Bleeding Red (CM Punk WWE)

Seventeen- Culmination.

She pushed him away slightly,

"Dean," she looked at him concerned,

"What's wrong?" She asked as he continued to try to convince her to have sex, her eyes discreetly scanned his arms for puncture marks, to her relief there were none. He smelled and seemed sober, but that only scared her more.

"I need you ok? Don't ask questions" he muttered into her neck, biting her slightly. She pushed him off,

"It's not a good idea" she told him as she got up and started to get dressed, she turned away from him as she snapped her bra on. She heard him sigh, she was glad he had given up as she pulled on a pair of yoga pants. Soon she felt her bra loosen as he kissed her shoulder, his arms wrapping around her from behind.

"Why not?" He whined

"Because I don't feel like it ok?" She glared as she reclipped her bra. Outside she could hear how hard it was raining as the water hit the balcony. She pulled on a pajama shirt, her fingers flying up the buttons, and untangled herself from him as she pulled on socks. She let her hair out of the towel and began to run her comb through it as she sat on her bed, when he snatched it from her hands and began to do it for her. She was surprised by his smooth gentle movements as he worked the comb through her mane. She was quiet.

"You wanna tell me whats wrong with you?", he scoffed,

"The list is too long,". She turned to face him,

"You know what I mean"

"Nothing, I just want to be with you. Is there something wrong with that? I'm a man and you're an extremely attractive woman, it shouldn't be too hard to believe that I-" He shrugged, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand as he admired her nude face,

"Cut the bullshit Ambrose. I know something is up." She cut him off, he glared.

"I want to make love to-" he began she gave him a look,

"Just show me a little tenderness" he pouted, she flinched at his choice of words.

"I don't feel like it" she growled as she faced away from him, soon she felt the comb going through her hair again, this time a little rougher.

"You never do. I have so many rain checks from you that if I made you honor them we'd be fucking until next month, and that's just me being modest" he smirked

"Although seeing as you were a virgin before Punk, I don't expect too much from you, maybe I'll have to show you a thing or two...But I think I'm owed something, I mean you've never officially fucked me." He pulled rougher,

"Ow" she growled,

"Is this how you combed Mal's hair?!" She whined, he pulled again.

"No" he laughed,

"Don't try to change the topic, you know what I want"

"Well I don't want to."

"Ruby Rojo, just give me a chance. I bet I can make you scream louder than Punk ever could, and don't you dare lie to me and say you accept then do to me what you do to Roman and Seth"

"And what exactly do I do?" She batted her eyelashes innocently,

"Get them all riled up with your Ruby kisses, then the time comes you pull away all seductive and make them drink with you. Look I don't know what you put in their drinks but they wake up the next morning thinking they fucked you when you didn't!"

"Maybe that's just what you'd like to think-"

"No Ruby I know you. You're not a whore, you're a one man type of woman, you'd never fuck anyone who wasn't Punk" he wagged his finger at her, she dropped her head looking at the floor,