Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Thirty-Two:Aftermath and Pre-Christmas Surprises

When I moved my hands to my right, I felt another body next to me. It was Jon, sound asleep. Looking at his face, he seemed contempt and at peace. He had an arm draped lazily across my stomach, the other beneath his pillow.  As much as I wanted to wake him, I didn't. He deserved to sleep for as long as his body would let him. Careful not to disturb him, I got out of the bed and looked for clothes.

Nothing I wanted to wear was in my suitcase. My ball shorts were at home and my favorite tank top was still on a hangar at my mother's house. Jeans were not acceptable and I wasn't going to wear a dress for a long time. Fortunately, just at the bottom of my bag, there was a Butcher Babies t-shirt that I had picked up in Atlanta. I threw that on over a black bra and underwear. 

I almost tripped going up the little stairs but caught myself before my face could hit a corner of a counter. The refrigerator was scarcely populated. And just in the back, there was a packet of bacon. I turned to the island, picked up a skillet and began to cook, laughing when I found that there were plates and a few utensils.

With the bacon sizzling behind me, I found my phone and looked at the time. Tonight would be the last time WWE did an event in Vegas for a whole year. By next week, we would be in Canada after doing TLC in Boston, then on to South and North Carolina before we would get three days off for the Christmas holidays. And during those three days, I would be at my mother's house with Jon.

I rubbed my neck, whimpering when I felt a tender area that was sore. Examining it, I found it to be a hickey. It wasn't big, but it was very dark and would need massive amounts of concealer. I checked the rest of my body and found nothing else. I knew that I would have a hard time explaining to Melissa, on of our makeup artists, why I had a hickey. She wasn't very fond of them. It's one of the reasons why she and Rosa always fought.

Once the bacon was done, I sprinkled some cheese on it and set off to make two omelets. To my surprise, the omelets turned out nicely, nary a dark spot or uncooked part to be found. It made me really, unbelievably happy.

Just before nine-thirty, everything was finished. And what perfect timing. Jon came sauntering out of the bathroom, smiling when he saw me. He came over to me and kissed my cheek, taking a plate and sitting at the island.

"And she cooks a damn good breakfast. I've hit the motherload," he said, taking a bite of the bacon.

"Just shut up and eat," I said. 

I began to eat what I had given myself: grilled chicken with black olives smothered in mozzarella cheese. 

"You're always eating that," Jon said, drinking some juice. "I'm surprised that you haven't married a bowl of it yet."

"I haven't ruled that out yet. Wanna be the best man?"

"Oh, definitely." His smile made my heart melt a little.

Looking out the window, I was thankful that the clouds were not looming overhead. Seeing the sun shine was actually making me happy. But it was hard to admire the midday beauty because of all of the buildings.

"When do you want to leave?" I asked, placing the dirty dishes in the sink.

"'S three good wif oo?" He spoke through a mouth full of French toast. 

I laughed, wiping syrup from his mouth. "Yeah. Three is okay."

After eating breakfast together, Jon and I went back into the bedroom. He had a television in his room; something I had overlooked last night. We watched tv for a while, just enjoying each other's company. Around 11:30, Jon was flipping through the channels when he found a funny show. While he was laughing, I stared up at him in amazement. He looked so innocent whenever he was laughing. The way his dimples perked up made me get butterflies in my stomach. 

When he looked down at me, Jon smirked. He leaned down to me, kissing me softly. I moaned into his mouth. That seemed to excite him, for Jon then kissed a blazing trail down to my neck where he bit me. My hand shot up from underneath the blankets, my nails digging into his back as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Jon abandoned my neck. He sat me up and pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it to the floor. Before he could do anything else, I pinned him to the bed. I purposefully sat on his crotch, grinding my body into his hips. He threw his head back and laughed a little. 

"You're such a tease," he said. Jon sat up and then rolled us over so that I was now lying down. He pinned my arms above my head.  "You're playing a dangerous game."

I felt exasperated. Every inch of my body was a live wire and I knew in that moment that I absolutely wanted him. His hot breath blew against my skin, goosebumps rising everywhere. 

"Maybe I want to play," I whispered, reaching up to bite his lower lip. 

Needles to say that we were hella late.