A/N: If you're still with me on this, welcome back! Thanks for sticking around.

This picks up after the Royal Rumble 2014…enjoy!

"Is he always this fun?"

Bianca posed the question as she ran her finger around the rim of her wineglass. Dean had dropped her and Roman off at the hotel bar, promising to return in thirty minutes or less. They had assured him that he didn't have to go to any extra trouble, but he was having none of it. A determined Dean would not be swayed from his mission.

Roman pursed his lips, his eyes raised to the ceiling as he considered the question. "Dean's…special. You'll never meet anyone like him as long as you live. He's a lot of fun, but he's been through a lot too. He doesn't trust easily, but when he does, he'll protect you with his life. He's someone you want in your corner."

"Wow." Bianca blew out a breath. "I wasn't expecting such an honest answer."

"Am I scaring you away? Should I shut up?"

She shook her head, smiling, "Not at all. I like a man who can talk. And I really like you two…"

Roman reached out to tip up her chin when she ducked her head, blushing at her own forwardness. "And we really like you, Bianca. We're glad you were able to make it this weekend. To show our appreciation, we'll talk at you all night long if that's what you want."

Before she could respond, Dean reappeared behind Bianca, placing his hands on her shoulders and whispering in her ear, "Boo."

"Jesus!" She clapped a hand over her heart, feeling it slamming against her ribcage. "You're sneaky, Mr. Ambrose."

"I've got a very specific set of skills that I know how to use to devastating effect," he shrugged, his voice dipping low and suggestive.

Bianca bit the inside of her cheek and nodded, not trusting herself to verbalise anything other than frustrated moans.

"Where you been, Romeo?" Roman asked, looking Dean up and down for clues.

"Getting our date ready. Now, if you'll follow me." He offered Bianca his arm and led them over to the bank of elevators.

Dean couldn't stop smiling on the ride up, humming to himself and bouncing on the balls of his feet. His enthusiasm was contagious, and very endearing. Bianca and Roman found themselves sharing his smile.

Sliding his keycard into the lock, he propped the door open with his hip, turning to face them with a finger raised, "Eyes closed. This is a surprise."

Glancing down at Bianca, Roman shrugged and followed her lead, squeezing his eyes shut and carefully feeling his way into the room.

"Okay, stand right here," Dean instructed, guiding them into place. "Aaaaand open!"

Bianca blinked, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the dim light in the room. Candles glowed throughout the space, giving it a soft, romantic tint.

Her mouth dropped open when she saw the feast spread out on top of the bed.

"Happy Meals?"

"Yeah!" Dean grinned. "I was thinking about how to make you both happy, and like, it's in the name. So it's gotta be good."

"Happy Meals," Roman said, taking in the mountain of French fries, burgers, nuggets and sundaes.

"Yep," Dean nodded, looking so proud as he gathered up a heap of plush toys, his eyes shining. "The guy behind the counter was a fan so he gave me a shitload of the toys. Look, this little dude is a badass dog and he's even got a skateboard."

Dean glanced up, noticing that Bianca and Roman didn't seem to share his enthusiasm all of a sudden. He swallowed with difficulty, a few of the toys falling on to the carpet when his smile faltered.

"You don't like it…" The tremble in his voice was unmistakable, the perpetual confidence that he wore so well suddenly falling away.

"No, no, no!" Bianca rushed to reassure him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "We love it. Don't we, Roman?"

The dark-haired man nodded in agreement, moving over to them and kissing Dean tenderly on the head. "This is awesome. Better than any fancy restaurant."

"Then how come you looked so disappointed?" Dean asked, not taking his eyes off of the pile of toys in his arms.

"Not disappointed – surprised," Bianca said, squishing the toys when she nuzzled into his chest. "I'm still learning all about you, remember? I've only ever seen this devious and unpredictable guy on TV. Seeing that same guy put so much thought and effort into a date is kind of blowing my mind right now."

Dean peeked up from beneath his eyelashes, "…Really?"

"Really. You're surprising me all the time. I didn't expect you to get all dressed up for us, or to bring us to that restaurant, or lay out such a nice dinner for us. With plush toys, too!"

Dean finally smiled, "You can have as many as you like. You can even have little badass skateboard dog."

Bianca stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him gently. "Thank you. I'm definitely going to grab a few, but I couldn't separate you and little badass skateboard dog. You two have already bonded."

Dean carefully placed the toys down on the floor and wiped his brow, "Not gonna lie, I'm relieved. He and I had a great conversation in the car on the way back."

Raising her eyebrows, Bianca looked at Roman for his reaction, but he just shrugged and ruffled Dean's hair affectionately.

"Let's eat, I'm a starving man," he announced, settling down on the bed and picking through the packages.

Bianca kicked off her shoes and perched on the edge of the bed, daintily chewing on a French fry.

"Ah, ah, ah," Roman chastised, pulling her into the centre of the bed so that she was the filling in a Dean and Roman sandwich. "We're not strangers, and we already know you're a lady, so you don't have to hold back."

Bianca blushed, vivid flashbacks of their moment in her office filling her mind. They had certainly seen a lot of her that day…but she didn't regret one bit of it.

"Yeah, what he said," Dean agreed through a mouthful of hamburger. "I didn't get any of that salad shit either. It's been a long day, a girl's gotta eat something that will fill her up…but first, we'll have dinner."

Bianca cracked up at the evil grin on his otherwise cherubic face, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. "Aaaand he's back! There's the sass I've been expecting."

"I'm adorably sassy," he declared proudly, his dimples showing and further proving his point.

"And what am I?" Roman asked, sinking down into the pillows and tucking into a large cheeseburger.

"Too handsome for your own good," Bianca replied, picking up her own burger. "Wait, no, too handsome for my own good."

"Someone who could make us a lotta money in porn," Dean added, giving Roman a hint-heavy look.

Roman laughed and shook his head, looking almost coy, "Nah. My Mom would kill me."

"You could make it up to her by buying her a house with all of the money you'd make," Bianca chipped in.

Roman's eyes flew open in surprise, "Hey! You're sounding just like him. Cut that out. I can't handle two of you."

"Yes you can," they replied in unison, raising their eyebrows suggestively.

"Watch it, or I'll have to spank your asses," he warned.

The silence that followed, coupled with their thoughtful expressions, indicated that this wasn't such a terrible consequence for their bratty behaviour.

"I give up," he sighed, polishing off his burger and grabbing a second.

Bianca squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore the throbbing in her clit. These two were ridiculously sexy. And funny. And cool. It was their first time just hanging out together, trading jokes and jabs. It was so easy to be around them, she felt completely comfortable. Who knew that they could turn her on just as easily with their personalities, as they had with their looks? This instant chemistry had made the trip worthwhile. She got to make her boss happy, while also making herself happy. She didn't do enough of the latter, but that was going to change.

When they had their fill of the food, Dean and Roman cleared off the empty boxes and settled back on the bed, Bianca nestled securely between them.

"You two were amazing tonight," she said, taking note of how beautiful they looked in the shadows cast by the candlelight.

"We know," Dean murmured, running his tongue over his bottom lip and smiling smugly. "We saw you fangirling for us."

"I…wasn't fangirling," she insisted. "I was merely enjoying the show."

"You sure took a lotta pictures," Roman commented, placing a kiss on her shoulder.

"For posterity! Everybody back in the office told me to take a ton."

"And what would we find if we opened up your phone right now?" Dean wondered, resting a hand on her stomach and massaging it gently. "Pictures of our chests? Did it get you going when Sheamus pulled up my shirt…?"

Bianca's protestations died in her mouth, a hot flush draining her of all her fight. It was pointless, anyway. They had her with that one.

"…Maybe."

"Just maybe? Hmm, what would really get you going?" Dean pondered aloud, trailing his lips over her neck, chuckling lightly when she instantly shifted closer to the touch.

"I remember her liking kisses," Roman murmured, kissing up the other side of her neck, a large hand cupping her left breast.

Bianca fisted their shirts in each hand, closing her eyes, attempting to reacquaint herself with the overwhelming feelings that these two inspired in her. She gasped, her hips instinctively tilting upward, seeking stimulation. Dean obligingly slid his hand south, skimming over the soft skin of her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where she needed him.

This was it. They were really going to do this. She wanted to explore every part of them, had been imagining it since their first encounter. Her desire had only grown for them over the past few weeks, and now she got to act on it.

Roman pulled down one of the straps on her dress, kissing his way down across her collarbone, teasing her décolletage with his tongue.

"WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE, WE'VE GOT FUN AND GAMES…"

Roman dropped his head on her chest with a groan. "What the fuck, man? Turn it off."

Dean cursed quietly under his breath, slipping from the bed and snatching his phone up from the nightstand. "Oh shit. It's Carrano."

"Carrano? Who's that?" Bianca asked breathily, still feeling the effects of their attention.

"He manages the talent in the company," Roman explained, biting his lip, looking conflicted.

Bianca noticed that Dean looked equally conflicted, torn between answering or rejecting the call.

"Answer it, it's work," she urged.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Go ahead."

Dean kissed her on the temple, murmuring his thanks before wandering into the bathroom to take the call.

She turned back to Roman, smiling when she found him propped up on his elbow, grinning down at her.

"You're amazing. You know that, right?"

"So Jess tells me," she laughed. "It isn't a big deal. Work comes first. I get that."

"Very few people truly understand the demands of our job," he said softly, tracing circles over her tummy. "Especially people who aren't in the industry. Thank you for being so cool about this. I know it's kind of a mood killer."

"It's not ideal," she agreed. "But I'm happy to be here with you two, demanding jobs and all."

Dean sighed and ran his hand through his hair when he returned, groaning loudly. "Fucking fuck."

"What did he want?" Roman asked, resignation already obvious in his eyes.

"They want me and Seth to do media later this morning…in Cleveland. We have to leave right now."

"They couldn't have told you this earlier?"

"That's what I said, but you know Carrano, he always has an answer. I've gotta do it."

Dean lay down beside Bianca, cupping her face in one hand. "I'm really, really, really sorry. I didn't think they were gonna ask me to do this, but when they call, I've pretty much got to jump."

She placed her hand on top of this and smiled. "It's okay. I get how it is. Well, as much as an outsider can. We can do this another time…right?"

"Absolutely," Dean confirmed, nodding his head vehemently. "And soon. Will you watch me on TV this morning?"

"Try and stop me. I'll be undressing you with my eyes."

Dean grunted and kissed her firmly, only pulling away when they were both breathless. "Why do you have to say stuff like that when I have to leave you? You play dirty."

"You'll have to come back some other time to find out just how dirty I can play…"

Roman joined Dean in his frustrated moaning this time, stealing a kiss of his own.

"Alright, I gotta get my shit together. Since they're dragging me away from you, I'm going to make the TV interview extra interesting."

"Uh oh. What are you going to do…?" Bianca asked warily.

Dean didn't offer any further clues, winking at her instead.

"You'll see."

"Did you get the dick?"

"Well, good morning to you too," Bianca answered, setting her bag down behind the table and passing a fresh cup of coffee to Jess. "What kind of greeting is that? You're so crass."

"I like to get to the point," Jess shrugged, taking her first sip and sighing. "You're here earlier than I expected. I thought those two boys were going to wear you out. Shame on them. Give me your phone, I have to call them out on this heinous crime."

Bianca laughed, pulling back from Jess' grabby hands, "You're not calling them! I got the dick…dicks?...kind of. Dean had planned out this whole fancy evening for us, but by the time they got done with work, everywhere was closed. So, instead, he made this adorable effort to get us Happy Meals and lit candles in his room and it was just…perfect."

"That's so sweet," Jess smiled. "Now skip to the dicking."

"The kind of dicking," Bianca corrected, watching the sea of people move by their table. "We had a lovely evening, I felt really comfortable with them, and then things started to get really good…but…"

"Buuuut…" Jess prompted, leaning forward in her chair.

"But then Dean got a phone call from the office. They needed him to do media this morning in Cleveland to promote Raw, so he had to leave right away. Well, he and Seth had to leave right away. Roman stayed behind and we cuddled."

"Hold up, you're telling me you spent a whole night in the same bed as Roman Reigns and all you did was cuddle?"

"Yeah. It would have been weird to have done anything without Dean there. Besides, it was really nice. Those arms are perfect for cuddling."

"This is new for you, thinking it would be weird if you had sex without two men in the bed with you," Jess grinned, pinching Bianca's cheek when she blushed. "It's a good look for you, you look happy."

"I am happy," Bianca agreed. "We both know I never expected to end up in this kind of…thing…but it's working for me."

"Then that's all that matters. You've always been so focused on taking care of others, it's time you let those two studs take care of you…which means you'll have to see them again soon because they need to take really good care of you."

"Stop winking at me, you can't pull off subtlety," Bianca cringed, hiding her face behind her palms.

"Don't lie. You want them in you," Jess argued, waving at a man who heard her and looked aghast before hurriedly continuing on his way.

"You're right, I want them bad. I'm not sure what that would look like, or how the logistics would work, but I'm down to try it."

"That's my girl!" Jess pulled her in close for a hug, beaming like a proud parent.

"Enough about me, how was your night? Did you get what you wanted?"

"Wellllll…I got off, yeah."

"Jess? What aren't you telling me?" Bianca pulled Jess' chair around so that she was facing her, and unable to squirm away from the truth.

"I got off, just like I wanted," Jess repeated, taking deep gulps of her drink so as to avoid having to talk.

"So you can give me an in-depth review of the Hitachi right now then," Bianca said, raising an expectant eyebrow.

"Uh, not exactly…I had more than a little help in getting off last night. Something bigger than a Hitachi, and more…manly."

Bianca gasped. "You hooked up with someone? Who? Give me details, girl!"

"…Seth."

"Seth? What? How?"

"Trust me, I've been asking myself the same questions all morning," Jess smiled bitterly. "I saw him after I left you guys, and…it was embarrassing. I got tossed out of the arena. Some shithead security guard thought I was a rat. And that bastard just stood there and watched it all happen. So, as you can imagine, I was pissed when I got back to the hotel. I didn't want to take my anger out on my clit. I went to the gym instead and of course, of course, he had the same idea…and then I hate-fucked him right there on the floor of the gym and slept like a baby afterward."

"I…but…I'm going to need a few minutes to process this, but are you okay?"

Before Jess could answer, a customer wearing a Shield shirt wandered over to them, holding up a tub of their best-selling protein powder.

"I'll take care of this," Jess mumbled, walking over to the man and pulling her features into a more pleasant expression.

"This will have you ripped and looking like Roman Reigns before you know it!" Jess tried to sound as sincere as possible, knowing that she succeeded when the man smiled brightly.

"Really? What about Seth Rollins? Will it make me look like him?"

Look like what? A douchebag? Hmm, let me see if we stock that particular protein…

"You want to look like him?"

"Yeah, have you seen his Crossfit pictures online? That dude is ripped." The man sounded suitably impressed, and maybe a little envious.

Why yes, I HAVE seen those pictures. I've also ridden him like a circus pony, and felt up every inch of those abs you're so fond of…

"Yeah, he's definitely in great shape," Jess nodded, shifting around the tubs on the stand. "You want to look like Rollins? Then this is the one – the chocolate one is his favourite."

The customer pursed his lips, suddenly sceptical. "And how do you know that…?"

Because I've fucking hand-delivered it to him.

"I take care of the Shield's orders. Rollins loves himself some chocolate flavoured protein powder."

"Well in that case, I'll take two!"

"Awesome," Jess smiled, quickly bagging up his products and adding his contact details to their subscription list.

"Hopefully I'll find a hot girlfriend too, just like Seth. His girl is smoking hot."

Jess waved him off with a big smile, his words only registering once he had disappeared into the swarm of people moving along the floor of the convention centre.

"…He has a fucking girlfriend?"

A/N: Oh Seth… What will Jess do next? And who wants a plush toy? Dean has a few lying around…

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