A/N - So this is the result of a stupid conversation I had with Kristen (HHHereComesTrouble) who is also posting her own set of these. We basically picked 5 prompts for the other to write on. Some are funny, some are serious and some are just plain retarded **cough** Titanic **cough**. Anyways, these are the 5 she picked for me. I might add to this in the future and please, if any of you see something that you'd like me to write on, don't be afraid to make a request. I'm open to suggestions for drabbles, one shots or full length stories all the time. I don't bite...hard ; )

Enjoy...

PS - Read Kristen's too because they rock plz.

Close Proximity

The arena was empty save for the handful of agents and personnel hovering around the ring and entrance area. It was Tuesday, the giant and infamous Smackdown OvalTron looming over everyone below. The doors would open in a couple of hours and the empty silence of the arena would be replaced by rabid and excited fans.

Inside the ring, Stephanie McMahon rubbed her clammy palms against her black track pants and licked her lips in concentration. She could do this. She pretty much had to in order to not embarrass herself in front of Paul. He stood across from her, watching….and waiting, before his lips curled into a smirk.

"I can just picture JR calling your match. And the billion dollar princess has gone static! She ain't moving, King! Bah gawd what's going on here!"

Stephanie instantly burst out laughing at his over the top impersonation of WWE's most beloved commentator. Making her laugh wasn't going to make this any easier. She was nervous as hell, even more so because it was him. When she had asked if he would help teach her some moves and how to work a match, she hadn't thought of how close it would bring them and not just on an emotional level but a physical level too. Their bodies rubbing together, his cologne invading her senses and his deep voice in her ear were all unexpected yet highly enjoyable perks that came with the job so to speak.

"Come on, Steph. Focus."

This time his tone was serious and encouraging. Her blue eyes caught his gaze and suddenly she felt like she could take on the world. With a determined grunt, she planted her feet firmly before taking off and running at him full force. She crashed into his torso sending them both tumbling in a heap to the mat. A few moments passed where neither of them said a word. Stephanie found herself getting lost in his eyes, the feel of his heartbeat right under her making it hard to breathe. His hands gently pressed into her hips, an absolutely sizzling expression on his face before he pushed her away and helped her back to her feet.

Paul awkwardly cleared his throat and tried to reign in his wandering mind. He had taken liberties there with his hands on her hips like that. What the hell? He wasn't too hard on himself though because he got the feeling that she liked it. In fact, he was beginning to think that she liked it when he touched her inside the ring or out. And he liked it too. A lot. Teaching her how to wrestle was going to be the death of him. It was simply torturous to be so close to something you wanted yet could simply never have.

With a thin veil of tension, sexual or otherwise, beginning to descend upon them, Stephanie took it upon herself to speak up. Wringing her hands nervously, she took a step towards him and ran her hand along his forearm without even realizing she was doing it. "Was that ok?"

"It was great." His eyes were gentle and tone soft. "You can definitely use that in your matches. Nice and easy, right?"

"Right."

"Good. Now I'll show you probably the most basic wrestling hold of all time; the sleeper." He swallowed the tiny lump in his throat and stepped behind her. For a moment he just took her in. She smelled incredible and her hair was so soft, tickling his chin and then his mouth as he tugged her into him and brought his arms around her.

Stephanie let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding at the feel of his hard chest pressing into her from behind. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire. She could feel him everywhere. His arms moved slowly, snaking their way up and around her neck until he had her gently locked in the hold.

"I'm not going to apply any pressure but this is all you have to do. You go behind, grab on to their neck like this and then act like you're trying to choke the life out of them." Paul released his grip and let his hands trail down her sides, not quite ready to stop touching her yet. Her head suddenly turned, bringing their faces close, so close that their lips were almost touching. What the hell were they doing? They were in the middle of the ring for Christ sakes. Anybody could see them. It didn't seem to matter as her deep blue eyes drew him in.

"Anything else?"

It took everything he had not to kiss her, everything and then some. His darkened hazel eyes held her gaze for a few smouldering seconds longer until he was forced to break contact before he did something stupid. Or maybe it wouldn't be so stupid. Their chemistry was evident and oh so very tangible. He felt it and he knew she did too. It was there whether they wanted it to be or not. Unfortunately they could just never act on it. Finally removing his hands from her waist and stepping back to put some distance between them again, he slowly shook his head as an almost defeated smile tugged at his lips. "I think that's enough for today."

"I don't."

"It has to be."

Her blunt remark and the look in her eyes was almost enough to make him forget where they were. Almost. But they couldn't do this no matter how much they wanted to. The next time she asked for help with moves, he'd seriously have to consider the consequences. Put simply, he wasn't sure he could maintain control if this happened again. Not when he wanted her with everything he had.