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Note: Possible trigger warning: talk of date rape.

Natasha woke up in her hotel room alone and feeling cold. She pulled the blankets around her body and snuggled back up into the fetal position. She smiled, thinking back to the night before.

Dean had felt distant each time she met with him, but last night she felt like they shared a special moment with each other. She felt a connection to him. A little sister, huh? she thought. He might not be willing to be my boyfriend, but I think I can accept a big brother figure.

She was an only child and Dean was right, her parents hadn't quite raised her appropriately. When her parents were still together, there had been a lot of fighting and Natasha was often pushed aside. Her mother was a floozy and a drunk, and her father was very uptight and conservative, so her mother was never in the right mindset to teach her any valuable life lessons and her father had no idea how to relate to a teenage girl.

Still, it wasn't too late to redress her parents failings or to build a stronger bond with them. Natasha had even considered spending some quality girly time with her mother since last night, something she hadn't done in perhaps a year, and that was all down to Dean. Whether he had intended to or not, he made her think about the important things in life...and her behavior. Now that she was fully awake, she could not ignore the ache in her buttocks. Her butt wasn't stinging and throbbing like it had last night, but she wondered how bad her ass must look to be aching that much. She lifted the blankets to take a quick peek and was pleasantly surprised to see that her skin was not broken. She noticed that it was still flushed pink from a smattering of broken blood vessels, but there were no nasty bruises.

She sighed in relief. She wouldn't have wanted to have her ass painted black and blue. The pink color was actually kind of nice. It looked cute. Maybe she could get used to it…

She sighed again and got up to get dressed. She had a lot of traveling to do to get to the Smackdown taping tonight, so she had to get an early start. There were some good matches announced for the show that night, so she was looking forward to it, but then she realized that she and Dean hadn't discussed whether they'd be hanging out together after the show. While she slipped into her kitten heels, she decided that it was safe to assume that she'd see him tonight, even if they didn't have sex. She had booked a room in the same hotel that the roster was staying in, so she should be able to catch him or one of the other Ambrose Sex Club members at some point.

She went downstairs to check out of the hotel and catch her bus. Five hours on a Greyhound coach was not what she wanted for her ass, but thankfully she had a small travel pillow in her carry-on that she could sit on. It made the trip much more bearable.

The public bus ride from the hotel to the arena was thankfully short. She'd found the hard abrupt stops wore on her ass and this wasn't really a place where she could sit on a pillow. She wondered whether Dean would like to hear about that or not via text, but she decided that as she wasn't his girlfriend, she couldn't really demand his attention. She could tell him the story after his match tonight, though. There was actually quite a lot that she wanted to talk to him about tonight and she was looking forward to having a chat more than anything else.

But she doubted he would be in the mood for any talking when she saw him that night. He looked his usual determined self when he made his way to the ring, but she noticed him roughly jerk away from the fans who tried to touch him and mutter to himself in a bad-tempered sort of way. Just seeing him like that made her flinch and think about him spanking her when he was mad...

He threw an obligatory glance her way when he came to the ring, but he looked away again as soon as she met his eyes.

Natasha felt a bit hurt by his aloofness tonight. Things had gone so well the night before that this cold demeanor he had about him right now was a bit shocking. She could tell from his body language alone that he was agitated. She wondered if something had happened back stage or on the drive from the last city. She really wanted to enjoy their match, but she couldn't get her mind off of what might be bothering Dean.

It was apparent that he couldn't quite shake it off either. He acted much more reckless in the ring than he normally did. He was throwing closed fist punches and raking his opponent's eyes when the referee wasn't looking. He was clearly trying to use the match to let out some of the bad energy that he was harboring, but it didn't seem to be working very well.

Eventually, as the match continued, Dean lost the upper hand and his opponent flung him over the top of the ropes and to the outside. Dean had done that thousands of times, but due to his clouded mind and poor concentration, he didn't land properly on the mat outside the ring and it looked like his head had hit the floor. It didn't look like he was severely hurt, but Natasha was still very concerned. She wished that she could jump over the barricade and run to him, just to make sure he was okay.

The match ended not long after Dean's bad fall with his opponent rolling him into the ring and hitting his finisher move on him for a pinfall victory. With the help of Seth and Roman, Dean made his exit quietly while the crowd was distracted by his opponent celebrating his victory in the ring. Natasha tried to put him out of her mind when Bad News Barrett's music hit for the next segment of the show, but she couldn't. She knew he was probably okay, but that wasn't good enough for her. She edged out of her row and purposefully made her way to the TitanTron at the top of the ramp, which she had seen Dean slip behind. As she expected, a security guard stuck his arm out in front of her, blocking her way.

"Hey! Get back to your row please!"

"I just wanted to make sure Dean Ambrose is okay-"

The security guard snorted in her face.

"He's fine. Get back in your seat please Ma'am."

Natasha was aware of how crazy a fan girl she looked right now, but she felt far too worried to sit in her seat when one of her closest friends could be suffering.

"I'm one of Dean's friends. If you talk to him, he will tell you. My name's Natasha-"

"Who keeps saying my name? Is that Natasha?" she heard Dean's disembodied voice say from the hidden area that the guard was protecting.

"Yes!" Natasha yelled, cupping her hand around her mouth to project her voice.

She peered at the black curtain behind the security guard and he moved to the side to block her again. Both the guard and Natasha flinched when a hand suddenly appeared around the curtain and slapped his shoulder. She recognized it as Roman's hand.

"She's safe," Natasha could just about hear him murmur above the rabble of the crowd.

The security guard glared at her, but stepped aside.

"Thank you!" she said politely. He did not offer her a you're welcome and remained sullenly silent.

She parted the curtain enough for her to fit through but still keep the backstage area concealed. The Shield boys were sitting on anything that looked like it could be sat on and Natasha's eyes zoned in on Dean cradling his head in his hands.

She rushed to him, her heart in her mouth. "Oh Dean!"

He looked up and stared at her blankly. "What?"

His cold reaction suddenly made her at a loss for words. "I…uh…you're hurt!"

"Yeah, no shit." He groaned and tried cracking his neck.

"Hey man, don't do anything that might fuck it up more until the trainers can see you," Seth piped in.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I think it's just strained. It hurts like hell, but I'll be fine. I just need to actually get some sleep tonight and maybe ice it down."

"Do you want me to give you a neck massage?" Natasha asked.

Dean looked at Natasha again, not saying anything. She was afraid to look away, so they just stared at each other for a while in awkward silence. Finally he sighed and spoke up.

"No…thank you. I think I just want to be alone tonight."

Natasha tried to keep a smile on her face, but the disappointment in her eyes was obvious. "That's okay. I understand."

She turned to head back into the arena when she heard her name being called. She turned back around, hoping it was Dean, only to see that it was Seth walking toward her.

"I know you're bummed out, but he can get very angry and vicious when he's hurt, so it really is safest for you to just give him the night off. Maybe send him a text tomorrow to see how he's feeling."

She nodded, still looking sad. Seth took her chin between his fingers and tilted her head up toward his.

"Look, Natasha. The fact that he's saying no to you right now…honestly? I think it means that he does care about you, in some fashion, because he rarely turns down women. Normally he'd just take out his anger on them…but clearly he doesn't want to damage whatever sort of connection there is between you two. Take that to heart, alright?" She nodded, now smiling. "Okay, now get the fuck out of here."

He smiled at her and as she turned to leave, he smacked her on the ass.

Natasha squealed and she heard Seth's boyish laugh behind her as she left, which actually made her smile wider. She would make herself look on the bright side of things. Dean liked her a lot, his friends clearly liked her and there was still at least an hour of the show left to enjoy.

After the show Natasha headed back to her hotel, looking forward to the cocktails she would be having at the bar. She would have preferred to sip on one with Dean leaning up against the bar beside her, knocking back a beer, but she wasn't going to try to coax him out tonight.

At the bar, she settled down on a high stool and ordered a Mojito.

"This is the life," she said to herself after she took the first sip and the bartender eyed her suspiciously. Being the only woman sitting at the bar, she stood out.

Every woman in the crowded bar that night was with a man and there were no other singles at the bar. Feeling conscious of herself, she drank her cocktail quickly. She caught the bartender's eye and ordered the same again, except this time she paid for him to add another shot of rum. Sometimes it took a few drinks to get her to relax in this kind of atmosphere.

"Hey! What's up grumpy cat?"

Natasha looked up to the voice, which she was surprised had been directed at her, and saw Seth and Cesaro. Seth tickled his fingers under her chin, which brought a small smile to her face.

"I miss Dean," she admitted as they squeezed into a gap at the bar beside her, the alcohol having already loosened her tongue.

"Clearly," laughed Cesaro. "How much have you had to drink so far?"

Natasha held up two fingers with a grin. "Well…one and then this one. But I've only been here for a little bit, so…"

"Maybe you should slow down there, sweetheart," Seth said with a frown.

"I'll be fine, Sethie. I know my limits. I never drink too much." Her face moved from a smile to a look of frustration. "I just…I'm concerned about Dean and I want to hold him and have him hold me and maybe spank me again."

The two men looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Maybe Natasha never drank too much, but she had obviously had enough to not have any shame. Was she even aware of what she was saying and who she was saying it to?

"So you liked him spanking you, huh?" asked Seth.

"Mmmhmmm…" she sighed dreamily.

"So babygirl likes spankings. Who knew?" Roman came up from behind them and leaned on the bar, both arms on either side of Natasha. She felt a chill run up her spine, having this monster of a man standing right behind her.

Natasha leaned her back to cautiously look at him upside down. His mouth crooked up into a smile at her.

"I didn't know I did until I tried it with Dean," she explained to him, biting her bottom lip.

She noticed Roman's eyes dart sideways at her answer, then he walked around her to lean against the bar, Natasha followed his movements, swiveling her head around.

"Have you just been with Dean?"

"I'm not stupid enough to go anywhere near him when he's in a bad mood and you shouldn't go near him either," Roman replied. Seth and Cesaro nodded their heads in agreement.

"Ohhhh!" she whined, "Mhmm, but maybe he'll spank me again if I annoy him..."

The drink had made her feel bolder. Maybe he would react well to a text, she wondered. The three men exchanged quick glances at her suggestion, then burst out with laughter

"Noooo, you don't want that!" Seth said.

"Why?" Natasha blinked at them in confusion.

"Because you'd get way more than you bargained for!" Roman chuckled. "But...if us talking about it has made you want another spanking, why don't you relive it right now? Tell us exactly what you liked about it."

She noticed the men exchange hungry glances, all because of her. That was a powerful feeling.

"Well, first, I liked how lying over his thighs felt. He has really warm, firm, but squishy thighs," she smiled, remembering that position.

"Yeah. I envy those squishy thighs," Seth said with a grin. "What about his hands on your ass? How did that feel?"

"Talk about cutting to the chase!" Cesaro laughed.

"Well, I don't want to hear about Dean's thighs! I want to know how she felt getting her ass smacked!"

Natasha finished sipping down her second drink and wiped her mouth. "His hands are sooo big! I mean, have you seen those things? They're like…really big!"

The guys started to laugh at her and her total lack of decency.

"When he spanked me, it hurt, but then it felt warm. Warm is nice. Pink is a pretty color. My ass was warm and pink and cute."

"We're not going to argue with you about the cute part, that's for sure," Roman chuckled.

"I didn't think I'd like crying, but I did. Maybe it was because he held me and pet me afterward. Then he fucked me and I came so hard. Like all over his dick."

Seth spit up some of the water he had been drinking and Cesaro and Roman laughed. They couldn't believe that the shy, nervous Natasha they knew was such a foul-mouthed over-sharing drunk.

"Oh man…you guys should've been there to see it! Your cocks would've been so hard watching my little pussy get stretched…"

The three wrestlers groaned. "I know you probably don't realize it because you're not quite clear minded, but you're making us hard right now," Roman sighed.

"Hmm?" Natasha asked, not entirely sure what was going on at the moment.

They were all staring at her like she was prey. Roman was particularly smoldering and Natasha had enough presence of mind to smile in delight at the attention that was being lavished on her. Finally Cesaro, whose cheeks looked quite flushed, cleared his throat.

"I think we better move on. Shall we escort you back to your room, Natasha?" he asked her.

"No, thank you. I think I'll stay here a little longer," she frowned. She appreciated the gentlemanly gesture, but why did he think she needed to lean on his arm to get her to her room safely? She wasn't infirm and she certainly wasn't ready to go to sleep in an empty bed.

"Natasha," Roman said firmly.

"What?" she asked groggily.

"I think it's a good idea to finish that drink and then call it a night. Don't you agree, baby girl?"

"Oh, alright then," Natasha whined.

Then a coke was placed in front of her face by Seth.

"Here, drink lots of soda, then you'll feel fine in the morning," he winked at her.

"It's a shame you have to leave so soon," she said, twirling her straw around the ice cubes.

"This was our first stop and we can't listen to you talk all night. It's not good for my pants," he said and squeezed her shoulder in farewell.

Natasha didn't really understand what he was talking about. His pants always looked tight and uncomfortable to her.

"Bye, bye boys," she said and raised her glass to them when they waved goodbye to her.

Natasha took a sip of her soda and grimaced. Seth had ordered her a regular, not a diet. She shrugged and took another sip, forcing herself to drink it because she knew Seth was probably right.

"I really wish this had some rum in it," she said aloud to no one in particular.

A few moments later, a man approached her. He was tall...but not as tall as Dean. He looked fit...but not as fit as Dean. Natasha really wished it had been Dean.

"Hey cutie," he said as he leaned against the bar. "You look a little lonely over here."

"I am lonely, sir."

"Oh please, don't call me sir. I'm Mark."

"Well Mark, I am very lonely. My boyfriend...wait no...my big brother stood me up tonight kinda. He hurt himself earlier so now he doesn't want to fuck me tonight and it makes me sad."

"Woah, big brother? Who would've guessed this innocent looking chick was a real freak?" Mark said under his breath. "If you want to, cutie, you can come join my me and my friends at our table over there. You won't be lonely anymore, I can promise you that."

Natasha looked up at the handsome young man and smiled. "I would like that, Matt."

He opened up his mouth to correct her, but changed his mind. It was probably better if she didn't remember his name.

"Great!" He grinned at her, showing off a set of perfectly straight, white teeth. Natasha thought Dean had nice teeth but Mark's were so good that they didn't even look real!

"Ladies first," he then said and put a hand on the middle of her back to walk her to his table. Natasha felt his hand wander to her waist, which she supposed was just a friendly gesture, but then she felt his hand settle on her buttock.

"Erm Matt? You're touching my butt."

"Oh, was I? My hand must have slipped!" he said and quickly moved his fingers to the small of her back.

Natasha wondered how he could have done that by mistake, but he turned another dazzling smile on her and it immediately banished her doubts about the purity of his intentions. She was surprised to be led to a table that only had one person sitting at it and not a gaggle of men and women as she had expected.

"I thought you said you were with 'friends'?"

"Just a slip of the tongue. But it doesn't make a difference does it? This is Evan," he said, hastily introducing his friend to her.

"What's his name? Ian?" She asked blankly when he put his hand out to her. He was quite tall, too, and attractive. Most women would actually probably consider him better looking than Dean, but she still preferred Dean.

"Hey there! I'm Mark's brother," he said. "What can I call you sweetheart?"

"Yeah, you can call me sweetheart."

Mark and Evan exchanged a pointed look.

"Yeah, she's special..." Mark muttered.

"What are you drinking, cutie?" he then addressed to Natasha.

"Just soda."

"Oh, that's no good! I'll get them to put a shot of rum in it. That's what you wanted right?" he said, making to take her glass out of her hand, but Natasha kept a firm grip on it.

"I'd like that, but I can't. Dean's friend said I should drink lots of soda if I want to be fine in the morning," she explained, pulling her glass back.

"Who's Dean? Is that your big brother? You shouldn't let him and his friends tell you what to do. Why not have a little fun now and then?"

Natasha sat there, thinking very hard about what he said. Her face scrunched up as she thought, leaving Mark and Evan to look at each other again. She wasn't the smartest drunk, that was for certain.

Maybe they were right. Why should she have to do anything that Dean or one of the ASC said? She was never specifically told that she had to follow orders or anything. If Dean was with her right now, she'd listen to him, but he was in his room, licking his wounds. Yes, she understood why, but she shouldn't have to call it an early night because he couldn't be there with her. He wasn't her boyfriend. He didn't really have any control over her at all.

She nodded her head in confirmation. Fuck Dean and fuck Seth. She was going to do what she wanted, and what she wanted right now was a rum and coke.

"You're right. I would love to have a rum and coke. That would be very fun for me."

"I'll make that happen in a moment, cutie. How else do you like to have fun?" Mark rubbed his thumb over his lip as he asked.

"I like to watch wrestling. That is very fun."

"Oh. That's…interesting."

"I go to every filmed show and sit in the front row. Then I fuck him. Well…he fucks me. Sometimes. He spanked me once. I've only known him for a week. I used to hate him, but I like him now." She paused for a few seconds. "I have to pee."

She got up without excusing herself and went to find the bathroom.

"I'll get that drink for you while you're gone!" Mark called out.

"What?" Natasha shouted back at him. "I can't hear you!"

Mark repeated himself, but she couldn't hear him among the many other voices that filled the bar. She carried onto the bathroom in a hurry, almost bowling over a woman she bumped into while entering the bathroom.

"I'm sorry," Natasha mumbled in embarrassment. She knew that had been her fault. She was feeling unsteady on her heels now, but that light, giddy feeling was part of the fun right?

Once she had relieved herself, she checked herself out in the mirror quickly, not wanting to keep her new friends waiting too long. It was getting quite late and she wanted to have as much fun with them as she could before the bar closed. As she left the bathroom, she rummaged around her bag in search of her purse to buy herself that much desired rum and coke, glancing up every now and then to make sure she did not topple into anyone else again.

"Damn!" she whispered to herself when she felt her head bump into someone's back. She looked up to apologize to whoever it was she had assailed this time.

"Dean! What?-" her words died to a whisper when she looked around his back and saw that he was almost nose to nose with the nice guy who'd started talking to her at the bar.

She walked around them slowly to better observe what was happening.

"Dean?" she tapped his arm. "What's going on?"

He snapped his head around to look at her now standing beside him.

"She just saved your fucking ass," he said to Mark. He looked down at Natasha with fiery eyes. "I'm taking you back to your room. That's what's going on."

Natasha looked between him and Mark. Mark looked red-faced and agitated, whereas Dean looked paler than usual but so pissed off it was frightening. He extended his hand out to her for her to take.

"No!" she cried out, taking a step back. How dare he come here acting like that? Telling her what to do and trying to ruin her night!

"I know why you're here!" She thrust an accusing finger at him. "Seth and Roman and Antonio told you I was here, didn't they? I bet they told you I was having a really good time! You're just jealous and pissed off that I'm having way more fun without you!"

"What!? Nat, you are too drunk to know what the fuck you're talking about. I'm trying to protect you from these sick motherfuckers!"

"Hey bro, if she wants to have some fun and party with us, it's her choice. You know, a woman's right to choose and all that shit," Evan smirked.

"Yeah, Dean! I can choose because I am a woman!"

Dean smacked his hand against his forehead and groaned. "Look, Nat, if you don't come with me willingly, I am going to pick you up and take you back to my room. We can talk more there, in private."

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Dean! You suck!"

"You heard the lady, dude. So fuck off and get out of our faces." Mark turned to Natasha, ignoring Dean, and handed her the rum and coke. "Drink this, baby. It will make you forget all about this limp-dicked asshole."

Natasha reached for the drink, but Dean suddenly smacked it out of her hands. She jumped as the glass shattered and the cold liquid soaked into her stockings.

"You fucking asshole!" Mark went to punch Dean in the face, but he grabbed his fist and twisted his arm behind him. He wrenched in the hold, bending Mark's wrist back, and making his face contort in pain.

"Just because I pretend to fight guys for a living," Dean growled into Mark's ear, "doesn't mean that I don't know how to fuck someone up. I'm going to let you go, and I am going to take her. Understood?"

Mark nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. Dean released the hold, picked up Natasha over his shoulder, and exited the bar.

"What are you doing?!" Natasha shrieked. "Put me down!"

She'd never felt so mortified in her life. She had never been forcibly taken from any place, let alone hoisted over somebody's shoulder, in front of so many people and at a crowded bar of all places!

"You know what I'm doing. I'm taking you to my room. I gave you the choice to leave on your own, but you didn't take it so I have to carry you," he answered.

Natasha kicked her legs and thumped her fists on his back, as hard as she could, forgetting that he had injured himself at the show whilst she was in the midst of her tantrum. Dean just took it like he couldn't feel it and ignored her wailing.

"People are looking at you!" she cried when they passed a gawking couple in the lobby on their way to the elevator. They were the first people she had noticed staring at the spectacle, though she was doubtless that everybody had.

"No, they are looking at you, Nat," he pointed out.

Even inside the elevator Dean's grip on Natasha was unrelenting and he remained impervious to her blows, though she could feel herself tiring of it and her throat getting hoarse.

"Natasha, I'm getting really sick of this. Quit acting like a spoiled brat," he warned her.

Natasha would not take the hint and instead renewed her fight, outraged by his insult to her maturity.

"I said quit it!" Then he smacked her ass hard and Natasha gasped, feeling a little embarrassed to feel the sting and hear the sound of his hand echo around the elevator.

"I hope you hurt your hand," she hissed.

She glimpsed at herself in the mirrors of the elevator. Her hair was disheveled and her eye make-up was smudged. She did not look her best and that was entirely Dean's fault. She met his eyes in the mirror and he looked really annoyed, even more annoyed than she had seen him at Raw. She decided to hang over his shoulder limply then, but was determined that this wasn't over. Once inside his room, he dumped her on her feet and she let loose.

"You're a dick, Dean!" She yelled at him. "What were you even doing in there? I thought you'd hurt yourself! And-" she looked down at her tights and remembered why they felt so cold, wet and sticky. "Ewww! You spilled my drink all over me! Nice one jerk!" Then she pushed him in the chest and she didn't feel guilty about it like she thought she should. In fact, it felt rather good.

Dean remained surprisingly calm throughout her onslaught. He crouched down and pulled off her tights for her, since he assumed that her drunk ass wouldn't be able to figure it out. He wanted to get her into the shower and put her to bed. He was already exhausted and still hurting, and he was definitely tired of her bullshit. He just wanted to get a little bit of sleep and deal with her in the morning when she was hungover and willing to listen.

She wasn't making it very easy though.

"Oh, what? Now you want to fuck me? Is that why you stole me away from those nice guys? They bought me a drink, Dean! They came and asked me to sit with them when I was all alone. All alone because you were being all pissy like a little bitch!"

She barely knew what hit her. His hand squeezed around her throat as he slowly stood up and then pushed her up against the wall.

"I was only in the bar because I couldn't sleep. I went down to have a glass of whiskey, hoping it would help me relax. I stayed away from you because I didn't want to be noticed, but I kept my eye on you. Just in case. Because I want to fucking protect you." Her nails clawed at his hand and she struggled to breath. "I saw you leave for the bathroom. I saw them buy you a drink. I saw them drop a fucking roofie into it. Those guys are fucking scum. They were going to drug you and fucking rape you, Nat! How could you be so fucking stupid? You never leave drinks unattended and never fucking let some strangers by you a drink that isn't handed to you by the bartender! It's fucking common sense!"

He then suddenly let go of her throat and Natasha coughed. She put her hand to her chest as she regained her breath and struggled to make sense of everything.

"Why would they do that? I don't believe it," she said in a small voice.

"Because they are scum," he repeated again, slower and louder.

She watched him turn his back on her and walk away to lean his hands against the opposite wall. She could see he was taking slow, calming breaths.

"No, I mean I can't believe that nearly happened to me. Why do people do things like that?"

"I don't know," he answered dully, still leaning against the wall, and now lightly headbutting it.

Natasha felt horrible. She didn't feel so drunk anymore. She could see through the haze now. Everything came crashing on her at once. How dumb she was for thinking that Mark and Evan saw anything more in her than an easy fuck? For not thinking to protect herself from getting her drink spiked? For thinking Dean just wanted to ruin everything for her? How could he possibly like her? She was the stupidest person she knew.

"Dean, I'm sorry," she said, gulping back a sob that had suddenly risen in her throat.

"Save it."

"I mean it, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I should have listened to you. I should have just gone with you. I know you were trying to protect me. I can see that now."

Her words were having no effect on him, it seemed, and the tighter the lump became in her throat, the harder it was to speak coherently anyway. She walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her head against his back.

"Please Dean, I want you to tell me you forgive me and that everything will be okay."

She squeezed her eyes shut and let the tears fall from her eyes, soaking into his shirt.

She felt his muscles tighten against her body. She wasn't sure what to do. He was clearly tense and pent up and she felt like shit. There was only one thing she knew that would help him relax and make her feel good.

"Please…Dean…"

Her arms slipped down his body until one of her hands rested between his legs. She slowly rubbed her hand on his groin, hoping for a reaction.

"Dean…please make me feel better… I know you're upset, so please take your anger out on me."

She felt his dick twitch in her hand and it made her smile.

"Really?" he asked in a low tone. "That's really what you want?"

"Yes. I want you, Dean." Her hand wrapped around the length of his semi-erect cock.

He grabbed her wrist and before she could realize what was happening, he had twisted around and pulled her hard against the wall, pinning her in place with his body. He held her wrists above her head and kissed her hard, biting her lip when he finally pulled away.

Natasha moaned when she felt his now fully hard cock dig into her stomach. "Thank you, Dean."

He pulled back a hand and smacked her across the face. "Shut the fuck up! You don't get to talk right now, understood?"