Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story; all characters belong to themselves and in some cases to one another.

A/N: I've been having this idea for quite some time and after discussing it with the great Tina I decided to give it a try. It's rated M, for mature content so if that is not your thing you know what to do. There's nothing too strong here but you know, I have to warn you. Other notes at the end of the chapter.

Last Night

His fingers felt like fire… they were burning her hypersensitive skin with their maddening touch and as they traveled from her naked thigh to her hip and then a little bit further up a strangled moan escaped her lips. It was amazing, just a touch of his strong fingers running through her ribcage and all rational thought that was left in her evaporated.

With her common sense nowhere to be found and craving to feel more, the blonde moved her hand from where it has been resting over her head and placed it over his larger one, slowly sliding it up towards her breast. 'You can touch me, I won't break.' She breathed out as a sly grin formed on her lips. He obeyed, cupping the perfect swell of her chest in his hand while pinching her hardened peak between two fingers.

The response to his touch was an approving hum that barely traveled past her throat as her tongue peeked out to moisten her lips. It felt good, his touch felt more good than it had any right to feel.

But her mind was a fuss and she was allowing sensation to rule over her body, wanting the silent tormentor of her flesh to do as he pleased with her. There was no inhibition and no sense of right and wrong in her, not that night; the only thing that she cared for was that what he was doing felt amazing and that she wanted him to go on.

'That feels nice…' She slurred, throwing her head back against the mattress as his teeth and tongue kept teasingly nipping and lapping that special spot below her jaw that she loved so much to be treated, and while he worried her throat with his mouth his fingers worker their sorcery on her flesh, squeezing her in his palm as her boiling blood flushed her skin.

Aching, swollen and with every cell of her body filled with lust, the blonde woman moved her hand to the side and reached down his body, right where she could feel his erection poking insistently against her hip. He wasn't naked like she was and the soft fabric that separated his burning member from the touch of her hand resulted too inconvenient for her taste. 'Take this off. I want to touch real nice…'

The sum of her words and her touch made him hiss under his breath and she couldn't help but to let out a raspy laugh. She was letting herself go completely loose that night and she liked that he was enjoying himself too; she wanted to be touched and she wanted to touch… she wanted to succumb into the most exquisite pleasures of the flesh and as things were going she could say that they were halfway through.

'Take it off so I can feel you.' Her head was swimming, that she couldn't deny, but even in her state she knew that it wasn't fair that after stripping her naked he was still wearing his underwear, she wanted him just as naked as she was. Exposed, ready…

But instead of doing as she said, the man just removed his hand from her breast and slid it to her waist, pushing her lightly off the mattress so she could rest on her side; once he accommodated her like he wanted to he pressed his body to her back and his lips traveled lower so he could kiss her shoulder.

She grunted, the position she was now made it a bit uncomfortable to touch him like she wanted to so she put her hand away from him and pressed her bottom harder against his arousal, feeling at the same time as his hand was placed over her flat stomach.

It was all surreal, and opening her eyes to find a sea of blackness surrounding her she chuckled. 'I know you… right?' She asked, but no vocal response other than his ragged breathing could be heard.

Then his other hand slipped between her legs, running smoothly all the way up until two expert digits found the liquid heat that was making her judgment to be impaired.

'Oh God." She purred as she bit her lips, her legs automatically separating so he could explore with care, parting her and feeling her at will. As it turned out he knew exactly how to touch her to make her squirm, he knew where to rub, he knew the right rhythm and pressure to put on her and as the momentum was staring to build in the pit of her stomach a lone finger slipped in, making her moan out loud at the sweet intrusion.

'Who are you?' She wanted to ask as her face blindly searched for his, but taking the way her head turned to him and the fact that her lips were parted for him to claim, the man laying behind her leaned forward and kissed her, his lips stealing away any word she could have muttered…

Maryse blinked her eyes open, the warm hazel orbs that were her eyes trying to focus in the poor lighted room of the bedroom. Her vision was blurry and fuzzy and as she stared through heavy eyelids at the open door of her hotel bathroom the notion came to her that her head was throbbing.

Yes, she had a headache, or more like a feeling that there was someone playing a slow but steady drum melody inside her head. At the moment it felt bad, but having been in that situation a few times before she knew that it was nothing that some aspirin and a huge mug of coffee couldn't handle.

Now, if she could make it out of bed she would take care of that…

Mumbling a few incoherencies in her native language, the French-Canadian closed her eyes and dragged the heavy comforter over her head, drowning out of her sight everything but pure darkness.

Down beneath the covers she found comfort and she didn't want to get out of bed, she could lay there all day and suffer the hangover from hell as she could because there was no way she could get up. Her entire body was aching, it was as if a truck ran her over in that moment she decided that she was never again going to drink like she did the previous night.

Usually she didn't let herself get so far, but it was her birthday weekend and like her friends told her, one only turns twenty eight once in a lifetime and she had to make the best of it. She wanted to make it a night to remember.

And what a night it has been, food and drinks with friends, dancing, the hottest club in town, and then…

Sitting over the bed quickly, Maryse grabbed her head and groaned. The sudden movement made her dizzy and it also sent a new stab of pain to her temples; but the feeling was secondary to what her mind threw at her, and for a whole minute she remained frozen... a collage of images dancing inside her head.

Flesh against flesh, her back arching into him as they pressed hard together, almost as if they wanted to become one. Lips on lips, parted in the most sensuous of kisses as her breath became his, tongues clashing against each other as fingers explored naked skin.

"No… it was a dream." A nice and sexy dream but nothing more. It was just that her alcohol induced brain and the fact that she hasn't been intimate with anyone in such a long time that was making it all feel real, but it wasn't real… she wouldn't do that even while drunk and her friends wouldn't let her go out of control like that. Right?

Oh but it was one of her friends who sent him her way, she remembered… she has been drunk like few times before and Barbie and her boyfriend escorted her back to her room once they left the club at the wee hours of the morning. Yeah, she was drunk but not to a point where she didn't know what she was doing so she remembered.

They took her inside her room and Barbara told her that she had another surprise, one that she was going to like very much; then in her alcohol induced willingness she let them cover her eyes and they sat her in a chair, telling her to be still and not to take the blindfold off.

After she was set to receive her gift, Barbara told her to enjoy it and then she was gone. Not many seconds passed by when some lively music started to play and then there was this guy dancing all over her.

She laughed heartedly at the beginning, covering her mouth with her hand as the guy went on. Sure, he wasn't the best dancer in the world but she was too drunk to care so she just laughed, playing along and just living the moment as a fading sense of common sense told her to stop things. Then, somewhere during his dance she lifted her hands and touched him, playfully pulling his shirt off only to find that the man had a nice body… she knew because her hands were restless and she ran them all over him.

He also smelled nice, maybe that's what drew her in because there was nothing she liked more in a man that a nice scent and her guy smelled to die for.

That how it started, she got bold, touched him and stroked him in places she shouldn't have touched him and the next thing she knew they were in bed, making out while her clothes slowly disappeared as she let herself get too much into the moment.

"Oh my God." She whined, closing her eyes and throwing herself back into the mattress. The memory of what happened was blurry in her mind but the basics were very clear, she fooled around and God knew what else with a complete stranger!

She let him and even encouraged him to touch her, she kissed him and she touched him and she didn't even know who he was. For all she knew he recorder it all and it was already all over the internet! That was without taking into consideration the risks of any diseases she could get out of her drunken irresponsibility.

"No, no… I'm not like that." She mumbled under her breath and ran her fingers through her hair, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to think straight.

Okay, first things first. If Barbara was the one who sent him to her it could mean that he was one of the guys… it could be any of them for all she knew, anyone with short hair that was…

And she knew the hair thing because she had run her fingers through his and it was nice and short. Not short short like John and Randy's but short… like Mike's, only that it wasn't him because she would have known; after all she dated him for enough time to know how was his touch and his kisses and her mystery man didn't feel like him.

Then who was it? Out of her mind she tried to think of all the guys that were in the roster that could meet that criterion and there were quite a few. All of them had nice bodies and she wasn't sober enough to play the guessing game. But even though a few names came into her mind: Ted, Zack, Alex, Evan, Punk and Bryan… it could even have been Cody! She saw him hanging with Ted and Randy at the club so that he was touring with Smackdown! didn't mean a thing.

"What do I do now?" She knew that her supposed to be friend Barbara was going into one of her gateway trips with her boo and when she went in one of those she disconnected herself from the world, meaning that she wouldn't be able to reach her until next week.

Until then, she had to find out who was the mystery guy and she needed to know how far things went with him… and her search had to start now.

TBC?

So who's your pick? Let me know, if you know me you know who are my (3) top picks but things can change. Also, some ofthe guys here are mentioned by their in-ring names but in the next chapter I'll start using their real names. Anyway, hope you enjoyed ;)