The Sexcapades of Dean and Emma

Summary: Fairly obvious by the title, I would think, this is a collection of one-shots all about Dean and Emma's journey of sexual exploration.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything (unless mentioned at the beginning of the chapter) is owned by the WWE. Also, adult content. Duh.

Author's Note: Thank you, thank you, thank you to ramenreignss, I'm Afraid I've GotSomeBadNews, flowersNfreaks, GottaLoveReiding, and wildlingygritte! I really appreciate the reviews. This is a shorter chapter, but I've got one coming out soon that is going to be super freaking long and will probably take a while for me to get out. I hope this shorter one sort of evens it out since it didn't take me too long to update this time around. At least... I don't think it did. I could be totally wrong. Never mind... Let me know what you think!

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There were both perks and downsides to being the first ever Australian Diva in WWE and the only Aussie currently under WWE employment. Emma was, naturally, the first person sent to Australia to kick off the annual tour with interviews and appearances, and the last person to leave. She loved coming home, but the schedule made it nearly impossible to spend time with her family. She hadn't had much time to hang out with her friends and co-workers either; hell, she'd barely seen her husband over the week and a half that the majority of the roster was in Australia!

Emma had been in Australia for two and half weeks and as much as she loved being back, she had been glad when the tour came to an end. However, after forty eight hours of flights, layovers, and final appearances, all Emma really wanted was to head straight to the hotel room that Dean had checked them into and pass out until Raw was over. Then, of course, Dean would return and ravish her for the rest of the night. Was that really too much to ask for?

But, no, she had to make an appearance at Raw, despite not having a match that night. She had been rushed from her flight into a car that immediately made its way to the arena. There was hardly any time to even say hello to anyone before she was whisked off to hair, makeup, and wardrobe. There were so many hands on her, literally and figuratively, that it made her skin crawl.

Emma couldn't even describe how she was feeling. It was… child-like, maybe? Petulant? Like she wanted to drop to the floor and kick and scream until Dean came to take her away like a knight in shining armor. She was simultaneously restless as hell and ridiculously exhausted and she just wanted people to stop fucking touching her!

Eventually, and certainly after taking much longer than Emma wanted, her hair and make-up was complete and wardrobe had deemed her presentable. Thank god. Jittery and stressed, but hoping that she had come off as grateful, Emma left in search of either seclusion or the company of a very few select people. Dean, she knew, was in the middle of a match, but Paige, Bayley, Seth, and Roman were probably free. It was rare nowadays for two members of The Shield to be around the ring when the third had a singles match. Emma wasn't quite sure why or when they decided to do it that way, but it worked so it didn't concern her.

As Emma made her way towards the locker rooms, she passed a small group of people huddled around a monitor. Peering through the throng, Emma watched as Dean went one-on-one with none other than Solomon Crowe, his former friend and partner from their indie days who had –in recent months- confronted Dean with quite the chip on his shoulder. Emma hadn't been entirely surprised; her husband had never been easy to deal with and had made quite a few enemies over the years. She didn't know the whole story with Crowe, but she knew that Dean could take care of himself, especially against someone he knew so well. Was he going to win every match? Probably not, but she wasn't worried...

Okay, she was a little worried. She wasn't sure if Dean was going easy on Crowe because of some misplaced rare bout of nostalgia or if Dean was underestimating him. Whatever his reason, Dean needed to get his head out of his ass and into the game because Crowe was out for blood and if Dean wasn't careful, that would be exactly what he got.

But Solomon Crowe was not Emma's problem. Her problem was the woman who followed Crowe around like he was the Second Coming. Katie? Casey? Cassidy? Emma couldn't really remember. It was something like that, she was sure… The point was, Emma didn't like her, and she certainly didn't like the way the woman was trying to distract Dean from the match by hanging around on the ring apron and showing off as much of her breasts as their 'somewhere between PG and TV-14' television rating allowed.

"For fucks sake…" Emma groaned, turning on her heel and marching angrily towards the ring. Whatever-her-name-was did this every damn time that Dean and Crowe had a match and, quite honestly, Emma was getting sick of it. Her exhaustion certainly wasn't helping matters. She heard the crowd cheer as she passed through the curtains and zoned in on… Karen? Kelly? No, that wasn't it…

Whoever-she-was saw Emma coming and quickly jumped off of the apron, her face contorted into a smile that looked more like it belonged on the Joker. Ugh… As if Emma didn't know this trick. Act all smiley and happy and friendly in order to catch your opponent of their guard. Oh please… Emma had spent years effectively using that strategy before most of the other Divas got wise and realized that while she was bubbly and happy and could occasionally be clumsy, it wasn't nearly to the extent that she had so often put forward. Good lord, she wouldn't have made it as a wrestler if she was that clumsy!

"Oh, hi Emma!" What's-her-name said, her cheeriness not even close to being convincing.

"Hi," Emma replied, not even having to energy to pretend to be cheerful. Normally she would play around, see how long it would take until god what was her name? attacked her. But not this time. And, lucky for her, she didn't have to wait. What's-her-nuts lurched forward, aiming a hard punch to Emma's head. Emma easily blocked the attack, kicking the younger Diva in the stomach and tossing her prone body into the barricade.

Seconds later, cheers reached her ears. Emma looked to the ring and saw her nearly incapacitated husband lying in the center of the ring, the referee attempting to hold his hand up in victory, while Crowe rose to his feet shell-shocked. Confused, Emma looked to the TitanTron to watch the replay. She watched as Crowe became distracted by her tussle with Carrie? Cassie? Kelsey! That was it! Dean, naturally, had taken advantage and won with a roll-up despite obviously having had the tar beaten out of him. Crowe, it seemed, was very upset with his loss.

Wailing like a banshee, the younger Superstar attacked Dean, stomping on him and kicking him in the ribs, "Crowe!" Emma shouted as she hurried into the ring, "Crowe, stop it!" She demanded, jerking him around so that he was facing her, "You lost, get over it and get out of the ring!"

"This doesn't concern you, Emma!" He spat back, "Now get out of my way of you're gonna get hurt!"

"I am not scared of you, Solomon Crowe!" Emma replied harshly as she slapped him as hard as she could across the face, "Don't you dare ever threaten me again!" She knew that she shouldn't antagonize him. Solomon Crowe could be very dangerous when angry and she had definitely made him angry. His breathing became shallow, his body tensed, and his face became red. He stared at her like an angry bull before charging at her. Emma dodged him, wrapping her arm around his waist and pushing him forward into the ropes, using his the momentum that the ropes provided to vault him into a German Suplex.

Rising to her feet, Emma watched Crowe roll out of the ring and lay still on the arena floor. She sighed heavily; she shouldn't have done that, but she didn't regret it. Emma did not like to be threatened. But she knew that she had to be calm, because her main concern had to be Dean. Turning, she smiled as she saw her husband pulling himself up on the ropes, a slightly dopey grin on his face. Closing the space between them, she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Hey, you." She said, vaguely noticing Seth and Roman sliding into the ring, "Little late, you two!" She grumbled at them.

"Hey." Dean replied, ignoring her snipe at Seth and Roman, "Was that… Was that a German Suplex?"

"It was." Emma said, snuggling into his shoulder.

"Not gonna lie, that was super hot, babe." Emma chuckled, "You can German Suplex me any day."

Emma cocked her head confusedly. She knew that he meant that to be sexual, but… "Honey, that makes no sense. I'm seriously trying to make that make sense and I just can't…"

"We'll talk about it later," He replied, a roguish smile on his face. Emma just laughed and shook her head before helping him out of the ring, Seth and Roman quickly at their heels as they headed towards the med room. Dean made it clear that he didn't want to go, but Emma reminded him that he had just suffered quite the beat down and that he needed to be looked over by doctors, "It wasn't that bad!" He insisted.

"Dean… My love…" Emma said firmly, shooing Seth and Roman away because she did not want to have this conversation, which she had had with Dean several times before, in front of them, "You need to stop underestimating Crowe. You know how tough he is." Dean grumbled uncomfortably, something that Emma had learned over the years meant that he accepted that she was right even if he didn't like it, "Thank you."

After that, Dean sat quietly through his examination until the doctor declared him fit for action. A few bumps and bruises, but nothing was broken and –luckily- he didn't have a concussion. The doctor warned him, however, that he could have very easily been hurt a lot worse. Emma took the opportunity to cast a very knowing glare at her loving, wonderful, idiot husband, which he pointedly ignored. When he was given the all clear, Dean shot from his seat, grabbed Emma's hand, and bolted from the room.

"Dean!" She exclaimed, unable to hold in her laughter as he pulled her down the hallway, "Dean, where are we going?" She asked as he led her away from the main hub of backstage activity. Without answering, Dean wrenched open a door and hurried her inside, "What the hell?" She questioned, "Dean, this is a closet. What are we…," Emma was promptly cut off when Dean covered her mouth with his. She melted into the kiss, drinking in the feeling of his lips on hers, his hand roaming all over her body… The only hands that she had wanted on her in weeks, and damn near the only hands that hadn't been. When was the last time that they had been alone together, even just to sleep? Too damn long…

"God, I missed you woman…" Dean groaned against her mouth as his hands groped her inner thighs.

"I missed you too." Emma replied, her hands clenching against his back as he pulled her even closer and trailed his lips down her neck, "But… Sweetheart… This is…" She moaned and panted as Dean backed her against the wall, his knee resting between her legs. He would say that it was simply to keep his balance if she mentioned it. She knew he would be lying, "Baby, this is a closet in the middle of a packed arena," She said in one breath, making sure that she would be able to get her words out, "Someone could walk in…"

Dean chuckled as his lips trailed down into her cleavage, "We're far enough away." He said, "It's not likely. But even if someone does, fuck 'em." He whispered harshly, "I've barely seen you since our anniversary.

Sighing, Emma pushed Dean back. He wanted it to damn much, she could see it in eyes, and she would be lying if she said she didn't want it too. Sighing heavily, Emma said, "Fine. Fine. Just do it fast. We can't be missed."

"Fast. Can do." Dean replied excitedly as Emma kicked off her shoes and quickly removed her skinny jeans and panties. In turn, Dean dropped his pants and boxers around his ankles and pulled Emma back to him.

Taking just one gratuitous squeeze of her ass before getting to work, Dean lifted Emma up, resting her against the wall and entering her with one quick stroke. No prep needed this time; he'd been so hard at the mere thought of her for weeks and hearing her pant and moan in his ear spurred him on even more. Emma, likewise, had been wanting him so much that she didn't even need to fantasize to get wet. All she needed was him.

"Shit, Dean…" She groaned as she tightened her legs around his waist, "Harder, baby…"

"As you wish, Blondie." Dean replied, thrusting harder and increasing his speed with each thrust.

Emma chuckled between her pants, "Princess Bride reference." She said, "Good one."

"Anything for my Buttercup," He said between the kisses he placed hard on her mouth. Damn that man. She loved that movie. He knew that and he knew how to use it to turn her into putty in his hands. Groaning, Emma clenched her nails into his back and shoved her tongue into his mouth. It was the reaction he had been hoping for and she knew it, but damn it… She didn't give a fuck. All she cared about was the way that her back hit the wall every time he thrust and the feeling of his teeth against her invading tongue.

Fuck, she'd missed this man so much. She wanted to stay there with him forever.

Unfortunately, both of them knew that it wasn't an option. They were taking a big risk doing what they were doing and could get in some serious trouble if caught, despite the fact that they were two of the biggest Superstars in WWE. With that in mind, Dean pulled his head back, signaling Emma to remove her tongue from his mouth. She did so and with several deep, hard strokes, Emma had to force herself to keep quiet as her orgasm burst forth and threatened to send ecstasy-filled screams throughout the arena.

Dean quickly followed, leaning Emma firmly against the wall so that she didn't fall as his release burst forth and his knees buckled. They rested there for a moment, Emma's legs still wrapped around Dean's waist and Dean's face buried in Emma's chest. They relished in their closeness, taking in each breath and heartbeat as if they were the only thing that could sustain them.

"We should head back," Emma said unwillingly, "I have to be a part of the stupid lumberjill match in half an hour."

"Okay." Dean replied quietly, not wanting to relinquish his hold and share her with the world again.

"Don't worry, darling," Emma continued sweetly, "We'll make up for lost time later. They couldn't even keep us apart when they tried. Fucked up schedules are nothing compared to what we've been through."

Chuckling, Dean kissed Emma lightly on the lips, "You got the right."

Smiling, Emma caressed Dean's face, "But you're going to have to let me down, handsome." Dean groaned, "Did you think that I would forget about that detail?"

"I kinda hoped so…" Dean grumbled, carefully releasing her nonetheless. Emma giggled lowly, certainly not helping quell Dean's desire to take her against the wall once again. He watched as she slowly (far more so than necessarily) retrieved her panties and jeans and redressed.

As she slipped her shoes on, Emma looked to Dean with an amused gleam in her eyes, "Sweetheart… Your pants are still down."

Looking down, Dean replied, "Oh yeah… Would you look at that?"

Snorting, Emma shook her head and said, "You can stand here with your pants down for as long as you like, love. I have to get ready. I'll find you after the lumberjill match. We can head back to the hotel and continue where we left off."

Smiling, Dean said, "It's a date."

Leaning forward, Emma laid a gentle kiss on Dean's lips, "Indeed it is." She said quietly as she pulled away, "I'll see you later." She added as she walked passed him and swatted his bare backside. She didn't miss the smug laugh that escaped his lips as she left. Rolling her eyes, Emma couldn't help but smile. He was impossible. What was she going to do with that man?