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AN: If anyone knows of any Trish/Carlito fics, please direct them my way. That way, when I get back, I'll have quite the list to tackle. I know there was at least one on FFN, like, a week ago, but I can't seem to find it now : ) I'll be back on the 23rd, and hopefully I'll have a chapter done by then. If not, look out for one that week. This chapter is to all my dedicated reviewers, especially Takerslady, cenamarialove, wwechaingangbabe, and everyone else out there.Reviews are lovely to see, especially after a long period without a computer. Love you guys --Kiora Storm.
Chapter 6
"Are you okay with this?" Cena questioned Maria. They were in the hotel room in which a vignette was scheduled to take place. As the cameramen were setting up various equipments, John decided he would try and rehearse the scene with Maria.
Stephanie McMahon decided that John, the babyface, would be demure enough to take the sex celebration away from the audience. Stripping away the raunch and vulgarity associated with Edge's Live Sex Celebration, John's Sex Celebration would be passionate and pure, loving in every sense of the word. He didn't know how he was going to get through this vignette without breaking kayfabe and telling Maria everything.
"Wait, how am I supposed to do this?" Maria inquired. "I'm supposed to come out the bathroom like that one time all sexy-fied and whatnot, climb into bed with you, and you're supposed to take off my bra and panties. John, I love you, but…"
"Yeah, that's kinda bad, huh?" he understood. "Maybe you could put another set of bra and panties in the bed, and I'll just throw those out from under the covers?"
"Uh, wouldn't people notice that they aren't the same?" She flicked John behind the ear.
"True," he conceded. After a moment of thinking, he came up with a new idea, "Why don't you just take everything off? It's not like I haven't seen it all anyway." His last comment earned him a smack from the Diva sitting next to him. "OK, I deserved that," he said, rubbing his arm.
Cena had just defeated Edge for the WWE Championship after chasing after him for weeks. True to his word, Cena promised a sex celebration with Maria. Unlike Edge, this celebration did not take place inside the squared circle, but in a hotel room not far from the arena.
The thin blanket surprisingly provided ample protection from the outside world. The only things visible to the camera were John and Maria from the neck up. Both were passionately involved in a lovers' kiss.
Moans and the sound of lips smacking against each other filled the room. John broke the silence. "Oh, I love you," he groaned. She whimpered, his ministrations proved too distracting to formulate a coherent response.
He disappeared from view, his head going under the blanket, letting imaginations run rampant at what he was doing to the Diva. She continued moaning until her breath hitched in her throat. A series of "oh's" slipped from her lips, presumably in response to John's actions. As her cries grew louder, the indistinct figure of John under the blanket moved more quickly. Silence once again took over the room, and Maria's figure was arched up in the throes of ecstasy.
John reemerged from under the blanket, a satisfied smile on his face. Looking at the lovely girl in front of him, he smiled before resuming kissing her.
"And, cut," the cameraman called, making the two immediately cease their actions.
Maria broke out in giggles, throwing the blanket off of her and John. He moved off her, smiling at her.
"What's so funny, Ria?" A confused smile graced his features.
"That," she managed to squeak out, "was so much fun!"
That remark made John laugh as well. "What in the world? How was that fun?" His laughter rang clearly and melodically through the room.
"It was like porn without sex! Oh, John, oh, yes," she mimicked her earlier acting performance, gyrating madly without knowing what she was doing to the man next to her. "I've always wanted to do that," she said, flopping backwards onto the bed as her laughter subsided.
"Ha, at least I don't have to deal with a jealous CM Punk after he sees this!" John began laughing, but was cut short by a swift slap across his face. Maria had closed off once again, either nervous because of CM Punk's reaction or angry because of John's labeling remark. Phil doesn't get jealous, she thought. At least I hope. "OK, I deserved that," he said, rubbing his now-red cheek.
Maria did not speak to him during the ride back to the arena.
Maria didn't check her text messages until she got back to the hotel room with John and Shelton. She got her bed, and John won the rock-paper-scissors competition to get the bed instead of a mattress on the floor. Her inbox was nearly full; a closer inspection confirmed that all the messages were from CM Punk. They all basically said the same thing, asking her what she was thinking to get into such an angle.
The beeping emanating from her cell phone signaled that she had at least one missed call. She ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated that at least fifteen missed calls were from said boyfriend.
John and Shelton looked at each other, silently communicating.
Shelton's furrowed brows and a nod to her direction indicated, What's up with Maria?
John put his hands to his heart, mockingly love-struck. His foolish expression conveyed, CM Punk.
His friend raised his eyebrows in understanding, Ohh.
Later, John mouthed to Shelton. He figured he'd tell his good friend everything later, when Maria was either asleep or gone. Perhaps Shelton could provide needed insight or advice concerning this situation.
This conversation went unnoticed as Maria's cell phone rang, the dulcet tones of her WWE: Wreckless Intent theme song filled the room. She answered it, disregarding the other two in the room.
"Hey, you called?"
The voice on the other end was barely comprehensible, but John and Shelton's silence allowed them to more easily attempt to piece together the conversation.
"Yeah, I called. Didn't you get my messages?"
"I just checked my phone. So what's up? You seem mad."
"Of course I seem mad! You were having sex with John fucking Cena!"
"I was not having sex with him!"
"It sure looked like you were. All that moaning and thrusting."
"I was faking it. It's called acting."
"Acting? Are you also acting in our bed?"
"What? How could you accuse me of that?"
"It looked pretty damn real to me, Maria."
"It wasn't! You should be able to see that. It's plain to see that he and I are just friends."
"Well maybe you should start looking harder!"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means look more closely at what's going on in front of your eyes. Aw, shit." Incoherent mumbling came from CM Punk's end of the phone. John and Shelton made out a few phrases: "fuck," "Tiffany," and "shouldn't have." They could only wonder what those words meant. It looked like Maria didn't know either, or chose not to listen to the mumbling.
"Huh, you're talking like I'm the one with a problem."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You've been closing off to me. We rarely talk anymore, and you're always in some other world or something."
"Yeah, well, what I said earlier. Open your eyes." And with that, CM Punk hung up on a very confused Maria Kanellis.
Maria stood off to the side as her boyfriend was filming a vignette with this new girl, Tiffany. She was carrying on a conversation with her good friend Amy Dumas, better known as Lita, whom she had brought to the OVW taping. Maria smiled over at CM Punk before he and Tiffany began filming.
"So," Punk said in between kisses, "I was thinking, that maybe, you, would come, to ringside, with me."
Tiffany was wrapped around his body, her lithe form pressed up against him firmly. "Mmm, I'd love to," she said before kissing him once again.
CM Punk's hands were supposed to stay put on Tiffany's hips. But Maria was so caught up in her conversation with Amy that she didn't notice that Punk's hands moved down Tiffany's hips, around her butt, and up her alluringly brief skirt. When his fingers touched the damp cloth of her panties, Tiffany broke away, teasingly slapping him.
"Hey, no. You didn't earn it yet," Tiffany flirted. "Maybe if you," she trailed off, whispering naughty things into Punk's ear. His grin grew as she continued. Her smile was wide when she stopped speaking. She pulled away, walking towards the ring and luring CM Punk to follow her.
The cameraman called cut, but CM Punk continued to follow Tiffany as if the storyline became real life. This went unnoticed to Maria, who had left the scene a few minutes earlier with Amy. She felt as if nothing bad would happen, as if Tiffany was not a threat, so leaving was not an issue to her.
Tiffany was exceedingly pleased. Her affair with CM Punk went unnoticed to his devoted girlfriend. His affections were returned tenfold; it seemed as if his breakup with Maria was imminent. She was going to try anything to get that breakup to happen sooner.