Hello, lovely readers!

Hope you are all well and ready for another chapter. I'm still reeling over the fact that Dean was in the top two of the rumble! Like, who expected that to happen!? It was awesome! I rather enjoyed the PPV if I'm honest. Gutted Roman didn't retain the title, but overall it was a great show. And the entrance of Sami Zayn to take out Kevin Owens… yeah, totally flipped out over that!

Anyways, I'm rambling. We have a chapter to get through! This one is rated M for certain activities. So you have all been warned.

dreamin'BIG – Thank you. I love writing moments between them and I really enjoy getting into her head.

Seth rollins babe – Thank you!

MissyInTheMiddle – Yeah, I really liked the idea of the beach scene. I thought it'd be a sweet and romantic setting for them

Raquel the writer – Thank you!

Dutchangel1979 – We will find out more from Randy soon enough. And yes, they are getting closer and closer, especially now they are given this whole relationship thing a go

Beautifultragedyxxx – Dean's timing is always excellent. It's like he knows when she needs him the most. And I was so happy he was top two. It was so unexpected but I was totally marking out

DeeMarie426 – Yes he is! And of course Dean is okay, we can't have our hero hurt for too long

Ambrose-kohli-girl – He does. He's the sweetest and only wants the best for her. He may be a total mad man and an utter lunatic most of the time, but when it comes to Holly he's always there.

Tantoune – Yeah, we will get some answers out of Randy soon enough, so hopefully Holly will find out his reasonings. And if you thought the last chapter was hot, please enjoy this one!

Calwitch – That is strange. Well I usually update every 3-4 days anyway if you want to keep your eyes open for updates. Randy was definitely in the wrong and we will get his reasonings soon. As for Dean, he always knows where she is. Be it his feelings or his attachment to her, he's just never far away. The relationship will become open in future chapters so we will see people's reactions then.

xXTheKatsMeowXx - All in good time, my dear. All in good time

This chapter is named after 'Golden Touch' by Razorlight

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

I slept like a baby that night. I wasn't sure if it was the fact my body was exhausted because of everything that had happened, I wasn't sure if it was because my head couldn't cope with the extreme emotions anymore and so it had shut down in sleep, and I wasn't sure if it was simply because I had Dean beside me but it was one of the easiest night's sleep I'd ever had.

I loved having him beside me, I had to admit. It was comforting, settling, easy, like he should have always been there. I only remember one previous time where I'd slept in a bed with Dean and that was the night I almost got mugged, and nothing was happening between us then. He had stayed there purely for security reasons and because I felt unsafe on my own. At that point in time, even though we were bonding and growing closer, no real connection had been made, not in a romantic sense anyway.

I'd liked the guy and found him an amazing person, but there had been nothing untoward with us sharing a bed.

This time was completely different.

This time feelings were involved, this time emotions were heightened, and this time I couldn't get enough of him. I'd fallen asleep in his arms and had felt blissfully content for the first time in a long time. He was comfy and warm and soft, just like the massive bed I was in. It was far better than the one I'd have had at Hunter's and not just because Dean was there. It was big and cozy, the kind of bed I'd never want to get out of.

It was in that same bed where I was sleeping soundly when I was pleasantly awoken the next morning.

I was in a deep sleep, the previous day's events obviously taking its toll on me. My head was nestled deeply into my pillow and my duvet was wrapped snuggley around my body, keeping me nice and warm. My dreams had been kind to me, allowing me to continue to sleep the whole night through. No interruptions at all…

That was until I suddenly felt a slight pressure upon my ear lobe, a slight pressure that wasn't usually there. It wasn't an uncomfortable pressure, it was quite soft and enjoyable and sensual to the touch. It snapped me from my sleep, yet I did not open my eyes, too content in the bed to even bother moving. I then felt the pressure move from my ear to the edge of my jaw before it returned to my ear again. I internally smiled when I felt a familiar breath fan across the side of my face.

I knew Dean was an early riser due to his work out schedule and the fact he often met up with his brother's. But even so, I was surprised he was up before me, especially considering the doctor had told him to get plenty rest due to the attack last night.

He continued to nibble on my ear, my breathing trying its very hardest to remain normal. My breathing would always pick up when Dean did these kinds of things to me. Even a smile from him was enough to make my legs go weak, so physical contact always had me acting like some sort of babbling mess with a blush as bright as a traffic light! He dazzled me… all the time.

He continued his movements as I struggled to remain calm, his arm slowly snaking around my waist, pulling me closer to his body… his very shirtless body… his completely bare, very gorgeous, completely shirtless body. I kept my eyes closed in an attempt to keep up my sleeping stance.

"I know you're awake, sweetheart," he gently whispered into my ear, causing me to shiver in the most delicious way.

Damn him and his sexy smooth voice!

My body had given me away, definitely telling him that I was awake now. It always let me down right when I didn't need it to. Whether it as via a blush or a shiver or goose bumps, I knew without fail that if I needed to keep calm and collected, my body would totally ignore that fact and just do what the hell it wanted.

Damn my body!

His mouth moved, kissing the side of my jaw, up over my nose and finally kissing each of my eyes lids. I had to suppress the giggle that was dying to escape my lips.

"Open you eyes, Holly," he said softly.

"I can't if you keep kissing my eyelids," I eventually replied.

I could feel his grin against my skin.

"Well then, where would you like me to kiss you?"

Oh, I like where this is going!

Keeping my eyes closed, and fumbling around like the clumsy idiot that I was, I reached for his face and cupped it in my hands, bringing his head lower until his lips lightly brushed against my own. They ghosted across each other, making me yearn for more. I wanted the connection… I wanted his lips on mine… I just wanted him.

"Here," I replied. "I want you to kiss me here."

"Your wish is my command," he said before pressing his lips to mine, our mouths moving together perfectly before his tongue pushed through my lips and intertwined with my own.

His kiss was hungry, needy, like he hadn't seen me in a long time. My fingers tangled themselves in his hair as his hands moved up and down my sides, tickling my skin and causing a trail of goose bumps to take up residence where ever he touched. His lips trailed down to my neck, giving me the opportune moment to take my top off. I couldn't resist myself, I needed to get as close to him as possible and my top was just another barrier getting in the way. Quickly, I slipped it over my head, leaving me in just my bra and pajama bottoms. His lips returned back to mine, ready as ever.

He nibbled on my bottom lip and I groaned as he rolled us over until I was lying on top of him, all my weight resting on his marble body. His arms wrapped around my waist, his slender fingers tracing delicate circles on my lower back as our kiss continued, his moans just pushing me on more, creating a tingling feeling in the pit of my stomach. We rolled again so that this time I was the one underneath him, surrounded by his heady scent and his delectable body.

Oh, how I loved his body. I loved every inch of it knowing that it belonged to me and only me, just as mine belonged to him in every way possible. Sure, we hadn't gotten more physical that kissing and a few sensual touches, but my heart was already his. So my body soon would be too. I took my hands from around his neck and brought them to trail down his chest, my mind remembering every single contour of his body. It was perfect in every way possible, nothing comparing to it.

The more heated and passionate our kissing became the more I wanted to be closer to him. My fingers reached down, cupping his ass and giving it a cheeky squeeze. Damn, it was firm and pert and sexy and…

Calm the fuck down, Holly!

"Holly," he groaned as I moved my hands back up his body, my legs falling open to allow him to settle against me easier.

It wasn't until I wracked my hands up his back, squeezing too tightly that a wince of pain shot across his face, his body instantly stiffening and pulling back.

"Oh shit," I said as we stopped our movements. "I'm so sorry!"

He rolled off me, rolling his shoulder as if warming up the muscle. "It's alright. I guess I'm still a little sore from yesterday."

He sat up and I sat up along with him, looking at him with concern. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he assured me. "Just gotta take it easier than I thought."

I felt relieved that I hadn't done any permanent damage, but the heat of the moment and the feel of his body against mine made me totally forget that he was still technically injured. He still needed rest so the last thing he should be doing was rolling around in the sack with me.

"That's a relief," I said. "I'm just sorry I ruined the mood."

Dean looked over at me, a cheeky glint in his eyes, a shameless smirk on his lips. "Holly, you are sitting there in your bra, giving me a full view of everything you have. Believe me, the mood isn't ruined."

And that's when my eyes widened, my head quickly comprehending his words and realising I was sitting there with my boobs practically out. I blushed profusely, quickly grabbing the duvet to cover myself up.

I heard him chuckle from beside me.

"What?" I asked.

"Since when has a Helmsley ever been embarrassed?" he asked, leaning over and gently prying the duvet from my fingers. He lowered it slowly. "Holly, you look beautiful, don't cover up."

"Sorry," I muttered. "I guess it's just a girl thing. I'm not like you who doesn't mind if his shirt gets ripped off in a match in front of thousands of people. I don't have a lot of confidence in my body."

"Are you kidding?" he said, his eyes looking my body up and down with such an intensity I was surprised he wasn't salivating. "Holly, you're fucking stunning. And I'm not just saying that."

I looked at him skeptically. "Really?"

He gazed at me "You really have no idea, do you?"

"About what?" I asked.

And almost instantly he was on me, pushing me back onto the bed, his body hovering over mine, our faces centimeters apart. His closeness was making it hard to think straight, his gaze burning a hole through my skin. I could feel the heated coil in my stomach beginning to tighten.

"How utterly gorgeous you are," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You have no idea of how completely stunning your body is." He placed a kiss on the tip of my nose. "Of how sexy you look right now." He bent down and placed a kiss between my breasts. "And you have no idea of the things I want to do to you right now. Of the things I want to do to please you, of the ways I want to make you moan and scream my name."

Oh fuck…

I swallowed nervously, his eyes hooded as he looked down at me.

He was like a hungry lion ready to eat his prey.

"A-And what exactly would y-you do?" I asked, somehow finding my voice.

A mischievous smirk snaked onto his lips. "You'd honestly like to know?"

"Yes," I nodded, biting my lip as I felt the coil wind just that little bit tighter.

"Well first I'd start here," he said, brushing his thumb lightly across my lips. "I'd kiss you like you've never been kissed before. Slowly, sensually, passionately, until you're begging me to go further."

I let out a steady breath.

"And then what?" I asked.

"I'd work my way down this heavenly and sexy body," he said, running his forefingers along my collarbone before it went down in between my breasts. "Kissing it, stroking it, leaving nothing untouched."

"I like the sound of that…" I muttered.

"I'd go here next," he said, and suddenly he cupped my pajama clad pussy, a gasp leaving my mouth, my eyes widening a little. "If you think I'm good with my tongue when I kiss you, you should see what I can down here."

Jesus…

My mouth ran dry as I stared at him, the coil almost at breaking point. His smirk was huge, like he knew exactly what his words were doing to me.

"And what would you do after that…?" I finally asked, my breath trembling.

He began to rub me there through my pajama bottoms, my eyes fluttering closed at his touch. I felt him pepper kisses along my face until his lips softly brushed against mine.

"How about you tell me what you'd like me to do instead?" he suggested.

I swallowed, my hands running up his chest as he continued rubbing. It was crazy the way he was turning me on with the simplest of touches. It wasn't even like he was touching my skin, it was simply touching my clothing. But fuck, it felt amazing and I could feel something building.

"I'd want all of you," I told him.

"All of me?" he asked.

I nodded. "Every last part of you."

"And how would you want me?" he asked. "I need more details than that, Holly."

His lips brushed over mine again.

"I-Inside me," I whispered. "I'd want you inside me, making me feel good."

"Would you want me deep inside?" he asked.

"Yes…"

"Pounding into you?"

"Yes…"

"Fucking you until you scream?"

I bit my lip hard, his rubbing and his words making my arousal build like never before. I needed a release, I needed satisfaction… anything!

"Yes please… Dean, please."

"Please, what, Holly?"

"Touch me, make me cum… anything… please…"

"I thought you'd never ask," he said, quickly stopping his rubbing, slipping his hand into my pajama bottoms and sliding two fingers into me instantly.

"Oh fuck!" I cried as they entered me, throwing my head back, a guttural moan leaving my throat.

"It's so fucking hot when you beg," he murmured against me. "You're so fucking wet."

"Can't… help it," I somehow managed to say.

He continued pumping his fingers in and out of me, my orgasm building and building each time he did, the coil at absolute breaking point. I knew it wouldn't take me long before I'd burst.

"Do my words turn you on, Holly?" he asked me, his fingers working faster and faster.

"Yes…" I moaned. "Ohmygod… Dean…"

"Mmmm…" he groaned as he buried his face in my neck, nipping and kissing the sensitive skin that lay there. "I love hearing that sound from you. Do it again."

He curled his fingers as they moved inside me, my eyes flying open as he hit a spot that almost made me come undone. I was moaning so loud I was afraid whoever was in the next room could hear me as clear as day.

"Christ… I'm so close," I whimpered, my release so close.

"You gonna cum for me?" he asked as his fingers pumped faster.

"Please… Dean, please…"

"Your wish is my command," he whispered as he curled his fingers again and I began to see stars. I cried out as my orgasm hit me, my head throwing itself back as his moving fingers allowed me to ride out the wave of pure pleasure he was giving me. It was so intense, so insane, so fucking good. If he could make me feel like that with his hands, what could he do with other parts of his body?!

"That's my girl," he said once I came down from my high. He gently removed his fingers from me, my glazed eyes watching as he raised them and slipped them into his mouth, licking off every last drop. "Fuck. You taste as good as you feel."

I couldn't help but giggle and blush, his trademark smirk on his lips and he pressed forward and gave me a soft and gentle kiss. This one wasn't passionate or greedy or dirty. It was sweet and loving and tender.

"That was… wow…" I said to him.

"It's for those reasons that you should have more faith in your body," he said. "Because, believe me, I've never seen anything so beautiful in all my life."

I couldn't help but smile at his touching words, a light blush appearing on my cheeks. He kissed each one.

"You really like it when I blush, don't you?" I said.

"It's when you look your most carefree and natural and beautiful," he explained. "It's gorgeous."

I grinned, kissing him softly before an alarm sounded on his phone. He reluctantly pulled away and switched it off.

"What was that for?" I asked curiously.

"An alarm to remind me that I have to meet the boys in ten minutes," he said. "We're going down to the gym."

"I thought you were too sore to go," I said.

"I won't be doing any working out," he said. "But I'll go to support and help them. It's a boy thing, I guess. What are your plans for today?"

"I think I'm going to meet up with the girls," I said. "It's been a busy 24 hours and after the way I asked Sasha and Paige to cover for me last night, I know they'll have a lot of questions."

"Sounds like you'll have a nice day then," he smiled as he stood up and began to get changed.

"Won't be as good as my morning," I said with a cheeky giggle.

Dean slipped on a t-shirt, chuckling with amusement. "If you thought that was good, you've seen nothing yet, sweetheart."

I bit my lip at his words, anticipation taking over me. I couldn't wait to see what else this man had in store for me.

xXx

Lunch was eventful to say the least. The girls did not let up from questioning me, be it about what the fuck had happened with Randy on the show, to why I needed an alibi to stay with Dean, to what actually happened with Dean whilst I was there. There were plenty topics to cover, the girls hanging off my every word.

"So Randy just upped and left and hasn't been in touch since?" asked Sasha.

"Nope," I said, sipping on my lemonade. "I've not heard a word from him. Hunter has tried, Steph has tried. We've heard nothing."

"Well at least you got some sweet loving from Dean this morning to ease the pain," grinned Paige, winking mischievously. "I'm sure that made you feel better."

"Was he good?" asked Sasha.

I bit my lip, running my finger around the rim of my glass. "A lady never tells," I said. "… But yeah it was fucking amazing."

And then ensued the questioning about my morning with Dean, the things we got up to, and how honestly happy they were for me. And I had to admit, I agreed with them. I was rather happy for me too!

The stuff with Randy had been utterly crap, but Dean Ambrose had managed to keep that smile plastered on my face. And it wasn't just because of this morning's activities. It was everything he did for me.

Even when Randy went crazy and attacked him, he stuck by me. Even when I said all this would have to remain private from my brother, he stuck by me. Even though this could end badly for us, especially with the Randy situation and everything that would happen when we brought this relationship out in the open, he agreed to stick by me.

Dean Ambrose was one hell of a man, and I knew I was the luckiest girl in the world to be with him right now. I wasn't sure if the things I was feeling for him were love, but I could certainly confirm that things were heading that way.

I left Sasha and Paige after lunch. They were heading to the gym for a workout session and I knew I'd have to return to Hunter's house since I hadn't come back the night before. Plus a part of me was curious as to whether there had been any news on Randy.

I decided to get the bus home, not only because it was cheaper than getting a cab, but I knew the stop I'd get off at was rather close to Hunter's home. Plus it was a beautiful sunny day, and the walk from the bus stop to the house would be a nice one.

I noticed as I walked from the restaurant to the bus stop I needed to break some change, so I quickly nipped into Murphy's bar in order to get some.

I liked Murphy's. It was a local bar, one I'd been to many time whilst in LA. It was a nice family bar, the kind with baseball memorabilia on the walls and local regulars that were in there all the time. I figured the lunch time rush would be in there now so I knew I'd be able to get some change for the bus.

I entered the building, ready to walk up to the bar to speak to the bartender when I was suddenly stopped in my tracks. My body froze, unable to move, my eyes widening as my breathing halted. I wasn't expecting to see him here so to gaze at his body was quite the surprise.

I wasn't sure how I should act if I was honest. A part of me was relieved, a part of me was angry, a part of me wanted to run and hug him whilst part of me wanted to march over there and beat the shit out of him.

Whatever I was feeling, one thing was for certain and that was what my eyes were now seeing.

Sitting there, his body hunched over the bar, a whiskey in his hand was Randy Orton.

Again, a huge thanks to dreamin'BIG, Seth rollins babe, MissyInTheMiddle, Raquel the writer, dutchangel1979, beautifultragedyxxx, DeeMarie426, ambrose-kohli-girl, Tatoune, calwitch and xXTheKatsMeowXx for their reviews of the last chapter