You've Been Ambrosed

Summary: Dean Ambrose; the king of one-night stands, falls for Sydney Orton; WWE physiotherapist/trainer and Randy's little sister. What will Dean do when he finds the tables turned on him?

A/N: While the cameras are running, all Superstars will be addressed by their ring names. Off-air, their real names will be used.

Chapter One:

April 14th, 2014

Monday Night Raw

This was the price The Shield had to pay for assisting The Usos in their tag team match against Batista and Orton. This was the price for turning against their master. The three men stood proud awaiting their mystery opponents for the main event match. Eleven Superstars made their way down the ramp to the ring; all at the command of the COO Triple H.

These types of odds always made Sydney uncomfortable. There were too many chances of accidental injury or AOP (accidentally on purpose, as her brother called it on his DVD set) with this many men in one confined space. Sydney was Randy's younger sister that worked as a trainer for the company but more specifically, she was assigned as The Shield's personal physiotherapist.

Working ringside with the medical team, she could watch her charges up-close during the scripted beatdown they were about to receive. Knowing all of their weaknesses and past injuries; observing the action would give her an idea of what she'd be tending to when the show went off-air. Despite the years she'd been working for the company, it still made her wince when they took bumps or falls.

It started out okay since Dean, Seth and Roman were used to working as a unit but the numbers eventually wore them down, leaving them sprawled out in the ring. Seconds later, Evolution's theme song hit and her brother walked out, along with Batista and Triple H. As they walked down the ramp, Randy winked at his sister before shifting his predatory eyes to the ring. Hunter; who had already disposed of his tie and jacket on the stage, directed the "hired hitmen" out of the ring.

The ring cleared and Seth was the first to use the ropes in an attempt to regain his feet while Evolution climbed up on to the apron; stepping through the ropes a second later. Her brother started in on him, followed quickly by Dave and Hunter; the three of them using Shield tactics with a three-on-one mugging until Roman moved in to save his stable mate.

Roman had pounded on Hunter for a few moments before Randy slapped a quick RKO on the big man; the impact flipping him over and leaving him flat on his back in the center of the ring. Sydney shifted uncomfortably in her seat, keeping her focus on her Samoan friend. Her brother rolled him over on to his stomach and Dave moved him into position for his Batista Bomb. Her nerves ratcheted up even higher when it came to Dave's power moves. The man had been out of the wrestling ring for years and was still working off ring rust in Sydney's opinion. Ignoring the urge to close her eyes, she forced herself to watch him slam Roman on to the mat.

Seth took to his feet again but was instantly restrained by Randy, allowing Hunter to throw punch after punch to the youngest of The Shield. Dave occupied his time by kicking the still downed Dean in the corner closest to Sydney. Randy tossed Seth to the mat and stomped on his midsection before Dave pulled him to his feet and threw him into an RKO. No one in the business could sell a move like Seth and it only made Sydney more nervous when he lay in an unmoving heap. That wasn't good enough for Dave; who pulled him into position for a Bomb only to have it interrupted by Dean.

Randy and Hunter beat down Dean against the ropes while Dave continued with the Bomb on Seth; he took it hard on his neck and Sydney allowed her eyes to clench for a moment. Hunter pulled Dean to his feet and tossed him to Dave; the big man positioning Ambrose' head between his thighs while Randy crouched at the ready. 'Oh hell no,' she thought angrily, standing up by the barricade. Dave hoisted Dean up on to his shoulders and on the way down, Randy wrapped his arms around his neck and RKO'd him to the mat. He caught the glare his sister sent his way and had the good sense to drop his smirk for a moment before he got back into character.

Evolution stood proud in the ring; Randy tossing Dean into a corner while Hunter motioned for a microphone. "Get this shit over with," Sydney hissed at him before darting her eyes at Seth. He gave her an almost imperceptible nod before he turned to see Roman crawling towards Randy.

Hunter crouched down before Roman, mic in one hand and waving him on with the other. "Let him crawl," he told his teammates. "Come on; you've got some fight left in you? Show me. Show me!" he bellowed in Roman's face. Randy and Dave pulled Roman on to his knees, pulling his head back by his hair while Hunter got in his face. "Believe in Evolution!" He dropped the mic, pulled Roman forward and planted him with a Pedigree.

Sydney watched while the three men prowled the ring, pandering to the crowd like big dick dogs before the show went off the air. Jon moved his head under the bottom rope, cracking open his eyes to meet her gaze for a moment. He was hurting; they all were hurting and she knew it but Colby was her main concern until he let her know otherwise. She huffed out a growl of irritation while Evolution used The Shield's united fists over Joe's prone body; eating into more of her work time with them before they finally left the ring.

"I don't feel right, Kitten," Jon groaned when she edged closer.

"Kitten?" Randy questioned; arching an eyebrow at his sister once he landed on the floor close to Jon's position.

"Shut up, Randal, and get out of here already," she whispered loud enough for him to hear over Motorhead. "I'll take care of you when I get you in back, Jon," she reassured him before glancing over his stable mates. Colby was furthest away from her, just now barely lifting his head to place a hand on his neck. "For fuck's sake," she growled when her brother's stable stopped on the stage to mimic The Shield again.

Referees rushed in to assist the three men from the ring; Joe and Colby rolling out on the ramp side while Jon dropped out in front of her. "Come on, I've got you," she rushed forward, letting him drape an arm over her shoulders while he kept the other crossed over his midsection.

"Thanks, Kitten," he rasped out near her ear, leaning heavily on her side.

Jon was moving slowly, even with her assistance but they were now close enough to see Colby brush off the help of the ref and use the barricade to make his way up the ramp. Joe stayed close to his side. The two of them stopped in the middle of the ramp, turning to check on Jon's progress and waited until he caught up with Sydney. The four of them with the full contingent of referees made their way to the backstage curtain to the right of the stage.

"Colby, how's the neck and head?"

"If I have to answer now, I'd say it hurts like hell, Syd," he mumbled tiredly, using the wall to hold himself upright while they shuffled towards their locker room.

"Joe, I saw you favoring your lower back," she glanced at the big man, shaking her head slightly when his hand went to the area in question.

"Nothing slips by you, Syd. Will you work it for me before I take a shower? I don't know if I can stay on my damn feet unless it eases up," he groaned, moving out of necessity at this point.

"Of course I will, big man. You get the table first. Hey!" she shouted, darting her eyes up at the smirking face beside her. "I let the first tit grab go as an accident, Good, but there is no way your palm keeps swinging just right to brush it every step we take," she arched her brow, shaking her head when he chuckled in her ear.

"Can't blame a guy for taking a shot at it when it's right there, Kitten," he grinned, shrugging his shoulders when his friends shot him amused grins. "And don't pretend you didn't like it; I could feel how hard your nipple got just from my touch," he whispered in her ear, laughing when she lightly elbowed his side.

"Don't flatter yourself, Good. The wind could blow and my nipples would get hard. Now shut up and get your ass in the shower so I can deal with Joe," she nudged him towards his bag once they entered their private locker room, turning to help Joe out of his vest. "I got it, big man, just take it easy," she smiled softly; unfastening his vest, tossing it on the bench and then helped him remove his under armor. "Face down, Joe," she patted the massage table, turning to grab her oil.

"Why is that, Syd?" Jon asked a few minutes later, sitting on the bench in front of the lockers, shirt off with a towel in his hands.

"Why is what, Jon?" she asked, straddling Joe's backside while working his knotted muscles into a normalcy.

"Why would your nipples get hard if the wind blows? I mean, as long as it isn't a cold wind, that is," he grinned, darting his blue orbs up to lock on her obsidian.

"Jon!" Joe and Colby shouted at the same time while Sydney just laughed.

"It's okay, guys. You three know almost everything about me including my damn cycle. I think that is more embarrassing than why my nipples get pointy," she shook her head, working her fingers and palms into Joe's lower back until he let out a low contented moan.

"We try not to get knotted up during that special time of the month, baby girl," Joe moaned again, releasing a sigh of relief.

"Why's that, big man?"

"Well, you…uh…" Colby trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck while he tried to find a delicate way of saying this.

"You're fucking vicious on our muscles during that time," Jon said without missing a beat.

"You never complained before," she shot back at him while she dismounted Joe.

"I like the pain," he shrugged. "Those two are pussies and love your tender touch," he grinned while Colby covered his face in embarrassment.

"I'll keep that in mind, Jon. You're set for the shower, Joe," she patted his arm before helping him sit upright.

"Thanks, baby girl," he ruffled her hair, slipping off the table to grab his things out of his bag.

"You didn't answer my question, Syd," Jon smirked; his grin growing even bigger when she turned to regard him with narrowed eyes.

"If you must know, I've gone without for a while. Colby, come here and let me check that neck," she waved him over to sit in a chair in front of her. "Chin to chest, sweetie," she instructed him, probing his neck column with gentle fingers before gently massaging the sore area.

"A pretty thing like you going without is crime, Kitten. Why would you make yourself suffer like that?" Jon continued with his line of questioning, wanting to know everything he could about the brunette beauty.

"Have you met my brother? He's been living with me since the divorce which makes getting laid something of a chore when we're home. On the road, I spend all my time with you three and a locker room of testosterone-laden big mouths. I don't need any of them spreading bullshit around the locker room and getting back to Randal. How does that feel, hon?" she asked Colby, who just moaned while his head swayed with her massage.

"Come on, not all of us talk about our conquests," Jon argued but backpedaled when three sets of eyes trained on him. "Okay, I only tell them," he pointed to his stable mates. "Someone has bound to have caught your eye around here. Come on, out with it," he waved his hands at her, urging her to give up her interests.

"Well now that you mention it, I really have a thing for that Irishman. He looks like he's made of marble and has an ass you can bounce a quarter off of…"

"He has a big mouth! He'd tell everyone he fucked you," Jon cut her off; a flash of irritation in his eyes.

"He's telling the truth," Colby added, keeping his eyes closed while he relished the wonderful sensation of her fingers providing him soothing relief.

"Stephen regales anyone who will listen with tales of his conquests," Joe huffed, rolling his eyes.

"Then I guess I'm screwed and will remain celibate because Colby has a girlfriend and Joe is engaged," she cocked her head, smiling sweetly at the scowl on Jon's face before glancing up at Joe while he laughed deep in his throat. "Go get in the shower, Colby, and I'll take care of that head back at the hotel. You too, Jon; I'll tend to those ribs back in your room. I'm going to tear down the table and I'll meet you at the SUV," she watched Joe and Colby walk into the shower room before glancing up into Jon's stormy eyes when he stopped right before her.

"I don't feel a breeze in here, Kitten," Jon rasped out in her ear, standing maybe an inch away from her. "And those nipples sure are hard," he chuckled, flicking his finger over one hard tip; causing her to gasp and arch her back, before following his friends into the shower.

"Insufferable man," Syd rolled her eyes; breaking down her table, packing her things and left the locker room, heading out to their rental.

"Jon, why do you constantly try to push Syd's buttons?" Colby asked his friend while they showered. "You know it is impossible to get under her skin. You keep trying and all that happens is she gets under yours," he exchanged a grin with Joe.

"The hell she does," Jon snapped irritably.

"Fool, just the mention of Stephen had you seeing red," Joe laughed; shaking his head.

"You're trying to score with her, aren't you?" Colby asked with a grin while he wrung his hair out.

"So what if I am?" Jon shrugged; shutting off the water and grabbing his towel.

"You keep trying to get in that girl's pants and you'll have Randy up your ass," Joe said with a warning tone; towel-drying his hair.

"Please! Everyone knows she's the meaner Orton," Jon shook his head with a smirk.

The Shield and their personal caregiver returned to their four room suite; all changing into comfortable clothing before Syd got to work on Colby's head and Jon's ribs. The three men relaxed into the plush sofas watching television until Jon wandered towards the bar where Sydney performed her nightly ritual of soaking her hands in ice and cold water. His two friends took their absence as an opportunity to play Call of Duty.

"Why do you do that?" he asked with a tilt to his head when the ice clinked against the metal sink.

"Because the three of you are solid as rock and it hurts my fucking hands to work the knots out of your muscles," she sighed; wiggling her fingers to circulate her blood.

"I didn't know that; I didn't know it hurt you," he bit his lip, feeling bad for a moment until freezing fingers closed over his nipples. "Son of a bitch!" he shrieked, jumping out of her reach.

"Now your nipples are pointy too," she wagged her eyebrows, walking towards her room with a grin. "Night, boys. If you need me, just knock and Colby, don't be stubborn about your head," she lightly scratched her nails over both of their scalps; Joe and Colby melting into the back of the sofa and momentarily forgetting their video game.

"I won't, Syd, and I have the ice pack on my nightstand," he threw in the last part, grinning when she pouted at him.

"Night, baby girl," Joe glanced back at her until she disappeared behind her closed door before turning to Jon. "You can cut glass with those things, man," he chuckled; laughing harder at the man's frown.

"Fuck you both," he grumbled, flopping down on the sofa to nurse his beer while he absently rubbed his cold nipples.

Jon let a full hour pass of suffering through Joe and Colby playing Call of Duty before he pushed to his feet and walked to Syd's door; knocking softly before walking in and closing the door behind him. "Jon? Are you okay?" she asked him; sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. He silently sat beside her, taking her hand and rubbing his thumbs into her sore palms. "What are you doing?" she whispered breathlessly when he placed her palm on his bare chest and used his nimble digits to massage her aching fingers.

"I'm taking care of the woman who takes care of us," he answered softly; his blue eyes never leaving her black. She didn't argue when he took her other hand and he inwardly smiled when she didn't remove the one from his chest.

"You have a surprisingly gentle touch for the man who is the King of Death Matches," she mused; keeping her gaze on his hands while her fingers moved to feel his chest hair.

"You'd be surprised just how gentle my touch can be, Kitten," he purred low in his throat, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

"What if I don't want it gentle?" she glanced up at him; hands splayed over his pecs.

"I can do that too," he growled; moving his hands to the hem of her tank and stripping it off. He groaned when her breasts were revealed to him; wrapped an arm behind her back and hungrily sucked one hardened peak into his hot mouth. "Fuck, Syd, you're so fucking sexy," he mumbled against her breast before scoring her nipple with his teeth.

"Oh fuck, Jon," she whimpered; lacing her fingers through his hair and pushing his mouth into her sensitive flesh.

He laid her down; not separating his mouth from her nipple and sprawled out beside her. Jon cupped that large firm mound in his hand while his teeth and tongue continued to ravage the tip. His free hand slid down her flat abdomen, slipping into her shorts and firmly rubbed over her clit; sending jolts of intense pleasure through her body.

"I need to see that kitty now, baby," he gasped, pulling away from her breast to kneel beside her. His eyes darted up to her; taking in her long brown hair splayed across the pillows, her perfect breasts laboring for breath, her eyelids fluttering and hands clasping the sheets at her sides. "Fucking sexy," he growled, pulling down her shorts and tossing them to the floor. "There's that pretty kitty," he placed his hands on her knees, prying her legs open and situated himself on his stomach between them. "I got you wet, Kitten," he mused, tracing a finger over her pussy.

"You have a way about you, Jon. It is damn hard to resist," Sydney moaned, squirming with every movement of his finger.

"Does that mean you were lying about remaining celibate since Joe and Colby are taken? Does that mean I do it for you, Kitten?" he smirked when her head went back the instant his touch moved to her clit. "While I do love all those little moans and whimpers, sweetheart, I'm going to want to hear your answer," he chuckled; relentlessly flicking his fingertip over her sensitive nub.

"Yes, Jon, I was lying. You do it for me…you're fucking hot, now lick my pussy," she panted out with an irritated whimper.

"My pleasure, Kitten," he purred before licking along her soaked flesh. "Such a sweet kitty, like I knew it would be," he groaned, delving his tongue into her depths. Jon couldn't get enough of her taste; it was like an instant addiction that his tongue couldn't live without, lapping at her inner walls to get as much of her as he could. "Fuck, baby, you taste so fucking good," he gasped, sliding his hands under her ass and lifting her up for his mouth to feast on. Focusing on her clit, he slid a finger into her warmth and purred around the tender flesh between his lips. "You feel like warm silk, Kitten. I can't wait to feel you around my cock," he rasped out, returning his tongue to the task at hand while he added another finger into her pussy, pumping them in and out at a torturous pace.

"Jon…" Sydney gasped; her voice raising an octave when she felt herself teetering on the edge.

"Cum for me, Kitten." At the return of his mouth and another thrust of his long fingers, Sydney shattered into a million pieces when her orgasm exploded from within. "That's my girl," he said in a smug tone, lapping up her juices before easing her back on to the bed. "You're too beautiful to suffer, Syd," he grinned at the recovering woman while he stripped off his shorts and crawled up the bed. "I'll put you out of your misery, Kitten," he whispered against her lips before he thrust his cock home.

Joe and Colby were in mid-game when Sydney cried out; startling them both into action until Jon shouted, "Fucking hell, Syd! You're so fucking tight, Kitten!" and stopped them cold.

"Oh my God!" Colby grinned ear to ear, bouncing on the couch like a hyperactive kid. "He wore her down! I can't believe it!"

"Would you keep it down before they hear you?" Joe swatted at him, frowning when Colby swatted back.

"They couldn't hear a nuclear explosion right now," Colby flopped over to rest his back against the arm of the couch on his side.

"Are you listening?" Joe furrowed his brows at his friend.

"Man, how can we not? He's practically howling at the moon. 'You're so fucking tight, Kitten,'" Colby imitated Jon's voice and broke down laughing with Joe.

"You feel amazing around my cock, Syd. I love your kitty," Jon gasped out, snapping his hips to fill her to completion with each thrust. "Does your kitty love my cock, baby?" he groaned from her tight heat surrounding his penetrating length.

"Yes, Jon, my pussy loves your cock," she said with a hitch before placing one foot on his chest and pushing him off. "Not to worry, lover, I just want to feel you as deep as you can get," she smirked, rolling over on to her hands and knees.

"That's my girl," he groaned low in his throat, taking a tight hold of her hips and drove his length back into her welcoming depths. "That's my fucking pussy," he moaned, placing a hand between her shoulder blades and pushing her upper body down to the bed. "You've got a beautiful ass, Syd," he skimmed his palm over one pert cheek before smacking it, causing the woman before him to moan loudly. "You like that, Kitten?" he grinned, slapping her right cheek again.

"Yes, Jon, I love it," she grunted when he rained a stinging slap down on her ass while continuously pounding her with his relentless cock.

"Never would have figured you to be into spanking, sweetheart, but I love it. Just like I love watching my dick slide in and out of that wet pussy," he gritted out of clenched teeth; eyes fixated on his cock invading that tight heat.

Every smack to her ass, every whimper he tore from her lungs and every obscenity he spoke had Joe and Colby rolling on the sofa, barely restraining their laughter.

"Fuck, Syd, you're so hot, so tight," he moaned; letting his eyes fall closed for an instant before he felt her body disappear from around him. "What the fuck, Kitten?" he asked with a furrowed brow when she turned to kneel in front of him.

"Fucking hell, Jon, does your mouth have an off button?" she shot back with a glint in her eyes.

"Have you met me, sweetheart?" he fired back with a smirk.

"Shhh!" Joe hissed out; clutching his stomach with one hand and covering Colby's mouth with the other.

"I can't! This is too much!" he mumbled against his stable mate's palm; eyes moist with tears.

"For fuck's sake, come here," she snatched up a handful of his hair and dragged him off the bed, pushing his back against the wall near the door.

"Ow! Watch the hair, Kitten," he huffed out, expelling the air from his lungs. "I knew you were the meaner Orton," he frowned, rubbing his head when she released her grip. "What the hell?" he glanced at the door when he heard a thud in the other room before she took his chin and returned his attention to her.

"Do you want this pussy, Jon? No words; just nod," she covered his mouth with a finger. He adamantly nodded his head in response. "Good boy," she grinned, grasping his shoulders and jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist. "Then fuck this pussy, Jon," she whispered against his lips before slipping her tongue into his mouth.

His hands went to her ass and he spun; pinning her to the wall before he thrust his cock home once again. She found his off button by sharing her breath with him while he drove repeatedly into her body. They kissed until their lungs gave out and by the time they separated for air, words were lost to him. Syd's head went back to the wall while Jon buried his face in her neck. They were nearing the pinnacle of their release and all that Syd could manage was moans and hitched cries while Jon muttered "fuck, fuck, fuck" over and over.

"Jon!" Sydney cried out; her body shuddering with her orgasm.

"Fuck, Syd!" Jon shouted when her pussy clamped down on his cock, pulling his release from him. He melted into her body, shaking from his orgasm and breathing hard against the side of her neck. He pulled back just enough to look in her hazy eyes; a moment of vulnerability reflecting in his blue eyes before he locked it back down. "What's wrong, Kitten?" he asked when she squirmed to be set down. "Where are you going?" he asked when she snatched up her robe, put it on and started for the door.

"I'm going to use your shower and go back to bed," she smiled softly, opening the door. "I don't do the cuddling thing or sleep in the wet spot but thank you for taking the edge off, Jon," she winked; crossing the room to his door. "Hope you two enjoyed the show," she smirked at Joe and Colby before disappearing into Jon's room.

The two of them glanced at Jon when he joined them after pulling his shorts back on; they had to bite their lips to keep from laughing. The look on their friend's face was priceless; a mixture of awe, confusion and something they couldn't quite place.

"I think I'm in love," Jon mumbled with a curious look.

"Good luck with that, man. She sounds like a female version of you. Oh, excuse me, the former version of you except she doesn't sleep around," Joe threw his head back and laughed at the pout on Jon's face.

"Man, you've been Ambrosed!" Colby snorted; tears falling down his face as he collapsed into hysterics against Joe's side.

"Fuck both of you. I'll get her," Jon smirked; putting his feet up on the coffee table and crossing his arms behind his head while he made his plans to break Sydney Orton down.

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