Becky felt the pleasant pressure of Dean pressed against her back. He guided her hand slowly as the black pair of nunchucks moved gracefully in front of her. After Extreme Rules and watching Dean go through that Asylum Match, which both worried and sexually frustrated Becky (it was a confusing night), and seeing how good Dean was with nunchucks she had told him to teach her how to do that. Dean had laughed and agreed it would be awesome if she ended up being a master at them.
So here they were, outside his house in Vegas baking in the sun, practicing. It was just an easy maneuver, one that she didn't really need him guiding her on, but she didn't mind him being this close at all. Made it all the better for her. She let him lead her for a few more minutes, his husky voice in her ear giving her advice for the movement. She finally felt him leave her back and had to stop herself from whimpering at the loss of contact. She didn't used to be that girl. The one that craved physical contact or be constantly talking to their significant other, but Dean Ambrose had brought that out in her. It wasn't bad, she was still just as strong and independent, but now she had an equally strong and equally independent person to lean on that really understood what it is like to be that way.
She turned around and almost forgot about the nunchucks. They swung out with her momentum and, if she hadn't darted her arm back to her side, they would have hit Dean. He chuckled in that throaty way of his before eyeing her up.
"Careful there. You look incredibly sexy with those, but I want to keep the brain damage to a minimum."
She threw her head back and laughed, "I just haven't learned that they are an extension to my body yet. That's what you keep telling me."
He leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips. It was short, but no less tender than they way he always did it. It was unfair that he could have this affect on her. He had once described her face after a kiss as having glazed over eyes and a complete look of contentment mixed with distraction. She could tell by his smirk that he caught her with that look again.
"I need to go get some water. You can stay out here and practice what I taught you so far."
Becky nodded, "Grab one for me too!"
He nodded and turned to go inside the house. Becky turned back around and started going through the easy motions with the nunchucks that Dean had shown her so far. After a couple of minutes though, she got restless. She figured she'd nailed the easy stuff down and while she waited for him to come back she could mess around. Dean and her had watched every Bruce Lee movie ever made so she wanted to try some of that stuff.
She swung the nunchucks around, making her own sound effects. She put in a punch here or there, and then she tried a big kick. It felt like she was being pretty cool. So it was time to add some flair. She whipped the nunchucks as fast as her wrist would go and spun around for another kick. She saw a flash of grey and felt the nunchucks make contact. She looked down and saw her boyfriend splayed out on the ground, knocked out.
"Dean!" She crouched down and felt for a pulse. Luckily it was still beating strong, but he was absolutely out cold. She threw the nunchucks away from them and ran in to get ice; the ice from the water Dean had got them was already starting to melt in the hot Vegas sun.
She came back out with an ice pack and put it to Dean's head. She lifted it up and cradled it in her lap. She was internally freaking out. Should she call an ambulance? What if Dean had amnesia? She'd never seen any Nicholas Sparks movies, how do you deal with amnesia? Just as she felt herself about to cry from all these thoughts rushing through her head she saw Dean's eyes open.
She gasped, "Dean are you okay? I'm so sorry!" He looked groggy and squinted at her upside down on her lap.
"Becks?" He asked, groggily.
"It's me, are you okay? Can you feel your legs?"
She watched his mouth curve into a small grin. She couldn't stop her mouth from spewing out questions until she saw him give her a wide toothed grin. "What?"
"This is gonna sound weird, but you knocking me out with nunchucks was super hot."
She flushed and dropped his head back to the grass. "You're unbelievable."