A/N: Oh gosh it's been so long since I've updated! Forgive me guys, normally I am quick about these, and will be again, it's just since the holidays and all I've been rather distracted! Either way, thank you so much to Kizzyfur, Eva, KailDFC, Inspiredbydoubt, Guest, HalloweenBarbie, MistyKnihgt, Sonib89, katydtbhmusic, KatieKazaMizAwesome, charmedbyortonbarett for your lovely reviews! They all mean the world to be and I'm still in awe you guys are actually enjoying my story! As well a thanks to those who followed and favorite!

Happy New Years to you all, and of course to make up my lack of updates, here is going to be a lengthy but of course hopefully pleasing chapter 6. As I said in the previous chapter I will be touching darker elements within my story, and from the response of the last chapter I guess you guys liked it, either way! Enough about that! Let's get this show on the road!

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Chapter 6: This Is A Losing Game.

He rested silently, and every now and then his body would flinch, and all she can feel is his hand grasp onto the sheets that were wrapped against her frame. He had his arms snaked around her, as his face was dug into the nape of her neck, making sure she was warm each and every second she laid to rest. Vivienne, whom woke up only remained silent, didn't budge an inch but her fingertips slightly curled his hair.

Before even snapping her eyes open, she thought everything that happened that night was just a dream. Some type of sick delusional dream. Sick in the sense it involves Dean Ambrose, and delusional for in some fallacious and almost delirious way it satisfied this ache within her. It eased not only the pains that surge through her mind from the altercation by the bar, but also her emotional stature, even if at the moment she finds her nervous system altercated. She couldn't say she was happy with what happened, but she can't even say she's upset about it.

Vivienne never thought out of all people, Dean Ambrose. Out of all men in the world her lips were locked with that of a mad stray dog. And she lies in bed with him. But even after all, she couldn't help but be in awe. For this is the first time she's actually seeing him tamed, in a resting position where he isn't being his usual annoying self. Dean Ambrose was vulnerable at this very moment. A moment many wish they could have in their possession to do whatever the hell they want with him, to finally not be afraid of him.

Vivienne, even having him at his most vulnerable state was afraid. Afraid of him, afraid of herself, and most of all, both of them like this; eloped in an affectionate embrace. The thought drove her cold, though her body felt feverish. Ever since the first day it's exactly how he said – it's like poking the hornet's nest. It was a losing game. The thought of her boggled her up all the more, as Vivienne only shook her head before slowly she tried wiggling herself out of his arms without waking him up. However, attempts proved to be in vain as she heard the groans emit from Dean Ambrose who rubbed his eyes before opening them.

Their eyes clashed once more, and silence drowned the bed room. Dean grinned, as his tongue massaged his bottom lip.

"Mornin' Princess." Her name was no longer Vivienne as it was last night. That was the indication that what happened was nothing more but pure fallacy, a heat in the moment sort of situation. Vivienne slowly pushed herself away from Dean as she got up from the bed, however for her doing so quickly she winced in pain, as the headache slowly crept its way into her.

Dean stared at the back of Vivienne whom didn't say a word. He knew what he did calling her Princess, and although this knot within him formed at doing so – he didn't care. He couldn't care, no matter if that smidge of good within him begged on its torn knees for him to do so. Last night boggled all of him. For its not something he does, no. He doesn't remember names, he doesn't say names, and he doesn't just kiss and lay to sleep. That's not what he does. He fucks, he doesn't care about names, and he sends them home the same night. But no, he fell asleep in someone's arms. He managed to feel her warmth crawl onto his flesh, and his radiate to hers. The thought of being so intimate with such minimalistic things worried him. No, not worried him. Scared him.

He was disgusted at himself, at all that happened. He let himself be vulnerable; he exposed a side of him he mustered all within himself to keep inside – to never let out. He felt this anger develop inside; as though Vivienne had violated his pride, his frontal act and stripped him naked to what can be a feeble Jonathan Good. Dean Ambrose stood up from his bed to see that Vivienne only took hold of her bag and jacket. Her back still turned to him.

She bit her bottom lip for it trembled. This wasn't going to happen to her, she wasn't going to be anything else to Dean Ambrose. From where she stood she could see her reflection and noticed the bruise on her cheek was all the more visible.

"Take me to the airport; I'm going to New York." Her voice almost cracked at the order, and Dean whom stood directly behind her, whom was going to snake his arms around her waist only halted himself. He knew what he was going to do once more, and it would only worsen matters, confuse the both of them as he then placed his hands behind his head.

He knew he could poke around if he wanted to, but it would be in vain. He wouldn't get another word from her. He only shrugged his shoulders, what could he do? For this is exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to leave, to get away from him, from his room. Though pushing her would only cause her to come back, after all she's sister of his partner.

Vivienne who clutched her cell phone in her hand stared down at the message that vibrated her device. Vivienne, I'm in New York City until New Years, let's meet up alright? It's been a long time she's last spoken to Dolph or for that matter seen him seeing him. All of her yelled to turn around to stay here in Cincinnati. But those feelings of dislike, annoyance, and irritating antagonism arose within her once more at hearing the simple word Princess.

Until Raw Princess.

Those three words played in her mind over and over as she forced a smile on her lips at seeing Dolph who greeted her much to her surprise with a hug. However Dolph's mouth slightly drops at taking note the bruise on her face. His hand reached out to cup her cheek however Vivienne shied her face away from his touch, as she led Dolph inside her apartment.

She knew the 30th she'll be seeing not only Dean once more, but Roman and even Seth. Just those simple facts set her heart at ease seeing as she misses not only Roman, but her brother dearly. The only time she wrote to him was before the plane setting off which was to reply to the Merry Christmas text message he sent her. He was the only one to receive a response, not even their parents, or even Roman for that matter.

"What happened to you?""

"Bar fight here in the Village. Is it really that bad?"

Both sat down on the couch next to one another. The place was already warmed up for Vivienne has two hours already here in New York. During the entire plane ride all she could've think about was not only those three words Ambrose said to her before she stepped out of his car, but also an excuse to come up with about the bruises on her face. A bar fight was the closest thing she had to being true, yet false at the same time.

Much to her dismay however, it being Wednesday night she held no hopes within her system that the bruises would fade by the time its Sunday and she'll have to see Seth with them at Washington. The headache has managed to stick with her throughout most of the day, along with what happened last night. Along with his voice and the way he said her name. His voice sounded almost exasperated, a sigh of relief, and a groan trying to muster in the feeling of ecstasy that was dormant within him.

That husk, certain authentic rasp.

However, she inwardly shook her head as she grabbed the remote for the television and switched on to the On Demand channel for movies as she glanced towards Dolph whom probably told her something, but much to her dismay didn't pay attention to one word he said.

"I'm just glad to be here with you Vivienne, it's been a while we've seen each other. Especially since you left without a word that Tuesday night."

Vivienne inwardly sighed, hoping he wouldn't bring it up. Of course she didn't want Dolph to know much of her anger management sessions, or issues for that matter – but other than the members of The Shield, she's the only one in the roster so far she feels as though she could muster a conversation with.

"I'm sorry about that,"

She wasn't at all. Here she was at the craft she's perfected. Lying, falsifying herself to make other believe this is her. Her stomach churned, she hoped she didn't need to result being like this with Dolph. But her thoughts plagued the capability of her being able to function in a control or fashionable matter.

"Next time I'll be sure to tell you okay? It's just something came up of urgency so I had to be back over here as soon as possible."

"Where were you before coming over here? I came by remembering your address earlier and seeing by the looks of the apartment," Dolph paused before chuckling as he took a look around the living room. Taking note of the large duffle bag by the door entrance.

"You just came back."

"I was with Colby for Christmas. Came back over here seeing as his girlfriend was going to spend the holidays with him, I didn't exactly want to be a bother ya know?"

Bullshit, I was with Jonathan fucking Good, getting my head busted open by the alley in a bar, ended up kissing the guy sober, waking up and acting like the whole thing didn't fucking happen.

"Enough of that, let's just enjoy a movie alright?" Dolph took hold of the remote from Vivienne's hand as he then highlighted the section titled Holiday Favourites. Someone's in the Christmas mood. Tch, Christmas spirit. So much for it.

"I'm going to be in the city until Sunday. So we can head to Washington together if alright with you." Vivienne glanced at Dolph slightly taken back by his kind nature. She wasn't accustomed to it. Vivienne only nodded her head, softly smiling as she calmly sat back into the sofa, and crossed her arms over her chest, preparing for a movie.

The distance between the two closed in as their thighs touched as they shared laugh while watching Elf. Dolph had his arm behind the shoulders of Vivienne, as he slowly wrapped them around her. Vivienne glanced up towards Dolph who stared back at her, however, she didn't care. She didn't have an inch of her to care. Instead she only nuzzled herself into his embrace as she lightly placed her head onto her shoulder. Dolph surprised by Vivienne's reaction would only grin as he pulled her close to his frame and continued to enjoy the movie.

For some reason, even in such a fun, distracting moment. Her mind dwelled in the memory of what happened. It only could picture that face of his that only infuriated her all the more. She wanted to yell, hit something, and drink herself away from such antagonizing emotions. But she couldn't. The frustrations only developed tears that didn't dare escape her eyes as she just inwardly shrugged.

Fuck it.

Without much recognition, Vivienne didn't notice the screen of her silent phone flicker up. The number calling read as Ambrose.

A rainy Sunday, December 30th it was in Washington, no surprise of course seeing as the state is normally gray every day, and if it wasn't raining would be a rare occasion. At arriving in the arena Vivienne stared at Dolph with a smile on her face.

"This weather is lovely isn't it?" Dolph surprised by the animated mood of Vivienne only shrugged his shoulders.

"Ain't exactly my cup of tea? More of a sun guy as you can see."

Since that Wednesday night up until this Sunday – Vivienne and Dolph happened to spend much of their time together. Though nothing has happened between the two, they've been awfully close. Most of what they spent their time doing was going out and enjoyed New York at night in lounges or even bars. Even went shopping or out to dinner.

It was a different, almost mind-blowing experience for Vivienne seeing as said before she's not truly accustomed to 'chivalry'. Or peace for that matter. However, it served a distractive mean for her not to be winded up in thought. But she was tired, she no longer wanted to even deal with Dolph. It was the same thing over and over again; there was a lack of adrenaline, of the unexpected.

A lack of danger, of something fresh, foreboding – which serves as her fuel.

Down the corridors as they looked for their rooms, Dolph throughout the entire time walked with Vivienne while having his arms around her shoulder. Even with a coat on, Vivienne felt cold. There was nothing about Dolph that sent her even a trickle of warmth within her. Though of course, he was a good friend – he drove her cold. Spotting the door which read THE SHIELD, Vivienne glanced at Dolph whom only planted a kiss on the crown of her head.

"I'll be seeing you later tonight huh Vivienne?"

"Yeah, grabbing a bite right?" Dolph only nodded his head as pulled away from Vivienne after giving her light squeeze. Dean whom was in the locker room with Seth and Roman, all three looked at each other what they thought they just heard.

"So she's been keeping in contact with Ziggler?" Ambrose asked.

"What, she hasn't written to you? Me and Roman got text messages letting us know she was probably coming a bit late seeing as she woke up late and had to catch another flight." Seth no longer held any hard feelings against Dean since that night. Though even on that note, he hadn't apologized for the things said. Ambrose felt troubled, irked if anything as he only chuckled. The smirk on his lips formed as he shook his head and cracked his knuckles bandaged up knuckles. The wounds on his hands still visible from the night he beat the men that attempted to abuse Vivienne. Vivienne at walking in the locker room, Seth stood up from his seat and without saying a word only pulled his sister an embrace.

Vivienne was slightly taken back as she was going to shove him off, but then, she recalled the feelings of missing her brother. As she only began to laugh as she responded to his bear hug. "Ack! Colby get the fuck off me! I can't breathe!" Vivienne squirmed underneath her brother's embrace whom finally let go of her. However, at doing so took notice of the faded – yet notable bruise on her cheek.

Seth's eyes widen as he took hold of her face with his hands. "What the fuck happened?!" Dean however remained seated as Roman stood up and gave Vivienne a hug himself before letting her be pestered by her brother. Vivienne didn't glance to the corner, for she knew he would be there. Dean stood up from his chair as he placed his hands behind his head and stood next to Colby as he pretended to be shocked by the bruise on her cheek, though he knew damn well because of his irresponsibility that happened to her.

"Damn Princess, the bitch must've gotten a good hit on ya for it to be there until today." Vivienne glared at the Ambrose who held that infamous grin on his face, with the tip of his tongue slightly sticking out as he began to laugh. Roman slightly shoved Dean whom only continued to laugh as he sat back down. Feeling satisfied he managed to, knowingly push her buttons. Of course, he knew what happened, and the flashback of how he found her, the tears in her eyes, her vulnerable state only birthed the savage that can be Dean Ambrose.

He could tell by the way her eyebrows furrowed, and the way those light eyes of her darkened by only hearing the sound of his voice. And although it excited him seeing her reaction, he only felt that pull on his stomach once more. He then heard the quiet sounds of when he tended to her wounds, the winces of her pain, and he felt this thirst develop and domesticate itself.

Ignoring Dean's remark, Vivienne stared back at her brother whom only shrugged his shoulders. Assumptions came to him as to what possibly couldn't happen, and for him rather not knowing, didn't continue to pry on. He knew asking wouldn't solve a thing, after all it all happened.

"I hope you got her back good as well V, knowing you – you probably almost left her for dead." At the words, both Vivienne and Dean glanced at each other, before Dean stood up and began to step out of the room. Vivienne however only nodded her head as she held her undamaged knuckles in the direction of Roman. "Look at that, not even a scratch!"

"Vivienne can you get me a pack of Swedish fish? For some reason I'm craving something sweet, the snack machine is right outside." Roman handed Vivienne a dollar as she only nodded her head and stepped out. Immediately letting Roman and Seth proceed to talk about their holidays and how they were spent.

As soon as she stepped out she took note of Dean who leaned on the wall next to the door entrance of his locker room. Vivienne rolled her eyes as she also spotted the snack machine and began to walk its direction. Dean only whistled as he hand his hands behind his head once more as he followed right behind. Vivienne noticing her footsteps weren't on their own would stand in front of the snack machine before turning around and glaring at Dean.

"Can I fuckin' help you with something Ambrose?"

"Actually Princess, you really can, if I can borrow some of your oh so mighty precious fuckin' time," Dean grinned as he slightly pushed Vivienne against the snack machine. Vivienne whom was pressed against the machine only sucked her teeth as she tried to push by past Dean, but of course all attempts were in vain. Dean only stared down at Vivienne whose hands tightly clutched the dollar bill that was given to her. He noticed her olive sun-kissed complexion slightly flush, as she didn't dare look up into his eyes for one second.

"Actually, I can't Ambrose, so why the fuck you don't cut the crap and let me do what the fuck I want to do?"

"So Ziggler huh? Who would've thought? Ain't that a bit of a down grade Princess? Go from this godly figure to something so flimsy. I'm starting to question and worry for your taste darling." He mocked her, as he placed his index finger underneath her chin as he tilted her head up to lock eyes with her; however Vivienne only shied her head away as she attempted to shove Dean whom only took hold of her arms and pressed them against the machine, above her head. Vivienne at feeling his hands grip her wrist felt that surge of warmth consume her frame once more.

But he was only antagonizing her – for things have gone exactly back to normal. Vivienne felt weak at the hold from Ambrose as the dollar slipped right out of her hand as she locked her eyes with the treacherous blues that belonged to him.

He noticed her bottom lip tremble, and it only brought those images of Christmas night with her. Her lips did the same thing that night when they craved his lips. He felt confused by her expression. Her scent didn't crawl up his nose, seeing as she didn't even wear her own sweater. "Tch, why the hell is it of your concern Ambrose? Letting one little incident on Christmas flutter that tar shit heart of yours?" Vivienne wanted to yell, she couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth and had no moment to take hold of them and rewind them back into her.

If only that was possible.

Ambrose only chuckled as swiftly he lightly pressed his lips onto the corner of Vivienne's who only managed to snap out of his grip and slapped her hand across Dean's face. Dean only stood there with disbelief at what happened, the stinging sensation only bewildered him all the more, knowing that this affliction came from her hands satisfied the thirst within his stream.

Vivienne whom was panting heavily would wipe her lips, removing her lipstick at the same time with the sleeve of the large oversized pullover sweater which belongs to Dolph. Dean noticed the tears well up in her eyes once more, but before he could even react, before he could even try to muster an apology, Vivienne only stormed off, not allowing the sole tear that escaped her eye be noticed by Dean. Or even by her.

Dean glanced down at the dollar on the floor as he picked it up and pressed it up against the snack machine. Before he began to punch it, repeated amount of times until the glass cracked. He stared down at his bandaged knuckles that began to feel sore once more. Dean stared at the fragments of the glass as from the locker rooms stormed out Roman whom heard the sound of the shattering glass.

"Dean what the hell happened?!" Ambrose didn't say a word. He knew he only kept on fucking up. He knew what he was doing only kept driving her farther and farther away. And he knew even if he tried to pull her in close once more, he'll probably fuck up at the process of doing so. He could only think how he fucked up Christmas morning, by not being able to even say her name. By even agreeing to take her to the airport. By hesitating to pull her back into bed with him.

That night sharing a bed with her, was the best sleep he's had in such a long time. Sleep barely ever exists for him. The woman, the person whom seemed to tolerate him, or even take him in like the wrestling ring did was now slowly going away. She felt farther than what she already is. Out of fear, and cowardice he's allowing that person to go away. And that person is Vivienne.

Fuck and a thousand more fucking fucks.

Ohio once more. At least it's Cleveland. Vivienne inwardly sighed, trying her best to deal with the fact that she even said yes to spending the New Years with Dolph. Something she initially hoped to spend with Seth but of course he was planning on spending time with his girlfriend, and that is something she doesn't like to interfere with. Nor, do his girlfriend and her get along.

He was holding a small get together to welcome the coming of 2013. The majority of everyone else in here she didn't recognize except for Dolph himself. Like a professional wallflower, she remained against a wall as she took quiet sips from her Samuel Adams bottle. The urge to drink didn't exist within her tonight, which was odd seeing as these kind of nights she's normally causing havoc, dancing around, or throwing up by the porch. Instead, no inch of her desired to be here. Not at all. However, she didn't even know where to go. Or she lied to herself, for she knew exactly where she wanted to be.

It was hard to explain, but she did sustain some sort of fatal, but certain attraction towards Dean Ambrose. It was 11:58, two minutes before the new year, and all she could think to herself was much of she wanted to leave behind in 2012. The drugs certainly being one thing, however, she couldn't figure out anything else. She thought herself to be fine, when in reality she was far from it. Imperfect, but human. It's how Dean taught her to see it, and it's logical, it made sense to her, it allowed her not punish herself so much.

It's only logical, to fuck up, and learn.

Vivienne pulled out her phone from her pocket, and glanced up towards Dolph whom took hold of her wrist, and began to guide her through the crowd as they now stood in front of the television. New York City looked lively through the television, it always did every year. One thing she could admit to herself was that she's glad she wasn't over there. Probably being at a bar at this time of the year could be rather dangerous and would probably end up in another altercation of the sorts.

"5…" The crowd, including Dolph began to chant down the numbers, and all the thoughts began to surge through her. December has been almost magical, for she was once more reunited with her brother, since it was years since they last saw each other.

"4…" She began to travel to different parts of the United States; something she never thought could be possible, even with her teacher salary seeing as she normally blew her money away on drugs or alcohol. Now she could leave those things behind her, far into the darkest parts of her past.

"2…" Dolph snaked his arms around the waist of Vivienne whom only looked up at him. He seemed to be having a ball, enjoying himself, and she couldn't understand why. Dolph was last of her concern, she felt horrible, seeing as he's being such a great guy. But it's not for her; this life style is far away from feeling alive. Its normalcy at its finest.

"1! Happy New Year!" Everyone busted, and those whom were with their significant other shared the first kiss of the year. Before Vivienne could even react, Dolph swiftly pressed his lips against her own. Her eyes widen in shock, for this was unexpected, but even on that note she couldn't budge an inch, her lips pursed trying to respond back to the signs of affection of Dolph but she only felt her body shroud in an unknown calloused feeling.

She closed her eyes, and all she pictured was Dean Ambrose. She remembered Christmas night. She remembered that authentic scent of his crawl up her nostrils. With the memory haunting her mind, she shook her head as she attempted to pull away from the cushioned lips of Dolph, however he only tightened the embrace as he kept her close.

Dean Ambrose was probably the best part of her December. The most dreading, exciting, realistic part of her December was Jonathan Good. December being the month that symbolizes or is closest to death with the upbringing of winter, was the month that made her feel all animated, alive, true.

Jon.. Was all she thought to herself as her eyes snapped open, pulling away from Dolph whom only held a sick grin to his lips? It bothered her, the way his lips felt, the way they curved, and they seemed forced, untrue. She shook her head as she walked outside of the door and looked down at her phone.

She forgot to take hold of her jacket as she felt the winter wind ravish her flesh. She shivered from the cold as she slowly dialed the numbers she never thought she would.

Dean whom was out in a bar with his 'friends' in Cleveland pulled out the phone from his pockets for he felt it vibrate. Staring down at the number, Dean was surprised, but only began to chuckle as he pressed the phone against his ear.

"Oh, wishing me Happy New Year's Princess? You shouldn't have!" He boasted as he placed his can of beer onto the wooden table. Pressing the phone more against his ear so he can make sure to hear everything she would have to say. The music in the bar blared, and his friends stared at him with confusion.

"Come pick me up, I'm in Cleveland. At Nick's place. Please." Dean snapped up from his seat, as the people he was with were suddenly startled. Before they could ask questions he bolted out of the bar. He hung up his phone as he plopped himself into his car and started the engine.

Her voice sounded almost feeble, barely audible. Mute.

He hated it.

Within ten minutes, sitting out in the cold without a sweater or anything soon pulled up that familiar red 1984 Nissan Maxima. Even with the money he was making he was still riding around a feeble, old school ride. Vivienne had her arms wrapped around herself as her eyes slightly lightened up. Soon out of the car came out Dean whom ran up to the porch where she sat. He removed his jacket and placed it onto her shoulders as he stared down at her.

"Are you okay? The fuck is wrong with you standing out here on the cold?!" He yelled, however Vivienne only looked away from Dean and down to the floor at her brown boots.

"Come, let's get the fuck out of here." She can smell the tinges of beer, cigarettes from his breath. Before the two can step down from the porch the door to the front opened and came out Dolph whom was rather startled by the presence of Dean. Dean only glared at Dolph, taking note of the faded red marks against his lip, obviously from the lips of Vivienne – whom always wore red lipstick.

He couldn't even tell if it was jealousy. He couldn't tell why he was so angry at seeing Dolph, and having Vivienne so close by him. But by passing seconds he felt himself boil. "Jon, what a surprise seeing you here, Vivienne you called him?"

"I'm going with him." She managed to utter out, the words almost hushed. Dolph took hold of Vivienne's wrist, whom only snapped right out of his grip. Dean then stood in front of Vivienne, before Dolph whom locked eyes with Dean as well, returning the glare with much intensity.

"Ya heard her, she's leaving, and that's that. And clean your lips, you look like a bigger bitch than you already do." Dolph didn't have time to rebuttal for Dean took hold of Vivienne's hand and quickly the two walked back to his car. Dolph stared with disbelief however knew he couldn't do much at the moment. He didn't want to cause a scene with so many people back inside at his house.

In the car, Vivienne stared in the direction of Dean whom only stared at the steering wheel. His hands tightly clutched it, as he tried his best to control the anger bottled within him. "Really Vivienne? That's what you do? You go hang out with this fuckin' shit and you don't even want to be there? Then call my ass after god fuckin' knows how long was the last time we actually talked and you do this shit? Fuck woman," Dean paused and Vivienne felt herself wince at hearing her name once more being said by Dean. However she kept her gaze fixated on him.

Dean glanced towards her direction as he pushed back his hair with his hand. "The fuck are you doing to me?" Vivienne didn't say a word, didn't allow anything else to be said as she reacted on pure feelings. She took a hold of his face with her hands, and before he reciprocate, Vivienne crashed her already smudged red lips against those of Dean.

Dean was surprised with the initiation, let alone the lip lock. His eyes didn't remain wide as he only closed them, and wrapped his arms around her small frame, pulling her over to him, to hold her close as his hand went from the back of her neck to her hair, where he took a hand full of her ebony locks and grasped onto it. Pulling her head back slightly allowing him to explore her mouth all the more.

Through the milliseconds of their lips parted, quiet groans escaped the lips of Vivienne, as she felt this heat rush throughout her anatomy. It was sensational, and even scary as to how Dean Ambrose had such effect on her. The kiss itself was passionate, allowed no space for air, only pants and groans as the two didn't part. Their lungs begged for air, but their lips thirsted for one another's moisture. Their succulent taste.

At pulling away, both of them held each other's faces within their hands as they looked directly into their eyes. Both held a grin to their faces, as the breath of their panting lightly touched their faces. Then they began to laugh and shake their heads, but Dean halted once more, as he lightly tapped the lips of Vivienne.

"I fucked up didn't I?" Alas he said.

"It's what makes you so damn human, you're always fucking up."

"Vivienne... just, shut up... and Happy New Years." He muttered above her lips, before they locked lips once more, his hands traveled from her neck to her waist, as he pulled her close, tightening the embrace of their lips. Their mold felt as though it corresponded, as though their lips fit and mold perfectly against one another.

Dean Ambrose was vivacious, almost like an animal. He exuded a domineering presences and that was exactly it. Even his lips wrestled against hers, as though he had to win.

Vivienne tightly clutched onto the collar of his shirt as her hands then slipped by and wrapped themselves around his neck. He nipped and sucked at her lips, however she didn't dare fall back for she matched his moves. The moment his tongue managed to slip into her mouth she slightly suckled against it, causing Dean to grin against her lips. Her taste was intoxicating.

Fear was last in the train of thoughts of both Vivienne and Dean. They wanted to enjoy the moment, even if it might not last. What they were involving themselves in was a losing game, for all opposing forces within the realms of this Earth would go out their limb to keep them apart. The two whom seem to whole one another at the wrong time.