A/N: Oh gosh you guys I know it has been so long since I've actually updated but here is chapter 14! I hope you guys aren't so upset I took so long with the update, school has been an intense pain in the rear, but oh well, here I am once more!

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I got two messages regarding what's going to happen with Dolph and I don't plan on discarding him. He's played a role in the story throughout, and so has AJ so I'm not planning on shrugging them aside. A lot of you wrote on your reviews that you think AJ has only just begun, oh aren't you guys so wise? Hahaha. A drama-less life between Vivienne and Dean would bore you to tears. Their perseverance is what matters. Seeing as they are busy fighting their feelings towards each other, and the world more than one another. Anwyays~

I hope I'm not to disappoint with this chapter, I'm not feeling rusty, actually watching some promo's also got my muse back up to write. So here I am! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. By the way, I really enjoy doing a certain scene more in the perspective of Dean.

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Chapter 14: I Hate Sleeping Alone.

"I'm sorry Ms. Lopez but you can't be backstage anymore. As the stipulation goes, an altercation with any of the backstage superstars or divas bans you from backstage."

Three months – three months have passed since she's last seen the likes of Dean Ambrose and Vivienne only found herself recollecting the words that were spat at her by WWE officials after the altercation with AJ Lee backstage. Though much of her didn't mind at all as she glanced towards the clock inside the cubicle she was in. She stared down at the pen that she chewed the cap of as she browsed the internet. One tab of course handling working matters, another loading the clip she missed last night of Smackdown, and the third tab was twitter.

So much has happened in the regards of three months. With the news of what happened between her and AJ hitting the public, her life has taken a turn she couldn't quiet comprehend – and all was volatile proof through her twitter account. From it being simply 110 followers at her privacy, to the matter of 40k followers overnight. One would think fans, and of course she was praised but at the same time flamed due to her actions. Rumors of a possible relationship with Dean also got on the wire, and his fangirls were the most delightful creatures she's yet to encounter. Of course, notable sarcasm.

She turned out to be labeled crazier than AJ, for even dealing with the likes of Dean Ambrose, the man who used to be known as Jon Moxley.

But she had little care; she didn't pay much attention to what they spat at her way. Though her pleasure was replying to some of the nonsense she received on there. Nobody knew who the hell Vivienne Soleil Lopez is until that fateful night three months ago. But regardless of her sudden internet infamy, she's developed herself – well organized herself. She once more finds herself giving the medical field a try for it was something she was truly passionate about, and although she's submitted her resume to various locations in the Tri-State area for three months now, she's gotten no calls back.

Thus the result of her working here in a psychiatric office.

"Ms. Lopez, you truly take your job serious don't you?" Vivienne shuddered at the bitterness from the tone of the voice as she glanced up at the direction of Dr. Frost whom adjusted the thin frames on the bridge of his nose and folded his arms tightly across his chest.

Vivienne gave out a nervous laugh as she quickly switched the tab from the match that was going on between Seth Rollins and Randy Orton and stared down at her The Shield t-shirt she finally got in the mail. The release of the shirt was an obvious sign of the success the three are bringing to the WWE and seeing it on the site; she had to have it right away.

Vivienne ended up contacting Dr. Frost after she left Cincinnati and returned to New York, with much pleading if it was possible she could somehow someway work for him. She wanted to little by little dip her feet into the medical field. Surprisingly enough, Frost agreed to the request and took her in – even if she's just a simple desk secretary, it was better than nothing. The pay wasn't horrible at all, in fact it was surprising how much she made in an hour – a secretary salary.

She could've taken back bartending which was something she had great fun in doing, but she wanted to settle down and actually put some effort in getting away from a lifestyle that perturbs her inner demons – although no matter the cause they remain restless. Even all the more now that Dean Ambrose isn't around.

"Yeah, of course I do old man. I was just… you know, roaming around for a bit. All I need to do is some finishing touches on your appointments and that's about it."

"You miss him don't you?"

Frost sighed and Vivienne only kept quiet as she grabbed her pen once more and began to chew on the cap. She changed the tab back to the wrestling match to see her brother's performance. Vivienne felt her insides churn at thinking about Dean. She couldn't shrug the feelings off even if she wanted to – as much as tried not thinking about him, she couldn't help it.

She missed him, she missed him greatly. And ever since that night that she was dismissed she only has his sweater, the scent that lingers on it and the sound of his voice every night and every morning. They made sure to talk on the phone as much as possible; it was a way the two reassured themselves that they are still there. That they haven't given up on each other's little game. Or so they still until this day convinced themselves that this was it. Nothing more or nothing less – just that.

But they refused to acknowledge that its way past the initial stage – it was deeper than that, they didn't act like their normal selves – even if the arguments ensued along with the antics, it was intimate as well. It wasn't a game anymore, it was above that level and they don't want to grasp onto that fact – thus they delude each other with the simplistic and frail label of it being nothing more than just a game.

Intimacy, the last thing she thought she would indulge herself in with Dean Ambrose. From her shirt she glanced to the corner of her desk where her ticket stood. She stared at that ticket with hungry eyes. Tomorrow night there was to be a house show in Madison Square Garden, and Vivienne bought it as soon as the news aired out, with the hopes to get decent seating to finally see The Shield. She wants to see her brother whom she's missed to great extents regardless of their awkward relationship. To see Roman Reigns whom like Seth constantly checks up on her – and she craved, every single inch of her for Dean.

She wanted to consume him in her lust, in her longing, and her undeniable sentiments. She trailed her fingertips at her ticket and glanced down at her vibrating phone.

Vivienne, I can't wait to see you tomorrow tonight. Have a sign for me will ya?

Please Dolph, I'm sure you'll spot me without on.

Much to the dismay of Dean, she couldn't help to continue talking to Ziggler. Who happens to be the only one aware of her coming to the Garden tomorrow night. She felt guilty every time she talked to him – but she couldn't help it. After all, Dolph was some sort of odd normalcy. Boring, but normal. It balanced things out.

She stopped chewing on the cap, and allowed her teeth to sink in her bottom teeth.

I miss you Sol – fuck I never thought I'll end up saying some shit like that. But there ya have it.

Dean on the other hand was stressed throughout much of the intense touring since the three months of Vivienne's departure. She made touring bearable and although everything is stabilized and back to normal within the stable, he still felt odd. One of the few good things also is the fact that during the passing time, Seth talks to Dean once more. And the success of The Shield as the terrorizing force within the WWE for almost a year now has made it all the more intense for him. With success came notoriety, money, love, and hate. Seth and Roman are up to face Team Hell No for the tag team championship belts whereas Dean has had no title opportunities. He didn't mind so much, for he was bigger than that. He was the mouth piece of The Shield. The centerfold of it all.

He knew clearly what was being written online. He knew what they had to say in regards of Vivienne and how bloggers continuously suspected that they are engaged in some sort of relationship. Dean whom isn't even fond of Twitter found himself logged in, with little actions to none and followed Vivienne. That only caused more speculation seeing as Dean hasn't touched his twitter account ever since the incident with Mick Foley. He doesn't tweet, he just like reading the shit written to him, or even to Vivienne whom tends to write to him, even if she knows he won't reply.

Vivienne…

It was surprising, how in such short timing she's had such effect on him. Morning phone calls and night time chatter was the little he got of her. He got to hear her voice, or see her face through Facetime, but other than that, she wasn't there. She wasn't in his physical grasp where he could finally rapture her and feel all of her to his heart's content. He was hungry for her, he's in a deep stage of crave.

"Jon," Dean picked his head up from scrolling through the timeline on twitter to Roman whom handed him a bottle of Gatorade. Roman noticed the AVI image of Vivienne on his phone and he only chuckled.

"It isn't the same without her around?"

"It's not even that-" Dean started but was interrupted. "It's exactly that. We should be arriving to New York tomorrow, like an hour or two before the show. Afterwards maybe we can go see her before we head out to Jersey. Colby and I were planning on it since she finally gave us her address to her apartment. How about it?"

Dean only shook his head, as though the idea was exciting and tickled his insides; he couldn't bring himself to say yes.

"Jon…"

"Cut it Joe. You guys can go see her. I'm alright." He lied – he didn't feel so right. Hell, even the thought of being in his bed alone for three months perturbed him. He missed the comfort of her body pressed against his, feeling her snuggle herself into his chest as her leg was looped over his. She never parted from him when they slept together.

He missed her natural essence. The vanilla, the cinnamon, the mint, the perfume and the smidge of cigarettes.

He missed her. But he refused to see her. He couldn't bring himself to do it, because it'll only be for a second before the crave haunts him again. And the crave – the crave is the most painful part of these perplexing sentiments.

Make sure you wear a killer disguise. You know you're pretty famous on the internet thanks to your whole shindig with AJ, and the speculations of your lovely fanbase of being with Ambrose.

Thanks for the reminder. Though getting into a fight with one of those low lives would've been pretty fun.

It ain't worth getting in trouble with the law Vivienne you know that.

Nick you worry too much. It won't be the first time. Anyways, spot me around somewhere around middle section. I'm wearing Shield shirt and your bright ass pink shades you left at my apartment.

Look forward to it, I'll do some weird signal, shout out to you.

Vivienne hugged herself even if she wore her pea-coat along with a beanie she felt the bitter winds of December bite her. The first day of December didn't prove to be so nice after all; it feels as though winter arrived early. But she refused to be inside anywhere, she kept herself active around 34th street in order to be close to the Garden. It was only a couple of more minutes before the gates will open and people can begin settling themselves around the seat.

Faithfully she wore the pink shades and even wore a blond wig. Dolph was right, she had to be careful. She would've been foolish regarding the threats she's received through twitter if she's even to show her face. Fans are crazy, well, Dean's face are crazy and it would only make sense seeing as he's much of a nutcase himself.

Her heart was racing as she glanced down at her watch and noticed the time. She picked up pace, and with her light jog to the garden, her heart palpitated all the more knowing she'll be able to see him once more. He who she misses dearly.

Vivienne found herself grinning throughout much of the house show, as they tend to be a bit more entertaining than the normal live televised events. Superstars were a bit freer with their actions and of course a New York City crowd never disappoints. It's always rowdy, and the Superstars feed off it. Seeing Dolph come out alongside AJ Lee and Big E Langston she didn't know whether to cheer or not. The sight of AJ Lee rattled her insides. She glanced down at her hands, remembering the day she landed that direct blow to her cheek as if it was fresh. But AJ was irrelevant at the moment - hell even seeing the World Heavyweight Champion belt slung over Dolph's shoulder, she had to admit it to herself, she was proud of him. He's come a long way, and it was long overdue for him to have that title.

However she stood up from her seat as it quieted down a bit – and right when Dolph took hold of the microphone, Vivienne cried out with one big WOO, which directed a lot of attention her way but she didn't mind, for also Dolph took note of the familiarity of the voice and glanced towards the direction of its source. He grinned as he gave her a slight nod her way and all attention diverted her way. AJ however in the ring scouted the arena with her eyes, wondering what the hell was that noise, who was the person that specifically awaited for a moment of silence to capture the attention of the man she's finding herself selfishly possessing erratic feelings for.

Good shit Dolph.

Bitterly thought Vivienne as she cleared her throat and directed her attention once more to Dolph whom began to trash talk The Miz. Vivienne glanced down at her phone as she felt it vibrate in her hands. She's even surprised to have some kind of signal in the arena; the Garden normally cut all forms of communication. Vivienne chuckled as she pushed up the neon-pink sunglasses against the bridge of her nose and pushed aside the artificial blond locks. This disguise was fool-proof. Well it has proven to be thus far. She stared down at her phone, with an idiotic grin plastered onto those ruby stained lips of hers – she was reading random messages Dean sent her as he preparing himself backstage with Seth and Roman.

In the ring there was a six man tag match between Dolph Ziggler, Wade Barrett and Fandango against The Miz, Daniel Bryan, and Randy Orton.

Who are you guys gonna beat up tonight?

Creative wants us to sock all three of them. Starting with Orton. Getting real tired of this shit ya know?

Wanting to be WWE Champion huh Jon?

It's calling me, it's what I deserve more than anyone else in this damn locker room.

Your time will come, now stop being such a greedy fuck and do your magic.

Sol you're lucky you're not around or else that little vocabulary of yours would've gotten you punished.

Vivienne flustered, being 'punished' by the likes of Dean Ambrose was part of her fantasy. She never knew if she wanted to be punished, to fight with, or to argue with Dean Ambrose – or to be affectionately held by Jonathan Good. She's finding herself developing feelings for both forces combined and embodied in that one single frame she wishes she could pull close to her own.

Before she could even punch in words to reply to Jon, on cue The Shield's theme rippled through the Garden causing a wave of cheers and boos. Barely New York City booed the heels – for some reason they loved them more than the faces of the WWE. She couldn't help and snap out of her seat as she watched Ziggler, Barrett, and Fandango retreat and begin to burn her throat with the scratchiness of her screams.

She couldn't believe it; her eyes find themselves stinging from the tears she held back at the sight of all three of them. Of her brother, her friend, and her game-mate. The adrenaline in her system got her heart rushing all the more as she began to clap at seeing the hounds of justice do what they do best – dispense justice in a ring full of injustices.

Sunglasses fell off her face and she didn't pay much mind – even if it was from afar – she managed to see them. She managed to see what for three months apart she's watched through the laptop or television screen. It was more personal now. And seeing the fire in their eyes through the titantron, and the furrowed brows of Dean Ambrose whom is considered the eccentric figure of the trio, and the animosity from Roman Reigns – she realized that in the matter of almost a year – the once NXT rookies have come a long way. She glanced down at her Shield shirt for a mild second – faithfully showing her support before staring back at her boys.

Before Vivienne could let out one more yell, she felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned her head to the left and glanced at the two females who snared at her. Their eyes slit as they scoped her from head to toe. Vivienne attempted to push up the glasses against the bridge of her nose once more but realized they no longer hid her away. The blond wig wasn't even enough to save her. Vivienne bit her tongue, she didn't want trouble – at the moment. She glanced towards the ring at hearing the crowd cry out their boos all the more – all three members of The Shield held onto a microphone.

No, not now.

"See Tiff, she must think we're fucking stupid or something. With that cheap disguise."

"So it is her, the scum bitch Dean's with."

Vivienne felt her insides tremble.

"For a year everyone in the locker room has failed to realize-" Seth started but Vivienne blared them out as she found herself sliding out of her seat and heading out – but she knew she wasn't alone. The two females followed right behind, and of course continued to mouth insults.

She felt the corner of her mouth twitch. She could make a mistake right here and right now – as much as her insides barked at her to beat the two to a bloody pulp – she couldn't afford that. No, she's been progressing. She's been working on herself, and submitting herself to the pressures of the two females behind her would only backtrack her.

"She's all bark!"

"How the fuck is Dean wasting his precious time with such an ugly bitch? A pussy bitch for that matter." Pussy. She was being triggered, and she found herself biting her tongue to the point she could taste the bitter iron flavor dance on her taste buds.

Vivienne finally halted as she stepped outside and welcomed the bitter winter winds. Roughly she removed the blond wig from her head and whipped around to stare at the two whom seemed taller than her at the moment for they were at the top of the entrance stairs to the Garden. Vivienne felt her insides coil, burn and sting as the snake managed to slither its way into her paradise once more.

Her normally bright acidic hues quickly darken with the shade of the night. The two girls began to laugh. Vivienne took a good look at the two. Not for their physical appearance, but judgement of age. Probably eighteen year old girls these are the same girls who hide behind the screen of the internet and constantly bombared her inbox with threats all for the love and obsession over Dean Ambrose.

Like he's hot shit. She inwardly chuckled to herself at the thought as the grin on her lips slowly formed. She parted her lips and at the corner of her lips blood slightly trickled. The two girls took a step back.

"You think your little antics freak us out?"

"You're nothing Vivienne. While your home doing whatever the fuck it is you do, Dean is on the road enjoying real women, women like me and Stephanie here. Someone who can please him, and grant his road needs while you are home."

Another nerve was hit. And for some weird reason insecurity began to wash the normally self-assured Vivienne Soleil Lopez. It was fact. She can't be there for Dean like back then. She can't even know what he's truly doing because she doesn't even know if he's even telling her the honest truth. She isn't in front of him to be able to tell if he's lying or not, and the phone doesn't allow her to hear the actual purity of his voice.

"And you! For all we know are slutting about like the fucking whore you are, playing games with Dean, using him for his money right you gold digging slut?"

Vivienne's eyes widen as she swiftly with no hesitation stepped up to the stairs and stared at the two females right eye to eye. Both stepped back, suddenly startled by the action taken from Vivienne's behalf. They didn't think she'll actually react – let alone get in their face.

She wiped the corner of her mouth as she grabbed the one known as Tiffany, the one who did the most talking by the collar of her jacket and before her friend Stephanie could strike Vivienne, she only pushed Tiffany into Stephanie, causing the two to fall to the ground. She stared down at them both, nostrils flaring as she began to chuckle.

"You two are really something else aren't ya? Why don't you run off darlings, before it really gets ugly…" Her voice wasn't at a normal level, let alone the tone. It was dark, and the rasp from the yelling only made her sound all the more menacing. The two girls stared at one another, as Tiff was going to stand up, Vivienne only walked towards them once more, and raised her hand which was curled in a fine fist.

"Vivienne! What the hell?!" The all familiar voice rang through her ears as she glanced up from the girls to the very entrance of the Garden. Dolph stood there, confused at the situation before him. Staring at the two girls whom seemed to hold a smug, yet terrified look in their eyes and back at Vivienne, whom looked as though all she could see was red.

"Dolph…" She whispered his name, barely audible as then the two girls took the time in which Vivienne was distracted to pick themselves off and run back into the arena. Vivienne sighed, as she felt her fist begin to shake. She felt herself slowly grow angry at the fact that she almost lost self-control once more. She couldn't see anything but red, and her anger, the anger that still coiled within her didn't allow her to think on sane level.

Dolph walked up to Vivienne – placing his hand onto her fist as he then lowered it for her.

"Three months and I come to find you about to beat the crap of a girl? Sounds like you." She couldn't laugh even at the tone of his voice.

"Who were they?" He then asked, causing Vivienne to look up into the light blue eyes of Ziggler whom gave her a soft reassuring smile.

"My fans," She shrugged "If you catch my drift."

Dolph cleared his throat, understanding what she meant. Ever since the AJ incident – Vivienne has found herself in a different spotlight, especially when it comes to the WWE Universe. She's a cult figure, both loved and hated. Mainly hated, especially by the fans of Dean Ambrose and AJ Lee.

"Sheesh what about your disguise? From afar it looked pretty good!"

"You spotted me?" She stared at him slightly perplexed, and in disbelief. Dolph only laughed and nodded his head.

"Yeah, kind of hard not to ya know? That voice of yours, I told ya, call and beep me, and I'm all ears." She felt her insides bug at his statement, and guilt started to consume her a bit by bit. Dean never knew about the fact she continued to speak to Ziggler. The time she asked him if it was okay, he simply blurted out all sorts of obscenities. So this, what was happening at the moment he would never hear from it.

She was no fool to the fact that Ziggler sustained some sort of feelings to her, yet he promised his best to ridden them, or keep them under a leash. But statements like these made their debut at times, and its what drives her to the guilt trip – though she feels as though she's doing nothing wrong – she knows its wrong because Dean doesn't know, because she in a sense is lying to Dean.

"Nick…" She started, casting her gaze off to the side.

"I know Vivienne. I'm sorry, I'm really trying though." Vivienne remained quiet. "Look, what are you planning on doing tonight?"

She didn't look at Dolph, she glanced at the sign of Madison Square Garden, and from there at the city lights of downtown New York.

"I want to see Dean. It's why I even bought this damn ticket." Vivienne didn't note the crestfallen look on Dolph's face.

"Where can I see him?" She finally graced him with her eyes, he could note the plead in their gleam.

"If you keep walking from here, down to the left – I'm pretty sure you'll be able to bump into him by the rear exit. After their little talk on the microphone I overheard them talking about heading out into the city in grabbing a bite." Vivienne felt her insides flutter at the thought of seeing Dean once more as her lips curled themselves into a sheepish grin.

Dolph felt himself pang with envy, but seeing her smile like this it was worth it. Vivienne quickly went up to Dolph and hugged him tightly, and he didn't even get the chance to count the seconds. But he valued each one as he lightly patted her back. Vivienne looked up at him, as he gave her a slight nod and she ran, ran the fastest she's ever ran in her life to the back exit of the Garden.

"Bullshit!" Dean cried out, as he tossed all his belongs aside in the locker room and both Seth and Roman only hung their heads low at the news just received.

Creative sent a memo to The Shield – specifically Dean as to how a new storyline is going into play in a matter of two weeks in which AJ and Dean will be made a pairing. They thought seeing as the two of them have a reputation for their bizarre behaviour – they thought it'll be interesting to make them a power couple of the sort.

"They're fucking with me!" Seth opened his mouth to say something, but Roman only nudged him with his elbow, signaling him to quiet down. To let him vent out his anger. Both however found it odd indeed that creative would even engage on this. And to make even matters worse McMahon and even Triple H gave their 'stamp of absolute approval'. Meaning he can't escape this.

The devil has once more laid its cards and it fucked him. 21.

Dean after continuously pacing back and forth and kicking the chairs would just heavily sigh as he grabbed his duffle bag and without a word slipped out of the locker room leaving behind his two team mates who knew best to let him be. They themselves couldn't believe the turn of events. Ambrose wouldn't have probably minded so much working with a Diva, but the fact that from the small roster of Divas – AJ Lee was the pick is what boggles him.

For even during the three months of being away from Vivienne she's been persistent, constantly doing what she does best – loop around him.

Dean only spat to the side of the hallways not caring the look he got from the others as his paced picked up. He glanced down at his phone realizing he hadn't replied to the message that remained there from Vivienne. As he kicked the back exit door open he stopped right there and to reply to the message, as he glanced up for a mild second, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him – well his fury playing tricks with him as the outline of a figure not so far away from him resembled the woman that plagues his thoughts every day.

Before he looked back down at the phone again, he found his lips slowly parting, the pull in his chest, the palpitating feeling rising, feeling as though he was almost going to throw up. He looked up once more, this time his eyes quickly searched for familiarity as they clashed with those lush, acidic greens that wild his insides.

It couldn't be a trick. And if it was, a fucking sick joke. But the way her lips widen in this smile, oh, her smile that he missed to great extents. It was impossible, it was no joke. How her pearly whites beamed through the coat of her red and within a blink of his eyes he felt her against him.

"Jon!" The voice snapped him back from the ethereal state he was in and placed him in the reality as he swiftly wrapped his arms around that curvaceous small frame of hers and held her close. She fit right into his chest, as though her body molded into his and she felt the hold she had around his neck tighten. She began to shiver in his arms, no not shiver. She was sobbing, and she couldn't even mute them.

He pulled away to look down at her, pushing away those rustic auburn locks of her, revealing those precious forest hues, with the pad of his thumb wiping away the crystalline tears that cascaded down those flush cheeks of hers.

Vivienne couldn't sustain her joy, she didn't know why she was even crying. But it was a definite sign that this man before her meant so much more than what she wanted to acknowledge. And staring up into those piercing, treacherous blues of her, she felt like a savage, wild, and organic once more.

Dean no longer looked at her eyes, he hungrily stared at those lips as the grip he had on her waist tighten as he pulled her towards him. His lips, starved fed themselves alas as they crashed against hers. She felt her fingertips dig through his moist locks, as this time unlike before she didn't protest against his aggression, but willingly submitted herself.

Her lips as always were soft, tasted sweet. He felt his heart speed up when he felt her tongue dart out and caress his lower lip. Through her parted lips he without no hesitation plunged his own tongue, exploring and tasting all of her as he went. Softly she moaned against his lips as he then felt her shift positions, sliding closer to him. His hands on her hips as he gripped her tightly. Her hips slightly grinded against his and she pulled away. Her face flushed, lips were parted, panting, and smeared from the red that coated them. Her eyes filled with raw desire.

"We need to get out of here..."

The lights weren't flick on as the two crashed through the door into Vivienne's apartment. Their lips didn't part of a mild second as his hands kept that fierce grip onto her waist. Their bags dropped by the entrance and they didn't even bother to lock the door behind them. The crashing sound of vases, paintings that once hung on the wall, everything was on the floor. Through the battle of their malnourished tongues they finally managed to make it to the living room, as the two no longer even wore their coats.

Dean at feeling Vivienne pressed against him realized that underneath the shirt she wore she had no bra on. She felt those hard tips of her breasts against his chest as he then slid a hand up from her hips, caressing the side of her breast and cupping it harshly through the fabric of her shirt. He flicked his thumb over the hardened tip, deriving a moan from her. His other hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him as his jaw buckled against hers.

He felt her hips rest on his own, the pressure of her weight and feeling the thickness of his frame on his erection made him feel as though his pants were to explode. All of him was hard. He knew she wanted this just as much as he did, the crave was obvious through her eyes and how she feasted herself on his lips. How she suckled his tongue, and bit his bottom lip, and how her hips grinded onto his erection.

One hand found its way under the hem of the shirt; he slightly opened his eyes and noticed how it was the one of The Shield. Always supporting huh Princess? He couldn't help but grin con-to her lips. He enjoyed the feeling of her soft flesh underneath the slenderness of his fingertips as he trailed them up against her spine. He felt her flesh quickly crawl with goose bumps. Finally his hand crawled its way up to her chest, this time cupping her bare full breasts in which he began to tweak the tips between his thumb and index finger. Tweaking, and tugging. He couldn't even hear the low moan that was swallowed by the ends of her throat. He alas pulled up her shirt. Forcing the two to finally part their lips as they stood before the couch.

Vivienne, not ashamed stood before him, her eyes hazed with want, with need, but her lips grinned, giving him this alluring smile. She stood there half naked before him, and he absorbed all her details. Her sun-kissed flesh, the curves on her lips. He couldn't help but stare at her.

"Jon... I'm hoping you like what you see..." Through her pants she managed to hush out. Though her expression full with amusement. But Dean didn't utter a word as he his hands slid up her sides, feeling how they curved against her frame and once more cupped both breasts. Vivienne stared at his button down flannel and without any consideration only ripped it off her, no care of the buttons at all as then Dean slid his arms out of it. This time Dean sat on the couch, and he pulled Vivienne onto his lap.

He shivered as she traced her fingertips over his flesh, over the definition of his muscles. He leaned in and flicked his tongue gently over one of the hard tips, eliciting another moan from her before he attached his mouth to it. The other hand tweaking and pinching the nipple and his lips suckled, and tugged onto the hard tips. She writhed in pleasure.

Vivienne bent her head and placed soft kisses along the nape of neck causing Dean to groan. Dean pulled away allowing his two hands to proceed massaging both beautifully harden pink tips as she trailed kisses down from the nape of his neck, following the trail of her fingertips, down to his chest, where her tongue teased his nipples. She kissed her way back to his mouth, but her hands massaged his throbbing erection through the fabric of his jeans and he buckled his hips to her touch as she then began to unfasten his belt, and unbutton his pants. He felt this weird sensation at feeling the zipper against his erection, almost tickling.

He pulled her close towards him before he shifted the position of the two. Dean stared down at Vivienne's eyes as she was the one now laying on the couch. The smile on her lips was that of approval. She never wanted this man more than she did now. And she was willing to allow him to explore every crevice of her. This was their first time even getting this far, and her eyes glancing down at his throbbing member which was lucid through the boxer briefs he wore. She wanted to rub her thighs together from the sensation in between them; she was moist for him, ready to hold all of him in her insides.

Dean gripped the waistband of her pants, making sure that at the same time he took hold of the fabric underneath her pants - he smiled as he leaned in to kiss her lips, and slightly flicked his tongue around the circumference of her navel. Her eyes raked themselves over his frame as he removed the underwear which constricted his resonating member. His groin throbbed at the sight of her slick tongue licking her lips. Her legs were folded, and Dean only felt himself grow hungry as he got on his knees and without a warning parted her legs.

He trailed kisses against her legs, all the way to her those thick thighs of hers. Vivienne bent her knees and opened up to him all the more, eager, submissively. His hands caressed her thighs for a moment, and he could hear her heavy pants. With his thumbs he spread her lips of her moisten sex and slid one index finger over her velvety flesh. Her hips rose slightly up in response and his ears were blessed with the sound of her heated moan - and it was just a light touch. Her body was feverish, she was delicate to him, and it was mind boggling even through the desire - that never has a man gotten her like this, eager, submissive, begging.

Dean felt Vivienne's fingertips slide through his hair as he then leaned his head to finally taste her at her finest - but found himself almost in euphoria from the feeling of her soft moisture against his tongue. Vivienne only writhed beneath him, as then his tongue began to work. Her gasps claims of pleasure only pushed him on, as the no longer his hands were against her thighs, but now his index and thumbs tugged and tweaked those pink tips.

He sucked, teased the pulsing bud, and all he can hear her almost in falsetto cry out his name every single time - until she finally gasped out and screamed.

"JON!"

And she came, her body slightly twitching, she laid on the couch almost helpless, gasping for air, begging for her lungs found themselves shrouded and deprived. Dean only grinned; he never loved hearing his actual name so much until tonight. He planted one more kiss against those dripping lips before he slid his muscular frame up her body. He teased the tips of her breasts once more, hearing her cry in pure ecstasy and she could feel the hard length of his cock pressed against her hip, and slowly she reached down towards him to stroke him gently. He growled, letting out a moan against her breasts until he then grabbed her lips with his. She tasted all of her on him, and that only satisfied her all the more. Knowing her essence is on his lips now. He kissed her deeply, through stifled moans as she caressed his member, tugging sometimes towards him.

Vivienne however titled her head back, breaking away from the kiss and stared up at a hungry Ambrose. "Have me...Jon..." Her voice husky.

His body shifted as he now covered hers, he held onto the edge of the couch as supper to hold himself above her. Her legs wrapped themselves around him and with one hand he reached down to position himself in her entrance. Slightly he moved the tip against her folds, teasing and she only contorted herself against him. "Jon... please..." She begged, and her begging continuously as did that wild him. Finally he then pressed against her, his tip parting her wet folds as she then tilted her head back, for he slid his hard, thick length into her tightened insides.

She gasped, as her eyes opened meeting those treacherous blues of his that seemed completely devoted to her, and her only. "You feel so good Jon..." She cried out, she felt her walls flex against his member and he only shook his head. She was so tight, yet so slick for him. She was waiting for him all this time, thirsty for him. He groaned again at feeling her legs tighten around him, pulling him closer to her insides, allowing no space between them. She could feel all of him inside of her, and it was it - the mold between their two sexes that allowed them to take this trip.

"Sol... you're driving me fucking crazy..." He muttered out, that infamous grin of his causing her to only grin herself against him, making him wince as he began to chuckle.

"Fuck Jon, fuck me..."

And he abided to her plead as he began to pump into her - slowly to make sure he savored every second and to make it last. With each thrust her hips rose to meet him. Her tempo however began to pick up, an obvious hint, but smoothly he picked up his pace to catch up to her. Their lips were locked into one another and he pulled away to then bent his head to capture one hard nipple between his lips. She moaned, bucked harder in response and he deliberately did the same to the other breast causing her to gasp in pleasure.

The clench of her inner muscles around him was tight and he felt the pressure building at his shaft. Vivienne's nails scratched up his chest, but then grabbed his head as she pulled him close to her. Dean took one hand grabbed her rather bubble ass as he rose her hips up all the more. He locked lips with her once more as the two moaned against each other. His thrusts rougher, faster, but hitting her glorious spot with each thrust. Vivienne felt as she was in another world, as though the drugs in her past don't compare to the feeling she was having in the moment. Her hips grinded violently against his, she cried out his name as an orgasm began to elope all of her. The spasm of her tight muscles and her juices around his hardened length resulted in his own climax, as he dropped his head into her shoulder, letting out a groan as he gave quick hard, but deep thrusts.

Both hands now clasped onto her cheeks as he felt her muscles relax against his throbbing member, Dean shifted position as he now laid on the couch, and she rested right on top of his frame. Both their naked flesh pressed against one another, in heat as their breathing was erratic.

They didn't speak a word, as Vivienne only curled up into his arms, and Dean stared down at her, her eyes closed as he patted her long locks. He found himself with ease closing his eyes, and finally for once, the two had company when it came to the point of rest. The night wasn't full of loneliness anymore. Vivienne didn't need the assistance of sleeping pills, or faced the stage of breaking night. Instead she found herself in the arms of the man she seems to find pure solace. She felt her insides almost tamed, wanting more of what they just had – which wasn't exactly fucking, but what else could it be?

"All this time…" Vivienne started up, and though Dean had his eyes closed, he listened to her words.

"For three months…I struggled and fought sleep. And here you are, making me realize all the more how I hate sleeping alone – and how I hate you so much. I hate you for making me need you…" She admitted. The bitter feelings towards Dean never faded, but here they are making their appearance once more. Bitter feelings that rang true to her affectionate ones.

"I've missed you Jon… I've missed you so much…" She muttered those words, as she then felt the hold he hand on her tighten.

"I fuckin' missed ya too Sol…"