Hello, my loves! Well, Clash at the Castle definitely didn't end as we wanted it for our favorite Scottish Warrior, but we still love and support him no matter what. He means the world to me and our family. The human being, Drew Galloway, make it so easy to root for the character of Drew McIntyre with his kindness and heart. We will love and support him NO MATTER WHAT! If you don't not sure why you read my stories to begin with. LOL!

But back in time to the Chosen One days again! As always, love to my girls GoldenGirl1920, ClaymoreQueen6176, wwechristina and HavenMoon1369 for all your support and feedback, and to anyone else who has been enjoying any of my stories!

OK, Drew is facing a future of hell not being with the woman he loves, and Dawn has learned some terrible truths. And yet, here they are again, Drew at Dawn's door that has opened to an opportunity for healing (and more). Let's find out what this night has instore for them! Enjoy!

PSA: I do not own any of the wrestlers or their personas. They belong to the WWE and themselves. I own the character of Dawn and that is all.

9th Floor - The Flamingo Hotel

"…Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down. Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around. 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile…" Taylor Swift (Sparks Fly)

Drew POV

I couldn't stand it in that fucking party one minute longer. When I heard that song and I looked inta Dawn's eyes, those hypnotizing emerald green orbs, I saw that spark. She remembered what I told her that night when I first made love ta her. And I meant every goddamn word of it. I've loved her since tha moment I saw that beautiful girl stretching in that staddle split. I have never stopped, and I never will.

I was lost and empty when she bolted from tha bar. Just as hollow as I've felt since I let her walk outta mah life two years ago. I went ta mah family and told them I needed ta leave. Mah Mum took me by tha hands and said, "Andrew, get yer arse upstairs and go get yer lass. Ya love her. Don't let her go. Ever." Mah Dad and John agreed. I hugged them all and left.

But I went up ta mah own room first. I panicked and paced fer a moment. What if all tha damage we've done ta each other was too much ta overcome? What if seeing me with Taryn over and over, especially witnessing that shit show engagement, was Dawn's breaking point? But I also knew I had ta try. I was done pretending ta be something I'm not: ready ta marry a chit I could care less about. I want mo ghraidh. I need Dawn.

All I had ta do was find out what room she was in. But luck was finally on mah side. I heard some loud shouting from in tha hallway and saw Dolph running away from Room 937. He looked upset. Good! I was gonna try and make mahself scarce until he got on tha elevator, but he spotted me. As he stepped on tha elevator ta go down, he flatly said, "Dawn's in there. You love her? Go get her."

Even in mah brief shock, I didn't hesitate a second. I knocked on tha door and heard her normally sweet voice filled with rage and ire. I couldn't help but wonder what had gone down batween the two of them. Did he try to force himself on Dawn? I swear if he did, I'll fucking kill him with mah bare hands. When she threw tha door open, I didn't know what state I'd find her in. Would she cuss me out and tell me ta fuck off? Christ knows I would've deserved it.

But she didn't. She just stood there. Tears had streaked her makeup, and those tender eyes were red from crying. But yet, it was tha softest she had gazed upon me in over two years. She just looked at me and said, "Drew, what are you doing here?"

In this moment, I'm frozen ta tha spot. I have no fucking clue what ta say, and I fear that if I told her tha truth that she will reject me yet again. But now, I'm shaking mah head and putting mahself out there. Trying not ta sob mahself, I sigh, "I can't do it, Dawn. I can't marry her. I don't love her. I never will. I can't live a lie anymore."

Her eyes widen and I'm preparing mahself fer tha eventually rancorous words being hurled mah way and tha door being slammed in mah face. But she looks up and down tha length of the hallway, takes mah hand and pulls me inside her room. I nervously sit on tha foot of her bed and rake mah hands through mah hair.

As the door closes, I can't believe she's even entertaining tha idea of listening ta what I have ta say. She's just standing with her back ta tha door looking down at tha ground, no eye contact with me. I can't look in those beautiful eyes, so I don't know what she's thinking. But she's obviously at least willing at listen ta what I haveta say. Fer a brief moment, neither of us know what ta say. She looks like she's trying ta find tha right verbiage ta express how she feels.

But I have ta at least start this conversation, "Dawn, I know ya have no reason ta balieve a damn word I say. I've hurt ya sa badly and fer sa long, I wouldn't blame ya if ya tell me ta fuck off. But I've been in fucking agony since we broke up. I was telling ya tha truth that night. I don't know how Taryn got in mah room ta begin with. I was waiting on ya ta come up and I took a shower ta wash off that beer smell. I wanted everything ta be absolutely perfect fer..."

I stop short of telling her tha reason since she still hasn't responded or acknowledged that she's even listening ta me. But I keep going, "After what went down in mah room, I went ta tha bar and started drinking. Sheamus was sapposed ta talk ta ya and hoped ya'd give me another chance. But Taryn handed me a drink ta, what she said was, make up fer tha trouble she caused. I was already sloshed at that point and took it. After I downed it, everything started going fuzzy. Tha next thing I knew, I was in her room, I thought I was in yers, and she was starting ta fuck me. But all I could see was ya. I thought it was ya I was with at first."

Still, no movement. No words. No looks. Nothing. I tell her, "Mah life has been one big blur after another since that night. At one point, I tried ta convince mahself that all tha crazy parties at tha Playboy Mansion and all tha wild shit we were doing was fun. But it wasn't. Taryn is volatile as hell. She uses sex ta control what I do and say. She told me that if I left her, she'd turn everything that happened that night around on me and make it look like I took advantage of her. She promised ta ruin me. She's… She screams and yells at me constantly. She also…" I haveta gulp bafer I say this bacause it's hard fer even me ta accept, "…hits me. She strikes me in tha face. She throws shit at me if things don't go her way. And I found out not long bafer Wrestlemania this year that she spiked mah drink that night during tha party. That's why everything was so hazy ta me and I couldn't stand on mah own."

She pushes away from tha door. She's still not looking me in tha eyes, but I see fresh tears streaking down that beautiful, distressed face. She sobs, "Oh my god! Nic was telling tha truth! Everything he said was fact. It all makes sense now. Oh Jesus! Oh Drew!"

I shake mah head as she cries, "Wait, Dawn. What are ya talking about?"

That's when our eyes finally meet. Her stare is finally filled with that familiar compassion and kindness. Gods, I love her sa fucking much! Her voice quivers, "Oh god, Drew! I'm so sorry! I believe you. I just found out… Nic just told me the same thing, and so much more."

She sits down in tha chair in front of me and proceeds ta tell me all Nic confessed ta. Tha longer she talks, I feel mah Scottish temper flair and a rage that is burning a hole in mah gut starts ta gnaw at me. When she finishes, I rise from tha bed and yell, "Those two fucking assholes! I'm gonna kill em both!"

She stands up and puts her hands up to plead, "No! Drew, no! First, you don't deserve to be in jail because of them. Second, as much as I hate him in this moment, Nic is also a victim of her manipulations and bullshit. And you know putting your hands on a woman in violence isn't in your character. Anger and rash decisions got us both into this mess to begin with. Let's let cooler heads prevail."

As much as I'm seeing red with a big fucking bullseye on them both at this moment, I start ta hear what Dawn is telling me. She's right. She's always been right. I furiously nod mah head and say, "OK. Yer right. I'm just sa fucking pissed. They took everything from us."

Dawn starts ta weep in earnest, heaving sniffles with her chest rising and falling. She's almost hiccupping through her tears as she cries, "Drew, I'm so sorry. For everything. If I had only just listened to you and believed you when you said nothing happened, we wouldn't be in this shit right now. We wouldn't've put each other through all that hell. All that pain we inflicted on each other. All because of what was done to us beyond our control. We would be happy together. I allowed this to happen to us."

I go right ta her and cup her beautiful face, "Nah, don't do this ta yerself. Ya didn't do this ta us. They did this. Those two assholes hurt us both. What ya walked in on, I never blamed ya fer yer reaction. I know how it looked. I've hated mahself since it happened."

She sucks in a sob and shakes her head, "No. Please stop thinking like that. What you went through that night. What that fucking bitch did to you. It makes me goddamn sick! And knowing that she's physically and mentally abusing you too… I fucking hate her! God, this is so awful! You never deserved that. I'm so sorry!"

I look at her standing in front of me and I just get swept up in mah feelings fer her, "Gods, I love ya! I never fucking stopped. This whole time, no matter what I was doing, no matter what we did ta hurt each other, all I ever wanted was ya. Any time I was with that bitch in any way, I would close mah eyes and pray that when they opened, ya'd be with me instead. Ya've always been tha one fer me. Ya complete me in every way. That night at Wrestlemania, when ya came ta mah room, I was gonna propose ta ya. That's why I wanted everything ta be perfect when ya got ta mah room."

She looked sad and slightly pissed as she says, "Please tell me that's not my fucking ring you put on her finger."

I sigh, "If I did, I'd be lying. I saw red that night after ya sang that song, and I wanted ta hurt ya as bad as ya hurt me. I feel like a fucking fool fer that. I carried it in mah pocket tha entire time. I don't know why. I guess I was dumb enough ta think if ya ever found it in yer heart ta fergive me, I'd propose ta ya right on tha spot. Some moronic idea like that."

She nods, "Once again, my stupidity and hot-headed bullshit caused heartache."

I reason with her as I step even closer ta her, caressing her cheek with mah thumb, "I'm just as guilty of that. But no more. We know now that what happened was done TO us. We didn't create tha problem. We were sa fucking happy tagather. And I still love ya with everything I have in me. I want nothing more than ta be yers ferever."

She doesn't say anything at first. She just stares inta my eyes. Fer tha first time in way too long, there's a warmth bahind her gaze. But I still don't know what she's thinking. That is, until she kisses me. Those soft, full lips I've been starving without fer tha last two years collide with mine and it's tha most fucking beautiful feeling in tha world. She places her hands on mah cheeks, like she's begging me to go deeper with tha kiss. I'm more than happy ta oblige.

"…This night is sparkling, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you…" – Taylor Swift (Enchanted)

Dawn POV

I don't know what has come over me. I just felt like I had to kiss him. No, I do know what came over me. Love. Knowing now how we were robbed of our happiness in the worst possible way and betrayal of trust of the vilest kind, I can finally let my guard down to him. I'm kissing him with all the love and passion I possess in my heart and soul for him.

All of the pain, guilt and anger from the last two years melted away hearing his words. So much of our life together has been taken from us. And what she did to Drew… Goddamn me! I wish I had known the unforgivable and terrible violation that bitch committed against him. I wanna find her, drag her out in the hallway by her cheap, ratty extensions and beat her ass mercilessly. But feeling his lips on mine after all this time is the true healing balm we both need.

I break from the kiss gently and say, "I still love you too."

Drew looks shocked and possibly on the verge of tears, "Ya do?"

I nod, with fresh tears flowing down my cheek, "I never stopped either. For so long, I tried to pretend that I was over you. I wanted to wish away my feelings and cover them up. I fooled myself into thinking that I didn't need you. But I do, Drew! Oh god! I love you so much!"

He smiles at me. Oh fuck, those dimples! Those kind blue eyes! I didn't realize how much I truly missed this until now. He puts his forehead to mine and whispers, "Mo ghraidh."

I give a tearful nervous laugh and say, "I've missed you calling me that so much."

He looks at me and mumbles softly, "Ya'll always be my love."

He gives me a sweet peck on the lips, but I have to know, "But now what? How do we handle this?"

He sighs and kisses me on the cheek, "I'm gonna tell her I'm not marrying her. But she's gonna fight me like tha fucking devil. She swore she would ruin me if I tried to leave her."

I smile, "We have each other. Do you think I'm gonna just let her get away with her bullshit? We'll face this together. I'll always have your back, no matter what. So, let's go and let the bitch know right now!"

As I start to the door, he laughs (Christ, how I've missed that hearty chuckle) and pulls me back gently by the hand. He pulls me flush against his chest and says, "Nah. I'll deal with her tamarra. I'm gonna tell her right bafer tha wedding. I wanna cut her as deep as she did ta us. But she can wait. We can't. We've waited fer too fucking long fer this. I don't care what we do. We can just sit and talk. I could just hold ya next ta me and I'll be happy fer tha first time in ages. I just wanna be with ya tanite."

I bite my lower lip and lower my eyes. I want this. I want him. I need him inside me. I have to be as close to Drew as possible. I reach over with trembling hands and start to finish unbuttoning his dress shirt. I gently shove the shirt off his shoulders until it falls to the floor. I kiss his warm, smooth chest and splay my hands all over it. I hear him groan as he snakes his arms around my waist.

I look up at him and murmur, "Please make love to me, Drew."

He looks incredulously at me and tilts my chin up, "Are ya sure? That's not why I came here tanite. I just needed ya ta know how I've felt in mah heart this whole time."

I take his hand into mine and say with a shaky voice, "I know. And that's why I want this. We've denied ourselves our true feelings and desires for too long. I love you and I want you."

He places a lingering soft kiss on my forehead and caresses my arms upward with his fingertips. When he reaches my shoulders, with the lightest touch possible, he slides my spaghetti straps down my arms. My dress slinks off my body and pools at my feet. I'm nude save for my red satin thong. I hear his breathing start to change as I feel the heat of his gaze on me.

He struggles to find the words as I start to undo his belt and pants, "Yer sa goddamn beautiful. More perfect than I even remember er see in mah dreams."

I grin impishly, lick my lips and look up at him as I assist his slacks over his hips to the floor, "You dream about me?"

As he kicks his pants to the side, he hums in pleasure as I trace the outline of that giant cock through his black boxer briefs, already rigid and ready for me, "All tha bloody time. Every night since we've been apart."

I slip my hands inside his waistband and rub my thumb around the tip of his throbbing head, "I've dreamed about you too. Every time I was with Dave or any other man, which were only two others despite the rumors you may've heard, I wanted them to be you so bad. I missed feeling your kisses, your touch, the way you felt inside me. I need you, Drew."

He removes my hand from his shorts, and he lifts me up, beckoning me to wrap my legs around his waist. His kisses on my neck are branding my skin as walks me over to the bed, palming and kneading my ass the entire way. He places his knee on the mattress and immediately covers my body as he lays me down on my back, running his hands all over my body as his kisses go lower.

When his mouth finds my left nipple, I gasp and arch my back under him. He gently licks it at first, like he's trying to tease me. But then, he wraps his lips around it suckling hard, which sends me feeling like I about to shoot off the bed in pleasure. When he pays the same loving attention to the right, his hands slip down to remove my panties. I can feel this slide down my legs and off my ankles.

He raises up and looks down on me as I lay there, panting with want., as he groans, "Yer more beautiful than ever, mo ghraidh. And yer mine. Ya'll always be mine."

I moan as he dips his mouth down to kiss me down the valley of my breasts and stomach, "Oh god! Drew, I am yours! you're so hot! The way your hair has grown out. How you've built your body up even more. You still know how…to…OH FUCK!"

That is my response him placing his head between my thighs and the heavenly things his tongue is doing to my clit. He's flicking it gently, but then sucks it hand between his lips. He captures it between his teeth, flattens his tongue out and rapid fire rubs it on the surface, creating this dynamic friction that immediately gets me wet.

I thread my fingers into that beautiful silky brown hair and writhe my hips as he plunges his tongue deep inside me. I start to make these squealy incoherent sounds as he laps up all of my juices off my swollen and sensitive sex. He is eating me out like he's a starving beggar who has found his buffet. He uses the pointer on his left finger to work in concert with his tongue on that tiny nubbin as he slides the long middle digit on his right inside and crooks it, stroking it against that spongy magical spot at my core.

That all too familiar tingle comes upon me fast and I start to whine "Oh shit! Drew, baby! I'm cumming! Oh fuck, that feels so…"

But I can't finish the thought as I shudder through my release, squirting myself all over his mouth. But he won't stop! He inserts another finger into me and slips them both in and out as he commands, "Fuck, I've missed that taste! I'd die ta have it ferever. That honey flows just fer me! Gimme some more! I fucking love it!"

That rush comes on me again as my body coils like a spring and jolts as I cum even harder, screaming his name and practically seeing stars from the euphoria that is washing over me. He laps up all traces of my orgasm with that wicked tongue and drags it on the inside of my thigh. He raises up slightly and licks his fingers, soaked with every drop he pulled out of me.

He quickly removes his black boxer briefs and that large object of my desire springs free from its confinement. In a quick movement, moves back between my legs and kisses me, allowing me to taste the sweet saltiness of my desire for him. His hands rove all over my body, tenderly grazing my breasts and hips before lift my knees up to prepare me for the inevitable.

Breathless with anticipation, he surprises me by asking, "Are ya sure? Do ya want this?

I look into his eyes and the gravity of everything he went through from the past two years slaps me in the face. My eyes start to pool as I respond, "I should be asking you this. You're the one that endured that… Oh god, Drew! I'm so sorry!"

He plants a gentle kiss on my cheek and assures me, "I wouldn't still be here with ya if I didn't wanna. The fact ya even care about how I feel tells me I'm right where I needta be. I trust ya more than anyone on this planet. I love ya, Dawn Chapman."

I reach for his gorgeous, dimpled face and say, "I love you too, Drew Galloway. And yes, I'm sure."

He hastily reached down and guides his large member to my entrance. I can feel it pulsing already and it's only the head that has breached my entrance. As he takes me lips in slow, sex laden kiss, he begins to push himself inside my heat. He's about halfway in and he snaps his hips, fully sheathing himself deep within my walls.

I scream against his mouth, digging my nails into his shoulders, "Oh shit! Baby, it's been too long! You still feel so good!"

He hovers his mouth just over mine as he groans, "Mo ghraidh! Ya still fit me perfectly. Ya were made fer me. Fuck, yer still sa tight!"

He starts to withdraw, only to slide back in slowly. My legs and feet are flanking his sides, undulating with his strokes as I raise my hips to meet his powerful thrusts. I start to feel those little ripples of ecstasy come over me as he rolls his hips up and in, his pace a little faster every time. He always would adjust his position to make the sex better when we were together before. But he hasn't this time. His face is still close, his forehead touching mine, like he can't feel close enough to me. But this is so intense, I don't want it to stop.

He takes right hand in his in his left, turns it over and kisses my palm. This little gesture of intimacy is overwhelming, and I am overcome with emotion. As he continues to pump inside me, each stroke feeling better than the last, I take his lips in a deep kiss. He folds my tiny, slender hand in his large strong one and pins it to the side of my pillow.

My slick honied walls begin to clinch and I know I'm close, and so does Drew. He mumbles, "Oh shit! Dawn, I feel ya. Yer sa close. Let it go. Cum fer me, mo ghraidh! Fuck, ya feel like heaven!"

My voice is practically a squeal as I whimper, "Oh baby! I missed how you feel inside me so much! I love you, Drew… OH GOD!"

My orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer as I scream against his mouth. His other hand clinches mine and he holds it to the other side. I tighten my grasp as his thrusts have started to grow sloppy and, with a loud grunt and mingles with the echo of my sighs around the room, Drew cums like a rushing river. I feel it coat the deep recesses of my womb, triggering a more powerful release from me as he slows his strokes down.

We are both breathing hard, our exhalations escaping from our lips in cries of each other's names. When we were together before, we had sex what seemed like a million times. Every time, it was incredible. But this lovemaking was different. This has been the most profound and euphoric experience we had ever shared. Possibly from not being with each other in so long, but whatever the reason, it was all consuming and extraordinary.

He looks down at me, his forehead drenched with sweat, and asks, "Did ya feel that?"

I nod, "Yes. Damn! I've never experienced anything like that before! It was like an earthquake and fireworks combined."

He gets a goofy look on his face and adds, "We always made tha bed rock, but that was fucking incredible, even by our standards!"

I roll my eyes and giggle, producing another orgasm feeling him pulse inside me, "Oh my god, You're still a dork!"

He leans in closer to me and chuckles, "I'm yer dork. Christ, I fucking love ya, Dawn. I'm yers ferever."

I look up at him with the biggest smile I've ever produced and say, "I'm enchanted to meet you again, Mr. Galloway. I love you more than ever."

He grins, then looks down to that holy place where our bodies are joined, "Well, well. I still got a hard on. Get up here and ride me!"

I squeal with delight as he snakes his arm around my waist and rolls over, pulling me on top of him and our sexes never parting. I giggle, but then I freeze. I feel him so deep inside me, it's like I'm impaled on him. I moan at just the slightest movement. I see Drew's eyes turn from mirth filled to wild with desire. Oh god, this man is gonna kill me in the best way possible!

He caresses my stomach up with his fingertips, grazing my pebble like rosy peaks. They feather touch my bottom lip and I give them a smooch. As I start to slowly rise and fall, his girth stretching me as wide as I can go, I stick out my tongue and lick his digits. He groans as I rock my hips from front to hand, his hands lower to apply pressure to my thighs.

My hands go to his tanned chest for leverage, I press down as my motions start to increase with intensity and pace. I arch my back as my bucking and bouncing grows wilder, losing myself to complete and total inhibition and rapture. His large, warm hands rise to palm my breasts, squeezing and kneading them as I start feel myself approach the cliff of paradise.

I hum and gasp, "Oh god! Baby, I feel it! I'm close!"

He grants and pants, "Let it go! Wet mah whole fucking lap! Gods yer sa damn hot! Shit!"

I scream and close my eyes, ceasing my motion except for my jerky thrust downward anas my walls constrict around him, unleashing my orgasm in what feels like a puddle. I feel as limp as a dishrag as I ride out the wave. He sits up in a rush and automatically suckles on my breast, his hand holding up underneath so assist in his labor.

I dip my head down and kiss the top of his head, as I adjust my legs to spread the wide. I grasp his shoulders and dig my heels into the mattress when I feel his hips thrust upwards. This drives him even deeper into my slick heat. I moan as I start to push my hips in with each thrust. My nails dig deep into his flesh as we rock to that beautiful familiar rhythm that only belongs to Dawn Chapman and Drew Galloway.

His hands grasp my hips and pull them harder against his, the penetration now becoming too much to bear. That sticky, slapping sound from our sweat dreanched lower bodies is like a symphony of pure love and raw sex. I don't even recognize my own voice as I squeal out, "Oh Drew! Fuck! Oh baby! I love you! I missed you!"

He cupped my cheek and slides his hand in my hair, "Mo ghraidh! I'm about ta cum! Gods, I'll love ta til tha end of time! FUCK!"

Both of our bodies convulse, and we cry out our names against each other's mouths as our orgasms hit us like a tidal wave at the same time. Our breathing still labored, our mouths are hovering over each other. Our eyes lock, blue on green, fire on fire, love on love. Our fingers touch slightly, then fold gently into each other. He raises mine to his lips and tenderly kisses it. I start to tear up yet again and his other hand reaches up to thumb my tears off my cheeks.

He traces my jawline and whispers, "Mo ghraidh, please don't cry. We're tagather now."

I nod and heave a sob, "I know, but I can't help it. I'm so happy, but I'm so sad at the same time. So much was stolen from us."

He kisses my forehead and breathes, "None of that matters now. We found each other again. It's you and me against tha whole fucking world. I'll be damned if I ever let anything, or any fucker come batween us ever again. I'm yers and yer mine. I love ya more than ever."

I am beyond touched with those words and I grin, "I love you, Drew. More than you'll ever know."

Those dimples will be the death of me one day as he chuckles, "There's that smile. I haven't seen it in sa long. Tha one ya only have fer me. I'd die a thousand time if it meant ta see it just once."

I giggle, "You really are a romantic."

He sighs, "Only fer ya, mo ghraidh. Now, kiss me."

Future Dawn and Drew

We sat there, legs wrapped around each other, and bodies entwined, kissing and touching for what seemed like ages. Neither wanting that sweet, special moment to ever end. We made love so many times that night, like we were trying to make up for the sex we missed out on in the last two years. Every position, every noise, every release even better than the one before. It was perfection, it was love, it was everything we should've had all along.

But we should've known. It was almost too perfect. We foolishly thought that all we needed was our love. We should've known she had another evil bullshit scheme up her rotten sleeve that would tear us apart again. But we were blinded by our loving present, and we didn't care to see the danger up ahead. That night we made more than the most beautiful love, but we were heading into the most heartbreaking turn we could've ever imagine. But that night was magic while we still had it in our grasp.