Author's Note: Obviously the WWE owns all the rights to the wrestler's name and what not. Also, I do NOT think that Punk is a jealous psycho, but I needed him to be a bit too "into" his character for later scenes, please no flaming for that, thanks!

Anna Stark stood in the gorilla area waiting for her cue. She watched the monitor showing CM Punk in the ring with Antonio Cesaro. How this man had gotten a shot at the WWE Champion she had no idea, but it wasn't her place to question the writers. She watched Phil and Antonio fighting and sighed; she really didn't want to be teamed with CM Punk, she didn't like the turn they had him on, but given how much the WWE Universe hated Cesaro he was definitely the Face in this match. Shaking her head at the match and watching Aksana pacing the ring, waiting for her cue to get involved in the match, Anna almost didn't hear the man walk up behind her. She tensed, waiting silently to see who it was and if he would talk to her. Being the newest Diva most of the Superstars didn't talk to her much.

"Looking like a good match." The deep Irish brogue surprised her.

"Yes, it is." She said, keeping her eyes on the monitor. "It'll be getting more interesting soon."

"Phil's a lucky guy." His voice drifted down to her again and shocked her even more so.

Anna tugged on her shirt and finally looked up; Stephen Farrelly, aka Sheamus, stood nearly a foot taller than her and his bright red hair and pale skin seemed to glow. He had a pair of blue jeans on and one of his Hooligan shirts tucked in to the waist band which was obscured by his World Heavyweight Championship belt.

"How's Punk so lucky?" she asked, forcing him to face her.

The look in his eyes blue eyes nearly took her breath away, "That's easy. He gets to work with you." He replied and then walked away.

Anna couldn't help but watch his finely shaped ass as he walked away from her. His words echoed in her head as she turned back to see Aksana get up on the edge of the ring.

"Stark, that's your mark." The rhyming phrase filled her ears and she tore out of the gorilla area and down to the ring.

Michael Cole and The King's words were nearly lost to her as she charged around the ring to yank Aksana off the apron. As they tussled on the outside she heard the 1-2-3 count go down to her side and she smiled. She gave Aksana one last "kick" and stood up to see the ref raising CM Punk's hand. Fully into her persona as Morgan, Anna walked up the stairs and got into the ring. Punk looked surprised to see her, but when she shoved the ref out of the way and raised his hand herself he smiled from ear to ear.

She could hear Cole and Lawler speculating on who she was, so when Punk pulled her close and kissed as the script said she wasn't surprised to hear the entire arena descend into silence. As she wrapped her arms around Punk's neck and really got into the kiss the "Holy Shit" chant started around the arena. Anna was stunned, Phil was an amazing kisser and he wasn't kissing her like the actors in the movies would, he was kissing her socks off. When he pulled away she smiled at him and walked to the ropes, opening them for him and then letting him lift her down to the floor. Hand in hand they walked up the ramp and back to the gorilla area. The minute they were behind the curtain she pulled her hand from Punk's, they didn't have to do a post-match promo and Stephen's words were still bouncing around in her brain. She stormed back stage looking for someone who would know where he'd gotten off to, just because he was here didn't mean he would be involved in the show but she wanted to talk to him.

She saw Josh Matthews walking around and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped a bit, which was funny since he was a couple inches taller than her.

"Oh hey Anna." He smiled, "Great scene just now, you and Phil really pulled it off." He kept grinning as he talked.

"Yeah, thanks." She smiled back. "I'm looking for Stephen, you seen him?"

Josh looked a bit embarrassed, "Um…which one?"

"Shit, sorry." She shook head, forgetting there were a few different Stephens on the payroll. "Sheamus." She clarified.

"Oh, um he's not here." Josh looked a little surprised she was looking for him.

"What do you mean, he's not here?" she asked, "I just saw him before my bit with Phil."

"Yeah, he was here." Josh looked uncomfortable. "It's just…"

"Just what?" she nearly growled at him.

"Well, we were watching the match and he smiled when you started kicking Aksana's ass." Josh hesitated again.

"Oh Josh just tell her." Matt Stryker's voice came from behind her.

"Tell me what?" she asked rounding on Stryker.

"He swore in Gaelic when you kissed Punk and stormed off." Stryker said, "At least I'm assuming it was swearing since he looked pissed. Last I saw him he slammed out of his locker room, told Paul he was heading back to the hotel and took off in his rental."

They could have knocked her over with a feather; Stephen Farrelly had gotten pissed that she had to kiss Phil Brooks for a storyline? Why on Earth would he be pissed? They'd only met twice and the second time was when he spoke to her just before her debut. She shook her head and looked between Josh and Matt, both of whom had the same look on their faces, they weren't lying.

"I um… I gotta go." She said and headed back to the Diva's locker room.

Anna was in daze as she changed out of her CM Punk t-shirt and black capris style pants and wrestling boots. She pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a purple tank top and then laced up her Reeboks. Sighing as she packed her bag she looked up to see AJ coming into the room.

"Hey Boss-Lady." She smiled at the young woman.

"Hey Anna, great show tonight." AJ replied, "You heading out?"

"Yeah, my bit is done, there's nothing else in the script for Phil and I, so I was gonna head back to the hotel." Anna replied, still smiling.

"Phil's a great kisser, isn't he?" AJ's question surprised her a bit but she nodded.

"Yeah, I guess so." She said, "it's just work so I wasn't really grading his technique." She lied.

AJ nodded and started changing out of her GM outfit, a sign that her bit for the night was also done. Anna grabbed her bag and left the room after saying good bye to AJ. She made her way to her rental car, trying to focus on getting back to the hotel and not the confusing way the night had gone so far. The drive to the hotel was short and she walked up to the desk and smiled at the young man working there.

"Hey, I'm looking for one of my co-workers, we're all staying here in the hotel, but I don't know his room number." She smiled and the guy's eyes looked a little dazed, "I was wondering if you could tell me how to find him?"

"Um…well, I'm not supposed to, but you're CM Punk's girlfriend right?" he said.

"Yeah, that's right." She'd use her role if she needed to, most people didn't realize most WWE couples were just for TV. "I've got a message for Sheamus, he might be in the registry under Stephen Farrelly, can you find him for me?"

The guy looked up Stephen's room and gave her the number no problem. She walked to the elevator, her heart pounding and pressed the number for his floor. When the elevator dinged she turned right like the desk clerk told her to and walked down to the right number. She could hear music through the door, but it wasn't too loud. Taking a deep breath and hoping she wouldn't regret it, she raised her hand and knocked, loudly.

It seemed to take forever for the music to lower and for her to hear the footsteps to the door. She stood so that if he was looking through the peephole he could see her. She tried to keep her breath even as the lock slid and the door opened. Stephen was topless, which given how often she'd seen him wrestle shouldn't have been a surprise but she'd never seen him topless in jeans and it was a fine sight.

"What do you want?" he asked, looking down at her.

"To talk." She said, surprised at the anger and hurt in his eyes. "It seems I've done something to upset you."

She watched his chest rise and fall as he took a few deep breaths and too many emotions to name made their way across his face. He nodded finally and stepped back from the door, holding it open.

"I guess you'd best come in then." He said, hanging his head in what looked like resignation.

"Ste…um…if you don't want to talk, I can go." She said, not wanting to push him or make him anymore angry.

"Get in here." He said, reaching out and grabbing her arm.

Anna gasped in shock as Stephen pulled into his room and up against his chest. Her bag hit the ground at their feet as her hand reached for some kind of purchase and found his shoulders. She looked up into his clear blue eyes and saw a new emotion there and it scared her.

He gripped her upper arms in his hands as he let the hotel room door close on its own. He looked down at her with a combination of anger, hurt and jealousy gleaming in his eyes. Anna's breath picked up a bit as he pulled her even closer to himself, leaving her standing on her tip toes.

"Ste…Stephen?" she squeaked the question out.

"Anna." Her name from his lips was like a groan and it made her insides melt.

Faster than she thought was possible his right hand had moved to cup the back of her neck and his lips her on hers. They were impossibly soft and stroked against hers in a way that melted all her shock, all her resistance and just about all of her bones. She clung to his naked shoulders and surrendered her mouth to him. She opened on a soft moan and allowed his tongue to plunder her mouth, stroking in and out almost languorously, making her moan and sigh. His left hand slid down her arm to her waist to keep her close to him as he pressed her against him.

Anna was swept up in a tide of lust and passion as she kissed Stephen; wanting to work with him was one of the reasons she had trained so hard and signed with the WWE. Never in a million years had she thought that on her first night she would be standing in his hotel room kissing him. She slid her left hand from his shoulder to the back of his head and ran her fingers through his hair and she was rewarded with a groan as her nails gently caressed his scalp. He slowly pulled out of the kiss and she heard him say her name again, so softly she almost missed it. He looked at her and he was dazed, but then again, so was she.

"Stephen?" she asked, her one hand still on his shoulder. "Is that why you left the arena?"

She watched the big man take a deep breath as he used his hand to cup her cheek, "Oh Anna." He said, "I shouldn't have done that."

"Done what?" she was confused, "left the arena?"

"Kissed you." He said, running his thumb along her cheek.

"Why not?" she asked, reaching up to cover his hand with her own.

"Because, you're with Phil." He said, shame and anger written on his face.

"I am bloody not!" she exclaimed, shocking herself and clearly surprising Stephen.

"But, after the match." He looked at her, certainly confused.

Anna bent down to pick up her bag which made Stephen lose his grip on her cheek. She wasn't happy about that but it was a necessary evil; her bag in one hand she took his in her other hand and led him further into his hotel room. She sat on the edge of the bed and tugged him down next to her before reaching into her bag and grabbing her script of the night's show. She flipped quickly to the end of the CM Punk/Antonio Cesaro match and showed him the highlighted section of the script.

WHEN AKSANA GETS ON THE APRON, "MORGAN" WILL RACE TO THE RING AND STOP HER FROM DISTRACTING PUNK OR THE REFEREE. "CM PUNK" WILL WIN THE MATCH. AFTER THE MATCH "CM PUNK" WILL KISS "MORGAN", GIVING THE IMPRESSION THAT THEY ARE A COUPLE.

"Stephen, I'm not dating Phil." She said, turning his face to look at her. "I don't want Phil; hell, I don't even want to be working with Phil."

"You don't?" he asked, looking ashamed, but she figured for a different reason.

"No. I don't." she smiled shyly at him. "I'd rather be with you."

Anna couldn't believe she'd just said that and by the look on his face Stephen was just as shocked.

"Me?"

Anna just nodded, keeping her grey eyes locked on his blue ones. Not sure what else to do she looked away and put her script back in her bag.

"Be with me how?" he asked, surprising her with his shyness.

Anna closed her eyes as she zipped up her bag; she shouldn't be doing this. It was her first day, she should be going over the script for her next appearance and talking to Phil about how they wanted to play this, not sitting in Stephen's hotel room and wishing he'd kiss her again.

She stood up, bag in hand and started to walk towards the door. "You were right, we shouldn't have done that." She whispered, "I can't afford to get involved with anyone right now."

Stephen was at her side with a speed his size hid and he turned her around, a bit of anger back in his glance. "Answer my question Anna." He said, his face set in determined lines.

Anna closed her eyes again and then looked to the where they had kissed. "Couldn't you tell?" she asked, looking up to see him looking at the same spot.

"I want to hear you say it." He said, his grip on her shoulder tight, but not painful.

"Stephen," she nearly moaned his name. "I…I want to be with you…in the ring…" she swallowed thickly, watching emotions play over his face. "And out of it." She finished, seeing the anguish and lust burning across his pale face.

Before she could blink she was in his arms again, he'd picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist; his lips were on hers and her mind was turning to mush. She tightened her grip on his waist as she threaded her hands into hair and licked at his lips. He groaned as his tongue slid to spar with her own; somehow hands had slid under her tank top and were scorching her skin. She felt him moving and soon enough she felt his shins bump against the bed as he lowered her to the mattress. She broke the kiss and crawled back from him, the raw hunger on his face was a little intimidating.

"Stephen?" she whispered his name as a question as he got on the bed and prowled towards her. "Stephen…talk to me."

"No more talking." He said, his hand reaching her hip and pulling her under him.

"Please…" she whimpered as he lowered his face and started to kiss and nibble her neck.

Anna was on fire from the combination of his soft lips and slightly rough facial hair trailing down her neck to her collarbone. Stephen's hands had slid under her shirt and again and were slowly working it up her body.

"Stephen, please…" she moaned, not quite sure what she was asking for.

He lifted his head and froze; apparently her fear was plain on her face because he jerked away from her as if he'd been burnt.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, he actually started repeating it as he sat on the furthest edge of the bed from her and hung his head.

Anna took a couple deep breaths and crawled over to where he was sitting. She placed a hand on his shoulder and was shocked to find it trembling. She looked over his shoulder and saw his eyes were wet.

He looked at her with pain so naked on his face she thought her heart would break. He reached up and gently touched her cheek. "I'm so sorry Anna." His voice nearly broke as he talked. "I'm sorry."

Anna forced herself to take another deep breath and then reached out to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye. "Don't be sorry Stephen." She whispered, "I'm not scared of you."

He looked confused, "Then why were you scared?"

"I…" she looked deep into his eyes. "I'm scared of how powerful these feelings are a ghra." She whispered.

The Gaelic endearment shocked him, she could tell he was trying to figure out she knew what she'd said but she kissed his cheek and whispered "my love" in his ear.

"Stephen, we've only met but three times now and already I want to be in your arms, in your bed and in your life forever and a day." She said, watching the shock fill his face. "When you kissed me that first time it felt like you lit my blood on fire, no man has ever made me feel that way, not with one kiss."

"You lit my blood on fire as well, a ruin." He whispered back, "I want you in my arms because you are already in my heart."

"Aren't you scared?" she murmured, leaning closer to him. "Fire can burn if you get too close to it."

"I'm willing to risk it Anna." He said, closing the distance so their lips barely touched. "Are you?"

Anna closed her eyes again, trying to block out the intense emotions she'd seen in Stephen's eyes. Feeling his lips so still against her own, having seen the pain and shame in his eyes when he thought she'd been afraid of him, all of it piled up and she realized as crazy as it was, she loved him. Calling him "my love" in Gaelic hadn't been planned, but when he'd called her "my dear" in return she'd known everything she needed to.

"Yes." She whispered, "Anamchara*, I am willing."

Anna could never be sure whether she had initiated the kiss or if Stephen had, or if they had done so at the same moment, but this kiss was totally different than any kiss they had shared that night. It was slow and sweet, a learning and a yearning. She slid a hand into his hair and kept one on his shoulder as they slowly moved so they were lying on their sides, lips fused, hands gently roaming. They took their time and this time, when his hand slid her shirt up, there was no fear and she let him take the shirt over her head and drop to the ground. Minutes felt like hours, hours like days as they learned every inch of each other and when they finally joined together they sighed as one.

Anna stared up at Stephen as he braced himself above her; she had never felt more complete than she did right at this moment. She reached up and cupped his cheek as they began to move together. Everything was perfect, absolutely perfect. He lent down and kissed her softly, whispering lovely Gaelic phrases in her ear as he made love to her. She clung to him as she crested and heard him call her Anamchara as he followed her over the cliff.

Sweaty, spent and happier than she'd ever been in her life Anna let Stephen roll them over so she was nestled in the crook of his arm, her cheek resting on his chest, her hand resting on his heart. He held her close as they both drifted off to sleep, happy and not thinking about what the future might bring.

End Chapter 1

*Anamchara is Gaelic for Soulmate