[a/n: this isn't so much about love as it is a connection. Not everything has to be hearts and flowers, and with these two, who are to me, the embodiment of Tiffany/Chucky or Sid Vicious and Nancy, there will definitely be no repenting of past errors or I love you every ten damn seconds from either party..
But there will be sex, violence, arguments, and lots of namecalling from both parties. They have a connection.. Not romance or stability or even love. But, they coexist without murdering one another. So, this definitely is not your typical romance. :)
Love to thank all my reviewers so far, and everyone who's been adding and reviewing anon. You guys are awesome, and I'm glad you like this story.]
"The fuck did I just fucking listen to? I seriously think my ears were fucking raped." Sydney grumbled as she sat in the backseat of the SUV next to an unlistening Dean Ambrose, who snickered a little as he stared out the window.
"It was kinda catchy though." Syd said as she shrugged, then flipped through the radio's channels.
"That shit was not catchy." Seth said as he turned in his seat, eating a sour straw and looked at the newest member of their 'stable' with a raised brow.
Syd smirked and started to attempt rapping along with the song.
Soon, even Ambrose was turned, looking at her with a raised brow, before reaching over, slapping her open handed in the back of the head as he said "Shut the fuck up."
"Make me, Ambrose." Syd smirked as the two of them began to fight in the backseat and Roman growled and pulled the SUV over, turning around.
"Both of you stop it, or I'm going to choke both of you."
"Fuck out of this, Reigns." both Dean and Syd growled, Syd looking up at Roman from beneath Dean, where he had her pinned, trying to choke her, for annoying him all damn day long.
Seth snickered and said "Hey.. You do realize it looks like you guys are..."
The two sprang apart, punching each other one more time, glaring and grumbling as both of them threw something into the front at Seth who shrugged and said "Well it did look like you two were about to fuck or something."
" Right.. Only on a cold day in hell, Rollins." Dean spat, even though thinking about it, her small body under him, pressed against him, writhing to get out of the choke hold he had her in, did turn him on a lot.
"You fuckin wish, Ambrose." Sydney said as she ate a sour straw, scowled at Dean, even though the thought of him having her pinned like that just now, well.. It was hot.
She bit her lip and leaned back in her seat, shutting her eyes. She'd been sharing a room, a car with the three of them since she'd become the 4th in the Shield.
And sometimes, she honestly wasn't sure whether she wanted to slit Dean's throat, or fuck him until neither of them could walk straight.
But the odd thing of it was, they had this sort of odd bond. They got one another. The bad thing about this of course, was that when they wanted to piss one another off, they knew exactly what buttons to push, which direction to take insults or arguments in.
Dean watched her as he leaned back in the backseat. His hand slowly moved up her leg, just to see if he'd get a reaction.
Syd's eyes popped open and she leaned in, let her hand creep up his leg, winked before slapping him in the forehead. "Don't fuckin touch me." she muttered as Dean gripped her leg and leaned in and whispered back, "If I want to touch you you crazy little bitch, I will."
"Not unless you want to die very slowly and painfully after being forcefed your own dick, Ambrose." Syd said back as her hand crept higher, her finger moved over the zipper of his jeans.
Dean smirked as his hand crept higher, and he did the same. " Keep on, Syd.. Just keep on." he warned as Syd smirked, moved her hand and sat back, as far away from him on the seat as she could.
" Are we fucking there yet?" Syd called out as Dean said the same thing, at the same time. Both of them were beyond ready to get the hell away from one another, the way they made each other feel, especially since that damn stupid kiss the other day.