"Fucking little bitch…" Hissing under his breath and kicking close the door that lead to the insides of his and Eve's hotel accommodations, the Straight Edge superstar known as CM Punk snarled his lips as he slowly and thoughtfully scanned the room before his eyes.

It was dark and silent, just as he left it; meaning that the vile Jezebel that has outdone him earlier on was peacefully sleeping on his bed while he has spent a good part of the last hour boiling in his rotten mood while taking a walk outside… cursing and spitting a few obscenities about the damn woman.

But it was stupid feeling so angry about such a trivial thing and he knew that he needed to let it go… really, after all it was no big deal but just the way things were. Sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose.

That night it was the bitter taste of defeat the one he was savoring, but if he just sat down and calmed down, he was sure that he could strategize and consequentially sip from a big cup of sweet victory; because losing one battle didn't mean losing the entire war…

Running his hand down his face and walking inside, Punk pushed the inside of his lip with his tongue and then snorted.

"War? Alright this is getting stupid…" He said to himself. And really, wasn't him the one that claimed never to sleep? If so, then why it was that he was feeling so crabby because of a bed?

Besides, if he would have been alone in that room, he would either be down at the gym pushing himself to the limits of exhaustion or dozing off at the couch after flipping through the channels endlessly.

He wouldn't have touched that bed in favor of the couch… he knew that.

Ah, but it wasn't about the bed; it was a matter of who could push more and that night Eve got the best of him and well, he hated that. He hated that she used her evil womanly tricks on him and what was worse, he hated that they worked.

Now, he didn't know how it happened and what he has been thinking, but he didn't push her away hard enough when she hinted that she was going to kiss him.

Yeah, he didn't allow it to happen at first but for a moment he almost did. It was just… weird thinking about it and it pissed him off to no ends.

Tilting his head up and half closing his eyes, the Chicago native walked in a straight line towards the bedroom door and once standing in front of it he took from his pocket his men-wallet and out of it he grabbed one of his credit cards.

With it, he proceeded to unlock the door in a way he has learned in his days at the Indies, through trickery.

Biting down a smile once he unlocked and opened the door, Punk walked inside. It was dark in that room too but because his eyes were already adjusted, he had no problem spotting the bed and the woman sleeping on top of it.

He walked straight to her, climbing on his knees on top of the mattress after kicking off his shoes.

Now, he didn't plan beforehand what he wanted to do once in that bed, but judging by the options he could either wake her up by grabbing her legs and dragging her out of bed or he could simply lay down at her side and try to catch a bit of sleep.

She would be mad with either one of those options but he still wasn't sure which one he wanted to pull off.

Thinking and lowering his olive green eyes to her, he scanned her sleeping form. She was just there, laying on her side with one hand tucked under her face, her lips pursed together, her long eyelashes almost brushing her cheekbones and her eyes shut to the world.

She looked almost fragile and even innocent like that and for a moment he hesitated about going on with his stupid plans of retaliation. After all she was just a woman; a vile one but a woman nonetheless.

"Nah," He said out loud. "This woman can't keep up with me.

Clear on what he had to do, he pulled the blanket away from her body to search for her legs and once they were uncovered, he grabbed her by the ankles and gave a hard pull.

"Rise and shine sweetheart, time to take the couch."

Probably surprised and startled by being waken up in such a rude manner, Eve swung her arms in the air and gasped. Punk smiled slyly at that, but when one of her hands hit him hard in the face, the smile died and it was replaced by an angry snarl.

"What… no!" Eve yelped while grabbing a handful of Punk's hair with both hands and yanking hard at it. "Get off!"

With fingers that weren't his own clasped in his hair, Punk felt his head being jerked down and he cussed, his face meeting the mattress up close and personal while a knee connected to his lower stomach.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked in a strangled gasp as he tried to stop Eve from hitting him once again with her knee.

"Me? What are you… doing?" She yelled, her legs kicking and moving, trying to get him off of her.

But because her iron clasp grip on his hair hadn't loosen up, he was basically hovering over her, his face buried against the mattress and his shoulders pressing hard against hers.

"Get your hands off!" He yelped, his voice muffled down.

"You get off!"

The bitch… placing his hands against the mattress, Punk pushed himself up. That maneuver was hurtful to his scalp but once he managed to lift enough, he grabbed for her hands and forced her to release his hair.

Now, immobilizing her proved to be tricky because the woman was quick even when half asleep and because he didn't want to use all his strength against her; but once he managed to hold her hands with his on top of her head and once her legs where at each side of his hips so she wouldn't use them against him, the woman didn't represent much of a threat for him.

"Get off of me." Hissing through clenched teeth, Eve demanded, her green eyes delving hard against Phil's own.

"So you can kick me again? No way."

"Oh you are such a pervert, aren't you?" Eve said bitterly, still trying to push him off with no luck.

Punk snorted. "A pervert? Don't flatter yourself, you are not even that pretty for me to…"

Interrupting him, Eve snorted. "Oh no? Then what other explanation do you have for the fact that you sneaked into my room, got in my bed and attacked me in my sleep?"

He laughed at her ridiculous logic, releasing her hands because the last thing he wanted was for the damn woman to think he was doing this as a way to feel her up because he wasn't… he had only wanted to get her off of the bed and out of the bedroom.

But the second after he let go of her hands she attacked him, hitting him in the face, scratching at his cheeks and starting to push her thumbs hard against his eyelids.

He just had to grab hard at her hands once again or else she was going to do a number on him. "Okay that's enough." He spat angrily and as a mechanism of defense she started to scream.

It was a hideous sound and Punk almost released her hands once again just so he could cover his ears.

"Come on, stop that. I'm not even hurting you!" He yelled, his jaw clenching hard but she just wouldn't stop screaming.

Not knowing what else to do, he cussed, grabbed both her wrists with one of his hands and with the other he covered her mouth. That worked for a while, but then she started to struggle with all her strength and he had to put all his efforts on keeping a hold on her.

"Stop it!" He demanded, taking the palm of his hand from her mouth only so she would start yelling again out of the top of her lungs.

If she kept it up, she was going to wake up the entire hotel and wanting to prevent that, he did the only thing that came to mind; he pressed his mouth hard against hers.

That seemed to take her by surprise and he smiled in triumph, but just because he knew she would continue screaming if he pulled off, he pressed even harder against her.

Now, he wouldn't say that he was kissing her per see; there was no passion in it and well, it was just a set of lips pressing against another. He wasn't trying to deepen things and he wasn't looking for a response on her part, he just wanted her to shut up.

"No-" Eve mumbled against his lips as she tried to move her head to the side, but Punk's face followed her, his lips glued to hers.

It wasn't until a couple of seconds passed by that he pulled away and groaned. "Will you keep that mouth shut?"

"Screw you, Punk! I don't know who do you think you are but you can't…"

Before she could finish, Punk rolled his eyes and went back to pressing his lips to hers. He did it harder this time, releasing her hands so he could grab her face.

And much like she did before, the moment her hands were free she started to use them against him. Only that this time he used his strength to his advantage and holding her by the face, he pulled her up.

Once sitting and with her hands pushing at him desperately, Punk pulled her against him so when he got off the bed, she went with him.

Sure, she got off struggling and dragged by him but the point was that she was now on the floor on her tip toes while the taller man held her close; one hand in her face and the other one securing her by the waist.

Things were happening fast, so fast that he was basically the first one to feel surprised when his thumb moved to her chin to pull down at it, providing a gap in her mouth that he used to sneak his tongue right in.

He didn't know why or how that came to happen, but still holding her and with her hands placed against his chest to push him off, he swirled his tongue around hers.

He tried to do it quickly, very aware that she could bite him off at any given moment. But she didn't, she pushed at him and groaned against his lips but she didn't bite him off.

A bit motivated, he deepened the kiss for a while longer, tilting his head to the right as his tongue did a slow exploration of the sweet cave of her mouth.

She never complained and she didn't put much impetus of getting him off of her as he would have expected and that made him remember himself. This was Eve Torres… and he was kissing her?

Pulling away and taking his hands away from her, Punk pursed his lips as he watched her watching him with eyes as big as plates. Neither one of them was saying anything… they were both too shocked to react.

But then Punk snorted; ran his hand down his face and turned around. "Keep the fucking bed… I don't want it anyways."

With that said, he walked out of the bedroom and once again out of the room.