Disclaimer! I own no one in this story but I wish I had all the rights to CM Punk!

What can I say, I read a CM Punk interview and he said something that got my mind running. Besides, my Punk/Maryse muses were protesting that I cut their other story short. Now, this will probably be a one shot, it all depends if I get inspired to go on… we shall see.

Enjoy!

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Love Games

After spending half that afternoon doing some major shopping at New York's finest boutiques, Maryse finally made it back to the Ritz-Carlton, the hotel she and most of her co-workers were staying in for the night.

During her extensive shopping spree, the French Canadian had left a small fortune in Fifth Avenue, visiting all the stores and getting great goods from almost all of them; meaning that she was now carrying a great number of bags, from Jimmy Choo to Victoria Secret, and like only an expert accustomed to this kind of deal she was managing to walk and balance with no problem whatsoever.

This shopping madness happened every time she visited the city, because only next to Montreal, NYC was her best choice for shopping… at least on this part of the hemisphere, because nothing beat shopping at Europe, true home of fashion and beauty.

But even though this was not Paris but New York City, the blonde was content with what she bought, and like the shopping enthusiast that she was, she could barely wait to get to her room and go over her newly acquired products.

She had even brought back chocolate truffles from Godiva, and those she meant to eat soon.

So with that in mind, she hurried to the elevator before the metallic doors could close, she didn't want to wait for another one.

Thankfully for her, she managed to get on in time, and what was most importantly, there was no one inside that elevator but Phil.

She was glad it was him and not one of those freaks that would ogle at her the entire time or that would ask for autographs and pictures while she carried all those bags.

She was in no mood for that.

At least with someone she sort of knew she didn't have to fake she couldn't understand English or that she all of a sudden became deaf and dumb; because someone she sort of knew would not bother her with nonsense.

"Can you press eleven for me?" She asked the tattooed man because to do it herself would mean she had to drop all the bags and she didn't want to do that… picking them back up would be annoying and would only delay her task of getting back to her room.

Phil pressed the button without saying anything and then stepped back, right to the place he had been standing before the blonde vixen stepped in.

Once the doors slid close and the elevator started to ascend, Maryse's mind drifted back to everything she had bought. There was a great deal of clothes and lingerie, shoes, a purse, perfumes, make-up and of course, a nice set of vanilla scented candles she was planning to use while taking a long relaxing bath in three feet of bubbles.

Yes… there was nothing sexier than that and there was no one sexier than her.

She smiled to herself, and as she made plans for later that evening, a loud wailing sound forced her out of her deep thoughts and all of a sudden the elevator halted and the lights went off. Maryse managed to keep her balance through it all, even when the abrupt movement menaced to take her down to the floor.

"What…" She started to say but stopped when the generator lights turned on. The new lights were dim, casting a yellowish gloomy shadow that gave the limited space a creepy atmosphere, especially if she looked back at the mirror that lined the wall at the back.

Her reflection there seemed like taken out of the worst scary movie ever… and the fact that the elevator remained motionless wasn't helping the situation.

"Oh you have to be kidding me" Phil exclaimed and moved forward to take the emergency phone. Maryse stared at him expectantly, waiting to see what would happen. But after a short while he hung up. "It's not working"

He pressed the little red button on the electronic panel; repeating the action a few times, and because he was getting no response he kept pressing it, each time a bit harder than the last one.

"You are going to break it" Maryse finally spoke, focusing her eyes on him because for some reason looking at her reflection casted on the mirror and on the door was making her feel kind of uneasy. That was rare, because as a norm she loved mirrors…

But not those, they were creepy.

She wasn't worried though, this was not the first time she got stuck in an elevator; it was only the first time it happened in such a great hotel as the Ritz-Carlton. So she guessed it was only a momentary thing, pretty soon the elevator would start to move once more.

"Fuck" He mumbled as he pressed the button one last time.

Maryse raised an eyebrow at the man but then dismissed him. She just had to wait a few more seconds and then the lights would go back to normal and the elevator would start moving again… then she would be in her room in no time, trying on her new clothes and maybe even calling the twins to join her.

But those few seconds turned into several minutes and still there was no sign that things were going back to normal any time soon.

With an exasperated sigh, Maryse dropped all her bags to the floor and smacked hard at the button. There was no way this was happening to her.

"You are going to break it"

Maryse glared at Phil, he had slid down the wall and was by now sitting on the floor and putting on his iPod. He grinned at her his crooked grin and she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"This never happens at motel 6"

"Tacky" Maryse said while she looked into her purse for her phone. She knew Brie was in the hotel and if she could contact her and ask her to go to the front desk and inform them of her misfortune, they would respond immediately… and that's why she would take the Ritz over any of those nasty motels that polluted America.

But luck was not on her side, her phone had no signal.

"Oh this is great! Do you have a phone?" She asked turning to her side so she could look down at the raven haired man that happened to be her locked-in companion.

He fished for it in his pocket and when he got it out he looked at it and shook his head. "I have no reception"

"This is terrible" Maryse protested as she leaned her head against the cold wall behind her, closing her eyes and hoping that once she opened them all would be fine.

"This will start working soon"

She heard him talk and hoped he was right, but after some time passed she opened her eyes and all was the same. The elevator wasn't moving, the lights were still out and her yellow-distorted reflection was still staring back at her.

She shifted her position, resting her weight on her right foot while trying to resist the urge of sitting down on the floor.

Phil seemed to have no problem at all, he had buried his face into his cap and from where she stood she could clearly hear the music coming out of his iPod.

She sighed, tapping her foot on the marble floor impatiently as time passed by and their situation remained the same. So having nothing better to do and hoping it would work this time, she started to hit on the button repeatedly.

It was in vain though so she started to slam her hand on the metallic doors.

"Would you stop that… it's annoying"

She turned to him, gasping in disbelieve. "I'm annoying? Excuse me if I don't find amusing being stuck in an elevator with you. I have many important things to do and spending this quality time with you is definitely not one of them"

"It's not my most joyful ride either Frenchie, I have lots of things to do too"

Maryse rolled her eyes. "Well… I don't see you trying to get us out of here Punk boy"

Maryse and Phil… they weren't friends, always on different brands they rarely spoke to one another, but she couldn't say they were complete strangers; after all they worked in the same company and had on occasion hang out with the same circle of people. So in her mind it was okay to take her frustration on him.

With a sigh he got to his feet. "Fine, what do you want me to do? I already tried the phone and the emergency button… so maybe I should use my super strength powers and try to open the doors with my bare hands"

"Ha Ha"

"Or I can lift you up so you can go out through the hatch and climb out of here"

Maryse rolled her eyes and dismissed Phil's sarcastic tone with a motion of her hand. "Ugh… I should have known you didn't want to get out of here, after all there are millions of men that would do anything to be in your situation"

Phil snorted, lifting both his eyebrows while he stared at her. "Believe me, I can think of countless of things I rather be doing now than to be here with you; because sweetheart, whether you believe it or not, not every men is willing to drop on his knees for you"

Maryse laughed. "Of course they are" She had seen it everywhere; it was a fact that everyone wanted her, and really, she couldn't blame them… Phil was no different than the rest, that he was better at hiding it… maybe.

She flipped at her hair, her lips still displaying a smile as she looked back him. "There is no one like me that you will ever meet"

This time he was the one who laughed. "Seriously, you think too much of yourself. I've been with prettier girls and with a much better attitude than yours; so I guess I'll pass on the swooning and drooling you expect from everyone"

The smile on her face dropped and she blinked a couple of times. Who the hell did he think he was? Prettier girls than her? He would be so lucky as to be with someone who looked half as good as her…

One only had to take a look at him. He looked as if he had just dragged himself out of bed and put on whatever he found under his bed…

"Pleassee" She said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, throwing her head back to add more effect to it. "You expect me to believe that, you couldn't get a woman like me even if you tried your very best"

"I don't expect you to think anything"

There was an uncomfortable silence after that, a moment that Maryse took to drink on his words. There were not prettier woman than her… let alone one that would be crazy enough to be with a man like him.

She wrinkled her nose and took a good look at him… he was covered in tattoos, rings all over his face and his clothes left much to be desired… he also looked like he hadn't shave in days.

So no, there was no way she believed him.

As she thought about that he turned his gaze on her and their eyes meet. She had to admit that he had pretty eyes, but those same eyes were staring back at her with disinterest.

"I don't believe you" She said with confidence.

"Believe what you want" He responded in indifference.

The blonde woman kept her eyes on him and he once again lifted an eyebrow, his jaw working on chewing the gum he had in his mouth.

Maryse considered for a minute before blurting out. "Okay so what's so wrong with me according to you?"

"Well, you look like a plastic Barbie doll and I'm not saying that in a good way; you are pretentious, arrogant, too full of yourself and you pack a bitchy attitude every now and then. Maybe if you would spend your time doing more positive things than shopping and staring at yourself in the mirror I could give you a few more points"

Maryse just stared at him, her mouth hanging slightly open. She never thought too much on Phil, but after that she didn't think she liked him anymore. "You say that, but you will never get lucky enough to be with someone like me"

"Really?" He snorted, crossing his arms across his chest.

They were both standing at opposites sides of the elevator, battling in a staring contest that neither of them wanted to lose.

"Really"

"Hasn't anyone told you yet that the world doesn't revolve around you?"

"No"

"Well it doesn't"

Maryse quirked her mouth and took another look at him, from that ugly cap he always wore to his sneakers, scanning his appearance carefully.

"And now you are checking me out…"

Mayse burst out laughing, that was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard in her life… she checking him out? "You could only wish that I would be interested in you"

Phil grinned. "You know what? I think you are"

He moved from his spot and approached her, standing right in front of her while she stared up at him. "I think you are used of having all this pretty daddy's boys at your feet, making them do everything your cold heart desires…" He lifted a finger and ran it up from her wrist to her shoulder. "And I think you are tired of that, what you really want is a man that is able to turn your world upside down, a man that could bring you down from that cloud you live in"

Maryse gulped despite herself, he was talking nonsense but she couldn't move away from him… from the way his finger slowly ran to her collar bone and crossed all the way to her other shoulder.

"Am I right?" He whispered, his face close enough so that his breath was brushing against her face.

She shook her head in denial, managing a weak laugh that was meant to send him off… but he was still close, his eyes staring deep into hers as his wandering finger moved to her neck.

"Don't lie to yourself sweetheart, I think you and I both know what you really… really want" He said moving forward, his body pressing against hers and trapping her in place.

"What are you doing?" She asked, trying to suppress the shiver that ran down her spine when his lips made contact with the sensitive skin on her throat.

She was lost, how had it all progress into that she didn't know, but his lips were still on her and the feeling of his raspy cheek against her face was provoking an undesired reaction on her.

There was also the scent of his cologne, there was nothing that she like most than a man that smelled deliciously, and even though his appearance was ragged Phil definitely smelled nice…

"Phil" She warned him but her voice came too weak for her own liking. This was getting out of hand, and if he wanted to bother her he was certainly achieving it. "Stop that"

He did, moving his face to hers and staring back into her eyes. So he did stop as she requested, but his body was still pressed against hers and his eyes on her were unnerving her.

She couldn't explain what was going on… after all she didn't find the man remotely attractive, he was far from the men she was used to feel attracted to; still, there she was, reacting to him as if he was Brat Pitt incarnated.

He grinned, his olive green eyes moving down to her lips. She noticed that, and she was about to push him away and tell him to keep his nasty hands and lips away from her… only that his hands were away, they were both resting against the wall behind her; and his lips were away too, lingering close to hers but still away.

"Aren't you going to tell me to move off, fuck off and that I should never again lay my eyes on you?"

Maryse blinked, wanting to say those things… but her words got stuck in her throat and he most have taken that as an invitation because next thing she knew his lips where on hers and she wasn't pushing him away.

No, she wasn't… what she was doing was letting him go on with his nibbling and probing and even parting her lips when his tongue darted out asking for entrance.

This was wrong, so very wrong. This man right there was Phil and there was no way she was letting him do this… and yet she was.

Phil wasn't pushing the kiss; when she granted him entrance he just touched her tongue with his, swirling it around briefly and filling her with his fruity taste before pulling back.

She opened her eyes as soon as the contact of his lips was gone, and at that moment she realized that the lights had come back on and the doors were sliding open.

"See…" He said, his voice a husky whisper than made her hold her breath. "I can have a woman like you anytime, anyplace I want. I just chose not to"

With that he turned around and left. Leaving her standing between all her bags and trying to shake off her confusion.

Yes… she believed him now.

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