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Part Six

***December 9, 2013 - the Slammy Awards***

Eve frowned slightly, the woman looking down at what she was supposed to say when she went out to present the award for Diva of the Year. She found it kind of amusing that the Bella twins were listed together... After all this time, the WWE still didn't seem to consider them separate people. Which was funny, really, because anyone that actually spent time with the two of them could see that they definitely *were* individuals, with sometimes very different personalities. And face it... Since they'd returned to the WWE, everyone could tell them apart anyway, even before they started wearing different ring gear.

Shaking her head, the former diva sighed, looking over the words again, then tucking the pages away, knowing that there would be a teleprompter to help her out anyway... The only show of the year that one was used, though she knew it wasn't uncommon for the presenters to go out there and say whatever they wanted anyway. That was probably one of the reasons they'd asked her to come back to present tonight... They figured she would do what she was supposed to do.

Eve wrinkled her nose up at that thought, pushing herself away from the wall, tucking her hair behind her ears as she looked around... Barely catching sight of someone barreling toward her before she was suddenly wrapped up in a hug.

"It's so good to see you!" Brie Bella declared, and Eve was struck once again by how much better she got along with certain people (such as Brie and her sister Nikki) now that they weren't working together. Amazing, really, that she had once been the person to remind them that their contract with the company was ending... and that John Laurinaitis - who Eve had been working for at the time - wasn't going to renew it.

Hard to believe that was more than a year and a half ago now.

"It's good to see you, too," Eve replied, returning the hug, then taking a step back... Brie doing the same.

"You look fantastic tonight. We're going to get together afterwards, right?" the woman asked, and Eve gave a slight shrug. It wasn't that she didn't like Brie; she did. She even liked Brie's fiancé Daniel Bryan. But hanging out with Brie often meant hanging out with Nikki, and that also possibly meant that John Cena would be included, and well... Eve just really didn't have any desire to be around that man and his juvenile tendencies.

"I thought we mentioned breakfast in the morning?" Eve asked, which was true enough. Granted, they'd mentioned it while direct messaging each other on Twitter several days before, but it still counted.

Brie looked confused at first, but then her expression cleared, the woman clearly remembering the conversation as well. "Oh, gosh, yes. You're right. Sorry... I forgot we'd already talked about that. We didn't say anything concrete, right?"

"It was pretty vague."

"Okay... Well, let me talk to Daniel, and then I'll text you, and we'll go out for breakfast in the morning. Is it cool if Daniel comes?"

"Of course it is," Eve told her, and Brie smiled, then stepped forward to hug her again.

"Still so good to see you, but I need to finish my makeup for tonight. I'll totally find you tonight or text you later so we can make plans, okay?"

"That works for me," Eve replied, watching as Brie hurried away, the diva headed toward where all the hair and makeup chairs were. For her part, Eve had actually done her own hair and makeup that night, only doing enough to make sure she would look okay on television.

Smoothing out the skirt of the long red dress that she was wearing, Eve turned to head down the hallway, not at all sure where she was going - she just didn't feel like staying where she was... But then she stopped short as she caught sight of someone standing in the hallway, watching her. Just like he'd been watching her back at the SummerSlam party in August. Only this time, instead of wearing jeans and a button-down and holding a beer, his hands were empty, his hair was slicked back, and he was dressed head-to-toe in black... A black suit, to be exact. To be honest, as she looked at him, the word 'wow' came to mind, though she didn't voice it.

Dean Ambrose smiled slightly as he took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them to a matter of just a few feet. "You know, last time we saw each other, before you were pulled away for an interview, I'd told you I'd catch up with you later."

"You did."

"I meant later that night, maybe later that weekend. But... I guess that didn't happen."

"Well, you were busy with signings and a title defense, and I was busy listening to Natalya whine about how she should be the divas' champion instead of AJ. I think I tuned her out after about ten minutes, though."

"I'm surprised you managed to make it that long," Ambrose replied, then gestured down the hall, clearly inviting her to walk with him. Since she wasn't exactly opposed to the idea, she fell into step beside him, the two of them heading down the hallway. She felt more than saw him flick a look her way. "You know, I was surprised when they announced you would be here as a presenter last week."

The former diva shrugged her shoulders. "The invitation was extended, and I chose to take it. Thought it might be interesting."

"The Slammys usually are," he said, a small smirk on his face, the man reaching up to adjust the tie that he wore. Eve arched a brow as she looked over at him.

"Seems like you dressed up for the occasion," she said, and he rolled his eyes.

"We're presenting an award. Best double-cross or whatever," Ambrose told her, stopping at a locker room door and gesturing for her to enter in front of him. With a shrug, she did, taking a look around what she suspected was the Shield's locker room... Though neither of his Shield teammates seemed to be there at the moment. "We were told that our ring gear wouldn't cut it, so... Suits it is."

"Well, I must say that you look good in it," Eve stated, and he shrugged, the man closing the door behind them, leaving the two of them alone. Eve couldn't say she minded. After all, it seemed that whenever they tried to talk in public, they kept getting interrupted... Often right as things were about to get interesting.

Not that she was thinking about that or anything. Not really.

"Speaking of looking good... I've got to say... You look pretty amazing. You know, I think you're more covered up than any other woman here - at least those that are planning to be seen on television tonight - but you still manage to look hotter than all of them," he told her, and Eve gaze a short laugh.

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Who says it's flattery?"

"Well, then maybe you're just biased."

"That might be a possibility. Or you could just be incredibly beautiful. Or both," he said, the man making his way over to her. "You know, it seems to me that, whenever the two of us have something on our minds... We have this bad habit of getting interrupted before we ever manage to put thoughts into actions."

"I've noticed that."

"And it's been going on for far too long," Ambrose continued. "And here I am right now, and I'm still wondering what it would be like to kiss you. Now am I alone in this, or...?"

"I can't say I've ever wondered what it would be like to kiss me," Eve said, and Ambrose shook his head, the man actually laughing.

"Well, now I've got that weird-ass image in my head... But you know that wasn't what I was getting at."

"I know," the former diva replied. "And I can't say that your curiosity is one-sided."

"Sometimes you're so damn proper-sounding. It's freaking adorable. And kind of a turn-on," Ambrose told her, then stepped closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. "I'm sick of wondering and just being curious."

"That makes two of us."

"I'm going to kiss you right now," he said, and Eve smirked at him.

"Well, I wish you'd get on with it instead of just talking about it," the woman replied, and Ambrose laughed before reaching out, his hand finding the back of her neck, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he stepped forward, his lips finding hers.

All Eve could think was *finally*.

It was interesting, really... How often she'd thought about the possibility of kissing this man. It seemed like every encounter she'd ever had with him led her to that thought and now... Now it was finally happening.

And he definitely wasn't a disappointment.

His hand slid from her neck, moving to her shoulder, then sliding down her arm, hooking around her waist to pull her closer. Eve's hands came up to find his shoulders, her fingers digging into the material of the suit jacket he wore as his mouth moved over hers, the two of them seemingly fighting for dominance.

Breaking the kiss, Ambrose looked down at her. "Why the hell did we wait so long to do that?"

"Kept getting interrupted. Last time it was Brad Maddox's fault."

"Yeah. Heard a rumor you decked him later. Never heard why."

"Trust me. He deserved it."

"Never said he didn't," Dean replied, pulling her in to kiss her again, lightly biting at her bottom lip, earning a low groan from the former diva. Eve felt his hand move up her back, starting to slide into her hair, but then he stopped himself, seemingly somehow still aware of the possibility of messing up her hair, his hand instead curling around the back of her neck, his other arm around her, sliding from her hip to her thigh, then back up again, wrapping tightly around her waist and pulling her to him... Eve mentally cursing the tight skirt of her ankle-length dress because it wasn't giving her any room to maneuver.

"Hey, Dean, I just- Never saw anything, I swear. My eyes are closed, and- ouch, damn it!"

The two of them froze at the sound of the voice, both of them breathing heavily as they broke the kiss, just staring at each other for a moment.

"I'm gonna kill him."

"In all fairness, I think this is his locker room, too," Eve said, managing to shift enough in Ambrose's arms to see that yes, it was a member of the Shield that had walked into the room... Seth Rollins, to be exact, the man rubbing at a spot on his back and glaring at the door. Eve had the distinct feeling that he'd hit the doorknob when he'd tried to back out of the room and leave them alone. As it was, the man still had one hand up, blocking his view of them, which the former diva couldn't help but find amusing.

"You know, we are fully clothed over here," the woman finally said, and Seth lowered his hand, arching a brow as he looked at her.

"Yeah, but I really didn't need to see Dean try to devour your face... Or whatever it was he was doing," Rollins replied, the man smiling when his words earned a rather rude gesture from his fellow Shield member.

"What do you want anyway, man?" Ambrose wanted to know, and Seth shrugged.

"They wanted to make sure we all knew what we were supposed to say out there tonight. But I'll just tell them that I couldn't find you and that I'm sure you can read a teleprompter," Rollins said, smoothing out a wrinkle in his suit jacket... Eve couldn't help but notice that his suit was identical to Dean's... She suspected Roman Reigns was dressed the same as well, and if that were the case, and the three members of the Shield walked out onto that stage decked out in suits and looking this good? The internet might just explode from the fangirling.

Dean pointed toward the door. "That would be a smart thing to do."

"Then I'll just go and do that," Rollins said, then sent a smile and a wave in Eve's direction. "Good to see you, Eve. Even though Dean's pretty much blocking my view of you," the wrestler stated, then ducked out of the room... Ambrose waiting just a moment before going to the door, making sure it was closed, then checking something on the handle.

"Needs a key to lock it," he muttered, then reached out, grabbing a metal folding chair and shoving it under the door, drawing a laugh from Eve. He merely arched a brow in response, then came back to where she was standing, wrapping one arm around her waist again. "Now... Where were we before that rude interruption?" he asked, and Eve smiled, reaching up to wrap an arm around his neck, lifting herself up on her toes, her lips just brushing his as she spoke.

"Right... about... here."

The End