A/N: So I'm hoping that I will be able to update consistently once a week, assuming I continue to stay a chapter or two ahead. Since this chapter is a lot shorter than my previous two, this will be sort of a super secret bonus stage update. Oh! And happy Shieldiversary, everyone! 365 days of justice served!

Part Three: Texts I

"Hey El, wake up!" I felt my ear get flicked hard.

"Ow! What the hell, Dave?"

"You were out of it again. You've been spacing out like that a lot more often lately. Something on your mind?"

There had been something on my mind. It had been two weeks to the day from when I met Jon; Dean Ambrose as he was known to the wrestling world. He had left his number on my phone and invited me to send him a message sometime, but I had continued to put it off. I didn't want to come off as some needy girl in her early 20s. Even though I hadn't had much recent experience in the dating world, I knew a thing or two about it by this point in my life. I didn't want him to think that I was clingy or desperate. Well, not more desperate than I had already been to have had sex with him in the first place. I didn't want him to think that I thought this was a relationship. I wanted to prove that I knew better.

But in all honesty, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I felt like a high school girl with a crush. I was getting distracted a lot at work because my mind would wander back to that weekend. That wonderfully, deliciously decadent weekend.

I let out a sigh. "I can't stop thinking about him, and it's driving me mental."

"That wrestler dude? What was his name again?" asked David.

"He goes by Dean Ambrose on TV, but he kinda told me his real name during sex." I felt my cheeks flush as I recalled that moment.

"Oh he did, did he? What was that then?"

"A lady never tells. I suppose you'll just have to have sex with him and maybe he'll tell you then." David flicked me in the ear again and I glared back at him, rubbing my sore lobe.

The bar wasn't too full that night; a handful of people scattered here and there. David and I had been spending the evening chatting and filling orders, nothing too stressful. I filled up another pint for old man Larry and passed it to him.

"This is the first I've heard of our Lana finally getting out there again!" he exclaimed.

"That was intentional, Larry. I'm not going to tell a dirty perv like you about my sex life!"

David leaned in close to Larry and whispered, "I hear that the second night, it got pretty wild!"

"What? She told you and not me! I'm offended!"

"Shut the fuck up, idiots." I threw a drink coaster at them. "I never told David any specifics, Larry, so don't get jealous. And it did get pretty weird the second night." I stuck my tongue out teasingly at the two men.

"So if you can't stop thinking about him, the sex was good, and he left you his number, why don't you just text him, for Christ's sake?" David stared at me, eyebrows raised.

I fidgeted and looked down at my feet. "I don't want to come off as a needy little 20 year old sorority girl."

"Don't worry, El. You won't seem like that. You'll just come off as a needy 28 year old divorcee." I shot him a look that intended to kill. "Your shift is pretty much over, so why don't you go home, get all comfy in bed, and send him a text. You've waited this long, I think you'll be fine. This is assuming that he even remembers who you are by now."

"Point. Alright, I'm gonna do it! I'm out of here!" I mussed up David's hair and went to the back to grab my things. I was feeling elated now and couldn't wait to get back upstairs.

Snuggled up under the covers, I had a staring contest with my phone and the phone was winning. As excited as I felt leaving work, I quickly got cold feet when it was finally time for me to actually text him. Feeling defeated, I decided to turn on the TV and watch something until I fell asleep. As I flipped through the channels, I came across Monday Night RAW. I figured that since I didn't end up going to that wrestling show two weeks ago, I might as well check it out now while I'm warm and comfy in my apartment. Man, I used to love snuggling up in my PJs on the couch with my parents and watching this before bed years ago. A lot had certainly changed, however.

I watched the remaining two hours or so that was left of the show. I had no clue who most of these guys were. I recognized Triple H, although I did a double take when I saw that he had cut his hair. It had been about twelve years since I had last watched wrestling and back then, he had long hair. Damn, it really has been a long time. I recognized a few of the other older wrestlers, too. It was kind of cool, though, to see all these newer guys who looked about my age, give or take a few years. When I was younger, they were all much older men, so I looked up to them on TV almost like big brother figures. Now that many of them were closer to my age, I was looking at them with a much different eye. I was beginning to feel rather flushed, so I had to kick my covers off of me to cool down.

About an hour in to the program, three guys in black came out from the crowd. It took me a moment to recognize that one of them was Jon. I couldn't help but smile as he swaggered down the stairs alongside his two partners. Cocky bastard. His wrestling character didn't seem too far from the man I had dealt with. I felt myself getting turned on just by watching him work. It was annoying that he had this weird control over me after only fucking him twice and barely knowing any information about him. I suppose that's what all those rappers are talking about when they rap about keeping bitches in line or something. Maybe. I don't really listen to rap.

By the time the episode had ended, I had regained the courage to send him a message.

11:04pm

Hey. It's Lana.

The chick you banged two weeks ago.

Or…one of the chicks you banged two weeks ago? I wouldn't know.

Anyway, you left your number in my phone, so just saying hi.

It was done. There was no way to take back what I had sent. It wasn't anything embarrassing, but for all I knew, he had forgotten about me by the time he had arrived at the next town. I lied in bed staring at my phone for about ten minutes before I got bored and gave up waiting for his response. If he was going to respond, he would when he had a chance. If he wasn't, well it wouldn't do me any good to stare at my cell phone forever and obsess on it.

I closed my eyes. After what felt like a moment, I was awoken by my phone vibrating.

1:47am

Oh hey. Don't worry, I remember you. What's up?

My heart raced a bit. I felt awfully stupid that just receiving a casual text from him was making me giddy. It was like I was half my age and talking to a boy for the first time.

1:48 am

Oh good. Glad you remember me. Makes me feel less like a whore.

I guess I just felt the need to tell you that I actually watched RAW tonight. I liked it. It was fun.

1:50am

Oh yeah? What did you like about it?

1:51am

Now remember, I haven't watched wrestling in years, so I don't know much about specifics.

I really liked that Ziggler guy. He was really good.

1:52am

Also that Punk dude with all of the tattoos. His promo was great.

And he was really hot, too.

1:54am

Yeah? Anything else?

I sensed that he was fishing for me to talk about him and his group. I thought that I could have some fun with that, so I decided to play along.

1:55am

That Shield group was pretty cool.

1:55am

You think so?

1:56am

Yeah. They were really badass. I loved how they beat the shit out of their opponents.

And that all black gear. That was sexy as hell.

I loved that they were clothed so there was something left to my imagination.

1:57am

Don't get me wrong, I love looking at mostly naked men, but sometimes it's fun to let your mind wander, you know?

1:58am

Your imagination, huh? What was going on in there?

He was baiting me and I was gladly accepting it.

1:59am

Well, that Reigns guy. He's a big boy and his arm tattoo is pretty sweet.

So I started wondering if he had any other tattoos elsewhere on that body.

And the obvious question of whether or not his was big everywhere.

2:01am

He's a handsome dude, but he's not normally my type.

That Rollins guy, I want to ask him who does his hair.

Cause that two toned thing is pretty awesome.

2:02am

Unless that is a natural thing…which if it is, then I would like to know if…well, you know.

But he's a bit too pretty for my liking.

I took a pause for a moment, trying to think of the right way to word the next part.

2:04am

And that Ambrose guy…I don't know, he kinda looked like an asshole.

Like the kinda guy my mother always warned me about.

2:07am

Yeah? You ever listen to your mother?

2:08am

Of course. I am a good girl, sir.

But I think that this Ambrose guy could make me want to tell my mother to fuck off.

I found myself getting all worked up when he was on my TV.

2:09am

Like I started wondering what it would feel like to run my fingers through his hair.

And he sure stuck his tongue out a lot. I imagined what else he could do with that tongue.

2:10am

And what would that be?

I squirmed in bed thinking about how his mouth had felt. His tongue had been surprisingly gentle despite how sharp it could be when he spoke. I began to feel agitated and aroused as I typed my next message.

2:11am

I imagine that he'd probably be very skilled at eating pussy.

I'm not sure that's the kind of thing a good girl would think about.

I'm starting to get the feeling that you're not such a good girl, Miss Lana.

2:12am

This is all just theoretical. Just my interpretation of those Shield boys.

You asked, sir.

2:14am

Touché. Any other thoughts on this Ambrose guy?

2:15am

Well, his pants seemed to be on the tight side. I enjoyed that. I thought his ass was pretty cute.

His front looked pretty damn good, too.

And I couldn't help but wonder what he'd look like without those pants.

2:16am

He'd probably look fucking fantastic naked.

And he seemed like he was a bit of a naughty boy, so he probably knows how to fuck a woman.

And turn a good girl into a naughty one.

2:17am

Hmm…interesting observations.

Would you ever want to meet this man?

Cause I could pull a few strings and throw you a bone.

2:19am

Aw shucks, I don't know.

I'm not so sure I could handle him.

2:20am

Baby, I think you'd do just fine.

And I'm pretty sure he wants to meet you, too.

2:21am

Oh he does, does he? What would he want to do with me?

2:23am

I can't be certain…

but I have a feeling that it might have something to do with fucking you senseless.

But that's just theoretical, ma'am.

By this point, my arousal was so strong that I was rubbing my legs together like a cricket. I really needed to do something about this or I would never be able to get back to sleep.

2:24am

That's a very tempting offer. I'll definitely have to take him up on that sometime.

I'm rather tired right now, so I'm going to go to sleep. I just wanted you to know what I thought about the wrestling show.

2:25am

Tell Dean Ambrose I said hello.

Heh, yeah, I'll let him know.

I tossed my phone to the floor and reached down under my bed, pulling out the shoebox where I kept my toys. It had been a while since I had last broken them out, but I was almost at my limit and I desperately needed some damn release. I hope the batteries are still good.

I turned on my old trusty rabbit vibrator and she started up like a charm. This one definitely had helped me during those first really rough weeks after my ex had left me. Texting with Jon had gotten me so worked up that I didn't need any lube. I slid the toy's shaft deep within myself and gently placed the buzzing ears onto my clitoris. The image of his sly, cocky smile and those ridiculously adorable dimples flashed into my brain and within two minutes, I came.

"Oh fuck, Jon!" I yelled before quickly covering my mouth with my free hand. I was alone, but still highly embarrassed at my outburst. Geez, even solo, I probably woke up my neighbors. I should probably get them all fruit baskets sometime to apologize. Sleep came back to me very quickly and I fell asleep before I could clean myself up.

The next morning when I woke up and grabbed my phone off the floor, I noticed that one more text had been sent last night. Reading it, I couldn't help but have my own cocky smirk.

2:40am

You're a goddamn tease, you know that?