"Did I ever mention to you guys that I'm not a tux person?" Dean asked and his fellow Shield members sighed collectively.

"A few times, darling." Casey mumbled from where she sat in the tux shop between Seth and Roman while Dean was fitted. "The more you fuss, the longer it takes." She stated, having already gone through getting the adjustments made on her dress while Seth and Roman got fitted for their tuxes.

"It's not that hard. It's taken you just as long to get fitted as it took her, and in that time both Seth and I got fitted. Stop fussing." Roman stated, his voice as calm and even as ever and Dean rolled his eyes.

"To my defense, I got my ass poked by a needle and needed a couple minutes to recover." Casey stated, finally looking up from her phone and at the Samoan before taking a selfie with him.

Dean loved and hated how quickly she had adapted to his friends in the past couple months. He loved it because they never had a problem handing out with her, and hated it because she never hesitated to have in with them at his expense.

"I'm going to be the sexiest bastard on that stage tomorrow night."

"That's impossible, since I'm going to be up there with you." Casey argued and Seth nodded.

"She has a point." Roman agreed and the blonde huffed from his spot on the podium.

"Fuck you all, too."

"Miss Bella, you look absolutely stunning." Jerry Lawler complimented and Dean smiled at the light blush that crept across her cheeks.

"Of course, she is on Ambrose's arm. You both look phenomenal tonight." Booker T threw in there and Dean shook both of their offered hands.

"Thank you." Casey said, showing off her Bella confidence as she and Dean continued their way around the arena, ultimately headed for gorilla. Of course, since Casey's dress was floor length, Dean held it up for her so that it didn't drag on the arena floor all night while they walked about.

She really did look beautiful in his opinion. The black fabric shaped to her form and showed off her best physical assets perfectly. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a perfect bun, with her bangs parted on the right and pinned to the left side of her head, concealing her forehead while two shorter pieces of her hair were curled into loose ringlets to frame her face. She only wore one piece of jewelry, and that was a gold bow tie necklace that he thought looked great against her skin.

"You really do look beautiful, Case." He murmured into her ear before pressing his lips to her cheek. He felt her smile and continued to lead her to gorilla, since they were the second award givers of the night.

"You know, I spent all night wanting to get you naked and take you in front of everybody." He commented as they undressed and got ready for bed and she looked at him with a small smile. "It didn't even bother me that most people opened up conversation complimenting you and totally forgetting that I was there." He joked and she shook her head, slipping into her Batman pajamas and he snuck up behind her, pulling her hair out of the messy bun she had put it in after his match against CM Punk.

"Dean?"

"Yes, babe?"

"You looked really handsome tonight."

"I doubt I would've looked that good without you on my arm, Casey." He confessed and she turned in his arms to face him.

"Shut your whore mouth. Dean Ambrose, you are easily the sexiest man I've ever met, and I got to meet Channing Tatum once. If anything, you made me look better."

"Let's meet down the middle and say that we compliment each other, since I know damn well that we could argue about this for hours." He suggested and she nodded, pushing his hair back and pulling him down for a kiss. "Why are you so fucking short?" He asked teasingly, lifting her up effortlessly and carrying her over to the bed. Dropping her down ever so gracefully onto the bedsheets, the duvet having already been pulled down, and laid in bed beside her.

"I looked like such an ass tonight." He groaned, running a hand down his face and she turned on her side to face him.

"It's just mind games with Punk. Everyone will realize that soon. But it was one hell of a match." She mumbled, stroking his cheek and he sighed with a nod.

"You think so, kitten?"

"I do." She confirmed with a smile and he kissed her softly.

"Thank you." He yawned and she pushed his hair back again. "Let's get some sleep." She nodded and rolled to her other side, wordlessly telling him that shutting off the lights was his job tonight, which he did with no complaint before climbing back into bed, pulling the duvet over their bodies and wrapping his arm tight around his girlfriend before stopping all thought processes that weren't related to the woman in his arms arms or sleep.