A/N - If you look out your window you might see pigs flying by because yes, not only did I break a 2 year drought by posting Part 1 of this last week, but now I have added a Part 2 AND finished a story for the first time in about 90 years. I'm so proud of myself. But not as proud as I am of these two. I feel like I tortured them for so long that I had to finally let them seal the deal, right? I am incredibly rusty when it comes to the old smutty fic so go easy on me plz.

Also, if you're so inclined, go watch them in the ring after the match on the March 9th 2000 Smackdown because I REFUSE to believe they were not fucking each other by then. It's just not possible to eye fuck somebody like that on tv if you're not getting down with them for real off of it.

The light knock on the door only half startled Stephanie. She sat cross-legged on the hotel bed, absently filing her nails after taking a shower earlier in the evening. She had practically fled the arena after the taping, absolutely terrified she was going to act on her impulses and get carried away with Paul.

It had happened during the show after his tag match with Big Show against Rikishi. There were almost fifteen thousand screaming fans in the Fleet Center. Rock was in the ring. Rikishi was in the ring. Big Show was in the ring. Her fucking brother was in the ring. And yet, when Paul pulled her flush against him to celebrate Triple H's victory, she completely lost herself.

His hand was stroking her back. He was holding her close and turned his face to look right at her, their lips mere inches apart. Even surrounded by all those people, it was such an intimate moment between the two of them and it pushed her over the edge. Her eyes had darted to his lips. His had done the same and he squeezed her back at the same time, like it was some hidden signal.

Without thinking, she responded by blurting out her hotel room number. It was a repeat of their phone conversation the night before but with the roles reversed. It didn't require verbal foreplay or a long drawn out song and dance to get them there anymore. Touching him like this, being close enough to see the little hairline cut that was still there from a steel chair shot a few weeks ago and feeling him against her was all it took. The way he kept staring at her lips was more than enough to make her say crazy things.

And then Shane was holding out his hand to get her out of the ring and waiting on the outside to help her down. Had he seen all of that? Honestly, at this point, she didn't even care.

Her cheeks were burning hot and she just knew she had to get the hell out of there before she acted on her thoughts. If she spoke to him now she didn't know what the fuck she might say. So she ran away.

Literally.

She grabbed her stuff, hastily told her dad she was leaving, skipped the limo ride back and did something Stephanie McMahon hadn't done in a very long time, she jumped in the first available cab and went straight to the hotel.

So it didn't come as a surprise to hear a knock on her door. What was surprising was that it was only just after eleven. The crew wouldn't even have the ring down by now. It meant he too had basically fled the building as soon as the show was over. That thought alone was as terrifying as it was exciting. The knocking started up again and she pulled it open, unable to stop herself from smiling at him. It was pointless. Her reactions were instinctual now. She had no control when it came to him.

Paul didn't wait to be invited. He walked straight into the middle of the room and turned to face her.

The door clicked shut behind them.

They stared at each other, both gradually coming to terms with the significance of the moment.

He was here.

He had come to her.

And now they had a decision to make.

After all the time spent to get them to this point, all of a sudden, it didn't seem like such a hard choice anymore.

They took slow deliberate steps towards each other.

This was a joint decision.

They both wanted it and had fought against it for so long.

But the magnetic pull between them was too strong.

Merely a day removed from Stephanie showing up in his hotel room, he was now in hers, continuing their never ending balancing act.

Except it was going to be different this time.

Paul had already decided that he wasn't going to stop himself anymore. Last night, it would have been so easy but by some miracle, he kept himself under control. There had been so many times leading up to this. So many times where if she had been anybody else, he would have had her already and then some.

But she wasn't just anybody.

She was Vince's daughter and no matter how many times he tried to ignore it, that fact was never going away. But after months of the flirting, the touching and the tension that had built between them, being Vince's daughter wasn't enough to put him off. Because it wasn't just about sex. He wanted to sleep with her. It was all he ever thought about lately. But he respected Vince too much to have a fling with his daughter and he liked Stephanie too much to do the same.

And that was the problem. He really liked her. He had let feelings get involved. For as many nights as he had gone home feeling frustrated, he had felt a little ache in his chest too. He could get sex with any woman. It wasn't about that. It was about Stephanie and how he felt about her.

That's how he found himself in her hotel room about to make a life changing decision.

There was no going back after this.

He didn't care.

When they were finally standing in front of each other, Stephanie instinctively let her hands rest on his chest. It's what she would have done if they were in the ring and she didn't stop herself from doing it now. Touching him came so naturally to her. No matter where they were, her hands were always itching to hold his or to run along his chest. She flattened her palms and slowly rubbed up and down. "We have to stop meeting like this."

"Why? I kinda like it."

They grinned at each other and it just felt right. As soon as their eyes had connected, neither one looked away.

Paul blinked slowly, his expression soft. After a few moments, he took her hands from his chest and wrapped them around his neck, closing the tiny bit of space that was still remaining between them. He trailed his fingers down her arms, enjoying the way she shivered, and rested his hands on the small of her back. With the smallest tug, she was flush against him.

Stephanie was staring straight ahead, gazing endlessly into his thick neck and remembering all the times she had fantasized about running her mouth along it. She couldn't believe how perfectly their bodies lined up, even now when she wasn't wearing heels and lost a few inches. His thumbs were stroking along her back while his fingers splayed comfortably, dangerously, as low as they could go without groping her ass.

She took a deep breath and lifted her gaze, looking into his eyes and seeing nothing but certainty staring back.

Oh God. They were really going to do this.

"Paul."

It was nothing more than a whisper but her hushed voice was everything to him.

"Do you want this?" He needed to hear her say it.

"You know I do, but Paul…"

"No buts."

Stephanie momentarily stiffened. He was being ridiculous.

"Don't overthink it. There are a million reasons why we shouldn't do this."

"Your career…" she trailed off, hardly able to voice her true feelings on the matter. "I can't be responsible for something happening to your career, Paul. I'd never forgive myself."

"Look at me." He gripped her hips firmly, needing her to understand. "I know what this means and I'm prepared to take the risk. I have to or…"

His eyes told her everything he couldn't say.

When their lips finally touched it was like fireworks. It was every cliche in the book multiplied by a hundred and Stephanie felt herself melt into his lips. The joy of kissing him on TV was tempered by the fact that it wasn't real. But this was everything she knew it would and wanted it to be. She stroked the back of his neck and opened her mouth, losing herself completely as their tongues wound together.

It started softly and with slight hesitation but that urge and insistent need they had for each other quickly took over. For the first time, there were no restraints. Paul grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly against him and all of a sudden, they were making out. Wet, noisy and unfiltered tongue-filled kisses that left them breathless.

Stephanie pulled away first, needing a breath and to see the look on his face. Maybe he thought it was a mistake or had second thoughts? But he pulled back with a smile and it was infectious. Their foreheads pressed together while they exchanged soft kisses, each one a little longer than the last until their tongues were twisting sensually. Stephanie channeled her nervous energy into action. She dropped one hand to his pants and dipped it inside, hardly able to believe this was actually happening. She didn't know what to expect and when her hand finally made contact, the moan that escaped her mouth was guttural. Her fingers curled around and began a slow steady pump.

Paul pulled away from her lips and buried his face in her neck. He sucked on her collarbone and ran his lips up to her ear and back. She had barely touched him and already he was keeping himself in check. His body was reacting to her in every way. When her pace quickened and her thumb started teasing his tip, the urge to have his hands all over her was so strong he almost ripped her shirt off. Instead, he lifted his head and quickly pulled it up and off. Her bra was next and his mouth latched on to her nipple in one smooth motion.

It was Stephanie's turn to keep herself in check. She was still finding it surreal that this was happening but fuck, she really had to get a hold of herself. It was happening. Paul was here, teasing her nipples and breathing heavily into her ear while she pumped and worked him over. Her brain was in overdrive from the sensations he was creating, from her emotions and from her own stupid insecurities.

She knew he was a bit of a manwhore. All the wrestlers were, it came with the job. She wasn't inexperienced by any means but sex with her ex-boyfriends and a few one night stands suddenly felt small time compared to what she was about to do with Paul. He wasn't some guy from college. He was a man, a very experienced man and was probably used to women doing all sorts of crazy stuff in bed. The guys bragged about it in the back, even in front of her, and she was under no illusions. She was desperate to measure up and needed to get out of her own head.

She stared at him with heavy lidded eyes as he backed her towards the bed and lightly shoved her down. Before she could blink, he was on top of her, his hips very gently rocking into hers and kissing her deeply, not leaving any room for anything but pure lust and passion in her mind. It was almost as if he sensed what she was thinking and was determined to make her relax. She had wanted this for so long and he felt amazing on top of her, his weight pressing her into the bed and surrounded by the smell of him. There was no way she wasn't going to enjoy it.

Breaking their kiss, Paul lifted his arms when he felt her tugging at his t-shirt. With a hand on either side of her head, he kept himself propped up and watched as she ran her hands all over his chest and arms. She loved to touch him in the ring and he could never let himself enjoy it. Not this time. A deep sigh escaped as her feather light fingers traced along his biceps, rounded his shoulders and swept down his chest to his stomach. She repeated the motion and caught his face. He was smiling. A lazy, sexy smile and it put her at ease. She smiled back, almost bashfully under the circumstances, and let her hands drop.

She was busy trying to work his jeans down over his hips and it gave Paul a moment to look at her. All the times he had imagined this and it still wasn't even close to the real thing. He just couldn't help himself. "You're so beautiful."

Stephanie went from almost bashful to a full blush, the heat in her cheeks momentarily spreading to her exposed neck. Rather than reply, she grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, their tongues meeting before their lips even touched. It quickly turned urgent. They kissed and kissed and kissed, endlessly. With his jeans somewhere around his thighs, Stephanie felt the pressure of his erection through only the cotton boxers he still wore as their hips ground together. She was aching for him to touch her and didn't have to wait long.

Paul tugged her sweats and panties completely off, then pushed his jeans and boxers down and kicked them off too, not wasting another second. He sucked on her neck and kissed his way to her nipple, then lower, down to her stomach until his head was settled between her legs. While he teased her pelvis and nibbled lower, his mind was racing. It was impossible to decide what he wanted to do first. His tongue was inches away from tasting her when he changed his mind and kissed his way back up her body. This needed to be perfect and Christ, he was completely fucked. When had he ever had a thought like that when he was about to go down on somebody?

Never.

With Stephanie though?

No.

It had to be perfect.

The first time they touched, it couldn't be foreplay.

His sudden movements broke Stephanie out of the brief fever dream she had fallen into. The thought of Paul going down on her made her head spin in delicious anticipation. And just like that, his face was there and he was back on top of her again. She wasn't disappointed. How could she be when she could feel the hardness pressing into her thigh? But she didn't want it pressing into her thigh. She wanted it inside her. Needed it, in fact. Her attraction to him went beyond all reason. They had barely done a single thing and she had never wanted somebody more in her life.

"Hey," Paul called to her quietly, sensing her drifting away. Her eyes were glazed and she chewed on her lip.

"Hey," she smiled up at him, suddenly unsure of…herself…of him…of what they were doing and about to do.

"Do you have…you know?"

His question brought a dose of reality to the moment.

"Actually, wait."

Stephanie lay there, silently watching as he scooted to the floor and pulled his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. Then he pulled two condoms out and chucked it back on the floor. She didn't want to question why he had those on the go. Because it would lead to questions about why a guy who was maybe in a relationship had to carry around condoms in the first place and then that would lead to questions about just what exactly was going on with Chyna and that wasn't a road she wanted to go down. Not when he joined her back on the bed and she shamelessly watched him roll the clear rubber down his raging hard-on. Her eyes were transfixed. Then he was on top of her again, his eyes staring straight into hers and forcing her to look at him.

"No going back." He spoke in a hushed whisper and lined himself up. He was going to fucking die if he didn't get inside her.

"I don't want to."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Paul drove his hips forward and grunted momentarily in sheer panic, stilling himself to make sure he didn't completely lose it. He was mesmerized by the look on her face, by the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head and how her hips arched off the bed. He leaned down to suck on her collarbone as he pulled back and pushed forward again, feeling himself twitch, even inside her, at the heady moan that ripped out of her mouth. It took another slow thrust for them to settle. She needed it to let herself adjust to the feel of him and he needed it to contain himself.

A few moments passed where they were both still, until her eyes snapped open and caught his immediately. They locked together as he started to move, the intensity in their gaze matching the intensity that was circuiting between their bodies. Inside, Stephanie was on fire. It had never felt this good. With every thrust she pushed back, certain that she would never have him as deep as she needed him. She was stretched and filled and oh fuck, he was gradually increasing his thrusts at a pace that was making her head fucking spin. She pulled his mouth harshly to hers, kissing him fiercely and enjoying the immense friction created by every push and pull.

Paul devoured her mouth, leaning his weight on her for a moment before he gripped the sheets on either side of her head and began to pump his hips, no longer caring about holding back. From the sounds she was making, she didn't seem to care either. They had passed that threshold of initial caution and were now at the precipice, where the balance constantly shifted between tenderness and outright fucking each other.

The attraction, the pressure, the tension between them had created this layer of emotion and lust that Stephanie had never experienced before. It heightened her senses and made everything feel so much more intense. Or was it just him? And the way he fit so perfectly inside her? Or the way their hips moved together like they had been doing this all their lives? Every time he drove forward, she met him at just the right angle to create an almost unbearable friction that made her want to scream his name. She needed more.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as they shifted. Paul let go of the bed and pressed their bodies together. He angled his hips down and started thrusting freely, deeply, hard and passionate thrusts that made them both cry out in pleasure. He kissed her again. Gently bit her lower lip and sucked it after. Kissed her neck. Sucked her earlobe and then the other. He couldn't get enough of her. All the while he drove deeper, getting off even further at the sounds of her ragged moans.

"Paul."

His name on her lips nearly ended him.

They rocked together in a frenzied heap. Their joint heavy breaths and moans filled the room, growing more frequent as their pace quickened and the sound of it echoed off the walls. The slap of skin on skin. The slight creak in the bed. The quiet rustling of the sheets.

"Oh fuck." It came out as a half grunt, half sigh.

His heavy voice sparked a rush deep in her gut. Stephanie flailed wildly, the quick and sudden rush of orgasm flooding between her legs and sending shots of pleasure to the tips of her toes. Her body shivered and shuddered under him as he kept pushing, giving a few more surging thrusts before he too exploded in sheer pleasure.

Try as he might, he couldn't stop himself from collapsing on top of her. It was reassuring to feel just how hard she was trying to catch her breath because he was exactly the same, absolutely breathless. He couldn't decide if it was from the sex or from the depth of emotion he was experiencing in that moment.

They had finally acted on every lingering touch and every heated gaze. Every flirtatious joke that went too far and every lustful stare of desire. Paul felt his breathing slowly return to normal but his heart was still hammering in his chest, or was that hers?

He pulled his head back to look at her. He had to know what she was thinking but didn't dare ask the question. When her eyes finally opened it sent the strangest sensation coursing through his body. She looked so relaxed and a little smile flirted with her lips.

Stephanie was forced to pull herself from the dreamy haze she had fallen into. Her body was still pulsing from the aftershock of her release. There was no way he didn't feel it and she didn't care. She wanted him to know how incredible that felt and was just about to tell him when her breath caught in her throat. His face was so serious and his eyes? His eyes had turned to a shade of golden brown. She had never seen them that color before and had never seen that look on his face.

The moment grew heavy between them and Paul physically had to snap himself out of it. What the fuck was wrong with him? He let out a sheepish chuckle as he pulled out of her and rolled to his back. They both lay there in silence. It should have been awkward but it wasn't. Their hands found each other in the space between their bodies.

"Paul"

"Steph."

They spoke at the same time and quietly laughed together. Then their eyes met and the electricity started up again.

Paul could lie there all damn night just looking at her but there was one other thing he'd rather do more. He finally separated from her and took care of the used condom before returning to the bed with a smirk on his face.

"You know what I'm thinking?" he asked.

Stephanie felt giddy. She knew what he was going to say and couldn't wait for him to say it. "What?"

"I got one more of those and…"

"You don't think we should use it right away?"

His eyes grew wide and she burst out laughing. "Actually I was going to suggest that we do use it right away but I like your idea much better." He rolled on top of her, keeping his weight off by propping up on his elbows and started teasing her neck.

She threw her head back and sighed, hooking her leg around his waist and trying not to shiver at the feel of his fingers tickling her thigh. Her head was spinning. She loved that they had fallen right back into their flirtatious banter. She loved it even more that they were saying things to each other they would have said before and never been able to act on. Except now she was lying in bed with him after having the best sex of her life and they were about to do it all over again.

Everything had changed.

It wasn't love. Not yet. She just knew she had never felt this way about anybody before. And while she wasn't naive enough to think she was in love with him, she was fully prepared to let herself believe that she could be. That she would be. That they were supposed to be together and that this was all happening for a reason.

As he kissed her neck and his hands teased wherever they could touch, she pushed those thoughts out of her mind and gave herself to the moment.

It would be the first night in a lifetime of nights they would spend together.

They were no longer on the edge.

It was real.

They were real.

And there was no going back.