It was Monday night and Dean was bored, wandering around the backstage area. Roman and Seth were annoying him with their social media-related conversation, so he decided to check out if anything interesting was happening around the place. Raw was starting in just an hour and he was convinced that he'd at least find someone to chill with for a while.

The only thing that ruined his peace were those damn mistletoes that were hanging all over the place. The producers set it up every year during the entire Christmas week as a kind of a practical joke. Of course, it was Vince McMahon's idea, who thought that putting a shit ton of them in the backstage area would be fun. He loved to walk around backstage and see people pecking each other uncomfortably. Especially when two straight men were involved. He found that hilarious.

To him, maybe it was entertaining, but for Dean, who was avoiding them like the plague the whole week, it was not. The last thing he wanted at his job is to randomly kiss other people. The less drama there was, the happier he felt .

However, his eyes narrowed in interest when he saw a small blonde exiting the make-up department, deeply focused on a paper she had in her hands. He couldn't suppress a smile when he noticed that she was barefoot and wearing a simple short-sleeved dress, even though it was December. She was like a breath of fresh air in an environment full of glammed up Divas.

He looked around warily, making sure that there weren't too many people passing by before quickening his steps and approaching the cute blonde precisely under one of the mistletoes.

Renee didn't even notice the tall black-clad figure coming her way until she bumped into him. A slight gasp of surprise escaped her lips and she looked up, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Dean Ambrose's slightly amused face and gunmetal gray eyes looking down on her. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going", she said, blushing. Lately she was feeling way too much sexual energy between herself and this man and it never failed to make her nervous as hell.

"Don't worry. It happens." Dean smiled and looked upwards. Renee followed his gaze and noticed the mistletoe. Her heart bounced and she had to put all of her mental strength into keeping calm.

"Oh. Well… uh… Vince is nowhere to be found, so…" she gulped, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink, "I guess we don't have to–" Her sentence was cut off by Dean, who pulled her in a firm kiss, his hands cupping her face. Her eyes widened in surprise, the sudden realization shocking her. Dean Ambrose was kissing her. And it wasn't just a quick, innocent kiss under the mistletoe. It was a full-blown french kiss that for some reason she didn't want to break… ever. All it took was his thumb to gently brush over her cheek, silently telling her to relax, and she fully gave in.

They broke the kiss only when they both ended up out of breath. Renee didn't even notice that her hands were resting on his chest until a second later. Dean smiled at her warmly, loving how flustered she looked.

"Good thing I'm not wearing lipstick today", she said in a low voice. Dean's smile widened and he brushed a few strands of hair out of her face.

"Don't wear it this week."