Okay, guys, I hate to give away part of a potential plot twist but I need your opinions! There's two directions this is going to go. One less dramatic and less heart wrenching, one more so. On a scale of one to ten, (One is no don't do it, ten is yes do it) how acceptable would you find a minor situation with Chris/Lila? There will be no relationship, but it would be a short little thing and smut would be involved of course. I know some might find that weird or a totally bad idea so I want your opinions!

"I don't understand why he dislikes you so much," Trinity muttered with an eye roll.

"He's constantly trying to rile me up. It's like he likes to shove his stupid religion in my face. One silly kiss! That's all he saw. And it was a joke. Everybody knows Saraya is happily taken and not into women anymore. He'd keel over if I told him about my hook ups back in the day," Lila snickered, imagining the angry look on the man's face.

"Shit, here comes trouble," Sarona whispered.

Lila looked up and immediately her gaze was drawn to Allen who was talking with Chris of all people.

"I swear if he tries to brain wash Chris, I'm going to prison," Lila muttered, jumping up from her seat.

Without a second thought, she rushed over.

"Chris, think fast."

"Wha- Oh!" the Canadian man gasped.

She launched herself straight into his arms. He groaned but caught her easily.

"What are you doing kid? Trying to give me a heart attack?" Chris asked with a chuckle.

"Mm, nah. I just missed you. Also, trying to save you from the judgy asshole," she spoke, just loud enough for Allen to hear.

"What does that even mean?" Allen asked gruffly.

She turned and narrowed her eyes at him. Fuck, why did he have to be good looking? Weren't ugly personalities supposed to go with ugly faces? She shook her head and let out a small, short laugh.

"Just that I don't need you corrupting Chris into hating me like you apparently do. He's good, no worries."

"We're talking about the match we have tonight," Chris filled her in.

She shrugged and said, "He could be subtly brain washing you still."

Allen rolled his eyes and said, "Real mature. Why don't you go be a harlot somewhere on someone other than a married man?"

Cheeks reddening in anger, she forced Chris to let her go.

"Now listen here you prick! I-"

"I'll catch you later Chris," Allen said suddenly, turning without a second glance.

Oh, he was not going to just ignore her after that, was he?

"Get back here you bigoted mother fucker!" she cried, "Allen Jones!"

He went into a room and she completely ignored the common courtesy of knocking, following him in. Luckily it seemed to be an empty locker room. She opened her mouth to yell at him some more just to find him shirtless, eyebrow raised.

"Look, I'm trying to get ready here so unless you want a show, leave."

"Keep your pants on for five minutes and listen to me. I don't know why you keep fucking with me, but if you keep it up, I will not hesitate to smack the hell out of you. Do you got it? What you said about me and Chris? That was uncalled for! I would never-"

"Yeah, I don't really believe there's anythin' you wouldn't do," he snorted, "Now get out."

Anger flushed through her being and she rushed forward, landing a loud smack on his face. The look in his eyes had her stepping back.

"You dare put your filthy hands on me?" he snarled.

"Shit, I- Fuck!"

Her head smacked hard on the lockers as he shoved her back, making her cry out pitifully.

"Don't you ever touch me again, you got it you little harlot? I don't know where those hands have been and I don't want anythin' from you."

Reaching up, she snagged his hair and jerked hard.

"Fuck. You. Jones," She spat, "Get your hands off of me."

Suddenly pain was rearing back in her skull as he pushed her harder, his lips smashing roughly on hers. Startled, she gasped, earning a tongue in her mouth. As the shock wore off, she chanced touching his chest. Damn was he solid. Moaning she parted her lips farther, letting her tongue dance with his. It gave her a heady feeling between her thighs. For too long she'd not felt the touch of a man in this manner, and it was like hard liquor on an empty stomach. Disregarding rational thought, she reached down and pulled at his jeans, finding the button already undone and zipper half down. She stuck her hand in and instantly found hard flesh cased beneath boxers.

"Oh fuck," She moaned, parting their lips to breathe, "You're big."

"Don't talk," he muttered as his hand shoved up her skirt and pushed aside her panties.

"Fuck you," She panted, trying to ignore the anxious lust at feeling his hands on her thighs, "I'll speak all I damn want."

His mouth covered hers suddenly as a finger slipped into her core. Her moan was silenced against his lips. Thick and fast he worked her open with his fingers until she was soaking wet. Allen jerked away, catching her by surprise, but he simply sat and reached into his locker, pulling out a condom. She looked on in disbelief. He really was thick, everywhere. She moved closer, aching to feel his cock inside her, waiting until he pulled her over. Getting the silent request, she maneuvered her feet to behind the bench and quickly sat down. His groan was loud as his face fell against her breasts, but she was entirely silent, her breath taken away by how full she felt.

"Move," he demanded.

She quickly got to work, her breath returning fast as she fought against the cries bubbling in her chest. Each rock of her hips brought him right to her sweet spot. Fingers dug into her ass as he pulled her closer to his body, holding her down as he thrust up.

"Fuck that feels good. Oh my god. I- I- Ngh!"

"Damn you harlot, you gonna cum already?" he muttered.

"Yes! Fuck me harder asshole," she groaned.

His arms came around her and pinned her down as bliss curled in her belly, threatening to break loose with every thrust of his cock. Unable to handle the feeling, she fell against him as raging waves stormed her body, coming out in high pitched screams.

"Oh shit Lila," he groaned, his body rumbling against hers, "You're really fuckin' tight. Damn."

Her name coming from his mouth had her weak as he moaned and his dick throbbed through the condom. Once she was able to breathe again, she pulled back, eyeing him carefully.

"Get off me," he bit out.

"Gladly," she snapped.

As she fixed her panties and skirt, she tossed him nervous glances repeatedly.

"This goes to no one," he said suddenly, turning with fiery eyes.

"You think I want people to know I fucked the company bigot?" she huffed, "I'd rather everyone think I was fucking Chris."

He narrowed his eyes to which she smirked.

"Now kindly fuck off and leave me alone asshole."

With that, she flounced from the room, a slight twinge in her step that she wouldn't admit the reasoning to.

…

Waking from her nap was awkward. From the ache between her legs due to dreaming about her and Allen's first time, to the fact Chris still had a hold on her, had her waging a mental battle. Deal with the throbbing need to let him sleep while still having terrible thoughts, or get up and end up waking him.

"Oh for fucks sake," she mumbled when Chris's arm tightened on her waist, pressing on her bladder and making her issue worse, "Chris, man, wake up."

He grumbled and pulled her closer, causing an wince and a gasp. Oh hell no. She nudged him off and jumped up, face bright red at the direction her thoughts had done.

"Nope, nope. Not going there," she mumbled to herself.

Chris started to stir so she took the chance to run off, locking herself in the bathroom. It took a moment to calm her breathing before she could empty her bladder and wash up, splashing water on her face to cool her red cheeks. She'd battled this demon years ago when she'd first gotten close with Chris. He was a gorgeous man and she wasn't blind, but he was married and now she was in a serious relationship. So why were those feelings rearing their ugly head again? Cursing to herself, she opened the door and stepped out just to find Chris stretching, showing off his taunt tanned muscles. She closed her eyes, gathered her composure, and entered the room. The demon would not win. It was too far down the road for it to start back up.

"You okay?"

Her blue eyes shot up and she felt guilty, like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar so to speak.

"I'm fine. Just off from last night," she half-lied.

That was probably why her feelings had flared up suddenly. He'd helped her calm down from that dangerous edge, held her, and then she'd gotten turned on by dreaming of Allen. That was all.

"Are you going to be okay? You gonna make it through the show?" he asked, worry clear on his face.

Smiling tightly, she nodded and said, "Yeah, we're good. Let's just go."