AUTHOR'S NOTE: While I had a couple of ideas on how to continue this story,I honestly never planned to do it this soon as I was busy writing other stories at the moment,but,as always,my Dean Ambrose muse refused to stay away from me and fought his way back to my side to whisper this little ditty in my ear ( and if you've ever had Dean whisper stuff in your ear in that raspy voice of his,you know you have no choice but to comply )! For those of you that have asked me to continue this series,here is another chapter for you! Not sure yet if there's more after this one so don't hold your breath,but there MAY be another chapter sometime somewhere down the line. Thanks again to all that have been reading,following,and marking me as their favorite and especially those that have left reviews! I love hearing what you have to say! As always I do not own Dean Ambrose,Roman Reigns,or Seth Rollins. They belong to Jon Good,Joe Anoa'i,Colby Lopez,Vince McMahon and the WWE. I DO own Martha,the plot,and what now looks to be like a series ( this is my first chapter fic so go me! LOL! ). While it isn't necessary to read the previous chapter as these are basically one shots with all the same theme,it might help some to be able to get a feel for my main couple (Dean and Martha) and get a taste of the essence of the series...though I would think the title gives it away! LOL! Seeing as it's Valentine's Day,this fic is dedicated to MY Valentine today and every day...Dean Ambrose/Jonathan Good! ;-D Happy Valentine's Day!

**COUPLE OF MONTHS LATER**

Somewhere in the deep South of the country,in another nondescript yet somehow obscenely expensive hotel,Martha,her arms full of Chinese take away,is rushing through the hallway on her way back to her and her boyfriend,Dean Ambrose's,room. Finally reaching the right door,she juggles the big bag to be able to reach around to the pocket of her jeans for her key card to let herself into the room.

Raising the bag higher in her arm so she can cross her right hand into her front left hip pocket,the bag and all it's tempting aromas come wafting up towards her nose making the small brunette woman's stomach growl. She and Dean were supposed to go to breakfast with their friends Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns when Dean called them to cancel explaining to his Shield team mates that he couldn't make it to breakfast with them at the moment because he wasn't feeling it right now and he was lying flat on his back in his hotel bed. What Dean had conveniently failed to mention was that Martha happened to be on top of him riding him as they made love and she had plucked his cell right out of his hand and threw it towards the couch in the room most effectively ending the call and breathlessly telling Dean that she would make sure he would "feel it" now as she splayed her hands across his muscular broad chest and started to bounce more aggressively on his cock while Dean flashed her a devilish smirk and slowly slid his hand down her stomach to fondle the exposed little bundle of nerves at the center of her legs until they were both panting and screaming each other's name.

A little bit later,Dean had called them back and suggested they meet up for lunch in his hotel room instead and that he or Martha would pick up some Chinese food for everyone and here she was. Finally locating the card,Martha paused as she heard voices come from her room. It looked like she caught them in mid conversation.

'The guys must be here already,' she thought,hoping she had bought enough food. She filled up pretty quickly,but Dean was a big eater and so was Seth despite their looks and when you throw in Roman too,well you might as well have enough food to feed an entire army! She had been out to eat sushi one time with them and she was astounded at how many plates of it the "Hounds Of Justice" could put away!

Martha was about to swipe her key in the door's lock mechanism when she heard her name spoken in what sounded to be like Roman's deep voice.

"C'mon,Dean. You can tell us. How many times has Martha done it for you?"

"Yeah! If you can't tell your best friends then who can you tell?" And there was Seth's voice.

Martha was confused. What were they talking about? How many times has she done WHAT to Dean? Any rational woman would have just gone right in the room and asked those two simple questions to the three men inside,but Martha was not just "any rational woman." When you were in love with and dating Dean Ambrose - WWE's "Lunatic Fringe" - well,you kind of had to throw being rational to the side sometimes. So,of course,Martha stood rooted right to the spot where she was and eavesdropped when she finally heard her boyfriend's raspy voice answer his two friends.

"I'm not gonna tell you guys how many times she's done it to me! I love you both like brothers,but that's kind of personal,don't you think?"

Martha frowned. Personal? And why in the hell had he said "TO me" when Roman had clearly said "FOR you?" Roman made it sound like it could be anything from cooking Dean's dinner to having Dean's car detailed while he was on the road. Dean made it sound like...like they were talking about something more...intimate...A HELL OF A LOT MORE INTIMATE!

"Come on,Dean! You can tell us. I bet she doesn't do it half as often as Dean says she does,Ro."

'What the hell has Dean been telling those two idiots about me?!' Martha wondered.

"That's not true!" Dean's loud exclamation carried out the door. "She did it to me just this morning!"

Martha's eyes widened. That was supposed to be something intimate and private just between them as a couple and here he was sharing this information with the two overgrown lugheads he called best friends!

"This morning? Last time it happened was this morning?" Seth had asked.

"Yep! She did it this morning...TWICE."

She'd be damned if that bastard Ambrose's voice didn't sound smug as hell!

"Twice? Wow. That's great,man. I've never had a girl do it to me. Well and mean it..." Roman had trailed off sadly.

Martha looked at the door with a surprised face. Roman had never had a girl do it to him? Roman F'N Reigns?! All Roman had to do is look at women and ovaries were exploding all over the place! Sure,he was no "Titty Master" as far as she was concerned because there was only ONE man for her,only ONE Dean Ambrose,but Roman did pretty well for himself as far as the ladies are concerned...and what the hell did "and mean it" mean?

"I had a girl do it once," Seth's voice carried over his excitement. "But later on,I found out she did it to everybody."

"Aw,man! Yeah that sucks when you think you're the special one and the girl has been just spreading it to every Tom,Dick and Harry," Dean sympathized with him.

Martha looked at the door again with a distasteful look upon her delicate features this time. Seems Seth had been dating some type of "slut" at one point. There was nothing wrong with enjoying sex -hell,Martha could write a whole damn best selling book on enjoying sex with Dean!- but at least have some respect for your man not to mention yourself! Sure,she had a very active sex life with Dean...Dean was a VERY sexual man of course...and some might even criticize that it was TOO active,but those types of people were usually jealous she found,but if you were going to be a "slut" then be a "slut" for JUST your man and not half the town! As long as it didn't hurt anyone,be everything your man ever fantasized about and,in turn,your man will want to be everything YOU ever fantasized about as well if you are lucky. Dean had fulfilled many a fantasy of hers in hotel rooms all across America,some of them simple,some of them deliciously involved. She loved her boyfriend with a passion,but right now,if he didn't stop this conversation,she was gonna kill him!

"When Martha does it to you,what does it feel like,Dean?" Martha heard Roman ask a bit wistfully.

"It feels..." Dean had paused then continued in a softer more awe filled voice, ''...incredible."

Well,at least Dean is giving her a glowing review on her... skills. That was something good,Martha supposes.

"Yeah?" Seth asked curiously.

"Yeah. I mean Martha opens her mouth then all of a sudden there it is in the room between us and sometimes I still can't believe she does it as often as she does,but she just can't seem to stop. It's like she's addicted to doing it to me and actually I'm glad."

Addicted?

Can't stop?

Dean Ambrose is going to be mighty sorry when she DOES stop and he will have no one else to blame but himself and his big mouth! She knows his relationship experience is limited and his promo skills were legendary,but he would have to learn that intimate details like THOSE should be kept just between the two people involved and he needs to keep his big mouth shut! Martha fumed.

Martha had heard enough and burst into the room surprising all three men who were standing in a group by the set of windows,her boyfriend being in the center of the huddle with a dreamy little smile on his face.

"You're back,Martha,baby," Dean announced happily while walking over to her to help her with the large bag.

"Don't 'Martha baby' me,Dean Ambrose!"

Dean paused in his steps. "What's wrong?"

"We need to talk!"

Behind him,Seth and Roman made a face towards each other. In their experience,any time a woman told their boyfriend that they needed to "talk", it was never a good sign.

"Seth and Roman..."

"Seth and Roman can wait."

"But the food will get cold..."

Dean couldn't finish his sentence because Martha turned to the two men in question. "Excuse us."

Martha grabbed Dean's hand and dragged him into the bathroom shutting the door behind them for privacy.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? How can you ask me that?" she hissed back at him trying to keep her voice low so it wouldn't carry into the next room.

"Martha,you do know you've carried an entire bag of Chinese food into the bathroom with us and are clutching it for dear life,right?" Ambrose asked quite amused.

"Will you forget about the damn Chinese food! How could you tell them all that,Dean?!"

"All WHAT?" Dean raised his hands in confusion.

"I heard you as I was walking up to the door! What you told Seth and Roman. How could you tell them all that about us...about ME..."

"Is THAT what this is all about? You're mad because of that? I honestly didn't think you would mind," Dean shrugged.

His nonchalant attitude only made Martha angrier.

"DIDN'T THINK I WOULD MIND!" She yelled then realize that Roman and Seth could probably hear from their vantage point so she quickly repeated her question in a much lower voice. "Didn't think I would mind. How could you think I wouldn't mind? That was supposed to be just between us...something just for us."

"How could it be a secret if you've done it in front of people before?" Dean asked utterly exasperated now. He loved Martha to death,but,for the life of him,he would never understand women!

Martha reared back as her mouth dropped open in shock. "WHEN?" She demanded. "Name me one time when did I do it to you in front of people!"

"Christmas," Dean answered matter of factly.

'Christmas? What the hell...' Martha's thoughts erupted in her brain before Dean continued.

"Remember? I took you to the annual WWE Christmas party. You did it in front of Vince and Linda."

"Oh my God,when have I ever done it in front of..." Martha exclamation quickly died away as she realized exactly what Dean had said. "...Vince and Linda?" Now Dean wasn't the only one that was confused.

"Christmas,like I said. You had never met Linda before so I took you over there to introduce you and apparently Vince had been talking about you to her cause she said she was happy to finally meet the woman that had managed to 'tame' me,and you said you didn't want to 'tame' me,that you liked me 'wild.' That you loved me just the way I was."

"That I...what?"

"Loved me just the way I was. That's what Roman and Seth were asking about. How many times have you told me that you loved me. I told them you do it all the time." Dean smiled happily then his eyes narrowed. "I thought you said you heard us talking?"

"I...I..did...or thought I did," Martha mumbled more to herself than her boyfriend.

"Well,yeah,I told them you do it to me all the time. You did it twice just this morning. You woke me up telling me you loved me and then later when we were making love and we came together,you fell against my chest and you whispered in my ear that you loved me."

Martha looked ashamed. "That's what you were so proud of? When you guys were talking? That I tell you I love you a lot?"

Dean looked down at the tiled ground of the bathroom and scuffed the linoleum with the toe of his shoe in embarrassment.

"Yeah. I mean...when you grew up like I did and no one..." Dean paused to clear his throat,his face slightly red and his already raspy voice going hoarse with emotion. "...no one tells you they...love you...when you find someone that tells you that all time...that gives their heart so freely and willingly...their heart is so big and open...well...it'd make anyone happy all the time,I guess."

"I make you happy?" she asked in a small quiet voice. He has certainly always SHOWN her how happy she had made him,but hearing the actual words from Dean were still a thrill to her. He wasn't exactly known for being one who shared his feelings. Dean always believed that actions spoke louder than words which is why when she was the first one of them to say the three little words ''I love you,'' he had initially just stood there staring at her not quite believing that someone like HER could actually love someone like HIM. It took many months of convincing Dean and many times of him hearing the same three little words over and over,but Martha quite happily repeated the same actions over and over again until he surprised her by just blurting it out to her one day almost like his heart couldn't contain the words,the emotion,in anymore and he had to say them aloud. Martha had frozen in her spot not daring to believe that the moment she had always dreamed about was actually happening. She had looked at him and immediately felt sorry for him because she saw there was almost a wild frightened deer caught in headlights look in his eyes. She could see he was actually terrified of what he had just said...just revealed...that he's now left his heart and himself so wide open and that he had to trust her not to crush it,to crush HIM,as easily as she could just because he had admitted that he loved her so she tried to play it off as a joke as her way to ease his mind,but then his eyes cleared and all she could see was the love and the emotion there for her and suddenly it was HIM that was trying to convince HER.

"Yeah. You do,Sunshine." Martha's heart warmed at hearing one of his special nicknames for her. She loved it when he called her "Sunshine" especially when one night she had asked him to explain the reason and he had said that he called her that because his world was always dark and dreary until she came along and filled it with light and warmth so she was always "Sunshine" to him from then on. "You oughta know that by now."

"I do..." she trails off softly.

"You still don't sound so sure. Wait a minute. Maybe this will convince you..." Dean walks over to the small linen closet in the bathroom and starts ruffling through an assortment of towels that the hotel staff had so generously placed there for the convenience of their guests. From behind a stack,he pulls out a small box wrapped with shiny white paper tied with a red bow and hands it to Martha with a small smile. "Here. Happy Valentine's Day,Martha."

"You hid my gift in the bathroom?" she asked with a laugh.

"Had to! When you almost found your Christmas present in my suitcase helping get my dirty laundry out a couple of months ago,I like panicked. This time I thought I would be more sneaky."

"You definitely are unpredictable," She smiled. Martha realized she was still holding the bag of food in her hand. Putting it down on the closed toilet seat cover,she eagerly took her present from Dean. It took a minute to be able to open the paper because she could tell Dean had wrapped the gift himself by the excessive amount of tape he used,but finally she got it open to reveal a medium sized Tiffany's jewelry box. Opening the white box,she softly gasped. Laid inside upon a cushion of white satin was the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen. It was a thin silver chain attached to a heart made entirely of perfect baby blue diamonds. She looked closer and found that the color of the stones actually reminded her of Dean's eyes. They were a perfect match.

"Dean," she breathed out through parted lips as she looked up at him with love filled eyes. "It's beautiful,baby."

Dean softly smiled. "I wanted to get you something that was as beautiful as I thought you were,but I couldn't find anything to compare so I had this made up. It's still not as breathtakingly gorgeous as you are to me,but it's close enough!" He paused and looked a little bashful. "I thought...maybe...when I'm on the road and you can't come...maybe you could...I don't know...maybe look at it and know that you carry my heart with you where ever you go? That's why I wanted blue diamonds. You always say how much you love my eyes. Maybe this will make you think of me?"

Martha saw the hopeful look in his eyes and melted. "Oh,Dean,I already think about you all the time. I love it! Thank you SO much,baby. Help me put it on?" He took the necklace out of the box and while she held her long brown hair,he fastened the delicate chain around her neck. Once he was finished,she turned around and reached up from her petite stature to throw her arms around his neck to give him a hug. Bending down some so she would have an easier time reaching him,Dean gave her a kiss and whispered against her lips, "I'm so happy you love it."

"I do! I love you SO much! And now it's time for your present! I just hope you love it half as much as I love mine."

Dean was surprised to see her reach into the bag of Chinese food and pull out a small square box.

"You had my present in the Chinese food?" He laughed.

"Well,I knew I was going to be here in the city with you so I looked online for this store website and ordered it to be picked up here cause I wanted it engraved and luckily,it was ready right on time for today. I picked it up while I went to get the food." She handed him the box wrapped with brightly colored hearts and a blue ribbon. "Happy Valentine's Day,Dean."

He took what she offered with a smile. "Thank you. I love it!"

"You don't even know what it is yet,goofball!" Martha laughed.

"It came from YOU and I love YOU so it's a given that I would love it," Dean replied sincerely.

"We'll see. Now open it."

Much like a little boy,Dean happily ripped off the paper in huge clumps quite unlike his girlfriend's more careful unwrapping of her own present. Martha rolled her eyes,but smiled at his adorable enthusiasm.

He pulled out his own jewelry box and grinned up at her. "Great minds think alike." When she nodded back,he looked back down at the gift in his hand and opened it. Nestled in a bed of black satin this time,Dean found himself looking at a man's watch with a silver band.

"Hey,a watch! This is great! I needed a new one!"

"Yeah,I know. Maybe now you can actually make check in at the arenas on time and Vince won't have to fine you as much!"

"A man is late a couple..." Martha raises her eyebrow at him. "...a FEW times and all of a sudden he develops this reputation. Geesh!" Dean amended as he rolls his eyes.

Martha laughs. "You know you could always look at the time on...oh,I don't know...your CELL PHONE maybe?"

"You know I don't know how to work that thing! I barely know how to turn it on! Seth had to show me how to text you and Roman showed me how to send pictures and open the ones you send me."

This was new information to Martha and it slightly alarmed her. "I didn't know that. He didn't...I mean..see..."

"No. I'm not THAT stupid. Those type of pictures are just for my eyes ONLY," Dean assured her.

"Okay. Good. I mean I trust you,but I got worried there for a second that maybe he accidentally saw something he shouldn't."

"Besides telling time is boring. I like to use my phone for much more interesting things like with you and that little conversation we had that night last week before you flew out here. That was...REALLY interesting to me..." Dean trailed off smirking seductively.

Martha blushed knowing he was referring to a particularly heated night of phone sex when he had called her up late one night needy and missing her so much he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Dean..." she warned.

"I WILL say this though. When I was designing your necklace and saw how it came out,all I could dream about was you...naked...wearing it...and nothing else...while you were riding me...slowly...as we were making love...watching you above me and the necklace nestled in between your breasts that I love so much..."

While her mind filed away Dean's little fantasy for later fulfillment,Martha felt her body start to betray her excitement at being in such close quarters with an incredibly hot and dominant sexy man.

"Deeaaaannn..." Martha whined.

"Okay,okay. I won't tease you anymore,sweetheart...at least not right now," he winked turning over the watch in his hand so he could read the inscription that she had said was on there.

'Never enough time in a day to tell you how much I love you.' he silently read to himself. Dean swallowed thickly. There she was again. Telling him how much she loved him.

"Just like I predicted. I love it...and I love YOU," he whispered reaching to hold her tightly in his arms again and raining kisses around her face. He could feel her smile once he pecked her lips.

"Whoa,tiger. Easy there. Don't start something you can't finish..."

"I think you know by now that I can definitely...'finish'..." he smirked making a couple of thrusting motions against her body and rubbing against her so she could feel his body's quickly hardening reaction in response to being so close to her.

"Oh I know you can,lover boy,but I don't think that Seth and Roman would appreciate being kept waiting so long. You know how we get carried away. Plus last time we were in the next room,Roman said he was gonna invest in some heavy duty ear plugs."

"That's because SOMEONE couldn't keep it quiet enough and just HAD to keep moaning and screaming my name like that." Dean grinned.

"That's because SOMEONE had to keep whispering in my ear all the dirty things he was going to do to me...then DOING them," Martha grinned back.

"You know you love my dirty talk."

"Just as much as you love my screaming your name."

The couple smiled naughtily at each other,knowing that tonight they would most probably pick up this conversation with decidedly most delicious results.

'Yeah,' Martha thought happily. 'Screw those people who think we have an overactive sex life!' She was definitely enjoying being in love with and loving Dean Ambrose and since he seemed to be doing the same with her,that's all that matters!

Dean got a curious look upon his face suddenly. "Hey,you never did say what you thought we were talking about in there."

Martha looked at him and felt her face heat. She couldn't tell him she thought he was talking about how many times she gave him a blowjob! Martha pulled away from Dean and suddenly became very busy with the bag of food. "You know,you're right. The food WILL get cold."

Dean looked up from putting his new watch on his wrist at her sudden change of topic and saw her face had gone red. This made him even MORE curious to know what she had been thinking!

"Martha..."

"C'mon. Roman and Seth are out there waiting for us..." She heaved the bag back up into her arms and tried to brush past him.

"Roman and Seth can wait. Martha,tell me what you wer..."

He was interrupted by his girlfriend pushing past him and throwing the bathroom door open shouting, "Who wants egg rolls?"

As he saw Seth and Roman jump up from the couch eager to finally eat,Dean narrowed his eyes and vowed to himself to find out exactly what had been going through that pretty little head of Martha's and...what Dean Ambrose wants,Dean Ambrose gets...

THE END