Dean Ambrose was sitting backstage in his dressing room waiting for his match later that night. He was scheduled to compete against Tensai. With interference by his team mates and his on-screen girlfriend.

He hadn't seen Lea since the day they returned from Hartford, Connecticut. She had ignored all his phone calls and texts. He was extremely pissed but even more so, he was hurt.

He thought they had something special after their night together. Now he felt like he was playing a game without knowing the rules.

Lea was nervous. She knew she had to see Dean. She had to explain why she wouldn't answer her phone. She just wasn't sure he would believe her.

She went to the office and checked the card for the night. She was scheduled to interfere in Dean's match tonight. Attacking Cameron and Naomi. Trying to create some heat. She wasn't convinced the WWE Universe would buy her being a heel.

After all, she was the sweetheart, the Southern Belle of the WWE. The eternal darling.

She was looking forward to being a devious bitch. Someone the fans loved to hate. She had spent nine years as a face.

She walked to The Shield's locker room. Ready to lay all of get cards out on the table. Bear her heart to Dean. Hopefully, he was willing to forgive her and give her a second chance.

She spied Roman and Seth heading towards the arena. She hoped Dean was in his room. This was the perfect opportunity.

Tentativey, she knocked on the door. She could hear someone moving around inside. Taking a deep breath, she walked in. Only to be met with an icy glare. She felt her hands clench and her stomach began cramping. She wasn't good with confrontation.

Dean took a hard stand. He didn't like betrayal. He rarely forgave someone when they hurt him.

"Can we talk?"

Lea's voice was thick with nerves. It certainly didn't help that Dean refused to speak to her. He just stared at her like she was dog shit on the bottom of his shoe.

"I know I was a horrible, horrible person this week. I was a major bitch. But I need to explain my reason for avoiding you."

Dean stood up and walked to the other side of the room.

"I'm sorry Dean. I got home and I was ashamed."

Dean whipped his head around. His eyes were lit with fire. He snarled, "ashamed? Of fucking me?"

"God no. Never of that. I was ashamed of how I acted. I acted like a shank. Like a common whore. All because I wanted to impress you."

Dean was confused.

"Impress me? Why would you think you needed to impress me? That I wasn't already impressed?"

Lea walked over and stood in front of him. Grabbing him by the hand.

"You are one of the most amazing men I have ever known. Of course I need to impress you. Look at me, I am so goody two shoes I even bore myself. How could I compete with any woman in the world."

Lea lowered her head. This was the part that was going to hurt.

"But I realized that I didn't want to change who I am. Not for you or anyone else. I want someone who wants me, boring or not."

Dean walked around the room mumbling to himself.

Lea felt her breath freeze in her lungs. She wasn't sure what to make of his reaction..

"After the night we had, hell the day we had together, how could you even doubt that I wanted you? There is nothing about you that bores me. You are like the most amazing person I've ever known."

"Really? You think I'm amazing?"

Lea's face was radiant with her smile.

"You really are something, you know that."

"Do you forgive me?Are we okay?"

"I honestly don't know Kitten. The past few days have been hell. I'm not sure I can forget it just like that."

Nodding her head, fighting back tears, Lea walked towards the door.

"I'll be back when it's time for your match."

Dean didn't stop her from leaving. He hated having to hurt her but he had been completely honest. He wasn't sure he was able to forgive and forget.

An hour later, Lea met up with the guys. While Roman and Seth would arrive later, Lea was going to be ringside the entire match.

Tonight they laid the foundation for their on-screen romance. Convenient timing in her mind. When the future of their real life romance hung in the balance.

Dean leaned over to her and bumped shoulders with her. "Do you want to kiss or not?"

"NOW? This isn't the time to make up."

Dean laughed at her reaction. "After the match, kiss or no kiss?"

"Go with the flow, if it feels right then we'll kiss. Okay?"

"Sounds good to me. Ready to go?"

"Kick some ass? Always."

They shared an intimate smile and head to the ring.

She loved watching Dean wrestle. His unorthodox style just made her smile. His reactions were priceless. He could sell an injury or bump better than most of the wrestlers she knew.

She was dropping subtle hints with her actions. In her opinion, the best way to sell a storyline was to make it real. When Dean was tossed out of the ring, she would check on him. Rubbing his shoulder, yelling at the referee, blocking Tensai from attacking Dean.

As Tensai gained the upper hand, Roman and Seth charged the ring. Seeing Naomi, she ran and knocked her to the mat. Kicking her in the stomach. Cameron jumped her from behind. They fought back and forth until finally Roman chased Cameron and Naomi away.

Dean helped her to her feet. After checking her over for injuries, he tilted her chin up and kissed her long and deep.

Lea wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him. Thoroughly enjoying the feel of his mouth on hers. Dean's kisses were electric.

She was determined to make sure that they worked out their problems. She couldn't survive only on tv kisses. She would go insane in no time at all.

They broke apart and returned to the backstage area. They had an exclusive interview to do.

Another step in revealing their relationship to the fans.

She stood by his side completely enthralled by his mic skills. She didn't have to make believe. He was hypnotic.

As the camera shut off and the lights dimmed, Dean pulled away. He wasn't ready to move forward.

Lea felt the snub right through her to her heart. Roman wrapped an arm around her shoulder. He squeezed then released.

Seth looked at her with confusion written all over his face. He was warming up to her. Yet he had been friends with Dean long enough to know something was up.

Lea refused to talk about it. Whatever happened between Dean and her was private.

After having her last relationship implode on national TV, she was even more private about her personal life.

She pulled out her phone and sent a quick, direct text to Dean. "Need to talk ASAP."

"I'm in bathroom, bout to jump in shower."

"You alone?"

" Yeah"

"I'll grab my things, be there in few minutes."

"Suit yourself."

Lea rushed to grab her bag and get to the showers before anyone interrupted them.

Dean pulled her against him as soon as she entered the shower. His lips crashed down on hers. Pushing his tongue into her mouth.

After kissing Lea in the ring, Dean had been horny as fuck. He was about to lose his mind. He wanted to back her against the shower wall and slam into her.

Lea was conflicted. As much as she wanted to feel Dean inside of her, she didn't want to just be a fuck buddy.

Forcing herself to pull back, she pushed against Dean's shoulder.

"We can't. Not like this."

Dean knew what she was saying was right but he was still hard as fuck.

"Damn it all to hell. This is your fucking fault."

"How the fuck is it my fault? I apologized. You're the one who can't seen to get past what happened."

"Why should I? Who says next week you don't have another crisis and I don't hear from you again?"

"You fucking asshole."

Lea grabbed her towel and stormed out of the showers. Tears were coursing down her cheeks.

As she was getting dressed by the lockers, Drew walked in. He came up behind her and pulled her tight against his body. Started nuzzling her neck. Lea tensed up immediately. She knew this body and that particular scent.

"Get your motherfucking hands off of me McIntyre."

"Look who's acting tough now. Hanging out with bad boys is giving you a dirty mouth Lea."

She jerked away from his body. Luckily she was almost dressed.

"Don't ever put your hands on me again, Drew."

Without warning Drew slapped her face. Enraged, Dean slammed Drew onto the floor. He had heard Drew's remarks to Lea. Pissed off, he had walked in just in time to see Drew's backhand knock her back into the lockers.

Hearing the fight, wrestlers poured into the room. Pulling the two men apart. Dean saw the red welt on her cheek and went beserck. The men struggled to control him.

Lea stepped in front of him. She placed her hands on his face and forced him to look at her.

"Dean, stop. I'm okay."

The rage slowly drained away. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against his chest.

Roman and Seth stepped between Lea and Drew. Ready to defend her if necessary. Drew sneered at them. Provoking Seth to grab him and toss him out of the locker room head first.