"Guess what Seth just asked me," Renee spoke to Dean. Although she just entered, she skipped hello and went straight to the main part. "This was the third time in two days." She didn't need to explain to him what she was talking about; Dean knew very well at what all of Seth's question were directed. But he didn't seem interested in that discussion. His hand reached for Renee and he demanded a kiss. She didn't protest but kept it simple without too much passion. Immediately she returned to the topic that bothered her. "Poor Seth. Do you know how frustrated he is?"
"Do you know how frustrated am I?" Dean countered.
"Aww, what is your problem?" she asked with pretended affection. She stroked his cheek to show she cared and was ready to listen to his complaints.
"A guy has needs."
Renee laughed. Then she leaned toward him and whispered into his ear, "But the guy needs to be in the ring in ten minutes."
"That's enough." While he was aware of the lack of time and wouldn't risk being late, his wasn't the kind of job where he could afford it, he slid his hand under Renee's shirt to feel her skin. He felt her shivering at the touch of his cold hand but it wouldn't make him take it out. Instead, he covered wider area of her torso with his arm, and when he got a good grip on her, he pulled her closer to him in one quick move. "Wait here," he ordered her.
"Really?" She knew what his plan was but she doubted it would work. "Won't you be tired?"
"Don't worry; I have energy to spare," he assured her. Then he kissed her, and this intense kiss resembled more to what he considered the correct kiss than the previous one, which lacked passion. He held her close as he was slipped his tongue inside her mouth, but he wanted her to be even closer. He wanted every possible part of her body to be touching his. He couldn't get enough. But he knew he had to leave so he stopped.
"I don't get your strategy. Is it easier to wrestle aroused?" she joked, but she was curious, too.
"This is nothing," he said. Then added, "You should have seen me yesterday."
She smiled. "I have."
"Good. So you know what to expect."
"Yesterday was fun, but there's no way the events could repeat today," she responded in a way honestly.
"Don't underestimate me. Just stay here and wait. And when I come back, you'll see what a champion is capable of."
"You're not a champion anymore," she noted.
"Thanks," he said ironically. "That's very considerate of you to remind me."
After his match was over, he headed straight to the room where he hoped to find Renee waiting for him, just as he had told her to. He remembered the song by Artic Monkeys. In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side, with your hands between your thighs and a smile… he sang in his head. He definitely liked that idea and his brain make that image very vivid. But when he opened the door, she wasn't there; nobody was. Dean wasn't really surprised, why would she wait there for twenty minutes? Moreover, she was working just like him and there were certainly other things she had to do. Dean was able to explain to himself why she didn't listen to him. Yet he wasn't determined to give up that easily. He searched for her, ignoring people wanting to talk to him, asking everybody if they haven't seen Renee. But although he was the one looking for her, Seth was the one to find her first.
Dean spotted them talking, but they haven't seen him yet. He noticed Renee's desperate look, which slightly changed when she saw Dean standing in distance. Seth couldn't know he was there since he was turned with his back to him. Dean wanted to keep Seth in ignorance of his presence; he put his index finger on his lips to show Renee he wished to stay covert. She knew what she was supposed to do now. She needed to escape. She needed to come up with some excuse to leave the conversation with Seth and follow Dean instead. Dean, believing Renee would go with him, or at least come after she gets rid of Seth, started slowly walking away, being careful so that Seth wouldn't notice. When he was in safe distance, he stopped and waited for Renee.
It couldn't take more than thirty seconds. He didn't know how she liberated herself so quickly from Seth's company, but neither did he care. She succeeded; that was all that interested him. He already knew she was capable. And recently he started to find out that she could be sly, too, just like him. That was a trait most people didn't know about, but he was glad that side of her existed.
"So can we get back to our business now?" he asked, taking her hand.
She hesitated. It wasn't that she didn't want to "get back to business" though. The hand holding puzzled her. She looked around in slight panic, then at Dean in confusion. Finally, she decided to be careful and refuse holding hands.
"Do you want people to know?" she asked in anticipation of a negative answer.
Dean shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't mind."
"You don't mind," she repeated, suggesting there was something fundamentally wrong with that sentence.
"Nope," he assured her. He smiled to enforce his statement.
"Explain this to me. You're okay with people finding out about us, yet you refuse to tell Seth."
He could see where her confusion was coming from, but in his view it was simple. He didn't give her an explanation, though; instead he chose to counter with a question. "Why didn't you tell him? He asks you as much as me. And it's not like it doesn't concern you."
She certainly wasn't expecting that question, but she wittily came with an answer. "I don't want to get involved in your relationship. I don't know what problems you two have, but the less I know the better."
Dean thought for a moment, but ultimately he decided not to accept her reasoning. "I think," he started, "that you're insecure talking about us. You're awaiting an approval from me. You want me to say it, don't you?"
By it he referred to something different know. Renee knew what he meant, even though he didn't name it. Maybe there was some truth in his assumption, but if so, very little. Her first reaction proved what he said, but soon her attitude changed and contained more confidence. Any insecurity that Dean might have initially seen in her disappeared.
"And I think you're the one that actually wants to hear the definition of this relationship," she told him.
He smiled confidently but didn't deny what she said. "Well, we could talk about it," he concluded, "or we could spend the time doing something more pleasuring."
Renee pretended to be considering the options she's been given, but it was clear to both of them which option would eventually win.
Without actually confirming to each other what it was that they wanted to do, they headed toward the room that they knew they would find empty. And Dean took Renee's hand, proving to her that he really didn't care about people seeing them together. In some way, he wanted them to know. He wished to see their surprised faces and he wouldn't even mind plenty of questions that would surely come after their coworkers saw their suspicious behavior toward each other. Dean wondered what would happen if he decided to kiss Renee right in front of everybody. That idea was alluring. He already knew what effect showing affection in public had on Seth. And unlike the others, he had had some idea what was going on between them. Yet he wasn't sure what to think about it. And now, thanks to Dean's mind games, he was confused even more. But Dean wasn't willing to admit the truth to him. Maybe because the lies he said seemed more plausible to him than the fact that Renee was actually his girlfriend.