((So sorry this took so long, but it's been one crazy few weeks. My cousin had her quincenera, and I was the dama de honor. SHe looked like a princess, and I am so proud of her! I have fake nails. THey used some secret NASA glue to put them on and I don't know how to get the litttle fuckers off. It's super hard to type, so I apologize for any delays. That being said, I have a question... I can post this chapter by chapter, and have about a 10 daydelay between each, or type the whole story up and have AT LEAST a month delay before posts become fairly frequent... Give me imput please! Oh, and thank you so so much my first reviewer socalledsara!))


"Oh God, Charli's right! I do always wait the last minute! Shit, where am I going to find a partner?" Melina fretted Her long hair was down her bare back in curls. Her chest was pushed up to gravity defying heights. Her skirt was almost indecent. In her opinion, she looked pretty damn good. So why the hell did she not have a partner for tonights match! Ordinarily, she'd call it off, but while Charli forgave her, her friend was still plenty pissed off. If she backed out, it would only give Charli enough fuel for her grudge to turn into a full-fledged issue.

"Are my boobs too saggy? Is my ass too big?" she shrieked, pushing her breasts together and up, checking her ass out in the mirror. She paled as she picked her head up from staring down and looked up at the doorway as she heard a small cough

"Miss Perez?" Someone shoot her. Just kill her know. Of all the people on the SmackDown! Roster -no, the whole WWE- to walk into her room while she was obsessing again, it would just have to be Dave Batista. Lord...she was so embarrassed. Especially after he'd realized that for the past minute , instead of checking herself out, she'd been checking him out.

"See something you like?" Batista asked, leaning casually in the doorway.

"Yes. I mean...No. Wait...maybe?" Melina flushed. Ever since they'd cut that whole sexual harassment promo -yes that was one of the few scripted things in WWE-, Melina'd be lying to herself if she said his kisses (how ever staged they were) didn't haunted her dreams. More often than she'd ever admit. Batista let out a little laugh.

"So do I," he informed her, smirking a bit. Her blush deepened and she nearly bit through her cheek.

"Oh..."She stammered out.

"Heard you needed a partner,"Batista continued off-handedly

"You offering?"

"If you're willing...to ah...um..." Dave stammered out flushing deeply for the first time since he'd started talking to her, although she honestly made him want to.

"I'm not some whore, Dave," she sighed softly, looking almost hurt. "If you don't expect anything besides the same to you the next time you need a partner, than I'd be happy to accept,"

"I didn't mean it like...Nevermind. I'd be happy to help you. Nothing required," Melina's face broke into a grin.

"We'll crush them," she squealed happily, bouncing on her heels and stumbling. Dave moved swiftly into the room, catching her arm and quickly helping her up.

"Thanks," she swallowed. "You...um.. can let go of me now,"she said nodding, even though it was the last thing she wanted him to do.

"Right," he said, letting go of her arm and stepping away from her nervously

"See you out there then?"

"Uh-huh."

She was flying. What more could she ask for? Sure, she was probably doing some degree of precautionary whoring, but for once she didn't have to use her body to spend time with him. She let out a girlish giggle and fklopped back onto the couch.

"Charlotte. Charlotte, answer me!" Christian pouted. The said woman was sitting taping her wrists purposefully ignoring him. When he gaave her a too cute puppy dog look, she relented

"I hate that name. How'd you find out about it?" she sniffed sulkily

"Looked it up. It suits you, to some degree. It suits your feminine side, and before you say anything Charlotte, I know you have one,"

"Yeah, well, it's damn hard to find, and you know it,"

"It's easy to see, when you look hard enough. It's easily to see now though," he smirked at her a bit as she glared at him.

"I'd have hooped you'd have enough sense to know I wouldn't like to be dressed up like deformed Barbie," Christian looked her up and down slowly, shaking his head at her short tangerine colored skirt and black tank.

"You don't look like that," he said softly, his eyes lingering on her barely covered legs before swallowing hard and smiling up at her. "Plus... we match,"

"It makes me look like a radioactive carrot," she pouted. "And we're matching.. Something is not right," Christian grinned down at his own uniquely colored pants. "It's hideous ,"

"C'mon," Christian rolled his eyes. For a moment Charli was really worried she offended him

I shouldn't cared this much she scolded herself. Those thoughts abandoned her as he smiled at herself

"I think you look... not hideous," he commented offhandedly. As he moved his arm around her waist, he noticed her tense. "It's just for show," he said quickly. Yeah. Show. He swallowed a bit as she shrugged arranging his arm so he wasn't leading her. He placed it back on her hip challengingly. He forced her to take a few steps forward. She huffed indignantly, pushing her weight against him. He stumbled backwards and smirked triumphantly when he ragained his balance. Charli smirked at him and give him a hard shoe backwards. Christian cursed loudly and grabbed onto the solidest thing there- Charli. She gasped and slammed into his muscular chest. They fell to the ground, nose to nose. Christian met her gaze, watching her eyes drift close. He almost -almost- kissed those wonderfully curvy bow-like lips of hers. He wanted to more than anything. But his mouth didn't cooperate, as per usual.

"Damn baby, if you wanted to be on top all you had to do is ask," Charli snapped out her trance and scrambled off him. Christian missed the warm weight she had brought.

Charli was positive Christian was disgusted. Hell, she was disgusted with herself. She practically through herself at him!

Christian wrapped his arm around his waist again, running his slender fingers over the bones under her soft skin. She shuddered slihjtly as he dragged his calloused hands across the Celtic tattoo.

"Like the team?" he murmured in her ear. She snapped herself out of her dreamy daze.

"Nah. When I went to get my first tattoo, I asked for a Celtic design. They guy thought I meant the basketball team," she laughed/ Christian laughed as well.

"I don't know why you didn't choke slam him," he commented. Charli grinned

"I didn't...but I did put him in a sleeper hold,"

Suddenly, this whole match thing looked a lot more promising.