Welcome to Chapter Eighty Six! This one was hard to write I hope you like it. I hope it makes since, I hope everything came out right.
Monday Night Raw: June 9, 2014
That ticking time bomb's fuse was just about to run out.
As Angel watched Dean pace through the backstage area, she let out a sigh. The man hadn't said a word since they arrived in Minneapolis. Well that's wasn't true, he had said something, something that she couldn't quite make out. It was as he was getting dressed, he had pulled out his Shield gear out of his bag and mumbled something under his breath as he glared at the patch that sat on the left peck.
"You sure we have ring time?" Roman asked as he strapped up his gauntlet.
Angel turned her attention to the man and nodded. "Yep, right after RybAaxel vs Goldust and R-Truth."
The first thing she did when they walked into the building was match right up to Vickie Guerrero and beg for a in ring spot. Well not so much begged, more like threatened that either she was going to give them the time or they would just take it. She felt bad for using Dean as a weapon to get what she wanted but she didn't see another way of doing it.
"Did you see Dean at all since what happened? No, well let me tell you the man has lost it and he's willing to do anything to get his hands on Seth…Anything."
But hey it worked. And it was worth seeing Vickie almost shit her pants.
"Show is starting in five minutes." Someone yelled through the hallway.
D.D.D
The show was about to start, which only meant one thing to him; he was one step closer to getting his hands on Seth. And when the time came, nothing was going to stop him. As soon as he sees that man's smug ass face, he was going to make good on his promise to Angel and rearrange it.
Not bothering to hide away in a dark corner this time, Dean looked around the busy always and took in all the sounds of the show starting. And what do you know the show started with the Authority coming out. Because of course it did. It's their show, they can do whatever the fuck they wanted.
As he heard Hunter and Stephanie talk about how Daniel Bryan wasn't cleared to wrestle and how he was going to have to vacate the WWE Heavy World Championship; he gritted his teeth and pounded his fist together.
He knew that some part of him should be interested in the fact that there was going to be a Monday in the Bank ladder match for the title, but he didn't. Not unless I can smash Seth's face in with either the title or a ladder.
"You know and another thing. How many times did I tell you adapt or perish?"
Dean's head snapped towards the closest TV as the two words that he had grown to hate came out of Hunter's mouth. "But yet you all want to come out here the last couple months and say 'The Shield beat Evolution. Oh, the Shield, they're so great.'" He mocked the fans. "Oh really? Adapt or Perish. Seth Rollins adapted…"
"That's not what I could call it." He growled.
"The Shield well look for yourself…"
Anger built up even more as the video package of what happened last week started. "Fuck this." He mumbled to himself as he started to pace up and down the all again. He didn't need to watch, for he had his own first-person video package that played in his head on a loop.
However, as much as he tried to tune out the video, he couldn't; his mind seemed to latch onto it. Fixated on the sounds of the purposely loudened chair shots. Each time the noise rang out, the muscles in his back flared and twitched as if he was being hit again.
Though then came the sound that he had been trying to push from his mind all week, the sound of Angel crying out in pain. Dean couldn't stand the way they echoed it or played it over top of the almost ethereal sounding music.
Why wait until its our turn in the ring? Dean asked himself as he gave his neck a crack. I should just go down there and beat the shit out of Hunter while Stephine watches. That was she knew at least a little bit of what Angel had to go through. However it wouldn't be the same, because he was at least slightly better then Seth in the since that he wouldn't dare hit the woman.
"I don't know about all of you, but I believe in Seth Rollins." Hunter's voice knocked him back out of his own head. "Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns, and I guess Angel Miles… tonight what is left of the once dominate Shield will whimper to the end. Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns tonight you will step into this ring in six-man tag team match against Bray Wyatt and the Wyatt family."
"Great." He heard Angel sigh. "A random match that I knew nothing about…what else is new."
"I'm going to go out on limb here and say that it's going to tough to find a partner in that locker room, locker room that they had ran roughshod over for the last two year. So, this is probably more like a handicap match."
Dean shook his head at the screen. Hunter thought he knew what he was doing; he thought that he was sending them out there to be slaughtered by the Wyatts, but what he was really doing was sending the Wyatts out there to be punching bags.
At this point neither Roman nor he cared about who won in this match. All they cared about was taking out some of the aggression that was building inside them. And being able to take it out on the Wyatts was a plus. It wasn't as good as pounding Seth in the face, but it was second best.
"Ladies and gentlemen take out your cell phones get really, tonight you will witness history as the Shield whimpers into extinction. Seth Rollins adapted and tonight the Shield perish."
"Perish?" Dean cocked his head. "When will he learn that they can't kill us that easy."
Dean felt the heavy hand clap on his back. "He'll learn it tonight." Roman agreed.
A.A.A.
"Alright, Roman it's all settled, you're going to be part of the campaign." Angel said as she pocketed her phone. Part way though the Sheamus verses BNB match, she received a phone call from WWE public relations asking if Roman wanted to join and the man couldn't have been happier. Which wasn't surprising seeing how much of a family man he was.
However now that everything was taken care of, Roman seemed not to be paying any attention to what she was saying, both he and Dean were standing there staring at the TV.
Curiosity got the better of her and she walked over to see what they were watching so intensely. She knew it wasn't Seth because they would have taken off to find the man as soon as he came on the screen.
She peeked over Dean's shoulder and she almost wished that it was Seth.
"The Shield used to refer to themselves as the most dominate force in our universe." Bray Wyatt laughed as he looked into the camera. "That isn't the way I remember it. They fell victim to the faults of man, their lust and greed and valor for glory led them right now into the pit where they belong. And tonight, they'll burn for it, for I am no man. I am reborn. Our bond can never be broken, and our urges can never be satisfied."
"Follow the Buzzards."
Chills went up her spine as the show went on. "I didn't think we would be under his gaze again so soon."
"Don't worry about, darling." Dean stated as he threw his arm around her. "I'll claw his eyes out if he even looks at you." Another chill went down her back, this time it was due to the tone in Dean's voice.
"I-I don't doubt you will."
She would believe any threat he made in that voice.
…
As time grew closer to their moment in the ring. Angel's emotions started to peak as she tired to figure out what she wanted to say to Seth. Though the only thing that came to her mind was why and how? Why did he do what he did? And how would he do it? How could he just end a friendship as strong as his with Dean and Roman.
"Shield we need you at the top." A crew member called for them.
"Be right there." She called back as she hopped off the travel create that she was sitting on. Taking a deep breath, she turned her attention to Roman and Dean who were both leaning against wall seeming to be in their own heads. "You ready?"
"Yeah." Roman said as Dean nodded his head.
From the start of the show to now, Dean had gone back to not speaking which worried her. Dean had always been a talker, no matter how angry he had been before. Yeah, it was mostly trash talk and swearing but it was something. So, when he was quiet like this it was truly frightening.
They followed the crew member up to the top entrance and Angel couldn't help the weird feeling that washed over her as she realized that there weren't four people dressed in all black. The thought pulled on her heartstrings. In just a week so much have changed and each time she noticed even the littlest of things it would make her even more angry at Seth.
"Shield is arriving at top entrance." She heard the crew member call into their walky talky. "Cue up Shield's theme."
She could hear the deep breaths that echoed from both Dean and Roman as they prepared to hear the Shield's theme for the first time without Seth.
Though when the music started up it wasn't the Shield's theme song, it was 3MB.
Everyone at the top was confused on why the wrong theme song played that was until they heard a voice over the crew members walky talky say something about 3MB was cleared to go to the ring and say something before the Shield came down.
"What the hell do those wannabe wrestles have to say?" Dean asked as he poured his water over his head.
"Something stupid that's for sure." Roman answered him.
Angel stepped into the doorway so she could hear what was going on in the ring. As the lights dimmed for just a second to say that they were going to commercial, Angel crouched down to watch 3MB making their way into the ring.
"They look cocky." She said as she felt a presence come up behind her. She looked back to see Dean had joined her in the doorway.
"They have to be to make us wait."
As the music died down Heath Slater brought the mic up with a smirk on his face. "Well, well the Shield was supposed to be out here to talk. But that's not what we do."
"Play our music." Dean growled. "NOW!"
Well Roman turned out right, they did come out to say something stupid. In fact, they said probably the stupidest thing they would ever say at the moment.
"We don't come out here just to talk we…"
The Shield's theme echoed through the speakers and the crowd went nuts.
"I'm going to show you what we do." Dean mumbled to himself as he started down the steps.
Angel tried her hardest to keep up to Dean who was practically running down the steps. HIs attention was locked onto the three men in the ring to the point that he didn't stop to help her over the barricade. Which she wasn't really surprised about.
As she was about to try and conquer the barricade on her own a fan called out to her. "Angel, here! Use my chair." He said as he stepped out of the way.
She smiled sweetly at the man as he moved the chair right up against the barricade. "Thank you." She said as she used it as a step.
Meeting up with both Dean and Roman, she patted both men on the back. "Have Fun."
No time was wasted as they got into the ring and the brawl between teams started. Dean took Slater and Roman had both McIntyre and Mahal on him.
As she cursed Seth once more, Angel sat herself down on the steel steps and watched as they boys went to town. Though the number game wasn't on their side, Angel knew that it wasn't going to be a problem. The anger that poured out of the two men made up for it.
While Dean laid out Slater in the ring, Roman brought the fight to the outside. Angel shifted in her spot, ready for her seat to be turned into a weapon at any time as she watched Roman punch Mahal against the barricade. That was until Drew McIntyre stepped in and put a stop to it.
However, all Drew was able to do was get two good hits before Dean ripped himself away from slater and launched himself off the apron at the man, sending both of them spiraling to the floor.
Quick as his body hit the floor, Dean jumped up onto his feet. And just like that 3MB was on the ground while the two members of the Shield were standing tall.
Though the carnage didn't stop as both Dean and Roman grabbed Drew's arms and pulled him to his feet. Using both their strength, they sent the Scottish man into and over the barrier that was supposed to protect the timekeeper's area from the action.
With Drew disposed of, they turned their attack onto Jinder Mahal. Treating him to almost the same punishment as they flung him into the barricade.
The crowd cheered, they were loving that they got to see the more ruthless part of Dean and Roman. In fact, they cheered harder when Dean hurled himself at Drew McIntyre who was getting his feet.
Angel watched as they two men's bodies fell to the floor, hitting against chairs and equipment without a care in the world.
"Your boyfriend is crazy." She heard a voice come from behind her.
Turning around she saw Health Slater, using the apron to get to his feet. Shrugging her shoulders, she gave the man a smirk. "You haven't seen nothing yet."
Panic filled the man's eyes as she slowly began to back away.
"Was it something I said?" She asked as she watched him walk backwards towards the ramp. As Slater 'tried' to get his teammates to join to him, she noticed a blur making its way through the crowd. Just as Slater got to the top of the ramp, Roman came out of nowhere and Speared the man before doing his battle cry that the whole arena copied.
"Ring time, baby." Dean patted her on the leg as he walked past her on the stairs.
Nodding, she stood up and followed him. She watched carefully as Dean gave his neck those erratic cracks and rolled his shoulder a few times.
Roman quickly joined them in the ring and gave Dean a fist bump. Dean nodded his head at the man as he walked into the middle of the ring. He took a deep breath. "Get a hold of yourself, Ambrose." His voice was shaky "You got this. Everything ok, everything is fine." He patted himself on the cheek like he was trying to clear his head.
Though even as she watched him try to cool down, Angel could see the anger that was still building. It was like just standing in the ring was making everything worse. Which it probably was. There was something about being out in the ring in front of the crowd that had a way of amplifying everything you were feeling, for better or worse.
Even she was starting to feel its effects as she looked out at the cheering crowd. She saw signs that said, 'I Still Believe in the Shield', 'Why Seth Why', 'Seth sold out', one even said 'I'd take the chair shot for Angel'. Each one reminded her why they were in this ring, reminded her of the pain that they went through. Reminded her of the pain that they were still going through.
"The Shield was untouchable." Dean's voice echoed through the arena making the cheering crowd die down to hear what he was saying. "And we will go down in the history books as one of the greatest groups in sports entertainment ever." He punctuated by smacking Roman on the chest.
"Ever." Roman nodded.
Moving up to stand next to the man, she could see that Dean was fighting with himself to keep his cool as he tried to continue on. "We dominated WWE, we beat everybody…" He stopped and gave a small sour sounding snicker. "even Evolution."
Emotions flooded his face as he started to fidget; taping and playing with the mic as he spoke. "But we weren't healthy, we had a cancer inside of us, little did we know, and that cancer's name…that cancer's name was Seth Rollins."
A cold air rushed around the ring at the mention of Seth.
Shriving at the feeling, Angel turned towards Dean and instantly knew he was losing the battle to say calm. Trying to help keep his mind in the present, she reached out and grabbed his arm.
His head snapped down and those darkened eyes locked onto her, as if he was trying to figure out who she was and what she was doing before. Recognition came to his face as his free hand came up and rested on hers.
"History is full of people like you Seth, every person in this building knows someone like you Seth. The kind of person that would STAB HIS BROTHER in the back. A suck up, who would sell out to the Authority." He looked as if he was looking right at Seth through the lens of the camera. "Now when I get the opportunity to rearrange your face, which I will,"
Angel let the hand that was on his arm drop as he stepped up closer to the camera. "Your nose isn't going to be here anymore…" He said pointing to his own nose. "it's going to be over here by your ear. I say ear because you're only going to have one left. I'm going rip your dirty, STINKING HAIR OUT BY THE ROOTS, I'm going to stuff it in your mouth. There's will be plenty of room where your teeth used to be."
Angel found herself taken back by the almost gruesome depiction that he had just told the whole world. She knew he said that he was going to rearrange his face so that she wouldn't recognize it but for some reason hearing the nasty words leave his mouth made threat seem all the more real.
"SETH ROLLINS!" He started to pound his own hand against his chest. "My bortha, you are scum. And we are looking forward to what that scum has to say tonight. We want you to stand out here in front of the whole world and lie through your teeth. We want you to stand out here in this ring in front of the whole world and we want them to hear Triple H's words come out of your mouth. We're going to listen to every word of it and then we're going to be the hell out of you." Angel jumped slightly as Dean smacked the mic out of his own hand.
She glanced from the mic to the man who was walking around rolling his shoulder. For a split second and he could see something click in his mind before he quickly picked up the mic and handed it to her.
"Sorry, darlin'" He smirked at her. "Forgot that I wasn't the only one who had something to say." He put his hand over the mic and pushed it down to that it wouldn't pick up his voice. "Let yourself go, don't think about what you're saying, just say it."
Angel nodded as she took a deep breath and brought the mic to her mouth.
"You know, I've been trying to figure out what I would say the moment I got on the mic and I still haven't figured it out. The only thing that I could think of is the question that is on everyone's mind. Why Seth?" She looked at all the signs that read the same thing.
"But then I started to think about it, I don't really care why. It doesn't matter what his meaning for this is. Just the fact that he could do it at all makes him filth. Just the fact that he could stand in this ring with us and celebrate a hard fought victory one night and the next turn around and side with the very men who we were waring again means that he the most selfish person that I've ever known."
Tears start to brim in her eyes, but she pushed through them. Don't think just say. She told herself. "Seth, I can normally forgive a lot of things. In fact, I'm the type of person who will apologize for something I didn't do. I take what I'm given and say thank you as I'm walked over. But Seth, you know the ONE thing I can't forgive? That's the fact that you made me stand here and watch as you betrayed and hurt two people that I care about immensely. I had to stand there and watch as you hurt one of my closest friends! I had to stand there and watch…as you took a chair and broke it over the back of the man I love, and I cannot forgive that…."
Her words trailed off as the words that she just said finally reached her. The man I love?
Did she really just say, 'the man I love'? Oh god, did she just basically say say that she loved Dean? No. She couldn't have. Why would she? They had only known each other for about five months, dating for even less. How could she already be in love already? Sure, she cared about the man, more than anything but love…
I'm in love with Dean Ambrose. The realization hit her hard as a ton of bricks. And I just admitted it on live TV.
She could feel the panic attack start up as her heart started to pound in her chest, her arms and legs started to tingle like they were going numb, and a fog started to take over her brain. With the last bit of sanity that she had left, she looked around the ring hoping, praying that no one else heard but judging by the way Dean and Roman were both looking at her, they had.
Her heart picked up even more as she squeezed her free hand together so tight, she could feel her nails cutting into her palm.
Shit!
Dean noticed. He knew! Oh god, what was she going to do? What could she say to him? What was he going to say to her?
Without even realizing it the mic was slipped from her hand.
"Seth, you committed the most unforgivable sin." She heard Roman say. "You're the scum of the Earth. There's things that you don't do in live; you don't tug on superman's cape, you don't piss in the wind, and you don't stab your friends in the back…."
Taking a deep breath, Angel tired her hardest to focus on what Roman was staying. Tried to keep up the tough persona that the Shield was known for. Tried to let the anger that had just been boiling up inside her take over again, anything to stop the blind panic that was washing over her.
But as hard as she tried, she couldn't do it. She couldn't get her mind off the words that slipped out of her mouth. The man I love.
Her mind was so far gone that she didn't even realize that the promo was done until she was being ushered backstage.
Stumbling over her own two feet, she passed through the curtains to the gorilla.
"Angel?"
Hearing her name, she instinctively turned around and looked for the person calling her, only for her eyes to land on Dean. As she looked up into those blue eyes, panic gripped her once more and she started to hyperventilate.
"Hey…" She swallowed the thump in her throat. "I-I'm going to h-head down to… um wardrobe. I uh want to g-get my design back from Racheal since we won't be using it." She babbled on as she walked backwards making sure to keep herself out of Dean's reach.
"Angel."
Her legs grew wobbly and she felt herself knock into something. "Yeah…So I'll be right back."
"Angel."
"See ya."
She spun around quicker than her body liked, and she grew dizzy. However, before she could steady herself, she felt a strong grasp wrap around her wrist.
"Angel." Dean said with a strong tone. "Stop."
She didn't turn to look at the man. She just stood there defeated, she knew that she couldn't pull herself out of Dean's hold if she tried. "I really need to…" Just as she went to try to talk herself out of the situation, she felt herself being pulled back until she felt the cold concrete wall behind her back.
Her eyes darted to the floor. "D-Dean, I really need to pick up my designs." She said even as she already knew she wasn't going anywhere.
He had her trapped with a hand on either side of her head, while he loomed over her so close that she could feel the heat coming off of him. Normally a welcomed feeling, but now it was so overwhelming that she wanted to push him away instead of pulling him closer.
"Dean please." She begged. She didn't want to do this now. She couldn't bear to hear about what he was going to say. Her heart sank at the thought. She knew he wasn't going to say it back, this wasn't a rom com.
"Angel." Dean sighed. "Just look at me."
"I…um." She really did try to look up, but her eyes seemed to be locked on the tiled floor that she could see between the man's combat boots.
Suddenly Dean's calloused fingers grasped her chin and with a gentle force, made her look up into his eyes. Tears brimmed as she watched the mixture of emotions dance in those orbs of bright blue. It made her even more scared of what he was about to say.
Dean took a deep breath and shook out his still wet hair. Drops of water sprayed every which way, even landing on her but she didn't care. Didn't even notice.
When his eyes met her once more, he said. "What you said out there? Did you mean it?"
Part of Angel wondered the same thing, but as her heart clenched in her chest, she knew the answer. "Yeah." There was no need to lie. "I did."
Dean nodded back as he dropped his hand. "Angel… I…uh."
"Listen, I don't expect you to say it back." She said quickly. "I really don't. We haven't been together that long and…" Her voice broke as a tear trailed down her face.
Dean's body sagged forward as his forehead rested against hers. "I'm sorry." The two words sent a burning pain seeping through her. Even though she ready knew that he wasn't going to say it back, it still hurt; like there had been some very small part of her that thought he might give her a big cheesy smile and say 'I love you too, darlin'.
How stupid.
She wanted to smash her head off the wall behind for how stupid she was being. She just out and blurted that she loved him, out of nowhere and knew that Dean wasn't ready for it and yet here she was feeling rejected and tore apart.
D.D.D
Get it together, Ambrose. Dean yelled at himself as he tried to put any sort of words together in his head, though it would have been easier to scale Mt. Everest, raise the Titanic and find Amelia Earhart's plane all in the same day then try to make since of his racing mind.
He had been thinking about how he was going to rip Seth apart and reassemble him the words 'I had to stand there and watch as you took a chair and broke it over the back of the man I love' came from Angel's mouth.
For the first time since what happened last week, Dean's mind turned off. Any and all thoughts had washed from him as just Angel's voice saying those words bounced around in that thick skull of his.
The man she loves? Me? Is she talking about me? She loves me? She said she loves me. She loves me. SHE SAID SHE FUCKING LOVES ME!
Both a feeling of joy and fear rushed through him all at once as those dark thoughts that he had been chasing away all week came running back.
Seth betrayed you, not them. Why not her?
He opened his eyes and was greeted by water hazel. He knew she was waiting for him to say something, anything. Knew that as much as his mind was racing, hers was probably going faster right now.
"I'm sorry." His gritted his teeth as his voice came out in a low whisper. "Angel, I can't say it back, not yet." Because I'm a piece of shit. He shook his head. "But it's not because I don't have feelings for you…because fuuuuuuck do I have feelings for you." He had never felt so strongly about someone. At least he was man enough to admit that.
"I'm…" He pulled away as he tired to figure out how to explain what was going on in his head. "I'm not in the right…uh…mind set." He pointed at his temple. "All of this shit with Seth…" He paused as a flare of anger spiked in him. "All this shit has me really fucked up in the head right now. I can't tell up from down. I-I… I just…I'm not right, right now and I need to be. You know. Some of my thoughts are just…. They're not good, you know, they're real dark. Scary shit. I got to sort them out before…"
He racked his fingers through his hair. "Fuck. Angel I don't know if I'm explaining this right…I just…"
He looked back at her to see a small, delicate smile on her face. "Dean, it's fine. I understand."
"You do?" He wondered how on Earth someone could decode his ramblings.
She let out a sigh. "Truthfully, no I don't. But I do understand that you're going through a lot and need to work on that first." She sniffled and rubbed the tears out of her eyes.
Dean nodded his head as his heart clenched in his chest. How can this perfect woman love me? He was a fucking mess and that wasn't just because of what happened with Seth. He had always been a mess. Before Angel he never thought that some one could care for him so much, that he could care about someone else this much.
Suddenly a new fear hit him. "This didn't ruin anything, did it?"
She gave a small chuckle and shook her head. "No, it didn't."
Dean nodded his head as he felt a rush a relief. You haven't messed this one up, yet. Deano good for you.
He took a deep breath as he tried to clear his head even for a moment. "I guess this makes us even, huh?" He snickered. "I kissed you at WrestleMania and you said you love me on live TV."
A small smile appeared on her face as she nodded. "We can't do anything privately, can we?"
"Apparently not."
As silence fell over the two of them, Dean realized that he had her pinned to the wall and stepped back.
"Sorry." He mumbled as he glanced down at his feet.
He gave an internal curse at himself for seeming so pathetic. Where's that Dean Ambrose mojo. The smooth talker with a tongue of gold?
Taking a deep breath, he looked back up at the woman in front of her to see she that she looked just as awkward as he felt. She was shifting on his feet, as she looked at the ground while nibbling on her bottom lip.
He scolded himself as a groan pushed its way up his throat. His was not the time to let his mind wander. But he couldn't help it as she looked up at him through those long lashes. How was it that even with everything that just happened, she could still get him going with one look.
"Angel."
"Hm?" She looked up even more.
Dean swallowed as he tried not to fixate on the way her tongue swept across her lips. "We should…" He cleared his throat. "We….I."
She drew her brows together. "Something wrong?" She paused. "I guess that was a bad choice of words, huh?"
Giving her a small smirk, he shook his head. "Nothings wrong, it just… you were biting your lip."
She gasped as she knew instantly what he was getting at. "Oh, sorry." She said as blushed rushed to her cheeks, spreading down her neck and over the top of her chest was so nicely framed by her vest.
"Don't be, darlin'" He told her as his locked on the color contrast between her pink tinted skin and the darkness of her ring gear.
And he realized just how much of a fool he had been this past week. He had a week off of work, a week with Angel and the two of them just barley kissed, barley touched. Sure, he had clutched her to him a few times. Held her while she cried. But nothing like he wanted right now. He had been too focused on his pain, physically, mentally and emotionally.
However, in this moment, his pain was at the back end of his mind and his body was craving the feeling of her body.
He felt the surge of his blood flowing south and he sighed as he looked down. Bad timing. He told himself.
Angel surely wasn't in the mood right now. Not after baring her heart only to have her boyfriend to say that he could say that he felt the same. Just the thought had him cringing.
Though as their eyes met, Dean saw something in them that made his knees buckle. Maybe he was wrong?
Cocking his head, he stepped closer to her testing the waters.
When she met his step, putting them so their bodies were touching he let out a groan. "You sure?" He asked as his eyes flickered to her mouth.
She gave him a small smile as she nodded.
"Fuck it." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the wall and down the hall towards the more secluded area of the arena. With Angel on his heels, he tried to open each door that they passed until finally he found one that was open.
He gave the room a quick glance around before pulling her in and shutting the door behind them.
"We keep finding ourselves in places like this." Angel laughed a bit as she gauged the room.
"Do ya have a problem with that?" He asked as he pulled her against him, this time letting his hands rest against her hips.
"Nah."
And that was all he needed as he bent down captured her lips. As their lips moved against each other, Dean had a hard time trying to keep his hands to himself, however he didn't really try.
Her arms fluttered up to wrap around his neck, pulling him farther down, which was fine until his back started to complain.
Not breaking the kiss, he quickly picked her up forcing her to wrap her legs around him.
Pulling away to breath, Angel let out a chuckle.
"What are you laughing about?" He asked as he nipped her jawline. "Huh?"
"I just thought of something funny." She answered as her voice grew airy.
"Oh?" He said nosing her neck, making her lean back in his arms. "And what's so funny, that's its interrupting this?"
"Our height difference."
"Really?" He said pulling her back so he could look into her face. "Is this the first time you noticed it?"
"Of course not." She answered. "The thought just hit me out of the blue and it made me laugh."
He raised a brow. "So, I picked you up and you went, wow 'he tall'."
She blushed. "Shut up."
It was then that Dean realized how much they needed this.
Smirking, he leaned down to kissed her again. Almost soon as their lips touched, he was lost in the feeling of her mouth against hers and judging by the way her grip on him grew tighter she was too.
Making sure he had her securely in his arms, he carried her over to the table he noticed before and set her down. The change in location made her pull back for just a moment as she glanced down to see what she was sitting on before turning back to kiss him again.
Quickly Dean found himself getting lost in the feeling of their lips against each other and her hands clinging onto his shoulders. He hadn't planned for to go much farther than a hot make out session, but he couldn't stop his hands as he groped and grabbed at every part he could, only to grow frustrated as he realized that her vest was stopping him from truly feeling her skin, he started to rip at the thing.
"I fucking hate this thing sometimes." He said as he remembered about the small zipper on the side.
"What are you doing?" Angel questioned as she tried to catch her breath.
He raised a brow as he fiddled with the zipper. "What do you think I'm doing?" He pulled it down.
"We're at work." She said looking around the darkened room.
"You didn't seem to care a minute ago." He teased.
"Well that was…that was."
"That was what darlin'?" He asked as he ran his fingers under the newly loosened fabric, making her jump as he found his way under her sport bra. "That was just us swapping spit?" He said trying to use the grosses term that he could for the action, which earned him the look that he was going for.
He let out a chuckle. "I can stop if you want me to?" He said leaning over her so that he could kiss the hollow under her ear, making her squirm slightly. "All you have to do is tell me to and I will."
He ran his nose down her neck.
"Dean." A whimper came from her as he gave a suck of her skin right where he knew would send chills through her body. Though what he didn't expect was that her body would jackhammer off the table or that she would grab onto him as tight as she did.
Smirking, he left a trail of kissed as he worked his way down to the top of her vest was. Glancing up, he saw that she was leaning back slightly with her eyes closed. Smirking, he bit down on the vest before shaking his head like a dog to get her attention.
"What do you say, Angel?" He asked as he slowly and gently pushed her back so that she was laying against the table. "How about I show you just how much you make me feel." He said grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him, so that her legs fell off the end of the table. When she let out a playful squeal, he smirked. "How about it?"
A blush appeared on her face as they both shifted around so that he was able to stand right between her slightly parted thighs. "You really want to do this here?"
"Sweetie, I'm good with doing this anywhere." He smiled wide. "I lost my shame long ago." Dean gave a quick thought back to the first time he had a girl blowing him under the bleachers at school. A fantasy that he kept way in the back of his mind, but at this moment the girl that he couldn't remember's face, turned into Angel.
Letting out a groan, he shook away the image of Angel on her knees in front of a very young version of him, while she wore a cheerleading skirt and had her hair up in pigtails. "Uh…So, yeah I'm good. But if you're not, all you have to do is say so."
Angel's face twisted like she was actually thinking about it before she reached up grabbed him around the neck one more. A sly smile came to her face as she placed his lips against her.
Dean felt bad as the kiss quickly turned into him devouring her. She probably wanted this to be a sweet, gentle kiss to tell him that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, but with his body already humming for her and gentle wasn't going to cut it.
When they finally broke away from each other to breath, Dean leaned down and nuzzled her chest. "As…As much as I would like to take my time with you darlin', this is going to have to be a quick one." He warned. "Someone might come looking for us."
By someone he meant Roman. After Angel's declaration in the ring, Roman had left to give him some alone time with her but he knew that, that wasn't going last so long, the big Samoan was going to come looking for them.
"You alright with that?"
Chest rising and falling quickly, Angel sat up slightly to meet his eyes and nodded. Knowing that he wasn't going to get a verbal answer, Dean went to work.
He started with kissing her once more, swiping his tongue over her lips asking her to open for him, which she did. While he tangled his tongue with hers, his hands set onto their path. Running down her sides, trailing over every part of him he could until he got to her jeans.
As he skimmed the waistband of her pants, he felt her mouth freeze for just a second against his. Though after a second pass with his fingers, she let out a purr like noise before she started to move again.
As he kept up the heated kiss, Dean tried to undo her jean's button and zipper only to get frustrated as his fingers fumbled. Growling, he pulled way and looked down to finish his task. "You know sometimes I wish you wore skirts." He told her as he gave her pants a tug to start working them down. "It would make this a lot easier."
"Sorry." She gave an airy chuckle as she lifted her hips to help him.
Once he had her jeans, boots, and underwear piled on the floor by his feet, he eyed her up and let out a curse as he licked his lips. He so badly wanted to take her to bring over and over but knew that he couldn't, and it killed him.
Although, the thought that hit him as he ripped off his belt and jeans made everything worse. No condom. Fuck! He barked at himself. He glanced from himself to Angel who was laying there waiting for him to do something, anything. Part of him wanted to just fuck it and fuck her raw but he didn't know how she would handle that.
Well sex is off the table…pun intended.
But that didn't mean he couldn't get her off a different way.
"We're going to have to change up the plan a little bit." He said as he dropped down to his knees.
"Huh?" She lifted herself up onto her elbows just in time for him to nuzzle against her. "I-I thought we didn't have time…"
"Like I said change of plans." He said as he drew his own finger into his mouth, wetting it. "Imma have to start keeping a condom in my wallet again." He said as he brought his pre wet finger to her.
With careful movements, he had her body shaking as he played around where he knew she so desperately wanted him to touch her.
"But don't worry baby, I'll still get you to where you wanna go." He promised as he drew his finger into his mouth once again, groaning has he got a hint of her taste. "Sweet as can be." He mumbled before leaning down and taking her with his mouth.
"Dean!" She called out, making him smirk as she bucked herself against his mouth.
If someone told him that this morning, he would have his girlfriend confess that she loved him on live TV or that fact that she was going to let him eat her out at work, he would have said that they were crazier then he was. And that was now after his mind was fucked.
Yet here he was, between Angel's legs as he wrote his name out against her clit. Branding her with his tongue. By the time he got through his first name, he had lost the battle of will with himself and grabbed his cock out of his boxer briefs.
Holding back his moan, he gave himself a few good pumps to get himself started before leaning in and giving Angle's shaking thighs a kiss.
After getting into a rhythm, he brought his free hand up and wet his forefinger once again before bringing it to her core. Giving her a little tease, he traced around her. She let out a broken moan as he pressed against her, letting just the tip of his finger enter her as a test. When she didn't stop him, he applied more pressure let the digit slide into her.
He smirked as a breathy moan came from the woman as she squirmed against him. "There you go darlin'." He watched her with almost pride. "You're always so tight, whether it be my finger or cock, you always hold me tight."
She answered him with a little whine.
Chuckling, Dean leaned in and gave her a lap before turning his attention back to her sensitive bud. He still had his last name to write against her. With each letter he tranced with his tongue, he picked up speed with both hands, until he could feel both of them getting closer to cumming. When he finished writing the 'o' in Ambrose, he felt her walls tighten around his finger.
From above him, he heard noises and words getting caught in her throat to the point that she sounded almost like a record skipping. That was until one word came from her that made him freeze instantly.
"Wait!"
A shot of fear washed over his body as he pushed himself up slightly so that he could look up to her face. "Is something wrong?" Had she changed her mind? Had he hurt her?
Glancing up, he watched as she pushed herself up onto her arms. Those watery, heavy lidded eyes landed on him and made his entire body quake from just the look.
"I-I just….I just need a moment." She said with a shaky breath to the point that he realized she was just seconds from her orgasm only to stop him. "I don't wanna be the only one…." Her voice died as a dark hue of pink covered her already flustered face.
He couldn't stop himself from smiling as he realized what she was getting at. "Don't worry baby…" He breathed as he started to work both his hands again. "I'm not far behind you." He told her as he felt his balls growing heavy with the need to cum. "Not far at all."
"Oh…" She nodded as she fought her head from rolling back again. "Good."
Dean snickered. "You really don't like to be the only one cumming do you?" As he picked up the pace yet again.
"I-I don't." She as her body lurched. "I want you to feel as good as you make me…." Her voice broke off.
He knew she was almost there, that she only needed a little push. So, he gave it to her by leaning back in to finish his last name all while pressing a second finger into her warmth. When he finished with the 'e' of Ambrose, Dean took her clip completely into his mouth and sucked hard.
Angel's body thrashed as a high pitch moan was pushed out of her. As she arched her back, he felt though two sets of nails digging into his sculp.
Dean growled as the small rush of pain made its way down from his head, through his spine and into his groin. He didn't know if he loved or hated that Angel had learned a bit of pain could get him really going.
His lips bucked forward into his own fist as let out a low moan as he felt Angel riding against both his fingers and tongue. My little minx. He growled as he felt her legs shaking around his head.
The pressure in started to build, every muscle in his body grew tense. Not going to last. He shook his head and tightened his grip on his cock trying to by himself some time.
"Dean!" She cried out as her body went ridged.
"T-that's it." He pulled his head back as his eyes rolled back in his head. "Cum…cum for me baby!" He barked as his body shook.
He looked up just in time to see Angel let out a silent cry as she came.
"Shit. Fuck me." He moaned as he let up on the pressure.
Two more pumps of his hand and he was gone. A nasty snarl came from him as he felt his cum erupt from him.
When he came down from his high, he was staring up at the tiled ceiling. "God, darlin'." He breathed as he looked down. His eyes widened as he looked at the mess he had made. His cum had landed and was now running down Angel's pale legs.
Shaking his head, he carefully pulled his fingers from her, earning a heavy sigh from her and she moved to roll over onto her side…
"No, no." He said quickly grabbing her legs to keep her in place. "I got to clean you up before you go curling yourself into a ball.
Trying to get a hold of himself, he rose to his feet and looked around the room for something to use to clean them both off... Fuck, what office doesn't have tissues? He sighed as he looked down at his underwear. Looks like I'm going commando.
He kicked out of his boxer briefs and made quick work of the mess. When he was satisfied as he could be with his work, he looked down at the mess in his hands and shrugged before tossing it into the trash. This wasn't the first time he had lost a piece of clothing because of using it to clean up bodily fluids. At least this time it wasn't blood.
When he looked back at Angel, he saw that had done just as he thought she would and rolled up into a ball.
"Did I wear you out that bad?" He chuckled as he stepped into his pants and pulled them up, hissing as the rough material over his over sensitive junk.
Angel let out a deep breath and looked up at him. "I'm still new to this, I don't have your stamina."
"That normally comes with training." He winked as he knelt down to pick up her underwear. "And I'm more then willing to train you, baby." She gave a little noise that told him that she might be up for that idea.
Shaking the thought out of his already overworked mind, he grabbed at her ankles once more and forced her out of her ball. "As much as I would love to let you lay there and bask in your afterglow, Roman's going to be looking for us and I'm sure you don't want him to find you with your panties and pants off."
"Yeah." She yawned as she pushed herself up. "You're right that would be bad."
Giving her a little bit of help, they got her redressed, and re zipped up in her vest before he made his way over to door to take a peek out into the hallway.
Making sure no one was coming down the darkened hallway, he turned around to see Angel readjusted the tongue on her boots. Standing up with a sigh, those still heavy eyes looked at him with a sleepy smile and he couldn't help but smirk at her. "You might want to run your fingers through your hair." He warned her. "You look like you just got a good fucking."
As she did as he told her too, her smile grew. "I kind of did."
Kind of? "Now is that kind of because we really didn't fuck or was it only kind of good?"
"You know what I mean." She said walking up to him.
"So, it was good?" Angel gave a roll of her eye as she pushed past him to walk out of the room, he couldn't help but notice the slightly wobble in her step. "I'll take that as a yes."
As he went to follow her, she turned around their eyes met, and he saw something that he had never seen in the eyes of someone he had just had a sexual experience with. His heart jumped in his chest and his body froze. She loves me.
Samcoo 12: We all know that Dean boils over, though we don't know how he'll acted with Angel.
Skovko: Dean would surly get the kill. But I don't think that locking them in a room together is a good idea...Too much carnage.
Canadice: I'm glad that you liked the chapter. This one scares me because of the big announcement in the middle. I hope it works.
Katara Melody Cullen: Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed!
Labinnacslove: They good need some alone time and boy oh boy did they get it.
Michellefliehman: I hope I typed out your name right. I'm glad that you like the story. I've been working hard on it and it makes me happy when I hear that someone likes it! Seth...We'll see about Seth. I've always thought there was a darker side to Seth...even if he did say he was sorry, he was still able to do what he did. But that's just my take.
BrookeWorm3: Moxley is a beast! And yeah he had pink hair back when he was in the indies! Go look it up! Seth is dead, soon.
Sonia: I'm glad that you're enjoyed the story.
Guest: Not sure if this is someone new but I will say that guest reviews get held back for a bit so they won't show up right away, but don't worry I get them as soon as they are sent in. I'm glad that you like the story. Yeah Angel gets effected, maybe not in the same way that Roman and Dean did but she has to come to terms that Seth betrayed her too. Together to endure the pain. Did you think this would be next? Lol.