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Hell in a Cell 2013—Dean's POV

''So we could all be champions by the end of tonight?" Elle knocked on our locker room just a few minutes ago. Currently though she is pacing a hole through our carpet. I can only assume that she's nervous about not only competing for Diva's championship but this is also her first pay-per-view.

I look at Seth expecting him to comfort or at least hold her in one place. He just shakes his head. Ever since Seth decided to step back for a little, he's been distant. It's damn annoying and frustrating. I'm about ready to beat some sense into his stupid two-toned head.

Finally, Roman steps towards Elle and grabs her shoulders. ''Babygirl, please stop moving. You're going to exhaust yourself before your match.''

Roman's hands dwarfs Elle's slight shoulders and even from across the room I can see her visibly relax. ''I'm a little nervous.''

''Really? I couldn't tell.'' Roman tilts Elle's chin up. ''You can do this Elle, you wouldn't be in the Shield if you couldn't kick ass.''

''Believe that?" She smiles. I catch myself smiling for a second too before I can focus back on taping my wrists.

''Exactly.''

Roman doesn't let go of Elle even though they've stopped talking. His hands slowly run down Elle's arms and then settle onto her hips. Still neither of them move. What the hell is going on? I glance at Seth who is watching with clenched fists.

Seth coughs, ''Twenty minutes, Roman.''

The two jump apart and Elle hastily pushes some of her hair behind her ear. ''I guess I should go change.''

''Probably.'' Seth replies, curtly.

Elle squints, confused at Seth's clipped tone. She looks at me, but I can only shrug. I don't understand his piss poor attitude anymore. ''Once you're ready meet me back here, you're coming to my match with me.''

''Really?"

''Yeah.''

She smiles, ''See you later then, good luck guys.''

As soon as she's gone I turn on Seth, but Roman beats me to it. ''What the hell?"

''What?"

''You've been pissy for the past two weeks. Even Elle has noticed.''

Seth shrugs, ''You're imaging things. I haven't been acting any differently.''

''If you want to change the arrangement just tell us.''

Seth doesn't say anything, only scowls at the floor. I stand, fed up. ''I'm sick of this shit. First we agree that we're all going to share Elle, then it becomes just Roman and I until she's ready for all of us and now Seth is fucking pissed that he's going to have to wait. So guess what? I'm going to do what I've always done and look out for myself. I'm going to go for Elle, because I want to fuck her. If either of you have a problem with that, then fuck her first.''

Roman and Seth stare at me like I've lost my damn mind, but I don't care. It's hard enough to try to agree on wrestling shit. I don't know why I thought we could all agree to share a girl for the long term, especially one like Elle. ''Dean…''

''Roman?"

Our big man simply shrugs defeated, ''Fine.''

''Fine?" Seth finally speaks out, ''Are you kidding me?"

''He's a grown man Seth. We can't control him.''

Seth looks between Roman and myself, ''Stay away from her Ambrose. She's too good for you.''

I smirk, wanting nothing more than to punch the twerp in the face. ''Make me.''

We both take a step forward when there is a knock on door, ''Mr. Reigns and Mr. Rollins, we need you two in position.''

Immediately, Roman moves towards the door, but Seth stays for a moment. We look at each other, sizing up the competition. I smirk and Roman coughs, ''Seth, let's go.''

He leaves with a huff as I roll back on my heels. Roman looks at me and rolls his eyes, ''Did you have to do that?" I stand there silently as Roman opens the door. He stops and looks back at me, ''Don't think you've won.''

I snort as Roman leaves, confident with my ability to get Elle first. After all, I've never had issues with the fairer sex. And there's no time like the present to get to work on my newest conquest.

In minutes I'm in front of the Diva's Locker Room. Only a few of them are here tonight, and I hope Elle is alone currently. I knock and hear a loud, ''Come in!''

Once inside I find Elle stretching on the floor, now appropriately attired in Shield regalia. She's working on her legs, and I watch, appreciatively as she drops into a split, ''Well done, love.''

She flinches, like she didn't expect it to be me, but continues stretching, ''I thought I was meeting you later, Ambrose.''

''I was bored,'' I sit down on the bench across from her, unabashedly admiring her tits. ''And now I'm not.''

''Don't expect me to entertain you.'' Elle blushes, but to her credit doesn't look away, ''Could you at least pretend you aren't looking at my boobs?"

I look up and see that Elle, although perturbed, is smiling. ''Nope.''

She laughs loudly, collapsing from the split. ''You're incorrigible.''

''Whoa, whoa, my head can't understand all those big fancy words you like to use. Simplify it for the idiot of the group.''

''How about, hopeless, inappropriate, annoying?'' Elle tilts her head to the side smirking. ''Or just, asshole.''

''God, it's so adorable when you try to be feisty.'' I reach a hand out to pull her off the floor. I'm me, so I pull a little too hard and she stumbles into me. Her hand clutches my bicep to steady herself. Glancing down I find her clear eyes staring back at me. I pull her closer, my hand sliding around her waist. Her mouth drops open slightly, and her eyes lower. I feel her gaze fall on my cheekbones, then my nose and finally my mouth. She bites her lip. Taking a chance I pull Elle even closer, the small amount of distance between us feeling almost electric. Elle looks up at me with those big blue eyes, dark with wanting and I hold back a groan. I want to close the space separating us, but she needs to make the final move. And I think she will. But her eyes glaze over, followed by two quick blinks.

''We should go,'' I don't say anything and I don't move. Elle's hand drops from my bicep. ''We need to go.'' Despite her words neither of us moves. Visibly Elle inhales and exhales shakily before taking a dramatic step back. ''Sorry about that.''

I shrug, attempting to be casual. ''No worries.''

Elle's POV

I need a cool drink of water, or maybe a fan, after that incident with Dean in my locker room. When we were that close, all I could think about was having his hands on me. As Dean and I walk through backstage I'm sure that my face is bright red. I'm flushed and flustered and all together not in the right state of mind to be watching Dean wrestle up close in a few minutes.

The production assistant is talking about something as we walk to our position, but I can't hear him. My mind is running through all of the actions I denied myself a few minutes ago. A wave of heat rushes over me again. I have to find something to distract me. ''So, Roman and Seth lost?"

I'm hoping Dean answers but the assistant turns around instead, ''Yes, they did. So Goldust and Cody are still champions.''

''I hope Roman and Seth are doing alright.''

''They'll be fine. We all have our way of coping.'' Dean offers as we stop.

We have about a minute before we step into the concourse. I've never done the entrance with only two people. It all feels a little weird. Dean is clenching and unclenching his fists. I look at him, hair slicked back, title belt around his waist, he's the picture of confident or perhaps more fittingly cocky. ''Dean?"

"Yeah?" He turns as the assistant gives us a 30-second count.

''You're not the idiot of the group.''

He cocks his head to the side and then he full out smiles. ''Come here, kid.'' We hug quickly, before we are practically pushed out into the concourse, which thankfully only has about a handful of fans.

Instead of dropping down to do some pushups or pacing Dean grabs my hand again. He pulls me towards the entrance, so we are facing each other, not quite as close as earlier, but it's close enough that my heart skips a beat. I'm aware of the fans, and staff around us, but I focus on Dean. He grabs my neck, pulling us closer so he can whisper into my ear, ''Do you know what to do?"

''What do you mean?''

''Have you valeted before?" I shake my head and Dean winces.

I roll my eyes, ''It's not that hard. I'll cheer you on and look pretty while doing it. I got this.''

He chuckles lowly, and I feel my insides melt. ''It's much more than that.''

''You have two minutes, enlighten me.''

Dean leans closer, shielding my body away from the fans and I can only imagine what they think is going on right now. ''When we go out there, you live and die for me, kid. I'm the beginning and the end of your existence for the next ten minutes. Cheer me on, cheat so I win, celebrate with me, do whatever you have to do to sell that there's nothing more in the world that you want than to see your man win. If you do your job right, every man out there is going to wish that he had my girl by the end of the night.''

I walk away from Dean and he lets me go, smirking. I struggle, to remain serious and at least appear in character. ''Hmmm, I had no idea this was such an important role.''

''Just trying to look out for you kid.''

''One problem though,'' Dean inclines his head. ''I'm not your girl, Ambrose.''

I swear I hear him say, 'not yet' just as our music hits.

Ten minutes later I'm helping Dean backstage, after his loss. ''At least you kept the Title.''

He nods shortly, ''True.'' I help him to the trainer, so he can get some ice. ''You know what I think, the problem was?"

"What?"

''My shitty valet.''

''Asshole,'' I slap him in the shoulder and he winces. '''That's what you get. Now I have to go, bring back some sort of honor to the Shield this evening. Wish me luck.''

''You don't need it.''

Turns out that I could have used just a little bit of luck in my match against AJ. I don't win the Title, but I do pin AJ. Of course, I happened to be disqualified by that point. Overall though, I feel good. Usually, Diva matches in PPV don't get much time or traction but it was solid match, even if I didn't pick up the win.

''There will be more chances down the road,'' I turn and notice Seth emerging from the arena. I'm waiting for the guys outside so we can start the drive to the next city. ''You had a great match. They'll give you more championship matches.''

''Thanks. You guys had a good match too.'' Hopefully, I don't have to elaborate considering I never actually watched it.

Seth snorts, ''We had a shit match, but thanks.''

I scoot over on the wall and Seth occupies the open space. It's silent, but not uncomfortable. In NXT/FCW Seth and I could sit together for hours in silence, enjoying each other or listening to music. Recently though, he's been distant. We haven't spent time together in days. ''Is everything okay Seth?"

''What do you mean?"

''I don't know,'' I shrug, watch as John Cena, the new Heavyweight Champion, walks out and the fans cheer. ''Things just seem off between us, you know what I mean?"

He's quiet and I can feel him looking at me intently. ''Yeah.'' We sit in silence again. I wonder if Seth is going to elaborate any. "Look, Elle, I need to…''

''Ready to go?" Dean's voice rings out, interrupting Seth.

Seth rolls his eyes, but starts to walk toward our SUV. I grab his hand as he walks away. ''What were you going to say?"

My friend looks to me and then to Roman and Dean moving closer and closer. He shakes his head. ''Not that important.''

I don't believe him. ''You can talk to me about anything, you know that right?"

He smiles and tucks me under his shoulder, swinging his arm around me. ''I know.''