Chapter 12 - Loving You Is Easy

Nala sighed heavily as she walked through the house making sure the windows downstairs were closed and locked along with the sliding doors and front door as well. She could hear Dean's music blaring through the upstairs and couldn't help laughing at the image of him air guitaring all over their bedroom. She'd spent most of the last hour on the phone with Ayana. She was feeling lonely in her big house without Roman or the kids. Roman would be returning to the road with Dean the following day and Ayana would have her kids back.

Nala turned and went upstairs. the closer she got to the bedroom the louder Dean's AC/DC thundered down the hallway. As she stepped into the bedroom she didn't see Dean anywhere. She walked over and powered off the stereo. "Oh God I can hear myself think again."

"How dare you touch the royal music maker!" Came from the bathroom in a funky fake British accent. "You bloody bastard!"

"You better not be calling your wife a bloody anything buddy or your bloody butt can ride the sofa tonight." Nala threatened with a smile as she walked into the bathroom and watched as Dean was shaving his scruff off. She really enjoyed it when he let his facial hair grow out haphazardly, but didn't mind the smoothness of his face either.

"Well it's official your best friend is a fuckin idiot." Nala announced as she walked over and leaned against the wall as their eyes connected in the mirror. "My best friend is married to your best friend who is an idiot."

Dean chuckled as he rinsed his razor out in the sink water. "I never claimed to have the smartest friends."

"Clearly." Nala sighed softly as she frowned. "Roman is staying with his parents until he and Ayana can work things out. The boys are pretty understanding, but Samaria took it the hardest. I want to STRANGLE your best friend!" She exclaimed as she slapped her open palm against the wall.

Dean turned and looked at his wife. She was a firecracker and it really did take a lot to get her riled up. He smirked as he took her hand and kissed the palm. "No self torture darlin'; I'll do it for you in a bit." He chuckled when she pulled her hand away and smacked his shoulder.

"Ass." Nala shook her head. "Ayana was practically begging Roman to explain what the hell happened between them; she did everything but offer up a pint of blood to get the man to talk about what was going on with him and he basically ignored her. Then to make matters worse he tells her he's going to stay with his parents. Come on! They both out right said they didn't want a divorce, but yet he can't tell her why he stopped having sex with her two years ago! UGH!" Nala growled out; completely frustrated for her friend about the entire situation.

"Can't you just - I don't know beat it out of him?" Nala asked.

Dean washed the extra shaving cream off his face before drying it and cleaning out the sink and turned to face his wife. "Let me get this straight. You want me to get involved in something that is none of my business by beating the hell out of my best friend and forcing him to talk about whatever it is that's bothering him?" Dean asked before he shook his head and chuckled when she nodded. She was serious. It was cute that she was that passionate about something.

"You do realize my best friend is a 265 pound Samoan that can bench 445 lbs. Not to mention the fact that we do travel and work with his family on an almost daily basis and me kicking the shit out of him would give them reason enough to beat my ass." Dean tried reasoning.

Nala nodded. "I just wish I could knock some sense into that big Samoan idiot. How's come he can't see how much Ayana loves him? Or how much it kills her to know he'll have sex with that pink haired bitch but not her and she is his wife? I don't get it. Did he go blind and is mistaking Sasha for Ayana or maybe even temporary amnesia and doesn't remember who his wife is. I mean there has to be a really good reason behind all of this...doesn't there?"

Dean pulled his wife around in front of him as he lifted her and set her on the counter. "I don't know what's going on inside Roman's head. I can only be privy to what he tells me; even then I figured out about Sasha on my own he didn't even tell me until I confronted him about it."

Dean sighed softly; he could see the look on his wife's face. She was mad at Roman for his stupidity and sad for Ayana because of the whole situation. "I know you want to help Ayana. I love that your heart is so big that it wants to help your friend, but no one can force Roman to get his head out of his ass. I don't even think his folks could help him at this point. It's all up to him." He leaned down and kissed her lips softly before he lifted her from the counter and set her back on her feet. "They will work everything out darlin'." He patted her on the butt.

Nala felt very fortunate to not be going through what her best friend was; she smirked as she turned and started towards the bedroom. "If you ever THINK of sticking your dick in someone else because it's not going in me you better start enjoying the rest of your life learning to piss out of your ear, because once I rip your dick off you'll have to figure out some way to get it out of your body."

Aaaannnnnd his feisty woman was back.

Dean took two strides and caught up to her easily as his hand buried in her hair and pulled her head back as his teeth gently nipped her now completely exposed throat. His free hand slid down and untied her lounge pants, as she stepped out of her pants he noticed her panties matched her bra. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and lifted her and walked over and stopped in front of the mirror and as his hand left her hair, he spun her around to face the mirror; his hand wrapped around her throat and his lips slowly kissed and nipped over her shoulder down to her bra as he pinched the ends with his teeth and mouth and the ends snapped apart as his tongue slid down her spine his free hand slid up between her legs; her legs automatically parted for him - he hooked his index finger in the crotch of her already soaking wet panties and he proceeded to pull them down and couldn't help himself as he bit her left butt cheek. It was too perky not to bite a little.

A full body shiver coursed through Nala as soon as she felt Dean's teeth on her butt cheek, gasping as his fingers brushed against her sensitive overheated sex and leaned back against him. Her hand slid up his arms to bury in his hair while his mouth sealed to her neck, another shiver following. "I'm not the only one that's going to be naked, Ambrose." She stated in a rough voice and whipped around in his arms, immediately unfastening the belt buckle and jeans. She left them alone for a second to remove his beater, pushing it up over his head and tossed the material to the floor along with the rest of the clothes. His jeans followed as Dean lifted her up over his shoulder, depositing her on the bed moments later. He kissed her briefly and started working his magic on her breasts, gliding his hot tongue between the valley of her breasts down her flat toned stomach. Nala bit back a whimper, burying her fingers in his hair when he went past her belly button and hips, knowing exactly what he was going for. "Mmmm Dean…"

Dean enjoyed the tongue bath he was giving her, but he honestly wanted to skip the formalities and get down to the nitty gritty. He pulled her to stand up as he pushed her against the full length mirror attached to the wall. Her left cheek pressed to the glass with both of her perky breasts against it as well; every time she would breathe out the mirror would fog in a little circle. His hand went around her throat once more as his free hand slid between her body and the smooth cool glass of the mirror and then slid down until he was exactly where he wanted to be. His middle finger ghosted over her throbbing clit, it was a tease. "What do you want baby?" His raspy voice asked; he was seeing what it would take to get her to lose control. He wanted to see how dirty she wanted to get. He would do whatever she wanted as long as it made her happy. His mouth was by her ear as his middle finger ghosted once more over her sensitive nub. "If you don't tell me, I can't give it to you."

"Y-You…oh god…" Nala breathed, running her nails down his arms and slid one hand down to cover his while he continued teasing her swollen clit. "I want it hard and rough. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't stand when I finally cum for you. Make it hurt so fucking good…" She heard him growl in her ear and spun her around, his mouth crashing against hers fiercely. Nala jumped in his arms and felt his hands grip her outer thighs, her legs wrapping around his waist. She bit into his bottom lip and tugged on it a little rough, feeling her back meet the bed and immediately felt Dean flip her on her hands and knees as his palm slapped against her right butt cheek. "Don't be afraid Daddy, I don't break easily."

Dean swallowed hard, he grabbed a couple of pillows and put them under her pelvis to push her ass up as he grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back before he grabbed his belt and cinched them together behind her. Holding the belt in one hand gave him leverage and freedom to push and pull her around the way she wanted. "You just make sure to let me know if it's too rough or you need a break." He was completely serious. He leaned over the back of her cute ass as it was stuck in the air and everything was accessible to him. His tongue slid up the middle of her naked wet sex before he sucked one of her folds into his mouth and bit it. The sound of her gasp was enough to get him started. He stood up straight before he leaned over her body. "Feel free to scream baby." He thrust his hardened cock inside of her dripping folds.

The things Dean made her experience that night was incredible and indescribable, something Nala would never feel again unless it was with him. He spent the next hour after making her cum in waves kissing her wrists, making sure he hadn't hurt her. Nala had to finally pull her wrists out of his grasp and kissed him, pulling him on top of her. They made love again and finally settled down in bed with her head resting on his chest while he stroked his fingers through her hair.

"I'm going to miss you." She admitted, the smell of him combined with sex making her sigh in contentment. "We definitely need to have more sex like that because I've never cum so hard in my life." Nala couldn't stand, her thighs still trembling after several hours because the mere memories made her body convulse and tremble.

Dean looked down as her fingertips were running over his bare chest which he'd taken to shaving since being in the WWE. When she looked up at him he smiled softly. "I miss you everyday I'm gone." He started honestly as his finger softly pulled through her beautiful hair. "Hell I start missing you before I get to the damn airport."

Dean couldn't lie to her; ever since she'd come into his life she was the BEST thing for him; for his life. Nala didn't know it but she kept Dean Ambrose grounded. She kept him alive, she kept him wanting more of life with her and no one else.

Fuck it!

Enough reflection.

Dean rolled over as he hovered over her before he felt her legs wrap around his waist. He knew tonight was never going to end as long as the both of them were wide awake. And both of their sexual appetites were fully charged and completely insatiable. He watched as she trapped her bottom lip between her teeth as she rolled her pelvis against his already re-hardening erection.

Nala smirked as she slid her hand between their bodies as she wrapped her fingers around his cock; she was always fascinated how her fingers didn't quite touch when she wrapped her hand around his girth. She could FEEL him pulsing in her hand and thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of all the power.

Dean felt her guide him back into her body as he leaned down and took her lips with his.

Oh yea this night was NEVER going to end.

And neither of them wanted it too.

Friday morning found Nala walking around the bedroom just in Dean's black t-shirt and panties. "You know if you keep parading around in my shirt like that; I just might miss my flight for the house shows."

Nala smirked as she stood with her hands on her hips and her right hip hitched up in a sassy way. "Yes well I wouldn't completely object to you missing your flight Mr. Ambrose." Nala stated as she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Yes well, Mrs. Ambrose, I think my bosses might have a few objections to me missing my flight." Dean stated as he chuckled as his hands smoothed over hers as they were laced over his sternum; before he gently pulled her in front of him. "Though I honestly wouldn't mind miss the my flight - a thousand times to stay home with you...in bed...naked. Definitely naked."

Dean leaned down and caught her lips as his hands slid down her body to the back of her thighs and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. Her legs wrapped around his waist for about the millionth time in the last 48 hours.

Exactly the place he loved her to be.

Dean heard a horn honk as he pulled his lips from hers. "That's going to be...how did you put it? My fuckin idiot best friend. It's his turn to leave his truck at the airport for the week." He leaned over and gently set Nala on her feet as she popped her bottom lip out. Dean chuckled as he softly sucked her bottom lip between his. "Don't pout baby. I'll be home before you know it."

Nala followed him downstairs to the front door as Dean turned and gave her one final kiss.

"Stay inside you don't have any pants on and I'm not giving my idiot best friend a free show." Dean pointed out. "Love me while I'm gone?"

Nala smiled softly. "Loving you is easy; it's the goodbye's I hate and the five lonely days." She watched as he walked out the door after he threw a wink in her direction.

Yea loving him was definitely the easy part.