Slowly Dean blinked, head pounding from the alcohol, he tried to frocus on his surroundings. He was in a bathroom, probably in the hotel, the white tiles reflecting off the bright flourescent lights. A soft humming drew his gaze forward, unable to move his head he followed with his eyes, he was met with a soft pink lips pulled into a smirk.
"Nice of you to join us again, Sunshine." Sarah laughed and his head throbbed despite how the sound was soft and sweet.
"What the fuck?" He groaned.
"You're a fun drunk, it was a pleasant surprise." She said and busied herself with the gash on his brow, he didn't remember how he got it but it was smarting. "Honestly if you weren't so funny I would've left you out in the steets."
"I passed out?" He asked, his brain hurt too much to plot her demise, there would be time for that later.
"Only after telling me how much you wanted to fuck me." She grinned widely at him, eyes glinting with mirth, she smoother a bandage over the now clean cut. "You're heavy you know that?"
"What?" He shrieked, trying to stand from his spot on the bath tub edge, but she held him down by his shoulders.
"You're heavy, sorry Sweety but I think you need to watch your weight." Sarah smirked, she knew that wasn't what he had meant but she was toying with him.
"I don't wanna fuck you." He growled the headache was slowly disappearing in favor of rage.
"Sure you don't," She shrugged lazily. "That's why you were moaning my name in your sleep." That damned smirk again, he wasn't sure if her wanted to punch it off her face or kiss it.
"I didn't say anything," Dean growled again, he was shaking with rage, she wasn't sure how far she could push before he broke but she was determined to learn.
"Thought you might say that, so I recorded it on camera." She pulled out her phone and showed him the video, it was him slumped in his sleep against a door arousal apparent and moaning out softly. 'Sarah.'
He didn't respond, instead he leaped for the phone, but the alcohol in his system made him slower than normal and Sarah had no problem keeping it out of reach. Soon they were both slumped against the counter, him growling and her smirking. "Well this definitely proves you don't want me." She teased and he snarled slightly.
"Fuck you!"
"I'm sure you'd love to." She countered eagerly and shoved him off of her. "You are very rude sir, I saved your drunk ass from being abducted by fangirls. I even cleaned up your cut and this is how you repay me." She laughed and was soon leading him out of the room.
Again he stayed silent, wobbling on his feet, he must've had more to drink than he had thought or maybe he'd bashed his head when he passed out. Taking his silence for compliancing, Sarah led him out of her hotel room, he glanced around for Jay but the man must've still have been out. "Yeah Jay went to the club with the Usos, no idea why he's old he don't need to be out dancing with chicks." She made a face and he laughed, stopping when he remembered who he was walking with. She had noticed though and was smirking but stayed quiet.
It wasn't until she left him leant up against the wall and waited in front of him expectantly did he realize she had taken him back to his hotel room. Unfortunately he noticed to slowly for the brunette's liking and she was digging into his pockets for his key card, he flinched at the feeling and tried not to think about how close her hand was to his still very sensitive arousal. She must've read his mind because soon she said. "Try not to enjoy this too much."
"You wish bitch." He sneered.
"You were doing so well with the niceness." She smiled and shook her head, pulling the card out of his pants she giggled slightly. "I could post on Twitter that I got in Dean Ambrose's pants and it'd be totally true."
He wanted to laugh at that so badly, it was funny and he was still slightly giddy from his drunken activities, some how managing to go between happy drunk and angry hungover for the last few minutes. But he kept a straight face, even managed a slight glare as she swiped the key card. Seth and Roman had choosen shared a room tonight, leaving him with a single room and all the privacy he wanted. Of course with a nosy Sarah in the room nothing was private, he soon learned that when she plopped on the couch picking up the book he had been reading that morning.
"Brave New World?" She murmured with appreciation. "Kinda ironic, a guy who tries his best to go against the norm reading about a man doing the same." She flipped through the pages lazily, he remained at the doorway.
"What do you think you're doing?" He snarled, noticing for the first time she was still in his shirt.
"Entertaining myself." She smirked widely. "Jay is out, so is most of the roster and bars aren't my thing. Plus I'm hoping you're still drunk. You're such a fun drunk, if I had to guess I would've said you were an angry drunk but I'm pleasantly surprised."
"Get out and give me back my shirt." He growled, his head was pounding, it was nearly 3 in the morning and he didn't want to think anymore of her in his room, in his shirt.
"Well if you insist," She said lazily, she stood and before he could say anything pushed past him just before she opened the door she popped the buttons of the shirt. The fabric slid off her pearly skin easily, he stared at the smooth, silky skin revealed as she tossed the shirt into his face. He flinched and ripped the clothing as fast as he could, trying to drink in as much of the sight of her as he could. She was in a lacy red bra and black boy short undies, coupled with her combat boots she still wore she looked like she was ready for a Diva's match. "I liked you so much better drunk." She called over her shoulder as she exited the room.
Stop her, grab her, fuck her. His brain screamed at him but all he could do was stare as the door shut. Once it was closed and he was sure he was alone, he buried the fabric into his face again, inhaling deeply hoping to catch her scent that had no doubt been left there by her. It was a sweet, flowery scent that contradicted her personality, it smelled like his mom's purse, well before...It doesn't matter, he told himself, refusing to go down that dark path.
Instead he laid in his bed, stripping of his clothes and sliding the shirt on but leaving it unbuttoned. His mind flew to the memory of her curves exposed slightly to him, a gasp left his mouth when he realized he was stroking himself. Staying focused on the task in his hand, he tugged and imagined her flawless skin marred with bruises and cuts he would give her. A twist and he thought of how her face would look just before he drove her over the edge of lust, how she'd beg him for it again. He'd make her whimper and pant for him, then ask politely for more.
"Please, Master." She whined low in her throat, sweat coating her skin lightly.
"What do you want, pet?" He grinned down at her, hovering over her body poised just at her entrance, waiting for those words.
"Take me, make me yours, anything!" She cried and wiggled against the cuffs he had put her in. "Please, Sir, just touch me!" He chuckled and -without pause- thrusted in deeply, she gasped and moaned.
"You fucking love this don't you, pet?" He taunted but she fed off it.
"Yes!" She tried to thrust up against his hips but he held her down, her first warning to lie still. "Please More!"
"Fucking slut, begging for it from anyone who would walk through wouldn't you?" He was testing her now.
"No, Sir. Never. Yours, just yours." She whimpered, tears of ectasy streaming down her face.
"Mine," Dean growled as he came into his hand, for the first time since he had joined WWE he had actually masturbated instead of finding some ring rat. "Oh fucking hell." He groaned as he cleaned his hand off with a tissue, maybe the others were right. Maybe he did want her. But more importantly, did she want him?
"You're gonna be in the Shield's corners tonight?!" Christian yelled to the shorter teen in front of him, he was dressed in his ring gear, cameras trained on the pair along with the Usos in the background. Shock written over the men's faces.
"Yep," She smiled widely, dressed in purple cargos and a plain black tank top. Suddenly she looked down at herself, then at what Christian was wearing, and finally the purple trunk clad Uso twins. "Did we plan on matching or did all this just happen?" The Canadian ignored her and shoved past, frustrated with the small brunette.
"Why would you support the Shield?" Jimmy asked incredisously.
"Oh relax boys," She patted him on the shoulder and gave them a cheeky grin. "We all play for the same team." With that she walked off to find her 'Uncle' leaving two very confused Uso's.
"When she said that... Did she mean?" Jey trailed off.
"I don't know man, but I ain't letting her around my girl anymore." Jimmy said and the camera faded out to black.
"What do you make of that?" Seth asked skeptically as he flicked off the TV, the group had watched the segment with high interest, well Seth and Dean did, Roman couldn't care less.
"It might be a trap." Roman said from his spot on the bench, he was only half listening to the conversation.
"Maybe, or she might be jumping ship." Seth pointed out, obviously disturbed by the teen's sudden longing to be near them. "Think about it, she could just be trying to make Christian all fired up."
"Either way we still get the short end of the stick," Roman sighed. "Look she's probably just wants to be rebelious, and maybe cause some controversy."
"Let's just ignore it." Dean growled, he had been mostly silent the days following her Shirt stunt on Friday, now it was Monday and he just wanted to focus on Money In the Bank.
"She could have a crush on you," Seth smirked, knowing which buttons to push. "That could work for us, she wants to fire up her uncle and make a move on her dream guy." Dean scoffed but the two toned man continued on. "If we're nice to her then we could use her to betray Christian."
"She's not dumb, Rollins. She won't give him up for anything." Dean hissed.
"Maybe not," Roman finally concentrating on the conversation. "But if we still play nice with her, act like we knew she was gonna be in our corner, maybe give her a hug or a wink, then Christian will blow up. He won't be focusing on the match, that's when we'll strike." He slammed his fist into his palm.
"Agreed, I say we play nice," Seth grinned at his partner. "Just this once."
"Fine," Dean growled, but inside he was jumping for joy, now he could appeal to the brunette and maybe fufil his fantasy. If he played his cards right, Sarah would be in his arms by midnight and he could put this silly longing behind him.
Christian had refused to allow Sarah to make an enterance with her, he was still furious at her reckless decision. Deep down he knew she had a plan knocking around that pretty little head of hers, but she denied any ideas of a plan, just saying that she wanted to get both sides of the situation. So she was lounging around by the enterance alone, waiting for the current Diva's match up to end so she could go out there with the Uso's, when the men in vests approached her.
It was easy for her to tell they were coming even from a distance, the crowd of backstage parted for them like the Red Sea to Moses, but she still feigned surprised for the camera she saw recording them. A stare down ensued between them, she didn't move an inch from her perch on the crate and they didn't come closer than 3 feet. Finally Roman nidged Dean forward, the blonde was glaring at the ground mostly.
"You'll enter with us." Was all she got for an explanation, it was all she needed, a smile broke her face though it came off slightly as a mischievous smirk. She followed them, not needing to be told twice, the camera faded off again and the WWE universe was confused.
Suffice to say Christian and the Uso's, neither of whom had watched the segment, were shocked when the Shield theme hit and there was Sarah in her dark purple pants sidling down the arena steps just a second behind Dean Ambrose. The faction smirked when the Canadian needed to be restrained for a moment, nearly going wild when Dean wrapped an arm playfully around her shoulders. Of course Sarah played up the part, smilin innocently and looking around wide eyed, no one noticed how odd it was considering her behaviour.
Finally the reff got everyone settled and Christian would start off the match with Dean in the ring, Sarah smirked behind her hand as she watched the fight unfold, she sent Christian a subtle wink and he visibly relaxed. Of course the two members on the apron noticed the changed and tried to get him angry again, smiling sweetly down at her and patting her head when she cheered for the US champion, it did nothing to the former World champ.
Dean got the tag to Roman and the Samoan Monster got to work on Jimmy, the US champ tried to get Christian worked up but failed, sending Sarah winks and licking his lips while staring at her. The crowd ate it up but the Canadian only rolled his eyes, confusing everyone including his partners. The match rolled on in a grueling way, Jey managing to cleanly pin Seth, of course even if they lose they still had to get the last word. Sarah was surprisingly quiet during the match and when the Shield was about to lose she was standing close to Dean's legs, he figured she was just nervous.
He realized his mistake when he tried to climb into the ring, ready for an attack on the victors, he fell flat on his face, shoeslaces tied together. It took him a moment to register what was wrong and by then the winners had exited, laughing it up with each other. Sarah was grinning at him like the cat that ate the canary, she licked her lips mockingly and winked. Roman and Seth were beside him, trying to calm him but he felt his blood boil looking at the object of his affections like that.
"You really thought I was one of you?!" She laughed and held up his title, the group had allowed her to carry it when they were supposed to give it to the referee. "This is all that matters." She smirked again.
Dean leaped forward, slipping past the ropes to chase her, he of course tripped again before just shoving the combat boots off. Seth followed after him, as he chased the brunette in his socks, sliding somewhat at the turns. Roman grabbed the shoes and followed at a more leisurely pace, not surprised at what had happened and not even mad. I warned them, he thought with a shrug.
The chase was long, Seth eventually gave up following the teen, but Dean was fueled by embarrassment and rage and lust. Alternatively Sarah seemed fueled by amusement and joy and mirth, she evaded him expertly that he almost wanted to be impressed. Unlike the first night he had chased her, she didn't try to slip out somewhere and hide, she almost seemed like she wanted him to chase her. At the moment he only thought it meant she had no escape plan, but again he was wrong.
He skidded to halt when she suddenly tossed his title onto the top of a tall crate, by the time he was back on the ground she was long gone. With a sigh he realized he had been played again, she hadn't been running from him because she had no plan, she had done it so she could find the best place to ditch his belt. Checking his watch he groaned when it showed he had been running for close to twenty minutes.
A/N Oh God that Sarah is a trip, this was what scene had been in my mind when I decided to start the story, I just feel like there should be more DX prank like moments like this. It would be a great day if something like this happened.