I wanted to get this out for Dean/Moxley/Jon's Bday but I missed it by like a day. Warning it's not even a little edited. I missed all of November because of my job being very busy and me working 7 days a week! I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things after work slows down. Again sorry that I skipped a month

Welcome to chapter one hundred and twenty two! I hope you like it.

Monday: August 4, 2014/ Tuesday: August 5, 2014

"How about a table match?"

Dean shook his head. "Kane could come out and throw me through the table, winning the match for Seth."

"You could ban Kane from ringside." Renee suggested.

"I could but then they could just get someone else to do it."

"Falls count anywhere?" Roman took his turn to suggest a stipulation. "Seth can't get away from you in that one."

"True." Dean nodded as he thought about it. Ever since he heard that he had won the beat the clock challenge, he had been trying to figure out what kind of stipulation he was going to pick for his and Seth's match. There were too many options, and a lot of them the Authority could rig in their favor.

He thought about redoing their Money in the Bank match and hang the case over ring, first person to get to it would be able to keep it and the ripped up soda and popcorn soaked contract. But for some reason the idea didn't sound that good to him.

Probably because he knew that the same thing that happened at MITB would happen again, Kane would come out and make sure that Seth won, because there was no way in hell that the Authority would let the case go to Dean. Nope they don't want him touching those tiles any time soon.

Maybe Roman was right, a falls count anywhere match could be just the thing. No, I want pin Seth in the middle of the ring. But how could he do that and make sure that Seth couldn't run away and the Authority do anything.

"What about a cage match?" Angel said which surprised him.

"Really a cage match?" He raised a brow. "You're the last person I would have pegged to suggest a cage match."

"I mean I don't like the idea of you being smashed against a steel cage, but it makes sense, doesn't it." She explained. "You and Seth, locked in the ring together. Sounds like just the type of thing that you would want."

Renee sighed. "But isn't the whole point of a cage match to get out of the cage, either by climbing over it or going through the door. What stops Kane from opening the door and coming in."

"Fuck." Dean put his drink down in frustration. Maybe there wasn't a match that the Authority couldn't fuck with.

"You know you don't have to decide this right now, right?" Angel said patting his arm. "You have all week."

"Right." Roman agreed. "And we're supposed to be partying." He then twisted in his chair and called over to their server. "Can we get a round of shots for the table." He then turned back around. "What do you guys want, Fireball?"

"Hell no!" Renee said instantly.

"Don't like Fireball?"

"It burns all the way down and out." She explained. "So, I'm going to pass."

Taking a deep breath, he turned look back at the server and told them. "Bring us a shot of whatever, on me."

"I'm so glad that you stated that before they brought us a shot of their most expensive drink."

"So, I know we're trying to change the subject, but I'm really trying to figure out what the best stipulation for your match would be." Renee said. "Sorry if I'm being annoying, but I've never get to be on this side of the conversation."

"It's fine." He shrugged. "If you can figure it out let me know, because I haven't got a fucking clue."

"One arm tied behind your back."

"Not after what happened with Nikki." Angel shook her head. "Foxy proved how easy it is to mess that one up."

"Oh, that was hard to watch." Roman said. "Nikki's been through some shit the last couple of weeks hasn't she."

"That's for sure. Did you see that Stephanie Pedigreed her at Brie and Stephanie's contract signing."

"What? No."

"We left before the signing."

"Why the hell did she Pedigree Nikki?"

"Hunter had pinned Brie in the corner with a table and made her watch, but afterwards she got her own Pedigree after slapping Hunter."

"Shit, the things we miss when we leave early."

Angel frowned. "I'm sorry that I didn't want to go out wearing soda covered clothes."

"Not sure what I just walked into." He heard as four shots were set down in front of them. "Four shots, all on the big guy's tab."

Everyone looked down at the clouded drinks in front of them.

"What is it?" Renee asked.

"It's a Kamikaze shot, vodka, triple sec, and lime juice."

"Oh sweet."

"Sounds good."

"So, what are we celebrating?" They asked.

A smirk came to Roman's face as he leant forward. "So, how do explain this?" He looked around the table.

"I'm not helping you." Dean told him. "You got this."

"Are you a wrestling fan?" Roman asked them.

They shook their head. "Sorry no."

"Well then, easiest way to say it is that our buddy here won a challenge that allows him to pick the type of match that he wants to be in against a guy who really pissed us off not too long ago."

The server looked taken back. "Oh. Um, congratulations?"

"Thanks." Dean laughed.

"Well enjoy your shots." They walked away.

"I think we freaked them out." Angel said.

"I think so as well."

"You know what that reminds me of?" Renee asked. "Have you ever seen the pictures online that say, 'non-wrestling fans explain what's happening' and it's like a picture of HBK landing straight up and down on his head."

"Yeah, I've seen those." Angel laughed. "There was one of Edge spearing someone and my friend told me that it was a super hug tournament."

"If you think a spear is a hug, you have problems."

"It's kind of like a hug."

"What the fuck kind of hugs are you getting?" Roman asked. "Does Jon break your rips when he hugs you because if so, that's not normal."

"I mean he does like to squeeze a little hard."

Dean shook his head. "Oh no, it's not a squeeze. Getting hit by a spear is like a fucking metal beam hitting into you, normally right into your gut, but this metal beam is really someone's fucking shoulder. That shit hurts."

"And that's why it's one of my finishers." Roman said proudly.

"If I could never be on the losing side of that again, I would be happy."

"Hey, you're the one who was in the way."

"Oh yeah!" Angel gasped. "Roman did spear you before. I remember watching that, my dad laughed."

"Shit, she wasn't there for that." Roman said. "I forget sometimes that you didn't just come up with us from FCW."

"I mean, I don't but that's many because I'm still pissed at Randy." Dean gritted his teeth.

"Easy boy." Roman chuckled. "You gotta focus on beating the shit out of one asshole at a time. Seth first."

"So, did you order these shots just so we could look at them or what?" Angel asked grabbing the glass closer to her. At first the was a little shocked to see her so eager to take the shot. Not that she has ever been scared of drinking, but she's normally the more responsible one out of their group, but then when he looked at her, he realized she didn't really care about the shot itself, she was trying to change the subject.

Quickly he grabbed his shot and said. "She's right, can't let these go to waste, Roman is paying for them."

"Here's to Heath Slater freaking rolling up Seth." Renee smirked as she held up her shot.

"Cheers."

Everyone laughed and clinked glassed before taking the show.

"Wow!" Angel laughed as she put her glass down. "That shit is good."

Roman chuckled. "Have you never had a Kamikaze?"

She shook her head. "I'm not really a shot type of person."

"She does mostly cocktails."

"I know." Roman said. "But it still shocks me that she's never had a Kamikaze before. Didn't you go to college?"

"I did," She answered. "Why?"

"Because college is where you experiment and get so drunk off of shots and shit that you lose a shoe and end up getting back to your dorm without knowing how you got there." Dean said for Roman.

"And how would you know that?" Renee asked.

"Hey." He gave her a fake offended look. "I might not have gone to college, but I knew people who did, and I hung out with them while they drank away their college fund." He offended look turned into a smirk as the blurry memories came back to him.

"Yeah, and you probably egged them on the whole time." Angel shook her head at him.

"How did you know?"

"I just know you?"

"That means you know that I will be egging you on to get another Kamikaze to make up for all the time you missed."

"Yep." She said sounding almost done.

"So, you're getting another one right?"

"We have to travel tomorrow."

"So, you're getting another one, right?"

"Dean."

"Angel."

The sigh that came out of his girlfriend told him that he had won. Smirking to himself, he pushed himself out of his seat and started up to the bar.

A.A.A

"No more." Angel shook her head as she tired to hold in the hiccup that she could feel trying to start up. "We… have to travel…." The hiccups started. "…tomorrow…"

"Fine, be a party pooper."

"Party pooper!" She gasped. As Dean has said, he had egged her on to 'make up' for all the time she had lost by not partying. After the second Kamikaze that he bought her, they started talking about their favorite shots to have when out partying, and since she hadn't heard of any of them, they each bought her one so that she could try them. "I drank every drink you bought me."

"That's true." Renee agreed with her. "She has been a good sport."

"Thank you." She said proudly. She saw a smile light up on Dean face, and it made her face go ride, though she didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or not.

Dean chuckled. "I don't think I've seen you drink this much since our first date. At least this time we're not going to have to walk back to the hotel in the freezing cold."

Her eyes widened. "I told you we should get a ride!" She said. "Do don't blame me."

"I'm not."

"Good. Because if was your idea to walk that night."

"I know but again getting a ride in New York is hell, you would still be in that taxi do this day."

"He's not lying." Renee sighed. "As someone who lives there, it's trash. Take the subway anytime you can. If you can't then walk."

"But it was freezing." She whined.

"Walk faster?"

"That's what I said." Dean said. "But she didn't like that answer."

"I don't like being cold."

"Aw," He picked as he threw his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. "Are you warm?"

"I am."

After paying their bills, they piled into the car and started back to the hotel. "So, if you could eat only one food for the rest of your life what would it be?" Renee asked from the backseat.

"What is this a seventh-grade field trip, and we're the four best friend girls in the back of the bus?"

"Just answer the question."

"Steak." Roman answered. "Love me a good steak and there are a lot different ways to make it."

"Ok." Renee leaned forward between the two front seats. "See, Roman knows how to play."

"I'm just saying," Dean glanced at her. "Are we going to be playing would you rather next."

"Maybe."

"Great."

"Answer the question."

"What one food would I eat for the rest of my life?" Angel said thinking about it. Her brain went a thousand miles an hour. She started to think about all of her favorite foods. "Mac and cheese, no cheese sticks, or chicken fettuccine alfredo."

"You have to pick one." Renee laughed at her.

"I know, I'm trying." She sighed still thinking. "Pierogies, oh damn, love me some classic cheddar pierogies."

"Strange but good pick." Renee told her. "Now, is Deano going to play with us or is he going to be a stick in the mud."

"Sandwiches."

"What kind."

"Sandwiches." He repeated. "Sandwich is the food, and ham, turkey and BLTs are the different types of that one food."

"So stick in the mud it is."

"How is that being a stick in the mud, I answered the question."

"Poorly."

"How?"

"You are supposed to pick one thing. That would be like me saying grains."

"No, because there are too many kinds of grains, sandwiches are sandwiches."

"And you don't think that there too many kinds of sandwiches."

"Nope,"

"Stop trying, you're not going to get far with that." Roman told her.

Renee sighed. "You're right."

"No, no, no." Dean said tapping on the wheel. "I'm a hundred percent behind my pick."

"Of course, you do. It's your pick."

"Yeah, and you asked me."

"Sure, but I wasn't expected you to find a loophole on that one."

"I don't think it's a loophole. I think it's a valid choice."

"Uh huh."

"What's your pick then."

"Sushi."

"HA!" Dean yelled making everyone jump. "What kind of sushi, there are so many different kinds."

"He's got you on that one." Angel said looking back at Renee.

"Fine." She pouted. "Your sandwich is valid."

"Fuck yeah!"

…

"Goodnight!" Angel waved as Roman got off the elevator on the floor bellow them. "What time are you heading out tomorrow."

"Oh, you two will already be gone before I leave. My flights is at noon."

"Yeah, we'll be gone before then."

"I'll see you guys on Friday."

"See you."

The door to the elevator closed. "It's been a long day, huh?" Dean asked leaning against her.

"It has been." She nodded.

"We won the challenge."

"We did."

A sigh came from the man beside her as the elevator stopped again. "I have no idea what I'm going to pick for the stipulation."

"You have a couple of days to think about it."

"Yeah, but what kind of stipulation could be the biggest fuck you to Seth?"

"If anyone could figure that you it's you." She told him.

The elevator door opened, and they stepped out. "What about the loser shaves his head, match? Seth loves his fucking long hair, almost as much as Roman."

"You really want to chance that?"

"I'm mean sure? Why you don't think I would look good bald? Because I hate to break this too you, this ain't staying."

"That's not what I meant." She said as she squinted her eyes, trying to imagen what Dean would look like with no hair. She couldn't see it. She loved crazy hair too much. But the thought didn't upset her. "I meant that you need to be prepared to have to shave your hair."

"Like I said, It's not stay anyway."

"I mean if you want to do it then, do it."

Dean ran his fingers through his locks. "Now that I think about it, maybe I'm not ready to part with this just yet. I mean I do be looking good." He swept his bangs across his forehead.

"You do look good." She laughed as she stumbled over her own to feet.

"Easy there." He grabbed her arms steading her. "Maybe you're more drunk then I thought you were."

"I tripped."

"Uh huh."

She rolled her eyes at him. "You're the last person who should be making fun of someone for tripping."

"I'm the last person who should make fun of people for tripping, but I'm the first person who does." He winked at her as he opened the hotel room door.

"Just remember that the next time you trip."

"Do your worst."

"Oh I will."

The wear and tear of the day started to catch up on them as they got ready for the day. Different aches started to creep in as she made sure that she had everything packed up.

"I'm going to take a shower." She called over to Dean who was stretching in the corner of the room.

"Ok." He mumbled back to her.

Grabbing her PJs, she walked into the bathroom and flicked on the light. She then placed everything down on the back of the toilet before turning on the shower itself. After guessing on how much hot water to add, she walked over to the sink and looked at her own reflection in the mirror. She had bags under her eyes and her whites were bloodshot, both from how busy they were and from the alcohol.

She let out a sigh as she couldn't wait for her trip home. It was going to be so nice to just be able to chill for a few days, no plans, nothing. It sounded like heaven.

She undressed and got into the show that was now pillowing out steam. As the water rolled over her shoulders, she almost moaned on how good it felt.

"Do you need help washing your help?" She heard as the door to the bathroom opened.

"Do I need help? No, I'm good."

She heard him chuckle. "Fine, do you want help?"

"Sure." She smirked at herself.

Dean's loud footsteps echoed loudly towards her, as the sounds of his clothes hitting the floor. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard him grab the shower curtain. "Shit, I always forget that you like to burn your skin off when you shower." He said even as he got into the tube, blocking off the water completely from her.

"I thought you like a bit of pain."

"Yeah sure, a bit of pain, but this… I feel like I'm melting."

"If you can't take it, then get out."

"Get out?" Dean said in a gasp as he grabbed her and pulled her into him naked body. "And miss this? Not a chance."

Laughing, she tried to find a place to put her feet that wasn't on top of his. "Let me go, there's not much room in this thing."

"That's for sure." He said as he tried to move around, only to knock into showerhead itself as well, and knocked off the small complementary bottles of shampoo and bath soap. "Fuck." He rubbed his head.

"Ok that's just because your so fucking big." She laughed back at him.

"Thank you." He with a cockiness in his voice.

She rolled her eyes. "Didn't you say that you were going to help me wash my hair."

"I did." He nodded. "Where's your soap."

"Here." She said grabbing it off the ledge and passing it to him over her shoulder. "Don't use so much this time."

"Yeah, Yeah." He said taking the bottle. "Sorry that I don't have as long of hair as you, so I wasn't sure how much to us."

"A quarter amount"

"What the fuck does that mean? Like a quarter of the bottle or…"

"Like the amount you pour into your hand should look like the size of a quarter."

"Do you have a quarter that I can use to measure?"

"Sure, let me just pull it out of my ass."

Dean laughed. "That would be a sight." She heard as he shook the shampoo bottle in his hand, after a gross sound that made her want to giggle, she suddenly saw his hand appear from beside her body. "Is this enough."

She looked at the puddle of soap in his hand. "That's more like fifty cents then a quarter."

"Do you want me to try again?"

"No. At least it's not as much as you been using. I've gone through so much of that stuff and it's not that cheap."

"Not cheap, it's shampoo, it's like two dollars for a fucking huge bottle."

"Maybe for your stuff but for mine, it's a lot more."

"Why?" He asked as he started to lather her hair down. Her month fell open slightly has she enjoyed the way his fingers massaged her sculp. She had to stop herself from moaning when he started to basically rub her neck.

"You're enjoying this?"

"Uh-huh." She said with a little nod.

"Back up."

"Back up? Where?" She said glancing over her shoulder. "There's no room."

"Just back up."

Sighing, she did what she was told and stepped back and surprising it was right into the flow of water that had been blocked off from her ever since Dean got into the shower. The warmth hit her, and it felt better then when she first got in.

She closed her eyes as she felt Dean's hands return to her hair. She almost fell over when she tired to lean back into him.
"Easy there." He chuckled at her.

"It feels so nice." She mumbled.

"That's good."

Using Dean has support, she stood there and left him lazy rinse her hair until there wasn't a bubble of soap left.

"Are you doing conditioner today?"

"No." She told him. "I did it last night."

"Then your hair is done, my lady."

"Oh, thank you." She moved so that she was standing on her own two feet. Feeling much more relaxed she looked up at Dean who was smirking as he watched her. That's when she saw the tiredness in his eyes, and she realized that she wasn't the only one that needed some rest. In fact, Dean probably needed it more then she did.

Quickly she reached out for Dean's bottle of shampoo. "Your turn."

He raised a brow. "My turn?"

"Yep." She said as she moved to switch spots with him. When he turned and stared at her, she told him to kneel. He gave her a look of disbelieve but he did get down on one knee, but not without swearing.

Opening the bottle in her hand, she squirted a quarter-sized amount in her hand. She then put the bottle down before turning back to Dean. "This is a quarter-size." She showed him before rubbing her hands together, getting them all lathered up. She then ran her fingers through his hair.

She tried to mimic what he had done to her. She didn't know if it was working at first but when she heard a long and deep sigh come from him, she knew she must have been doing something right.

Leaning forward, she started to work on the back of his head the best she could. That's then she felt something warm around her nipple. Jumping from the sudden sensation, she glanced down to see Dean look up at her with a coy look on his face. With a wink, he reached around her and put a hand on her back, forcing her to arch into him.

"Dean." Her voice came out in an airy wave.

Suddenly, Dean rose, taking her with him. She squealed as her feet felt the bottom of the shower. She tried to grab onto him the best she could, but that was easier said then down since they were both wet and now cover in soap.

Wrapping her arms around his head, she practically smashed him into her chest, which earned her a chuckle. Though even when she loosen her hold on him, after realizing that he had a good hold on her, he didn't move.

As he left little kiss on her skin, the heat from the water that was now splashing on her lower back and ass was forgotten. Dean's lips were hotter. This time she didn't even try to stop the moan that was pushing itself way out of her.

"There it is." Dean said against her.

"The noise that I've been dying to hear."

She blushed.

"I want to hear more." He said as he carefully moved forward.

She watched as he carefully reached forward for the knob to turn off the water.
"Wait!" She told him, stopping him dead in his tracks.

"Your hair is still soapy."

"Ah." He said looking up like he was trying to see the top of his head. Gently, he sat her down onto her feet before dunking his head under the flow of water. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she watched him rinse his hair. There was a desperation in his movements that told her one thing, she was in for one hell of a night.

When the water ran clear as it ran over Dean's head, his eyes shot to her, and she swallowed again. It wasn't seconds later, that she was pinned against the wall of the shower, while Dean held her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"How about a little celebration kiss." He asked.

She chuckled, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I didn't give you one yet. Shame on me." She pulled him down to her. "Let me fix that."

A growl like noise came from him as their mouths connected. The force of the kiss would have and should have has her head smashing off the tile wall behind her but Dean being as attentive as ever, had put his hand there to stop that from happening. A few second into the kiss and that hand's real purpose became apparently. His fingers tangled into her hair and pulled her head back, making her arch into him.

When her lungs were burning, Dean finally pulled back to get her a reprieve. "I don't know what the best part about winning tonight was." He said as he chased a water drop that was running down her arm. "The fact that Seth is probally scared shitless wondering what I'm going to do, or that fucking kiss."

"As much as I wish it was the kiss, we both know it's that Seth is scared shitless."

"Oh? We both know that."

"Of course." She said even as Dean gave her a heated look. "It's not everyday that you get a one up on Seth, but I sure as hell will kiss you any day."

A smirk came to the man's face as he reached behind him and turned off the water. With one more kiss, he pulled her out of the shower and across the bathroom towards the door.

"Dean we are soaking wet." She told him.

"So. That's kind of part of this."

"But we only have one bed, and I don't want to be sleeping in a puddle."

"Who said I was going to the bed?" He opened the door with his free hand.

Confused, she let him pull her through the room. That's when she saw the lounger that was sitting against the wall near the desk that had all their shit on it.

With a smooth swing of his arm, one that rivaled an Irish Whip, she was laying on the thing. "See, I know what I'm doing." He said leaning over her.

"I should have known better then to question you."

"Yes, you should have, now here's your punishment." He grabbed both of her hands and put them over her head before kissing her. His lips left hers and started a trail around her face, down her neck and over her shoulders. Wherever he could reach, he kissed, and he made sure to stay a little longer on her more 'sensitive' areas. Like the spot on her neck that always made her shiver and wiggle about. Today was no different as he played with and teased the area, a tingle went down her spine. It was a sharp intense wave that kept erupting down her.

"Dean." She pleaded as the sensation grew too much for her.

After a few more nips, licks and kisses, he did move on. This time stopping at her collarbone which was a spot that he seemed to like a lot. Nine times out of ten that's where he would leave a mark behind. Tonight, was going to be one of those nine times. He even pulled away to look at his handy work and the smirk that appeared on his face told her that it was going to be bad. At least it's hidden this time.

Dean then slide down, so that he could reach more of her body, while keeping his hand on her wrist. When the first kiss came to her chest, she jumped a little. She had been expecting it, but not the warmth that it brough. Due to still being soaked form her shower, her body had cooled. It wasn't too bad, just enough that Dean's mouth felt like fire against her. Which was he keep playing, she thought that it was part of his plan.

When his trail got to her stomach, he suddenly rose back up to kiss her lips again. "Laid out for me like a feast." His eyes flickered with lust. It was so dark and deep that she couldn't help but let out a little whine. A noise that got her raised brow. "Something wrong baby?"

She shook her head.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

He smirked and gave her another kiss. "Good, because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon." He sunk to the floor in front of her. He didn't give a moment before she felt him lick at her with his strong tongue.

Her head fell back as her legs spread open on their on account like her body had a mind of its own, and it wanted the pleasure that Dean was promising. She wiggled and thrashed as he lapped at her.

She was melting for him, just like she always did. Melting against that talented tongue.

"Fuck, you have no idea how much your taste fucking drives me insane." He said with a firm lick. As if he truly was being driven insane by her, his onslaught on her, became wild, without mercy. He sucked and nipped and licked at her again and again.

Her body was jolting. Her nerves were on fire. "Hot!" She cried out as her hands shot down to his still wet hair and grabbed on. "Dean."

She could feel herself getting so close. Could fell the coil inside of her getting so tight. However right as she was about to come, Dean stopped. Her whole body groaned and cried with the lost of pleasure and the lake of finishing.

"Dean." She begged.

"I told you I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon." He said with a devilish smirk. One that made him look truly like the lunatic that everyone thought he was.

…

She didn't know how long Dean has been between her legs, it could have just been more minutes, but it felt like hours, like days. And through the whole time, he kept her so close to the razors edge that tears were starting to slip from her eyes in both frustration and ecstasy.

Never had Dean denied her this long. Normally he would make her come as many times as she could, over and over until she was spent. This time, he wouldn't even give her it once. She didn't know if she loved it or hated it.

Head thrashing about, she tried once again to plead for her release but the words just turned into a muddling of nonsense.

"What was that?" He asked

She whined in answer.

"If you want something, you need to use your words." She could feel the smirk against her thigh. "Did you want something?"

She tired to find the words in her jumbled up mind but she couldn't all she could think about was the way he was making her feel.

"No? Then where was I?" He set back in.

"AH!" She screamed as her oversensitive clit cried out. "DEAN!"

"Shhh, we don't want to distribute the people next door."

"P-pl…ple…please." She finally managed to get out.

"Please what?"

A wave of frustration hit her so hard that she started to cry.

Instantly Dean stopped. "Angel." He said in a deadly serious voice.

Realizing that he was worried, she opened her eyes and look at him "Pl…please let me come."

Dean's eyes went wide and she saw a bit of hesitation in his face, which at this moment was about as frustration as the need for release. Worried about that he was going to stop, he reached down and tangled her fingers through his hair. She then tugged as hard as she could.

He grunted and gave a small cringe before a small but sexy smirk came to his face. "Demanding." He mumbled before setting back in.

At first it was so overwhelming, almost too overwhelming, but as her body tipped towards the edge again, her body seemed to register that he was finally going to give her what she wanted.

And when it came, she screamed.

D.D.D.

He watched as Angel thrashed on the lounge. Broken noises poured from her as she came. It was both very hot and concerning.

He wondered if he had pushed her too far. He knew that she has been enjoying it at the start but then he saw the tears, and even though somewhere in his mind he knew that they were due to the frustration, he couldn't stop feeling guilty.

When she finally calmed down, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Are you alright?" She nodded. "Are you sure."

"I'm sure." She said in a breathless voice.

"I just wanted to make sure." He told her. "When I saw the tears, I was worried that I pushed you too far."

She shook her head again. "No…it was just very overwhelming, and I didn't know what to expect and I was just so frustrated."

"Sometimes I forget that your still 'new' to all this, and that there's a lot of stuff that you haven't had a chance to experience."

"That just means you'll have to show me everything."

"Yeah, and how knows, maybe we'll find out that your just as freaky as I am. I mean we've already discovered that you like hair pulling, on both sides."

Her eyes flashed, and she bit her lip. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Hurt me?" He chuckled. "Darling, you could rip out a chunk of my hair and I would still get hard as stone for it."

She made a face. "I don't like that thought."

"Which part? Me getting hard as stone or you ripping out my hair."

"The hair ripping part."

"Good because, one of those we can avoid, the other is a daily occurrence."

"Daily?"

"Oh yeah. Every fucking day."

He glanced over to the clock radio on the bedside table and sighed. As much as he wanted to finish the night out strong and fuck her silly, he was sure that she was still feeling the aftermath of her intense prolonged orgasm. Not to mention it was getting late and they had to be up in the morning to catch their flight.

Turning back to Angel who was shaking as she adjusted the way she was laying on the lounge. "Why don't we get you into bed." He said as he scooped her up with ease.

A small squeal went through her as she latched onto him.

Moving to the bed, he plopped her down on her side before he helped her get under the covers, all while she just stared at him.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Getting you all tucked in."

"Why? I thought we were going to," She cleared her throat. "You didn't get to have any fun."

"Trust me, I had a lot of fun tonight."

"You know what I mean."

"I do, but it's cool, I can just work it out in the shower." She blinked at him. "I've told you before that I'm ok with just pleasuring you."

"I know. I'm just confused, I thought you said that you weren't going to let me go any times soon."

A realization hit him. She wanted to have sex. "I mean, if you're wanting to Darling, you don't have to ask me twice."

"Then don't make me."

Smirking, he jumped into the bed with her.

…

Whistling to himself, Dean walked through the lobby with a coffee in each hand. This morning when he left to go get a pre flight workout in, Angel was still sound asleep. Which after the night that they just had, he had a feeling she was still sleeping even now. Which was why he thought it would be a sweet boyfriend and bring her, her favorite caramel latte to wake her up with.

"Dean?" As soon as he registered that someone was calling him he stopped whistling instantly. He debated what his best option was. He really didn't want to run into a fan right now, but he already made it known that he heard the person calling him.

Fuck. He sighed as he turned around. To his surprise it wasn't a fan, it was Bo Dallas. "Bo?"

"It is you!" Bo smiled as he ran up to meet him. "I've never seen you in such a good mood before, so I wasn't sure if it was really you or not."

"Ah. Well, it's me."

"I can see that." He laughed. "So, care to tell me what has you in this good mood?"

"Um…"

"I bet it has to do with you beating Seth last night, huh?" He said quickly. "Which I can totally understand. Between you and me, I don't like the guy. He's too cocky for me."

"Welcome to the club."

"Where you're the president, vice president and treasurer." Bo laughed.

"Yeah, sure."

When the conversation died to an awkward silence, Dean was sure that Bo was going to quickly excuse himself, but he couldn't have been more wrong. The man sat there looking at him before his eyes dropped to the two coffees that were both cooling and heating up in his hands.

"OH!" Bo's eyes widened. "Either, Roman or you have more a sweet tooth then I would have thought, or you have a friend in your room." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Huh?"

"I mean, I'm not judging you on that one. You do you, but just be careful because you'll have a real mess on your hands if it gets out that you're sleeping with your fans. Especially for that cute manager of yours."

Dean's mouth would have dropped open if he hadn't been clenching his teeth. "What?"

"Think about it, if it got you that you sleep with your fans, it could lead to a messy rabbit hole that Angel would have to clean up." Watching the man in front of him, he wasn't sure if he was saying that he was being an asshole or just plain dumb. It was a close call.

"There's no fan." Dean said slowly. "The coffee is for Angel."

Bo stopped and blinked for moment, then a coy smile came to his face. "She has you fetching her coffee, huh? Or are you doing it to make up for her having to deal with your ass. No offence." He laughed. "I'm playing, I'm playing. Though, when you do need get on a girl's good side, coffee is the best way. They love that shit."

"Good to know." He sighed as he started for the elevator, and much to his chagrin, Bo followed him.

"It doesn't surprise me that Angel's into that super sweet stuff. It fits her too well."

"Does it?" Dean said almost on autopilot.

He reached forward to hit the elevator button only for Bo to beat him to it. "Yeah, just like that coffee, she hot, sweet, and is probably bad for you heart." He put both his hand over his chest. "She's so cute, I can't take it. That innocent look of hers is enough to get me going, you know what I mean. I ran into her once while she was talking to Renee and the way she blushed and looked up at me, I had to go work one out in the bathroom."

Inhaling sharply though his nose, Dean wondered if Bo was really this stupid, or he if was a fucking asshole. The elevator doors opened and they both got in.

"Oh! And then last night when she stole JBL's hat my I thought I was going to explode right there in the locker room. She looked so fine in it. So fine. Like save a horse, ride a cowgirl kind of fine."

Stupid. He had to be stupid because no one in the right mind would talk about Angel like this in front of him. No one without a death wish. The last person who did was her fucking ex and he almost murdered that man in front of a restaurant full of people. The only thing that stopped him was Angel. Well, she wasn't here now.

"Man, I bet she would be a wild ride too."

"She is."

Bo nodded in agreement until he registered what Dean had said. "What?"

Knowing that he opened a bottle that he wasn't going to be able to close, Dean decided to pick on him a bit. "Shit, you know what, I never answered your question from before. You wanna know why I'm in such a good mood, right? Well sure me getting a one up on Seth is a factor but the real reason is because, I got to spend all night fucking the shit out of Angel, and it was good." He whistled. "You know what I mean."

Bo eyes went wide.

"And she is one hell of a ride. Don't let that innocent look that she had fool you, once you get her going, there's no stopping her. God, my balls are still aching from the way she had me. Fuck." He groaned.

The ding that said that the elevator had reached a desired floor rang out and Dean leaned forward and whispered in Bo's ear. "Don't ever fucking talk about my girlfriend like that again." He stepped out of the elevator.

"Fucking, piece of shit, bitch." Dean cursed as he finally let his anger go. "Who the fuck does he think he is." He glanced back at the closed elevator. "Fucking stupid." He stomped his way down the hall to the room.

Quickly and carefully opening the door, he walked into the room. He looked at the bed where he had expected to see Angel still sleep but she wasn't there, instead she was over by the desk throwing things into her bag.

She looked up from what she was doing and a huge smile came to her face. "Aw, you got me coffee." Her voice was rough and he knew that it was due to a mix of sleep and all those delicious noises he had earned from her.

"I did." He smiled at her as he passed her the cup.

"Thank you." She gave him a peck on the lips.

"Any time." He said watching her closely as she took a long drink. When she licked her lips from the small amount of coffee that dripped on them, he smiled to himself. All of his anger washed way in that moment. Bo could talk about her all he wanted, but only he got to have her.

Katara Melody Cullen: I'm so glad that I got it out for your bday! That's so cool. HAPPY LATE BDAY by the way. Thanks for the review. Also I thought Roman finding out was the best thing that could happen without telling Dean just yet.

Lifewithcathair: Dean will find out about Eva...soonish. I'm glad you like the story. It makes me happy to hear. Also, a second read? what! it's so long reading once is a feat.

Katmoonchild: Soon...that's all I'm saying.

Sonia: Thank you for the review. Everyone wants to know when Dean's going to find out, I think you'll like it a lot.