Whoever had said revenge was a dish best served cold was a fucking liar. Ever since Monday night backstage at Raw when Drew had laid his hands on Lea, Dean had been seething with rage. He wanted to rip him limb from limb.

Dean wasn't a man who labeled women as possessions normally. But fuck it all to hell, Les was his woman. He wouldn't tolerate anybody, friend or foe, touching his woman.

He had begged Paul to schedule a match between them for Smackdown. He refused. Dean was still too volatile to risk a match. Paul couldn't have real life grudges bleeding into the ring. It was simply too dangerous to everyone's well being.

In order to keep the peace, he had suspended Drew for a week. He could only hope Dean would be calm by then.

After watching the footage from the fight, Stephanie had wanted to cancel the whole storyline. Things were getting out of control. Lea had actually talked her out of it. She didn't want Dean and the other members being punished. Having any type of storyline, whether it was intrusive or not, meant tv time.

Not being on television wasn't good for obvious reasons. You didn't want to risk losing any momentum you had gained.

Roman and Seth had been surprised by her actions. They were prepared to sit on the sidelines waiting for Creative to develop a new storyline. She had gained newfound respect by several people backstage.

Lea didn't want the skewed respect. She wasn't being noble in the least. They had worked their asses off for years.

She wasn't going to throw away what they had bled for. Call her selfish but she refused to allow Drew to take even more from her.

Therefore, Paul scheduled The Shield to compete against Mark Henry and The Usos. Lea would compete against Natalya.

Lea loved working with Natalya. She considered her a close friend. They were both seasoned veterans. So she was excited for this match.

Since Natalya didn't pose a threat, Dean and the guys stayed in the back. Even though she had grown accustomed to her posse, she embraced this rare freedom.

Unfortunately, Heath and Jinder decided to make an unscheduled appearance during her match. Both Natalya and Lea were startled and stood back-to-back in the middle of the ring. Lea knew the guys would be out soon. They wouldn't allow these two punks to touch her.

Just as they climbed into the ring, The Shield's music hit. A huge smile blossomed over Lea's face.

2MB were about to get their asses handed to them courtesy of the Hounds of Justice. Natalya stood frozen. She wasn't for sure if she was in danger.

Lea walked to the ropes and motioning for Nattie to follow slipped underneath. She met Nattie's eyes and encouraged her to leave.

Lea was staying ringside. She wanted to watch her guys in action. Jinder and Heath had brought this upon themselves. Now they had to pay the consequences.

As Roman and Seth circled the ring to their respective corners, Dean walked straight to Lea. He pulled her tight against him.

They stared at each other.

Dean grabbed a microphone and climbed onto the apron.

"The only reason you aren't leaving here tonight in a bodybag is because you didn't touch her. Unfortunately, by trying to jump her, you sealed your fate."

With practiced ease, The Shield entered the ring at the same time. Seth and Roman attacked Jinder while Dean focused on Heath.

Dean used some of the pent-up anger towards Drew in his attack. He was methodical. If he couldn't get to Drew, he would get to Drew's friends. He message was simple. Touch Lea and you sealed your fate.

Lea stood outside the ring and forced herself to watch. Finally she jumped into the ring. Dean was out of control. She ran over and grabbed his arm. Pulling him away from Heath.

She placed her body between the fallen wrestler and her boyfriend.

"Dean, stop. He's not Drew. Hurting him doesn't make you a hero. You only look like a bully."

Dean tried to reign in his temper. He took deep breaths. He didn't want to scare Lea. She was too important in his life to chase off because he couldn't control his anger.

Lea held her breathe. Refusing to budge until Dean was completely relaxed. He grabbed her arm, pulled her close, and nuzzled her neck.

While his face was buried in her neck, he apologized for scaring her.

"I need you to understand that you never need to fear me. No matter how angry I may get, I will never hurt you. You are my life."

Fighting the tears threatening to fall, she stroked his face.

This man never seized to amaze her.

Finally, they left the ring. Dean gently lifted her over the barrier. Then holding her hand, they climbed the steps together. Roman and Seth walked ahead of them. Fending off the overzealous fans.

Backstage, Lea pulled Dean aside. She had important questions that needed answering.

Was it all for show? Had he finally forgiven her? Were they ready to move forward in their relationship?

Dean knew she needed answers, so instead of just telling her. He showed her. Backing her into a dark corner and kissing her deeply. He ran his fingers under her top. Palming her breast in his hand. Squeezing her nipples, listening to her breath quicken.

He smiled against her mouth. Pulling her hips flush against him. He thrust against her.

Lea felt like she was floating. She couldn't bring herself to care that anyone could walk past and see them.

"Dean, fuck me now."

Dean closed his eyes. He was on the verge of losing control. He needed to back off and calm down.

He pulled her away from the wall and pulled her into the first empty room he saw.

Locking the door, he began to undress. Lea needed no encouragement. She pulled her top off and began untying her pants.

Dean licked his lips when he saw her bend over to pull her pants off. Without warning, he dropped to his knees and pulled her against his mouth.

Lea felt a wave of pure animalistic need as his tongue thrust deep inside of her. She spread her legs wider and bent completely forward.

Bracing her hands against the floor. Dean growled deep in his chest. He could feel her walls tightening around his tongue. He knew she was ready to come. He used his fingers to rub over her nub. Flicking and squeezing it.

Lea felt fire rush throughout her body. Her legs gave out and she fell forward. Luckily Dean grabbed her before she knocked her head against the wall.

Standing up, he turned her around, picked her up, and slipped into her. Bouncing her up and down. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

Bolts of electricity flowed through his veins. He backed her against the wall allowing her to gain momentum. Picking up the speed. Driving them both to an explosive orgasm.

Dean sunk to the floor, still buried deep inside of her. He twisted around til his back was propped against the wall. Leaving her sitting in his lap.

Lea placed kisses along his jaw. Content to stay right here.

Dean ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her head back. He looked into her eyes as he bared his soul.

"I can't live another moment without you in my life. You are the only person in this world I have ever said these words to. I love you."

The tears she had fought earlier streamed down her cheeks. Leaning her forehead against his, she told him that she loved him too.

"I fought so hard against it. I didn't want to love anyone so soon. I thought I still loved Drew. But everyday I found myself thinking of you more and Drew less. I can't say when I realized I needed you more."