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

Another side to him

I laughed at Dean again, his stupid jokes were more hilarious than the movie we just watched before the current one now ending. He did a good impression of me freaking out when the guy cut the victims ankle making him fall. I liked slashers and horrors but that was just gross. Our laughing slowly ceased as our eyes met for the thousandth time tonight. It was getting late, we had both drank a little but we wasn't exactly drunk. I raised my hand to slowly touch Deans cheek. He watched me intrigued as I stroked down to his jaw, taking in every detail of his godly face. "I don't want you to leave" He admitted in a hoarse voice. I bit my lip, nodding to agree. I didn't want to leave either. I enjoyed every second with Dean tonight. I enjoyed just being a goof ball and not having to act a certain way to impress him. "Your not like other women I have dated" I raised an eyebrow to his statement. "What do you mean?" I lightly laughed in return. Dean placed his hand on my thigh, gripping it with his large palm and gently rubbing up and down just above my knee. "You're not fake. You don't pretend to be something your not. Not one of my ex's were honest with their behaviour like you. Most of them would have done everything to fuck me by now and already fucked me off" Dean gave a tired expression to his own memories of just that. I felt a little sad for him. I had no idea some thing could affect him that much. "I can't believe they did that to you. That's a pretty shitty thing to do" I followed up, my voice gentle matching his without the tired tone. I brought my hand from his jaw, down onto his neck and chest. I stroked lightly, running my fingers lightly along his skin and clothing. "It's their loss" I lightly laughed, trying to make him feel better about himself. I got the feeling he wasn't as confident as he came across. A little glimpse of insecurity had shone through him for just a brief second.

"Your gain?" He asked me, watching me hopeful. I gently laced my lips to his, a smirk staying with me as I pulled away again. "If you want to be". I shocked myself offering myself openly this way. Another thing I never did. I always dated for at least a few weeks before I agreed to even a relationship. Dean laced his fingers with his free hand with mine. Our arms resting against the cushions on the back of the sofa as we sat relaxed and close together. "I was lying when I said I didn't want a relationship. Well I kind of wasn't but I liked you the second I laid eyes on you. Sorry...I hate talking like this" I watched as he turned his face down anxiously. I thought it was sweet how he spoke to me, hiding his eyes to avoid embarrassment. "Was that in the bar or in the street the night before?" I asked him with a light tone. Dean raised his eyes to me. He knew all about it but he didn't know I recognised him. "I recognised your eyes in the club straight away. Nobody has eyes like yours" Dean smirked, a slight twinge of relief in his eyes like something was worrying him. "You recognised me just by my eyes?" He asked amazed. I nodded yes, shyly looking down between us. Now I was the cheesy one. "I have to be honest. When we bumped into each other I wanted to stop and talk. I was in a rush. I regretted walking away until I saw you coming to the table with Roman". "I have to ask though, why was you bleeding? When you walked off my hand was covered in blood. I almost called after you to see if you was alright but you'd vanished" Dean froze up like the subject made him uncomfortable. His eyes darkened a little then he pulled back like he just heard his dog was killed. His expression unreadable but he looked a little upset. "Whats wrong?" I asked him. Dean stood up quickly making me feel a little shocked at his reaction to my question. I didn't understand what he was so upset about. He walked to the mini bar, pouring himself a drink with his back to me. I didn't know what to do or say. I didn't want to say anything to upset him any further. Guilt consumed me right then. I could see the tension in Deans body as he downed the liquor and poured himself another one.

"Dean? I'm sorry. You don't have to talk about it" Dean slowly turned to face me, his eyes looked a little sad unlike the anger he held before. I felt even worse when he struggled to make eye contact with me. "If I tell you do you promise not to tell a single soul. Not Kelly or Roman?" I watched him concerned as he sternly asked me without space for me to have any buts if's or maybes. "Ok" I told him, my voice showing my concern. Dean turned back to the mini bar. I watched as he grabbed a second glass and filled that along with his own again. He turned back, us both staying silent as I watched him come and sit back down. He handed me the glass he poured for me. If he was drinking liquor this fast because of my question it must have been something bad. Something stressful to him. Dean sighed out after taking a smaller sip of his drink. I waited, watching and trying to read his body language and face but he wasn't giving anything away without words to explain. "That night my ex asked me to meet her. She was fucking crazy when I dated her and she still is. Its hard to believe but she was abusive to me" I gasped in shock hearing him admit to that. I knew men could suffer violence in relationships also but I had never met a man who had personally. It shocked me more seeing Deans size and build. He didn't look like someone who couldn't defend himself. "She would mentally fuck with me, physically attack me. You name it she did it" I was speechless. Watching Dean hang his head down into his drink I couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. I gently placed my hand on his thigh. All I could say to him was "I'm so sorry". Dean shook his head no, his eyes coming back to me. His face looked saddened but his eyes looked more stressed. Two emotions that were both negative rolled into one. "I guess you never hit back?" I asked him carefully. "Only once. The night I bumped into you" I looked at him, my concern growing more. The blood he wiped onto me. Was that hers?