Paul and Dave were going at their ad-lib argument in the ring. Right on Cue, Emylee's music hit

I'm bringin' sexy back

Them other boys they don't know how to act

I think it's special... what's behind your back

So turn around and and I'll pick up the slack

(A.N.: couldn't help it, this song explained her through and through, Thank you Justin Timberlake!)

The two men stopped, and she walked out to the top of the ramp.

"King, we are being visited by the lovely Ms. Emylee Harris", J.R. announced.

"Boys, boys, there is no reason to bicker like cats and dogs about who is the better man. Who taught who, and all that. Listen, to prove who the better man is, Vince decided something to up the ante", she paced.

"Emylee, no offence, but this really doesn't concern you, unless you're siding with him, then you don't have any words I want to hear", Hunter said.

"Apparently it does. You see, Vince and Eric thought it would be a great idea to add something to this match. Of course, I'm game for making the stakes interesting…to make the last two matches better than the last two. Having something you both want just as bad as the title".

"Get to the damn point woman", He yelled.

"My contract", she said, and the crowd went wild.

Dave grinned and nodded his head. Hunter smirked at the response. The plan was set in motion for 'Vengeance'. The belt and her contract would be on the line. Dave was to win, and she and Dave would be traded to Smackdown, and through this whole ordeal, they would have a romantic angle. Truth be known, they started that a while ago, and just barely acted on it.

"Well, looks to me that you may be all the incentive I need. Taking that belt from Dave, bringing back where it belongs, and the icing on the cake will be you will remain my lawyer, services included", he grinned.

"Don't get so comfy Hunter, since I'm the champ, she's coming with me", Dave said exiting the ring, making his way to the top of the ramp.

"Sorry H, he's right, part of the deal, is I remain with the current champion until Vengeance, then I will either go with you or stay with Dave", she shrugged.

"Guess you lost your belt and your woman", Dave taunted.

Come here girl, go head be gone with it

Come to the back, go head be gone with it

VIP, drinks on me

Lemme see what you're twerking with

Look at those hips

Make me smile

Go 'head child and get your sexy on

Her music blared as he handed her his belt, and he put his arm around her waist. She was trying not to break character, smiling at her new status with Dave, and the irony of the whole situation. She almost thought she saw hurt in Paul's eyes, as he yelled and screamed at Dave. Ric was trying to calm him down, as they made there way backstage.

Emylee sat in Dave's oversized black dress shirt, and he was on the other side of the bed shirtless, both reading the same book. It was a guilty pleasure of hers, and she slowly got him hooked as well.

Harry Potter. Maybe it was the age difference, but she didn't care, neither did he. After the first two chapters, he got into the book, and found something to pass his time then just going out. He slowly closed the book, and got up to stretch, Emylee tilted her glasses at his frame, watching his movements, and his tight black boxer briefs she grew to love on him. He smirked at her glare.

"Examining something counselor?" he arched his brow.

"Yeah, but for the sake of incriminating myself, I plead the 5th on that", she smiled.

Sitting back down, he moved towards her, as watched him prey onto her.

"Remember it's your turn", he hinted.

"Yeah, I know, turn around".

Of course he was being nice by giving her a back massage, but one thing led to another, and they found themselves naked, on the bed, in the shower, and on the bathroom counter. Deciding to try to focus, she tore herself away to read her book. She stood on her knees to begin giving his shoulders a good rub.

"Mmm…….this. This line of questioning……is extremely experimental".

"Well, I'm not a conventional lawyer".

"What are you trying to find out", he said closing his eyes to take in the rub.

He was enjoying to flirtatious conversation she was giving, and the fact she was trying her best to make his relax was something he valued. It had been a long time since he felt like anyone did that for him, and he was going to pay her back every way possible. She, on the other hand, wasn't thinking about sex at the moment. That conversation with Paul puzzled her, hell even got her worried that she was rushing things.

"I'm trying to compromise with you. I want you back".

"Listen, it may not have been the way you wanted it exactly, but we were good".

"You numb nuts! You take me for granted, then dump me by writing to work with the person I'm seeing right now, and now you want me back? What are you smoking?"

Emylee, remember you and I just for a moment".

It was now or never, he deserved to know about the conversation, hell, she should have told him before the coziness set in, at then she could get a room just in case he got too angry.

"When you left earlier, and Paul was talking with me…"

"Yeah"

She began to use her elbows to rub through the tension in his back, and just blurted out what she intended.

"He wants me back".

His shoulders went from relaxed, back to tense. Rolling his shoulders, he stood to tower over her.

"And, what did you say to him?"

"That I moved on and so should he".

"The question is, have you really?"

She stood, looking at him if she was ready to kick him below the belt. He was warned by many people, including Shane, that she had a temper. Worse than Stephanie, but could take care of herself if needed. Turning away from him, and walking to her suitcase, she tried to hold in that anger, but it wasn't really working that well.

"What the fuck David?"

"Well, do you want him or not?"

"You know something; I thought I was moving on. I thought we were working on something good. We been through this since we were at your house. I was moving on...with you. How the hell am I supposed to if you go and assume and ask something like that? You want to assume the worst in me; you shouldn't even have to ask something like that".

"Em, honey, I'm sorry".

"That's something I'm getting a lot of lately too. I'm a little tired of that line. I'm starting to think that the WWE is full of sorry ass men, that is what I think".

"You know, that's low, even for you".

"Whatever", she said going through her things.

"What are you doing, I'm trying to talk to you, and you're not even paying attention to what I'm saying", he growled.

"I'm looking for clothes".

"Where are you going at……1:30?" he inquired.

"Out".

"The hell you are", he said going over to her, grabbing her arm, and making her look directly at him. That famous look she loved and hated balled up into one; dominance.

"You're not going anywhere", he said lowly.

"And you're my keeper?" she challenged.

He chuckled, choosing his words wisely.

"You run every time conflict rises. I saw in you when Randy pissed you off the first meeting we had. Then the thing with Shane and Paul, you see a trend?"

"You're point?"

"Maybe Paul tolerated this, but I'm treating you like an adult, and I expect you to act like one. I'm not going to except you running off every time you get pissed".

"So what the hell are you going to do?"

"Fight with you like normal couples do".

He inched closer, breathing hard, and cracked his neck. She eyed him, and for the first time in her life, she was scared, of what he may or may not do. Scared of the feelings that she was feeling right at this moment. The conversation that she and Paul had earlier was out if her mind, Dave consumed everything right at this very moment, but one he was going to learn, she doesn't back down to anyone.

"Do you want him?" he whispered.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah, I trust you; you were there for me when shit went down, just as I was for you. Do you trust yourself, I need to know no before it gets to deep".

"Yeah, I'm fine around him", she said. Was she confident in that statement, maybe 75 percent, 'but it will get better with time' she thought?

"What happened", she said sitting on the sofa.

"With what?"

"Your ex?"

"She cheated, and got pregnant. It was his, and I left, simple as that".

"No it's not".

He sat next to her, and looked over at her, as she closed her eyes. Dave knew he was being hypocritical towards her but it was now or never.

"She slept with her therapist. She told me that she was depressed. I supported her through this, but it was the sex that cured it for her".

"Ouch".

"Understand no games. I'm intense in everything I do, including my relationships. I'm here and serious, no fucking around. You want out, fine, I'll be hurt, but I can promise you I won't hurt you like Paul did, or like me ex did to me", he glared at her.

"Fine", she stood looking down at him, "and the answer is no. I don't want him period. I told him, but I don't trust him".

"As long as you are here, I won't question anymore".

"Good, just for that outburst, it's my turn again".

"For", he stood with his hands on her waist.

"Back rub", she motioned.

Removing his shirt, he began rubbing again. That bra was getting in the way, as least he thought, but he was going to pass on that, for now.

"So, counselor, back to our discussion, I was wondering, could I strike a plea bargain?"

"Depends on the charge".

"Assault with a deadly weapon, vulgar language".

"Hmm….what did you have in mind?"

"How about me exploring new community service".

He began to let his hands wonder to her mid-section. He kissed her earlobe, as she moaned at the gesture. Working down to her neck, he roughly grabbed her breast, wanting to prove to her, not only is she making the right choice staying with him, but showing his "animal" side once again, and for the rest of the night.