A/N:  The following story is going to be a short (5/6 part) series based on songs from the Usher album 'Confessions'.  Lyrics from this part are from the song 'Do It To Me'.  Hope you like it and remember, feedback is much loved and appreciated. =)

Part 1: Do It To Me

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I got two dozen roses and a card that says
'Baby, I can't wait to see you later,'
We made dinner reservations
At Nobu or Mr. Chow, you just pick the location
Now we sittin' at the table, sippin' the finest wine
Having a damn good time, I know what's on your mind
I want you, you want me too
Stop frontin' I know exactly what you want
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The blonde woman entered the restaurant, inhaling deeply as the delicious scent of the cuisines filled her nose. She released a contented sigh as her eyes surveyed the room, impressed with the exquisite appearance of the exclusive establishment. As she eyed her scenery, her gaze fell on another delicious sight. Their eyes met from across the room, and her lips curved up into a sly smile. She approached him at his table, her hips swaying with each step.

He glanced up from his seat, his appreciative eyes staring her down hungrily as she stood before him. With a tilt of his head, he gestured for her to take the seat across from him, his gaze unwavering. The young woman turned away to pull her chair out, the glimpse of him licking hips sending a shiver down her spine. He waited for her to be seated, and then he spoke.

"I'm glad you decided to join me, Trish," he said, his eyes doing anything but separating from hers. A giggle escaped the mouth of Trish Stratus, and she winked at the man across from her, Christian.

"How could I ever turn down an offer from a man such as yourself?" she asked, crossing her bare legs under the table.

Christian grinned at the flirtatiousness in Trish's voice. Upon first approaching her, he'd been honestly surprised she'd agreed to go along with him. The two of them weren't friends by any means, nor did they share mutual acquaintances. It had been Chris Jericho's idea for the two of them to go to the ring and save both the blonde woman and Lita, sort of as a way to get their attention. Trish had been a bit surprised when Christian explained that, while he had come to the ring and helped Lita out, it was *her* that he was really interested in. For the past few weeks – since he'd gotten up the nerve to go and talk to her – she had sent him sign after sign that she wanted him. He didn't intend to seem too arrogant, but it was more than a little obvious that she was interested. Not that he was planning on complaining in the least. He'd wanted the beautiful blonde diva for the longest time, and as he studied her, delicately sipping the red wine he'd had delivered to the table for the two of them, he worried that he wouldn't be able to make it through the night. He was already struggling with the strong urge he had to toss her on top of the table and take her in the middle of the restaurant. He took a deep breath, settling into his seat.

Trish uncrossed her legs, subsequently brushing her leg up against his. Christian sucked in sharply, his body tensing at her contact, minimal as it was. He glanced up at her, tossing all ideas of containing himself out the window.

"You know what, Trish?" he spoke again. "I don't think they have what I really want on the menu. What do you say we get out of here?"

Trish's eyes widened at his suggestive idea. She glanced up at him as he stood, noting the intense look of lust and desire in his all too telling eyes. Normally, she wouldn't consider herself the type of girl to do such a thing, but for some reason, with Christian, it felt okay. She hesitated a beat, and then an enthralled grin found her lips, and she reached out, extending her hand to him.

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Do it to me, I want to feel you
Touch my body, baby, body, baby
Do it to me
I guarantee you won't regret it
Let me set it out like you ain't never had it
Do it to me
I want you to grab me, talk to me
Tell me how you like it, where you want it
When you all up on it boo
Do it to me, I want to give it to you
We're gonna make this a night to remember

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Christian found himself in the passenger seat of Trish's car, his eyes locked on the gorgeous Canadian as she drove them back to the hotel. He closed his eyes for a moment, resting his head on the window as he wondered how in hell he was going to make it back to the hotel. He opened them again, and he caught a glimpse of Trish's hand slipping over the gear shift. He bit his lip as he felt an almost painful tightening in the zipper area of his pants, unable to stop himself from imagining her hand on *him* in that same way.

Taking her eyes off the road, Trish gazed across the seat, laughing softly to herself as she watched Christian beginning to fidget in uncomfortably in his seat. She shook her head and focused her attention back on the road. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt a hand on her knee, and without moving her head, she glanced down and watched Christian's hand slowly inching its way up her inner thigh. Her breath caught in the back of the throat as his fingers crept up her leg, and she swallowed hard as she realized that her skirt was in no way stopping his fingers from heading toward their destination. A bead of sweat formed on her forehead as she watched his hand move closer, and closer, and closer…

Noting a sign for the hotel parking lot, Trish slammed her foot on the gas pedal, wheeling the car into the lot. She sped into the first empty spot she found, the breaks squeaking a bit as the car came to a sudden stop. Without thinking, she unbuckled her seatbelt, lifting herself over the console separating them and straddling his lap. She crushed his lips with her own, her tongue plunging into his mouth. Christian eagerly wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing her hips gently as he returned her kiss with a fervor he didn't know he possessed. She cupped his face in her hands, their tongues in a fierce battle for dominance.

Trish rolled her hips a bit, the sensation of her pressing against him earning a groan from the blonde man. At this point, he didn't know what was turning him on more… the aggressiveness being displayed by the woman on top of him, or the fact that they were all over each other in the parking lot, where any passers-by – even Chris himself - could discover them. He wanted to get into the hotel, but at the same time, he didn't want to move from the position he was in. Already hard as a rock, Christian knew he had to get Trish into the hotel soon before he wouldn't even be able to walk inside. He gently pushed at her shoulders, his nudges having little effect on her. She removed her lips from his, only to place them on his neck, sucking and biting gently. Another roll of her hips, and Christian was done. He grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, yanking her head away from his. Without a word, he pushed the car door open, yanking her out with him and bolting inside.

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Watching you work the stick in the ride
And the motion how you movin' from third to five
Can't imagine what it's gonna be once we get inside
And you put that ooh wee on me and you work me the same way
Boo, I can't wait
I'm tired of thinkin' about it, speakin' about it
Baby it's time to be about it
Turn off the lights, take off your clothes
Jump in the bed and let it flow
The squeezing, holdin', bitin', scratchin', spankin', screamin'
Pullin' my hair when you mean it and everything goes
Baby when you…

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Finally upstairs, Christian found himself lying on top of Trish, their clothes haphazardly flung to the floor. His hands traced down the curve of her hips as his lips brushed over her neck and chest. Trish wrapped her legs around his waist, silently begging him to enter her. When he didn't take the hint, she bucked her hips up, grinding against him. He groaned, lifting his head and staring into her pleading eyes.

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Do it to me, I wanna feel you
Touch my body, baby, body, baby
Do it to me
I guarantee you won't regret it
Let me set it out like you ain't never had it

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"Christian, please…" she said, her words nearly lost as she let out a soft moan.

Shaking his head, Christian refused to comply… not just yet. He captured her lips in his, planting another searing kiss on her as his hands continued their quest to learn each and every contour of her body. Placing her hands on either side of his head, Trish reluctantly pulled him away, staring up into his passionate eyes.

"Christian…"

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Do it to me
I want you to grab me, talk to me
Tell me how you like it, where you want it
When you all up on it boo
Do it to me, I wanna give it to you
We gonna make this a night to remember

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"Tell me you want this."

Trish stared at Christian in silence for a moment. His tone was so stern and demanding, yet so needy at the same time. He *had* to have her. She grinned wildly, a flicker of excitement in her dark eyes as she drew him to her and kissed him.

"I want it…" she began, their lips still mingling, "… and I want you."

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So long I've waited for this night
To get inside you
Look in your eyes and tell you
'Baby, take me, I'm yours'

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Her words convincing enough for him, Christian pressed his lips against hers one more time, growling in satisfaction as he slid inside her. He buried his face in Trish's shoulder as he pumped in and out of her, softly biting her collarbone. Moaning against his neck, she wrapped her arms around him, raking her nails down his back as she rocked her hips to match his rhythmic movements. Feeling himself nearing the brink, he sped his movements up a bit, lifting his head to take a look at her. The sight of her writhing underneath him, her face laced with pleasure, was almost more than he could bear. He slowed down a bit, not wanting to reach his climax before her.

"Don't," she breathed, "please, don't slow down."

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And if you feel anything like I feel
By the end of the night I'm certain you'll be screamin' for more

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"Oh God…" Tried cried, securing her legs more tightly around his waist as he increased his pace, much to her delight. Her breaths became heavy and short.

Noticing how close she was, Christian pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. When he pulled away, he stared down into her eyes. Trish looked up, the intense stare he was giving her causing her to peak. She buried her head in his shoulder, crying out his name as she came.

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I wanna do anything and everything and everything to your body
Till you break down, can't take no more
From the bed, to the floor, to the top of the stairs
You gon' get it baby, please, please

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"Trish!" Christian called, closing his eyes as he emptied himself into her.

He fell on top of her, his spent body resting on top of hers. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he rolled onto his side, wrapping his arm around her and stroking her back as he kissed her again. He wasn't sure what he had just gotten himself into, but at the moment, all he was concerned with was her.

*~*~*~*~*
Do it to me, I wanna feel you
Touch my body, baby, body, baby
Do it to me
I guarantee you won't regret it
Let me set it out like you ain't never had it
Do it to me
I want you to grab me, talk to me
Tell me how you like it, where you want it
When you all up on it boo
Do it to me, I wanna give it to you
We gonna make this a night to remember

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