Hello, lovely readers.

Hope you're all well and ready for another chapter. Little bit longer than my usual ones, you'll all be glad to hear. Let me know if you prefer longer chapters or shorter ones. So let's see what happens on the night out, shall we? ;)

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Raquel the writer – We're about to find out…

Tantoune – I think he makes us all blush lol. Well we are about to see what happens on the night out so you'll have to wait and see.

KairiAnneYukari21 – The chemistry between them is huge! Now they both just have to acknowledge it and do something about it!

Beautifultragedyxxx – It's like they both know there's something there but are shy to make the first move in case it either goes wrong or the other person doesn't feel the same. The chemistry between them is insane.

Stiles220 – Welcome to the story. I hope you continue to enjoy it.

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This chapter is named after 'Kiss Me' by Sixpence None The Richer.

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

Paige, Sasha and I rushed back to the hotel after Raw had finished at break-neck speed in order to get ourselves ready for our night out to celebrate my return. Paige was extremely adamant that we were going out and Sasha and I had learned over the years to not question her when her mind was so set on something. There was no arguing with the Brit, so it was far easier to simply agree and go forward with whatever she decided.

However in this instance, neither of us really put up a fight with her because we agreed with her whole heartedly. A night out sounded so much fun and it was definitely something we wanted to do. It had been weeks since I'd had a good night out with my girls, not since the night of the mugging. Plus it had been a long week away from them and I was keen for a catch up. So when Paige had suggested it, I was completely up for it.

And it wasn't just The Shield boys we'd invited, plenty other people were joining us on our night out too. Randy, Naomi, Tamina, Barrett, Stardust and Eden, Rusev and Lana, and so many more. It was a celebration of epic proportions and I couldn't wait.

So as soon as we were changed, made up and ready, me and my girls hailed down a cab and set off towards the club. And even though I planned not to get too drunk due to what had happened to me in the past when inebriated, I felt a little giddy and merry in the cab. Paige had opened a bottle of wine at the hotel whilst we were getting ready, and it was making me feel as light as air.

We were planning to meet everyone there, so giggles and laughter filled the car as we drove.

The taxi got us there in no time. So we paid up and entered the club, security letting us jump the queue once he knew we were with WWE.

One of the perks of the job.

The music was blaring as we got inside, lights flashing as tonnes of people filled the dance-floor, moving to the music and enjoying themselves. The bar was filled with eager customers wanting a drink, several tables on the outer edges of the room filled with happy club goers. The atmosphere in the club was on fire, an excited feeling hitting my body. I had a feeling tonight was going to be a good one, a fun one, one that everybody was going to love. The music was good, drinks seemed to be flowing and I could wait to get stuck in and have a great time.

We spotted our group immediately in the far corner, so we crossed the room and the dance-floor to get to them.

They greeted us as soon as we saw them, everyone already here. I spotted Randy at the other side of the table, a huge grin on his face once he spotted me, my friend standing up to walk over to me. Dean got there first.

"Hey, you made it," the lunatic fringe smiled offering me a one armed hug, his other hand holding a drink. "Was wondering where you'd gotten to."

I had to bite my lip as I looked at him. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt, the ensemble showing off his tanned arms, broad shoulders and prominent muscles.

Jesus…

"Well you know us girls," I smiled, calming my panting heart down as I returned his hug, quickly letting him go. "We have to make sure we are perfectly ready."

"Well you look lovely," he said, causing me to look away in embarrassment. "You've got quite the turn out for this little celebration."

"I know," I commented, looking around at everyone from work who had decided to join us. "I have Paige and Sasha to thank for that."

"Well they did an awesome job," he smiled. "Want a drink?"

"Sure," I nodded. "I'd love one."

I noticed Randy sit down as Dean led me away to the bar, the two of us joining Roman, Rusev and Tamina who were already there.

"Hey, she's finally here," smirked Roman once he spotted us.

"I decided to be fashionably late," I joked as he ruffled my hair in a brotherly manner.

"So what you having?" asked Dean.

"I'll have a glass of white wine," I said. I'd had wine at the hotel, I knew it wasn't best to mix drinks. I'd stick to one and that's how it was staying.

"I've never been to this club before," Roman commented as Dean ordered our drinks.

"Me neither but it looks great," I said. "Paige says she's been here a few times. She recommended it."

"The girl has good tastes," commented Roman as he sipped on his beer.

"There aren't many clubs she hasn't been to," I laughed lightly. "The chick is a wild child."

"I like it here," Dean said, joining our conversation. "The atmosphere is good. The music is good. The drinks are cheap. It's fucking awesome."

I giggled at Dean's words, agreeing with them whole heartedly as the bar tender returned to us.

The three of us moved back to our table once the bartender had prepared our drinks, sitting down amongst our group. I joined Sasha and Paige, a few members of our group choosing to dance, others going for a smoke whilst some retrieved more drinks.

I wasn't sure if it was the people, the place or the alcohol but I could honestly say I was having a great time. The company was wonderful, I was only drinking enough alcohol to have a good time rather than getting excessively drunk, and the music was great. The atmosphere was on point and it was great to finally be surrounded by my friends again.

My time in Connecticut had been great… beyond great… but I had missed Randy and my girls. I saw them almost every day and I missed seeing them for seven whole days straight. Paige had been spot on with the plan to go out tonight and I was so happy that she chose to have the idea.

I talked and giggled with my girls, dancing with them occasionally when a good song came on, knocking back a few celebratory shots, Paige being her usual bad influence. I noticed Dean watching me occasionally, his intense gaze burning a hole through my skin, a soft smile on his face, the kind that made your heart stop in your chest. I had to wonder whether this was a friendly gesture or him simply making sure I wasn't consuming too much alcohol. Dean had seen me a few times in the past after excessive alcohol and he knew what to expect. Better safe than sorry I suppose so I'm glad he was doing it.

That, plus it's a massive confidence booster to have a guy who looks deliciously hot tonight staring at you all the time…

I shooed my sub-conscious away, hating that she was giving her opinion again. Thankfully, the sudden appearance of Randy at my side gave her reason to shut up.

He sat down on the chair beside me, my grin wide as I saw him. I'd barely been able to make contact with him all night after being so busy greeting everyone else, so I was happy he'd been able to make the move to come to me.

"I was wondering when I'd get a moment with you," he said, laughing lightly, resting his arm along the back of my chair.

"Tell me about it," I said, sipping from my glass of wine. "I haven't stopped greeting people since I got here. This is the last time I go away for a week if I have to do this every time I come back."

"Trust me, none of us want you to go away again," he said, giving me his warmest smile.

"Well hopefully I won't get another Brogue Kick to the face and we won't have to worry about that again," I joked, nudging him gently with my shoulder when I saw his face frown at the distastefulness of my words.

"You look lovely tonight, by the way," he commented, ignoring what I'd said. I was wearing a white skater dress with black heels.

"Thank you," I smiled. "You scrub up rather nice yourself."

And he did. Randy looked so smart in black dress pants and a navy blue shirt rolled up at the sleeve. He had black shoes on his feet and a sweet smelling cologne on his skin. But Randy always looked smart out of his ring gear. He just had this body shape that gave him a tall and powerful demeanor, his muscles and height giving him an air of dominance and strength. Hunter had it too.

"Ah, I try," he smirked, watching closely as I finished the last of my glass of wine. "So since I haven't had much time with you tonight, how about we go for a dance?"

I looked up at him, smiling in amusement. "I never had you down as the dancing type."

"Well I can make an exception on this occasion," he smirked, standing and offering me his hand. "Plus with how busy you are tonight, it might be the only way that I can actually get you to myself." He had a point so I didn't hesitate, I took his hand at once, allowing him to lead me onto the busy dance-floor.

I giggled lightly as he turned to face me, his hands resting on my hips, mine going to his broad shoulders as we swayed softly to the music. Randy was over a foot taller than I was, so it was a bit of a stretch for my arms to reach him, but I managed it.

"What?" he asked at the sound of my giggles, an amused smile slithering onto his lips.

"You're so tall," I said. "I'd never really noticed how tall you actually were before. It's a stretch for my arms."

"Six foot four," he told me.

"You're the tallest guy I know, I think," I commented as we moved to the music.

"Is that a problem?" he asked.

"Course not," I smiled. "Means there's more of my friend to love."

He raised an eyebrow at my words but didn't say anything else about it. Instead he just held me close as we danced to the music, no other words really needing to be said between us.

And as we danced there, his hands moving from my hips to allow his hands to slip around my waist, it made me realise just how much I'd missed Randy this week.

I'd known Randy for twelve years now, meeting him when I was 13 and he was almost 23. And ever since the day Hunter had introduced us, Randy had sort of been a second big brother to me. We sort of had this close connection, I had this attachment to him. I looked up to him, respected him, the guy always looking out for me, having my best interests at heart. I even remember one instance was I was 16 and my first boyfriend had dumped me for another girl. Randy and Hunter had been seething, the two of them threatening him and scaring the shit out of the poor guy.

I didn't see him every day as a kid like I did now, but I saw him enough to consider him a brother and a friend.

And then I went to college for three years, not seeing the guy until I was 22 and I joined WWE full time. That's when our friendship grew even closer, seeing him every day and giving us the bond we had today. I knew him; I befriended him, getting to know the real Randy rather than The Viper he liked to be on screen. Suddenly he was less of the protective big brother and more like my best friend.

Seeing a guy almost every day for three years really connected you and made you bond. So having him here, dancing with me after a long week away, I felt genuinely happy and blissful to have my buddy back.

And from the look in his eye, I could sense he was happy to have me back too. The smile had not left his lips, his body not so tense anymore. He was completely calm, completely letting loose, having a fun time as his shoulders relaxed under my small hands.

"This feels good," he said.

"What does? I asked.

"Having you here again. I missed you last week," he quietly commented. "It was shit without you here."

"Aw, I missed you too, Randy," I said. "But I'm back now, and I don't plan on going anywhere."

"Good," he smiled. "I don't think I could stand another a week without you here." His eyes softened, his words coming out in earnest, his fingers lightly brushing the wavy hair that lay around my shoulders. I swallowed and lightly blushed at his words, my breath trembling under his intense gaze. Randy quickly noticed how uncomfortable I looked and quickly changed the subject to avoid my embarrassment. "Hey, how about a drink?"

"Uh, yeah, that would be great," I said, timidly placing a piece of hair behind my hair.

"White wine again?" he asked.

"Yes please," I nodded.

"Okay, I'll be right back," he said.

I watched him as he rushed off, heading to the bar, my face a little unsure and worried. Randy tended to have a bit of a habit of saying things that could be taken in a friendly way, but also as meaning something more if you thought about them in a new light. It had been like this for a few years now, the situation getting worse in the last few weeks, and it worried me sometimes. He was my best friend and that was it, so I had to hope sometimes that it was my head playing tricks on me. His words weren't allowed to mean anything more. They couldn't.

But the idea quickly left my head as I turned to leave the dance-floor, coming face to face with none other than the lunatic fringe.

"Oh!" I gasped, my heart jumping at his sudden appearance, my hand clutching my chest. "Jeez, you scared the shit out of me."

He had his usual smirk on his face.

"Sorry," he said. "I just noticed Randy Borton had left so figured I'd chance a dance with you too."

"Randy Borton?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "What have I said about talking about him like that, Dean?"

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry," he said, his hands held up defensively. "But can I still get a dance with you? If he gets one, I should be allowed one too."

I looked at him, Dean giving me his best puppy dog eyes and convincing look. The second my eyes hit his, I knew there was no way in hell I could deny him a dance.

Plus he looks hot as fuck in that t-shirt…

I ignored my subconscious, letting out an amused sigh. "I guess I can agree to one dance," I said, offering him my hand. He took it and we both walked back into the mass of dancers.

It wasn't much of a challenge, I was more than happy to dance with Dean, and I was never ever going to deny him the opportunity to dance with me. The few days we'd spent together and the almost kiss had sort of bonded us much closer than we originally imagined. He was more than my co-worker now, more than a member of security that my brother had hired for The Authority, and I wanted nothing more than to dance with him.

His hands automatically grabbed my hips, pulling me to him, allowing him to press his body up against mine. My skin felt hot wherever he touched, my body instantly reacting to having him this near. I looked into his eyes as I felt every last muscle on his chest and stomach pressed up against me, my mouth running dry at the feeling of having him this close to me. I let out a shaking breath, my arms sliding around his neck as we swayed to the music, his thumbs rubbing circles along my skin. I bit my lip as his gaze held mine.

Christ…

"You're gonna gnaw right through your lip if you keep biting it like that," he said in a low voice, lifting his hand and releasing my lip from my bite. I suppressed a gasp as his thumb gently rubbed against my pink swollen lip, trying to ease the pain before his hand returned back to my hip.

I tried to swallow down the lump in my throat, his closeness making it hard to think straight. No words were needed between us after that as we danced. Body language and eye contact was doing all the communication we needed, the atmosphere between us hot and intense.

He held my hand and twirled me on the spot, pulling me roughly against him once I'd done a full spin, a light moan leaving my mouth as my body crashed against his, a smug smirk appearing on his lips. He gave me a wink, my body betraying me and allowing my cheeks to flush pink. I looked away in embarrassment, quickly looking up at him again as I heard him chuckle. I looked into his big blue eyes, finding myself strangely lost in them… until a sight over his shoulder distracted my attention.

Randy was standing a few feet away from us, staring directly at us, two drinks in his hand. My eyes widened as I stared at him, something that could only be described as hurt crossing his face.

Guilt suddenly hit me, my body quickly letting go of Dean's as I went to approach him. But he moved before I could get anywhere near him. I watched as he placed our drinks on our table, muttering something to Sasha and Paige before he grabbed his coat and left the club.

What the fuck…?

Worry suddenly hit me, concern filling my body. Had he left because I was dancing with Dean instead of waiting for him? Was he alright? Was he ill? Had something happened? I watched him as he left, wondering if I should follow him or not.

I took a step forward, ready to leave when Dean suddenly grasped my hand in his.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Randy's just left," I said. "I don't know what's happened. Maybe I should check on him."

"Leave him," Dean said. "He's probably just tired and is heading to the hotel for the night."

"But he looked upset," I tried. "I should check on him."

"Wouldn't he tell you if something was wrong?" Dean said. "I'm sure everything is fine."

"I suppose…" I said, not fully believing my words or his.

But Dean did have a point. If something was seriously wrong with Randy, he would have come to me immediately and told me. He was never one to keep things from me like that and always told me if he had a problem. So maybe he had simply gone home to turn in for the night.

So as Dean wrapped his arms around my waist again and we continued to dance, I hoped with all my heart that I'd made the right decision.

xXx

It was about 2am when I finally returned to the hotel. I'd travelled back with Sasha and Paige, the three of us happy and merry after what was an amazing night. I was so happy we'd had this evening to enjoy ourselves. It had been wonderful and just what I needed.

So as Sasha and Paige got out the elevator onto the second floor of the hotel to get to their rooms, I remained on it, heading to the third floor for mine. The elevator began to move, swiftly rising up to my floor.

I stepped out the elevator, walking along the corridor to my room, giggling wildly as I thought about the events of the evening.

I needed to go to clubs more often. Since I was on TV so much and had such a busy job, it wasn't that often that I went out dancing. I went to bars and I often met friends for drinks, but it was very rare that I went for a full blown night out with dancing and drinking and lights. I'd had so much fun, drinking with my girls, seeing my friends, dancing with Dean. If Connecticut was what I needed after my injury, a night out was perfect for my welcome back. Everyone seemed to have enjoyed themselves and I mentally reminded myself to organise a night out like it again.

But as I walked down the corridor, giggling my little blonde head off, I didn't notice one of the room doors open on my right.

"Do you like him?" came a voice suddenly from behind me as I walked past the room.

I stopped walking at the sound, turning on my heel, surprised to see Randy leaning against the door frame, his arms folded, looking right at me.

"Huh?" I asked, not sure what he'd said.

"Ambrose," he said calmly. "Do you like him?"

"Randy," I said in astonishment. "I didn't see you there."

"Please answer my question," he asked calmly. "Do you like Ambrose?"

"Dean?" I asked, wondering why he had chosen to leave his room to talk to me about this. I hadn't even realised I'd been that loud that he could hear me in order to come out and confront me "What do you mean by like?"

"You know exactly what I mean by like, Holly."

"I mean, he's my friend…"

"I know that," Randy said. "But I saw the way he was dancing with you at the club and how you were dancing with him."

Ah, so he had left for a reason…

"That doesn't mean I like him," I said, wishing Randy would just let me go. I was slightly tipsy and very tired. It was 2 in the morning and I just wanted to go to bed.

"I saw the way you looked at him, Holly," he said. "How quick you were to dance with him the second I left to go to the bar."

His voice wasn't angry, it sounded almost sad and upset. I knew there was something behind his hurt look in the club, I knew there was a reason he had left so suddenly without word. I didn't understand though. What was the issue? What was the problem? All Dean had done was dance with me, just as Randy had. Why was he asking such personal questions over a stupid dance?

"Look, I know you don't like Dean," I began.

"You can say that again," he mumbled under his breath.

I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore his comment this time.

"But he's my friend, Randy, and you have to respect that. Besides, even if I did like him, he wouldn't go for a girl like me."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I'm too goody goody. I'm way too nice," I explained. "Yeah, I'm part of The Authority, but we all know I'm too soft to do anything too dangerous or bad. Dean seems the type of guy who likes his girls edgy and rough. Not someone like me."

"He's a fool if those are his reasons, but I still don't like it," he said, taking a deep breath.

"Like what?" I asked, leaning against the wall, suppressing a yawn. I wanted to go to bed and sleep so badly.

"The way he looks at you, the way he lingers around you," he explained. "It's not right."

"Of course he lingers," I said. "He's an Authority body guard. He's supposed to keep close to me."

"But he doesn't do it for that reason," he accused. "He has his own motives."

I was getting frustrated now, not just because Randy was keeping me from going to bed, but he was creating an argument that wasn't needed. He was accusing Dean of things he wasn't guilty of. Yes, Randy was my best friend, but now Dean was too so he had every right to spend whatever time he wanted around me. I often scolded Dean for talking negatively about Randy, and now it was time to flip the tables and stop Randy from doing the same.

"And how do you know that?" I asked, my hands on my hips. "How do you know he has another motive? He's my friend. Why shouldn't he spend time around me?"

"I've told you, the way he looks at you, the way he won't leave you alone, it makes it seem like a little more than friendship on his part," argued Randy. "It's not right. Take tonight for example. The second I left you on that dance-floor he was straight in there, taking up your time and being with you so I couldn't."

I shook my head in annoyance. "This is getting stupid Randy. I know you don't like the guy but you are looking way too much into this. I don't like him, he doesn't like me. We are friends. That's it. You need to calm this jealousy shit down."

"I don't believe that…" he said.

"What the fuck is your problem, Randy?" I asked, throwing my arms up in the air. "Even if we did like each other, it's none of your business. Let this whole thing fucking go!"

"My problem is it's clear to see how much he fucking likes you," Randy shouted, taking a step towards me. "My problem is no matter how much you deny it, I think you like him too." I retreated a little, swallowing down the lump in my dry throat.

"Randy…" I said warningly, never having seen my friend so upset with me before. He'd shown his anger thousands of times in the ring, but never to me.

He looked me square in the eye. "My problem is you can't take your eyes off him for one fucking second to realise he isn't the only one with feelings for you."

"I don't-"

But I was cut off as Randy took a big stride forward, his hands grabbing the top of my arms, his body pushing mine against the wall behind me as he pressed his lips to mine.

What…

The…

Fuck…?

My back hit the wall behind me, my body freezing in absolute shock as Randy kissed me, his soft lips touching mine in a searing kiss. I couldn't breath, I couldn't move, my body trembling to the point where Randy pressing against me was the only thing keeping me up.

Oh my god…

A thousand emotions and questions crossed my mind as we stood there. He moved his knee between my legs, the movement allowing me to stay upright and not drop onto the floor, one of his hands resting on my waist, the other sliding into my long blonde hair and pulling my head closer.

I didn't know what to say… I didn't know what to do… I didn't know how to move… Should I push him off…? Should I kiss him back…? I was honestly in too much shock to form a coherent thought. All I could do was simply stand there, my eyes wide, my lungs unable to breath, letting my friend of twelve long years kiss me so softly yet so passionately.

This was insane, this was fucking nuts! What the hell was he even doing? Randy shouldn't kiss me… he couldn't! He was my friend, my brother's friend, a guy I'd known since I was a kid. Yes, we were both fully grown adults now, but that still didn't stop the craziness of the situation.

He moved his lips gently against mine, adding pressure occasionally, his lips soft and warm and tender.

In all the years I'd known him, Randy had never mentioned once that he had feelings for me. He'd never given a single hint, a single clue, and if he had, I'd completely missed it. This was totally out of the blue to me, an utter shock to the system, and I honestly couldn't comprehend what was happening.

A tense silence filled the corridor as he slowly pulled away, his eyes closed, his breathing heavy, his lips swollen. He pecked my lips a few more times before he rested his forehead on mine for a few seconds to catch his breath. He finally pulled back, looking at me so intensely that it was almost as if he could see into my mind, into my soul.

I couldn't respond, I couldn't react. I could only look at him, my body as still as a statue, the moment not sinking in.

"I'm sorry," he whispered heavily. "I just had to do that. I don't know if you're mad at me or not, but I couldn't hide it any longer. After seeing the two of you together, it's made me realise that I've got a fight on my hands. I had to let you know that, if you do feel anything for Ambrose, he's not the only option out there for you, Holly. He's not the only one who you can be with, he's not the only one who could make you happy. Just…" He let out a frustrated sigh, but the frustration seemed aimed at himself. "Just think about that… Just... goddamn it!"

He hesitated and stroked a loose piece of hair away from my forehead before he stepped away. He rubbed the back of his neck, a torn look on his face, giving me one last lingering look. He shook his head, his chest heaving as he retreated back to his room and leaving me alone in the now silent corridor.

I stared at the closed door of his room as he shut it behind him, my legs giving way and allowing me to slowly sink to the floor, my mouth agape.

For once, my subconscious had nothing to say, her voice long gone just like mine had, and suddenly I was very wide awake.

His feelings had been known.

His thoughts were out in the open.

His intentions towards me were obviously clear.

But only one question was floating around my mind as I stared at the wooden frame.

What the fuck had just happened…?

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