Dean opened his eyes and looked around. It took him a couple of seconds to realize he was in a hospital bed. White walls, white sheets, everything just so white and clean looking.
What the hell had happened? He tried to remember but his memory stopped when he was standing in the gorilla waiting for his match with Miz. Did he ever make it out to ring? His head hurt so something had happened. He was in a hospital after all. He didn't get there by himself.
"Good, you're awake," a soft voice spoke.
He turned his eyes in the direction of the voice and saw a nurse standing in the open door. Cute, blond, green eyes. His mouth felt dry all of the sudden.
"How are you feeling?" She asked as she walked over to him.
"My head hurts," he answered, feeling kind of stupid.
"Makes sense. You got 8 stitches in the back of it," she said.
He reached up and touched it and hissed by the pain.
"Don't be so stupid," she said and pulled his hand away.
"Sorry mom," he said and shot her a look.
"I'm not your mom and you're not a child. You're a grown ass man who has chosen this line of work so deal with it," she said.
Did she just put him in his place? Him, the mighty Dean Ambrose, like she didn't even care about who he was? Why wasn't she starstruck by being next to him and being able to touch him? He wasn't used to that but he liked it.
"Sorry, nurse..." He said, leaving the question of her name hanging in the air.
"Quinn," she said.
"Nurse Quinn. I like it. Sounds all sexy," he said and gave her a sassy smile.
"You seem to be alright and your usual charming self. I think we can let you go home," she said.
"Sounds good," he said and nodded, and then he realized what she had just said.
He grabbed her wrist and twisted a smile again.
"Wait a minute, what do you mean with my usual charming self?" He asked.
"You know, like we always see you on tv," she answered.
"I knew it! You are a fan!" He practically shouted in a happy voice.
"What I do in my spare time has nothing to do with my work, but yes, if you must know, I am a fan," she said.
He starting grinning and laughing, still holding on to her wrist while he searched her eyes for an answer to the question he was yet to ask her. She blushed and looked away. He knew she wasn't just a fan of wrestling. She was a fan of him. He already knew the answer to his unasked question.
"So, nurse Queen, ever had any sexual fantasies about me?" He asked.
Her face flushed red and she tried to move away but he still held on tight to her wrist with one hand while the fingers on his other hand started trailing up her arm.
"What if I offer to make at least one of them come true?" He asked.
She looked back at him, searching his face to see if he was kidding or not. He just smiled his usual sassy smile while waiting for her answer.
"Is this a joke?" She asked.
"No, nurse Quinn, I never joke about something like that. I find you very sexy in that little uniform and I'd love to see you on top of me, still wearing it and riding my dick like crazy," he said.
He had expected her to blush again but instead her face looked very serious, almost as if it was cut out of stone. He wasn't sure if he had crossed the line.
"Let go," she demanded.
He let go of her wrist. He had crossed the line. Shit. He was Dean Ambrose, for crying out loud. Women normally loved him talking like that. She walked towards the door but instead of walking out of it like he had expected her to, she locked it. She turned around with a smirk.
"Lucky you, I just got a five minutes break. Can you make it in that time?" She asked while she walked back to bed.
"Nurse Quinn, five minutes, two minutes, thirty minutes... I can go as short or as long as you want me to," he answered confidently.
She reached up to pull her panties down and he quickly opened his own jeans and pushed them down his thighs. He already had a full erection and he looked at her with a grin on his face.
"All yours, nurse Quinn," he said and gestured to his dick.
She climbed up in bed to him, straddled him and slid down on his dick faster than he had ever experienced before. It took him by surprise but he liked to see her hunger shine through like that. He grabbed her hips as she started bouncing up and down on his dick.
"Damn, nurse Quinn, you are one eager lady," he said.
"Five minutes, Dean," she reminded him.
"Right," he said and started thrusting up into her, meeting her movements, the head of his dick constantly running over her g-spot.
He held on tight to her hips as he constantly pushed upwards, determined to have her cum within the small time frame. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back while she bit her lip to keep herself from moaning so that no one outside the room would hear her.
"Fucking sexy, nurse Quinn, I could fuck you all night if you would let me," he said.
He felt her walls squeeze his dick and he knew dirty talk was the fastest way ahead.
"So fucking sexy how your pussy swallows my dick. Are you gonna cum on it? Are you gonna make my dick all wet with your pussy juices?" He asked.
He felt her squeeze even tighter and knew she was right there on the edge just in need of the final push.
"Fucking cum all over my dick, nurse Quinn. Make me be able to still smell you when I get home," he growled.
She stopped biting her lip and instead grabbed his hand, put it to her mouth and bit down on the side of it as she came. He was used to biting but not in the hand like that. It hurt but he liked it and he pushed it further into her mouth to gag her even more as she was still cumming.
"Fucking sexy," he growled.
His other hand dug its nails into her hip as he thrust up into her one last time and came too. She looked down at him with a smile before pushing herself away from him. In no time she was standing next to the bed, getting back into her panties. He closed his jeans while still grinning at her.
"Nurse Quinn, you are one sexy lady," he chuckled.
"You're free to go home, Dean," she said in a professional voice.
Then she walked out of the room like nothing had happened.