Shivers * WWE Fanfic

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"I'm exhausted." Dean groans as he opens the door for me. "Did you not sleep last night?" He shakes his head no as he grabs his gym bag.

"Why not?" I ask as he grabs my hand with his free hand. We've been faking this for a few days or so. It's still odd but I'm getting used to it. Well a little at least.

"Because I was coming up with ideas for this weekend. We have a few days to think of what we're going to do."

"What are we going to do?" My voice lowers as we enter the arena. "I don't know yet. I'll come up with something though. I assure you."

"Okay. Where do I wait for you?" Today we have a live show. I'm not in it but Dean is. Of course I had to come too because I'm a supportive girlfriend.

"Just wait here. I'm going to change. Okay?" He kisses my forehead and I look at him. "People were watching." He mumbles as he as enters the locker room.

I turn around and see some wrestlers. I then lean back on the cold wall as I wait for Dean. "Waiting on your lover?" Randy says. I immediately straighten up. He's with Sasha and I can't help to feel jealousy.

"Yes." I answer. "Ahh I see." Randy says and walks in the locker room. Sasha crosses her arms and smiles.

I force myself to smile and then look away. She still stands there though. Her eyes make intimidated.

"How are Dean and you doing?" Sasha asks. "We're good." I reply. "Oh that's great. Are you ready for this weekend?"

"You bet we are." Dean answers as he steps out of the locker room. He grins and puts his arm around me.

"Good. We are ready as well." She smiles and walks away as Randy walks to her. "She's so jealous." He laughs throwing his head back.

"Yeah." I mumble looking at the ground. "Why the long face payjay?" He asks. "It's just not fair." I say sadly my eyes filling up with tears.

"What do you mean?" He asks as he takes his arm off me. He stands in front of me as I look up at him feeling my chin quiver.

"It's just- he - he- and she.. and I- I don't-" I stutter and he stops me, "I can't understand you payjay."

"It's just not fair that she gets jealous but Randy doesn't even look at me." I say swallowing the knot in my throat.

"It's okay. He will get jealous. Okay? One way or another. Alright?" He says. I nod my head looking at my shoes.

"Don't be a cry baby payjay." He chuckles. I bite the inside of my lip. I start sniffing and he gasps loudly. "Oh God no! Don't cry!!! I was kidding."

He grabs my face and wipes my tears. "I'm sorry." He mumbles. I stop crying and stare at him. Did Dean Ambrose just apologize to me?

I've never heard him say the word sorry. I didn't think he would ever say it to me but he did. "You're sorry?"

"Yeah. I'm not heartless you know." He says. "I know. I just... it's not normal for you to apologize."

He doesn't say anything. He simply wipes my almost dry tears from my cheeks. His fingers are soft but very cold. Almost too cold.

After he's done he removes his hands from my face. We stare at each other for what it seems forever.

This time I'm not the one to break the eye contact. He does. He turns his head and looks away.

A few seconds go by and he turns to me again. "Okay we should get going cheese ball." I nod my head and follow him down the hall.

"Who's your match against?" I ask as water runs down his drippy wet hair. "Randy." He replies with a satisfying grin.

"You're not going to start something, right?" He turns to glance at me as we finally make it backstage. "Of course not. I'll keep it professional chipmunk."

"Ha professional? You don't know the meaning of that." I say crossing my arms over my chest. "Of course I know how to be professional you twit."

"Calling me nicknames is not professional." He laughs, "Um, but I don't have to be professional with you pinky poo."

I roll my eyes as he laughs teasing me. He makes me roll my eyes so much it feels like my eyes are going to roll to the back of my head.

"Oh here they come." Dean whispers. I quickly uncross my arms and stand next to him. I try to "fix" myself before Randy gets there but it's too late.

Sasha has her arm around his. I wonder if I will ever get to hold his arm. We don't say anything to each other. We just smile as a way of greeting.

I definitely feel the tension between Sasha, Dean, and I. Randy seems clueless about it. Dean whispers in my ear, "Could you try to be more lovey dovey?"

"Aww can't wait either." I reply out loud. Sasha immediately turns her attention to us. Dean smiles in approval and I lay my head against his shoulder.

They call Randy up first. "Good luck babe!" Sasha says giving him a peck on the lips. I bite the inside of my cheek as Randy walks in the arena.

She's grinning and I feel Deans body get tense. He's definitely feeling what I'm feeling. I stop laying my head on him because I know they're going to call him soon.

"Good luck baby." I say and it feels odd to say baby. I've never really called anyone baby, not in person anyways.

"Thanks love." He replies. When Randy's theme song starts playing Dean turns to me. He grabs me by the waist pulling me in.

I'm startled when he presses his lips against mine. He starts to kiss me. Not a peck. A kiss. A legit full on kiss.

At first I don't kiss back but then he bites my lip. I wince and start to kiss him back. I wrap my arms around his neck and then we pull away.

My cheeks are flushed and I can feel it. Dean grins, "Now I'm defiantly going to win with that good luck kiss."

He walks in as his theme song plays. I turn and see Sasha. She's standing there with a frown on her face.

After a few seconds she forces herself to smile. She walks away quickly leaving a cold breeze that hits me.

My heart is still beating really fast. I was not expecting Dean to kiss me. At all. I thought we would never kiss again.

This was not just a tiny kiss. It was a full on kiss. I've kissed many guys for storylines. I've kissed my ex boyfriends.

But I've never fully kissed Dean Ambrose.