MOXLEY (A Dean Ambrose serial killer fic/Mature smut content)

Infatuation

I followed Dean towards the large metal roll down doors. We we're at some kind of warehouse. It looked abandoned but Dean ensured me this was where he worked. He still hadn't told me what he does for a living yet. The empty outside of the run down warehouse didn't give me much of an idea. If anything it left me questioning more about his career choice. I waited as he pulled a switch then typed in a code. The large metal shutters that we're big enough to hide an aircraft rolled up slowly with a huge creak and rumble. I raised an eyebrow at him when he turned to face me. A smirk playing on his lips as he reached to grab my hand. I allowed him to lace his fingers with mine, electricity shooting up my arm and into my body the moment he did then he pulled me along with him. We stepped inside, white sheets covering sort of large items with many work tables for metal work and maybe other things sat in random locations. This was a workshop of some kind. That much I could tell. He continued to lead me, not giving any clue to me till we reached a switch that he pulled. The lights came on, flickering as the warehouse was lit enough to show bike parts hung around. I looked up to see some racks with engines hanging ready to be used. They didn't have brand names on them. I knew a few things about bikes but not much. Just enough to know the engines we're custom made. Dean then pulled me to the first white sheet closest to us. Grabbing the material he yanked it off revealing a custom made bike to me much like his Harley. I eyed it amazed. "Did you build this?" I asked him. Letting go of his hand to look closer at the bike. It was beautiful, the paint work was custom also. A real masterpiece even with it's dark theme of purple black and the grim reaper on the engine. "I did. I built everything in here myself. The engines, leather seats...everything you see on that bike was handmade by me". I looked back at him amazed. He was really talented. His artwork just as clean cut as the metal parts of the bike he had crafted himself.

"This is...it's really...I'm speechless!" I told him, struggling to get any words out with my breathless voice. Dean gave a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched my reaction. I stepped around the bike taking in more of the artwork then turned my attention to an engine hanging close to my head. Dean didn't say a word as he watched me take everything all in. "This is amazing Dean. It must take you forever to build just one bike". I turned my eyes back to Dean. I could see he was loving the compliments. I returned the same smirk he had towards me. I looked to my left to see another bike was covered with a white oil covered sheet. "May I?" I asked him, pointing to the sheet. He nodded yes silently, watching me as I carefully removed the sheet to reveal a bike that was finished build wise but it hadn't been painted yet. "I was thinking of using Edgar Allen Poe the raven for my inspiration on that one". I smirked at the idea. I loved Edgar Allen Poe's works. His writings were something I grew up on. "I think that's a pretty epic idea. "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore. While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more."" I silently said out loud. Giggling a little to myself. My eyes came up to Dean again. He held an impressed smirk as he watched me speak the first verse of the poem that I held close to me most of my life. "You know his works?" Dean questioned, stepping closer to me as I continued to look at the still needing to be painted bike. I was trying to envision how it would look once finished. "Yeah. I read his works every night before I would sleep actually. Well, up until I came to America. I actually forgot to pack my books." Dean stood close to me, he still was watching me but now his expression was more like my own. Impressed yet overwhelmed.

"I underestimated you" Dean spoke with a soft yet silky gruff voice. My eyes met his, his blue orbs shining even in the dim light down on me. I smiled shyly, looking down between us, his chest inches from my face. "It's not that impressive. Not compared to your bikes" I told him. His hand came up under my chin, lifting my eyes back to his. I looked at him with a questioning expression. Was we having a moment? Oh Jesus! We are actually having a moment right now. Deans finger slowly slid down onto my neck, his thumb stroking my jawline softly making a shiver spread across my body in delight. I was entranced by his eyes alone. Everything around us seemed to disappear for a moment then he lowered his lips to mine. His lips locked with mine, gently moving against my own as we kissed in sink. The kiss was sweet, something unrelated to our one night stand that was most probably anything but. I felt my heart rate pick up, my body relaxed into him, my hands came up to his waist and abs, touching him lightly to steady myself. The moment I had relaxed fully into him his other arm came around my waist, pulling my body softly flush against his. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth. Both our breathing became heavier with each passing moment. The kiss became more intense as I felt him slowly step me back till I felt a work table on my ass. Dean lifted me onto the table, not once breaking the kiss as my legs came around his waist. I gasped out when he gripped my waist and thigh tightly, pulling me to the edge of the table so he could rest up against my crotch. His lips trailed from mine, down my jaw and onto my neck. I suppressed a moan, letting my head fall back as his lips softly danced along my skin sending me into a trembling wreck. Before things could get any more heated I spotted a man walk in through the open large gap in the wall where the shutter was. "Shit! Sorry man!" He rushed out. Making Dean jump and myself panic with a flushed face. Dean pulled away slowly, giving me an apologetic look before he turned to the man who had turned his back to us. "It's cool man. We wasn't quite there yet".