"It's just beginning." Trish arched her back until the crown of her head touched the bed, then straightened her body. She flopped down, letting her body collapse on the heaping blankets, then turned her head towards Dave. "It's just the start of everything, and tomorrow, we go one step further."

Dave stood leaning against the bathroom door, his arms crossed over his bare chest. Black slacks hung low on his hips, the belt undone and either end slightly swaying in the air. His eyes were on the gold that he had fought to gain for over a year. The belt that Hunter had destroyed so many people over. Now, it was his, and there was nothing Hunter could do about it.

His head turned slowly towards Trish as she spoke, and all he could do was grin. Every bit of common sense that he still possessed told him that he shouldn't have trusted her. She was a woman out for number one, and she would turn on him in a second if given half the chance. And yet, something told him that she wouldn't do it. At least, not anytime soon. He couldn't put his finger on an answer of why, but there was just something there, nagging at him that told him that, for right now, he could trust her.

"Tomorrow night, we take the entire world by storm. We let 'em know it's our world, and we just allow them to live in it."

"Exactly!" Trish bounced up and flipped over onto her hands and knees. "It's our time, Dave. Our time to take over this place and show them where the future really is. To show them that we are the important ones and the generation of Triple H rule is over."

The others of their group were out living it up, celebrating their conquest at Wrestlemania, but Trish and Dave wanted time to themselves. They had stayed with the others for a few drinks, but while they lived it up with champagne and caviar, the golden couple had their own idea of celebration.

Trish sat back on her haunches and crooked a finger at Dave. "Come here," she said with a grin. Her tongue pushed against the inside of her cheek and she snickered. Now that everything was in the open, she didn't have to hide her lust, anymore. She no longer had to pretend that she enjoyed Dave's company. In the limousine, leaving the arena, she had thrown her body languidly over his lap, laughing and rolling with excitement. She'd licked champagne off his lips and ignored every snide remark tossed her way from Stephanie. There was nothing she could do to upset her now. She had her title and she had her man. The rest of the world was inconsequential.

Dave crossed the floor, jerking on the end of his belt as he walked. The leather snake slithered out of the last loop and he tossed it out. Grabbing the other end as it came around, he jerked Trish forward until her body pressed against his. The lace of her black bra pushed against his chest, scratching at his skin. She turned her head up to him and Dave kissed her lips lightly.

He wasn't sure what turned him on more. Her excitement or her body. Trish Stratus was a sexy woman, curvy and voluptuous. She was an experienced lover and knew her own body well. She also took the time to learn his. She knew him so well that she could brush an arm against the proper area and give him rise.

At the same time, her intensity and exuberance were just as much of a turn on. He saw the look in her eyes when it was all over. In fact, he wished he'd been able to see her as she swung the chair at Hunter. Dave was almost positive that her eyes had glowed with as much passion and heat as they did when she was laying beneath him with her legs wrapped around his waist.

Being with Trish reminded him of why it had been so thrilling to be a member of Evolution. There was glory in the madness. They had done some mean, horrible things to people, and the darker parts of his soul had enjoyed it. There was a certain thrill to doing things that one wasn't supposed to do. There was a bolt of electricity that zapped him every time he did something that he knew would send others after him.

As champion, men said they had targets on their backs. Dave loved his target, because it kept the chase going, it kept him filled with anticipation. Living in a world of McMahon creation put an even bigger target on him. Those who knew they didn't have a snowball's chance in hell at taking his title would be after him just because of his association. Everyone he'd turned his back on when he took Trish's offer and siding with Vince McMahon's evil spawn would be after him for retribution. All those who had thought they found a champion to fight the good fight would want a piece of his hide as payment for his treachery. It was exciting. It was amazing. It was the sexiest thing in the world… right next to the woman who knelt before him with her lips pressed against his chest.

With her fingers working nimbly at the button of his slacks, Trish let her tongue snake out from between her lips. She ran a wet line across his chest, bringing a shudder from him. She opened his slacks and pushed them down over his hips. Her fingers found the indentations of his hips and, with her thumbs, pushed inwards. Dave growled and the belt dropped from his hands. He grabbed Trish by the waist and flung her down on the bed.

Their legs hung over the side as he bit down on her shoulder. Despite the shower that she had taken after her own match, Trish still tasted of sweat. She permeated the smell of sexual desire. Her body writhed beneath him. Her nails scratched at his back. He bit down harder and she screamed, riding the thin line that separated pleasure and pain. Then, her head twisted to the side and she laughed.

"Isn't it all just… exciting!" She threw her arms down onto the bed and let out a howl of laughter. "The two of us together, knowing what's waiting for us just outside that door." Trish grabbed his face and held him close to her. Her tongue shot out and tapped against his lips. "Doesn't it just make you hot?"

"Oh yeah," he said with a growl. He pushed his head forward and crushed her lips with his own. The thought of everything they were doing made him hot, and the idea of everything they would do later made him even hotter. He pushed him and looked at her with a sadistic grin. "Now, let's use that hot in an efficient manner, huh? Remember what I said we'd do when you finally let it all out."

"Party like it was 19-fuckin'-99 all over again?" She winked at him. "I think that's about right."

"Yeah it is, and tonight… it's gonna be hours before the clock strikes midnight."