Becky loved camping. She'd always gone as a little girl with her family and friends and had loved every muddy moment of it. So when her and Dean got together she knew that eventually she'd want to take him with her. She hadn't had much of a chance to go camping since she started at NXT, but with Smackdown and RAW now on separate brands and them getting an extra day at home, she knew it would be the perfect opportunity. She'd brought up the idea to Dean who had seemed on board. He hadn't had much of a chance to go as a kid, and then he'd started wrestling.

They had gone out and bought supplies a couple weeks before they wanted to camp out. They got a tent, a couple of lawn chairs, and everything Becky knew they'd need. Dean had been incredibly, and adorably, annoying. He tried to buy a bunch of stuff they didn't need. It was ridiculous, why did they need a machete? But she'd finally dragged Dean out of the store and gotten all their supplies back to their house.

Then after two more weeks of work, they were packed and ready for the four-hour drive to a forested area that was available for camping and was relatively away from other people and civilization in general. It was a long haul. Dean insisted on driving the whole way, letting her have control of the music for the ride. This would have been nice had he not proceeded to give sorely out of tune renditions of her favorite songs until she turned on music that was more his speed. He didn't appreciate her headbanging playlist consisting of Rise Against and some other punk and metal bands.

Hey, even Dean Ambrose can't be perfect, but when he keeps giving her these loving looks from the driver's seat as she hums along to his music, the looks he thinks she doesn't notice, she feels warmness and love shoot through her chest for him. Sometimes it's like they just started dating, and that everything is new and exciting. That's how she knew she'd wanted to spend forever with this man, even if he didn't know that yet.

When they got to the campsite and started unloading the car, Dean gave her a wink, sat out a lawn chair for her. "Let me do all the heavy lifting, Irish. You enjoy yourself and enjoy the view." Becky was about to get angry and ask him what view he thought she'd have in the forest. She could do just as much heavy lifting as him, but when he peeled his shirt off she got his meaning and immediately sat down transfixed. He could still do this to her, dammit. She should be over this, but she really, really, really wasn't. She watched his back muscles move as he hauled the tent out of the car. Then she watched his biceps flex as he pulled the small grill they had bought to cook some hot dogs later. She self consciously wiped some drool away from the corner of her mouth and stood up to go help Dean set up the tent that she knew he didn't know how to do.

He smiled at her and winked, which caused her to roll her eyes and shake her head with a smile. He was ridiculous; she loved him so much. They worked to set up the tent, their shoulders rubbing together and hand's brushing. Once Becky was satisfied with their work, she helped Dean set up the other lawn chair and then opened up the cooler and pulled out a beer for both of them. They both cracked them open and sat close together as they admired their handiwork.

"This is pretty cool, Irish. It's so quiet. Feels like it's just me and you."

She took a long sip of her beer before turning to him, "It's always gonna be just us. Even though we can't always live in the woods."

He chuckled, "You're right about that. Us against the world."

They clinked their drinks together and drank. Once they had finished their beers they started up the grill and began to cook up dinner. Dean still didn't have a shirt on and Becky wasn't going to tell him any different. She let him cook the hot dogs on the grill as she went about looking around the campsite and gathered some firewood for later tonight. Hopefully they'd be able to make some s'mores.

After she had gathered enough wood and some stones to encircle them in a makeshift fire pit, she came back and found Dean serving her up a hot dog and they sat together eating and joking around. It didn't take long for them to finish up and sit around relaxing. It was so peaceful out here and she was so happy she could share this experience with Dean.

Soon they both decided to set up their sleeping bag in the tent. They got an extra large one so they could share. Dean was a cuddler, and Becky loved that fact, so she hadn't argued when he chose that specific sleeping bag. They rolled it out, and Becky felt Dean's arm brush against hers and she shivered. Hey, you try looking at, and being in close proximity to, a shirtless Dean Ambrose for an extended period of time and not be affected.

Dean must have noticed, because he did it again, illiciting the same reaction from her. She turned her head and was met with steely grey eyes being covered slightly by mousy brown bangs. She didn't have a chance to react before his lips captured hers. She immediately melted in to him, all the memories of how his muscles moved, as he brought things out of the car, still fresh in her mind.

They shifted and she found herself under him, her upper body still pushing forward in to him, her legs automatically framing his hips, as they continued to move closer together. She felt him press against her and moaned despite herself. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair, but her elbows were on the ground making sure she supported her weight and that she could meet him in the middle for their kiss.

She could feel herself sinking into the rhythm of it all, and felt her body desperately calling out to her brain to have a lot less clothes on. She broke their kiss, happily opening her neck up for Dean, as he continued down to her collarbone. Her breath was coming out heavier and needier than she was intending, but she still found her voice.

"You brought protection?" She really didn't want to have to stop. Out here in the wilderness with the man she loved. Just the two of them. It couldn't have been a better, more perfect moment.

Dean broke the kiss to look at her worriedly, "Why, are there bears out here or something?"

Becky felt herself let out a loud snort of disbelief. Her hand quickly came to cover her mouth, but she couldn't help it and burst into a fit of giggles. Her arms came out from under her, making her fall on her back. She laughed for several moments until her stomach hurt. When she looked up at Dean he was blushing all the way to his chest. She giggled again.

"God, you are too cute."

He tried for a glare, but the blush really took away from the menace of it. "I'm not cute. Cute is for kittens and shit."

She reached up and patted the back of his head, "I meant handsome, of course, love."

He nodded his head, and then started to get off of her, but she quickly grabbed the back of his hair, linked her feet at the ankles to trap him, and pulled him down over her. "Where do you think you're going? You have something to finish." She held out his wallet that she had snagged from his jeans while he was focused on controlling his blush.

He grinned at her before he grabbed the wallet. "I shouldn't have taught you how to do that."

She gave him a salacious grin, "Gonna steal my heart, Ambrose?"

He leaned down over her, kissing along her neck again, causing her eyes to flutter shut. "It's only fair. You stole mine first, Irish."

They never got to make s'mores, but Becky couldn't say she minded.