This was something she’d always been good at. Playing the part of coy… feigning bashful when they both knew he wouldn’t have been there if she was all the bit as wholesome as she pretended. Though Dean’d not have folded so easily were it not for the coaxing of doe eyes and teeth worrying away at lips he followed with a steady gaze before leaning down to catch briefly. Enough to say they could again, even if that AGAIN wasn’t right now. Even if he had to wait months, fending off an impatience that’d long found root inside of him. The same impatience that insisted a second kiss, firmer than the one before, prior to leaning back, returned to slow drags on a cigarette he still awaited her to put out.
The smell lingers. Daniel gets suspicious.
Judging by the hand crept under the covers, working its way up along the column of a soft thigh, he had ever reason to grow suspicious. Despite his best efforts to keep marks to a minimum, they’d always come. Tiny little bruises he’d suckled into the crook of her neck being eyed careless as the grin cultivated at the sight of them. “We could, yeah… but I dunno if you’ll be walkin’ straight if we do.”
She ducks her head down, tries to hide the grin that appears on her face and the giggle that occurs but she knows she’s failed. There’s a jolt throughout her entire body, bumps rising on her skin as she looks at the man next to her, the sheet she’s holding against her chest slipping slightly, revealing the swell of her breasts.
“Well,that’s an idea I certainly wouldn’t mind,” she answers, lip curving as she leans into Dean and lets her fingers trail down his stomach, biting on her lower lip as she does so.
“I wasn’t kidding you know, when I said we could go again. I want to, for sure,” she whispers
It’d never been uncomfortable. That feeling in his chest, curving up to taunt an intentionally neutral tone. The way fingers grew warm and eyes were left leave to wander where they oughtn’t. Brie with her lackluster tact… with her soft expression he’d long witnessed the edges of. Quick to rile and easily simmered. Which was what he’d a mind to assume this was. The slow saunter and crossed arms, sights carefully skimming the swell of her chest before settling at a collar he caught himself wondering the sensitivity of. Something for another time.
“Lemme guess… y’ noticed it matches my eyes also?” What he’d meant to sound sarcastic had chosen to ring sincere instead. Sincere as an earnest lean nearer, grin losing an aggression he’d not noticed it’d had. There for Daniel or not, she was still there. Within the reach of arms that’d flinched for a want to touch what wasn’t his. See if she’d allow him to, at least.
More assumptions… it was going to be a long day.
Met with congratulation, Dean could feel himself softening further. Could feel the affection bleed into a lingering stare. Could feel the way his guard was lowering in spite of himself. “You gonna be stickin’ around for a bit? Got a few things t’ do but it’d uh… yanno, it’d be nice t’ play catch up. See how the retired life’s been treatin’ ya.” See how her husband has been treating her.
She finds herself quirking her upper lip, cheeks turning red at the thought of Dean’s eyes. “Well, I could say I noticed it but I feel like you already know that,” she responds quietly, tilting her head with a smirk.
She knows she shouldn’t be doing this, knows she has her husband, but Dean’s always made her feel something different and for once, she doesn’t want to question anything, doesn’t want to question this.
“Yeah, I’ll be sticking around for a while,” Brie responds after a few moments of staring at dean, wondering what she could possibly be doing. “I wouldn’t mind catching up.”
“Nah, don’t guess so,” devoid of apology, Dean was sluggish in moving away. Hesitant. Betraying the fact that, had she not elected to open her mouth, he’d have laid there contentedly until he was moved. Would’ve laid there, face in Brie’s hair, until he husband came home and they were outed for what they were. It’d have made things easier, at least.
Giving her his back wasn’t strenuous… hadn’t been comfortable, either, however. Rolled away for the sake of lighting up a cigarette he didn’t have a mind to be scolded for. Blowing rings of smoke because talking would only lead to her kicking him out sooner. “But we did.”
She didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to even think it, since it was one of the best nights of her life. Brie didn’t even care that her husband would be home, didn’t care that it would be the final nail in the coffin for them. It was instinct, saying those words, and the moment she did, she wanted to shove them back into her mouth and swallow ‘em whole.
But she couldn’t.
Part of her wanted to grab that cigarette and take a puff from it before tossing it away, but – fuck. Did the guy have to be any more attractive. “We did.” She answers, chewing on her lip. “We could again,” she adds, tilting her head slightly while scolding herself.
Congratulations hadn’t ever sounded quite so strained before. Not in the mocking way that Stephanie liked spitting it at him… or vengeful like Seth. It wasn’t harsh lines and barbs from Brie, but something didn’t sit quite right. Hadn’t sat right in years, either. As if her stance was tethered and it took a certain manner of restraint to stand as close as she was. Not something worth dredging out into what was a rare conversation, but worth noting, regardless. From voice to expression to the way she held her arms at her sides, as though slung with some great, unseen, weight.
Dean’s gaze had been dissecting for some time, peeling back niceties because he’d been taught they couldn’t be trusted, down to the livewires that she ran on. At the very least, he could tell it wasn’t a lie. Brianna was many things, but she’d always had a preference for keeping her lies to the ring. He’d find stride to appreciate it later.
“Ain’t no hopin’ to it, sweetheart. ‘m walkin’ in with the title, walkin’ out with it too.”
The confidence was sincere, though not as forward as he’d made it out to be. Dean’s surety came from that same hope she offered. That quiet place of optimism often kept under lock and key, out of sight so as not to risk its being tainted. Which meant the glimpse he’d offered was———
He wouldn’t call it trust. People knew better than to take either of the twins at their word.
But what sat in a lingering gaze, pale and sharp, wasn’t judgement. It wasn’t his doubt or questions of intent. Whatever reason Brie had for being there, the vote of good fortune wasn’t at risk of being squandered solely because they’d never learned how exactly to overcome whatever tension was stretched out between them. And there was tension, try as he did to overlook it. Something that made wetting his lips seem necessary, free hand in his pocket because he didn’t trust himself not to let it venture where it oughtn’t.
“Thanks though…your husband send y’ over t’ check on me? You can let ‘im know I ain’t plannin’ on reppin’ the blue shirt during my match by the way.”
It was almost like a slap in the face, Dean mentioning her husband. However, it was definitely needed because, while a slap it was, it was enough to remind Brie that she needed to keep her distance, that she couldn’t touch, no matter how much she wanted to. And boy, did Brie want to, which was something she didn’t understand one bit.
With a sigh, Brie finds herself shaking her head, stepping closer and crossing her arms in front of her chest, unknowingly pushing up her breasts. She’s playing a dangerous game, whether she recognizes it or not and Brie knows the outcome won’t be good either way, not when they two of them are so very different.
“No, I’m not here on behalf of Bryan. It’s a shame though, since you looked real good in the blue,“ she answers with a smile, stepping close once more, her guard falling short. She feels awkward and tense, stilted with the weight of something she wants to name but won’t.
“I was just here to congratulate you and wish you luck.”
She looks at him with wide eyes, her heart racing inside of her chest. She hasn’t seen him since the week after Wrestlemania, and she’s wanted it that way simply because of the feelings he always evoked inside of her. She was a married woman, but whenever she was around Ambrose, something just changed in her, even though she knew he was no good.
She licks her lips and steps backwards, scowling slightly before looking away. “Ambrose.” She ends up saying, not sure what else she could possibly say as her palms sweat like she’s some teenager again. This was ridiculous, really.
“Congratulations, on being champion. I hope you retain on Sunday.” And she really did, oddly enough. But even if she didn’t, she knew she wouldn’t be able to lie to him, simply based on the fact that he would call her out on it immediately. That was him, though.
❝She’s grinding her teeth, anger coursing through her at the offensive thing that just came out of the other person’s mouth. She can’t believe the audacity of the slightly older male. He had no right to say the words he said and as her hands clench into fists are her side, all Brie wants to do is s l a phim. ❞
