-Waves pocket watch from side to side in front of you- You will not sue, you will not sue, you will not sue.

Again peeps. Sexy times ahead.

This was just…great.

You were being forced to work with Paul Heyman and CM Punk, more specifically you were supposed to be a Paul Heyman girl. A Paul Heyman girl?! What did that even mean? Were you honestly supposed to go out there and sing this man's praises and give credit to everything you accomplished and did lately to him?! The actual fuck?

You looked at the two men as you all exited Vince McMahon's office and they looked about as happy as you did about the new development although Punk was trying to make you feel at ease with little smiles and jokes. Paul seemed a little intimidating to you, he was all business and serious and you just didn't know how you were going to broach anything with him. Was he like this with all of the people he worked with? He couldn't be, he and Punk were close and you saw him and Brock backstage a couple of times. It had to be people he developed a business relationship with…right? Or was it because you were a girl? You all walked in silence not really knowing what to say at the moment and before you guys knew it you all were in front of CM Punk's dressing room.

"Well," You blew out a puff of breath. "Guess this is it. Want to meet up before the show tomorrow and go over everything again first thing?"

Paul nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, that would probably be best." Punk smiled at you before nodding too, slugging you in the arm like you were one of the guys. "Sure thing! We'll see you first thing tomorrow. What time do you plan on getting in," Punk asked as an afterthought almost forgetting to before he entered his room.

"Um," You pulled your cell phone out of your pocket, punching through a few things. "I should make it no later than 4."

"Ok, well until then," Punk smirked and did a little bow backing into his room afterwards. You couldn't help but laugh. You wondered why he was in such a good mood all of a sudden. Paul shook his head following Punk into his locker room and shut the door without so much as a word.

Monday Night Raw

This was it!

This was the day you were gonna start a high profile story line for the first time in your career!

You couldn't believe you were getting this big of a push and with Paul Heyman and CM Punk no less. Honestly when you sat and contemplated it over the night before you had come to realize that this was a good thing despite your reservations about working with said people. Well person…

"You ready," You heard someone whisper right beside your right ear and you jerked. "Sorry," The guy chuckled. "Didn't mean to scare you. Just checking to see how my newest partner is holding up."

You barely turned your head, eyeing Punk for a literal second. "I'm fine."

You weren't. Inside you were nervous. What if you messed this up? What would that mean? For Paul? For Punk? You? Hell it'd be an embarrassment.

"Relax," Punk tried coaxing you, noticing how tense you were. "Need a massage?"

"Wh..what," You stuttered.

Punk chuckled some more. "Chill, I'm just teasing ya. You're so cute."

You couldn't help but blush and stare at the floor.

"You're on in five Punk," A stagehand said passing by you two and Punk nodded, thanking the guy before placing his hands on your shoulders.

"Listen, you'll do just fine. Try not to over think it because that tends to mess people up in the long run. Just go with the flow and you'll do fine."

You looked up and nodded and Punk squeezed your shoulders for a brief moment smiling. You heard his music hit and he gave you a little nudge to your chin, as he passed you by. "Talk to you in a few." Punk made his way behind the production curtain disappearing out of sight. You closed your eyes letting out a small sigh. You had better get your act together. You were up next. As soon as Punk's match was over you and Paul would have your segment.

You sat and watched Punk's match on the backstage monitor, cheering whenever he got in an offensive move against his opponent or cringing when he got hit. You were and always would be a fan of some of these wrestlers backstage, no matter if you were a diva or not. You smiled as the referee raised Punk's hand in victory as Punk smirked at the camera. Punk's matches were always good to say the least. You had almost forgotten about your cue as you watched Punk celebrate a little with the fans. He had just hopped down from the last turnbuckle when you saw a stagehand tap his watch, telling you to hurry and get over to the interview section.

"Oh yeah! Thanks," You mumbled, sparing one last glance at the monitor before you, running off around the corner and down a couple of feet away after.

You saw Paul waiting, "watching" Punk as he made his way backstage. You put on your game face and proceeded to strut forward a smug look in place.

"Oh Paul," You purred. 'Here goes nothing. You thought.

The guys were laughing when you finally made it to CM Punk's locker room later that night and you raised an eyebrow knocking on the door. You barely made out Punk telling you to come in before you pushed down on the door handle entering the locker room.

"Oh Emma," Heyman said, his face all smiles. "We were just talking about you," He finished before he looked at Punk. You noticed Punk still silently chuckling, his shoulders shaking and your eyes narrowed.

"All good things I hope," You mumbled.

"Yeah," Punk laughed before clearing his throat. "We were actually talking about your segment earlier and how it seemed like you were coming onto Paul instead of asking him for guidance.

Your eyes widened. "What?"

Punk grabbed his bag off the floor throwing all his loose items littered around him into it before zipping it up. "Yeah, we think you used your womanly wiles a little too well to where the writers might try to pair you up with Paul."

You gulped and the two guys looked at each other before laughing.

"Not what I was going for," You groaned.

Both guys stood up, heading over to the door, bags in hand and suitcases behind them.

"Eh…I wouldn't worry about it too much. Unless the writers came to us personally with a change you should be fine," Punk said with a wink as he flipped the switch in the locker room shrouding you three in darkness.

You breathed a sigh of relief but then stopped. "Wait a minute…are you fucking with me," You asked both men.

"Just a little," Punk said teasingly in a high pitch voice, holding up his right hand with his index and thumb a mere inch apart once all three of you made it out of the room into the brightly lit hallway.

You huffed, crossing your arms. But in good sport and he gave you a small smile.

"Can't help it…you're kind of an easy target," He stated with a shrug.

"What," You exclaimed, slapping him on the chest. You started to laugh and his smile grew.

"Hey ow," He teased rubbing his chest for a second before he noticed your rolling suitcase beside the door, he wrapped his hands around the handle pulling it up beside you two.

"You deserve that. Quit picking on me," You told him and followed in his footsteps gathering your gym bag off the floor. You guys weren't even aware Paul Heyman had left you two in all your teasing of each other.

You made it outside after walking through the busy parking garage and you looked at Punk beside you as he stopped, waiting. You frowned, following his eyesight and saw his own personal RV traveling around the nearly empty parking lot before stopping in front of you two.

"Well," You sighed, hoisting your bag up higher on your arm. "You have a good night."

You tried grabbing the handle to your suitcase from Punk but he pulled it back out of your reach.

"What are you doing," He asked.

You frowned. You felt like you were doing that a lot tonight.

"What? What do you mean? I have to go."

Punk shook his head a smile on his face, he started rolling you two's luggage up towards the RV just as the door opened and his personal driver peeked his head out. "Where to sir," He asked.

Punk looked at you. "You hungry?"

You shook your head, opening your mouth to tell him no but your stomach growled at the thought of food. He smirked, nodding his head. "That's what I thought. You're coming with me."

"But my rental is here," You told him and ok, it was a weak rebuttal but you just had to. Truth was you were a little nervous thinking about being in close quarters with the one and only CM Punk. Most women only dreamed of something like this, hell some men and here you were, this little nobody and Punk was inviting you to ride in his RV and to have dinner with him. Yeah Paul was probably going to be there but still.

Punk gave you a look and you shrugged.

"If it's that much trouble I'll make sure it gets to where it needs to be," He droned. "Now come on! I'm hungry woman," He said handing the driver your luggage, and you really had no choice after that.

You literally felt like you were gonna die from laughing so hard as Paul and Punk relieved stories of their old ECW days with you. Who knew they had so many tales that could possibly fit into a book one day. Once your three had met up and sat down to have dinner it was as if the atmosphere had changed because Paul became this guy you could see yourself liking a little bit. His whole demeanor had changed. Maybe the guy you had met the other day was how he held himself when it came to work. All business like. You roughly stabbed a piece of lettuce in your salad deep in thought.

"Emma," You heard Punk questioned you with a little nudge to your arm. You quickly looked up and saw both Paul and Punk staring at you, waiting.

"Um…what," You blushed, stuffing the piece of lettuce in your mouth, slowly chewing on it.

"I asked your life story," Punk motioned towards you, popping a fry in his mouth afterwards. Your eyes widened. Shit. Your life story? It wasn't all that interesting. You looked up again and saw both guys shaking with mirth. Oh god…what now? "Nah…I asked what made you decide to pursue professional wrestling."

Oh. That was an easy one. You mentioned how you had always been a fan, how you and your single mother would sit down every Monday and Thursday night to watch Raw and Smackdown, how you even watched some WCW. It was your escape from everything you two had to deal with, life had been a little hard. When you had finished talking, which had been quite a bit, they had gotten you started on your passion, Punk had just finished paying the check for all three of you, much to your resistance, and you guys were all set to go.

"Thanks for the late dinner," You said with a small smile on your face as you buried your hands in your pockets to ward out the cold once all three of you stepped outside. Paul bid you guys a goodnight, telling Punk he'd call him later and it was just you and Punk once more. Punk shrugged leading the way to his RV.

"No biggie. Next time it's Paul's turn. We switch off."

You nodded not even bothering to tell him you could pay if you tagged along because let's face it…who knew if you'd be tagging along much after tonight. This could have been just a one-time thing.

"Which hotel are you staying at," Punk asked you after you two made it onto the vehicle.

"Um…Motel 8," You answered and Punk looked at you like you had grown two heads or something.

"A motel," He said slowly as if he almost didn't believe it. Heck he didn't! You shrugged in response and he shook his head. "I almost tempted to ask you to stay right here," He told you motioning around his RV. "But you'd probably say no."

"Probably," You answered simply. He shook his head one more time and you couldn't help but laugh. You didn't see the problem. You liked motels. It was what you were used to. Plus Motel 8 had really stepped up their game in the past few years.

The two of you made small talk on the way to the motel and as you pulled up to your room Punk jumped up grabbing your stuff trying to beat you to the door. You stopped him with a hand on his chest and he looked down at you in confusion. "It's ok," You said grabbing your stuff quickly before he could even respond. You gave him a quick hug, whispering goodnight in his ear and to say he was shocked would be the biggest understatement ever. He was just wrapping his arms around your waist when you pulled back giving him a little laugh and shrug and you were on your way, lugging your suitcase down the few steps and out the RV. You made it to your door, unlocking it and threw your bag on the bed before placing your suitcase right beside the door. You turned to see Punk off and you saw him just standing there watching you, an unreadable look on his face. You waved at him and he gave a single wave back before you shut the door turning in for the night. You leaned against the door a dreamy look on your face as you slid to the floor. "Oh crap," You muttered. "Crap, crap, crap."

You didn't know it but Punk was falling under your spell as well. He sat there a moment more looking at your door before his driver cleared his throat and then Punk snapped to telling dude to get a move on to the next city.

The next couple of weeks saw you, Paul and Punk working together more closely. Paul was basically your spokesperson, singing your praises, helping you get high profile matches; pepping you up when you didn't do all that well. You were slowly playing for the bad team. There was a lot of speculation that Paul had a big crush on you in the story line but your character laughed it off saying he was like a father figure she never had. Paul had actually helped you over the weeks, making suggestions on promo building and move sets. Any little thing he could do. You, him and Punk had your weekly dinners, which you were surprised about but didn't turn down because hey, these two were high profile and had become good friends of yours.

It was almost into a month of working with the two when Punk was supposed to play a big role in you three's story line and try to lure you away from Paul, making suggestions about how if it was mentoring you needed anyone was better than Paul, he knew Paul and he was no good. He flirted with you a little and you couldn't help but flirt back and it was obvious that you and Punk were having your own little "relationship" building off to the side of you working with Paul. In a way you kind of hated working with Punk now because this story line was starting to screw with your mind because of your growing feelings for Punk. You two were getting pretty close. It didn't help that your dinners with him and Paul dwindled down to just you and him. You talked to each other about anything and everything under the sun and you were feeling more and more comfortable with him each and every day. It got to the point where you two were texting each other each morning and night. Sometimes it was about silly little things, other times it was more serious.

It was a couple of weeks later, the mid-point of month two, your story line a big hit, when things started to get a little estranged between you and Punk. You two were told you were going to share a brief kiss, nothing special really, you were just gonna plant a kiss on Punk trying to throw him off his game but in turn throw you off yours. As soon as you two left the writer's room Punk all but skedaddled down the hall leaving you thoroughly confused. No word from him or anything. You couldn't help but feel hurt. Here you were harboring these intense feelings for him yet trudging through your story line and he was acting like kissing you was going to be some hideous thing.

You shook your head in sadness, walking to the room, you and Punk shared now upon Punk's insistence and decided you weren't going to be the one to come around and apologize to him. You did nothing wrong! He was acting like you had some kind of disease or something.

You had just finished packing up the last of your stuff planning on moving to the divas locker room, where you felt you should have been from the start, when Punk flew into the room startling you, his eyes wide. "Geez Punk," You exclaimed placing a hand over your chest. "Give a girl a warning," You tried joking with a smile but Punk just looked at you, his expression serious. You watched him turn and close the door, locking it and you panicked a little. "Punk," You said timidly.

"Look," Punk said, placing his hands out in front of him, his eyes wild. "Just listen."

"I…uh," You backed up from him, your legs coming into contact with the couch, you landed on your butt and Punk shot forward to stand in front of you stopping any further movement. After a moment of silence you started to worry that this was it. You were no longer good enough to hang out with Punk, that he wanted nothing to do with you, that this story line was stale; a lot of different things ran through your mind.

Of course none of them were the actual problem, far from it actually. You heard Punk exhale roughly, running a hand over his forehead and his hair somewhat before his eyes softened.

"I love you, Emma."

You blinked.

"Um what," You found yourself asking him and Punk looked absolutely stricken.

"See, I knew this was gonna happen," He said throwing his hands up in frustration, he totally missed your small smile but you just had to be sure. "I knew that if I told you it would ruin our friendship, everything that we're-"

You hopped up placing a palm over Punk's mouth for a second. "Shut up stupid," You said a huge smile on your face. "What did you say now?"

Punk looked at you, his expression dropping. "Come on Emma, please…I'm really not good with all this lovey dovey, touchy feely crap."

"Punk," You whispered.

"Yes?"

"If you love me you'll say it again."

Punk sighed, looking you straight in your eyes, his gaze never wavering. "I love you."

You couldn't help it, after many weeks of working beside this guy and becoming good friends with him and this happening, which had only ever been in your dreams, you started to tear up and Punk's eyes widened again.

"Shit," He muttered thinking he had again put his foot in his mouth. You shook your head, tears of happiness streaming down your face.

"No…no. Good tears, good tears."

He looked skeptical before you leaned forward softly planting your lips on his. He was about to respond but you quickly pulled back smiling. "I love you too."

He studied you for a moment before smashing his lips on yours backing you towards the couch. "Yeah," He asked as he pulled back from your mouth to look behind you two, maneuvering you closer to the couch.

"Yes you doof," You laughed and he was kissing you again for a moment before he tired of that, peppering kisses down your jaw line to your neck. You arched into him, pressing your chest into his, holding him tight and he continued on, kissing downward, his mouth landing on your collarbone sucking on the bone there, dipping his tongue into the indention. You gasped grasping at his shirt and he stopped and pulled back. You looked at him in disappointment and he smiled giving you a quick peck on your lips.

"Not here babe."

"Yes here," You growled lunging forward to snatch an earlobe between your teeth before lowering your mouth to bite on his neck. "Please."

Punk groaned. "But baby…anyone could be passing by, anyone could hear."

You licked his bottom lip, sticking your tongue into his mouth and you two landed on the couch entangled in each other. He lifted up as you moved to lie sideways on the couch. You were just reaching for the bottom of your shirt when he stopped you after having removed his. He toyed with the bottom before he slid his hands under it placing his warm palms on either side of your stomach, heating you to the touch. You squirmed, closing your eyes. You needed more of him, all of him. "Punk…"

"Phil baby."

"Phil…come on," You said, grabbing one of his hands placing it on one of your bra covered breasts. "Touch me."

Punk smirked squeezing you, his other hand making it up and around your body to unclasp your bra.

"Are you sure Emma," He asked you, dipping his head to lick around your navel.

"Yes," You yelled. Even if you had wanted to take this elsewhere it was too late now. Not that you did…there was always later.

You smiled at that. Hmmm…Later. You liked the sound of that. Punk was slowly sliding your skin tight leather pants down your legs when he noticed your smile.

"What," He asked.

"Nothing," You continued to smile. "Just love you."

He finished pulling off your pants, taking your shoes along the way and climbed in between your legs, planting his mouth on the other side of your neck which had been neglected until now. He kissed his was down, down, down until he reached a hardened nipple poking out through your top, he slowly lifted your tank and kissed back up to swirl his tongue around your peak before taking it into his mouth starting to suckle on it. You moaned, placing a hand on the back of his head holding him on you and he smiled around your breast. He was on the next one not to long after. You enjoyed it for a moment before smirking letting your hands fall down and slide in between you. "Come here," You moaned tugging on his arm. Punk stopped his attention on your chest but not before snatching the bottom of your shirt in his fists, tugging the shirt up and over your head, you lifted, assisting him and he pulled back to stare at you. You slowly pulled his trunks down a little ways down his thighs, he propped himself on a side pulling them all the way to his legs, having to stop because his boots were in the way. You smiled looking down at his member and he stared at you in amusement.

"Like what you see," He asked.

"Yes," You hissed. Punk grabbed the underside of your breasts for a good moment but then stopped and looked down at you. "Babe," You asked.

He looked lost and you couldn't help but fall in love with him a little more. He looked so cute trying to figure out what to do next. He was acting like this was his first time. You knew for a fact that it wasn't.

"Here," You said reaching out to pull his hands towards your panties. "These."

Punk rolled his eyes, scoffing. "I know. Can't I admire you?"

You humored him. "Oh sure sweetie," You responded with a laugh and he growled closing his fingers in on each side of your panties swiftly sliding them down your legs and off your body. You gasped opening your legs for him and he placed two fingers on you rubbing in between your lips, teasing you. Your hips lifted up off the couch. "Phil," You moaned.

His gaze darkened before he leaned down placing his mouth where his fingers had been, kissing you. You placed both your hands on your propped thighs bracing yourself, watching him. He looked up at you taking a long swipe of you, gathering some of what you had to offer him. "Oh," You moaned but he was far from done.

He did it again and again and pretty soon your hips were dancing in the air along with his mouth. He was driving you crazy, driving you to the brink. Just as you were about to tumble over he pulled away, his mouth wet with your secretions and lifted up over you his member in his hand. He tapped it on you and you rotated your hips trying to reach down and grab him to slide him in. He pulled away teasingly and you huffed dropping back. He started tapping it on you again and just when you were about to tell him off you felt him slide it down and into you quickly. You inhaled in surprise, your legs clamping around him.

"Phil," You exclaimed. He laughed, dropping on you.

"Shh," He teased with a wink, placing a palm over your mouth. "You have to be quiet babe. We're at a show."

You narrowed your widened eyes and bit his palm.

"Ow," He yelled, pulling the offending object away, shaking it a little. "What are you, a vampire?"

You squirmed on the tip of him trying to lower yourself onto him or pull him in, whichever one worked better. Punk watched you try to start your coupling and placed a hand on one of your cheeks. "I love you, Emma," He whispered all joking aside and slowly slid himself into you, inch by inch. You sighed in happiness, your walls fluttering around him, taking him in. So apparently you wouldn't last long.

"Fuck me Phillip," You said, your nails digging into Punk's shoulders pulling him down to lay completely on you, your legs spreading to accommodate him.

"Your wish is my command," He said as he started to invade every inch of you. His hands were all over you, you calves, massaging them, your thighs, wrapping them around him, your shoulders, pulling you down into him, your face to gaze at you, your breasts to pinch and roll your nipples. You guys worked yourselves up into a frenzy slapping into each other but your gazes held, always held.

"Oh baby," You sobbed, burying your face into his neck. Punk never slowed though. He continued to drive into you, your stomach and muscles convulsing under him, around him.

"Oh fuck," He cried feeling you come undone under him. His thrusts now felt like attacks on you and you couldn't help it, you let go, clamping around him, your orgasm leaking out and over him. He slowed his attack watching you, just admiring you.

"Don't stop baby," You managed to whisper and Punk picked up speed on the verge but loving what he was doing to you. You undulated your hips urging him to finish, give himself over to you. He did, quicker than you expected and you smiled. Your whole body flushed as he dropped unto you out of breath.

"Damn," He mumbled into your chest.

"What," You asked your eyes on the ceiling still in the after throes of passion.

He barely lifted his head. "I said damn woman." You chuckled hugging him tightly for a moment before a knock interrupted your solitude followed by an un amused voice.

"If you two are finished now," Paul Heyman said sobering you up quickly causing you two to pull apart and attempt to find your clothes. "I'd like to get out of this arena."

"Go away Paul," Punk moaned in annoyance pulling his shirt over his head.

"I would but my bags are in there. Remember?"

You raised an eyebrow at your…was it boyfriend now? He shrugged.

"Oops," Punk said and you rolled your eyes slapping his arm lightly with the back of your hand. Paul groaned in annoyance and you two exchanged small smiles before he quickly kissed you, helping you off the couch pulling you into him. "You're stuck with me now," He bragged.

You shook your head, tapping him on the behind. "Wouldn't have it any other way."