I had to change the rating for this. Sorry if that makes you stop reading, but my muses do whatever they want to do and here they started to get a little… well, you'll see. Thanks for the reviews and sorry it took me a while ;)
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Punk wasn't exactly sure when or how it happened, but apparently, all trace of common sense has abandoned him and now irrationality was taking over his entire being.
How that came to be eluded him; it could be that his mind vacated his body for the time being or that the stars had aligned to make him act at their will or maybe the difference in time zones was affecting him deeply. Whatever it was, the result was that his better judgment was failing him and it was failing him big time.
He just lost it… sometime during the night he has definitely lost it and now that a new day has begun, he still hadn't recuperated it.
It was weird and he really didn't know how to explain it, but if there was something that he knew, it was that if he would be in his right mind he wouldn't have kissed Eve. Not the first time and most definitely not that second time.
Sure, after spending the whole night thinking about that first kiss, he has been absolved by himself of any guilt by repeating in his mind over and over again that it has been a thing of the moment never to be repeated again. He just got caught up and for some reason that he still couldn't explain, he kissed her.
Yeah it has been a huge mistake because kissing Eve of all people was the last thing he needed to be doing; but as bad as he knew the whole thing was, he also knew that the kiss was one of those things where the best action to take was forget and move on and that was exactly what he decided to do.
But then came that second kiss and well… he had no excuse to justify that one.
No, that second relapse couldn't be excused because he had known that he was going to kiss her the moment her back was to him and he didn't even try to stop himself. He just went ahead and did it, throwing his plans of ignoring the woman for the rest of eternity down the drain.
But who knew, maybe he never had a chance of ignoring her for long. At least that was the first thought that ran through his mind that morning when she walked out of the bedroom. Yeah, he tried his best to act as if she wasn't even there but there were some things in life a man couldn't erase from his mind and the memory of Eve kissing him back as her body molded to his in the darkness of the room was one of those.
Oh but that didn't mean that he gave up in that moment, no… his resolution only began to crumble when the two of them got in the golf cart and she had no choice but to sit over him.
When that happened, he only shook his head and snorted quietly, his mind taking notice of the way she was all tensed up and his senses getting invaded by the scent of her soft perfume dancing all around him.
Feeling her like that and with the memory of her lips pressed against his own, Punk started to muse about how easy it could be to forget that the woman was nothing more than a conniving little bitch that would step over anyone so she could get to the top; but thankfully, he wasn't going to fall victim to her charms like both Cena and Ryder did. Yeah, he kissed her once, but back then he was so sure that he was never going to do such a thing again.
No… back then his plan of acting as if nothing happened was still intact.
But then she just had to throw that little comment about him not being man enough and his fate was sealed. What happened back there he did it knowing full well what he was doing. He kissed her because he wanted to… and because apparently, he was weak and stupid.
But that wasn't all, the real problem was in the fact that Eve returned the kiss with the same intensity that he used to kiss her and ever since that happened he hadn't been able to think on anything else.
The memory of her tongue willingly rolling against his, her hands pressing to his chest… the taste of her lips… it was just… it was bad!
"This is Eve, Eve!" He said out loud, his mind swirling with the things Colt told him about her. That she has been Cena's lover while he was married, that she has played with Ryder and a few of the guys in the locker room, that she was probably warming Laurinaitis' bed as a way to keep her job…
So yeah, taking all that in consideration, the woman could be conveniently reacting to his kisses like that just because she wanted to use him as a pawn for her next move. After all he was the WWE Champion and rumor had it that she thrived from power.
So no, he couldn't let himself be dragged into her games. He had better senses than that and it would take more than a pretty face to make him err.
Shaking his head and kicking himself over the way he acted with so much stupidity, the Chicago native opened the door to the Suite that has been assigned to both him and Eve and stepped in.
He has been out practically all day; after their interview he left the premises to do other appearances and Eve remained behind.
That has been a blessing, the interview has been charged with a huge amount of tension and every now and then he could even feel hostility emanating from Eve and menacing to choke him with it and he didn't know how he would have reacted if he had to endure that for the entire day.
But now all hell could break lose, because now it was time again for the two of them to be alone in the room and he wasn't sure what would happen now.
Dropping his card key over the table, Punk took a look around. The suite appeared to be empty, but the door to the bedroom was closed so he was going to assume that Eve was in there.
If that was the case, then it was for the better. After what happened that morning, the less they could interact the better. He wasn't even going to fight for the bed, let her keep it.
With that in his mind, he kicked his sneakers off and then he dragged his hoodie up his torso and slid it off. His plan was to get in the couch and pass out until morning came.
But then he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and his peace was disturbed. It was Eve, she was walking out of the bathroom and as soon as she saw him she halted on her tracks.
Trying to ignore her as he has planned, the tattooed wrestler sat on the couch and grabbed the remote control to turn on the TV.
He was going to play low, because if he didn't talk to her, then she wasn't going to talk to him and they could ignore each other without any problem…
"Let me get this straight with you Punk, next time you get the stupid idea of kissing me, I'm going to slap the taste out of your mouth."
Arching an eyebrow, Punk blinked slowly. But he didn't even look her way nor did he responded, he just sat there while giving the impression that he wasn't even listening.
"Are you listening to me?"
By her tone, Punk was going to assume that she was mad. Not that she had any right to be so. Hadn't she kissed him back? Yeah, he was pretty damn sure that she had so what was her deal?
Besides, for all he knew, her words could be a part of a plan to get to him. He had a fair understanding of the way women operated and her act of being pissed off could be just that, an act.
Yeah, after all women never said what they meant and they never meant what they said. Or who knew, going in that same line, it could also be that there was no plan in the way she reacted to him and that she plain and simple wasn't completely immune to him as she wanted to portray.
Snorting at that thought, Punk ran his hand down his jaw. Eve, Eve, Eve… what the hell was she doing to him that he was even-
Before he could finish that line of thinking, Eve walked to him and yanking the control out of his hand, she looked down to him.
"Are we clear?"
Running his tongue over his upper teeth, Punk's eyes moved to her. She was just standing there, creating a barrier between his vision and the TV. Her with her body covered in a thin silky robe that ended at mid-thigh and her hair pulled into a pony tail at the back of her hair; and as she stood there, her eyes shining a brighter shade of green than what he has ever seen on her and her flawless skin clean of make-up, Punk couldn't help but to come to the conclusion that she was as beautiful as she was wicked.
Yes, and that was something he needed to remember.
Clearing his throat, he curved his lips into a smirk and against his better judgment; he decided to open his mouth.
"Don't worry sweetheart, I have no plans of kissing you ever again. I don't want to get Cena's sloppy seconds. Now if you excuse me…"
What came next Punk didn't see it coming; in fact, he didn't even have time to react to it. He just felt the way her open palm connected harshly to his cheek and next thing he knew his head was rolling to the side.
Closing his eyes for a second and tilting his head to up, he used his tongue to run it along the inside of his cheek. Then he opened his eyes to find himself staring deep into Eve's smoldering green orbs.
She wasn't saying anything, but her eyes were talking volumes of her anger and he snorted in disbelief while slowly getting up to his feet.
Sure, he has been hit harder than that, but he still didn't appreciate the fact that she slapped his face. "Don't hit me again, that's a free advice I'm giving you."
Lifting her chin defiantly, the WWE Diva snarled her lips. "What, are you going to hit me back? You lay a finger on me and I swear you will regret it the rest of your life." Eve hissed, her face even flushing with the intensity of her ire.
Punk shook his head. No, he wasn't going to hit her, that wasn't his style when it came to the fairest sex, but that he wouldn't hit a woman didn't mean that he was going to sit there and let her abuse his face.
He had enough with the number she did last night and he had the marks to prove it. She has scratched at him so hard that her fingernails left a few red marks on his cheeks.
Using his right hand, he grabbed her chin between his fingers and arched an eyebrow. "Let's just put it this way; you said that if I kiss you you'll slap me. Well, you slap me and I'll kiss you."
"Don't touch me."
She said through clenched teeth while pushing his hand away. By then she was beyond pissed, Punk could feel her anger radiating out of her skin in huge waves and once again, he opened his mouth to talk a whole bunch of shit.
"But maybe that's what you want, for me to kiss you again. I mean experience is telling me that you won't protest against it and will end up kissing me back. Is that what you want?" He asked, his eyes sparkling as he took a step towards her. "For me to kiss you again? Or is it that you want more this time?"
And really, why else would she have come to him in nothing but a silk robe and her anger to cover her?
At his words, Eve took a step back and then she huffed.
"Don't be ridiculous. I mean look at me and look at you; you are nothing but a disgusting excuse of a man and the last thing I want is your lips or any other part of your anatomy attached to me."
Grinning, Punk tilted his head to the side. He has heard worse insults than that and he was sure that he was still to hear more so her words didn't affect him. Besides, he could read beyond her words and the way she was backing away from him told him that she wasn't exactly meaning what she was saying.
She was interested on his lips getting attached to hers even if it was the sightless bit, he knew because he remembered clearly the way she has melted into his kiss not once but twice so he wasn't entirely buying into her little act.
But if she wanted to play the game of words, he was going to give it to her. "Yeah." He said, taking another step until he had her trapped against a wall. "I forgot that you don't go for disgusting excuses of men unless you can get something out of them. No, lovely Eve Torres only go for married guys and stupid little fucks that would give anything for the opportunity of getting into your pants. But there's something you need to remember, this poor excuse of a man is the WWE Champion so tell me, what's the price I'll have to pay for fucking you right here, right now?"
That did it, for a second time in less than ten minutes she slapped him hard on his face and just as he promised, he darted forward and kissed her full on the lips.
This time, Eve tried to make him step back, her hands pushing insistently against his shoulders and her face trying to escape the kiss. Not that Punk was giving her no room to pull away or to make him stop; no, his lips were glued to hers and because her back was to the wall and he was standing firm in front of her, there was no way she could escape.
Now, the kiss was nothing more than both sets of lips pressed against each other; Eve's mouth was clamped shut and Punk wasn't making any attempt to break pass them. Not that it mattered, that the kiss wasn't running its full potential course didn't stop the dark haired man from cradling the back of her head into the palm of his hand so that he could tilt her face towards him.
Mumbling what he assumed to be a protest against his mouth, Eve's hands slid down his shoulders and they came to rest against his chest. Once there, she tried once again to push him off and when she couldn't, her hands closed into fists while taking a handful of his shirt.
That was his cue to pull apart, but he did it just by moving his face an inch away from hers. "Was that too disgusting to you too?" He breathed out, his eyes getting lost in her wild ones.
What was she doing to him? Why couldn't he just walk away and let things to die on their own?
"Scre-" Eve started to say, but before she could finish, he moved out of instinct and his mouth was covering hers once again.
Going a bit further, he caught her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled lightly at it, the tip of his tongue running smoothly over her moist flesh. It was something he did without thinking but with no intention of deepening the kiss. No; when he started the kiss he had just wanted to prove a point… he didn't know what point but still, his intention had been chaste at their best.
But when he felt the way her lips parted on their own accord so that her tongue could slide out and touch his, he had no remedy but to comply.
That was when the small rational part of his brain that still remained on him deserted him for good.
Tilting his head to the left and with his hand still on the back of her head, Punk allowed his tongue to take control over the situation and in a matter of nothing they were fully kissing.
It was just like it happened that morning and the previous night; all rational thought abandoned him and the only thing he could focus was on the way her tongue felt moving against his and on how her lips tasted faintly like cherry.
It was ridiculous; really, prior to that first kiss he wouldn't have gone and say that he was attracted to her. Yes, the woman was stunning and because he wasn't blind he had noticed, but he worked in a business where gorgeous women would come and go and that didn't mean that he was going to feel attracted to all of them.
But now… it was as if the damn woman has bewitched him and even though he had at least a dozen reasons to pull away, he just couldn't.
Not even the knowledge of her wicked ways and the men she had apparently been with could make him back off; not when all he could do was kiss her as she kissed him back.
As the kiss went on, he felt her hands moving back to his shoulders and then to his neck, resting there to hold him in place. That right there made him wonder about this sudden change in her, she was now willingly getting dragged into the moment and he couldn't help but to wonder if this was indeed an act.
And if it was an act, how far would she be willing to go?
If Colt had it right, the woman would do anything for a cause; the question there was what could she get on going all the way with him? Yeah, he was the WWR Champ, but he honestly couldn't think on how hooking up with him could benefit her.
Shutting his mind from those thoughts, Punk slid his hands from her head to her back, his fingers running down her spine and towards her waist and hips and then all the way to her tights. Once there he dragged his digits back up, only that this time they sneaked right underneath her robe so that he could touch the generous flesh of her round behind.
That's when she pulled away, her breath more than a little labored and her lips moist and swollen. "Don't… do that."
Her words were barely above a whisper and they were told while her hands were still holding his head to her, so paying her no mind, Punk took a handful of her flesh and pulled her hard to him, his lips descending down from her lips and heading to her throat.
By then, the Chicago native was hard and throbbing inside his pants and well, because he was pressed so close against her, there was no way she couldn't feel it against her hip.
"Punk, no… what are you doing?" She asked in a breath, but instead of pushing him away she just threw her head back to give room to his exploring lips.
"What am I doing? Is that a legit question?" He asked in a snort, his hands rolling her panties down her ass and letting the fabric rest against her upper thighs.
Yes, it had to be an act on her part and she was looking to gain something from him. It had to be, there was no other explanation to the whole thing. She was putting no resistance other than her meek words and deep in his mind, he knew that was fishy…
"I think you know what I'm doing." He said in a low tone, his hands settling on her hips and then venturing back to her exposed behind.
Blinking slowly and her cheek coming to rest against his raspy one, Eve didn't say anything; she just allowed him to feel her up for a while until his hand found a way that led him straight between her legs.
He touched her there, finding endearing that the first thing his fingers noticed was the liquid warm heat waiting for him. And he would have said something witty about it, but whatever he was going to say got stuck on his throat as soon as he heard the low gasp that escaped her lips as soon as he touched her.
Finding her mouth to kiss again, Punk parted the lower lips of her sex so that his middle finger could delve deeper. In his exploration, he found the small bundle of nerves she kept hiding down there and he circled it, making her moan into his mouth.
That right there made him twitch in anticipation and he kissed her harder, his tongue invading the sweet cave of her mouth as his finger went ahead and ran circles around her opening. Maybe the finger pressed into her a little, as he was starting to feel it slide into her.
But then, at that invasion, she pulled her head back and with her eyes half closed, she grabbed his arm. "Stop it, I mean it…"
"Do you?" He said, his voice so low that he wasn't sure if he spoke out loud.
Apparently he had, because at the question Eve nodded; but soon after she gave that silent answer and way before Punk could make his finger retreat, her mouth sought for him and Punk went back to what he was doing.
His finger went all the way in without any resistance, getting swallowed into her wet velvety core and making her tremble against him. Punk felt the way her body reacted and for a second he remained still, but then time started to drag and he added movement to his ministrations. His finger sliding in, and then almost out, in, and then back out.
He went at it for a while, kissing her and taking one of her hands and placing it right over the bulge forming inside his pants. Eve didn't protest against that and she even ran the palm of her hand over his length, her fingers circling around him and getting a good feel of him. But then as if she had gotten back to her senses, the young woman tensed up, took her hand away and gathering all the strength in her and she pushed him away.
She didn't give Punk any time to react, one second they were making out and the next one he was being pushed back as his eyes observed the way she started to walk with quick steps towards the bedroom.
It was only when the door closed with a bang that he blinked, his tongue touching his lip ring and his erection left neglected and unattended.
Eve, Eve, Eve… he thought as his hand ran through his hair. What the fuck was she doing to him?