"Ok but try to be sexy. Put some 'oomph' into it." The photographer said.
I was standing in front of a green screen, awkwardly wondering how to pose myself for my first ever Divas photoshoot. I was going to get front page on the website. Luckily my bruises were getting edited out, probably along with some of the fat I had left on my body. That was another reason I really wasn't into the photoshoot. I was going to be airbrushed, sucked in, pinned up and whatever else they did to make girls looks superficial. I wasn't really good at modeling even when I took promo pics in the indies. I just kind of posed in a stiff fashion.
"I don't really know how to be sexy. Besides like I'm just standing in front of a green screen." I replied, shrugging my shoulders and turning a bit to my left in hopes of that a new position might fair for better pictures. It was still a few days after Mania and I still couldn't really turn or move that much (training against my sore muscles was also making it worse).
"We're going to filter in a background. Maybe If we wet your hair and got a fan going. That might be a little better. Pretend you're posing for your boyfriend!"
Which one? I laughed to myself but took the advice anyway. I started to think about Roman and how I would pose if I created a magazine for him. Sensually...like a video girl in a r&b video. Ass out, tits high, feeling myself, flipping my hair and playing with it. The camera seemed to click faster and I assumed I was getting some good shots in there. Either way, I got water dumped on me eventually and got my fishnet shirt ripped up to expose me even more. Greeeeaaaat.
I switched to thinking about Dean And became a little more raunchy, sticking my tongue out and rolling on the floor. I couldn't help but to laugh at myself a bit. If only the boys could see me now. I also couldn't help but to think about what poses I would do for Seth. I tried not to think about it that much since I was sure my emotions would show loud and clear on my face.
"Smile! Smile! Remember to keep smiling!" the photographer commented.
I sighed and forced my lips into another smile which soon turned into a genuine expression once I saw Dean sauntering into the photography area.
"Take it off!" he chuckled.
I only shook my head and laughed at him. "You wish, Ambrose! I have to pretend to be sexy!"
"You don't have to pretend! Just work it!"
Ughh, he was making my stomach feel all warm and fuzzy. Gross. But his dumb smirk and haphazard curls always got me hooked. A few more shots were taken and I was finally off the hook. An assistant handed me a towel to dry off my hair.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked him.
He was nursing a cup of coffee in his hand and was in his usual jeans and a wifebeater. "I came to check up on you. See if you wanted to go over some moves with me. That is if you're not too sore."
"Of course I'm sore. How about you? How's your back doing?"
"Same shit, different day. Going to try and work out the muscles anyway. Hopefully they'll loosen up. Plus I heard that the gym we got rented out is going to be deserted. Everyone is off doing something else and we can work all night on stuff. You said you wanted to practice more aerials right?"
I nodded. "Seth was supposed to help me with that but...you know."
"I can help you a bit. Cmon, get your gear on and I'll drive you to the place. I got a jeep rented out."
I guided him towards my dressing room where a few other divas still lingered. They protested when Dean entered but I honestly didn't care. He wasn't here for them and he waited and drank his coffee like a good little boy-which honestly surprised us all. A few minutes my hair was pulled back away from my face and I had some basketball shorts and a sports bra on. In about twenty minutes we were in the gym surrounded by silence minus the sounds of our bodies hitting the mat.
Over and over I practised corkscrews, senton bombs, moonsaults, and rolling out of a fall. Dean was a good sport about letting me land on his ribs time after time. And i tried to do the same with him practicing his unusual scrappy fighting style against me. I even got to shove him into a corner and work some shoulder tackles on his midsection.
After about an hour and a half we decided to take a break. Both of us laid in the middle of the canvas breathing heavily and nursing our sore muscles.
"I think you're getting the hang of the aerial moves but you're still afraid to do some of them." he commented.
"of course I'm afraid I remember seeing Mickie James try to do a move from the top rope with Melina I think and she landed so wrong on her neck. When I was in TNA she told me it still bothered her till this day. It's really scary to think about."
"then don't think about it," Dean said as he propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me. "you can't think about failing when you're in the ring. If you think about failing then you will fail. You have to think about executing the move perfectly so that way you don't hurt yourself or the other person. Well, in a life threatening way anyway." He held out his hand to help me up.
"No way man. I'm tired as all hell. I just want to lay here and catch my breath." I sighed and stared at the ceiling, trying to calm my breath.
"Well I'm going to hit the shower soon."
That definitely piqued my interest. "Shower?" I sat up and raised an eyebrow at him.
Dean still had his hand out and I took it this time, lifting myself up to face him.
"You can be as loud as you want to and no one will complain!" He laughed and gave a hard smack to my ass.
"Shut up! I'm really not that loud." I protested.
"I beg to differ. I used to hear you all the time when you would mess around with Ro and Seth."
"And i bet you would jerk off to the sound of it all."
"You bet your ass I did. I couldn't help myself. You sound hot when you cum."
I blushed deeply and jabbed my elbow into his ribs making him double over a bit. "Ass!"
We slipped into the empty men's locker room and Dean and I stripped down. He turned the water on to a nice cool temperature. We stepped under the stream with Dean pressed against my back, nuzzling my neck.
"Do you want to get clean or dirty?" he asked as he hands already began to roam around my body.
"I think you've already answered that question yourself, Mr. Handsy. Plus I can already feel you. Jesus, boy. Calm down."
"Shut it." Dean replied, landing a smack to my ass.."I just kept feeling you land on me, then you would straddle me when you would catch your breath and I had the perfect view of your tits."
"Please act like an actual adult instead of a horny teenage boy." I rolled my eyes and grabbed the fresh bar of soap we had set out. I didn't even get a chance to even rub it against an inch of skin before Dean took it from me. With the soap in hand, suds were now traveling around my body with extra time being spent on my breasts and between my thighs. My head rolled back onto his shoulder, my eyes closed and I let him have his way.
The steady rhythm of his chest pressed against my back and his deep rumbles echoed against the surrounding tiles. I sighed happily and turned my face towards his. "What are you doing to me Dean?"
His raspy voice sent the hairs on the back of my neck on end. "How would you feel about me fucking you in here?"
"Well, seeing as how this is a grimy ass gym where we could possibly get athlete's foot, It's not something I'm too keen on."
"You gotta live on the edge, Lee." Dean said. I felt his big hand on the middle of my back and in an instant I was bent forward, the steady stream of water pelting me. "Just pretend we're like in a rainforest in like Costa Rica. Ain't that where you from?"
"I rolled my eyes and pushed my soaked hair from my face. "My dad is from Puerto Rico you fucking idiot. And this ain't gonna work! It feels like I'm doing water torture!" I stood up and smacked his chest hard, rolling my eyes at his stupidity. Literally what did I see in this guy?
"Alright, alright. What does the lady want?"
"I want to get out of this gym. I do not need the sweaty remnants of other people all up in my...you know what. You can spank it in here, Lunatic Fringe. I'm out." I laughed and slipped into my flip flops. "I'll meet you in the car!"
"Aww c'mon, Lee! You can't leave me hanging! What am I supposed to do with this?!" Dean shouted, gesturing at his hardness.
"Get acquainted with your hand, boy! Not like they ain't friends!"
I threw my duffel bag in the backseat of Dean's rental. I was just about to text him to see if he was done yet but I felt a hard smack on my ass and I knew the answer. I turned around and he was leaning against the door, fly still open because apparently he hadnt solved his problem yet. He was straining against the confines of his underwear and the denim.
"Wanna blow me while I drive us back?" he asked.
"Oh!" I pretended to swoon. "You're so romantic Dean! My panties just get soooo wet when you command me to suck your dick. Sorry, but I'm driving."
He slipped his hands onto my waist and pulled me closer to him. "I wouldn't mind trying to get you off while you drive."
"Oh yes Dean, because driving works with one leg on the dash and the other trying to hit the brakes in time." I said.
"Why dont you take off your shorts and we'll see how far we get." Dean said before added a small lick to his lips and a mischievous look in his eyes.
"You're really serious aren't you?" I asked almost in disbelief,
"I'll be in the passengers seat." And with that Dean pulled away and got into the front seat.
Curious, I ditched my shorts and ran to the driver's seat as quickly as I could making sure no one would see me. It was pretty late at night so the darkness made for excellent hiding. Dean fiddled with the radio as soon as the car turned on only casting a quick glance at my bare thighs. He seemed cool and relaxed while I, on the other hand, was trying to figure out how the hell I would keep my focus on the road. This was pretty dangerous...
"You've done this before haven't you?" I asked, turning my body towards the back window so I could see as I pulled out of the parking space.
"I've done a lot of things, but i always like adding new stuff to my list." his thick fingers slid between my thighs then, edging them apart to rub at my lips. My whole body tingled and my foot pressed harder onto the gas pedal sending us back. "Shit!"
I screamed and pulled away from his hand. If there had been other people in the parking lot I'm sure I would've hit someone. "You see! This is why we can't have nice things!"
"You're a fucking klutz. Pull up and shut off the car, you dumbass." Dean sneered. I did as he said and shut off the engine crossing my arms over my chest.
Both our sighs filled the dark car as we sat back contemplating why the hell it was so hard for us to even have a decent night together. "Sorry I was like all over you and stuff." Dean said at last.
"it's fine, it's just been a stressful week. And you're not really the romantic type, nor do i want you to be. You made me laugh back there and I was kinda excited to do the car thing." I smiled at him even though the street lamp above us was the only source of light that barely shone through the window.
He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close to his chest. "Thanks babe. You want to go home though? I'm tired as all hell."
"Hell yeah. I'm ready to crash." I replied giving him a light kiss. But leave it to Dean to take it a step further. His teeth sunk into my bottom lip gently and his tongue wrestled against mine. I couldn't help myself either. My hands found their way to his chest trailing down to his abs and finally the bulge that was still ever present. Dean's strong arms lifted me from the driver's seat and settled me in his lap, my thighs on either side of his. Our lips remained connected until my moans broke it. His fingers were back to teasing me again, though we didn't have to worry about possibly getting killed this time. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and shoulder trying to occupy my mouth so I wouldn't be too loud.
"Fuck yourself on my fingers," Dean whispered. My legs quivered but my hand found its way to his wrist and I guided his fingers inside me. He didn't tease me or make me wait. Three fingers were settled inside and it was my job to bounce my hips. Soft 'fucks' were the only thing that left my lips and I could feel those deep blue eyes watching me. I tried to keep my face hidden as I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
"Faster baby. I know you're close. I feel you tightening around my fingers."
"Dean! Shit...!" My hand gripped at his shoulder leaving the imprints of my nails in the leather of his jacket. My hips were more erratic now, bouncing, rolling and bucking as fast as I could. His groans of approval rang in my ears which only made me even more wet. I could hear his fingers slipping in and out of me and the slapping of my ass against his thighs. His thumb circled around my clit a few times and I lost it. My whole body shuddered as my orgasm rushed forth, dripping down my thighs.
Dean kept a tight grip around my waist and his fingers still inside me. He decorated my shoulders with soft kisses and pressed his forehead against mine. "Feel a little better?"
"Y-yeah...I don't think I can drive though." I whispered.
"That's alright. I'll do it, just rest here." Through the cramped space of the car we switched positions. I was now the passenger and he was the driver, taking us safely out the parking space this time. Our ride back was quiet and I was on the verge of falling asleep. I felt Dean's hand entwined with mine, his face still calm as he stared at the dark road ahead of us.