Out of Timeline Chapter

Interlude based on a one shot

Rated M!

Plopp!

Jon froze. He had just put his jeans on, the one he currently used for wrestling and he was just putting on a new wife beater and then there was this sound,

PLOPP!

Something fell to the ground. He looked down and saw the button of his jeans rolling around on the floor. It came to a stop at his left shoe and he picked it up and studied the button and his jeans.

For a while he tried to fix it, but that thing was beyond any repair.

"Shit."

It had been warm today and he had just worn shorts when he arrived here.

And this pair of jeans was the only one he had with him tonight.

Maybe it would work with just his belt?

He tried it. He put the belt into his jeans and walked around, bent down and…

ZIP!

The zipper came down.

Without the support of a button it would not stay up.

Jon became a little nervous.

He had about an hour to fix this.

Could he run to the next gas station and get a new pair of jeans?

Could he ask Colby…what the hell! He would not ask Colby for a pair of jeans. That freak wore skinny jeans. He would never ever get into those unless they would sew them on his body.

Sew…seamstress. Yes! They had always a seamstress with them on the road. For exactly this event.

Too bad it wasn't Sandra. She was just there for Raw and Smackdown. But some woman was always around.

So Jon took his Dean Ambrose jacket, tightened the belt again and held the jacket in front of his crotch in the event that the zipper came down again.

He walked through the corridors and searched for the seamstress sign.

"Hey Jon! Do you have a moment?"

Colby. Oh damn.

"Umm, listen can we talk later? I have to take care of something."

Colby reached his friend and studied him.

Jon being evasive was nothing new so Colby looked extra hard.

"What are you hiding there?" Colby pointed to the jacket and grabbed it. Jon reacted too slowly and the jacket was gone and in the same moment the zipper fell down again.

"What is up with your jeans?" Colby grinned.

"Nothing. It's fine. Leave me alone."

Jon grabbed his jacket back and walked off under the sound of Colby's chuckle.

He followed the signs and in one dark, lonely corner he saw a sewing machine and a woman who was reading in an ebook.

"Hey, I need your help." Jon blurted out and the woman flinched and almost dropped her ebook.

"Oh my gosh. You scared the crap out of me. Don't sneak up on people." She blushed and pushed her blonde hair back behind her ear.

"I didn't sneak up on you. Seems like you have a guilty conscience. What were you reading?"

He tried to grab the ebook but the woman was faster and he only caught the title.

"Stray Dog? Is that about Dogs? Why would you have a guilty conscience reading something about dogs?"

Jon's blue eyes tore into her equally blue ones.

"It's not about dogs." she told him and bit her tongue when she saw the curiosity in his eyes now.

"What is your problem?" She gestured at him in general.

"Right." Jon pulled the jacket away.

"The button just fell off. I need it fixed in the next…20 minutes. Do you think you can do that….Sam?" he read her name tag.

Sam was about to grab the jeans when she realized that Jon was still in it. She stopped only inches away from his crotch.

"Oh." she looked up at him biting her bottom lip innocently.

Jon looked down at the woman and her innocent lip nibbling caused his dick to stir in his open jeans.

He was just glad that he wore tight boxer briefs.

"You better take those jeans off and let me have a look." she suggested and batted those innocent eyes at him.

Part of him wondered if it was really necessary but he stepped out of his jeans because he didn't know if he could handle her hands near his dick while she inspected the damage.

After stepping out of his legwear he handed over the jeans.

She inspected the cuts he had made above the knees. They were already coming further apart. A real shame because his jeans only lasted a month or so in the ring.

"You should cut them and seal the cuts. That way they hold longer." she told him feeling his warmth still on the fabric.

Next she inspected the area where the button was missing and she pouted.

"You said we have 20 minutes to fix this?"

She looked up at him.

Jon nervously tapped his fingers against his collar bone much in a Dean Ambrose manner.

"Yes. Maybe thirty if I cut it really close. Can you fix it somehow? It just has to hold for this one match."

"We will cut it really close I fear."

Sam put the jeans down and eyed Jon from top to bottom.

His boxer briefs might be tight fitting but the bulge was evident. And again she bit her lower lip which caused Jon to growl.

He was about to tell her to go to work if it was taking so long but in that moment she looked back up into his eyes and where shyness was before was now arousal. And a smirk played on her lips.

"Are those really comfortable? They look so tight." Her hand landed on his crotch and he hissed, feeling the warmth of her hand through the boxer briefs. And his dick reacted instantly and pulsed under her hand.

"Sam, please." Jon groaned when she started to run her hand up and down.

"What? Don't you like this? And those boxer briefs are really too tight."

Her other hand landed on his hip and the one that was just stroking him landed on the opposite hip.

She pushed her fingers under the elastic band of his underwear and pushed it down freeing his hardening member.

"Isn't this better?"

"Ye…No. Sam. Please." But he didn't do anything to stop her hands from stroking his hard flesh.

Her eyes landed on his face again.

"Take them off." she told him and while he was busy with his clothing she opened her jeans and pushed them down, freeing one leg so she could spread them.

Her naked ass landed on the table and Jon took the open invitation to step between her legs.

Before he could say anything her hands were on him once again, stroking him, teasing him.

"Stop." he hissed and Sam stopped but she had a really firm grip on his hard on that she wouldn't release.

"Let go." Jon growled and when her hands let go he stepped deeper between her legs and guided his cook to her waiting entrance.

"Are you sure about this?"

She only nodded and he drove his hard dick home between her wet folds.

They both moaned when he was inside her up to the hilt. He bent down and pressed a hard kiss onto her lips as he started to pump into her.

They silenced each other effectively by keeping their lips together and Jon dug a hand into her hair to bring her even closer. That changed their angle so far that his dick was now pushing over her clit with each stroke and she moaned into his mouth making almost no sound.

But Jon caught the vibrations on his tongue and it drove him wild.

He pushed faster and faster until he couldn't hold back anymore. He came with a quiet "Ohhh." and Sam followed shortly after that soundlessly.

They were breathing hard by now and their eyes were locked onto each other. Jon still had that grip on her hair but he was massaging her scalp by now.

After Jon was certain that he could stand upright again he pulled out of her and searched for his boxer briefs and put them back on.

Sam pushed her leg back into her undies and her jeans and pulled both back up.

"What about my jeans? I have only 5 minutes left!" Jon nearly panicked now.

Sam rolled her eyes.

She grabbed into a drawer underneath the table and found a box with buttons and a hammer.

After inserting a rivet through the heavy jeans fabric from the inside onto a button on the outside she pounded on it with the hammer three times.

"There good as new."

She pressed the jeans back into his hands.

"But you said…"

"So I lied." She shrugged her shoulders.

While he stepped into his jeans he eyed her.

"What are you even doing back here and where is the real seamstress?"

"She called in sick. I am supposed to tell everyone to sew their stuff themselves today."

Jon shook his head.

"And what were you reading?"

"Smut fiction." Sam beamed and Jon huffed.

"You are sick. Why would you read smut fictions when you are married to the real deal?" He pointed at himself.

"Oh for ideas. I was thinking about tying you to the bed one time…."

"Hey man! Where are you?!" Colby looked around the corner at his friends and found Jon back in his jeans.

"We are next. Come on. Hey Saaaam!" he waved.

"Colbyyyy" she answered in their usual fashion.

To Jon she said: "Go, have fun. Be careful."

Sam kissed her husband and waved at Colby and the two men left her alone in her dark corner to man the deserted seamstress space tonight.

A/N: I was contemplating if I should post this as a one shot to keep the surprise but I really hate it when things get messy and complicated. So I decided to post it into the story instead.

The story Sam was reading is Stray Dog by the wonderful and talented ChelleLew. Check out her stuff if you have a moment to spare!

Also this takes place somewhere in the story, it isn't fitting in the time line. It is an event out of the timeline.

Oh and of course after reading the conclusion you know why they didn't use a condom. If they were perfect strangers this wouldn't have happened without protection! Better safe than sorry. No man is worth it risking your health. No matter who he is! Not even Dean F*cking Ambrose! Just sayin'.

The real chapters still take time. I am so so sorry! Don't forget about this story pretty please!