It wasn't until the distinctive sound of the main door being closed against its hinges got to resound all through the room that Eve Torres decided to finally open her emerald green eyes to a new day.
She did it slowly, her heavy lidded orbs adjusting to the bright light of the morning and of course, looking around to corroborate that she was really alone.
But even though she couldn't see or hear a soul moving around, the young Diva didn't dare to move a muscle until she would be entirely sure that Punk was already outside the premises of the hotel room the two of them were sharing.
Yeah, silly as it sounded she wanted to be certain because what would happen if he was still inside when she decided to drag herself out of the bedroom? To her that wouldn't do because the last thing she needed in that moment was an early encounter with the man that was making her feel like a stranger in her own skin.
That was the reason why she remained frozen in bed for the good part of the next five to ten minutes, to make sure that he was really gone.
Staying in bed for those extra minutes didn't seem to be too much of a problem, after all she has been awake for a long while by then but because she has known him to still be there, she just refused to move or even open her eyes.
But now a sepulchral silence was ruling her surroundings and that meant that maybe, just maybe he was really gone. She couldn't hear him walking around and through the open door that separated the bedroom to the rest of the suite, she couldn't see him either.
Pursing her lips, Eve sat on top of the bed and ran a hand through her brown hair while thinking about Punk. Sure, it was ridiculous that she was sitting there thinking about him, but it was just that she just didn't get what was happening to her when it came to that man.
True, most of the time she couldn't stand him, of that there was no doubt; he with his snarky comments and tedious attitude made for lousy company and more often than not she wanted nothing more than to slap his infamous smug smirk out of his face. But there were other times… times like last night when she felt inexplicable drawn to him and that was something she couldn't deny.
Whatever it was, the Punk situation was something that she didn't want to feel. Not with Punk and not with anyone so the best she could do was pretend that nothing ever happened; after all, they already had an unspoken agreement of not discussing the time she succumbed to her weakness and ended up sleeping with him, so why should she worry about last night when nothing really happened.
But at the same time, she just knew that Punk wasn't going to let her forget about last night. No, she already sensed that there was going to be mockery in his eyes whenever he looked at her and his choice of words for her were going to get even worse and to be completely honest, she couldn't stand the thought.
And all that because of what? She wasn't even sure. All she knew was that she basically threw herself at him and he refused her.
Closing her eyes at the memory, Eve's cheeks flushed a deep rosy red and she shook her head in dismay.
Yeah… Punk was definitely going to have a feast at her expenses. He was now going to remind her day in and day out of the way she almost begged him for sex. And the worst part, she hadn't even been drunk!
Sure, she had a few glasses of wine but that didn't mean that she was drunk. No, even though a bit tipsy, she has been in all control of her acts and still she offered herself at him with no shame whatsoever…
But who was to say that he needed to know that she hadn't been drunk. She could blame it all on the alcohol and he would buy it. Yeah that would probably mean that he would add the drunk adjective to his not so nice repertory for her, but in her book it was better if he thought she has been a drunk craving for a mindless sex encounter than a sober pathetic woman wanting a man that was nothing but an ass to her.
But why care anyway? Her hell was going to end soon because it was the last day of the tour. Meaning, before night would creep back on her, she was going to be on her way back to the States and then she wasn't going to see Punk on regular basis.
For all she knew, she was going to be future endeavored as soon as she set foot on American soil so who really cared about Punk?
Getting up to her feet, Eve kicked off her pants and marched straight toward the bathroom. Once there she brushed her teeth, cleansed her face and then she stripped off the rest of her clothes.
Last night she passed out without taking a shower and she felt like she was in dire need of one; washing up would make her feel better, that was what she needed and she sure took her time doing it.
Now, once she was done, she pulled the shower curtain open and grabbing a towel to wrap around her body she walked out.
Of course, first she took a peek outside to make sure she was still alone because she didn't want to repeat the same mistake over and over again, and it was only when she corroborated that there was no one that she went on and made it into her bedroom.
That's where she saw him, in her bed; laying over her mattress with his arms comfortably under his head and his eyes closed.
As soon as she saw him she halted on her tracks, feeling a bit startled at the sight of him. When did he walk backed in? Why didn't she hear him? Why was he on her bed?
Before she could answer all those questions, the current WWE Champion blinked his olive green eyes open and stared directly into her eyes.
Had he always looked at her like that? Had his eyes always dug so deep into her own? She wasn't sure, all she knew was that she had to break to stare and soon.
Clutching the towel harder, Eve snarled her lips and shook her head. She didn't want him to know how his presence affected her so she put on a front.
"Do you mind?" She said curtly, making a motion with her hand for him to get out. "I want to change."
Punk didn't even bat an eyelash at her words; he just curved his lips slyly and replied. "Go ahead, you have nothing under that towel that I haven't' seen before… or touched for that matter."
Her jaw clenched at that comment and she lifted her head defiantly. "Very clever to say, should I feel impressed?"
Punk got to his feet and walked to her, making Eve feel very self-conscious. There she was, with her defenses down, clad in nothing but a towel and with him so near to her.
It was as if she was living a deva-vu moment and that notion right there made her swallow hard. Yes, she remember what happened last time she was in a situation like this one and she didn't like it one bit. After all she still hadn't put her thoughts in order and she was afraid that if pushed in the wrong direction, she could end up in the same predicament as before.
"I didn't come to you to be clever, I came to talk about last night."
Rolling her eyes, Eve turned her back to him and walked out, her intention: seeking refuge in the bathroom. "I don't want to talk about it so save your breath."
But Punk was quick, he moved with the swiftness of a wild cat and in a matter of nothing he was once again in front of her.
"Oh but we are going to talk about it and sort it out whether you want it or not, Eve."
"Punk-" She started to say in feign exasperation, her eyes closing while she folded her arms securely against her chest. "Just forget about last night, ok?"
That was what she was going to do to, forget and move on. It wouldn't be the first time she would have to do something like that so it was no big deal.
"Forget it, you say?" He asked, his tone sounding more than a bit amused. "You spent a small fortune of my money in those ridiculous shoes and purse and you want me to forget it? No, you are going to return them and you are going to do it right now so go and get dressed."
Opening her eyes and finding that he was still too close for comfort, Eve realized that he wasn't talking about the way she kissed him and tried to convince him to sleep with her. What he was talking about was the little purchase she did with his credit card.
He probably didn't even pay mind to her behavior and there she was, drowning in a glass of water.
Shaking her head in a mix of embarrassment and disbelief, the Diva looked away and snorted. "I'm not going to return anything." No, there were things in life she would never do and walking into a Louboutin boutique to return merchandise was one of them. "Keep them if you want or burn them, but I won't go with you to return them."
And she wasn't going to pay him either so he better not even ask.
Putting her legs into motion, Eve swirled on her feet and turned around. But before she could take another step, Punk grabbed her arm and forced her to go back to him.
"Don't touch me." She hissed, placing her hands on his chest to push away from him.
Not that Punk allowed her to get away; no, what he did was wrap an arm to her waist to bring her even closer, so close that her chest was pressed hard against him.
Looking angrily up to his taller frame, Eve arched an eyebrow while trying to ignore the way her heart started to beat hard against her ribcage. "Punk… I'm not playing here so get your hands off of me."
Now, her voice didn't come out with the confidence she has intended, but how could she manage when looking into those eyes felt as if she was staring into an bottomless well that wanted to pull her in?
It was just… she didn't even get it, but if she was sure about something, it was that she couldn't trust herself when she had him so close. What if he decided that he wanted her after all? Deep in her mind she knew she wasn't going to put much resistance and she couldn't allow that to happen again.
"Come on, we've danced this dance before so stop pretending that you hate it. I mean we both know that just last night you wanted more than my hands on you, so…" As he said that, Eve noticed that his tone was extremely cocky and she hated him for it.
He knew what she was doing to her. He knew that even thought she could hardly stand him, she also wanted to feel what he made her feel that night not so long ago.
"That was last night; today all I want is for you to leave me alone." She said, her eyes locked to his amused ones and her body making no attempt to move.
"Bullshit. But I'm not going to judge; fuck, I'll even admit that my business with you is not entirely about the shoes and in return you'll confess that last night wasn't the alcohol talking. You want me, Eve; you can deny it all you want but the truth is written all over your face. Sure, you don't understand it because you can barely stomach me and would rather see my head were my feet are, but the fact remains that you still want me. Admit it."
Clenching her jaw and hoping that he wouldn't notice the slight tremor that just ran down her spine, Eve lifted a hand and brushed her hair confidently behind her ear. "I don't have to admit anything." And she wasn't going to. What for? So that he could use it against her later on? No way.
"Of course you don't have to." He said knowingly, his voice low and enticing. "You don't have to say a word and I don't really need to hear them because I know-"
His confident tone irking her to no end, but at the same time, his closeness, the memory of what his fingers could make her feel and the way he was looking at her was too much and she was sure that he was going to tear the truth out of her.
"And I know because the same happens to me."
With that said he let go of her and took a step back, then without moving his eyes away from hers, he tilted his head and pushed his lip ring with the tip of his tongue.
"Now go and get dress, we still have some unresolved issues with this Christian Lo-whatever to attend to."
After his words were said, Eve blinked her eyes a couple times and feeling the need to rush, she turned around and walked straight towards the bedroom.
She did it without closing the door, knowing that Punk could walk in at any given moment and why deny it, wanting him to follow her.
He didn't though, and when she looked over her shoulder she saw him taking a seat over the couch without even sparing her a glance.
What was wrong with her?
Yeah, what he said out there was true. She didn't like him in essence, but she wanted him. His constant name-calling and the assumptions about her life bothered her, but her flesh still craved for him…
Sitting over the bed and cradling her face against her the palm of her hands, Eve snorted bitterly.
Maybe everyone was right. She was bad apples, she has been damaged for so long that now she was willing to feel content with an empty act of false love-making. And with Punk?
The man was nothing but an jerk… a jerk that knew how to kiss but a jerk nonetheless.
"Punk." She called out loud, part of her hoping that he wouldn't hear and another part waiting impatiently for his response.
She wasn't sure which of the two was worse but taking in a deep breath, she dropped her hands to her lap and fixed her gaze at the door.
The response never came, but soon the image of the so called Voice of the Voiceless appeared in front of the door and she stared at him while feeling unsure. She couldn't read his thoughts or his intentions, but something in his eyes was telling her that he knew why she called him and he was just waiting on her word.
He said it himself, he wanted her so it shouldn't surprise her that he wanted her right then.
"It will be just this time." Wasn't that what she said the first time they slept together? "And no one needs to know about any of this."
Punk didn't say anything for a while; he just looked at her through sparkling eyes as his lips curved slightly. "I don't talk in riddles so tell me, are you asking me to have sex with you?"
No, she should say, and then she should tell him to go to hell. He was probably messing with her just for the hell of it and imagine how humiliating it would be to be brushed off a second time for CM Punk.
By all rights it should be the other way around, he should be the one asking for it and not her.
But instead of following what her brain was telling her to do, she took in a deep breath and blinked her eyes slowly. "Yes, that's what I'm asking."
He walked to the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. "And I'm supposed to say yes just like that? At least last night you were trying to convince me in a much nicer manner."
'And you still said no,' Eve wanted to say; but no words came out of her lips and instead she lifted her face and stared at him.
The amusement in his eyes was mingled with something rawer now; was it lust? She didn't know, but the glint in those olive greens had her hypnotized.
"Stand up." He said and she did as she was told without thinking it twice. She got to her feet without blinking her eyes and when he leaned forward to kiss her, she met him half way.
Now, his lips were just as she remembered and the first thought that ran though her mind was that she particularly liked the way his cool metallic ring contrasted with the warmest of his kiss.
It was an interesting feeling, one that she got to experience with him for the first time because well, she has never kissed a guy with a lip ring before Punk; and not only that, the feeling only intensified when he parted her lips with his also pierced tongue to deepen the kiss.
Not that he lingered much kissing her, because before she could really get into the moment, he pulled his face away and clicked his tongue to the inside of his cheek.
"Go ahead, convince me." He said darkly, placing a hand on her shoulder and adding a slight pressure.
That was all he needed to do for her to know what he was actually requesting from her and once again, her brain started screaming at her that she needed to stop being so weak for him.
What he wanted was too much… she wouldn't… she shouldn't.
But yet again, she didn't pay any mind to her brain and gave into the pressure, sitting on the edge of the bed as her hands reached for the waistband of his basketball shorts to pull them down.
No word was exchange as this happened, but when the shorts were down and Eve's hand reached forward to touch Punk through the fabric of his boxers, he sucked in a breath.
Little as it was, that encouraged the woman to do more and she went ahead and grabbed him firmly in her hand. By then he was only semi-hard so she pressed her lips against the bulge hiding under his underwear, kissing and then running her tongue against him as she began to move her grip up and then down his entire length until he started to grow harder and thicker.
"That's good." He whispered almost dryly and Eve refused to look up into his eyes.
Instead she focused in the work at hand, sliding his boxers out of her way so that she could have a much personal encounter with CM Punk in his very essence.
Wanting to hear him suck in a breath once again, Eve darted her tongue out and touched the base of his erection, slowly licking a path to the crown of his sex and then wrapping her lips around him so she could suction lightly.
"Ah fuck."
Her little action did more than make him suck in a breath, he gasped and blurted out an obscenity and despite the situation, Eve smiled.
Did she have him convinced already? Probably, the way his hands came down to tangle in her hair and the fact that he was hard as a stone was a good indicator, but that didn't mean she wanted to stop.
No, small as they were, his responses only made her want to do more.
Closing her eyes and leaning even closer, the polemical Diva took everything that she could into her mouth and the rest she started to stroke. That definitely tear a better response out of Punk, it made him growl low in his throat as he bucked his hips forward.
"I've wanted you to do this since last night; fuck, last night I wanted to come back into this room and fuck you until you had no choice than to cry my name out loud."
Taking him out of his mouth so that she could run her tongue over the protruding vein in his erection, Eve hummed. "But you didn't."
That made him snort. "You were drunk." Before she could reply to that false statement, Punk grabbed her by the shoulders and made her stand up. "But now you are not."
Pressing his lips to hers, Punk kissed her once again. He kissed her as he lay her down on the bed and then he kissed her throat; he also kissed her shoulders, her chest and down her navel, he kissed her stomach and her thighs and when his mouth was close enough, he kissed her sex.
Gasping at the feeling of that last kiss, Eve closed her eyes and pressed the tip of her fingers to her lips. She didn't want to overreact, but when his tongue darted out and parted her lower lips so that he could taste the essence of her womanhood, she couldn't help but to moan brokenly.
"That's it, let me hear you, let me know that you really want it." After saying that, he rested on his stomach and accommodated his torso between her thighs, using his fingers to spread her nicely.
Feeling way to exposed but too aroused to care, Eve blinked her eyes open and looked at him. He was entranced looking between her legs so he didn't even notice, occasion that she used to wonder once again about what was she doing.
This was CM Punk looking at her so intimately, the same CM Punk she couldn't stand!
But before some reasoning could invade her mind, Eve felt one of his fingers feeling her around and she almost jumped at the contact.
"Relax," He said and then he leaned forward to run his tongue against her.
What he started doing after that was simply amazing and it had all her senses on alert; the way his tongue lapped at her entrance, the feeling of his barbell running smoothly and expertly around her clit… it was… she couldn't even put coherent words into it.
By the time he pulled away she was on the edge of losing it, and when he pulled away and dragged her up against him, she went with him without wasting a though on it.
He kissed her again then, making her taste herself from his tongue. His hands started to roam freely, her own hands started to explore and with the rest of his clothes discarded and her towel tossed somewhere in the floor, the morning saw the two of them tangled together and kissing endlessly.
He entered her when she was straddling his lap, she wasn't even sure how she got there but when the hard and hot feeling of his member sliding into invaded her, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and took him all the way in.
"God," She whispered, pulling away from his kiss and then gasping for some air. Punk took that opportunity to capture her breast with his mouth, sucking at her nipple and then biting into it with just a little bit of pressure.
"Shit, Eve, do you even see what you do to me?" He asked, grabbing her ass to pull her away and then bringing her hard against him once again.
The motion made Eve groan out loud, and when he repeated it again and again she just had to bite hard on her lips and throw her head back. Now, she has never been a fan of rough sex, but that moment with Punk was something out of the ordinary.
The way he was possessively holding onto her, the way his fingers were digging into her flesh, the way his mouth would seek for her breast to suck on her nipples.
"I see it." She panted, her fingers hiding in his hair and her teeth nibbling his ear. "You do the same to me-"
"I know." He said quickly, swirling her around until she was pinned underneath him.
He did that maneuver without slipping out of her, and once she was on her back over the mattress, he grabbed her right leg and placed it over his shoulder.
Looking into his eyes, Eve opened her mouth to moan as he did that. This new angle was making him reach as deep as he could and with every thrust, her pleasure continued to increase.
The whole thing was overwhelming and with Punk's next thrust, the pressure building inside her belly exploded and it escaped through her groin.
Punk seemed to sense her release because without stopping his movements, he immediately covered her mouth with his, his tongue rolling against hers as he swallowed down her moans.
Groaning, holding her hips in place and throbbing warmly inside of her, Punk followed her soon after and while she still rode her release down, his moment came and it came hard.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He chanted against her mouth, the movements of hips pushing his erection hard into her core as he spilled everything he had into her.
By the time he pulled out, her breathing was back to normal and she was spent to the bone. Her limbs were even sore, but her aches were a good kind of ache and so she breathed out contently as she felt her tights getting soaked with his cum.
"You know, I think that we need to consider this as a truce."
Tilting her head to the side, Eve saw Punk laying on his back and staring at the ceiling almost dreamily. "A truce?" She asked, because quite honestly she didn't get it…
Sure, she understood the message, what she didn't understand was that Punk was the one proposing it.
"Well, basically a cease to hostility. That doesn't necessarily mean that we have to like each other, but you know… we don't need to argue and fight all the time."
"Is that a code for we should have sex more often?" Frowning, Eve sat over the bed and searched for a blanket to cover her nakedness. She didn't find one, so she just got to her feet with the intention of going to the bathroom.
"Not at all." He said and despite her gut telling her not to do it, she turned around and faced him. "Not that I would mind, but no… the reality of this all is that I don't do this casual sex thing and before you jump to conclusions no, I'm not asking you to make this into something formal. I'll just take this for a thing you do overseas, you know, what happens in China stays in China; but that doesn't mean that we have to go back to arguing and getting nasty now that we are going back to the States."
Watching him and taking notice that his eyes were wondering down her body, Eve cleared her throat. Was he acting like that because of what she told him about John, or was the intense moment they just spent talking for him?
Whatever that was, she didn't see anything bad about Punk not calling her names. "Does that mean you'll stop being a jerk to me?"
Looking back to her eyes, he snorted. "Is that a legit question? I will always be a jerk, you know that."
"Whatever." She said with a roll of her eyes. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Is that an invitation?" He asked, getting up to his feet.
"Of course not." She said, turning around and walking away.
He was following, she knew it; but hey, like he said, what happened in China stayed in China and last time she checked, they still had a few hours to spear before going back to reality…
TBC