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Lyrics from 'Black Velvet' by Alannah Myles.
Dean pulled the peroxide blonde he'd picked up at a local dive bar closer to him as they walked towards his hotel room; she giggled vapidly at one of her own jokes and began running one of her tan streaked hands down across his back over his butt.
He released the tall rat and began digging in his jean pocket for his room key. As he pulled the key card out of the jeans grip he heard loud raucous laughter coming from inside and had to suppress an angry growl. His jaw clenched and he clenched his empty fist before slipping the key card into the lock and opening the door.
Another movie night.
It's not like he had given it much thought but he'd naturally assumed what with the sell out -Seth- not rooming with them anymore he wouldn't have to tolerate that red headed bitch's presence ever again. Wouldn't have to bite his tongue, to hide his hate.
But here she was again; the fourth night in a row. She was all smiles and buttery laughter but that all stopped instantly at seeing his scowling face in the doorway. She wore an old faded Undertaker T-shirt and jeans; if he didn't know any better he'd think she was actually wrestling fan, instead of some slut who'd blown an agent to get her in to the WWE. His lip curled in disgust as he looked at her nervous face.
Athena sat next to Roman on the sofa, her legs curled beneath her and her scuffed converse laying abandoned in the middle of the room. She had a pillow clutched tightly within her small delicate hands as an old horror movie played out on the Television screen in front of them.
Roman looked relaxed in a pair of shorts and T-shirt and he lounged freely with his feet tucked up on the coffee table.
Dean pushed roughly at his bimbo's back gesturing for her to get inside. She scuttled forward, her stripper heels clicking all the way and she stopped suddenly in front of the sofa.
Roman and Athena both eyed the tall blonde with knowing smiles.
"Hi, I'm Candee,"she said sweetly, her voice as sweet as cherry pie.
Roman nodded to her. "I'm Roman, this is Athena," he spoke with boredom in his voice, like he'd done this song and dance way to many times.
"In there," Dean grumbled out pointing to his room and Candee skipped off obediently.
Athena stood suddenly tossing the pillow down at Roman who barked a laugh before beginning to shove her converse back on her feet. "Well I think it's my cue to go home," she said softly.
"Same time tomorrow, Attie?"
"Wouldn't miss it," she leaned down and kissed Roman's head quickly before rushing past Dean. "Bye Dean," she mumbled miserably as she passed.
He turned to watch her leave, his blue eyes trailing up her over her skin tight jeans, over her perky round ass and up to the back of her tumbling curls.
As he turned back Roman was standing too.
"You fucking her?" Dean asked suddenly, his face conveying no emotion.
Roman's mouth dropped open in shock. "What?! No, man. No." He shook his head lightly. "She's just a friend. You might not like her," Roman pointed and Dean stood taller. "But I do. And she's going through just a shitty time as we are."
"I'm sure she is," he said sarcastically. "Wondering what top guy she can start banging next."
Roman narrowed his eyes in on his best friend. "You have no idea who she is man. If she was that type of girl, she'd still be with Rollins, he's closer to the top than he ever was before." Dean rolled his shoulders angrily at the mention of Seth. "But she's not. She won't even speak to him."
"Yeah because she's probably already blowing some other guy already."
"Whatever man," Roman said gathering up his phone and wallet from the coffee table.
"Hey Dean," the sugary voice of Candee drifted through the air.
Dean smirked and pointed with his thumb in the direction of his room. "Speaking of getting blown," he paused for a second. "I'm about to get blown. See ya."
He stalked off towards his room without a backwards glance at Roman and found Candee already naked and waiting for him on his bed.
Her legs were spread wide and he could see even with only the glow of the moon light to illuminate the room patches of orange where her fake tan had clumped together on her thighs. He let his cold eyes trail across her stomach and he almost laughed at the corny dolphin tattoo around her pierced belly button. He licked his lips as his eyes trailed over her juicy round breasts that he would bet a year's salary on were fake; as his eyes got to her throat he dipped his knee onto the bed and quickly began to unbuckle his belt.
This wouldn't be an all-night thing; this wouldn't be pleasurable for her, though she'd desperately pretend that it's great, it would be quick and dirty and would leave him feeling more angry and disgusted with himself than he was to begin with.
Dean ran his hands over her calves and yanked her body down towards his. She giggled loudly as he gripped her hips, his eyes attached to that cheesy tattoo, and he flipped her over so that she was on her stomach.
Good, he couldn't see her face. It was always easier if he couldn't see their face.
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Dean furrowed his brows and ran a hand across his face sleepily as his phone buzzed repeatedly on the hotel nightstand. He glared at it for a second before it stopped and he threw his head back down into the pillows angrily, closing his eyes, willing himself to fall back asleep.
Beautiful silence.
He could have screamed as his phone began to vibrate loudly again and again next to him. He grabbed is phone and shoved it to his ear.
"What?" He barked down the line.
"Hey Dean it's me," Roman's familiar growl of a voice came down the line.
Dean stifled a yawn. "What do you want?" He groused. "What time is it?"
"It's just past two," Dean growled low in his chest. He'd had a particularly brutal match with Kane which had ended with that fuck Rollin's curb stomping him. He felt as if his head was going to explode; it didn't happen often but he'd opted for a couple Tylenol and an early night.
"What do you want?" He groaned down the phone ruffling his already shaggy curls.
Roman sighed deeply down the phone. "I need you to go and pick up Attie."
"What?!" Dean bellowed.
"She's in a bar, on her own I think. She keeps pocket dialling me and she sounds wasted-"
"So what?" Dean asked. "It'll do her uptight ass some good to blow off some steam."
"She barely drinks Dean. I'm worried about her. She's in a city she doesn't know, on her own, wasted. Anything could happen." Dean let out a dramatic sigh. "I'd go but I'm in Florida."
Perfect timing for Roman to take a day off to visit his daughter, Dean thought bitterly.
"Please man, you're the only one I trust," Roman pleaded.
Dean was silent for a moment. "Fine." He ground out between clenched teeth. "What's the bar called?"
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Dean took one last drag of his cigarette before tossing it out of the window of the rental. He blew the smoke through his rosebud lips as he wound the window up and slipped casually out of the car.
He could hear music playing out of the rundown looking bar, and he couldn't help but think this was the type of bar he'd go to, not Athena. His boots crunched on the gravel with every step he took and the closer he got he realised it wasn't a band playing, it was karaoke.
Kill him now.
He took a deep breath before he pulled the heavy door of the bar, the smell of cheap perfume and stale beer immediately assaulted his nostrils. His eyes instantly began to scan the crowd for Athena's auburn curls before a familiar voice began to ring through his ears.
'Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high
Mama's dancin' with baby on her shoulder
The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky
The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for '
He looked up to the stage and his lips parted slightly as he saw Athena sultrily walking back and forth as she sang down the mic. He was surprised, she didn't have a bad voice. He edged backwards towards the bar, his eyes never leaving her parading body; she wore a tight knee length black skirt with a small black crop top that showed all of her perfectly toned stomach, and she wore her scuffed converse on her feet- the laces untied and dragging behind her.
"A beer," he said to the barmaid, not looking at her as he slipped a couple of dollars into her hands. He brought the beer to his lips as Athena continued singing.
'Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please '
Dean watched as she swayed her hips in rhythm to the music, holding the mic loosely in one hand whilst the other ran through her hair seductively.
'Up in Memphis the music's like a heatwave
White lightning, bound to drive you wild
Mama's baby's in the heart of every school girl
"Love me tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle
The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for'
Placing his beer to his lips he watched as Athena slowly swayed her hips lower and lower until she was almost sitting on the floor before slowly bringing her body back to a standing position. She waltzed around the tiny staged as if she owned it, her bright blue eyes heavy and she slurred some of the words that came singing through her perfectly plump lips.
'Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please'
She finished the song to an explosion of an applause and she bowed theatrically with a laugh before picking up her beer and staggering across the dance floor. Athena high fived a few passing men, who looked like they wanted to do a lot more than high five her.
Athena tipped her beer bottle high emptying the last of it into her mouth before stumbling over to the bar. She leaned her elbows on the sticky wood, slowly swaying her hips to a random song they were playing between acts.
Dean took a swig of his beer and sauntered down to the end of the bar just as she was being handed another beer and a shot of tequila.
"I think you've had enough, princess," he said his voice deep and gravelly.
Her head snapped in his direction and she narrowed her deep blue eyes in on him, her perfectly arched auburn brows furrowing at him. "What are you doing here?" She slurred.
"I fancied a drink," he took a sip of his beer. "That was quite a performance," he mocked.
"I'd like to see you get up there," she poked him in the chest. "And give us a rendition," she stumbled over the word. "Of I'm an asshole who gets off on making other people's lives miserable." She smiled up at him as he smirked down at her. "Ha!" She poked him in the chest once.
"Come on, I think it's time you went home."
"Noooo!" She picked up her shot off the bar and went to pour it down her throat only for Dean to quickly snag the shot and pour it down his own throat. "Hey! That was mine," she gripped the bar to steady herself.
"Come on, red, I'll take you home," he said once again, finishing his beer and placing it on the counter.
She shook her head. "Nope," then giggled loudly. "Is Roman here?" Athena began looking around the room frantically, her drunken eyes narrowed as she searched.
"He's in Florida."
"Oh yeah," Athena said remembering. She sagged against the bar, holding her hand against her head, feeling dizzy. "I think I'm going to get a cab now," she said almost dreamily.
"I'll take you back to the hotel," Dean said.
She scrunched her face up. "I don't like you."
Dean laughed. "Not many people do, red."
He placed a hand on her lower back and gently guided her out of the bar; he had to grip her waist twice to stop her from falling to the floor. He guided her to the passenger side and prayed to God she'd just fall asleep the moment they began the ten minute drive.
Dean slipped into the driver's side and with a glance at her he saw her legs curled beneath her and her head facing him, her blue eyes wide and staring.
"What?" He asked as they pulled away, feeling her eyes burning a hole into him.
"You're always mean to me," she said softly, her voice almost childlike.
He expected her to continue speaking. To give him a torrent of abuse, or begin a list of all of his offences towards her.
It's not like he intentionally set out to be horrible to her. It just came so naturally to him in regards to most of the Diva's, and it wasn't because they were women, he loved women, it was how the majority of them had wiggled their tits and waltzed straight into the WWE, whilst he fought all over the world to earn his place at the top company.
Listening to her small voice pointing out such an obvious fact, he actually felt a small amount of guilt for a moment.
"I know," he grumbled.
They didn't speak for the rest of the journey and as Dean cut the engine he turned to find Athena sleeping with her lips slightly parted and her eyelids fluttered restlessly. He ran a hand through his fluffy before reaching over warily and tapping her gently on the shoulder.
"Eyy, red, we're here," he said gruffly staring down into her sleeping face.
She moaned lowly before turning in the seat to face the other way.
"Red," he said a little louder, poking her in the ribs now.
No response.
He ground his teeth as he ripped his seatbelt off him and walked quickly around the car, ripping the door open hoping the gust of cold air would wake her.
No response.
"Red!" He said loudly crouching down so that he was face to face with her sleeping form. He blew a puff of air in her face, smirking to himself as her fringe fluttered and she scrunched her nose up for a second before returning back to her peaceful sleep. "Fine."
He considered leaving her there. She'd be okay right? She'd wake in the morning with a stinking hangover and a bad neck- serves her right for making him come out in the middle of the night. Dean stared down at her weighing his options; sure he could leave her, she'd deserved it, but Roman would be all over his ass for leaving her. That was some aggravation he could do without.
Dean unbuckled her belt and slipped his arm under her knees and behind her back and gently slid her out of the car into his strong arms. He kicked the door closed and began making his way into the hotel shaking his head in annoyance.
She gripped the sleeve of his T-shirt and gently nuzzled her face into his chest and without realising it his scowl turned into an amused smirk.
As they entered the bright aluminous lights of the lobby, her sparkling blue eyes flew open and she looked up in horror at Dean.
"Eerghhh, put me down, you creep!" she yelled wiggling from his grip. He let her go and she almost staggered to the floor, he had to bend down with her and place his large hands on her small hips to steady her. "I'm fine," she batted his hands off her only for her to stagger forward one again, forcing him to reach out and steady her once again.
"How's about this princess? I'm going to keep my arm around you so that you don't fall down and break that pretty little nose, okay?" He said his tone mocking. "And I'll even walk you to the room cos' I'm a gent like that."
She snorted. Loudly. "Gent, my ass. You're a scumbag, Ambrose."
Dean smiled warmly. He liked her drunk, she was honest and he could respect that. "Awh, red, you're breaking my heart here, you know that."
Athena didn't reply as they waited for the elevator to reach them. Dean kept his arm snaked around her and she held onto his forearm to steady herself. She stared blearily around his body her eyes narrowing in on the hotel bar.
Her blue eyes widened massively as Triple H, Randy Orton, Kane and Seth waltzed cockily out of the bar, a string of women following them.
The group stopped and stared at Athena and Dean.
"Oh my God," she mumbled.
Dean turned and instantly clicked his neck and began rolling his shoulder angrily. He was going to kill that skunk haired motherfucker!
Dean took a step back and was about to turn to charge furiously at his one time brother when Athena gripped his arm.
"Don't," she said, her voice surprisingly full of authority.
Dean turned to face her and went to rip his arm out of her grasp and to tell her to stay out of it when she dived forward, wrapping her slender arms around his neck and pulled him down before crashing her plump red lips against his mouth.
She kissed him furiously, passionately, her hands burying within his fluffy curls and he was surprised to find himself responding, his big hands gripping her hips tightly as she moaned into his mouth.
Dean was happily aware that Seth was watching this scene.
The elevator pinged and Athena instantly began to stagger backwards pulling him with her; they stumbled into the elevator, Athena's back crashing against the walls as she let her hands roam Dean's back roughly.
The elevator pinged once again to alert its passengers it was moving though the enemies didn't part. Athena let her manicured nails scrape against the material of Dean's T-shirt and he roughly kneaded her hips.
Dean bit Athena's lip seductively as the elevator pinged once again.
An uncomfortable cough broke them apart. Dean turned quickly and leaned against the wall whilst Athena stared down at the elevator floor, desperately trying to suppress giggles.
"I didn't see a thing," said Daniel Bryan, who's hands were shoved deeply into his workout shorts as he stared at the ceiling uncomfortably.
The elevator stopped on the next floor and Athena staggered out laughing, whilst Dean followed behind her quickly. She held onto the wall for support, her eyes downcast though her shoulders shook with laughter and Dean walked besides her smirking.
Stopping by her hotel door, Athena dug into her pocket and produced her key card before unlocking the door and turning to Dean.
"That should really annoy Seth," she smiled up at Dean, who had red lipstick smeared across his lips.
"I bet he'll be up all night thinking about it," Dean said feeling extremely pleased with himself. He turned and made his way down the hall. "Night, red."
"Goodnight, Dean," she slurred from her doorway before turning and making her way into her room.
They both moved their separate ways, both very aware that even after the elevator doors closing and Seth being out of sight, neither pulled away from that kiss.
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