Getaway Car -A Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins Love Triangle-

There's A New Queen In Town.

Charlie.

-The Next Day-

Brooklyn, New York.

I felt myself jolt awake from a dreamless sleep, and could feel my eyebrows furrow when I felt the pressure of an arm draped across my waist, and my body pressed up against something muscular. And then I remembered that Summerslam was last night, and that I was currently sleeping in the same bed as Dean.

I felt a smile creep onto my face, as I opened my eyes, and then tilted my head back a little ways so I could see his face, or well, some of his face. His messy copper hair was sprawled out all over his face, his pink lips were slightly agape, and that stubble that he had been letting grow out the past few weeks, made him look very kissable right now.

I could feel my stomach do about a million backflips when I realized my butt was pressed up right against his crotch...Oh, man. I had to be very careful here...I've made him get hard before and let's just say...It was extremely awkward, and not just because Roman and Seth were in the bed across from us.

Shaking those thoughts out of my mind, I carefully reached my arm towards the nightstand where my phone was laying. I moved my hand around on the table in an attempt to grab it without actually having to move my upper body, but to no avail. I couldn't find the damn thing. Groaning internally, I lifted my head up gently and felt my heart grow about ten sizes when I found the beautiful Women's Championship staring back at me. Oh my goodness.

I felt the smile creep on my face and had to contain myself from squealing out of happiness, aware of the half naked man who in the bed beside me. The entire night flooded back to me. That grueling match. The Ultra-Violet hit perfectly. The referee counting to three. Bayley being out there to raise my hand. My boys waiting for me backstage. Seth being proud of me.

I was Women's Champion. I was THE Women's Champion. Everything I worked for my entire life, finally came true.

Wow.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Being a champion again." I heard a raspy voice grind out. I turned around in bed, only to be met with Dean staring at me, smiling. His eyes looked tired from just having woken up, his hair was still looking all fluffy, he was on his side, with his head in his hands and he looked absolutely desirable right now.

"I can't even describe this feeling, Deano." I told him, truthfully. "I mean...Winning the Diva's Championship both times I won it was amazing but this...The Women's Championship...The Championship I literally based my entire career fighting for. To prove that we weren't just 'divas' we were 'superstars' it's just...Wow. I never thought i'd get here...Ever. And here I am."

"I knew you'd get here. I always knew it. From the very second I saw you at the performance center. Why do you think you got thrown in a group with us? Not because you're just a pretty face-which you are, believe me...You are," I could feel my cheeks heating up at that, and watched as Dean's lips curved into a smirk. Dammit, Dean. "It's because you are the best female the wrestling world has ever seen. You've got talent I wish I had...You don't know how damn mesmerized I get watching you in that ring. I can't look away."

"...Okay now you're just being nice."

Dean scooted closer to me, those beautiful blue eyes sparkling as he looked into mine. "When have you ever known me to 'just be nice'. You know when I say something, I mean it."

"I know," I breathed out. "I just...Don't see it, I guess."

"Well," Dean began, before reaching out across the nightstand and grabbing my title that was resting perfectly next to his. "Does this help you see more clearly?" He handed me my title, and I couldn't help but grin ear to ear as I held it in my arms again. The side plates were no longer Charlotte's, but WWE's logo...My side plates would be finished by the time I got to Raw and then the celebration could really begin. I wrapped my arms around my title and pulled it closer to my chest.