The sound of punches echoed through the empty gym, grunts mixing with them. Dean Ambrose, the man currently punching the bag he was at, kicked his leg up, it hitting the bag roughly before falling back to the floor. He stopped for a moment, only to wipe the sweat from his forehead and it dripped down the side of his face.
Anger coursed through his entire body. He was in so much pain, he was shaking so terribly from it. But he didn't care. As usual, he'd put himself through pain until he finished. He was stubborn, very stubborn, and he didn't seem to care. He only cared about one thing and one person. Kelly. Kelly was his everything. His world, his happiness, his heart. He loved her but he was afraid to admit it.
Love to him was just a word. Just a word with no meaning since you always got hurt from love.
That thought ignited another fire in him, brighter, stronger, higher- punches echoed through the gym again. His fists hit harder than before which made it worse since there was no tape around his hands. The skin on his hands were red, the skin on the verge of breaking and letting the blood spill. And soon enough, it did. He didn't care, though. Just continued.
That was, until, a voice called his name. Loud, angelic, clear, perfect... Dean punched one last time before turning around to meet Kelly's worried gaze. He stared at her, sweat dripping down his entire body as he breathed heavily. He could see the tears in her eyes as she examined him.
"Kelly-" Dean began but was cut off by her.
"No! Dean, shut up. You're hurt, you're pale as fuck, sit down." Kelly demanded but it had no effect on him.
"I'm fucking fine. Leave me-" Kelly forced him to sit down on the edge of a ring apron in the gym. She dropped her bag and walked away.
Dean stared at her ass as she walked away, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip wetting it. She had a nice ass, one that fit against his perfectly when they danced at clubs together and grinded. Even if they weren't together, he couldn't help it. The sexual tension between the two was still there but Kelly denied it. Dean? He loved it and full out admitted it was still there.
»Flashback | That afternoon, third person POV«
"Why are you so damn selfish?! All you care about is yourself! You're so moody all the time and you don't care how I feel!" Kelly yelled at him, anger burning in her eyes.
Dean stared at her in shock, not believing what she just said. His mouth slight agape, he quickly shut it as a look of anger replaced the shocked look.
"I don't think about you? Only myself? Oh, sure! I was thinking about myself when I took you out on all those dates, I was thinking about myself when I decided to stay with you even though I know I was bad for! When I gave up smoking and my old life for you! Only thinking about myself, huh?!" He shouted at her.
"What about my feelings huh?!" Dean shook his head.
"What feelings? You haven't shown me any for the past month! You know what- no. No. Fuck you. Leave me alone and don't ever contact me again. Erase me from your life. Forever!" Dean hissed.
Kelly visibly flinched by those words. "Dean, no! Just listen! I l-" The door slammed shut, cutting off the rest of the word. She rushed to the door, opening it quickly. "Dean!" She called down the hall, him nowhere to be seen.
»Flashback ends | Present, third person POV«
Kelly came back with a first aid kid, setting it beside Dean. They both were engulfed in silence as she began cleaning his hands. Once she finished, she wrapped bandages around both of them before setting the kit aside.
"Dean, I never-"
"I love you." Dean blurted out, cutting her off as her eyes widened.
"I love you, Kelly. I have since... Since forever. I just don't believe in it but now I do, especially with you... Hell, I don't just love you, I'm in love with you." He said in a rushed yet calm tone.
Kelly didn't respond, just turned his head to face her, kissing him deeply and lovingly. Dean reacted fast, immediately returning the kiss. He slipped off the apron, spreading her legs to stand between them. His hands rested on her hips. Before it got too heated, Kelly pulled back but Dean didn't stop. He kissed all over her neck, nibbling on it and leaving a single hickey. She knew there'd be more later..
"Dean... I.. I love you..." She whispered out, her eyes closing.
"Be mine again, take me back, kiss me, love me, just fucking hold me..." He growled against her skin.
"Yes, yes Dean, of course.." Kelly murmured.
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