Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I still don't own anyone in this story. Any characters you recognize here belong just to themselves.

A/N This is a little something that has been dancing on my mind for a while! It's based on two previous stories I have of this pairing called Irrésistible and Désir. You don't have read them to completely understand this one… but I guess it will help if you do =D

I wanted to give it more meaning, something more that smut!!! Let me know what you think and if I should continue! If I continue it would be just another chapter, a conclusion.

Hope you enjoy!

GEN ERREUR

Making sure that her dress wouldn't ride anymore higher than it should, Maryse shifted her position so that she could look straight into Phil's lively green eyes. She was sitting across his lap, bored as hell while he was lost in a deep conversation with some of his friends.

She and Phil had been going out steady for the last couple of months, squeezing time to spend together between their tight schedules… but even after all that time together, she still couldn't figure him out completely.

Inside closed doors, where they spent most of their time together, she knew him inside and out. She had spent hours getting lost in the depths of his eyes and in the contours of his body, each one devouring the other until they would both collapse in a heap, breathless and satisfied.

She knew him by memory as she was sure he knew her.

Only by closing her eyes she could tell exactly how he tasted, how he felt… how he smelled. There was not an inch of him that she hasn't engraved into her brain to use it to her convenience, to make his squirm under her touch in their most intimate moments…

But that was behind closed doors, shut out from the world. Outside the bedroom he was a complete enigma to her.

His whole lifestyle was a mystery to her, and she couldn't understand his point on going out to a club if he was not going to dance… or even get a couple of drinks!

But that was Phil and she was slowly getting use to him. He didn't drink, he didn't dance… well, he did nothing of the kind of things that she did. He just talked his talk with the guys while she was left aside to succumb in a world of boredom… joyless and sober.

They were two opposite poles that were inexplicably drawn to one another.

His way of life differed greatly from hers, because if she was going to spend the night out she liked to have the best of times. She liked to dance and drink… even get a cigarette or two. She just liked to drag the fun until morning came and then sleep until noon…

But not when she was with Phil. With him she refrained from doing all that. She just sat there with him…

Bored… wanting to go back to the hotel.

It felt to her like she has wasted time and effort in getting nicely dressed up for him if they were just going to sit there while he talked to his friends.

And she didn't even like his friends! They were all uninteresting and plain and so not her style. Besides, she was pretty much sure that they didn't like her at all either… especially the horse face Mickie-ugly-James.

Not that it mattered to her… none of them did.

What mattered to her was that she and Phil were wasting their time in that stupid club while they could be having so much fun in their room, just the two of them and a lot of possibilities.

As if sensing her eyes on him, Phil tilted his head a little to the side to look at her, his eyes shining into hers while he graced her with one of his patented crooked smiles, the one she loved so much.

When their eyes met she leaned even more into him, enjoying the way he felt against her and letting him feel her… "Dance with me" She poured in her most seductive tone.

If she could manage to get him out of that chair, then she could easily lure him into getting out of there and back to their hotel room, where she planned to turn the already dull night into an unforgettable, exciting one.

Maybe his concept of a fun night out was different from hers, but they were both in the same page when it came to the pleasures of the flesh. In the highs of passion they complemented each other perfectly, and that night Maryse wanted to be complemented…

After all, they were going to go their separate ways first thing in the morning and she wanted to make sure to give him a night to remember. Just something to hold on to until the time came for them to meet again.

He blinked, the sparkle in his eyes still there and his smile still lingering on his face. "You know I don't dance babe"

"You don't have to do anything, just stand there and let me do all the work" She smiled slyly, sliding her hand up to his neck and caressing him lightly where she knew he liked it.

He grinned, and for the briefest of moments she thought he was going to comply. "As tempting as that may sound… I think I'll have to pass"

She held back the need to roll her eyes at him. "You know…" She said in her thick accent while running her manicured fingers through his silky, jet black hair. At least she could be content that she managed to convince him of not wearing the ugly cap he always wore to go out. "I checked it out, and being Straight Edge doesn't mean you can't dance"

He laughed a raspy laugh, giving her a brief kiss on the corner of her lips. "The reason I don't dance doesn't have anything to do with me being Straight Edge, it's because that thing blasting all around us called music is awful"

She raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth, letting a small gasp escape. "Hey, I like that music"

"Well… it's still awful" He replied with a playful smile before giving her another one of his chaste kisses, then he focused his attention back to the guys.

That bothered her.

"I want to go back to the hotel" She said in resolution, her tone giving her mood away.

Phil looked back at her. "Maryse, we just got here…"

She rolled her eyes, dropping the hand that moments ago had been on his hair back to her lap, her mood getting even more rotten by the second.

She wondered when and why she had let herself mold into him when it should be the other way around… after all she was Maryse, the sexiest of sexy!

He should be begging her to go back to their room…

"Tell you what" He said while his fingers traced small circles on her exposed knee. "Let's stay for a little while; go talk to your friends and… I don't know; just try to have a good time. If you still want to leave in half an hour then we'll do go, ok?"

She flipped at her hair and rolled her eyes. "Whatever, I'm going to see if I see Brie" She stood up from his lap and walked away, not even bothering to look back.

She was a bit annoyed, she wanted to leave in that precise moment… but if she was going to spend another half hour in that place, she was going to spend it with interesting people, and besides her and Phil, there was no one more interesting in the entire WWE than her friends, Nicky and Brie.

And as of lately she hasn't spend enough time with them, not after the stupid trade where both of them ended in ECW.

Divided rosters where the worst, not only her friends where on a different brand, but so was Phil.

"WOW Maryse you look fabulous… fabulous"

With a grimace of disgust, the Canadian blonde turned around to see the most annoying man she had ever known… Mike. She wouldn't have minded if they had traded into another show other than the one she was in.

"Eck" She said waving her hand in his face, wishing he would get lost.

"Love you too" He blew a kiss to her and she rolled her eyes. "I see you managed to escape your master, why don't you dance with me? Or do we have to ask him for permission?"

"I don't have to ask anyone for permission" She said raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah… well, that's not what everyone says around here. All I hear is how he has you confined, changed… is he afraid that a better man would come and take you away from him" He said in the most petulant whinny tone.

She smirked. "I don't think there is a better man, just boys, like you" She said in confidence, even when she did not like what she just heard. "Besides, I make my own choices. I do what I want when I want to"

"Then dance with me mon chéri… I bet your man won't mind, as he is a bit occupied himself"

She looked back to where Phil was sitting, only to see that the fugly Mickie James has moved to the chair besides Phil, and that they were both talking and laughing… how she despised that girl.

She sure didn't waste time…

"Awww do I see a little of competition here?"

"Competition? Please!" She waved her hand once again in his face and then attempted to walk away, back to Phil. She has been nice enough to that girl for the sake of Phil, but she was going to tell her a thing or two now… she still owed her one!

But when she started to walk away, Mike held her arm and pulled her to him.

"Just one dance, then you can go back to your man and his little girlfriend"

She looked back at Phil, still with Mickie. She couldn't help but to feel a pang of jealousy at the sight of them.

She thought about it for a moment, Phil did tell her to have a good time and she really wanted to dance… and if he saw her dancing the better. It would serve him as a reminder that she was Maryse and that there were a lot of men that would kill for the chance to breathe the same air as her.

"Fine, but just one… and make sure to keep your hands away from me"

She walked him to a spot where she was sure Phil was going to see them, and then she began to dance, letting the rhythm of the music guide her movements.

It was truly a shame that Phil didn't dance, they could have a lot of fun… you could call it preliminaries to what would definitely culminate in a night of raw passion.

But he didn't dance… and God! Mike was the worst dancer ever, instead of dancing he was more focused on getting his body closer to hers. She kept backing away, even pushing him a little every once in a while, but the more she tried to get her body away the more he insisted.

It was pathetic, and she laughed at the poor excuse of a man. It had been stupid to even try to get Phil jealous with this guy. Like seriously, he had nothing on Phil.

"That's enough" She said pushing him away, she had enough of this. She wanted to go back to her man… and brush Mickie away.

"The song is not over" He said pulling her back to him roughly, her body collapsing hard against him.

"What is wrong with you?" She said pushing him once more. He was dead wrong if he thought she was going to let him touch her like that; her body was a sacred temple that only Phil could enjoy.

"No, what is wrong with you?" He tried to grab her, leaning forward as if trying to kiss her. She moved her face, disgusted by his alcohol stinking breath.

"Get off me" She commanded and as if in cue Phil appeared right behind Mike.

"What is going on here?" He asked, his tone serious and his face somber.

"This had nothing to do with you Punk, get lost" Mike said in a pathetic attempt to seem though but he gave up in his attempt to grab Maryse.

"That's where you are wrong, it has everything to do with me"

"Let it go Phil, let's get out of here" Kofi said. Maryse hasn't even notice the man at Phil's side until he spoke. "Come on Maryse" He said, motioning her to move.

For the first time ever, she listened to the man and did what he said, she walked over to them… well, to Kofi, because Phil seemed pissed as hell and she has never seen him like that…

"Yes Phil, go away… I don't like teases anyway and that's what your girl is, a sophisticated…"

Mike didn't have the time to finish whatever he was going to say because Phil shut him off with a punch right to the face, sending him sprawling into the floor.

Maryse was too shocked to react, she just gasped.

"Damn it Phil!" Kofi complained pushing the Chicago native away from the fallen drunk man. "Just get the hell out of here before this get worse, I'll handle this"

Maryse didn't know who things could get worse than that, and she had no time to think on it because Phil grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the club.

Once when they were outside, and while Phil fumbled in his pocket to get the car keys, Maryse got the courage to speak. "Phil…"

"Not now Maryse" He snapped, not even looking at her. She could tell by his flushed face that he was still furious, but was he furious because of Mike, because what he did to Mike or because of her?

She couldn't tell and she was not going to ask, not with him like that.

There were moment is life when it was better to remain silent, this was one of those moments.

The drive to the hotel was a silent, tense one, and by the time they got to their room Phil's mood hasn't changed.

Once in their room, Phil got straight into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, leaving her outside and a bit unnerved.

How did things progress into this? Was it her fault? She thought about it for a minute and decided that it wasn't her fault.

It was all Mike's fault… but she shouldn't have danced with him…

When Phil got out, he had a few of his things on his hands; he tossed them inside his suitcase and then moved to collect the rest of his stuff. The cap that was resting on top of the bed, his shoes… he put them all inside the suitcase.

Was he leaving?

"Are you mad at me?" She ventured to ask, and that's when he finally looked at her.

She didn't need a spoken answer, all the answer she needed was in his eyes. He was not mad at her, he was beyond pissed… he was on the verge of getting psycho mad on her.

And why? She didn't do anything wrong!

He snorted, as if the question was too stupid for him to answer, so he didn't. He just zipped his suitcase and rested both his hands on top of them.

"Where are you going?"

"Out, if I stay here I'm going to say some things that I'll probably regret later"

"Is this because I danced with him, you…"

"Is not that you were dancing with him Maryse, you were fucking flirting with him!"

The blonde gasped in disbelieve. "I was not!"

He snorted again. "I saw you Maryse, the whole club saw you, so don't tell me you weren't… you know what, forget it"

She bit her lip, as he walked to the door. This was the moment where she yelled at him to get the hell out then, it was not like she needed him anyway. She was Maryse and no one walked out on her.

But she didn't say any of those things, her words where stuck in her throat and she couldn't let them out for the life of her.

So she just watched him walk out, the sound of the door slamming resonating in her head.

She just couldn't understand what she did wrong… she was not flirting with Mike…

See, that was the reason why she didn't do relationships.

TBC?