Here I am with another chapter. I actually wanted to you to keep waiting, but then again I couldn't help but post it already lol Hope you all enjoy.
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Chapter 4: Leave me alone, Dean!
Dean had been staring at his cell phone screen for endless minutes now. She looked so beautiful, so happy. The way she smiled made his heart melt. Her eyes were sparkling, making his heart beat fast in his chest.
He had a horrible hangover this morning. Not only had he suffer drank too much, Shannon was on his mind constantly. He just realized now how much he must have hurt her. Not only the night before, but all these times they had spent together.
Knowing that she had feelings for him and him not caring about them was cruel and heartless. And he knew it. He knew it, but he just couldn't change it. It was selfish of him to try and protect himself while she was getting hurt in the process.
He should have told her to leave and move on. Without him. He was no good for her. No good for anyone.
"Dean? Hey, are you even listening?" Seth clicked his fingers in front of Dean's face, trying to get his attention after calling his name a couple of times without success.
"What is it, Rollins?" Dean asked annoyed, quickly deleting that picture of Shannon from his cell phone and putting it back into his pocket.
"Are you ok?" Seth looked at his friend concerned.
Seth had never seen Dean like that. He seemed to be lost in thought, not able to keep his cool. Dean was the master of keeping a straight face. But this time was different.
It was as if something was bothering him. Someone. Someone called Shannon.
"I'm fine. Just tired," Dean mumbled, closing his eyes and hoping that Seth would drop the subject. He wasn't in the mood to talk things through with his best friend. Seth had that bad habit of discussing everything for hours. He was such a woman sometimes.
"Is it because of Shannon?" He asked cautiously, sitting down next to him on his hotel room bed.
"Seth, just leave me alone, ok?" Dean turned around, his back facing Seth. Maybe he would now understand that he didn't want to talk.
There was an uncomfortable silence between them. There was so much left to say, but neither had the courage to speak up first.
Dean had never talked about his feelings in front of Seth and Roman. There had never been a reason to do so anyways. But deep inside he wished he could talk to them about Shannon. About these feelings that were building deep inside of him. Feelings he'd never had before. This was new to him. And he didn't know how to handle this.
"I told her to stop fighting for your love," Seth simply said, almost whispering.
All of a sudden Dean almost jumped out of his skin, not believing what his friend had just told him.
"You did what? I mean...uhm...really?" He tried to sound as casual as possible, but it was senseless. Seth already knew what was going on and there was no need in denying it.
"Stop breaking her heart, man. That's just not fair," he answered, a look of reproach on his face.
He didn't know Shannon all too well, but he could tell that she was falling for his friend. And knowing that Dean would never be able to love her back, he wanted to warn her before he ruined her completely.
"It's none of your fucking business. I don't even know what you're talking about. Shannon and I agreed to fuck, nothing else. So stop making a big deal out of it," Dean grumbled, getting up and shooting his friend a death glare.
"Where are you going? Could you please for once stay and talk this through?" Seth asked when he realized that Dean was about to leave the room.
"Fuck you, Rollins," he replied, turning on his heel in order to make his way out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him.
Dean was pissed off now. He had always kept his flings to himself, but with Shannon everything was different. It was different because she wasn't just some chick. She was Karolina's best friend. Which at the same time meant that Roman and Seth liked her as well. He couldn't just dump her without facing the consequences.
And he didn't even want to dump her. That was the scariest thing to him. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex with the same woman on a regular basis. And since the very first time with Shannon, he hadn't been with any other woman. It was just her. Nobody else.
He didn't know why he was doing it and how this was happening, but he pushed the call button on his cell phone, waiting for Shannon to pick up the phone.
He had no idea what to tell her. He didn't know why he even called in the first place. He was such a dumbass sometimes. He was confused. His head was spinning.
Why didn't he just hang up and start being himself again? He was Dean fucking Ambrose and he never called a woman back after banging her.
When she didn't pick up after several rings, he ended the call while swallowing hard. Why didn't she pick up? He was sure she must have been awake by now. It was noon already and he knew that she wasn't the kind of person to sleep in late.
He tried again. Maybe she was under the shower. Maybe she was in another room and couldn't hear the ringing of her phone.
But yet again, no answer. Realization finally set in. Didn't she want to talk to him? Did she believe Seth?
Son of a bitch, he thought to himself, silently cursing Seth for interfering.
Dean decided to send her a text message. Maybe she would answer to that at least.
Hey toots! Still asleep? It was good seeing u yesterday. Call me whenever you can. Dean
He pressed the 'send' button, letting out a deep breath afterwards. He hoped she would reply soon. He wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to know if she was fine. And he wanted to know if she really gave up on them.
...
Beep beep
Shannon groaned annoyed, knowing exactly that it was Dean texting her. She just ignored it and snuggled up to Gavin, enjoying his company and being happy to having such an awesome friend.
"Don't you want to read it at least?" he asked, shifting slightly so that he could look into her eyes.
They had been awake for quite some time already, but were too lazy to get up and decided to stay in bed for a while.
"No, not really. I'm sure it's just Dean," she said sleepily.
She hadn't slept that much during the night. She had been thinking about Dean constantly. Seth's words kept echoing in her head. 'Don't fight for his love. You're gonna lose.'
Again she could feel a twitch in her heart. It hurt so much to hear the truth. She had always tried to convince herself that one day Dean Ambrose would change. That he would confess his love to her. But he never would. And she had to accept this.
In order to be able to accept this, she had to forget about him. And forgetting meant ignoring him. And that's what she did.
Gavin decided to remain silent. He was caught between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, he was happy that Shannon was mad at Dean. Because that meant that he had the go-ahead to put his intentions into action. But on the other hand he wanted her to be happy. He didn't want her to be heartbroken. She liked that guy. And that hurt him. But maybe there was his chance of capturing her heart now that Dean screwed up.
"What are you thinking about?" she suddenly asked, breaking the silence and bringing him back to reality.
He swallowed hard, not knowing what to tell her. He needed to lie, that was for sure. Although he so badly wanted to tell her that she had to forget about Dean. That he was the man she needed.
"Nothing really. Just thinking about having a shower and preparing breakfast. You hungry?" He looked at her expectantly, happy to see a smile on her face.
"Sure, why not?" She placed a quick kiss on his cheek before getting up and slowly starting to get dressed.
He watched her every move, trying to control himself and desperately hide the tent in his boxers.
She made her way over to his side of the bed, making him nervous. He was sure his face was red as a tomato but he really tried to keep a straight face.
"Thank you, Gavin, You don't know how much that means to me," she said, slowly moving closer to him so that she could give him a hug, but thankfully Fabio appeared out of nowhere, barking excitedly when seeing that Shannon was there.
"Hey little buddy," she said, kneeling down so that she could pet the little dog. Gavin had never been happier to see Fabio as much as he had now. It was unbelievably that his dog saved his ass for once and not the other way round.
"Are you hungry, sweetie?" she asked the dog who seemingly answered her with a loud bark.
She turned her head towards Gavin and motioned with her head to Fabio, a smile on her face.
He just nodded his head and smiled back. He just wanted her to leave so that he could finally get up, but she seemed to enjoy Fabio's presence way too much to move.
"Hey, how about I'll have a walk with Fabio and bring some bagels with me on the way back?" she asked, still petting the little dog's head.
"That sounds awesome. I'll have a shower in the meantime. You want some coffee?" He was relieved to see that she was standing up again, grabbing the leash that was hanging over the chair next to his computer table.
"Oh yes please, that would be perfect," she said, giving him a weak smile before finally leaving his bedroom.
He let out a heavy sigh when he heard the front door closing. She was driving him crazy by her presence alone. It was scary.
"Well, let's get under the shower and take care of you," he said, directing his statement at his erection and laughing to himself after realizing he was really talking to his dick.
...
Her cell phone rang again. It had been the tenth time already and she was getting really annoyed by Dean's persistence. What did he want to tell her? That she was a good lay? That he fucked someone else after she left? She just knew that whatever he had to say, she would be even more devastated.
Fabio was barking loudly and jumping around like a maniac, making Shannon grin. That dog knew exactly that something was wrong. It was mind-blowing to see that such a cute little thing like Fabio had the ability to understand when a human being wasn't alright. Something Dean Ambrose wasn't able to do. And that was a sad fact.
She pushed the ignore button, putting her cell phone back into her purse. As much as it hurt her to do this to him, she had to keep in mind that he wasn't treating her any better.
She didn't realize that tears were building up in her eyes until one of them started streaming down her face. She was hurt. She was heartbroken. And the worst thing was that she would never be able to talk to Dean about all of these feelings she had for him. Because he didn't care. Because he didn't want to hear about them. And because that wasn't part of the 'agreement'.
An agreement that had never really been talked about. An agreement that was coming to an end. Abruptly.
...
Dean was pacing back and forth in his hotel room, thinking about his plan and hoping that it would all work out in the end.
They were in Fremont, California that day. Still not too far away from San Francisco. In two hours they would start taping Smackdown. Which meant that he would be able to leave this place in approximately 5 more hours so that he could make his way over to Shannon.
He wanted to tell her that he was going to visit her. But after calling her more than 20 times, she still didn't pick up. And instead of texting her about his plan, he decided to surprise her.
A knock on the door brought him back to reality. He made his way out of the bedroom area and opened the door to let in his partners, Seth and Roman. They had to prepare for their six-man tag team match against Team Hell No and Randy Orton, and Dean wanted to be 100% focused, pushing back the thoughts of Shannon, but failing miserably.
"So, I guess I'll go after Kane," Roman said, looking at his friends and noticing that Dean didn't seem to listen. He looked at Seth who only shrugged his shoulders and mouthed a silent 'Shannon', making Roman understand what was going on.
"And Dean, I guess you are going to spank Layla's ass," Roman said, looking at his friend expectantly. Seth tried very hard to choke down his laughter, almost failing but Roman slapped his arm and gestured to him to keep a straight face.
"Yep, no problem," Dean said, scrolling through Shannon's Facebook profile and feeling slightly jealous when he saw that she had posted a pic of her, this Gavin guy and his ugly dog. What was this all about? Were they some kind of happy family now?
Suddenly someone grabbed his cell phone, making him snap up his head in surprise.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Dean asked Roman as soon as he realized it was the Samoan who took away his phone.
"The question is: what the fuck is wrong with YOU?" Roman replied, emphasizing the last word and looking at his friend sternly.
Dean looked from Roman to Seth and back again, not knowing what to say. He felt as if he got caught by them for doing something that was wrong. And maybe it was wrong for him to have these feelings for Shannon. Yes, maybe he should really forget about her and move on with his life. But then again, he missed her. Yes, he really did miss her and that was freaking him out.
"It's just that I haven't slept a lot during the last couple of days. That's about it. Really," he answered, looking at them pleadingly and hoping they would drop the subject. He wasn't ready to talk about all of this yet. Not before he did understand himself what was wrong with him.
Roman just nodded his head, believing his friend although knowing that this probably wasn't about lack of sleep but about Shannon.
Roman didn't want to push him though. Dean would talk to them whenever he was ready. He just hoped that he would finally spill the beans rather sooner than later because he knew that Shannon felt like shit. She had called Karolina so many times, crying her heart out. He was actually mad at Dean for being such an asshole, but then again he understood that his buddy had difficulty accepting his feelings since he had never experienced something like this before.
Seth used the silence to speak up again. They still had to plan their match and time was flying by. They knew they were going to win the match but they wanted to give the fans one hell of a show. And for this they had to be concentrated and focused. All of them.
...
It was almost midnight when someone knocked on Shannon's door. She had just beaten Gavin in his new video game and therefore had a huge smile on her face when she saw him pouting like a little boy.
She made her way over to the door, still laughing and wiping away a tear from her face. A tear of joy.
But as soon as she opened the front door, the fun was over.
"Hey Shannon," he whispered, surprised to see that she was in such a good mood. Wasn't she supposed to suffer just like he was? Why did she seem to be so happy and cheerful?
"Who is it, babe?" Gavin yelled from the living room, making Dean arch an eye-brow at her. He just called her babe? That bastard, he thought to himself.
He looked her over from head to toe. She was wearing yet another pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt that looked like it was at least 50 years old. He could bet that she wasn't even wearing a bra. Her hair was messy and she wasn't wearing any make-up.
"Hey beautiful, who..." Gavin started but trailed off when he noticed it was Dean who was standing opposite of him.
"Hey pretty boy, you'd better fuck off now or it's gonna get really ugly," Dean said and moved closer to Gavin, anger reflecting in his eyes.
Who in the hell did that nerd think he was? He was calling his girl beautiful when all she was wearing were clothes which were meant to be put into the clothes recycling bin. He had never seen her like this. Maybe just this one time when he first surprised her. But why would she voluntarily dress like that when she was with another man? Why did she have the feeling to dress up when she was with him? Whenever she was with him, she was dolled up, wearing skin-tight jeans and push-up bras. What was that Gavin guy doing to her? Why did she feel so comfortable when she was with him?
"Dean, please..." she pleaded, looking at him and begging him not to make a scene now. Dean swallowed hard. He was mad at Gavin. He was mad at her. He was mad at himself for being such an asshole.
"Gavin, you'd better go now. I'll talk to you tomorrow, ok?" she asked, her voice shaky and insecure.
"What? But what about our tournament? I thought..." he started but stopped when he saw in her eyes that she was serious. She wanted him to leave. She wanted to be with Dean. That was such a punch in the face.
Gavin just nodded his head and passed Dean, not looking at him as fear rushed through his whole body. Dean smirked, enjoying the feeling of scaring that idiot to death and having Shannon to himself again.
She let him enter, closing the door behind her.
"So, is he banging you?" Dean asked, his blood boiling. He didn't even want to think about her sleeping with another man. It made him sick to his stomach.
"Dean, he's just a friend," she reasoned, sitting down on the couch and waiting for him to join her. But he kept wandering around the living room, his eyes fixed on her.
"Why do you even care?" she asked when he remained silent. She had no idea why he was even there. He didn't care about her when he left her in that club the night before. So why now?
Dean didn't know what to say. It was as if everything he wanted to say was gone now. He was furious. Furious that this guy was making his girl happy. Yes, HIS girl. He was supposed to be the one that made her happy. But he couldn't. And he couldn't be the man she wanted and needed.
He suddenly reverted to old habits. He didn't want to, but it just happened.
He made his way over to her, picked her up forcefully and carried her to her bedroom. Shannon didn't even have the chance to respond as he pressed his lips onto hers roughly. Again her head was telling her to stop him. To send him away and tell him to never come back. But there was something about Dean Ambrose. She just couldn't resist him. And although she had promised herself not fall for him again, she did.
He gently laid her down on the bed, immediately spreading her legs so that he could lie in between them. He started tracing his tongue along the soft skin of her neck, nibbling her earlobe and making her moan out loud. He smirked to himself, feeling victorious once again.
She ran her hands through his short hair, tugging slightly. When he looked up at her, he noticed that she had her eyes closed. That was when an idea popped up in his mind.
"Do you have some scarves here?" he whispered, breathing heavily into her ear. She swallowed hard and nodded her head, moving a little so that she could get up.
She had no idea what he had in mind, but as naïve as she was, she trusted him. After rummaging around in her closet, she pulled out a couple of scarves, throwing them on the bed.
He smirked at her mischievously, motioning his head towards the bed and making her lay down on her back again.
While kissing her passionately and teasing her skin with his teeth, he started undressing her slowly. One piece after another fell to the ground until she was completely naked in front of him. He eyeballed her intensely, licking his lips seductively by doing so.
She sighed heavily when he took the first scarf to tie her wrist up to the headboard of the bed, the other wrist following shortly afterwards. She was nervous now. She wasn't able to move her arms and that scared her.
Dean saw the fear in her eyes and shook his head, taking another scarf and moving closer to her. He lifted her head slightly so that he could blindfold her. The fear in her eyes wasn't visible anymore, and neither was the love he always saw in them.
She had goose bumps all over her body, shaking slightly.
"Relax, baby. It's all good. I'm here with you," he said in his psychotic kind of way. While every other woman would be scared to death now, it put Shannon at ease. She knew that this was yet another face of Dean Ambrose. And she enjoyed it.
She assumed that he was getting undressed as well as he hadn't touched her for a few minutes. She was getting anxious, barely able to wait for him to touch her finally. She swallowed hard when she felt his lips on her hot skin again.
Not seeing him was exciting and new to her. She didn't know what he was about to do next and the thought alone made her drip wet.
"I'll be back in a minute," he said and suddenly got off of the bed, opening the door of the bedroom again.
"Dean, where are you going?" she yelled, afraid he would leave her like that.
He didn't respond which made her extremely nervous. Was this some kind of sick payback for not answering his phone calls?
She was relieved when she heard that he had entered the bedroom again. He parted her legs once again, hovering over her body and kissing her lips feverishly. She yelped in surprise when she suddenly felt something ice-cold on her skin, sending chills up and down her spine.
Dean chuckled to himself and enjoyed the reaction she was giving him. "Found some ice cubes in your freezer and thought we might as well use them," he said, his voice deep and sexy.
Shannon was about to faint. This man knew how to surprise her each and every time. She was putty in his hands. Not only because she was tied up to the headboard of the bed, no, also because he made her lose her mind with his sexual fantasies.
He moved the ice cube from her throat down to her breast, circling it around her nipples which hardened instantly. He couldn't help but let his tongue flick over them, then teasing them with his teeth gently. She let out a soft moan, almost unable to breathe at a steady pace.
The ice cube slid down to her bellybutton, leaving a wet trail starting from in between her breasts over to her stomach. He traced the wet path with his tongue, moving the cube around her bellybutton with his hand and making her shiver once again.
If she had trouble controlling herself only by this, how was she going to handle what he was about to do now?
He watched as she licked her lips while he moved his body down so that his face was positioned in between her legs. He moved the ice cube down, very slowly, making it melt on her hot skin.
When she bit on her bottom lip, he decided that she had suffered enough already. He put his lips around the ice cube, absorbing it into his mouth.
Shannon moved her body nervously, frustrated that he removed the ice-cold sensation from her body when he suddenly placed his mouth on her most intimate part. She yelped in surprise when she felt the ice cube circle around her clit. His hot mouth teasing her lips at the same time, making this feeling even more intense.
"Oh fuck, Dean..." she screamed while trying to desperately move her hands. She so badly wanted to run her hand through his hair while he moved the cube from her swollen nub down to her wet opening.
She had never experienced something as intense as this. The way he forced the ice cube into her wet folds with his mouth was mind-blowing. She couldn't find any word to describe what she was feeling in that very moment.
As the cube was almost melted away, he used his tongue to intensify the sweet torture. The mixture of his hot tongue and the iced water made her whole body quiver.
He let go of her a few moments later, straightening up and moving his crotch closer to hers. She could feel his erection against her mound, making her move her hips towards him.
She wanted to feel him inside of her, she couldn't wait anymore. "Please...Dean...," she said, trying to catch her breath.
He steadied himself on his knees, moved even closer and slowly, agonizingly, slid into her. He groaned when he filled her completely, keeping still for a moment to relish this feeling to the fullest.
He started moving at a steady pace, sliding out of her completely only to plunge into her forcefully once again. He did this for a short while until she helplessly moved her hips against his crotch, silently begging him to go faster.
He loved the sight of her. She couldn't touch him. She was helpless. She let him use her. He could do to her whatever he wanted to and she couldn't fight back.
He bent down slightly, placing his hands on her breasts, kneading them and rubbing her nipples between his index finger and thumb.
"Oh God...," she moaned, still trying to free her hands but to no avail. Dean smirked to himself. He wished someone had been filming this because he loved her like this. He sped up minute by minute, sounds of skin slamming against skin and loud moans filling the room.
"You like that, don't you, baby? You like being fucked by me, you little slut," he said, his breath shallow.
He grabbed her by the hips now, forcing himself into her even deeper. He couldn't control his thrusts anymore. He was close, but he wouldn't cum before she had. He had done that once, it would not happen again.
He started rubbing her clit with his thumb furiously while plunging himself into her uncontrollably fast. He could feel her walls tightening around his cock, her body shivering slightly.
Her moans turned into screams, her body all tensed up.
"Fuck...I...I'm cumming...oh God, Dean..." she screamed in pleasure, her whole body shaking.
That was all Dean needed to get over the edge as well. After a few more intense thrusts, he emptied himself inside of her, digging his fingernails into the flesh of her skin.
He collapsed on top of her, desperately trying to catch his breath. She let him calm down for a few minutes before she shifted her body underneath him, drawing attention to herself.
Dean understood right away. He straightened up again and removed the scarf that had blindfolded her. She had to blink a few times, getting accustomed to the bright light again. Then he untied her wrists from the headboard, smirking when she let out a sigh of relief.
He laid down next to her, not really sure what to do now. He had always been self-confident when it came to dominating in the bedroom, but as soon as the act was over, he became insecure. He always ran. He never stayed. And now here he was, not sure what to do.
Shannon closed her eyes for a few moments, thinking just as hard about what to do next as he did.
She finally worked up the courage to move closer to him, resting her head on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat carefully, the butterflies in her stomach acting up again.
When he suddenly put his arm around her shoulder and started caressing her arm, she felt as if she was dreaming. She wanted to ask him if he stayed, if he would spend the night with her. Instead, she decided to just enjoy this. She didn't want to scare him off by saying something he couldn't handle.
She just wanted to live for this moment. And in this very moment she was happy.
But there was something she didn't think of. And that was Gavin sitting in his apartment next to hers, staring up at the ceiling and trying to choke down his tears after hearing his dream girl having sex with another man.