Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Sweet Soul Music

The next morning when the guys came back from the gym, the four of us convened around the pool. After my first abortive swimming lesson, Dean and I had tried a couple times more and although I preferred to stay down in the shallow end, I was now just about happy enough to be there to be on my own.

Since the night before and my run-in with the Rhodes boys – which was who I had subsequently discovered they were – Dean had been reluctant to leave me for a moment and although I was touched by his obvious concern for me the proximity had not helped his anger one bit.

"I swear to god I'll break their fuckin' legs,"

"Dean," Seth sighed somewhat wearily from his lounger, "Give it up man. Stephanie had them thrown out. If they come back, security will break their legs, so you don't actually need to do shit."

Evidently however, Dean wasn't listening,

"I'll hunt them down and take them out. Couldn't be that hard to find 'em, right? Track down a middle aged guy who wears a gold body suit? Then I'll break their fuckin' legs."

"Hey – ,"

When not even Roman could get Dean to respond to him, I took a deep breath and waded further out. The feeling of the water moving up my body frightened me but I bit my lip and focused on my goal. By the time I reached the spot where Dean was paddling, my body was being wracked by spasms of alarm and as I coughed out a tiny mouthful of water, he suddenly clued into it and dragged me into his arms,

"Whoa, hey, what are you doing?"

"Coming to – ," I spluttered, "Calm you down."

Pulling me close to him, he lifted me above the waterline, letting me drape my arms around his neck. Wrapped up together I could feel his body loosen and when I leant in to kiss him the tension ebbed away.

"Geez," Seth smirked, "Can we get you on call when for we lose a match and he starts tearing up the locker room?"

In response Dean simply flipped him a finger and from where he was sitting with his feet in the water, I heard Roman react with a throaty sounding laugh. When I broke the kiss I kept my hands on Dean's face and stared down at him soothingly,

"Better?"

He sighed,

"No. They scared you Lauren, they put their hands on you. That's not okay. I'm not okay and I won't be until I've put them both in the ground."

I kissed him again and he groaned a little before deepening the contact to nip at my lip.

"You guys do realize that me and Roman are still here right?" Seth put in with amusement from above, "Plus – you know – kids use that pool so you might want to kind of dial it down a notch."

Dean broke away from me grinning,

"Like this?"

Then promptly his hands slid down to my ass while his lips began to gently suck my jawline. As I giggled at the – frankly – heavenly sensation, Seth let out a long suffering sigh,

"Sheesh, alright, forget I asked."

For the next few minutes we maintained contented silence, which for me and Dean consisted of bobbing in the water and gazing at one another in total puppy love. It felt amazing to be with him so readily – to touch him, kiss him, rely on him and more. I had always assumed that what I'd had with Andy had been perfectly respectable but with Dean it was hot. In being with him a whole world of affection had been opened up to me and I'd taken it and run. Even as I asked the question that had been bothering me, I was absently stroking up and down his arm,