Dean was usually in his own little world during shows, especially when he was a part of the main event, but on this particular episode of Smackdown there was a huge distraction backstage that he simply had to deal with. For the sake of his own sanity.

It involved a certain blondie wearing a quite short and quite tight white fur-lined velvety costume that showed off her legs and just the right amount of cleavage to make him all hot and bothered, despite having seen her in all her naked glory a million times. The white heels she was wearing weren't making the issue any easier.

He was getting all jittery and impatient while waiting for her to finish interviewing Owens. When she finally did, he tried to walk up to her as casually as possible to avoid any curious glances, but on the inside, he was so turned on that he was afraid of getting an embarrassing Renee-induced boner.

"Do you get to keep that outfit?" he whispered in her ear when the cameraman stopped filming. She jumped a bit at the sound of his voice.

"You scared me! …Do I get to keep it? I'm not sure. I think I do."

"Good. If it turns out that you don't, let me know. I'll fix it."

She gave him a naughty smile. "You like my ice queen costume?"

"You can be my queen in that costume any day." He smirked, his hands going over her belted waist. "Seriously. We need that costume for… science."

Renee chuckled. "Bedroom science?"

"I was thinking living room science. Holiday, sipping-wine-in-front-of-fireplace science."

"Mmm… I like that a lot. But make it before-my-family-arrives science too."

"Of course. I wouldn't want an awkward dinner with Carole."

Renee laughed. "Me neither. It's on tomorrow then, huh?"

"Yeah. And one more thing… do you have any more interviews later?"

"I'd have to ask. Why?"

"Because I want to have ice queen for dinner."

Renee let out a sigh that didn't sound nearly as exasperated as she wanted it to be. "Again with workplace sex? I thought we were over that when Orton almost caught us."

"You were over that. You know me."

She paused for a moment, hesitant. "How much do you need it?"

"You'll have a case of blue balls and erection during main event on your conscience if we don't do anything right now. That costume is lethal."

"Poor thing." She rolled her eyes, smiling. "Okay, let me just ask if I have anything else to do tonight."

Dean reveled in the sight of her legs while she was walking towards one of the producers. He couldn't wait until those thighs were wrapped around his waist.

Her smile told him everything he needed to know when she came back. He immediately grabbed her hand and nearly ran towards the hallways inside the backstage area. "No toilets", Renee demanded while they were looking for a place where they could find a little bit of privacy. "Anything but toilets."

"Lighting storage room", Dean said, abruptly stopping and looking to his right. "Let's go."

He opened the door, thanking the heavens that it was unlocked, and rushed to the farthest, darkest place in the room. "Fuck", he growled lowly, trapping Renee between his body and the nearest wall, his hands going to her waist. "You really have to stop doing this to me." His lips touched her neck, sucking on the delicate skin. She gasped, grabbing the back of his leather jacket. She nearly melted whenever his mouth was on her neck, intoxicating electricity running down her spine.

"Kiss me", she whispered with a shaky voice. He wasted no time. His lips were on hers before she could even catch a breath, uniting them in a fierce kiss. His hands slipped down, beneath the furry hem of her costume and onto her butt, greedily groping the flesh. She softly moaned into his mouth, making his hard-on even more uncomfortable. He began unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down to his knees and helping her push up the little skirt of her costume upwards. His lips lowered to her partially uncovered breasts while his fingers slipped between her legs, checking just how much she was aroused. He almost shivered upon finding out that she was dripping wet. He let his cock out of his boxers with his free hand, impatient to be buried inside of her. She squirmed out of her panties and he picked her up, leaning her back against the wall and slipping inside of her. He was so grateful for birth control.

"Please… fuck me, fuck me", she begged, making him forget how to breathe for a second. He had to try his hardest to maintain his composure and not cum in that very moment. With a deep grunt, he thrust inside of her, burying his face in her neck and drawing out a quiet but delicious moan from her. She was torturing him in the best of ways.

He knew that he wouldn't be able to go as fast as he wanted in the position they were in, so he put her down on the nearest crate and spread her legs, starting to pump in and out of her at a frantic pace. She whined, biting down on her lower lip and looking directly into his eyes. "Yes, look at me", he whispered. "I wanna see your face when you cum." His thumb pressed into her clit and she cried out, arching her back.

"Faster", she pleaded, grabbing his free hand. Their eyes were locked onto each other's. Dean was getting dangerously close to his own climax, so he applied more pressure on her clit, rubbing it and thrusting in and out of her faster and faster. She sat up, never breaking the eye contact, and brought his face closer to hers by grabbing a fistful of wet curls at the back of his neck. Dean growled at the sensation, thrusting rough and hard. That's when she came, her mouth falling open, eyes wide, and her muscles tightening around his cock. He gave in and shot his load into her, moaning in relief. Seeing her gasp at the feeling of his cum filling her up brought him complete and utter ecstasy.

"Thanks, darling", he said when he finally pulled out, almost getting another erection when he saw cum dripping out of her. He dressed himself and helped her clean up and then gave her the biggest grin ever. "You're the best."

"I know I am. Thanks to me, we'll even have a white Christmas this year. In Vegas." She turned around dramatically, making Dean smile even more. "Now let's go back. You need to wrestle."