He woke up next morning to a strange yet lovely feeling. Someone was lying on top of him, kissing down his cheeks and jaw, soft lips connecting with his skin. A little smile spread on his face while he wrapped his arms around her back to keep her there.

"Fangirl," he said lowly while opening his eyes.
"Hi," she smiled softly at him.
"No, don't stop," he giggled.

She tilted her head to the side and smirked.

"I'm still very angry with you," she said.
"I can see that," he said.

With one quick move he rolled them both around so that he was on top. He dropped his head low to kiss her neck, slowly teasing her with his lips while he started grinding his crotch against her.

"Guess I better start making it up to you then," he said.
"Better make it fucking good," she said.
"Oh, I will, fangirl," his tone dropped low. "I'll have you screaming in no time."
"Show off!" She snapped.
"Fangirl!" He snapped back.
"Just fuck me already!" She continued the battle of words.
"I will once you shut up and let me!" He fired back.

Many hours later they had made it out of bed and were in the livingroom relaxing on the couch when there was a knock on the door. He got up and walked out to open. He was surprised to find Undertaker there but he stepped aside right away and let the older man in.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" She asked as they came walking into the livingroom together.
"How could I not be here after what you told me last night?" Undertaker said.

He dropped down on the couch and wrapped his arms around her.

"Baby girl," he cried into her hair. "I'm so fucking sorry."
"It's alright, dad," she said. "I'm alright."

Dean quietly made his way to a chair across from them. He didn't wanna interfere but he didn't want to leave either. He had a feeling she needed him to be in the room with her so he stayed.

"I went to Vince and I tried, Maisie, I really tried, but I can't get any of them fired," Undertaker said.
"Why not?" Dean couldn't keep quiet.
"There's no proof. Even if she comes forward with her story, that's all it'll ever be. A story," Undertaker said.
"That's fucking rich!" Dean spat.
"Hey, I'm not the enemy here," Undertaker said.
"No, Randy is," Dean said.
"Please, stop," she said.

They both looked at her as she held up her hands to make them stop arguing.

"It's okay, dad. I already know that you and uncle Kane did something," she said.
"How do you... we didn't do anything," Undertaker said.
"Please, I grew up around you, remember?" She rolled her eyes.
"Fine. Randy took a fall down the stairs in the hotel last night. No one's fault. He was just being clumsy and broke his leg," Undertaker shrugged his shoulders as if he was innocent.

Dean cracked a smirk and nodded his approval to the man.

"He'll be back in a couple of months though," Undertaker continued.
"I don't wanna go back, dad," she said determined. "Don't worry about me, I'm done being a screw up, but please don't make me go back."
"Of course not. I trust you. You can stay in the house until we find you a new apartment," he said.
"I don't wanna go back to your house either. I'm done with that town," she said.
"But where do you wanna go then?" He asked.
"I don't know," she shrugged her shoulders. "I'll figure something out."
"You can stay here," the words left Dean's mouth before he could even think about it.

Father and daughter looked at him wide-eyed.

"Say what?" She asked.
"You really mean that, kid?" Undertaker asked.
"Yeah, I don't mind," Dean smiled at her. "I mean, just till you know what you wanna do or where you wanna live."
"No bullshit?" Undertaker asked.
"No, man, I respect you both too much. I'm on the road as much as you are so she'll basically have the place to herself," Dean answered.
"Maisie?" Undertaker asked.
"I guess I can stay here for now. Just until I find my own place," she said.
"Good, then it's settled. I'll make sure the rest of your stuff gets here," Undertaker said and hugged her. "Now, let me take both of you out for dinner."

THREE MONTHS LATER

"Fangirl?" Dean shouted as he opened the door.
"Bear!" Her voice reached him before he could see her.

She came running through the house and jumped up into his arms. She always welcomed him home from the road like that and he could never grow tired of it. As always he held her up and gave her a kiss.

"Someone missed me," he chuckled.
"Always," she said.
"Missed you too, fangirl," he said.

He gave her one more kiss and put her back down. Three months and she was still there. In the beginning she had talked about getting her own place but as time went by and they grew more and more close, the conversation just died out on its own and she just stayed around without them actually talking about it. He didn't mind at all. He wanted her there, forever if she would.

"I got good news," he said and smiled proudly. "Guess who's in the main event at Wrestlemania this year."
"Oh my god, bear, that's amazing!" Her eyes lit up with pride. "Against who?"
"John Cena, Big Show and Daniel Bryan," he answered.
"You guys are gonna kick their asses!" She demanded.
"Of course," he said and winked. "But first there's another ass I wanna get my hands on."

He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her ass. She whined in thrill and reached up to pull her fingers through his hair, pulling his head down for another kiss while he walked her backwards through the house to the bedroom.

"I'd love for you to come to Mania," he mubled between the kisses as he lowered her down on the bed. "We'll all make sure to keep you far away from those three."
"I don't know, bear. Have you deserved it?" She asked teasingly.
"Have I...?" He looked at her as if he accepted an unspoken challenge. "In 30 minutes you bet your ass I have."

He gave her a dirty look as he crawled down between her legs, pushing her dress up before hooking his fingers into her panties and sliding them down her legs.

"30 minutes? That seems way too ambitious. Your jaw's gonna give up before that time," she giggled.
"You got it all wrong, fangirl," he said before giving her the first teasing lick that made her shiver. "10 minutes down here first, then 20 minutes of fucking you so good you won't even remember your own name."
"Is that a promise?" She asked.
"You fucking well know it," he said before attacking her with his tongue.