Alright here is the chapter you ALL have been waiting for. Chapter Fifty Four. This was so hard to write so go easy on me. I hope you like it.
Tuesday: April 1, 2014
Edited: 11/14/19
Chapter Fifty Four
"Thank you so much for coming with me." Angel sighed as Renee and her walked into the third store of their trip to find something 'special' for the Shield.
"Don't worry about it, I was just cooped up in my room watching TV." She said as she looked into the glass case that held many interesting pieces of jewelry in it.
"I thought that I was pulling you away from Jon."
Renee shook her head. "Nah, Jon's not coming until tomorrow morning." She pushed herself away from the glass case. "Did you think of something yet?"
Angel let out a sigh, as she went through a rack of some of the strangest shirts that she had ever seen. "I'm not sure." She said as she passed a Hawaiian shirt with cats on it. "How can you fancy up a swat uniform? Racheal said maybe a helmet or a mask."
Renee laughed. "I mean why not just give them riot shields if want to go that way."
"Let's not and say we didn't" Angel cringed as she thought about the boys carrying riot shields to the ring.
"Oh! I see something I'm buying." Renee said pulling up a sequence jacket from one of the racks.
"Why am I not surprised." She laughed as Renee quickly tried on the jacket and somehow the woman made the thing look good.
"You like?" Renee said as she did a little twirl.
"Only on you."
Renee gave a smile and quickly took the jacket off an threw it over her shoulder. "So…How was your weekend? You know since Roman and Seth found out about you and Dean now?" Renee asked as she pulled out another shirt and held it against the jacket.
Angel let out a long exhale as she moved to other rack of clothing. "It went exactly as you think it went. With Seth and Roman nonstop picked on us."
"I wouldn't expect anything less from them." She laughed. "Oh look!" She gasped. "Pom poms!" Renee almost shrieked as she pulled out a shirt that had random yellow pom poms scattered around them.
"Ew." Angel twisted her face. "That shouldn't exist."
"No, it really shouldn't." Renee agreed putting the shirt back. "With the boys, I'm guessing you didn't get any alone time with Dean."
She couldn't help the sigh that came from her as she said. "Not at all."
Renee shook her head. "Well at last you have a whole week with him now, hopefully you get some alone time."
Angel bit her lip. "I might be getting more alone time then I bargained for."
"What do you mean?" Renee looked up from the pile of random clothes that she had stacked up.
"Well, my room apparently didn't get booked so I have to share one of the rooms with the boy. And you can just guess who Seth and Roman instantly pushed to be my roommate."
Renee almost tripped over herself as her mouth fell to the floor. "You and Dean are sharing a room?" There a pause as if she was processing what that meant, then just as she feared a huge smirk came to the woman's face.
"No! Don't." Angel scolded her. "Don't go there."
"Go where?"
"I see the look on your face." Angel told her as the mindlessly walked around the store. "Don't even start."
"Oh, come on, Angel!" Renee rushed over. "This is your chance."
"My chance?"
"You said that your date went well, right?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm not saying to get naked and jump in the man's bed but maybe take the opportunity to you know 'get to know' him."
A blushed instantly filled Angel's face, as she realized what Renee meant when she said to 'get to know him'. "I…I" She quickly looked away, not wanting Renee to see how just the idea of what she was saying got her all flushed.
As she avoided the girl's eyes, something caught her eyes. Hanging off the wall from behind the counter and she saw a black half mask. Cocking her head, Angel tried to picture one of the boys wearing it.
"Hey what about that?" She pointed up at the mask.
Renee quickly came up behind her and leaned over her shoulder. "The mask? It looks a little plain."
"What if I add something to it?"
"Like what?"
Pursing her lips, Angel stared at the mask trying to figure out what she could do to it to make it more suitable for the Grandest Stage of Them All. Bedazzling wouldn't work, the boy would hate it. Adding anything too flashy would just make it stand out against everything else that they wore.
What could she do? "What if I paint it?"
"Paint it?"
"Something that played the House of Justice name? Maybe like a wolf snot or something."
"Seems too on the nose." Renee said.
"Yeah maybe." She sighed as her eyes trailed over to a bandana that was sitting next to the mask on the wall. It was designed to look like the bottom half of a skull. "What about making it kind of look like that?" She said pointing at the bandana. "But you know, wolf like?"
"So, a wolf skull?" Renee squinted her eyes as if she was trying to see the image herself.
"Yeah, with like fangs and everything."
"I think that if you can pull it off it would be pretty bad ass."
Angel drew in a deep breath and turned towards the man who was sitting on a stool in the corner of the room. "Excuse me, how many of those masks do you have."
The man leaned forward slightly, looking less than thrilled. "I think like seven."
Well it's better than nothing. "Can I get four of them?"
"Oh, so you're getting one for yourself?" Renee smirked. "So, you can match the boys?"
"And so, I can have a practice one." She nudged the woman in the side as she watched the man get up from his stool and make his way over to where they were standing.
"You want four of them?"
"Yes please." She told him as she walked over to the register. "I'm not sure if I'll go with the idea but it's better to have them and be safe then not."
"Ture." Renee nodded as she tossed the sequence jacket on the counter.
"But if you don't mind, I do want to keep looking."
"Oh good!" Renee smiled as she paid for the jacket. "I want to find something to go with this."
"Good luck with that." Angel frowned.
…
"Do you think that the boys will wear the masks?" Angel asked as they finally got to the lobby of the hotel. "I'm starting to have second thoughts…." She said looking down at the bags in her hands.
"I think they'll love them." Renee sighed as she fell against the couch that sat in the middle of the room. "especially because you're going to make them look bomb."
Angel let herself flop down next to the woman. "I just wish I could have found something better."
"Stop that." Renee shook her head. "The masks are great; and it will go great with that hoodie that you bought for Dean."
A blush came to Angel's face as she glanced down at the at the second bag that sat in front of her. At one point during their very long shopping trip, they ended up at a tactical store just to see if she could find anything that would work better for the Shield. And though nothing stood out for the three of them, she ended up finding a tactical hoodie that she just couldn't seemed to pull her eyes away from. She didn't know if it was because she could see Dean wearing…or because she wanted to Dean wear, but she bought it.
"Holy shit!" Renee almost jumped out of the seat. "It's already ten." She quickly gathered up her bags. "I have to pick Jon up at seven in the morning from the airport and I don't know about you, but this girl needs a long bath and a good night of beauty rest before she sees her man."
Angel couldn't help but giggle at her friend. "That's fine." She said standing up. "I wanna get a shower before the boys come back anyway."
That smirk that made Angel already regret what she just said appeared on Renee's face. "You, sure you don't want to wait, so you can shower with Dean."
"Renee!"
"What!" Renee mocked her. "You never know it might be fun."
Rolling her eyes, Angel gave the woman a small smack on the arm before starting towards the elevator. Only to hear Renee laughing as she chased after her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She said as she tried the catch her breath. "I'll stop."
Angel turned and looked back at her friend before reaching forward and pushing the button to call the elevator with a shake of her head she said. "No, you won't."
"You're right."
D.D.D.
Dean rubbed the back of his neck as he walked into his hotel room. He could still hear Seth and Roman laughing loudly, through the wall. The two of them were toasted and decided that Dean's last name being close to the word Ambrosia was hilarious.
Quickly making his way in the room, he walked over the door that connected the two rooms and locked it. Right now, the last thing he wanted to deal with as the two of them pushing their drunken way into the room. And as he heard what sounded like someone tripping over something; he realized that he made the right call.
Running his fingers through his hair, he stumbled through the room over to the table. Using the thing as leverage, he brought one foot up at a time to take off his boots. After both of his well-worn, heavy boots were off, Dean exhaled and gave a stretch of his back.
The sound of a door opening in the room hit him and his eyes instantly went to the door that he knew he had just locked. Growing puzzled when he saw that the thing was still closed and locked.
Just as he was about to question if he was just hearing things, another sound hit him from behind one that seemed to rack him to the core. A soft feminine gasp. Turning around, the world around him seemed to stop. His eyes landed on straight on Angel; who was standing there in the doorway to the bathroom, in nothing but a towel.
He knew his mouth dropped open as his eyes ran over the woman in front of him, but there wasn't nothing that he could do to stop it. His body froze, it was like if he moved a muscle or even twitched slightly the sight in front of him would disappear. And boy he didn't want that. Not in the slightest.
"Um…You're…you're back earlier than I thought." Angel's voice shook as she clutched the towel closer to her body, just giving him a fuller picture of what was hiding underneath.
With a last-ditch effort, he ripped his eyes away from her shower warmed skin and turned his attention to the back wall. "Yeah, Seth and Roman decided to drown themselves at the bottom of a few bottles. So, I had to drag their asses back."
"Oh?" He heard let out a breathy, awkward laugh. "It sounds like you guys had fun."
"Yeah fun…" Dean cleared his throat. Was that his voice that sounded like a teenage boy going through puberty?
After a few moments of what Dean thought was the most excruciatingly loud silence, she let out a cough. "Um, can you hand me…hand me my clothes? They're sitting on the bed there."
Slowly he let his eyes travel from the wall to the bed; where he saw the small pile of clothes that sat nice and neat. "Yeah."
He tried to keep his attention on that small pile as he moved around the room. Though he would be lying if he said he didn't sneak a glance at Angel at least twice. Once he was within reach, he grabbed the pile and turned to hand them to her. His eyes landed fully on her and he tried to not show that his breath caught in his throat or that he was fighting to keep his eyes locked on her face. But that was easier said than done.
Swallowing the lump in his throat he slowly made his way towards her, that creamy pale skin that peaked out over the top of her towel called his name. Taunting him to look down. "Here you go." He said as he gave his head a shake.
"Thanks." He could hear her voice shake slightly as she reached out with one hand for her clothes, while the other one kept ahold of her towel. There was a bit of hesitation, but once she had her clothes in her arms, she stepped back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
As if the door closing freed him, Dean let out a huge sigh and walked back to sit on the edge of his bed; putting his head in his hands. Calm the fuck down. He reprimanded himself. He was doing it again; he was getting worked up over nothing. No…not nothing. This was not nothing… Everything in his life before this was nothing. And that only seemed to panic him more.
He let out a groan. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to share the room with her. Maybe he should tell her how bad of an idea this was.
"The bathroom is open if you need it." Angel's voice broke all his thoughts as he looked up and saw that she was now wearing a long pair of black sweatpants and what looked like an old Stone Cold shirt. He felt the small smirk appear on his face as he watched her dry her hair. Once a wrestling fan, always a wrestling fan.
However, the smirk dropped as he realized just how tight those sweatpants hugged her hips, and how the slightly wet t-shirt pasted itself to her skin, as she made her way through the room dying her hair off with a smaller towel. And for some reason it made the air leave his lungs. Like there wasn't anything more sexual then watching a girl dry off.
"Angel if you don't want to room with me, you don't have to." He forced the words out of his mouth, making her stop dead in her spot. "I know you feel awkward about this and if it will make you feel better, I'll go get Roman." He let out a sigh. "Though he is a bit drunk…"
"I-it's not that don't want to spend the night with you." Her eyes dropped to the floor as her face grew to that lovely pinken color that he was used to seeing. "In fact, it's kind of the opposite…."
His eyes widened; she couldn't be saying what he thought she was. There was no way. But when he watched her draw her plump bottom lip into her mouth and start to nibble on it, he felt his blood rush downwards.
"I'm just a bit…you know this is the first time that we're shearing a room…all night."
A.A.A.
Her face felt like it was on fire as she stared at the floor. Could she feel any more of an idiot? God, he must think her so childish. She waited for one of his silly nicknames for her to come rolling off his tongue. I am Miss Innocence.
She heard him move around the room, but she couldn't bear to look up. There would be one of those half smirks, that made her head spin and heartbeat, on his face and she didn't think that she could stand looking at it.
It wasn't until she saw his socked feet fill her vision, that she realized that he was standing right in front of her.
She slowly let her eyes trail up him; up his jeans, up his black t-shirt, up until she finally reached his face. She almost coughed as the air froze in her throat. She was expecting a smirk but not like this. Those kissable lips had curled up into one of the most mischievous smirks that she had ever seen.
He hadn't enough touched her and yet she felt that rush of heat. It was like this smirk was giving her a preview of what was to come. She opened her mouth to say something, but before even a noise could come out; his hand was on her cheek. And she couldn't even think to stop herself from melting into it.
"You want to spend the night with me?" That naturally gravelly voice seemed to grow deeper with each word.
"Um…I mean…" She stumbled. "I just…you know."
"I'm teasing. We should go to bed. I mean we will never know what time those two idiots will wake up and come pounding on our door." Suddenly the hand dropped from her face and Dean's whole dementor changed. This had happened before. After their date; he had done just this. He had ran away, just like this.
As he started towards his bed, her body moved on its own; her hand shot out and grabbed his arm, stopping him. As he turned around, her brain seemed to have turned off; it was like she didn't know what her body seemed to want. She looked down at her hand that clasped his wrist, barley fitting around the thing. No, she knew what she wanted.
Stepping forward, she closed the gap that was between them and looked up into those baby blues. "I was wondering, since we don't get to spend that much time alone… can we?" She was almost surprised that her voice had started strong, but then she registered the words that were coming out of her and she started to freak.
Like reading her mind, Dean leaned down and gave her what she wanted. A kiss. All of the tension that was in her body seemed to drain away and she felt herself go weak kneed. Right before she started to sway on her feet, he pulled away.
"Is that what you wanted?" He asked with a smirk on his face.
She gave a nod. "Yeah..."
"Want another one?" That devilish smirk appeared on his face again.
Letting her body do the talking, she reached up, wrapped her arm around his neck and stood up on her tip toes. Though when she expected Dean to meet her halfway, he didn't. He didn't even move. He just stood there, looking down at her.
When she pulled slightly on the hands that she had wrapped around his neck, she sighed. "You're going to make me spell it out, aren't you?"
The smirk widened. This was a man who was proud of himself. "How am I supposed to know what you want, if you don't tell me."
As she started to struggle to stay up on her tip toes, Dean quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her up. But that was the only thing he did, he didn't lean down, didn't step into her…nothing. After a few minutes of just standing there staring at each other, she gave in.
"Fine." She sighed. "Yes, I would like another."
"See was that so hard." He said in a deep chuckle as he finally leaned forward.
Chills ran down her back as their lips met again. Each time they kissed she felt herself becoming more and more addicted to the warmth that those kisses sent running down her body. She realized that soon she would be completely lost to it. Soon she wouldn't be able to live without it.
As she felt her head start to spin and her blood start to rush through her veins, Dean stepped closer so that he could get his arms around her better. Then with a smooth movement, he lifted her up so that she was sitting in his arms and her legs were wrapped around his wide waist.
She clung onto on him as Renee's words sunk into her head. Take the opportunity to you know 'get to know' him. How often did she get this chance?
With a bit of hesitation, she unclasped her hands from around his neck and let one of them run along the man's shoulder. Slowly she made her way down his arm until she let it rest on his bicep. As she felt his skin move and roll under her touch, she became fascinated.
Pulling away from the kiss, she dropped her eyes down to her hand and watched as she ran her fingers up and down the exposed skin. Angel was awed by the contrast of their skin; her fingers were small, pale, and delicate while his arm was bronzed, thick, and strong.
As she ran circles around his muscles, she found herself wondering what his skin would taste like. What would it be like to run her tongue over it? Would it be as warm under her tongue as it was under her hands? God, the thought made her bite her bottom lip as her touch made its way over his elbow.
Just as she was about to make her way back up the man's arm, she realized that Dean had grown tense. Pulling herself out of the trance, she leaned back as far as she could in his arms and saw that his eyes were clamped shut and that his jaw was clenched.
"Dean?" She called for him as she tried to wiggle out of his hold, but those strong arms that held her up just grew tighter.
His eyes snapped open. "Don't stop." He said in a grunt.
"But you looked like you were in pain." She said even as her hand returned to his skin
"Far from it." He said as his eyes fluttered close again.
She was going to ask him what he meant, but then the man readjusted his hold and he felt it. She felt him, big and hard against her thigh. "Oh?" Her eyes went wide.
Not even seeming the slightest bit bashful, Dean gave a nod. "I was fighting some urges." He let his head fall forward, laying against her shoulder.
As her hand started to trace his arm again, of its own accord, she heard him give a husky sigh against her neck. And wasn't that the manliest noise that she had ever heard.
Get to know him. "Would you like a massage?"
There wasn't even a moment of hesitation as he turned slightly and let her drop. She let out a small squeal as she felt herself bounce against the end of her bed. Her eyes darted up to the man who had just dropped her as he stepped back and pulled off his shirt.
Her mouth dropped open as he flung it somewhere in the room. "You're the one who offered." Dean reminded her as he stepped around her and practically fell against her bed.
She nodded. "I did." Trying to get her head straight, she turned and watched as he drew his arms up and tucked them under the pillows, making himself right at home.
"Doesn't this bring back memories." He rasped into the pillow.
"Yeah it does." She agreed as she moved so that she was sitting on the side of bed, up near his shoulders. It was almost like Déjà vu of the first time he gave him a shoulder massage when they first met.
And just like the first time she wondered how this attractive man was laying on his stomach waiting for her to touch him. But unlike the last time, the feeling of this had completely changed. Before she was just a manager trying to help her client feel better. But now…now she was a girl trying to get to know the body of a guy that she really liked.
Her eyes locked onto those broad shoulders and her heart started to race. Taking a deep breath, she tried to get as close to him trying to get as close to him as possible; without sitting on him.
Once her leg was flushed against his side, she reached across his body and let her hands land on his shoulders. Instantly, his body seemed to respond to her touch. She could feel his muscles ripple under her hands as she worked her thumbs in small circles.
"Still as good at this as I remembered." Dean grunted as she started to work out a knot.
She laughed. "Just don't fall asleep on me this time."
"No promises."
D.D.D
Dean let out an airy groan as he felt Angel's tender touch move from his shoulders down his back. Her movements were slow and almost hesitant, but he didn't mind. He loved he way that she made sure to trace every muscle, the way she had to lean on him to reach the far side of his back.
As her fingers traced down his spine, he couldn't help but arch up against her touch. How could anything feel this good?
"Dean?"
"Hmm?" He answered as he fixated on the way her fingertips trailed back up to his shoulder blades.
"Where did you get these scars?" She asked as she took two fingers and traced then down where he knew his two long scars were.
"I got them in a match back in my indie days." He answered as she traced them again.
"Must have been a hell of a match." She gave a little giggle.
"It was a barbwire match in Germany." He glanced back at her, to see that her eyes had gone wide and her mouth fell open.
"Barbwire!"
"Yeah, me and the guy that I was fighting were in a 'no ropes' match where we replaced the ropes with barbwire. At one point in the match we ended up getting caught in it so bad that they had to stop the match and cut us out."
Her hands went still, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking of. Though just as he was about to ask her, he felt something tickle his back, making him shiver. Then all of the sudden, something soft and warm that he knew wasn't her hand touched him right on the larger of the two scares before moving to the other. Brows drawn tightly; he turned his head as far as he could to look over his shoulder but all he was able to see was her thick brown hair.
What was she doing? Was she kissing his scars? And why did that make his chest swell?
When he felt her move to sit up, he twisted around, grabbed the back of her head. Not even letting her think, he pulled her forward, making her fall against him as he slammed his lips against hers.
It was a quick, but searing kiss. Like he needed to show her appreciation for the honest reaction she gave to his scares.
"That's a strange massage." He said against her lips. "If you want to touch me, all you have to do is ask. Hell, you don't even need to ask." He smirked as he felt her gasp against him.
"Then…can…can I touch you?"
He blinked, as his body lit up from within. He might have just told her that all she had to do was ask to touch him, but he'd never expected her to really ask or for it to sound soooo seductive. And there was certainly a part of him that was begging to be touched.
Not relying on his voice, he gave his head a nod and went to turn back around to lay on his stomach when she stopped him. "I want…can I touch your front?"
Sweet Jesus. He groaned as he felt all his blood rush south. His 'front' wanted her touch and wanted it badly. Giving himself a quick rearrangement, he flopped onto his back and let his arms stretched up over his head. Anticipation filled him, where was she going to touch him first? His shoulder? His chest? His stomach?
The more he thought about it, the more time seemed to slow down. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm his mind and let his eyes slide close.
As he laid there, he felt the bed move under him and could sense that she was leaning over him. Here it goes…He held his breath as her fingers came down and touched…his nose? His brows drew together as he felt her fingers run down the bridge of his nose. Though as much as it confused him, as her finger trailed down over the tip of his nose and down to his lips; he found the soft touch baffling.
This wasn't what he expected. When most women want to touch him, its more nails ripping down his abs, running tongues along his hips… not this gently running her fingertips along his lips that for some reason had him on more edge.
Over his head, he clenched his hands as she went from his lips down to his chin. She gave an almost agonizingly slow run over his jawline before giving a small chuckle. "You're all scruffy"
"I didn't get to shave tonight." He hated how airy his voice sounded.
Chuckling again, she gave a small push making him turn his head so that he was looking away from her. Before he could even wonder what she was doing, his whole body surged as something touched his ear.
When the hell did my ear get so sensitive? He wondered as he could feel her playing with his earring. Though it wasn't just his ear, his whole body seemed to be hypersensitive tonight. And it was overwhelming. He could feel each strain of her hair that softly skimmed over his chest, arms and stomach, god was anything this maddening?
His eyes snapped open as a deep groan broke through his body as he felt her lips touched his neck. Not able to turn his head back, all he could do was hyper focus on the small butterfly kisses that traveled down from his ear. With each one, he felt her grow more confident. By the time she reached his collarbone, she was giving him little nips along with those sweet kisses.
When she stopped, he missed the contact. However, he didn't have to miss it for long as her lips were suddenly replaced with her fingers once again. All ten of them started down his chest, to his stomach; going pianistically slow over ever ab. Just as she reached hip territory, her hands shot back up to his chest, only to repeat the same delicious torture over and over. Just like with her kisses, she grew more confident with each pass, each time her fingers went a little lower until he could feel them trace traced over the very top of his jeans.
He was trying to let her have her fun, let her explore. He had a feeling that this was her first time doing something like this. But as she made her next pass, he was already clenching his nails into the palms of his hands.
When she reached the waistband of his jeans, he let out the breath that he was holding. This was the second time she had made it this far and honestly, he wasn't expecting much more. However, much to his surprise he felt as she slid one of her fingers just under his waistband.
His hand shot and grabbed her wrist pulling her hand away from him.
"Dean?" She questioned as their eyes met.
Seeming to have lost his mind, he didn't answer her, instead he flipped them over so that she was the one laying on her back with him leaning over her. "Having fun?"
"I…I was." He was almost surprised that she admitted it, but then there was no reason for her to lie. He could tell.
"Well." He rasped as he snaked his hand under her shirt pushing it up so that her stomach was completely uncovered. "My turn." He said trying not to get lost in the felling of her soft skin under his hand. "You're not the only one that wants to have fun."
Dean glanced down to her stomach and smiled as he realized how much his hand took up of her. God, she had driven him mad and she didn't even know it. But she will. He told himself as he started to rub his thumbs in small circles on her sternum.
When a small noise that wasn't quite a gasp came from her, he looked back up into her face and was hit with the urge to kiss her. Not bothering to fight it, he leaned forward and took her lips. And he didn't relinquish them until he felt Angel's hands pushing against his chest.
Sitting up slightly, he cocked his head at her as she said. "Breathing is a thing."
As he sat there watching the woman trying to catch her breath, he couldn't wait to get his lips back on her. Settling for her jawline, he leaned down and started to leave kisses there. Her skin was warm under his lips as he started to run up toward her ear, and her body started to squirm just like he wanted her too.
As he gave her a tentative nip to her flesh, the most cock hardening moan he had ever heard came from woman under him; at the same time her hands shot up from the bed and grabbed on to him. He only pulled away just long enough to make sure to take a mental note of where he was kissing.
If she didn't have to be up close and personal with fans this week, he would have set in on that spot until he gave her a nice mark that she surly would yell at him later for. Next time.
Although he had to set aside those plans for some other time, he continued his attack on her neck. Making his way down to her the collar of her shirt. Taking the fabric in between his teeth he gave it a pull and let out a snarl; the thing was in his way. He wanted it off but knew that Angel might become timid if he asked or just ripped the thing off.
She's different than the others. He reminded himself. He had to work her up to it. Make her crave it as much as he did. To do just that, he made his way back up her neck; paying special attention to the spot he found earlier all while he started to move the hand that he had still sitting on her stomach.
He slid it over to her side, give it a little squeeze before he slowly traveled upwards. Testing the waters, he ran the tip of his forefinger slightly over the swell of her breast and when she didn't tense up or tell him to stop, he took that as a sign.
Fuck it.
A.A.A
Angel gasped as Dean's callused palm cup her breast, fully. Before she could even react, he gave her a strong stroke over her nipple and her mind went blank. Never before had her breast, her nipples felt this sensitive. She always questioned how some woman loved to have their breast played with, but now she couldn't stop herself from arch up towards him as her nipples hardened almost painfully.
"So soft." She could have sworn she heard him hum against her neck. But she wasn't sure. She couldn't think. All she knew was the feelings that were traveling through her body. The chills, the heat.
Though suddenly everything stopped, and she felt him pull away from her. Just barely stopping the whimper that was fighting at her lips, she let her eyes flutter open as she felt the bed move around her. That whimper died in her throat as her mouth fell open. Dean had moved so that he was straddling her, knees on either side of her own.
He sat back on his hunches and she could have sworn that she saw his eyes darkened just as he leaned down and gave her a desperate kiss.
"Sit up." His voice rasped against her. She did what she was told and sat up as much as she could with him leaning over her. Instantly his hands were at the bottom of her shirt, pulling up. "Shirt. Off. Now."
As she sat there trying to comprehend what he just asked her to do, the air was knocked from her lungs as he kneaded her breasts. That lovely friction sent waves down her body until she couldn't think anymore.
"Angel." His voice sounded almost like it was dripping, dripping with something that she wanted.
"Hm?"
She heard him give a hearty chuckle. "Your shirt."
"What about it?" She asked mindlessly.
"I can give you more of this, if you take it off."
More? There was more? How could there be more then this? She wondered as Dean rolled her nipple under his thumb making her cry out.
Right now, she'd give anything for more, just as long as he didn't stop. As if reading her mind, he did indeed stop. She knew that she didn't hid her disappointment as she looked at the man sitting above her.
"How about it then?" He cocked a brow at her. Biting her lip, she gave a quick nod of her head.
A smirk came to Dean's face as he pulled her shirt up once again, this time, she raised her hands over her head. As Dean pulled the shirt up over her head and arms, she couldn't stop the blush that appeared. She could feel his eyes on her chest and for some reason it both made her nervous and excited. She never found herself wondering what someone thought of her breasts but there was a first thing for everything.
When finally, her shirt was removed completely, Angel dropped her arms and covered her chest. "Hey now." Dean shook his head as he pulled her arms away. "If you're just going to hide, there was no reason to take the shirt off."
Though she did let him move her arms, she clenched her eyes close and held her breath. Waiting for him to do or say anything. Waiting for something, anything. But nothing happened and her curiosity got the better of her.
Letting her eyes open once again, she was greeted by Dean staring at her face with a smirk that would drop anyone to their knees. She cursed those gorgeous dimples that were in full effect right now. Trying to rip her eyes from them, she looked up into his eyes and gasped. There was unimaginable warmth in them; no not warmth, heat, fire. She couldn't describe it; but she wanted it.
Slowly she watched as Dean reached out, but much to her surprise he grasped the back of her head and pulled her in for another soul burning kiss. As she grabbed onto him, trying to get closer and closer to that heat that he promised, she didn't realize that he was pressing her back until she hit the bed.
As she melted back in the soft mattress, Dean's mouth suddenly started down her neck; just like before, only this time there wasn't anything to stop him. Was he going to do it? She asked herself as she let her eyes close as she felt those little kisses and nips traveled down to her chest. Talk about anticipation. Her brain was only fixated on each inch he got closer.
"Angel." His voice was muffled against her skin. "Are you waiting for something?" He asked placing a kiss to her sternum.
"N-no…not really."
Just then a spark of pleasure shot through her as she felt his thumb run over her aching nipple. "No?" He taunted her.
"No…" She tried to sound confident as she looked up at him.
"We can stop right now." He said giving her a hard look. "Stop and go to bed." Stop? She wanted anything but that. She wanted this, needed this.
Though she didn't know how to tell him. Didn't know what to say or do. So, she said the only thing that she could think of. "Please."
She thought a she saw a look of shock appear on Dean's face for just a moment before that knee weakening smirk came back. "Please what?"
She let out a groan of frustration as he pulled way, cold air sunk between them. Why was he doing this? He knew what she was asking for, she knew he knew. He also knew that it wasn't easy for her to ask…he was playing with her. "Dean."
"Yes?" He raised a brow and wasn't that just the sexiest thing.
"I-I wanted more."
His smirk turned into a blind blowing smile as he leaned back down and gave a lick on her lips. Instantly and without thought she parted them and greeted him with a lick of her own. "More it is then, darling."
D.D.D.
Dean felt almost dumbfounded as he stared down at Angel's body. Did he think her innocent before? Yeah, but that was before he had her under him, squirming, moaning, asking for him to do more to her. He had to scoff at the word innocent, this girl was a minx who got him all sorts of fucked up.
Adjusting himself for like twentieth him tonight, he sat back in on her lips. Greedily taking everything that she was giving him, everything. He ran his hand up her stomach once more before going straight for her completely exposed, stunning, lovely breasts.
He gave her a slightly harder squeeze then he'd meant to, but when he went to pull away to apologies for it, her hands shot up and gripped his shoulders. Keeping him there. Fuck me.
She gave her bottom lip a small bite as he did pull free from her hold, but not to stop like she feared. He didn't dare to. With a strong run of his tongue, he started from her ear all the way down to her collar bone only stopping to suck on his new favorite spot.
When he got to where her shirt was just moments ago, he looked up at her before nuzzling the spot between her pert breasts. "You still want more, darling?" She nodded her head.
Taking a deep breath, he opened his hand so that he could kneed her breast at the same time as he took her nipple into his mouth. Her body jackhammered off the bed, her hips undulated up towards his, and he couldn't help but meet her.
"Dean." His name rolled so deliciously over her tongue that it made him groan and suck harder on her already throbbing peak. Again. He commanded in his mind. He wanted to hear his name against her lips again and again until she couldn't speak.
Thoughts seemed to wash from his mind as he released her poor nipple that he had been abusing with his tongue and teeth. Only to give the same treatment to the other one.
But she had asked for more and that was just what he was going to give her. Lazily he traveled downwards, leaving little kisses over her stomach until he reached the waistband of her sweats.
Then…her body tensed and her hands shot out to stop him.
"I…um…I." Her voice shook, shaking him from his thoughts. "I've never…"
He blinked as realization hit him. "You've never had a man go down on you?" Red hit her face so fast that he thought she was going to be dizzied from the rush of blood; however, she did give him a small nod.
Why did it fill him with pride that he was going to be the first man to taste her? Maybe he was crazy. More like, she was driving him crazy.
"I've…I've only been with one guy…" She gave a snort. "… and let's just say we broke up two days later." Dean found his blood starting to boil as he thought about the man that had hurt her like that. I'll kill him. "I just don't want you do be disappointed."
Disappointed? In what? In her? There was no fucking way he was going to be disappointed in her. He raked his eyes up and down the woman that was laid out in front of him like a feast. What was there to be disappointed about, she was so beautiful that her name fit her better than most knew.
"That 'guy' was a fool not to see what he had in front of him." He told her. "To be disappointed in an angel…" He gave a kiss to her stomach and ran his hands up her body, worshiping her. As her body responded so sweetly to him, he couldn't help but smirk. What a fool.
Dean ran a hand back down and laid it down on her hip. "Angel?" When those hazel eyes landed on him, he fought to find the words that were just on the tip of his tongue. He wasn't a sap. Normally he would just say fuck me, suck me. and that was that…but now?
Just call me sappy, sap Mcsap. "Angel… I want to show you how much of a fucking idiot any man would be to give you up."
A.A.A.
Angel's heart stopped as she stared down at the male that was resting between her legs. Dean Ambrose, the ladies' man of the Shield…was looking up at her with such need that she could just sigh.
Though her thoughts were brought back to reality as she felt him give a little tug of her sweats. She knew that that meant, just like with her shirt, he wanted them off. When she didn't say anything, Dean grabbed the sides of her pants and began to pull them down as far as they would go.
He didn't move her in any way to continue taking the sweats off, instead he held down the front as far as he could before leaning in a giving her a kiss to her newly exposed skin.
The air was knocked from her lungs as she stared down at him, he was so gentle, so warm, and he promised her more. Biting her lip and drawing in the biggest breath she could muster, she lifted her own hips from the bed.
Dean's eyes shot up to her before he gave a noise that sounded like he was approving her boldness. Then he expertly took off her sweats in one fluid movement and tossed them away.
Just as she was about to ball herself up to escape from the rush of cold, his rough hands clamped onto her legs. Keeping her in her spot. He pulled on her legs up towards his face and ran his stubbly cheek against her.
"I could come in my jeans just by looking at you." He rasped.
As something ran against the only thing left to cover body, her panties, her head fell back. When did breathing become so hard?
"And it looks like you could come just by me doing this." Another shot of pleasure ran up though her.
"Dean."
"Don't worry darling, I'll give you more than just that." He chuckled.
Who was this man? This couldn't be Dean Ambrose? It couldn't be. She always thought that Dean was good looking, sexy as hell. But this man, this man looked like a god of virility, whose words were like heavenly fire as they shot through her, warming her to the core.
A gasp was pushed from her as she felt his hot breath hit her cotton covered sex. Her body rocked as her eyes shot up to watch as Dean ran his nose over her underwear. He then flashed her a toe-curling smirk.
"Do you want more?" He flashed her a toe-curling smirk.
Did she want more? "Yes."
"Good." He said as his eyes locked on her. As if in slow motion, she watched as the man leaned in. And when his mouth finally met her panties, she couldn't stop the airy scream that came from her.
She could feet him licking and nuzzling her through the cotton and it was divine.
Throwing her head back, she felt her body tense up and melt all in the right places.
A growl like noise ripped from the man between her legs and then her underwear was ripped from her body.
"Oh god!" She inhaled as he gave her a strong lick that did a number on her nervous system.
"Fuck me." He gritted through his teeth before he gave another long drawn out lick.
Gone was the god with the silver tongue. The man that was between her thigh now, licking, nipping, and sucking at her flesh was a beast. A broken, desperate beast that snarled as her legs drew together by themselves.
She could feel as his rough palm pressed hard against one of her knees, while the other one was used to spread her open so that he could devour her more.
Never before had she felt pleasure like this. Never before had she felt this bare. She felt like she was going mad. One moment her mind was racing but the next it was completely empty of everything other than the pleasure that he, that Dean was giving her.
When she rolled her head on the pillow, she felt as her hair fall over her body. She could feel every last strain as it kicked her sensitive skin and trailed over her breast.
"Angel." Dean's hot breath hit her.
"Huh?"
"Move your hair for me." He ordered.
"Why?"
"I want to see your beautiful tits." He said ever blunt, as his voice sounded rougher then she had ever heard it. "I wanna see them bouncing while I... pleasure you." He nipped at her clitoris. "And my hands are kind of busy, so if you would be so kind."
Her brows drew together. His hands were busy?
She could still feel the one that held her legs apart but the other seemed to have disappeared from her body. What was he doing? She glanced down at the him and her eyes widened. Both his hands were in fact busy. Her mouth dropped open as her eyes locked onto the rhythmic movements of his left arm.
Was he? No. He couldn't be. But he was. He was masturbating while he…while he…"Oh god!" Her head rolled back against the bed again as pleasure surged through her already overwhelmed body.
"Do you like that?" He asked, sounding like he was in pain? "Do you like the idea… that I'm stroking myself… while my mouth is on you?" A broken grunt came from him. "You don't have…to answer…I already know…I can feel…you get wetter."
Angel knew that if she was in the right mind, she would have smacked him and threw a pillow over her face from her embarrassment, but she wasn't in her right mind. All she could think about was that mouth that was on her and rhythmic moving that she was now oh too aware of.
Tightness. Warmth.
"Dean?" She arched her body up.
"Just let go." He told her against her flesh.
She was frantic to. The tightness in her was so overwhelming she desperately needed it to go away. Need it to release.
Wedging her hells into the bed, Angel arched herself up even more. It was starting to feel like there was a coil in her body that was going to snap at any moment. And it only grew taunted with each lick of his tongue. Each breath against her core. Each groan that vibrated through the both of them.
Just as she thought she was going to burst, the hand that was on her thigh moved. Then there was a pleasant but shocking pressure at her opening. Before she could pull herself out of the wonderful fog and comprehend what was going on her. Her body surged with a sudden feeling of being filled.
A rush of searing heat washed through her and overwhelmed her. "Dean…"
"Come for me." He told her still lapping her. "Let me taste it."
Snap. "Dean! Oh!" Her cries were muffled by Dean's hand.
D.D.D
Dean groaned as he tried to his hardest to contort himself so that he could cover her mouth to quiet her screams and also keep his mouth on her so that he could continue to taste her mouthwatering orgasm as it washed through her.
His own release was taunting him at the very top of his shaft as he worked himself with his hand, hard.
When he knew that she was spent, he relinquished his prize and let her legs fall close as her body gave another heave. However, as soon as he realized that she had been slated, his entire body tensed waiting for his turn.
Pleasure racked his body like never before. His breaths more labored now then during any match he had ever fought. Soon the pressure in his cock couldn't be denied.
The stroke of his hand grew faster and harder.
Just barely able to hold back, he looked down at Angel and his heart launched itself in his chest. Her eyes were half lidded as she looked up at him, her plump red lips open as she tried to catch her breath. Her skin was still damp and pink from her own release.
They stared at each other for a moment, then the wheels in her head seemed to start turning and her eyes dropped from her face to the hand that was on his cock and that was it.
Under her gaze, he let out a chest breaking grunt as he came.
Powerful thrusts of his own pleasure rolled through him until he could no longer hold himself up. Falling forward, his chest heaved as he rolled over onto his side. He let the waves rush through him as he tried to set his mind right.
Once he finally got his body to move again, he quickly pulled his boxers up, groaning as the fabric ran over his hypersensitive cock, pushed himself up onto his shaking arms and looked down at Angel once more.
Somewhere in his bliss, the woman had rolled herself into a ball and grabbed a pillow to cuddle with. Too cute. Smiling he maneuvered himself so that he could push himself to his feet and…his hand landed in something cold, wet, and sticky.
Letting out a sigh, he wiped his hand off on the bedding; cleaning off what he knew was his own spending. "Great."
Angel gave a groan as she moved slightly in the bed, her foot landing right next to the same puddle.
Well there was no way he was going to let her lay in this mess.
Quickly he rushed his way into the bathroom, cleaned himself, before he came out with a towel for her. Slowly he walked over to the side of the bed and gave her a small shake.
"…What?" Angel yawned as she woke slightly.
"I brought you a towel, do you want to clean yourself up?"
"Huh?" Her eyes slowly fell as if she couldn't keep them open.
Dean sighed. "It's not good to have you sleeping like this." He mumbled to himself, knowing that she wasn't listened. "Angel," he called louder trying to wake her once more. "Fine then I'm going to clean you."
A lovely sleepy murmur came from her, and he took that as permission. Moving her around he opened those pale legs of hers and swiped her clean from her own release. Once he was satisfied, he gathered her up in his arms.
"Dean…" She gripped his shoulders clearly realizing that she was being moved.
"Go back to sleep." He told her as he carried her to the other bed, his bed.
Her hazel eyes ran around almost blindingly. "What are you doing?"
"Didn't think you wanted to sleep in the other bed, since it's now messy and wet from what we just did."
She was so tired she couldn't even stop the blush that quickly worked up her face.
"We're sleeping in the same bed?" She yawned.
"Unless you don't want to." He said as he placed her down on the bed. That innocent part of her slowly was coming back. He almost couldn't believe that's she was worried about sleeping with him after he had just tongued her until she came. Then afterwards she watched him as he stroked himself until he did the same.
"I-I…I want to." A small smile appeared on her face.
Dean pulled back and his eyes ranked over her naked body. "Alright, but first we…we need to get you clothes." He said as his spent member seemed to start to twitch. Yep getting her…He looked down at himself. And I, some clothes would be good.
Quickly Dean worked through her bag, pulling out another pair of underwear, and then looked around the room to find the t-shirt and sweats that he had thrown about the room.
After helping the sleepy girl get back into her clothes and put her under the covers, he grabbed a pair of sweats for himself.
Shaking his head once more, he looked at the woman that laid on the far side of the bed from him. An uneasy feeling hit him. This was going to be the first time that he was going to get into the bed with a woman, after doing anything sexually with them.
The weird part was as he was about to jump into the bed and get under the covers with her, he felt elated. There wasn't his normal claustrophobic feeling, or his itchy need to move. No, just a small content feeling that warmed his chest.
Without the slightly hint of hesitation, he got into the bed. In fact, not only did he get under the covered with her. He pulled her to his chest.
As if that was the switch, he let out a yawn and let his eyes closed.
BrookeWorm3: I love the masks! Is this enough alone time? I hope you liked this chapter.
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Skovko: She's getting better on the camera. And I didn't know that about the mask...that gives me an idea. OH and I hope you liked this chapter
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Canadice: Was this interaction good enough? I hope so.
MissyMoxy: I love the masks too! I hope you like this chapter and yes the two of them are finding it harder and harder to keep their hands off each other.
Fallen1987: Well I hope nothing soiled from you sitting on the floor reading my story. I'm really glad that you like it and I hope you continue to.
ClariLpz: Was this enough Angel/Dean action? And to answer your question, when I found out I cried a little but then I realized that no matter what this man does as long as he's happy then that's all the fans can ask for. And I loved his promo with EC3!