Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Who's A Good Boy

I woke with a start as Dean flung the drapes back, flinching as the Vegas sun splashed down across my eyes.

"Ugh," I mumbled, frowning sleepily and turning away from it, "Dean, too bright."

Faced with my displeasure he decided to be helpful and knelt beside me before bouncing up and down.

"Rise and shine Princess,"

"No, you're too happy," I pulled the covers up over my head and attempted to snuggle myself down away from him. Sadly he thwarted me by ripping the covers off and I curled into a ball and wailed at him, "Dean. Don't, it's cold."

"Lauren, we're in Vegas."

"But I was sleeping," I protested, "I'm cold."

Crawling in closer, he pressed himself against me and I turned around and snuggled into his arms. His hands ran up and down my fast forming goose skin and sighing he gave in and pulled the covers across us both,

"Five more minutes Princess, then we've gotta go."

"Thank you," I murmured and he leant in and kissed me, absently carding his fingers through my hair, "But – Dean?"

"Mmmm?"

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise. When we get there, you'll work it out."

My eyes opened suddenly and I grinned,

"A surprise?"

"Uh huh."

"What kind of surprise?"

"I'm not tellin' you."

"Will I like it?"

He shrugged,

"I'm hopin' you might."

As he grinned at me cheekily I suddenly ripped the covers off before scrambling across the room to swipe up my clothes. Before Dean had even registered what was happening, I was hopping, one-legged, sliding into my underwear and at the same time trying not to fall against the dresser as I giggled excitedly. He gazed back unimpressed,

"Come on. Really? You're like a child."

"A child whose boyfriend has a romantic surprise for them," I paused, "Hmm, wait a minute that – that sounds wrong."

Watching as I dashed around the bedroom semi-wildly, Dean propped himself up on an elbow and smiled,

"Who says it's a romantic surprise anyway? I might be takin' you to buy some welding equipment. I mean technically that would still count as a surprise."

"But what wouldn't be a surprise would be the lack of sex afterwards."

He grinned as I headed into the bathroom, where I set about brushing both hair and teeth at the same time. Who said women couldn't multi-task, huh? I mean, okay, so it wasn't especially easy but I managed it – sort of – and that made me proud. After washing the sleep off my face and adding make-up, I moved back into the bedroom at a skip, flinging my arms out and presenting myself to him complete with fanfare,