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Chapter 15: Where Do We Stand?

There was the odd sensation of familiarity coursing in – crawling through the nostrils of Vivienne whom eyelids fluttered like opening wings of a butterfly. The musk that tantalized tantalizes and warmed her insides consisted of organic at its finest, the smidge of mint and also cigarettes. However there was something different – a dominant hybrid like scent that she couldn't exactly pin-point the content of it. But at opening her eyes – she came in contact at the sight of her frame scooped up and pressed right up against the still, pacified, resting figure of Dean Ambrose.

Her lips slightly parted in awe – for this is the second time in almost a year of knowing the man that manages to wild and rile up her insides – that he's ever appeared so docile, at peace. Sleep seemed to be the only solace Dean ever had, or so the conclusions that Vivienne comes up with at being around him more and more. He doesn't deal with the split of being Jonathan Good or Dean Ambrose – it's just Jonathan Good. And thinking about it now, even last night, the lust in his eyes though maddening, it wasn't the gimmick that enacted like it normally did, it was Jonathan – and the thought of it perturbed her insides.

Her body never felt so worn out, feverish at that. That's exactly why things were different. Her musk along with her body was intertwined with his and with that realization the memories of last night waved in. The once slightly parted lips slowly curled into a smile, unable to hide the joy flowing through her. She can't quite comprehend as to why she feels alas glad to wake up in the morning and find Dean by her side.

It's all she longed for – maybe since the first time the two made contact – even if they went at each other's throats (though that hasn't even changed). It was different, paradoxically intimidating yet comforting – the ability to find him there in the morning. But, danger, and comfort is what allowed her to come to terms with Dean, with Jonathan.

The sound of his breathing as he was fast asleep tickled her flesh, causing it to crawl with goose bumps. Slowly she picked up her arm and her fingertips elongated to his jawline as she began to trail against his jawline. Tips felt the stubs slightly bump against her and the grip he had on her only tighten as he pulled her closer, barely any space to breathe – almost claustrophobic in the most blissful matter.

She wonder if she had awakened him, but glancing up from his chest to his face, his eyes remained close, and the pace of his breathing was the same. She had forgotten how much of a heavy sleeper he could be. One would think her brother or even Roman would be the heavy sleepers of The Shield – but it was the mouth-piece, wolf-pack leader who could sleep like a rock. With that in thought little by little she wiggled herself from his vice grip. Quickly scanning around in the room, she noticed that no clothes were around, and in nude frame and all walked to the living room which appeared as though a hurricane ran by – it was a disaster.

She picked up an oversized black shirt that was on the floor, and as she slipped it on to cover herself from the odd coldness of her apartment, she managed to catch the musk of Dean on it. She pulled the collar up to her nose and took a small sniff, finding some sort of comfort even in the small scent of the man who lies fast asleep in her bedroom. Before she could proceed to even clean up the living room and cook some breakfast – booming knocks blared through the silence of her apartment.

"What the fuck…?"

She muttered aloud as she scoped the vicinity for a moment, and glanced down the hallway to the door believing the knocks would stop but only continued all the more. This time they rang the doorbell as well. Stomping towards the door Vivienne remembered that the door wasn't exactly locked due to the heat of the moment last night thus she simply snapped the door open – believing the possibilities of whomever was at the other side was Con Edison.

"You guys need to stop acting like it's a state of fucking emergen….cy…"

Her words trailed at the sight of the two male figures that stood before her. She bit her bottom lip, and felt her cheeks immediately warm up at the sight of Roman Reigns and her brother Seth Rollins whom obviously took note of her wild hair, and oversized black shirt that only reached to her thighs. Seth only shook his head and Roman let out a nervous chuckle as he patted Seth onto the shoulder – trying to ease his stable partner down.

Vivienne tried pulling down the shirt that obviously didn't belong to her with the hopes that she'll cover herself more around her brother as the two followed her inside.

"Colby…Joe… You guys should've given a warning call you know…"

Vivienne cleared her throat, trying to cut the awkward tension between her two unannounced guests. Inwardly she wished she had time to at least have gotten fully dressed or was aware they were coming for she could've prepared something – and be able to properly greet them. All of her wants to jump into the arms of her twin brother which she misses to great extents.

"Yeah well…"

Roman started but before he could finish his sentence he was interrupted by Seth whom only scowled at the mess in the living room. The spotting of lingerie and nonetheless male attire on the floor didn't seem to leave a sweet taste in his mouth.

"If you learn how to pick up your phone calls maybe you would've known. We called about six times to let you know we were coming and Joe even texted you. I'm assuming Jon is here?"

The two plopped themselves onto the couch. Seth glanced up towards Vivienne whom now leaned against the door frame to her room. She quietly chuckled at the fact that her brother was no fool – and although throughout the three months she's tried talking to him about the fact that he should come to terms that something indeed is going on between her and Dean – he couldn't accept it. But he at the least bit respects it – to a certain extent.

Before Vivienne could even answer his question, she felt an arm snake its way onto her waist as she felt her frame pressed up against this dominant force. She tilted her head back to see Dean whom only held a grin against his lips before he then pressed his chin onto her shoulder. Roman groaned at the sight of his team mate in nothing but his boxer briefs and Seth only shook his head all the more, obviously all the more disturbed at the sight of his sister and his teammate/friend in such an intimate embrace.

"Why hello boys! Aren't you guys a sight for sore eyes?"

"Does that answer your question Colby?"

Vivienne grinned as she Seth only folded his arms across his chest and Roman only softly smiled at the sight of Vivienne and Dean being so close. He knew (not only because of the obvious evidence scattered throughout the apartment) something brought them closer, they seemed closer, though those primitive behaviours between the two remains. Vivienne shoved off Dean away from her, causing Dean only with his index and middle fingers to budge her head forward – but she then pushed him back into her room.

It was different, yet the same. Intimate, yet vicious. Roman could tell – and he didn't know whether to worry or not.

"Excuse the mess you guys, you know when two animals are all alone in the concrete jungle things can get a little bit out of hand don't you agree?" Dean called out from the room as he looked down at his bag and began to search for some clothes he can quickly slip on while Roman, Seth and Vivienne caught up.

Vivienne already managed to grab a pair of sweat pants and scooped her hair up into a high pony tail – appearing at the least bit more presentable and then plopped herself on the couch in between both Roman and Seth as she quickly, but tightly gave Roman a hug, and she snuggled herself into the comforts of her brother's shoulder whom much to his dismay couldn't help but wrap his arms around his sister and pull her into a tight embrace. He's missed her too.

"I'm so glad I'm seeing you Colby. I really am."

"Me too Vivienne… I'm glad to see you're in good shape. You've been taking better care of yourself right? And you're not working at that shithole bar right? Because you know if you need anything I-" Vivienne slapped her hand over her brother's mouth before he began engaging in his raves.

"Colby, please…" Roman could only chuckle.

"He's right you know? Though it's quiet on the road without you and Dean bickering all the time – it's nice finding you here managing better than last time."

Vivienne glanced towards Roman whom only gave her a soft smile. "Even if your life has drastically changed due to your little incident with April – you seem to be managing well. How do you feel about the shit you read online? I hope you don't really care about it…"

Seth removed Vivienne's hand from his mouth. "Those people don't know what the fuck their talking about. They could make all the fucking assumptions in the world and they won't know you – so whatever the hell they talk about you, don't give a fuck about it." Once he starts on his furry, there's no stopping him.

"Colby, Joe, I appreciate the concern – but trust me, I'm far too busy to really give a shit what a bunch of fangirls have to say about me. And the shit I get in my direct messages from twitter were horrible. But; what the hell?" Vivienne now locked her gaze with her brother whom only sighed as he raised his arm and lightly patted her head.

"I know you worry Colby. I know… And I appreciate you trying at least with this whole me and Jon thing…"

"Whatever the hell you guys are…" Seth bitterly commented, causing Roman to groan. Vivienne glanced to the side, feeling her insides pang at his words. He was right though, she had no idea of where they stood, and if they stood anywhere to begin with. Insecurity once more began to wash over her. Though she knew Dean wouldn't do anything on the road, seeing as the words Don't worry about a fucking thing, nobody but you has my damn attention Princess sticks to her throughout the sleepless nights, she can't really believe them. She can believe Jonathan Good, to a certain extent yes, but she can't buy into Dean Ambrose's words. She didn't know if Dean Ambrose even acknowledges the game they play. Or maybe it is him? Maybe its him playing…?

Seth sucked his teeth realizing what he just did – noting the shadowed look on his sister's eyes.

"I'm sorry sis… I'm trying like you said…"

In the room Dean finally slipped on a plain white shirt and some jeans he left around in the summer here. He remained silent, hearing every single word the three exchanged in the living room and a part of him doesn't feel angry anymore with the bitter behaviour Seth carries in regards to him doing something with his sister. Though he won't ever understand as to why he can't let his sister live her life – he also recalls a small conversation they once had on the road.

Vivienne isn't just anything you can fuck around with Jon alright? If only you knew the shit she's gone through you would understand why I care so much. It's because I failed as a brother then, and now that she's out of the shadows, that she's back in my life, I can't let you push her back into those dark corners. You hurt her, and you'll be sorry.

Self-admittedly he knows he's no good – he's not one to settle down and tie himself to one woman. It was overbearing – the simple thought of it. But Vivienne isn't any other woman, and he learned that the hard way.

Though the fact that though he could claim Vivienne his – yet at the same time he purely can't does boggle him – in a sense makes him feel a bit insecure. He bit his tongue, the thoughts finding ways to crawl into his life again and he shook his head trying to push them away. He couldn't deal with that right now – he shouldn't deal with those feelings period.

His mind felt loud again, he couldn't hear the words that Vivienne and the others exchanged. He could make out his name yes, he could make out little bit of words, but everything was blurred out by the incessant screech taunting the back of his mind. It was painful.

The tri-tone alert notification snapped him out of his surreal trance – a trance that felt as though was pulling him apart and he glanced towards the stand where his phone rested. Looking at the message he just received he sucked his teeth all the more – realizing that the statement by Creative given to him last night was no fallacy.

Oh Jon-Jon! I'm so glad we alas get to work together. I'm sure we'll make a fabulous power couple on screen, and of course, off screen.

He didn't even know how to respond instead he turned his phone off. "It's bullshit…" He muttered to himself, realizing he's yet to break the news of him working with AJ to Vivienne, but he didn't want to ruin anything, no, he doesn't want to replace the image of her eyes hazed with lust with those brimmed with tears or the sound of her calling his name from ecstasy with that of anger. He didn't want it, not at the moment at least.

As much as he loved getting her angry, he didn't want her upset over something like this. As much as he enjoys poking the hornet's nest – this wasn't going to be a simple poke. There was no longer the sole satisfaction in antagonizing her. Dean slipped the cell phone into his pocket as he then stepped out of the room and simply leaned against the door frame. A ghost of a smile formed at the sight of her smile, the sound of her laughter and seeing her feel so happy – it tickled his insides. That fact alone worried him, these feelings unknown to him, he held no idea as to what he could do with them?

Fuck her? Make her smile? Make sure she's always by his side? The fucking part is the easiest part of them all, but even that seem complicated. He didn't want her to be just a toy. He didn't want a lot of things – especially these people here – disrupting the little bits of privacy he could've had with her. That greatly irked him.

"Jon! Snap the hell out of whatever memory lane you're tripping in sunshine and join us!" And it was her voice to snap her out of these incessant thoughts.

"Yeah come on, we're planning on going downstairs to the deli and cop some breakfast. We already discussed what we're having." Roman chimed in.

Vivienne noted the look of annoyance on Dean's face at hearing the announcement. But then again ever since Seth and Roman arrived he's been that way. Was it the same reasons she felt some slight discomfort much to her joy with the two here? She wished she had at least a little bit more time to privately be with Dean, and maybe later it's a possibility – but he has to go to Jersey for Monday Night Raw. The thought panged her insides, she has little time left with him.

Last night only made her all the more hungry.

"We?" Dean pointed at himself.

"Yeah, come on, let's take a stroll and let the siblings be for a bit." Vivienne glanced towards Dean whom only winked her way – assurance? She couldn't quite make out what he meant by it and before she could even blink she was alone in her apartment with Seth whom only sighed. The vibe within the room didn't hesitate to shift. It felt tense – suffocating. Vivienne only budged in her seat, she didn't want to look at the direction Seth sat as he distanced himself a bit from her.

"Vivienne…"

"Colby if it is about Jon…"

"I just want you to be careful. You know that, right?"

"I know, and you know, I can' handle myself right…?" Seth remained quiet.

Roman cleared his throat as he and Dean currently awaited three orders they placed here at the Deli downstairs from Vivienne's building. Roman glanced towards Dean's direction whom only lit up a cigarette in the store and appeared as though he didn't even want to be around anyone.

Dean noted the slight gesture done by Roman. "Don't choke now. Whatever you have to say, say it Joe."

"You know what I'm going to talk about?"

"If it's about Sol, can it, I'm done hearing about all you fucks thinking you know me," Dean paused as he took a long drag before excreting the smog through his nose. "You clearly don't. She's not a fuckin' child, and she sure as hell can handle herself. WE can handle ourselves Joe."

"You haven't even probably told her you're going to be working with AJ huh?" No answer.

"Jon… I know, and you damn well know if it hasn't been for me these past couple of months you and Colby probably still wouldn't have been talking." Dean remained quiet, acknowledging the fact. "I want to believe you Jon, I do. But who's dealing with Vivienne? Jonathan Good or Dean Ambrose?"

Dean felt the world stop, time didn't budge, and the colors melted away, nothing felt so black and white until now, until those words hit the nerve. He didn't answer, not because it was factual this time, but because he honestly didn't hold a clue to the answer.

"I-I'm going to make a phone call…" He ignored everything that was spat at his way, and Roman only shook his head as the world shifted back to normalcy, everything moved, everything made a sound and the screech that echoed in the back of his mind slowly disappeared. Dean pulled the phone out of his pocket and began to dial a number, a realization hitting him harshly, deeply, hungrily.

"Yeah. Hunter, a word?"

"I'll catch up with you guys later alright?"

Though the rest of the time with Roman and Seth proved to be quiet awkward at times, the two found themselves leaving the apartment. Once more Vivienne tightly clung onto her flesh and blood, not believing that they are parting once more. It pained her and the tears were the stinging proof as they struggled to push past her lids but she didn't allow it.

Colby only chuckled, but she heard the sound crackle a slight bit. He was hurt too, and she could tell by the way he patted her back, its as though he tried not only to assure her, but himself as well that everything was going to be alright between the two.

Closure was needed between the two, and this visit granted it only because she was certain now that her brother indeed is trying to trust her, believe in her capabilities of moving forward. She felt a light squeeze on her shoulder as she pulled away from Seth who grinned – but obviously it was forced. Roman only smiled as he gave a light nod to Vivienne.

"Whenever we meet again you guys."

"Hopefully soon." Vivienne nodded her head as then she found her door closing slowly on its own, the image of her brother, and her friend gone. She turned around to stare at Dean whom only had his arms wrapped around his chest, a cigarette clung from the corner of those blushed lips of his.

Vivienne arched a slender brow, wondering as to why he was still here.

"Now is that the look you give me instead of coming over here and crying over good ol' Colby…?" He stood before her now, as she glanced away from him and to the floor. Dean only placed his index finger underneath her chin as he tilted her head up, those glossy acidic pairings bearing into his own calloused blues.

"Fuck girl, don't give me that look…" He muttered as with the free hand he pulled the unlit cigarette from his lips as he leaned in to those quivering lips of hers. Vivienne quietly gasped at the sudden action, as the tears that begged to be released finally cascaded down her flustered cheeks. Her lips met those of Dean whom didn't devour her, but tenderly touched her. The pad of his thumb wiped the tears away as he pulled away.

The look in his eyes softened her insides for they stared at her with such tenderness. "Jon…"

"I hate that crap, tears in your eyes. I'll rather have you angry as fuck, or happy as shit – but not sad," Dean sighed as the pad of his thumb gave her one last caress before that hand combed through those brown locks of his.

"So stop being a fuckin' baby, man the fuck up alright Princess?" Vivienne couldn't keep a straight face at the statement bashed her direction. She almost choked, and then began to laugh as she shoved him but that only caused him to take hold of her entire frame into a bear hug – he began squeeze her with much strength, not fully, but still he felt her hand slap his back into taps.

"I QUIT I QUIT!" She cried out as her eyes shed tears of laughter this time. Dean only grinned as the grip on her would change the inertia placed into the squeezes. Slowly he placed her down on the couch, with him sitting down and her on him as then the bear hug would loosen - he turned her around, having Vivienne now straddled on him.

Vivienne stared down at Dean, her hands clutched onto his shoulders as she bit her bottom lip causing Dean to slightly budge underneath her. She knew his words meant well, she knew as silly and crazed as they sounded, they were meant with the purpose of making her feel better – to pull her away from her lows and put her where she is now – at an all-time high.

Every time she bit her lip, he found himself going weak, he couldn't understand what was it about seeing her pearly white teeth dig themselves into her flesh that wild his insides. He couldn't comprehend, but there was no room for complaints. He loved and savored all of it.

Hands clasped onto her hips as he then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled himself into her chest. He felt her fingertips comb through his hair as he only nuzzled himself into the warmth of her body.

"Thank you…" Barely audible, but the only reason he heard those two words its because she leaned her head in close to his ear. "It's what I do sunshine," Muffled but she ma nagged to make out those words.

"I'm stayin' you know, for a week, I managed to ask for a break. They're okay with it…" He slightly pulled away from her frame – allowing her to hear the words loud and clear. He looked up from her neck lines to her face, as he found himself feeling successful. Those lips of hers curled into a grin he couldn't even understand – well understand why the fuck she was so happy to spend more time with him. Who would want to spend time with him? Deal with him? Be with him?

Nobody. Not even himself. But here is Vivienne, being the complete opposite of what he's accustomed to.

"Get the fuck out…"

"If you insist," He grinned as he was about to push her off from his frame, teasingly of course but she only shoved him back into the couch as she began to laugh once more.

"You know I'm kidding you ass, I mean, ah! I can't fucking believe it!"

"Well, believe it because I didn't ask for a week off and I'm going to have you stuck in delirium and the only reason I did that is so I can spend time with your ass because I know you're going to go crazy without-" She didn't allow him to continue with his antics as she clashed her lips against his, rough, hungrily and it only caused Dean to buckle underneath her, and grin against her own pairing as he responded back just as eagerly.

Vivienne pulled away, chuckling as she couldn't sustain her joy. "Really, Jon, thank you." And he was right, little by little she no longer called him Dean, he was Jon, and in that sense, it grounded him to the reality that although she does deal with Dean Ambrose on a frequent basis, in the end of the day she knows the man he really is, Jonathan Good is the one with him in the moment.

"Oh Jon-Jon! I'm so glad you're here! I've missed you oh so much!" And he couldn't even shrug the figure that wrapped those arms around his bulky frame – he couldn't neglect the movement of his lips against her own. He felt the air being sucked right out of his lungs and this was the assurance that he was no longer in reality, but stuck in a sick, twisted delusion that fed off all the disgusts he held in the world.

"Look at you Jonathan Good, becoming a humble man, what a load of shit." This time he stood before a mirror, staring at the reflection that spat back bitter words. "You don't know a damn thing," Was his only retort as the reflection began to laugh. "You have to understand, I – Dean Ambrose, Jon Moxley is forever a part of who you are. We make Jonathan Good, just as Jonathan Good makes us who we are…"

It was spinning, rapidly, non-stop and he couldn't even budge as this time he felt paralyzed. He stared from the corner of what appeared to be Vivienne's room as all he saw was her naked back, her body moving back and forth in synchronization with that of whom was below her – enjoying her, enjoying the tightness, her sweetest, her at her most raw state. Dolph Ziggler. "No, this is all a fucked up dream…" He muttered repeatedly to himself as he clutched his head, the screeching sound not allowing him to focus, not allowing him to even make out the melting images before him.

And suddenly he woke up.

Dean snapped up from the bed he rested on, a forehead beaded in cold sweat. He looked around, trying to reassure himself where he is. His eyes scanned the vicinity – alongside him was what he mainly looked for, Vivienne, whom was snuggled into his side, fast asleep. He sighs, feeling his insides turn from the nightmare. The screech subsided, and only quiet echoes of it remained.

"Fuck…"

He muttered bitterly to himself, as it then hit him that he hasn't told Vivienne about the situation that has arisen with AJ. He knew – he felt as though she will grow discomfort at hearing it, she didn't trust AJ, and he couldn't confidently state she trusted him – because she never really did tell him anything in regards of her belief in him. It was the last thing he ever expected, and the way it has managed to impact his train of thoughts, shit, he could only imagine how it'll impact Vivienne. After all it is the woman whom left a noticeable bruise on her face.

A stifled groan disrupted the silence of the room as then he glanced down to the resting figure of Vivienne, whom yawned as she opened her eyes. "Jon…?" She stretched her arms, although her vision slightly blurred she was able to make out his facial expression due to the moonlight peering into the room. He seemed perturbed – something was obviously boggling him, the way his eyebrows were furrowed, and how his forehead was scrunched up together. He was in deep thought.

"Viv… I didn't mean to wake ya." Vivienne shook her head as she sat up by side him. She pulled the sheets up close to her frame. The first week of December obviously has been a dangerously cold one. Underneath the sheets he placed a hand on her thighs, and the sensation of his hands – warm, against her cool flesh caused her to shiver all the more.

"What the hell has you awake at night? Watching me sleep? You're such a fucking creep." She teased – trying to lighten the mood but then again his expression didn't waver.

"I just need you to know something, but I don't know exactly how to phrase all of this fuckin' nonsense without having you trip balls over it."

Vivienne's insides sunk and she cleared her throat, trying to control the tone of her voice. "What is it?" But all avail, her tone darkens, and Dean already knew this was surely not to be as easy as he hoped, but he knew he couldn't lie to her – or let alone keep this from her. Keep her in the dark about everything that has been going on backstage that he didn't tell her during their phone calls, text messages, or even Skype or Facetime. He sighed, fingertips rubbing temples as he gave her one last squeeze on her thigh before withdrawing his hand.

"There's a lot of shit that has been going on ya know? At work," He budged into his seat, he could feel her eyes attentively focused on him. As though she was making sure to catch every bit of his expressions – he could only imagine how her ears are perked up right now. "Creative is planning on dropping us, The Shield I mean… They want us to go our separate ways. Well, mainly with me. They're planning on making Roman and Seth tag partners for the meanwhile until they drop the titles to someone else, so we can all be singles competitor."

"You?"

"They want me… they want me to work with AJ. A superpower couple of the sorts, they want it to run at least for half a year, and depending if we pop or not together, they'll push it to one year tops… And as much as I wish I could tell those fuckers at creative no at this bullshit idea, it got the fuckin' stamp of approval. Indefinite approval…"

AJ, the name itself managed to rile up her insides. She didn't know exactly how to react at what she was being told, but before she could even part her lips, Dean didn't look at her, and only raised a hand to her way. To silence her before she had anything to say.

"Just, let me finish."

"Okay…"

"This isn't exactly the easiest shit I've done in my life. Being honest ya know? I have a hard problem being honest with my damn self. But backstage I'm not allowed to be close to Ziggler. We've had some altercations, to nicely phrase, so shit between me and your fairy hasn't exactly been cookies and cream. Because of that, because I fucked around with the pretty boy, April and her bullshit has only gotten worst, the bitch doesn't let me breathe – and now that we are going to work together, creative gave her my fucking number."

Vivienne didn't say a word, the urge to blatantly flip out disperse because it hit her, though her insecurities are quietly consuming her, this is his job. She knows what she was getting herself into – but she never exactly thought that they'll make the two work together. Inside, she felt angry at th news with Ziggler, for not only did Dean hide this from her, as well did Dolph himself. Dolph whom always made sure to check up on her. But, AJ and Dean…? As a couple…? This time, she would sit down in her office catching up to episodes where she's sure she'll watch the two kiss, shove each other tongues down one another's throat in front of the world – and she felt herself envious at the thought of it. She couldn't even display her affections with Dean Ambrose out in the open, like he's going to be able to with AJ.

She laughed; all she did was laugh to hide her actual sentiments as she leaned her head into his shoulder, continuously laughing. Dean didn't know how to make out her reaction. He couldn't pin-point if it was true or false – he couldn't tell and that boggled him for ever since the first day he was able to tell apart the fake Vivienne Soleil Lopez from the fake one. "Jon, you fucking idiot." He was growing irritated by this reaction, it pissed him of to great extents, he couldn't decipher it, and let alone the way she makes his efforts seem almost meaningless angered him all the more.

He's not exactly the emotionally confessional speaker. He's far from that. But she always does something to him, fucks him up to the point he's not even himself at times. Or at the least the ideal him that he's plotted all these years since adolescence.

Vivienne glanced up at him, seeing the obviously antagonized look spelled right on his expression. She raised a hand to his face, slightly caressing his cheek, feeling the stubs of his facial hair tickle her palm. His eyes eased down, feeling some sort of comfort wash over at her small gesture. He chuckled, unsure why, but he did as he placed a hand over hers.

"You seriously know how to piss me off Princess…"

"Tch, can it Jon. All I have to tell is not to worry so much about it, wrestling, your job, your profession, your passion comes first above all. Don't let little bullshit with Ziggler fuck with you. And as for Lee… You gotta do what you gotta do. I shouldn't care so much for after all, I'm nothing but a game partner…. I'm not shit to you…" She muttered the last few words to herself, as she attempted to slip her hand out of his grip, but she only felt his hand tighten his hold on hers. She winced from pain at the force as she glanced up to Dean who's eyes flared with anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" His voice was no longer at low volume, as he then tossed her hand to the side, and now both hands clutched onto her shoulders, Making sure to have a grip on her that he could lock his eyes into. Vivienne felt small, suffocated, but not scared. She was never scared of Dean, even in the many instances where one would think he'll probably end up killing her.

This was nothing compared to the night he almost squeezed the air out of her lungs.

"Sure, sure, and no fuckin' shit wrestling is my fuckin' life, but if you for one fuckin' second think I'm going to allow us, allow us to think this is a fucking game any longer and go insane at the thought of it you got another thing coming. You're not a fuckin' play thing Sol, you're probably the only female in my life I've attempted to learn their fucking name, to know their like and dislikes, and wake up next to in the fuckin' morning. I don't do affection, I don't do relationships but you, you make me …" He stopped, trying to catch his breath from the rant he was engaging himself in. With his pants, she felt the thudding in her chest roar.

What was this?

"No bullshit, no games, you're my girl, you got that? And whoever don't fuckin' like that can go fuck themselves for all I give a shit."

Her eyes widen. His. His girl. Her lips began to quiver as she felt her cheeks quickly grow hot.

"I…I care… A shitload more than I probably show, and I-" Vivienne acknowledge the fact that this wasn't easy to let out, to confess how he feels. She knew that position, she's been in it before, and before he could even proceed with saying anymore, she leaned forward and lightly, longingly pressed her lips against his, before she placed her head into his shoulder once more.

"Can it Jon, you're not exactly a professional at these…"

Dean grinned, not knowing exactly how to react, as the arm that was snaked around her waist snaked underneath her shirt and his hands cupped one of her supple breasts. Dean looked down at Vivienne, whom only bit her bottom lip, and that's all he needed to trigger him once more.

She wanted him, just as he wanted her.

"I really like you, Sol…" He muttered, with ease being able to say the words he's probably wanted to say for so long.

"I like you too… Jon…" Dean only captured her lips with his own, parting them with his tongue, allowing to taste the sweetest in the capacity of her mouth. From being shook in their position, to self-assurance, that allows them to consume one another, once more. Not only tonight was a night of physical closeness, but emotional tides as well.