Trish being nice? That was a thought that Stephanie couldn't even begin to comprehend… not that she really wanted to… after all, there was just something so alluring and sexy about a bad girl… especially if that bad girl just happened to be Trish Stratus.

Trish smirked. She could practically see the inner conflict waging inside of Stephanie. She knew Stephanie wanted her and she was planning on making Stephanie feel just how much she wanted her before they left Titan Tower.

"You know Steph… you're always so tense…" Trish pointed out, the seductive purr of her voice making Stephanie tremble slightly.

Stephanie cleared her throat.

"I'm not tense…" She said, trying to sound convincing but failing horribly. For a second, she didn't even recognize her own voice. It was too low, guttural and needy to be coming from her lips. She hated that Trish could do that to her… make her feel so alien in her own body.

She tensed up immediately as she felt Trish's fingertips beneath the fabric of her t-shirt, slowly working their way up her spine. She hadn't even been aware that Trish had moved behind her until she felt her touch, soft at first but becoming more and more insistent by the second.

"You seem pretty tense to me…" Trish whispered, her lips softly brushing the nape of Stephanie's neck.
Stephanie's eyes slammed shut as a burning sensation shot through her. She was sure if she didn't sit down soon then she was sure to fall.

"Trish?" Her name flowed off of Stephanie's lips unconsciously laced with the tone of desire… a tone that most definitely should not have been directed toward Trish and most definitely should not have been elected because of Trish.

Trish's fingernails skimmed across the flesh of Stephanie's back before clutching the hem of her t-shirt and dragging it up slowly, making sure that it tickled Stephanie's skin with every tug.

She tugged the shirt up to Stephanie's shoulders and Stephanie didn't know why she did it but she raised her arms over her head allowing Trish to remove the shirt.
Trish smiled, throwing the shirt aimlessly to the corner of the ring.

Stephanie felt Trish's fingertips and nails against her bare skin once again and became painfully aware of the fact that she had forgotten to breathe. She inhaled a deep and ragged breath, feeling the rush of air almost crash again her lungs.
The sound of Trish's shallowed breathing filled her ears. Even the simple sound of Trish's inhalation and exhalation sounded seductive to Stephanie at that moment.

Trish's hands were creating a maelstrom in the pit of Stephanie's stomach. Trish's fingers brushed against the clasp of Stephanie's lacy black bra and suddenly it hit Stephanie harder than a ton of bricks… she couldn't control herself. If she didn't stop this now… there would be no stopping whatever it was that she was sure was going to happen.

Stephanie quickly turned around so she was facing Trish, looking into her brown eyes that were darkened by lust. Her eyes trailed over Trish's features noticing everything all at once… her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her jaw, her full lips… why wasn't she kissing her yet? Oh yeah, that's right… because she was her enemy!
Trish's reached up, brushing some strands of hair away from Stephanie's face.

Stephanie felt like fire was rushing through her body… like she didn't have to breathe… like she didn't need to live without Trish's hands touching her. She abruptly became aware of the fact that she had never felt this good in her entire life and Trish had barely touched her.
Trish's fingers lingered on Stephanie's cheek, slowly caressing the flesh. Stephanie quickly grabbed the hand and closed her eyes, letting out a shaky breath.
"Trish?" Her voice was still so alien to her that she couldn't even believe that it was her talking. Her skin was still tingling everywhere that Trish had touched and Trish's hand was still in hers. She opened her eyes and asked the only question that came to mind… the only thing her brain could process at that moment. "What are you doing to me?" Of course, it was a rhetorical question… one that she already knew the answer to. What was Trish doing to her? She was making her feel more turned on that she had ever felt in her entire life… the only real question left to answer was… why the hell wasn't she kissing her yet?!?