Same as before, plotless little smut that I had to cut in two because it's hard to write this with my 5 year old nephew asking me what I was doing O.O
Chapter 3
If later that night someone came and asked Maryse if she noticed the exact moment when Phil came into the room she would answer the question with a rotund yes. In fact, she could even go further than that and tell with precise detail everything about it; from what she was doing, to where he was standing at and what was running through her mind as she tried to hide the devious smile that wanted to form on her lips.
If she wanted to she could also exalt the moment and say that she felt his strong presence even before she saw him, that even with her back to the door his piercing eyes burnt her skin and that as she sat bending slightly over while taking off her boots all the hairs of her body stood on end just by the intensity of his stare.
So yeah, she could say all that and make it seem like whatever it was the she was feeling for him was so strong that he even provoked her body to be on extrasensory alert; but if she was to be truthful she had to admit that if she knew he was there was because she heard him.
Simply as that, she just heard when he came in.
She has been sitting in a low bench in the middle of the showers when the sound came, a door opening and then closing. The noise was barely perceptive but she caught on it, and even if no other sound came after it she knew he was there.
In her mind's eyes she saw him walking all the way trough Ted's locker room before silently halting right under the doorframe of the shower room to look at her, and because in that moment she could actually feel his eyes on her she smirked.
Now, she couldn't lie to herself, she was more than satisfied that he showed up but at the same time she was a bit disappointed because when she suggested him to meet her back there she was kind of hoping him to walk in when she was already in the shower. She even painted a scenario in her mind where he sneaked into the room and upon seeing her all naked and very willing he would go to her and take her right against the wall… yeah it was raw and dirty but she couldn't take that image out of her head.
It would be sexy if that happened because she wanted him to lose his cool with her; she wanted him to kiss her senseless, she wanted to feel his hands running all over her body and she wanted… well, she wanted him to do anything and everything he wanted to do to her.
But instead of getting that, Phil walked in way before she could strip off all her ring attire; he caught her right when she was busy with the getting rid of her boots and her not so sexy but very comfortable big purple-green socks.
It was kind of funny, actually, she only used those kinds of socks when she had her wrestling boots on and she didn't want him to see them. Sure, she bought them because she found them funny and cute but because she wasn't aiming for any of those attributes in that moment she kicked all her footwear into a corner of the room and gave them the evil eye, the farther they were the better.
But it wasn't so bad, yes he walked in when she was still in the process of taking her clothes off and even her hair was up in a messy bun that looked everything but glamorous; but at least of all her attire her top was already off and even when she was covering her naked torso with a small towel the view he was having was of her arched naked back.
That was a lot of skin right there and because she knew men were visual creatures she began to muse about how it wasn't such a bad thing that he walked in earlier than she thought.
Sure, there was a big difference between partially nude and being completely naked in the shower, but sometimes it was better to leave something to the imagination to work on.
Seeing her like that could get him intrigued and soon he would want to take a look of what was underneath her scarce clothing.
"That was a short match." She said straightening her back up as she held the towel in place. She didn't look at him while she talked and instead she watched as she aligned her right leg in front of her, inspecting the pedicure she got that morning. "I didn't even get to take my shower."
Phil cleared his throat. "I didn't really have a match; I just went out there and watched the Nexus kick some ass." That was his reply and Maryse couldn't help but to smile.
She liked that he wasn't justifying himself over the fact that he was there watching and that he didn't stumble on his words as he looked for a way out, she liked that very much.
It could only mean that he meant to stay.
"Hmm, so I'm going to take that you like to watch. I don't know why but I thought you were more of an action kind of man."
Phil chuckled, and when the blonde French-Canadian heard him she turned her face to him and watched him. He was slumped against the frame of the door, his hands casually folded against his chest and his eyes staring directly at her.
Now, she couldn't say that she was feeling overexposed over the fact that she was sitting there in nothing more than her sparkling golden shorts and a towel covering her partially; on the contrary, she couldn't wait to lose it all and see what his reaction would be.
Judging by the fact that he showed up and that he has been standing there watching her she would bet on anything that he would like it.
"I am, but sometimes it's good to watch and study the situation so you know what action to take." He said with a slight smirk on his face.
"Is that so…" She said eyeing him over. "And did you learn something with all that watching?"
"It was a short match, you said it yourself; I didn't get to see much of it." He responded, his eyes sparkling and his voice carrying low undertones that send shivers down her spine.
Quirking her lips, Maryse lifted one hand to free her hair out of the elastic band that held it together; she did it without taking her eyes from him and when she finally felt her hair cascading down her back she shrugged. "So did you learn something or not?"
"A thing or two, to be honest I wasn't paying much attention to it as my mind was completely elsewhere. Actually, I was thinking about the talk we had before." He said as he tapped his lips with his thumb.
Maryse smirked; taking over his mind has been her goal since the beginning. "What about it?"
Shifting his weight to his left foot, the tattooed man lowered his gaze to his arms and started to work on taking off the tape out of them. "I was thinking about your perception of men only wanting to 'get off' and not paying attention to your needs," He shrugged, "I mean my mind always works on overdrive and somehow I started to think that maybe your experiences are nothing more than mediocre at their best because the only thing you have in your mind is to get off yourself. It kinds of makes you a hypocrite, you know?"
Maryse opened her mouth to refute him but then clamped it shut. To be honest her little talk out there had been nothing but a mix of the truth mixed with her desire to put his mind running in sexy drive and she didn't want to talk about it anymore, now she wanted to act.
But because she wasn't going to tell him to shut his mouth and do her instead of talking, she rolled her eyes playfully and then looked at him.
"I think you missed the whole point of what I was saying; what I meant to say is that sex is something to be enjoyed by everyone involved, you need to give but it's only fair to receive something in exchange. It's like this, my goal should be to make you feel lose your mind and your goal should be to make me feel fantastic, simple as that."
And if he didn't understand she could give her a demonstration.
Phil nodded, taking a few steps forward as he worked on taking all the tape from his wrists and forearms. He didn't say anything though and Maryse wondered what was going on in that intricate mind of his. Was he having nice thoughts about her? She hoped so, but then again there was no way she could know since he wasn't even looking at her.
It was only until his arms were tape free that he ventured to look down to her while one of his eyebrows rose up in his forehead.
"Give and thou shall receive… I get it, trust me, it's not like I'm an egotistical prick that wants to takes all for myself; but if I'm with you and I feel that everything you are giving is with the sole purpose of receiving something in return then my mood will go down to the floor and I will definitely try to get off and move on."
Maryse chuckled, adjusting the towel with care against her chest and making sure the movement would catch his attention; after all he told her that he liked boobs and she knew she had a nice pair right there under her thin towel. "I don't think we are understanding each other here; I never said I didn't like giving, I think it's very rewarding… but anyway, going back to what you said, if you were with me I don't think you would want to just get off and move on."
"Is that cockiness I detect in your voice?" Phil laughed and walked closer, standing a few paces away from her as his hands rested on his hips.
Looking up to him, Maryse noticed that he was still in his red wrestling trunks, but unfortunately he also had his shirt on and even from her low sitting position she couldn't get a real good look at him.
"It's not cockiness if you can back it up." She said, pouting her lips in a way that he couldn't help but to notice how inviting they could be.
"It's cockiness until you prove you can back it up." He responded in the lowest of tones, his voice rough and so very inviting…
The way he talked the words made Maryse want to stand up, toss the towel away and drop to her knees just to show him what she got to offer. Of course, she didn't do that; instead she just got to her feet and stood right in front of him.
He was tall, at least taller than her, and as she looked up into his deep olive green eyes she couldn't help but to start feeling very naked while he was very clothed. But that could change, hopefully, so running her tongue through her lips ever so slowly, the blonde arched an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly to the side. "Is that a challenge, Phil?"
The corner of his lips curved into a sly smile and he shrugged. "I'm just saying that talking is easy; not like that's entirely a bad thing, you can learn a lot from talking and sometimes very interesting things come out if you take your time to talk."
"Like now," Maryse said while angling her face towards his. "Who would have known that just by talking we could get to know a few things about the opposite sex?"
"Or that we would learn so much about each other; for example, I know now that if you and I were to be together you wouldn't have any problems in pleasing me but you would expect me to 'return the favor' so to speak."
"Exactly." She said rising on her tip toes and then flattening her feet back on the cold floor. If truth be told her fingers were itching to reach forward and touch him and her lips wanted nothing more than to kiss him, but controlling her urges she just sighed dreamily. "But not only that, I would go out of my way to make you feel fantastic."
"And how's that?" He asked in a dark whisper, leaning forward and getting a bit closer to her.
"Well…" She said after breathing into his scent. "Since we are in the shower stalls I would help you get ready to take a nice steamy shower."
"Really?"
"Yes, I would make you sit down right in that bench so I could take off your boots. I would assume that you are tired from your match so once they are off I would give you a little massage; you know, just to make you relax for me."
Phil arched an eyebrow and tilted his head, his eyes getting darker as Maryse went on.
"I've been told my hands work wonders so I would start with your feet and then I would go all the way up… treating your calves real nice and then going up; of course, I would pay a little more attention to your thighs because between you and I like a man with nice strong thighs, and then…" She whispered, making sure the eye contact wouldn't break and that his attention was entirely on her. "Then since you would be relaxed I would go on by taking your shirt off. I would do it slowly to take a very good look at you, but because I'm a little greedy I would want to do more than looking so I would lean into you and kiss you right here…" She said placing her forefinger right under his jaw.
"I don't think that would relax me, nope, not at all…"
Maryse ignored him and sliding her finger to the neck of his shirt she continued talking. "Then, I would want to taste your skin so I would alternate between kissing and licking all the way down to your chest. My hands would be working too, running down your sides and maybe sneaking to your back as my lips get lower and lower down your stomach." She whispered while dragging her finger down over his shirt, she didn't stop until she reached his hip.
"Then, when I'm out of skin to explore I would go to take off your trunks, sliding them slowly down your legs and tossing them away. Obviously, by then you would already be hard and ready for me so I would just take you in my hand to look at what you had to offer. I'm curious so I really need to watch you closely, but then after a close look I would take you into my mouth to get a real taste of you, and that's when I start to make you feel way beyond good."
Phil sucked in a breath and ran his hand through his short hair. While she talked her little talk he never took his eyes away from hers and now that she was done talking his eyes were still glued to hers. "Well, that sounds nice, I can't argue about that."
Maryse grinned, grabbing the edge of his shirt and pulling at it. "I told you."
"But hypothetically speaking, after that you would want me to take care of you, is that right?" He asked, grabbing the edge of the towel and pulling at it just like she was doing with his shirt.
Maryse licked her teeth and looked down at his hand on the towel; he wasn't pulling hard but the message was there, he wanted it off. "I would like that, but because we are here I would want to take things to the showers, that way I can help you get clean up and then you could help me get dirty."
Phil sucked into his mouth his lip ring and looked away from her so he could take a glance around the room; then, without giving her time to react he took a few steps forward and made her back up against the wall, blocking as escape she didn't plan on doing with his body.
She liked the sudden move that he made so faking a surprised gasp she made both her hands fly up to his arms, grabbing him firmly and thus making the towel fall right at his feet.
It was all on purpose, she wanted the towel off, but instead of taking a look at her he pressed his body hard against hers and smirked, lowering his face as his eyes delved deep into hers. "Is this were you would want to take me in?"
Maryse blinked, her face angled up and returning his stare with the same intensity. "This would be a good place." Not that she knew where she was exactly, but wherever was a good place if it meant his body would corner her like he was doing in that moment.
"You are a little tease," He said, his hand going to rest on her hip and then sliding to her tight. "No wonder you have issues with you men's performances, I mean how can you expect them to outlast you when you provoke them into losing control with you?" He asked seductively as he grabbed her tight to lift it up all the way to his hip level.
The position made his not so subtle erection to press insistently against her crotch and she had to grab onto him harder not to lose her balance.
Maryse swallowed hard, the combination of the sensation he was provoking right between her legs and the way he was looking at her was too much all of a sudden and she had to bite her tongue not to tell him to just take her right there in that spot. She wanted it and it was more than obvious that he wanted it too… but instead of saying that she threw her head against the wall and with her eyes still on his she responded.
"That would be just me making anything to make you feel good, I don't think it's too much asking the same in exchange, don't you think?" The last word she said it while rotating her hips against his, getting a better feeling of him through the fabric of both their bottom ring attire.
"I agree, that's more than fair." He said, his fingers sliding to the edge of her shorts, right where the flesh of her buttocks began to hide underneath the fabric. "So tell me, what would you consider a good way to get you going in this moment?"
"Right now?" She breathed out, feeling her face flushing with the intensity of the moment. She could tell him a lot of things she would love him to do, from touching her all over, to going down on her and then so many other things, but the truth was that in that moment she only wanted to feel him inside of her.
She was swollen and wet for him and she wanted the barrier of their clothes to disappear right in that moment.
"Yes, right now." He said, his face getting close enough for her to feel his breathing brushing against her lips.
"Right now I wouldn't mind if you just ripped my pants off so you could fuck me through that wall." She said, her speech getting bolder and her libido going to the roof.
Phil smirked, releasing her leg and grabbing her hand to make her take a step forward. "Then I would have to cool you off because really, what's the fun in just fucking you through a wall?" He said and as soon as his words died he turned on the spray of the shower over her, making her jump what felt like ten feet in the air as the water hit her body like sharp needles.
"What…" She started to protest, but before she could go on his lips silenced her, pressing hard into hers and taking advantage of the gap in her mouth to slide his tongue right in.
Now, she wasn't expecting him to get her under the shower, but if he was going to kiss her like that she didn't mind drowning in that room. The way he surprised her with that kiss was simply amazing and the world could end right there and she wouldn't mind.
It was just too damn good, kissing was one of the things he denied to her in her dream and now that she finally got her sample she was happy that she got the real deal as an exclusive.
Now she only needed to make things continue with the same intensity as they were and her dream would turn into her reality. Hopefully, he would surpass all the expectations she had of him and then her dream would look silly compared to the real deal.
But before making assumptions she decided to make things happen, and lowering her hands down his body, Maryse grabbed for his shirt and pulled it off, breaking the kiss for only a second before it started again with renewed passion.
She liked kissing him, the way his tongue dueled against hers as her body molded to his was very stimulating to her senses and wanting to get her hands free she tossed his shirt away.
Once her hands were free they went automatically to circle his neck as he lifted her up, his hands cradling her ass perfectly as he carried her back against the wall.
With both her legs circling his hips and with her back resting against the wall, Maryse opened her eyes for a short second and moaned into his mouth. It felt more than nice to feel him like that, so close...
But then, before either one of them could say or do anything more, a third person came into the room and walked right into the showers.
"Oh God, I didn't see anything, I swear." Came the southern drawl of Ted and soon as the words were out in the air Phil practically dropped her to the floor.
Her first instinct was to reach down for the wet towel to cover herself and then she cussed in French. Damn she has been so close, and this time for real and Ted just ruined it!
Wasn't he supposed to be out?
"Fuck." Phil mumbled under his breath and after blinking a couple of times Maryse noticed that his boots were all wet from the shower and that he was holding his dripping shirt in one hand; apparently she dropped it right in the water and now it would be a bad idea for him to put it back like that.
Now that the mood was entirely different he didn't seem too amused about the whole thing and Maryse couldn't help but to laugh.
Changing his attention back to her, Phil's darkened eyes looked at her thoroughly and as he watched the blonde covered her mouth with her hand to hold her weird amusement.
It wasn't funny, but for some reason the image of Ted leaving as soon as he came made her laugh. He probably was embarrassed out of his mind and maybe she should be too…
"Great, now you are laughing."
Shaking her head, Maryse closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm not laughing at you, trust me, it's just that this…" She opened her eyes wide and pressed the towel closer to her body.
Her statement was followed by a long silence and Maryse wondered if he would want to keep things going. She knew she wanted to, if anything that little taste of him only made her want him more than before.
Sure, they would have to get back into the mood but she didn't think that would be too hard, at least not on her part.
"I think we should... okay, I don't know what really happened here but I..."
"Do you want to keep going? I will lock the door this time."
Phil placed one hand at the back of his head and snorted. "Maryse, I…"
Maryse brushed him off, she could read on his face that he wanted her and that he wanted them to keep on, after all if it wasn't because they got so rudely interrupted they would be engaged right now in the middle of a very passionate sex session.
So yeah his mood was gone, but she knew exactly how to get him back into it and she was going to do it in that same moment. Phil was not going to walk out of that room without giving her what she wanted, of that she was sure.
TBC
