Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Thirty: Laying it All on the Line

"We're here," he announced as we came to a full, complete stop.

Looking out of the window, my jaw dropped in shock. The building was huge, extending at least twenty floors into the air. The exterior was well-kept and looked a little too pristine to be an apartment building. There had to have been at least four, reasonably-sized units to each floor. I hoped that there wouldn't be no stairs to climb because Jon had told me earlier that he lived on the sixteenth floor.

"Woah." It was all I could say.

"Big, is it not?"

"It's of skyscraper proportions. You could probably see the desert from here."

"I wish. I can see the mountains from here on a clear night, but never the sky. It's all of the goddamned lights that stop me from getting a good view," he said, stepping out of the car.

I continued to stare in amazement, wondering how long it would take someone to reach the top.

"So are you gonna continue to stare at it like an idiot," Jon asked as he opened my door,"or are we going to continue the festivities upstairs?"

To my dismay, there were stairs. I took off my shoes before we started climbing them. Jon laughed when I tripped a couple of times, but I made sure that he fell down with me as well. By the thirteenth floor, I was ready to give up and remain where I was the whole night. Jon wasn't tired at all. But when he looked back at me, he laughed before slinging me over his shoulder.I ranted the rest of the way up, asking why there weren't any elevators. Jon never answered. He just laughed. 

At last, we finally reached the sixteenth floor. Jon sat me down gently, turning away for a brief moment to fish around his pocket for the key. I had been trying to prepare for the last hour, trying not to act like a pussy. And as the heavy oak door opened, revealing a dark interior, I realized that I had to be brave.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he said, ushering me inside.

The apartment was nearly barren, hardly furnished at all. The living room had a tv, a glass coffee table and a cream-coloured leather couch that looked brand new. The kitchen was higher than anything else in the room, positioned on a little plateau. There was an island, a few cabinets, a giant steel refrigerator, and a stainless-steel double sink. There were five hooks above the island, three were occupied by what seemed to be the only pots and the only frying pan that he owned. The floors were made of black granite, feeling smooth and cool underneath my feet. The walls were white, not harboring any photos or posters. And at least ten feet beyond the couch, there was a giant bay window that overlooked downtown Las Vegas.

"I know it's not much, but-" He tried to be humble, but I cut him off.

"Don't apologize, alright? This is a wonderful place. It's so big, so open. It'd be cool to live in a place like this," I said, still drinking in the charm.

"Thanks," he said, closing the door behind him.

"Do you know what else is so great about living here?" Jon came closer, forcing me to back up against a wall.

"What?"

I didn't have the opportunity to say much after that only because he kissed me. It started out at a slow, sweet pace. But after my arms were pinned above my head, to the wall, the tempo quickened, going from a peaceful moderato to a spicy, electrified allegro. I dragged a little, but quickly caught up when I found the perfect moment to bite his lower lip. 

My pulse quickened when he reached my neck. I sighed, holding him closer to me. Jon pulled me closer, sealing the distance between us. I could feel the heat radiating through his shirt. I took the next step by ripping off his tie and throwing it casually onto the ground. My necklace clattered somewhere on the floor, the pendant rolling away. There was a slight pause as we stared into each other's eyes. Lust was a strong presence, I could already feel it brushing against my right leg. I gave my sign of approval, smiling coyly.