break the fucking door down. You know I'll do do it..." he promised.
Leaving her with no option she took the chain off leaving the door ajar for him, turned on her heel and stalked stiffly back into the kitchen, standing at the back by the sink wanting to be as far away from him as possible, knowing his presence would soften any resolve she had built up. She heard the front door shut and he looked serious as he entered the kitchen. They just stared at each other for a long moment, Autumn dropped her gaze first, her heart rate starting to pick up at his intensity.
"I told you I didn't want to see you again and how did you get my number?" she volunteered as he still said nothing.
"You've got a good couple of friends ya know. Jess, however seems to know what's best for you," he explained meaning that it was she who gave her number to Dean. "I needed to see you and I always get what I want, don't I?" he added trying to lighten the mood.
A ghost of a smile graced her lips but she quickly regained her composure.
"I thought you were meant to be on a flight this morning?" she asked him.
"I was honey, the others have all left but they had to give me a couple of days compassionate leave," he answered.
She processed this information, taking in his desolate demeanour, and thought he'd had a bereavement on top of all this and said "Oh God, I'm sorry. Have you lost someone?"
He paused looking proper mournful and replied slowly, "Only my heart, only my heart."
This time she did smile, she laughed in fact, but bitterly and then cried out, "Don't you dare cut a promo on me Dean Ambrose! Not at a time like this! It might work on bimbos like Scarlett but not me. Not anymore!"
He smirked at her then sighed, "OK, you wanna know the truth? You wanna know why I'm here?"
She nodded, her arms folded defensively, he made a move towards her but she slipped round the kitchen table keeping it as a barrier between them.
He rubbed his hand over his face "I've never said this to anyone before but... I love you Autumn. I just love you that's all and I'm sorry for everything, for turning your life upside down and for all the hate you got on Twitter and all the shit with Scarlett but I love you. You have got to believe me."
"But...but what about Scarlett?" she said shakily, looking up at him.
"Well, if you would have let me talk to you properly last night you'd know that I didn't sleep with her night you left," he told her truthfully.
"You told me you did," she answered back hotly.
"No, you asked me if I'd slept with her but not when, I told you yes, because for the first time in my life I'm being honest with a girl, I'm being honest with you. In fact I've slept with her a lot. Shit, everyone has, she is a fucking slut. Well, not sleeping really but..."
"I don't need any details thanks! I saw you together though," she interrupted.
"Yeah, you put two and two together and got eleven! So the night you saw us in the corridor after the match, I was telling her, no in fact make that warning her, that if she so much as looked at you in the wrong way again, I'd make her life a living hell and get her fired," he said triumphantly.
A sickening embarrassing realisation began sink in and "Oh," was all Autumn could say in reply.
"She nearly pissed herself with fear. Have you seen my old Shield promos? I gave her one of those," he laughed. "It was funny 'cause she really thought I was coming on to her again so after I frightened the living daylights out of her, she ran off crying into the women's locker room. Turns out she found your iPad and used it to publish that article not only to get you fired and out of my life but also get a push within the company. If it was not for your friend Becca... Where is Mike Tyson by the way?" he asked.
"At work! Don't change the subject," she answered impatiently. "What's Becca got to to with it?!"
"Well, Superstars and Divas have to set a example and brawling with the general public at a nightclub is gross misconduct. Also, your iPad flew out of her bag when Becca knocked the shit out of her so the bitch got fired this morning. She admitted everything."
"Oh," Autumn repeated, her cheeks burning with shame.
Stunned, she didn't move away from him when he slowly advanced towards her and took her in his arms, feeling a strong hand on her hair as he pulled her tightly to his chest.
"I've missed you so much. I've never felt anything like this you know?" he whispered.
Wondering what to say she settled on, "I'm so sorry for not trusting you, I just sort of freaked out because I guess deep down I never really believed that you could really want someone like me, when you could have anyone you wanted," she told him, trying to explain.
He sighed, "It did piss me off but it's OK, I can't blame you really. I've been a player all my life, treated girls like shit, ring rats, strippers, you name it, I've probably slept with it... but not anymore, not now I have you and you need to realise how gorgeous you are."
Feeling relieved, she felt his hands move to her shoulders gently pushing her away so that she had to face him, "But the very next time you don't trust me, I'm gonna make you pay! In my bed most probably, remember that!" His face was deadly serious until he broke into a grin at her reaction.
Despite his words causing her body to heat, she admonished him, finally laughing and feeling happier than she had in days, "I told you that you are not allowed to cut bloody promos on me Mr Ambrose! No wonder they gave you a starring role in a movie. You're good."
"Are we friends again?" he asked gently.
She could only nod then found her voice, "I love you," she whispered with meaning.
"Sorry, what was that?" he asked teasingly.
"I said I love you Dean Ambrose," she said loudly and with a smile.
"I love you to Autumn Burrows, since we are being so formal," he joked.
She smacked him playfully on the arm and he feigned injury, which made her laugh even more.
"Come on," he told her, guiding her out of the kitchen towards the stairs.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Well honey, it's been over 48 hours since I was last inside you and if I don't get you into bed soon, I won't be held responsible for my actions," taking her hand and leading her up the stairs to her attic bedroom.
They stayed in bed all day, only getting up briefly for some lunch in the kitchen then back upstairs to more loving. By late afternoon they were napping, it was dark in the bedroom. Being December in England, dusk had already fallen quickly along with the snow that was blanketing London in a soft white duvet. Autumn was curled up beside Dean when she awoke and sighed happily as she remembered the events of the last few hours. She stroked his dark blonde hair and kissed his strong jawline which had the beginnings of a dark stubble from two days of lack of attention and draped her arm across his muscular chest watching it rise and fall as he slept.
He turned towards her in his sleep, wrapping his arms around her and she nestled her head on his chest then slowly hooked one smooth thigh over his and gently pushed her centre against his groin. He groaned ever so slightly as she nibbled his collarbone and half asleep he lazily kissed her, his tongue gently massaging hers making his cock harden against her soft upper thigh.
Slowly rocking his hips, his cock slid against her folds, though they both loved the sensations this caused, they were in no hurry. Autumn once again marvelled at feel of his amazing strong body, honed to the very last inch by training and fighting and Dean stroked and kissed her soft, smooth skin whilst they were entwined in this way.
"I love you," he whispered as he finally pushed his cock inside her, his blue eyes soft and gentle with love and lust.
"I love you too', she replied before returning to his lips for another deep and slow kiss.
There was no urgency, no fancy positions, no kinkiness required, they just kissed and caressed and loved each other slowly and needfully, making the sweetest love that either of them had ever experienced on that winter afternoon. Cocooned with each other in her bed they were eventually sucked into a whirlpool of ecstasy as they came together, their orgasms sweeping over them till they ebbed to quiet stillness in each other's arms.