She had never gotten back to sleep after Dean's visit that had left her sobbing on the floor. After finally getting all the tears out of her system, she managed to pull herself up, take a shower and get dressed. She hit the town to find an open coffee bar where she could sit in peace.
Several hours and too many cups of coffee later, she walked through town once again to get to the arena. She walked through the hallways without greeting anyone until she found catering and dumped down at a table. She should eat something. Coffee didn't count as food. She just couldn't. She felt so empty and cold.
As she sat there, lost in her own thoughts and self-pity, it suddenly sounded as if hell on earth broke loose out in the hallway. Several people were shouting, the word "stop" hit her from different voices. She hurried to the door to see Seth and Roman trying to pry Dean and Randy apart but Dean wouldn't have it as he continued to jump on Randy to beat him while Randy did his best to hit back. A few of the female wrestlers, Alicia Fox and Dana Brooke, stood a little away, shouting for them to stop.
Without thinking Maisie threw herself into the mix, stepping in between the two fighting men along with Seth and Roman. The two men finally managed to pull Dean away but only enough for her to stand between them to keep them apart.
"Some friends you have," Randy spat at her.
He reached his hand towards her but he never got to actually touch her. Dean was still close enough to reach her and he grabbed her arm and pushed her behind him protectively while stepping up into Randy's personal space again.
"You don't touch her!" He growled warningly.
"Aw Dean, are you falling for her?" Randy laughed mockingly. "Don't worry, I've already touched that many times before."
Dean was about to take a swing again when he felt her hand on his arm.
"Dean, let it go, please. He's not worth it," she said.
"No, he's not worth anything," Dean growled and took a step backwards.
He eyed Randy for a few seconds more before finally spinning around on his heel and walking down the hallway. Seth and Roman quickly followed. She took a look around. Randy, Alicia and Dana were all staring at her so she decided to follow the guys to their locker room. Once inside Dean threw his bag across the room in a rage.
"Dean, please," she tried.
"Fuck off, fangirl!" He shouted.
"Stop it!" Roman raised his voice.
"No, I won't! Everything has gone wrong since she came along!" Dean shouted. "Get the fuck out of here, fangirl! I don't ever wanna see you again!"
To his astonishment she actually turned around and walked straight out of the door, slamming it behind her with force. He hadn't expected that. As always he thought he would do a bit of shouting and she would bitch back at him and Seth and Roman would fly right in to save the day and calm them both down. He suddenly felt a strange feeling of emptiness go through him.
"Great job, asshole!" Seth said angrily.
She hadn't felt anger like that before. Between everything that had happened - Dean's behaviour, his nightly visits, his weird confession, him leaving her alone with the pain, the fight between him and Randy, him shutting her down again - she suddenly felt so angry. The pain she had felt that morning was gone and she just wanted to break something or someone. She walked around with the anger all day, feeling how it grew minute by minute, until she couldn't take it anymore late that evening.
Dean was back in his hotel room. He had declined going out with Seth and Roman. He couldn't stand the thought of even trying to have fun. He felt something he hadn't felt in a very long time. He felt hurt.
He didn't expect anybody so the knock on the door took him by surprise. Expecting to find Seth or Roman there, maybe one of them had forgotten their key card, he walked over and opened. To his surprise Maisie stood there. Before he could say anything, her fist connected with his jaw. She had slapped him before but this was the first time her fist went straight into his face. He took a couple of steps backwards. Not because she had hit him hard enough to make him stumble but because he was taken by surprise.
"You fucking asshole!" She said angrily.
She walked into the room and slammed the door behind her with same force as she had done earlier in the locker room and for a brief second he wondered if any of the neighbours would complain about the loud noise.
"You think you can just play with me like you please? You think you can just fucking break me and then leave me alone to pick myself up like you did this morning? You said my name, Dean. You said my name for the first time and you made me tell you something I've never told anyone. And what did you do? You just walked away. Did you get a thrill out of breaking me like that?" She was almost yelling.
"I never wanted to..." He said.
"Shut up!" She was yelling now. "Not a fucking word out of you, asshole!"
Her fist hit his jaw again and once agan he just allowed her to take a free punch without hitting her back. Something he would never have done with anyone else, not even his own mother.
"Why, Dean? Why do you keep fucking with my head like that?" She asked. "Why did you leave me this morning?"
"I was angry with myself," he answered.
"Why?" She asked.
"Because of what I did to you," he answered.
"God damn it," she mumbled.
She raised her hands to her temples, slowly rubbing them as if she was trying to keep a headache at bay.
"You didn't know," she finally said.
"That's right, I didn't know, but I shouldn't have pushed you after you said no. I should have respected you, and the alcohol inside me is no excuse for what I did. I fucked up. I hurt you," he said.
"Is that why you attacked Randy today?" She asked.
"Yeah, that bastard needed to be taught a lesson after what he did to you," he answered.
"This is so messed up," she whimpered.
"You're telling me," he said with a little sad giggle.
"And that's not even the worst part," she said and stepped up close to him. "The worst part is that I want you."
He stared at her wide-eyed. Had she actually just said the words that he craved to hear so badly? The look in her eyes told him he hadn't been hearing things and without thinking he crashed his lips down on hers. His arms wrapped around her and for a short second a voice of reason tore through his brain and he broke the kiss while he still could.
"This isn't right," he breathed heavily. "I don't deserve you."
"Are you fucking gonna deny me what I want after how you treated me?" She asked in disbelief. "Dean Ambrose, you fucking asshole!"
She tried pushing herself out of his arms but the voice of reason was disappearing again and he held on tighter.
"It's a fucking turn on when you say my name," he said in a gravelly voice. "Now, how about you scream it for me instead?"
"Shut up!" She hissed as she reached for his jeans. "You talk too fucking much!"
"So do you, fangirl!" He hissed back.
He attacked her again, kissing and biting her, undressing her while pushing her towards the bed. He gave her a push down on it and quickly stripped out of his own clothes. This time was so different than the first time around. He didn't want it to end quickly. He didn't want her to beg. He didn't want to leave her unsatisfied. He wanted her, all of her.
He crawled up on the bed and pushed her legs apart. He owed her big time for how he acted the first time around and he was gonna pay up until she wouldn't have it anymore. He bit up her inner thigh, leaving small red marks while she moaned at the pain. Finally reaching his destination, he gave her a few lazy licks, making her sigh for more, before he finally went all in. He swirled his tongue around, driving her crazy with lust, while two of his fingers found their way inside her, thrusting into her at a steady pace that matched the pace of his tongue. When she finally screamed out his name, he couldn't stop smirking against her while he continued licking. It was totally worth it and he wanted to hear it again, several times if he could.
"Dean!" She squealed and tugged on his hair.
"Just fucking enjoy it, fangirl," he got out between his licks.
"But I want you to fuck me," she said.
He let out a little chuckle but continued with his tongue and fingers until he had her cumming a second time. Then he finally moved up to kiss her again while he pushed his dick inside her.
"So I heard it's been a while," he said jokingly.
"Yeah, two years," she said.
"Want me to take it slow?" He asked.
"Can you?" She asked back.
"Probably not," he admitted laughingly. "But don't I get points for trying?"
"Will you just shut up already and fuck me?" She whined.
Would he ever! All night if she asked him to. He bowed his head down to kiss her neck as he started trusthing. He did try to take it slow, at least for the first five seconds, but it was impossible. She felt and sounded too good and the way her nails ran up his back had him on edge. He sped up, found what to him was a more normal pace, and the way she moaned he knew he had her right where he wanted. When she tensed up and her walls squeezed him, it felt better than ever, and the way his name fell from her lips over and over as he thrust through her orgasm was like a heavenly choir.
"Bloody hell, fangirl!" He growled as he came right after.
He rolled down next to her and looked at her with a little smile on his face. For a little while they just lied there, none of them saying a word, and then he remembered. Roman and Seth would be back at some point.
"I don't know when Roman and Seth will be back so maybe we better cut this short just in case," he said.
"Wow, Dean, real classy," she said and got out of bed.
"What?" He asked.
"If you want to get rid off me, just say so. Don't use them as an excuse," she said.
He watched her as she turned her back against him and got back in her clothes. He should say something, anything at all, but for some reason he couldn't get the words out. He didn't want her to leave but he had never wanted a woman to stay before and the unfamiliar feeling and the pull in his heart were scary so he just kept quiet.
"You played me good," she said once she was fully dressed.
"Maisie, I..." He tried.
"No! Don't use my fucking name all of the sudden. You got what you wanted. You broke me. You succeeded. I hope it was everything you wished for," she said.
With those words she quickly disappeared out of the room before he could even think of anything to say to stop her. This was it. He had fucked up way worse than before. She was gone and he should go after her, open the door and scream after her, but he just laid frozen in bed.
Angrily she walked towards the elevator. As the doors opened she came face to face with Seth and Roman.
"Maisie? What are you doing on our floor?" Seth asked.
"Leaving," she answered as she stepped into the elevator.