Hell Bound For You

Chapter : Elle

Dean stared up at the ceiling Saturday afternoon while absently rubbing tiny circles on Mallory's lower back. It was after 2 and he wanted to wake her up but thought better of it as he opted to admire the way the warm Texas sunlight glistened on her smooth brown skin. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep but as soon as he started to drift off, Mallory woke up.

"Afternoon peaches…" Dean rasped with a chuckle, his eyes still closed.

"Mmm hey sugar…" Mallory murmured sleepily and pecked his lips. She sat up and stretched, letting out a yawn to fully wake herself up. Dean continued to rub her back with a smirk on his face until his stomach grumbled.

"Ooh...someone's hungry. Actually, I'm a little hungry myself. You want a snack or something? I know you're going to the gym in a little while..." she shrugged, looking over at him and started to get out of bed.

"Hey not so fast!" Dean chuckled, pulling Mallory back into the bed making her yelp.

"Dean what are you doing you doofus?" she giggled, trying to escape his grasp. He kissed her neck and collarbones trying his best to distract her from going into the kitchen.

"Gotta get my first serving of fruit for the day..." Dean thought to himself as he laid kiss after kiss on her neck making it down to the tops of her breasts. Mallory moaned softly as her fingers tangled themselves in his copper blonde hair. She rolled her hips a bit as Dean situated himself between her thighs. He kissed his way down to the valley between her breasts kneading them.

"Dean…" she panted, wrapping one of her long legs around his waist pulling him closer. He cracked a devious smile as he began to push her silk nightie up over her hips to pick at her tiny black thong. He was about to unveil his prize but his stomach grumbled once again catching her attention.

"Alright that's it...I'm making us a snack and you need to get to the gym. I don't want Roman kicking my door down looking for your ass" she huffed pushing away from Dean and hopping out of bed.

"Babe come on...I'm fine! I'm not really that hungry" he whined, jumping out of bed.

"Nope! You're eating something and I'm gonna pick up stuff from the store to make us dinner" Mallory smirked, taking out some lunch meat and other items to make them some sandwiches.


"Alright Mallory, I promise to bring this fool back to you in one piece. I gotta get back to my girls when we're done. I promised buttercup we'd go to the movies..." Roman chuckled as Dean got into his rental car.

"Ok… you boys have fun!" she smiled, waving at them as Roman drove away.

WWE had a few house shows in the Houston area that weekend but the boys were lucky enough to have Saturday off. Seth and Brenna were already at the gym waiting for Dean and Roman while Christina and Noelani waited at their hotel for Roman's return.

After watching the guys leave, Mallory gathered her purse and shopping list and made her way to the grocery store. As she cautiously she pulled into the parking lot she couldn't help but think about a discussion she and Dean had one month earlier about people parking next to his precious Dodge Challenger that he named, Sheila.

"Can't believe I'm parking this far back, but sugar does have a point. I don't want any dinged up cars or snot nosed kids touching my car either…" she giggled to herself walking into the store.


"Oh come on Ambrose… you can't be that winded yet!" Seth teased as Dean stopped midway through his box jumps.

"Seth... be nice" Brenna scoffed at her boyfriend as she walked over to Dean. "You doing ok buddy?" she asked with a look of concern due to Dean clutching at his side.

"I don't know, Brenna. I'm not feeling to hot right now." he groaned. Brenna placed a hand over her heart and kneeled down in front of Dean to check on him. Her inner nursing instincts immediately kicked in and she began to check his pulse.

"Should I tell her… or do you wanna tell her?" Roman whispered to Seth as they both tried to suppress their laughter. Seth held a hand up to his friend as he shook his head smiling.

"I'll tell her bro…" Seth snickered as he took the few steps needed to get over to Brenna and Dean.

"Your pulse seems to be normal. Do your ribs hurt? Are you having any other pains?"

"Bren…"

"Not now Seth…"

"Brenna…"

"Seth, I said not now…"

"But babe, Dean's totally faking..." Seth chuckled, pointing at his friend. Brenna cut her eyes over to Seth and quickly glanced back to Dean who was sitting there with an impish grin on his face.

She sighed and rose to her feet. "You're all a bunch of assholes…" she jeered, brushing past Seth and over to the opposite side of the gym.

"Looks like you've got some apologizing to do..." Dean smirked.

"Yeah and it's your damn fault" Seth sighed with a chuckle. "Bren… come on my sweet and sexy ninja bunny don't be mean to me baby." he pleaded jogging over to his girlfriend.

"That poor fool…" Roman laughed as he resumed his workout. "Remind me to never take your ass to the gym with me and Coco cause she'd kill you if you faked her out" he chuckled.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind brother…" Dean smiled, hopping up to resume his workout.


Once Mallory had returned from the grocery store, she got all the other groceries put away and began to season the chicken she had bought for dinner. After seasoning the meat she washed her hands then cranked up the volume on her radio as she kicked off her sandals and danced her way back into the kitchen.

She bobbed her head and rocked her hips to Motley Crue's, "Girls, Girls, Girls" while chopping up some red potatoes to get them ready as well. The oven beeped a few seconds later and Mallory shifted over to slide the seasoned chicken and freshly chopped red potatoes inside.

"Better get the green beans started…" she mused after washing the extra spices off her hands.

After chopping and rinsing the beans she tossed them into the boiler and added some seasonings. While the food cooked she started to spruce up the kitchen.

"Damn Mrs. A… you've got it smelling good in here!" Dean rejoiced, walking into Mallory's apartment. Since they were still testing out the whole marriage thing, they took turns staying in Houston and Las Vegas whenever Dean's schedule wasn't too hectic.

"Thanks babe. I wanted to cook something nice for us since all we do is dine out or order in…" she giggled while wiping down the counter. Dean tossed his gym bag down in the laundry room and walked over to stand behind Mallory in the kitchen.

He casually surveyed her powder blue floral crop top and her pink tight fitting twist skirt. "Looking mighty fine too... Mrs. Ambrose." he rasped, licking his lips as he pressed himself up against her backside.

"Babe..." Mallory chuckled.

"Mmm… I know what I want to eat right now" he groaned, dragging his hands up the back of her smooth thighs. A silent gasp escaped from her lips when she felt Dean pushing her skirt up over her hips. He heavily kneaded the flesh of her soft round cheeks as he picked at her tiny lace thong with his thumb.

"So damn sexy…" he cooed, continuing to massage Mallory's curvy backside. "So what's for dinner peaches?"

"Uh… we're… we're having roasted chicken with red potatoes and green beans. It's almost…" she trailed off giving into the sensation of Dean pressing his hardness against her.

"It's almost what, sexy?" he asked with a teasing tone allowing one of his large hands to slip between her thighs and rub at her panty covered mound. He settled into a slow teasing motion rubbing circles around her swelling clit.

"Baby…" Mallory moaned, pushing herself back against his hand. "I need to… to flip the chicken. I want it to be perfect" she whimpered. Dean withdrew his hand and allowed Mallory to proceed with tending to the food as it baked. He studied her ass with heavy intent as he bit down on his bottom lip. If only she wasn't bent over in front of the oven.

After turning all the chicken breast, Mallory took a moment to collect herself finally realizing that her skirt was still up over her hips. She reached to tug it back into place but Dean grabbed her hands and gently pushed her back against the kitchen counter.

"Don't worry about your skirt darling because it's about to come off... right now" Dean growled, grabbing Mallory by the back of her head and smashing his lips against hers in a heated kiss. Her hands roamed his torso as she found the seam of his tank top. She pulled up and Dean quickly shrugged out of the black tank. Mallory's honey colored eyes roamed her husband's body hungrily as he pulled her against him and began unzipping the back of her crop top.

"While dinner's cooking, I'm gonna go ahead and have dessert" he said with a low tone. He yanked the tiny top down exposing her bountiful breast. Mallory sighed in ecstasy as Dean wrapped his lips around one of her perky nipples. Making sure not to avoid the other perfect pebble, he rolled it between his index finger and thumb as his tongue smacked against the one he was currently sucking on. He pulled back flashing a devious grin before quickly picking her up and sitting her on the counter.

"Now for the real treat…" he smiled, looping his fingers into the waistband of her thong.

"But baby, what about the food?" she stalled, placing a hand on his chest.

"What about it?" he smirked.

"I don't want it to burn, you doofus!" she snickered, slapping at his arm.

"Alright, alright… here you can set the timer on my phone" he laughed, handing his phone over to his wife. She blushed taking the phone and setting the timer before placing it down on the counter.

"How much time do we have peaches?" he asked.

"35 minutes…" she smiled smugly. Dean grinned and quickly slipped his fingers back into the waistband of the tiny lace undergarment pulling it down her longs legs. He watched her panties slip off completely and kissed her hard before gently pushing her to lay back on the counter.

"There's my prize…" he smiled, tugging her butt to the edge of the kitchen counter before kneeling down. He tossed one of Mallory's legs over his shoulder and held the other one up in the air gently spreading her folds apart as he began his assault.


"Dean… Dean… oh God!" Mallory writhed in pleasure while tangling her fingers into Dean's messy copper blonde hair. He lapped at her wet slit pausing for a moment to sink his tongue deep between her folds. Her eyes fluttered and her toes curled with each thrust of his tongue.

"So fucking sweet baby…" Dean whispered, sucking her swollen nub between his lips. Her body began to shake as Dean's pace quickened. He knew she was close to reaching her climax.

"She's gonna kill me for this…" he thought to himself as he suddenly pulled away right as Mallory arched her back.

"Sorry peaches, but I gotta save room for dinner" he smirked, pulling himself up to stand in front of her. She was furious to say the least. Dean couldn't help but give Mallory an impish grin as she bored a hole through his skull.

"What? The food's gonna be done soon" he shrugged.

"So you're just gonna do me like that?" she huffed, hopping down from the counter. "That was so not cool, Dean!" she scoffed, wiping down the kitchen counter once more after readjusting her skirt.

"At least let me help you get your top back on since I pulled it off…" he interjected. She shot him a wicked glare before quickly turning her back to Dean allowing him to zip her shirt up. Afterwards she pulled away from his embrace and tended to the food.

"Grab some plates from the cabinet. What do you want to drink?" she asked blandly.

"Aww don't be mad doll. I'm going to finish what I started, I promise. And I'll take a beer if you've got any…" he replied, looking back to make sure she wasn't about to kill him considering they were in the kitchen and she was next to the knife set. It wasn't often that Dean teased Mallory when it came to sex but this was definitely one of his greatest upset moments.

"Fine. If that's the way he wants to do it…" she thought. "Here's a Budweiser for you and one for me…" she said as she sat the beers on her dining room table.

"Are you mad at me because I didn't let you cum?" Dean asked with a nervous chuckle causing Mallory's eyes to widen. She shook her head briefly before responding.

"Nope. I'm fine sugar… Now let's eat." she said with a cunning smile, handing him a plate of food.


After dinner, Mallory wrapped and stored the remainder of the food in the fridge. She rinsed off the plates and silverware that she and Dean used then placed them in the dishwasher. Unable to keep his hands away from his wife's curvaceous rear, Dean cupped Mallory's ass kneading it roughly.

"Dinner was absolutely delicious, peaches…" he muttered, kissing at her neck. "You mind if I get a second helping of dessert since I didn't finish earlier?" For a brief second she almost gave in to his touch and the soothing sound of his raspy voice. He continued to place light kisses on her soft flesh while sliding a hand underneath her thin skirt.

"No. Not here sugar…" Mallory panted, pulling away from Dean as his kisses and heavy petting made her light headed. She turned to face him with a smile forming at the corners of her plush lips. "How about a little one on one bath time? Besides, you still need to take your shower big boy" she marveled.

"Well lead the way darling…" Dean replied, following her into the bedroom. As they walked toward the bathroom they left a trail of their clothes behind. His shirt and shorts laid in a pool on the bedroom floor while her skirt was close to the bathroom door. Dean entered the bathroom and got the shower water running as Mallory unzipped her crop top tossing it into the hamper in the closet.

She yelped as Dean pulled her body flush against his nipping at her hardened nipples. He slid the shower door open and helped her in making sure to hold on to her tight. Once they were inside, Dean shut the door and their lips met quickly in the steamy shower. Her hands roamed his body sliding up over his toned back pulling him in close.

He pressed her to the shower wall and gathered her arms above her head making sure to pin her wrist down with one of his large hands. She moaned into his mouth feeling his free hand as it slipped between her thighs and grazed her wet folds.

"Baby… I want you" she panted, lunging her neck forward to kiss him again.

"Shall we pick up where I left off?" Dean whispered as his rough hand caressed her soft flesh. She nodded eagerly awaiting for her wrists to be released. Dean freed her arms and buried his face into the crook of her neck as her pushed her folds apart slipping a finger between them and pressing down on her swollen nub.

Mallory smiled softly at Dean as their lips grazed one another's. She arched up pressing her back into the wall more as Dean sped up circling her clit with his fingers and occasionally dipping one or two inside her core. Her breath hitched as he picked up his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of her body with fury.

"Oh God, Dean…" she shrieked nearly pushing herself up the shower wall. Her body began to quiver and her walls clenched down around his fingers with each thrust.

"You're close aren't you, peaches? You're gonna cum…" he growled softly sucking on one of her earlobes. Unable to find her voice at that moment, Mallory could only nod in agreement. She arched the lower half of her body up a bit more allowing Dean's fingers to go deeper. Just as her body coiled and prepared for her release, Dean quickly pulled his fingers away causing Mallory to have to catch herself against the shower wall.

He smirked at the frustrated sigh that escaped Mallory's lips and slowly began lathering himself up. Mallory silently followed in his footsteps and began lathering herself. Suddenly she felt Dean's rough hands slide up her soapy torso attempting to pull her back into his body but she quickly turned away from him.

"Seriously… you are such an asshole!" she huffed, shoving Dean back against the cold tiles of the shower wall. "And quite frankly I don't think it's fair what you've been doing to me today… Mr. Ambrose" she whispered, nibbling on an earlobe as she gripped his length firmly.

"But it's alright baby... I'm gonna take care of my man even though he wouldn't take care of me." Dean couldn't hold back his groans any longer as Mallory continued to stroke his hardened cock. She tightened her grip as the suds washed away from their bodies. Their lips met in a searing kiss before she slowly left a trail of feather kisses down his chest.

"Mmm… would you look at that…" Mallory exhaled, situating herself down on her knees in front of him. She gripped his rod and slapped it against her tongue nearly smiling when Dean would squirm. His anticipation was through the roof. The one thing he loved more than being buried deep inside of his woman, was her mouth.


"Holy...shit!" Dean growled, grabbing a handful of Mallory's hair. She bobbed her head up and down his length quickly working him up into a frenzy by gripping the back of his legs pulling him closer.

"Fuck I'm close peaches… real close" he panted, thrusting into her mouth. She pushed her plush lips all the way down to the base of his cock, deep throating him as best she could. His knees began to buckle as his orgasm grew closer. He dug his fingers into Mallory's hair gripping it tighter and leaned up on the balls of his feet preparing to coat the back of her throat with his seed.

She smiled around him and immediately pulled away right as Dean was about to let go.

"All done…" Mallory sighed, standing up wiping at her mouth as she grabbed a near by towel. She patted Dean on his chest and gave him a little smirk before stepping out and leaving him alone with a major hard on.

"What the hell?" Dean yelled in frustration.

"Sucks doesn't it?" she cackled from the bedroom. "It's called karma and I just gave you a big dose of it, sugar."

Dean cursed and mumbled as he hastily turned off the shower water. He snatched his towel and quickly dried off making his way into the bedroom to see Mallory already dressed for bed. Her short beige nighty was enough to drive him mad but he knew he had gotten what he deserved.

He watched her crawl into the king sized bed and settle underneath the covers before crawling in afterwards. She turned off her bedside light and slid over towards the middle to wait for Dean to cuddle her.

"Come on sugar, you know you wanna hold me…" she said teasingly. Dean sighed and unfolded his arms allowing Mallory to lay her head on his chest. She traced her fingers through the faint amount of hair on his chest and slipped a leg over his as they laid in darkness.


"So tell me something about your past, peaches…" Dean inquired.

"Like what?" Mallory responded.

"Umm...I don't know" he chuckled. "Perhaps something a husband should know about his wife. I mean we've been in this marriage for almost three months now and we've known each other for quite a while. The only thing I really know about you other than the fact that you're a goddess between these sheets is that you're an amazing cook. I think it's time I learn about my wife and that she learns about me…" he simply stated.

"Well I guess that's fair enough" she giggled softly burying her face into his chest. "Where should I start?"

"How about old boyfriends? Any of them truly capture your heart?" he asked.

"Wow...starting off with the serious stuff huh?" she chuckled nervously. She took a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking.

"There was only one guy that I ever used the 'L' word with and believe me I quickly regretted that decision. I never felt more betrayed in my life than I did then…" she huffed. Dean frowned, feeling slightly grateful that the lights were off. He caressed her back and kissed her forehead silently encouraging her to continue.

"His name was Trevor and we had been together since high school. You know how this story goes. Captain of the football team dates the cheerleading captain…" she paused as Dean snickered.

"Oh I'm sorry… did I say something funny?" she asked, pinching his side.

"No… I just, I can't picture you as a cheerleader that's all" he laughed.

"Ass…" she hissed, smacking his chest playfully.

"Ok… ok, I'm sorry. Please continue…" he chortled. A smile spread across his face when he felt Mallory shake her head.

"As I was saying… he played football and I was the cheer captain. We stayed together through college but a few months after we graduated he started to change. He got possessive and tried to isolate me. There was nothing I could do and nowhere I could go."

"What about your parents? Weren't they in the city with you?" Dean quaked.

"Pfft… My relationship with my parents was nowhere near the love and joy that Tina and Brenna's parents gave them. Hell there were so many times I wished that it would've been my parents in that car wreck instead of theirs…" she sniffed, wiping at a tear.

"You wanna talk about what happened with your parents instead of Trevor?" Dean mumbled, feeling Mallory tense up in his arms.

"No! There isn't enough alcohol in the fucking world to make me open that chapter yet!" she snapped, sighing afterwards. She took a moment to sit up and turn on the light rubbing at her eyes after. Dean sat up to comfort her pulling his wife into his lap and cradling her body against his.

"Tell you what… how about we discuss Trevor and your parents another day. I for one know exactly how you feel when it comes to the parental situation. So for now let's focus on something else" he simply suggested. Mallory wiped at her eyes and nodded her head slowly leaning it down to rest on Dean's shoulder.

"Roman and Christina's wedding is next week so let's be happy for them, peaches. In the meantime I guess just at least tell me your middle name." Dean smiled, kissing Mallory's cheek. She gave him a teary eyed smile before finally speaking.

"It's Rachelle... My middle name is Rachelle. Our parents had this weird thing where all the girls middle names ended in 'elle', it was cute but weird" she giggled, drying her eyes with the backs of her hands.

"So… if we ever have a daughter, her middle name is going to end in 'elle'?" Dean grinned curiously. Mallory pulled back looking at him wide eyed. Just the simple fact that he even hypothetically mentioned children caught her off guard.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" he questioned.

"N… No, I just wasn't expecting you to say that." she smiled. Dean pulled her close again, this time getting her to lay on her back underneath him.

"Well darling… it's like I said, we still have so much to learn about each other" he whispered, leaning in to press his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. The time for them to truly sit down and talk will eventually rear its head, but for now the only thing Dean could focus on was making his wife smile with pleasure.


Thank you guys for your patience and loyalty! Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! Hell Without You is up next and then Roman and Coco's wedding *cues music* lol. Oh, also if you haven't done so already please be sure to vote in the poll on my profile page for the song that Roman and Christina should share their first dance to. Thank you my lovelies!

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