One Shots - WWE Edition

Butterflies - Dean Ambrose

"How's it going?" I walked up behind Dean as he watched the match happening on TV and circled my arms around his waist. He scratched the back of his head and absentmindedly dropped one big hand to rest on top of mine as he continued to study the match.

"Fine. Just trying to figure out AJ's style."

"Was that a pun?"

"Not at all." I couldn't see his face, but I could almost feel it pull into a lopsided smug grin as he mulled over his own stupid joke. I snorted and tightened my arms a little, slightly frustrated when he continued to stare ahead at the screen without moving.

Dean Ambrose isn't a very touchy feely man. In the six months we've been dating he has been infuriatingly reserved when it comes to that. I, on the other hand, love absent minded cuddling and hand holding and the likes. I guess it must be a girly thing. There is no denying that Dean is a tough as nails no nonsense guy. Even still, he still gets... softer? ... around me. That's enough for me. Though I wouldn't mind at times if he would quit being so formal..

"Come on." His gruff voice broke me out of my thoughts. He began to stride off in the direction of the locker rooms, breaking my contact with him without a second thought. I trot after him to catch up to his long steps and try to casually entwine our fingers. He returns the gesture absentmindedly again, without thinking. Is it really that natural to him? Doesn't he think about it at all?

"My man!" He found Roman, who was returning from the match with AJ, and separated our hands as he greeted Roman with open arms. Dean ruffled the back of his hair and Roman shot me a smile in greeting. The two began to discuss the match, going over all the details of AJ's fighting style do Dean would know what he was working with in his upcoming Championship match with AJ. When the two finished their discussion, Dean suggested we head to catering before his own match in an hour or so.

I got my little paper bowl filled with colourful fruit and sat down beside Dean who was already happily munching on his salad. Like a subdued child, he relayed to me everything Roman had told him in between mouthfuls of lettuce so big his cheeks puffed out. As I listened to him excitedly talk, thoughtfully chewing a grape, I ever so casually leaned my legs towards him a bit more until our knees touched. I figured it was a small victory when he didn't appear to notice. I scooted the tiniest bit closer and he stopped mid-sentence when he noticed I was all but pressed against him.

"Babe, what are you doing? Everything alright?"

"Oh umm.... yeah. I just wanted to sit a bit closer."

"Oh okay." He touched the back of his head briefly, ruffling his hair slightly, and picked up my now empty bowl and placed it on top of his. "Let's head back to check out the rest of the show."

He stood up swiftly. I was a bit confused by his sudden actions, and a bit crestfallen too, but I stood up none the less and followed him as he walked slightly ahead of me. His actions felt a bit jumpier than usual and I couldn't help but feel a bit defeated. Did he really hate being that close to me so much? I looked up at the back of his head. He was walking so closely ahead of me but he felt miles away. His hair was usually a little on the messier side, but was even more so now since he had just ruffled in moments ago. A realisation began to wash over me as I narrowed my eyes at his hair.

"Wait." I stopped short. My suddenness must've spooked him because he almost tripped over himself when he turned to face me. "Your hair...." He eyed me in confusion as I put my thoughts in order. "You keep touching the back of your head." I saw his right arm twitch, a que that he wanted to do just that but had to stop the knee-jerk reaction. I pressed my lips together, trying to hide a smile, as my thoughts began to fall into place.

"Dean Ambrose..... do you get nervous when I touch you?" His eyes widened to the size of full moons. Busted.

"N-no.. I... it's just a habit."

"Oh yeah?" I casually strode forward, tactfully backing him up ever so slowly until his back touched the wall of the white brick hallway. I looked up at him and I swear I saw a hint of pink in his cheeks. He was quickly getting more nervous by the second and I knew I had him caught. Finally he let out a puff of air, holding the back of his neck as he spoke quietly.

"I just... I get really really shy around you, okay?"

"WHAT? You.... you get shy??" I couldn't stop the shout in my voice. I never in a thousand years expected him to actually admit it out loud. No, he's the kind of guy that would write it down and give it to you in a note. But this? This is golden. He shrugged sheepishly and I felt my jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me." He ruffled the back of his hair to hide his embarrassment. There it is again!

"No, I mean... yeah. Okay? I get really shy."

"But.. why?" He shrugged again, clearly ruffled still by his outed secret.

"I dunno... you how you get those butterflies right before you kiss someone? I feel those all the time around you."

"Oh my God...... is that why your hands shake??" His silence was all the answer I needed. "You told me that was a blood sugar thing! Hahahaha I can NOT believe this!"

"Alright, that's enough." His embarrassment was clearly getting the best of him and he pulled me into a tight hug, purposely pressing my face firmly against his chest so I couldn't see his face. Through the giggles I wrapped my arms around him tightly and breathed in his scent lightly tinged with cologne.

"I'm sorry that's just kind of adorable."

"It isn't adorable." I could almost hear the pout he had on his face. Despite his firm embrace I wiggled loose enough that I could look at him. I smiled sweetly and rested a palm on his cheek. His pout fell way a bit and I earned a heartwarming smile from him.

"Yeah. I like you just the way you are." I straightened his leather jacket that had gotten slightly disheveled. Dean smile softened to the point of being heart melting. He knew what I meant. 

"Come on, babe." He casually slung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me close as we walked. I sighed happily despite my impatience with him these past few days. The truth is... if he were this touchy all the time then I probably wouldn't appreciate the times he does want to be close so much. As if he could hear my thoughts he pulled me closer to place a quick kiss on my cheek before whispering, "I love you."

"I love you, too." I whispered back. And I do. I always will love him just the way his is. My tougher than nails badass boyfriend who still gets butterflies around the girl he likes. I can deal with that. Happily. Forever and ever.

Dedicated to: SkyAmbrose <3