Chapter 4

Emilia felt extremely nervous. She was telling herself over and over again that it was just a date - Dean didn't say that it was a date, but he didn't have to. There were three reasons why she was feeling nervous: this was her first date after breaking-up with Mike a few years ago, she didn't know Dean very well and she didn't know how their date would go. Scenes of all the possible things that could happen tonight were playing in her head like a movie that was on repeat. She felt hot even though the air conditioner of Dean's rental car was on full blast. The strong car smell made her want to puke; if she's in a car for a long time, she always feels like doing that. She was slowly and repeatedly rubbing her delicate hands on her black denim-covered thighs, trying to get rid of her nervousness, her urge to throw up and the sweat on her palms. The simple action distracted Dean - he wished that it was his hands that were rubbing her thighs.

As he drove, Dean pictured Emilia naked and squirming underneath him as he moved in and out of her slick warm core. He wanted to smell and taste her flawless pale skin, feel her hands in his hair and her nails digging into the skin of his back. He tried to push the perverse thoughts out his head, but he failed. Emilia stopped rubbing her hands on her thighs and balled her hands into fists as she watched the speedometer increase as each second passed. When she saw a car ahead of them, Emilia's eyes widened and for a second, she thought that they were going to die.

"Dean, stop the car!"

Emilia screamed at Dean. Dean cursed and stepped hard on the brakes. The tires screeched and the car stopped. Their car was just inches away from crashing into the car in front of them. Emilia closed her eyes and unclenched her fists. She took three deep breaths before opening her eyes to look at Dean. Anger washed over her.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You could've gotten us killed!" Emilia told Dean angrily before turning her head to look at the view on the car window.

Dean didn't know what to say, because what she said was true. He kept his mouth shut and just looked at her with narrowed eyes before turning his head to look at the road. When the traffic light turned green, Dean started driving again. Emilia's anger towards Dean disappeared when she saw on the speedometer that he was driving at a normal speed. Neither Dean nor Emilia spoke as Dean drove them to their destination.

"What is this place?"

Emilia asked Dean as she stared at the dilapidated building in front of them. The light from the rusty black lamppost nearby gave her hair a yellow highlight. Her hair reminded Dean of dark chocolate with caramel.

"Haven't you been to a dive bar before?" Dean asked her with an amused smirk on his face. Of course she hasn't been to a dive bar before, why would she go to one? Dean thought to himself.

Emilia shook her head. "No. This is the first time I've been to a dive bar."

"I'm glad to know that. Let's go inside."

Dean wrapped an arm around Emilia's shoulders. She shook her shoulders to take his arm off her, but that only made him tighten his arm around her shoulders and bring her closer to him. Emilia felt awkward, but after entering the place, she understood why Dean chose to wrap his arm around her shoulders: there were men looking at her like she was a newly-cooked meal and they haven't eaten in days. But they didn't look at her for more than three seconds – Dean surely had something to do with that. Dean looked really intimidating.

Dean stopped in front of the stocked bar. A shirtless man with too many piercings and tattoos and long jet black hair greeted them a good evening. Emilia looked down, because the man might get mad at her if she stares at him.

"The usual?" Emilia heard the man say. She looked up at Dean and found him looking down at her.

"What would you like to have?" Dean asked her.

Emilia looked at the menu on the wall and all she saw was unusual names for drinks. She swallowed before answering Dean. "Just a bottle of beer."

Dean and the man laughed for a few seconds. Emilia felt heat rushing to her cheeks. "Are you sure?"

Emilia nodded and put on a straight face. "Yes, I'm sure."

"Alright then. Two bottles of beer for us, Vern." Dean told Vern, who was the bartender and put a few dollar bills on the bar table.

"Coming right up, Jon." Vern replied and took Dean's money, shoving it in the right front pocket of his tight black leather pants. He went inside a room behind the bar.

Dean brought Emilia to a small booth in the back of the dive bar, where no one could disturb them. Dean took his arm off Emilia and watched her take a seat in the booth. She gave Dean some space so he could sit beside her but he chose to sit across her. Emilia felt like she was in a different world, so she took in everything that she could see - cigarette butts were on the wooden floor, the wallpaper was peeling off, and most of the people were wearing black leather.

"How do you know this place and the bartender? And why did he call you Jon?" Emilia asked, genuinely curious.

"I met Vern a few years ago and we're good friends. If I'm not in the ring, one can usually find me here before. And he called me Jon because I was Jon Moxley before I was Dean Ambrose." Dean answered.

Emilia nodded as her brain processed the information. "I see."

Dean noticed Emilia's hands on the table. Her medium-length nails were painted peach and filed into neat squares. Her white gold band was shining in the dark. "Are you really still a virgin?"

Emilia raised an eyebrow at him. "Excuse me?"

"Are you really still a virgin?" Dean repeated his question. He sounded so casual, like her sex life was just an ordinary topic, like the weather. It offended Emilia.

"Whether if I'm a virgin or not, it's none of your business." Emilia replied coldly and crossed her arms, covering her purity ring.

"I just wanted to know." Dean raised his arms, as if he was surrendering. Yup, she's still a virgin. He thought to himself.

Emilia refused to look at Dean. Why did he wanted to know if she was still a virgin or not? Her heart started racing - what if he has plans on having sex with her tonight? No, Emilia won't allow Dean to have sex with her.

Vern arrived five minutes later with a small circular aluminum tray. He placed their beer bottles on the table and walked away. Dean took his bottle and took a long sip from it while Emilia didn't touch hers. When Dean brought his bottle back down on the table, he frowned.

"Are you going to drink that or not?" Dean asked her, using his mouth to point at her beer bottle.

Emilia uncrossed her arms and glared at Dean before taking her bottle of beer. She took a short sip and winced at the taste. It's been a long time since she's had a beer. The cold liquid tasted bitter and soothed her dry throat. She put the bottle down on the table.

"So I went out with you. Now can I have my I.D.?" Emilia asked Dean, extending her right arm to him with her palm open.

"We just got here, we should enjoy each other's company." Dean told her as he smiled and took his beer bottle from the table. He leaned back, getting comfortable in the booth.

"I'm tired, Dean." Emilia sighed.

"All work and no play makes Emilia a dull girl." Dean replied. "Do you even know how to have fun?"

"Of course I do, this isn't just fun to me." She answered defensively.

"What can I do to make this fun for you?" Dean asked her as he took another sip from his beer bottle.

Emilia narrowed her eyes at Dean. She leaned in. "There's nothing you could do to make this fun or me, Dean Ambrose. Jon Moxley. Whoever you are."

Hearing his former and current name coming out of Emilia's lips was the most beautiful thing Dean had ever heard and it made him hard. He shifted in his seat to relieve himself but it didn't help. He leaned forward, so his face was just a few inches away from Emilia's. Dean looked into her eyes and grinned grimly. Emilia gulped. "I'm going to take that as a challenge, Emilia Leigh Morris."

Dean stood up from the booth and left Emilia. Emilia thought about going out, but she knew she wouldn't make it out on her own. She felt vulnerable and helpless.

When Dean returned, he had a tray full of tequila shots and a ghastly grin was on his face.

Emilia's head was throbbing relentlessly and the burning sensation in her throat was getting worse as each second passed. Her clear vision has become completely distorted and she felt hot. She knew she had already drank too much, but she wanted to take another shot. She was about to take the shot glass full of amber liquid when Dean grabbed her hand, stopping her.

"That's enough." Dean said, putting her hand down on her thigh.

Emilia pouted. "Just one more, and it's the last one!"

Dean took the shot glass and drank its content. Emilia frowned as he put the empty shot glass down. "And I just drank it."

Emilia took her hand from Dean and fanned herself. "It's so hot. Can we get out of here?"

Dean had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from laughing. Her cheeks were red and her breath reeked of tequila and strands of her dark brown hair had stuck on her neck and forehead. She was such a hot mess and it was because of him. "Let's go to the hotel then."

Emilia and Dean stood up from the booth. Dean smirked to himself and wrapped an arm around Emilia's shoulders. A few seconds later he felt Emilia's arms around his waist. He squeezed her shoulder and they kept walking towards the front door of the dive bar. He waved at Vern when they made it to the front door.

When they made it outside, Dean searched for his rental car. Emilia was humming a random but pleasant tune; it sounded like a lullaby. Dean easily found his car. He took its keys out of his hoodie's pocket and unlocked it. He opened the passenger side's door for Emilia. She dislodged her arms from his body and fell into the passenger seat. Dean heard her giggling as he closed the door. He jogged to the driver's side and got inside. He started the car and locked all the doors. He then drove away from the dive bar.

As Dean drove, he watched Emilia from the corner of his eye. He expected her to pass out, but she was still awake. Her head was on the headrest and she was staring at the view on the car window. Her right index finger was making swirls on the glass. Dean found it hard to concentrate on driving again.

Emilia landed face first on Dean's hotel room bed. The red tint on her cheeks had become pink and her dark brown hair surrounded her head, completely covering her face. Her chest was rapidly going up and down, like she had trouble breathing. She turned over, causing her shirt to go up a little. Dean stared at the thin strip of skin between her shirt and jeans. He bit his lower lip and felt himself go hard again.

Emilia rose from the bed, using her elbows to hold herself up. "You're staring at me again."

Dean walked towards her and sat beside her. Their thighs rubbed against each other. "I can't help myself."

"Can't you do something else?" Emilia asked him with a smirk as she twirled a strand of hair around her right index finger.

Dean licked his lips as he stared at her moist cherry-colored lips. "I could do this."

Emilia stopped twirling her hair around her finger and waited for Dean to do something. He took her hand and held it tightly. He unhurriedly leaned down as he caressed her warm cheek with his other hand. When Emilia closed her eyes, Dean kissed her. They took a deep breath at the same time. When Dean pulled back, Emilia wrapped her arms around him and grabbed his head to kiss him again.

The kiss became aggressive in no time. Dean's tongue was tasting every inch of Emilia's mouth, making her moan, but her moan was muffled by his mouth. She tasted sweet, despite the tequila she drank. Emilia felt like she was on fire and she liked it. Dean groaned when he felt Emilia's hands in his hair. She softly pushed his head closer to hers, not wanting him to break the kiss. Dean's hands squeezed the sides of her body. He was about to lift her shirt so he could touch her skin but he pulled back and stood up from the bed. She was drunk and not herself. He wanted her, but not like this. He wanted her sober so she wouldn't forget how good he made her feel. Emilia was panting as she stared at Dean with a confused expression.

"Dean, what's wrong?" Emilia asked him as she brought her shirt down to cover her tummy.

"I can't do this." Dean replied, pulling his hair. "I want to have you when you're yourself."

"What?" Emilia said as she ran her hands through her hair.

Dean sighed before bending down to kiss her on the forehead. He took her I.D. out and placed it on the nightstand. He turned around and got out of the room - his room, leaving a drunk Emilia on her own. He heard her yelling, asking him where he's going. And then it became silent.

Author's note: I had a hard time writing this chapter, to be honest. I don't know why though. I know it sucks, but let me know if you think otherwise. Again, thank you for following this story and adding it to your favorites, and for a whole lot of other things. Don't stop being awesome. And oh my God, WrestleMania 29 is in a few days! Asdfghjkl. - C x