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Here's Chapter 7! And I was asked if this is going to be a short story, and honestly speaking I am not planning on it, so I hope you guys are ready for the ride! I was also asked if that's the last we'll see of Dolph, well, not really. With that said..

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Chapter 7: Because We're Stupid.

"Oh come on that's complete bullshit!" Vivienne groaned as she stared down at the 360 remote controller and back at Roman who only grinned for her came out to be victorious in another round of Street Fighter. She was back on the road, along with all three members of The Shield on the first day of the year. There was no time to rest, no time to enjoy even a time off for the show had to get on the road. Apparently a memo was passed out by Vince McMahon himself of how January is going to be an important month, due to Wrestlemania coming and all.

From behind she heard Dean whom broke out in laughter as he was lying down on the sofa behind Vivienne. "Sheesh darlin', you really fuckin' suck don't ya?" They are friends; it's as simple as that. Although it was just a couple of hours ago there were in his car smothering each other, although it was just a couple of hours ago she was in his home sharing the same bed as they fell asleep. They didn't need a label, they didn't want to label what they probably have going on without much of their realization.

Vivienne turned her head as glared at Ambrose whom simply shrugged his shoulders. "Can it will ya?"

"Not my fault you suck." That only made Roman almost choke on his drink. Seth on the other hand blankly stared at Vivienne and Dean, still not enjoying the fact that they are even getting along, or what he presumed was getting along, for in Roman's eyes the two seemed the same as always, just a bit calmer of course. As though they've gotten use to one another, and in a way Roman wasn't wrong for thinking that way, but of course, Seth and Roman didn't know any better. Seth stood up from his seat and took hold of Vivienne's remote.

"I'll show ya how it's done sis."

"Please Colby you suck just as much as I do." Vivienne rolled her eyes as she pushed herself up from the floor and plopped on the edge of the couch where Dean laid. She glanced towards him, a grin forming on her lips as Dean only winked. She felt her cheeks fluster at the thought of what happened, of really what she did. Vivienne pried her eyes away from those of Dean's, whom always managed to poke her insides in an almost ominous, threatening way and stared at the screen, watching the match between Roman and Seth on Street Fighter.

She pressed her elbows on her thighs, and leaned forward, accommodating her face on her hands. Dean, whom stared at the back of Vivienne's head would trail his vision down her spine, and noticed her waist slightly revealed for her pullover didn't cover it. Silently chuckling, Dean with a nimble touch passed his index finger across her waist, causing Vivienne whom seemed to be engrossed with the game, flinch and with pure reflexes turn around and shove Dean.

Exactly what he wanted, to have her attention. "Can you guys stop acting like twelve year olds? If I recall correctly, you Dean are twenty seven years old and sis, you're only a year younger." Seth groaned as he came out to be successful in his matchup with Roman. He turned his head and stared at the two, Vivienne whom had her hand already raised in the air, and Dean his forearms up in defense.

"Oh come on Colby-boy, why ya gotta come over here and shit on our fun? The fuck does age has to do with it?" Dean grinned as he no longer lay on the couch. He sat next to Vivienne, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. Vivienne surprised by his sudden action, however inwardly didn't mind much as she tried shoving Dean off, only causing his grip on her shoulders tighten, causing her to fundamentally wince. Seth's glare deepened, as he didn't like one inch of what was going on. Even if he was seeing his sister trying to get out of the grip of Ambrose, it felt off.

"Let go of her Dean. I told you both to stop playing games like this with one another." Vivienne only rolled her eyes at her brother's remarked. She knew he didn't like the idea of them two being friends, of course like Roman explained to her; it's all that he didn't trust Dean with her. Dean parted his lips, his eyes deepened as well and before he could get up from his seat, Vivienne wrapped her arm around his shoulders as well, surprisingly not only Dean, but even Seth and Roman. However that was just a signal for him to keep himself seated, to stay shut.

"Colby, stop it." Vivienne, austere, wasn't trying to have the good vibes within the room being depleted with Seth's antics. Roman only stood behind Seth, as he placed a hand on his shoulder. "Come on man, just cut it out, it's been a month already. Let two people try and actually get along, rather than bicker." That was the magic of having Roman Reigns within the room. He was the referee, and a big brother within the group. He maintained the group tight and of course was reasons why many altercations were avoided not only between Dean and Seth, but also Vivienne and Dean.

He was the balance, within the turbulent situations.

Vivienne removed herself from the grasp of Dean and stood before Seth. Both siblings locking eyes, causing the ambience within the room to strain. Dean only laughed as he clapped his hands onto his lap before standing up himself, standing directly behind Vivienne. He leaned his head to the side, as he licked the corner of his lips. Roman only shook his head realizing that Dean didn't even attempt to better the situation, and he didn't. He enjoyed this, he felt good at seeing how not only he was trying to pry out the hornet from Vivienne, but also that of Seth. He remembered the words he told her, I want you to stay away from him. And so does she, and for some reason, those eight words only brought them closer together. Was it the fact that it was forbidden, that it wasn't allowed, that it was frowned up that the two were close that made them get close to begin with?

Danger, the thrill and adrenaline was something the two found some sort of macabre sense of satisfaction.

Vivienne sucked her teeth. "You have to ruin it don't you? Try keeping your mouth shut next time Colby," She culled her gaze from his and gave a slight nod to Roman. "Later Roman, text me if anything." She scanned Seth once more, before shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head, walking out without saying a single good bye. Dean on the other hand, as he does professionally best outside of the ring, mockingly bowed towards Seth.

"Until then partners." He followed Vivienne out of Seth's room and picked up his pace for she walked rather fast down the hallways.

"Soleil!" Vivienne halted, recognizing the fact that she wasn't called Princess, or anything else, remembering that same night with Dean, he asked her for her a name that nobody else calls her. And it's her middle name; it's something nobody knows except of course family, and now Dean. The way he said it, it was his first time calling it out, and that thud within his rasp managed to make her halt. She turned around, staring at a Dean Ambrose whom approached her with his arms folded across his chest.

"Shit, I love the way that sounds, what ya think darlin'?"

"What I think is that you shouldn't be yelling my middle name down the fuckin' halls where Superstars and Divas could probably hear it and decide to join ya in the whole calling me by my middle name thing."

"I dare 'em, bust their heads open. Soleil is my call. Unless you want to go back to-" Vivienne cleared her throat, wanting to avoid the title Princess once more. Thinking about it now, she wondered why he called her Princess to begin with. She never quite calculated the reasoning behind the pet name; however, she didn't even care anymore. She hated Princess, with all her heart; it made her feel almost filth, and common. It was satirical, the way he called her Princess.

"What do you want Jon?" It was all an act before the others. In front of others, she called him Dean Ambrose, and he called her Princess. She acted as though she couldn't stand a single inch of him, and although partially that was true, at the same time, she had this inexplicable attraction towards him. Dean, couldn't explain as much as he can to himself as to why she has managed to grasp his attention. Hell, he didn't know himself. However, though he had this interest with Vivienne, he treated her no different. He pestered her, for he loved driving her to the edge where it seem she would snap, and probably lay her hands on him once more.

It was his satisfaction, driving her to the point of madness. It was almost sick, just as sick and delirious the urge of wanting to see her, wanting to protect her, not letting a damn thing happen to her. Even though he would want to cause her all the bad in her life, be the monster in her life. But even hearing her call him by his name, well, half of it – he couldn't lie to himself, it set his insides right.

Dean slightly shuffled his feet, Vivienne noting of his slight movement arched a slender brow, questioning what could've been bothering him. However, he didn't know how to ask how one was feeling; he wasn't good at caring, or even trying to approach someone to see how they were doing. And here he is, fumbling the words on his tongue.

"Spill it," She dug into her pockets and pulled out the key to her room, she glanced back at Dean whom only rolled his eyes, irritated at himself for not being able to muster a measly question.

"I was just wondering how ya hanging is all?" Vivienne almost choked on her own spit, finding herself every passing second being around Dean Ambrose full of surprises, and here he was, concerned, trying to see if she was okay. She shook her head, snapping out of her mild daze before she began walking towards her door, however, before she could even budge Dean took hold of her wrist, pulling her back towards him, her body pressed against his as he then snaked his arms around her waist. Vivienne only had her hands against his chest.

He knew, he knew she was bothered, maybe feeling even angered by what happened back in the hotel room between them two and Seth got to her. She only bumped her head against his shoulder, sucking her teeth before submitting himself to his embrace.

"Let's go out to eat or some shit. IHOP or something?" Vivienne slightly pushed back, to look up at Dean who stared at her with that infamous grin of his, and those daunting blue eyes.

"Breakfast at night time?"

"Yeah come on sunshine, it's when its best served. Fuck the norms." Vivienne only shook her head, fully shoving Ambrose away. Dean placed his hands behind his head, as the two began to head out.

Even in public places, the two couldn't act normal, or whatever it is to be normal to begin with. Probably a more sensible word would be civilized, without their random outbursts or discussions. Tonight however, Vivienne found herself being all the more quiet for her mind was still perturbed by what happened back in the hotel room with her brother. Vivienne only poked with her fork the small bacon bits, along with the remnants of what was once a three stack pancake.

Dean, whom was already done with his plate and only took a sip from his orange juice, would stare at Vivienne, bothered, and probably even annoyed at the fact she was biting him, or maybe it was the fact that her silence killed him. Boggled his mind, for he wanted to help, but he held no clue as to what to do. Never did he really take in his lifetime to try and help a female feel better. Even more so, he never recalled having these perplexing emotions towards someone else. It was all but lust, but when it came to Vivienne, it was something else. Undefinable, but it was something.

"Soleil," Started Dean, rolling his eyes at himself. "Spill it." He took the words she used on him earlier. Dean pulled his hoodie over his head, with the hopes of not being recognized with it on – Vivienne all she did was wear huge aviator sunglasses. It was simple disguises, yet they were effective. They didn't look like themselves at all. Vivienne looked up at Dean, as she sighed once more. She was angry, it wasn't sadness, and it wasn't any other petty emotion, but that of rage.

"I'm tired of Colby's shit. He acts like I'm fucking twelve years old when I'm not. I can fucking handle myself, and even you."

Dean began to chuckle, "I don't know about me, but you, yeah you can handle yourself." Vivienne removed the glasses from her face and set them by side her plate. Vivienne glared at Ambrose, she wasn't feeling his jokes, or none of his silly antics. Dean, realizing she was serious, cleared his throat and adjusted the way he sat. He knew the reason why Seth behaved the way he did when it came to be about him and Vivienne. Though Seth holds no idea of what is actually going on between the two, he wants to prevent anything from happening at all, even a friendship for that matter.

He's seen how Dean Ambrose, Jonathan Good has treated the women in his past. "You can't fret him too much. He's trying to prevent the inevitable. Imagine, he doesn't want us to even be close as friends, and if he knew what has happened, or for that matter, our little friendship right now, he'll bust his balls. So instead of pissing your pants out of your little fit, say fuck it and do what you want. Like you said, you're not a fuckin' twelve year old ya know?"

Vivienne stared at Dean, nodding her head slightly, realizing what he said was right. It would only satisfy Seth knowing she was so damn upset. At receiving the bill for what they ate, before Vivienne could even put her hand on it, Dean slipped it right off the table where he placed the money inside and stood up from the table. Vivienne blankly stared at Dean, but didn't say a word as the two then stepped out of the restaurant and embraced the cool wind that greeted them.

Vivienne rubbed her hands together, trying to spread some warmth within her system; however Dean only enveloped his arm beyond her shoulders. He looked down at her with a wink as the two walked down the streets past midnight.

"This is weird," Confessed Vivienne, and it's as though she read his mind, for he was thinking the same thing. And for Dean to find something abnormal, it's almost deemed the ends of the world. All he can do is laugh, as he flicked her temple.

"Ya need to stay out of my head ya know? Are you a mind reader now? Oh, Miss Cleo." Vivienne only laughed. Though things were slightly different with Dean, it was also the same. He antagonized her as much as always. But she didn't mind, not a single bit. She didn't want anything to change, for she feared it'll only make her wish he would get away from her.

The two found themselves in a turbulent, distraught relationship. They were friends, friends whom hugged a little bit more affectionate than the normal, friends that didn't mind the idea of falling asleep together, or kissing while doing so. There was no sense of commitment, yet there was the idea that it was them. Jonathan and Vivienne. That in a weird way, they were intricate.

They were both scared, scared of one another, and themselves. And the ability and possibility of losing themselves within the mess they are already involucrate.

"We're fucking idiots." Vivienne only nodded her head.

"It's almost taboo, the simplest things we do together."

"Ain't it exciting though? The thrill of doing something that isn't allowed, that is forbidden? Fuck was it like this how the bitch Eve felt when she bit the apple ya know? She was probably ravishing that apple, thinking how fuckin' good it was, and wondering 'hey why the hell the big man upstairs didn't want me to have it?'"

"You're something else, crazy, but something else Jon." Every time he talked, he went on like he just did, she found herself fixated to all he had to say. It was impressive, the way he spoke. Articulated his words and didn't even shake. He always knew what to say, he couldn't remain voiceless even if asked, demanded to do so.

Even when he pestered around with her, she listened, even if it irritated.

"Am I crazy for saying the shit people are afraid of talkin' about? Or because..?"

"Because you are, who you are. Simple as that idiot." Vivienne's remarked caused Dean to lean in close to her ear, that raucous laugh of his echoed within her mind, and the slight touches of his breath caused her to shiver. "Careful what you say darlin, like I warned ya, I'm one sick guy…"

Vivienne turned her head, her lips so close to his, she noted how his inched close towards her. She grinned, this was it. The fascination, that sick fascination she has with Dean Ambrose. The instability and the paradoxically feeling of insecurity versus security. Vivienne slightly moved her head, rubbing the tip of her nose against his. She bit her bottom lip, as she looked directly into those enigmatic blues. Dean groaned, as he noticed how her pearly whites slightly smudged the red on her curvaceous lips.

Vivienne lightly pressed her lips, barely touching; hovering right above Dean's who slightly panted. "I'm a masochist Dean."

"An idiot.. we both are.." He muttered as he reached towards Vivienne's upper lip, and slightly nibbled on it. The pain surged through her lip for a mild second, causing her to slightly wince however Dean quieted Vivienne as he then locked his lips against hers. Vivienne responded, hesitant, cautiously, but wanting to feel both the sensations and the pains.

Dean only pulled her in close, as he chuckled in distinction to her lips, as he pulled away. With his free hand, his thumb slightly grazed her bottom lip, not caring if it was colored by the lipstick. She was gorgeous, sublimely gorgeous. With the barely visible freckles on her cheeks, the raven colored tresses. Those acidic pine colored oculars with hint of hazel in their depth, her olive skin tone complexion, and those lips of hers, curvaceous, full lips always coated in red. It was fascinating, almost otherworldly how enticing she was, and he was the one to have the rare breed in his grasp.

Vivienne looked away towards the directional light that flashed WALK.

"Let's go."

Another Raw House show, this time in Florida and Vivienne found herself alone backstage once more as The Shield of course had to attend to their matters. With headphones on her head as she listened to Parkway Drive, music her brother managed to rub into her tastes, she wandered backstage, trying to find something to make time pass by. Any other time she would've had Dolph, whom always was willing to hang out or even grab a bite with her while everything was going on.

But she hasn't spoken to Dolph ever since the incident in New Years Eve. It's almost been a week since she last talked to him, or even spotted him for that matter. Surprisingly enough he hasn't even bothered contacting her as well. Normally he's the one to look for her. Vivienne sighed, realizing she no longer has an option now when The Shield up front doing their thing.

With her eyes closed she sat on a chair, by side a table and placed her head down, drowning anything out of her site. But before she could muster herself into falling asleep, into a nap she felt a tap on her shoulder. Her eyes snapped open as her reflexes once more kicked in, causing her to take a harsh grip on whomever's wrist it was, as she bend it back. Standing up from her chair she turned around and her eyes widen, though she couldn't hear the reaction of the person due to the obnoxiously loud music playing, she could tell it wasn't pleasant from their facial expressions.

Vivienne removed her head phones and hesitantly let go of Dolph's wrist, as she stepped back, but was leaning against the table. "Isn't that a way to great someone after a while huh?" He teased as he shook his wrist around, with his freehand pushed back those blond locks of his. Vivienne couldn't look at Dolph. A part of her felt guilt ridden for ditching him like nothing on New Years Eve, but another part of her knew it was because she didn't want to be there, she wanted to be with Dean.

"I'm sorry about that," Her apology barely audible as she stared down at her hands, and back up at Dolph whom only shook his head. "Don't fret about it Viv, those reflexes of yours are something else, I'll give you that," Ziggler rubbed the back of his head, trying to find the words to say, he didn't think he himself was going to bump into Vivienne, he'll he's spent the week on the road trying to avoid her.

"This is honestly awkward." Vivienne only nodded her head in agreement.

"It seems you and Ambrose have gotten close," Vivienne could tell Dolph was trying to find something out, she only rolled her eyes as she sat on the table, neatly crossing her legs. "We are just friends Dolph. Just like you and me, we are friends."

Dolph felt his insides alleviate. Hearing the words just friends, in regards about Ambrose. It struck him odd however recalling the way Ambrose reacted at him just simply putting his hands on Vivienne. "I mean, that's good right? You guys don't bicker much anymore do you?"

Vivienne shook her head slightly laughing, as then Dolph took hold of the seat she once sat on and placed himself there. "It's the exact same thing; I think I'm just developing patience for it."

"Vivienne, look, I know it's going off subject again, but I miss having you around backstage. It made being around here a little bit more bearable, and it took me away from AJ you know? I think she's taking the role, a bit personal if I should say.." Dolph nervously stated, as he rubbed his hands together, not knowing the response he would probably get.

Vivienne knew what he meant, for it was the same way she felt. Hanging around with Dolph was a different experience, and like he stated, he made being backstage being bearable. At hearing the remark about AJ, Vivienne's eyes perked up as she began to laugh, clapping her hands as she did so. Dolph did so as well. It was blissful moment, as though everything that happened in New Years Eve was forgotten, to a certain extent.

For Vivienne even looking at Dolph right now, she felt the sting of his lips against hers, and how it drove her cold, even if the texture was pure bliss.

"So you mean to tell, me, she actually likes you now?" Finally Vivienne managed to pant out, as Dolph parted his lips for the reply, the two heard his name being called out. Turning around, the two spotted whom they last thought they would see. The person in conversation, AJ Lee.

This is Vivienne's first time even being inches close to AJ, she barely has bothered to even interact with anyone from the locker room, the only reason Dolph happened it's because he approached her out of his own curiosity.

"Dolph! I was like, looking for you, I need to talk to you about…" Her voice trailed off as she stood by side Dolph, whom got up from his seat. Vivienne stared at the two as though they were some kind of sitcom, and that go AJ's attention, which simply snapped her gaze towards Vivienne.

"And, uhm, who are you?"

"What's it to ya darling? I don't matter," Vivienne pushed herself off the table as she stretched her back before giving Dolph a slight wink, to make matters worse not only for him, but for AJ as well whom seemed rather appalled.

"It's alright Dolph, just give me a ring when little miss sunshine over here isn't around." The facial expression of AJ's made it all the more worth it for Vivienne, as Dolph only sighed as he rubbed his temples, preparing from the bombardment that was to come from AJ. Vivienne walked away laughing to her hearts content, a part of her feeling satisfied as she managed in a sense patch things up with the person whom made backstage worthwhile, on the other hand feeling as though something was biting her.

As she walked down the passage, down the halls she spotted Dean, whom also took notice of her. Realizing nobody was around, Dean quickly paced down the halls, covered in sweat, and even then he didn't smell a single bit. Vivienne folded her arms across her chest, arching a slender brow as she scoped from head to toe Ambrose whom only smirked.

"Like what you see?"

"Nah, not at all Dean." Ambrose at her remark only pulled her close towards him by her waist, where he kept his arm. Vivienne pushed his hair out of his face, wiping the wetness from her hand on his black shirt.

Vivienne looked around, a part of her worried that they'll get caught. However that was the last concern in Dean's mind as he looked down at her lips, which he ached for since Tuesday. They haven't exactly private times together, Wednesday night Vivienne had to head to New York for her Thursday sessions of anger management, and even on her return Friday Night, The Shield has really stuck together. Working out, or even practicing certain techniques for bumps.

This moment right now, was probably the last time they'll get before there's no time. Vivienne pushed herself up on her tip toes, as she lightly pressed her lips against Dean's, whom only grinned from the kiss, as he responded with more ferocity. Eating her lips with each moment. At first Vivienne's hands slapped his chest, but she slowly succumbed herself to the animal that is Dean Ambrose.

Without much of their own realization, a figure in the dark lurked, and took note of everything, that just happened.