First of all thank you so much for the amazing reviews, you guys are the best and reading what you think of this is inspiring. Also, how bad is it that Eve is gone? Ah, we could have had more interactions between her and Punk and we didn't. It's okay though… it's olay…

Anyway, this is basically a filler chapter to set next chapter; hope you enjoy ;)

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CM Punk has never been good at holding back the most spontaneous part of his nature. You didn't have to know him well enough to be aware of this as it was no big secret than more often than not, the so called Voice of the Voiceless would act on his most wild impulses rather than stopping for a second to consider things.

It was just the way he lived his life; and even though living like that has proved to get him in trouble time and time again, he just didn't know how to act otherwise.

Acting on impulses was a part of him, that was the way it was and he couldn't imagine himself being any other way.

So yeah… basically speaking, Punk rarely considered things until it was too late and this time… well, this time wasn't the exception.

"You are a little tease, that's what you are…" He whispered darkly, dragging his lips away from hers and placing a kiss on the outline of her jaw. As he did that, the Second City Saint opened his eyes to slit and took a good look at the woman he had cornered between a wall and his own body.

Eve's own eyes were glued to his, her dark eyelashes framing the soft green of her orbs and digging deep, and as they stared at each other in that lonely corner of the arena, she bit on her lips and arched an eyebrow. "Me? I'm not teasing you, Punk, so get over yourself."

The tattooed wrestler snorted. Yeah right, if she hadn't been teasing him then what the fuck has she been doing?

"So you were not teasing me? Did I get it all wrong then?" He asked, his hands settling on her hips and bringing her a bit closer to him as his lips helped themselves to get another taste out of her skin.

He kissed down her jaw, his tongue tracing a warm path that lead him straight towards her throat, his teeth nibbling on that soft spot where her pulse was beating rapidly.

"No," She said, but her voice came out in a short puff of breath and she was even giving him room to work on her throat by throwing her head back. "Not everything I do revolves around you-" Her hand moved to the back of his head, her palm holding him in place. "Besides I didn't even notice you around… you were the one who came after me."

"Bullshit." He rasped out, dragging his lips to her collar bone. Of course she noticed him… and of course she has been teasing him.

Now yeah, ever since they came back from their China tour a couple of weeks ago, the two of them hadn't even exchanged a word and let alone any kind of physical contact. No, why would there be any of that when he has meant what he said about their little fling ending as soon as they came back to the States.

But even though he has kept true to his word, there has been a lot of furtive glances from both parts and neither one of them has been shy enough to look away when the other noticed.

He particularly remembered that during the last episode of Monday Night Raw, he has seen her walk into catering in that little purple and gold outfit she used to wrestle and he has been unable to look away. He didn't know what got into him, but it took a lot of his willpower to stay on his spot instead of walking to her, kiss her senseless and in front of everybody make her wrap those long legs around him as his hands roamed around.

He didn't do any of that, of course, that was one of the little occasions where his brain won a battle against his impulses and he just remained there, sitting and looking at her. Ah, but she noticed and almost as if sensing his eyes on her she turned around and stared right at him.

With his eyes he told her that he wanted her and with her eyes she told him that she wanted him too. But then someone called his name, the spell was broken and she was gone.

That night things worked a bit different. He has been stretching in a secluded corner when he saw her, parading through the corridor as if she owned the damn place. She has been alone, she always was… but what really caught Punk's attention that night were her shoes.

He wouldn't know how to explain it, but one look at her triggered something in him that clouded his mind and activated that primitive side of him that wanted nothing more that claiming her for his own. Yeah, that was how it happened and that's why he went after her.

Now, with his mind a bit more clearer, Punk would bet on anything that Eve predicted his reaction and that's why she wore those shoes and walked conveniently in that secluded corner where he was, because she wanted him to go after her.

As for the shoes? Well the little tease was wearing the shoes she bought in China with his hard earned money… the same shoes he has been determined to return and the same shoes she was wearing when they had sex for the last time.

He remembered it clearly, it was the last day of the tour and after sharing a quick shower where they fooled around instead of well, showering, they ended in bed once again.

That day and for some reason, he made her put on the shoes and that way, he took her slowly, so slow that she ended up begging him to end the slow torture by going faster and harder. He didn't comply to her request though; no, as enticing as hearing her moaning words of encouragement so he would change the pace, Punk he took his time and he took a lot of it, thrusting into her core with a calm that was maddening until he himself couldn't take it anymore.

Yes, he remembered it as if it was yesterday… the way he was holding her arms above her head as he dove into her ever so slowly over and over again, the way her legs wrapped tight around his waist and especially the wild look in her eyes when she reached the peak of her passion.

All that he remembered as he saw her walk around and what happened next he blamed on his impulses and his apparent raging libido; he went after her, he followed her steps while taking special notice on the way her hips swayed inside the tight dress she was wearing and now it was this.

"Now look at what you did for being such a little tease," Moving his hands to her ass, Punk pulled her harder against him so that his erection could press to her hip.

Curving her lips into the shadow of a smile, Eve pushed the inside of her lips with her tongue. "I can't be accountable for the fact that you can't control yourself when I do something as simple as walking from one place to the other. Learn to get your act together and things will get easier for you… maybe even softer."

Snorting once again and sucking on his upper teeth, the WWE Champion tilted his head to the side. "Is that so?"

Eve nodded, and when he slid a hand away from her ass to her hip, up her ribcage and to her breast, she just stared at him and let him touch her through the fabric of her dress. "And who told you that you could touch me?"

Her emerald green eyes were deep pools staring straight into his own olive greens and it came to him that he liked that she was always trying to fight him… sure, her words didn't match with her acts but he liked that she would at least try to put a fight on him.

"You did, right when you told me I could kiss you whenever the fuck I wanted to." With that said, his lips covered hers once again and in matter of nothing his tongue was swirling against hers.

She didn't put any kind of resistance, no… she never did and instead she kissed him back with the same intensity, and when both his hands cupped her ass again to lift her against him a bit more, she moaned into his mouth and arched against him.

As they kissed, a dim notion that he was going to mess up even more for doing that crossed his mind; what happened with his believes? Hadn't he compromised them enough because of her as it was? But as it often happened when it came to her, he blocked that notion and focused instead on her.

"I'm going to take you with me tonight after the show." He said, his voice soft but commanding.

With her lips swollen and her eyes sparkling, Eve swallowed down, her fingers playing with the zipper of his hoodie. "And who says I'll go with you? We are not in China anymore, remember?"

Of course he remembered, but he was in a point where he didn't care. He wasn't going to go back to his bus that night and jerk off with the memory of her dancing in his mind as he has done a couple of times now. No, he wanted the real thing and even though she was trying to play difficult, he knew she wanted the same thing.

"Oh you will come, it's either that or I'll rip your panties to pieces and fuck you right through that wall."

"You are too confident for or a guy who is wearing no pants." As she said that, she dragged the zipper of his hoodie all the way down and her eyes followed the motion for a second, but then she arched and eyebrow, stared back into his face and zipped him up to his chin.

Punk's lips curved into a grin, his eyes never leaving hers. She was telling the true, as he was wearing no pants. No, because he has been getting ready to wrestle he was only in his ring attire, one of his shirts and a black hoodie. "Eve, I think you should know by now that I'm never more confident than when I'm wearing no pants. Come with me tonight and I'll remind you."

Humming, the current Diva's champion pursed her lips and looked up to the ceiling as if she was considering his request. She was teasing him… he knew it, so as if to make his point clear, he slid a hand down between her legs and acting as quick as he could, he slipped a finger underneath her panties and gathered some of the wetness flowing out of her.

Eve gasped in surprise and as soon as he touched her in such an intimate place she pushed his hand away and looked around, probably making sure nobody saw him do that. There was no one around though… he knew.

"Are you crazy?" She whispered, her cheeks blushing and her eyes getting darker.

Smirking, Punk took a step back, his eyes refusing to leave her. "Hot and wet, just like I like you the most." With that said, he lifted the finger to his mouth and tasted her essence out of his digit. "Eleven o'clock sharp, I'll look for you out of catering."

Once he said that, he turned around and feeling glad that his hoodie was somewhat covering his not so subtle erection, he walked down the corridor and out of sight.

He didn't interact with her for the rest of the night but he didn't even mind, after all he knew he was going to see her later on and that was all that mattered.

With that knowledge, most of his night went by and it was only when he was getting ready for his match that her name resurfaced again, only that this time it came from a mouth he didn't quite like.

"She's quite an eyeful, isn't she?"

Arching an eyebrow and looking to the side, he saw none other than John Cena. He was standing to his left, his arms crossed to his chest and his eyes focused somewhere in the distance.

Now Punk wasn't sure if Cena was talking to him or if he was talking to himself, but he followed his gaze nonetheless and saw Eve. She was still in the little tight dress she has been earlier on and her hair was lose and falling down her back in soft waves; in other words, she was exactly as he has seen her down in the corridor, only that this time her back was to them and she was talking to Booker T, oblivious to their eyes on her.

Shrugging and looking away, he said nothing.

Oh, but his mind was swirling… did John know something? Did he know about what happened between them in China?

"Especially if you look at her from this perspective… I mean look at that ass, so tight and perfect."

Sucking his lip ring into his mouth, Punk squinted his eyes and held his head up high. For some reason, he wanted to punch all of Cena's teeth out of their gum and consequentially see the bigger man spitting them out and he was trying to weigh the pros and the cons of doing such a thing.

"Drives me crazy every time I see her in one of those little dresses."

Without looking at John and instead staring into the Gorilla Position, Punk snorted, trying to sound indifferent to the whole thing. "Funny that you think about her like that, because I heard that she can't stomach you; by the way, when I say that I mean to say that she wants to see your head where your feet are standing right now."

Chuckling, John turned to him. "Did she tell you that? Oh yeah, I heard you two went to China together and I bet she wasn't shy on putting that little act." As he said that, his eyes shone in amusement and he bit lightly on his lips.

Clenching his jaw, Punk started to feel angry at John. It was weird, as annoyance was the regular feeling that the man provoked in him.

"She doesn't hate me; she's just bitter because I gave her the boot. But if I go to her and whisper a few pretty words in her ear, I'll have her in my bed in no time… again."

Punk snorted, trying to keep his temper at bay. But maybe John was right and deep inside Eve was still butt hurt about the end of whatever kind of relationship they used to have. After all it was common knowledge that they had something going on and that the one who ended it was Cena.

"You still like her?"

"Is that a legit question? Look at her, no sane man can be satisfied to have that woman in his bed and then give her up. She's… a hundred percent fuckable and once you taste her you just want to do her over and over again. She still likes me too, I can tell."

By then his anger was increasing, but he still tried to keep a neutral tone. "Then why dump her and spread rumors about her if she's such a good laid?" He asked, his voice sounding strange to his own ears.

"Man, I wasn't the one spreading rumors, trust me on that one. I told a couple of guys but nothing more." John chuckled. "As for keeping her… well I was married at that time and Eve was just this woman I wanted to fuck. Do you remember how she was… she was this spitfire ready to take the world as her own and I just had to have her. Her laugh was contagious, to see her dance without a care in the world was inspiring and she was driving me mad without even knowing it. But when I decided to go after her, my wife was starting to get paranoid that I was cheating so I had to take my time at the same time that I needed to strike hard. Sure, she made me work for that piece of pussy as if it was made out of gold but trust me, it was all worth it."

Tightening his hands into fists, Punk tried to remember Eve before the rumors about her sleeping around started to flow and Cena was right, she was annoyingly enthusiast as Cena was. But now she was so different… she was changed.

"Well she's barely a spitfire anymore; you did a good job and making her spoiled goods." Ah, but as he said that, he couldn't help but to think that there was still fire in her… and that he has ignited it.

Not that it mattered, as he started to wonder if everything that Eve did revolved around Cena in one way or another. After all, it was obvious that the woman was bitter and that if she was now that way, it was because of her former lover.

While Punk mused about all that, John blew out a breath while looking at Eve. "A good fuck will turn her back to normal, maybe I should give it to her. And who knows, now that I'm not married anymore I may keep her a while longer this time."

His words bothered him to no end… he wouldn't be able to deny it; but when he was about to tell Cena that he wasn't going to have shit when it came to Eve, a new voice that came out of nowhere interrupted him and right in that moment he realized what he had to do…

"Punk, you are next."

Blinking a few times, Punk made a motion with his hand to the crew member that told him about his upcoming match and then, with his music starting to blast through the arena, he did something out of an impulse.

"I heard her talking with the other Divas about going out clubbing or something. They are going to meet after the show, eleven o'clock at catering. Go to her and try her, who knows what will happen."

With that said and with his jaw clenching, he heard John thanking him for the information and then he walked down the ramp. As he did that, he thought that if Cena would be a little more in cue with the things he wanted, he would know that Eve didn't talk with any of the Divas anymore and that she wouldn't be planning on hanging out with them after the show; but the man didn't even notice that little detail and just smiled his dimple smile and walked away.

As for Punk, he tried not to care. Maybe it was all for the best… as all he should care about was that it was clobbering time.

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Punk was in a foul mood; he even worked his match a little stiff and when it was time to walk out of the ring, he did it with a scowl on his face and his anger reaching dangerous levels.

He couldn't help it, inside of his skull his brain was in a horrible battle of wills and he didn't know do what to do anymore. Part of his thinking machine was pissed as fuck that he told Cena to find Eve and it was vehemently trying to convince him that he should go to her first and carry her as far away from him as he could; but then there was the other part of his brain and that one was telling him that he did the right thing as his fling with Eve was nothing but a huge mistake ready to be erased from his memory.

They didn't even get along, the only thing they had in common was an affinity for screwing around and in his way of life that was plain and simply wrong.

But still, even with that knowledge, Punk still couldn't discern right from wrong and honestly speaking, he had to admit that he would hate to see Eve and John together. They man was nothing but a tool and just to think about them made him clench his jaw and his mood to get even sourer.

Would she be stupid enough to fall in his arms once again? From experience she should know that he was not someone she could trust but who knew, women went weak in the head when it came to men like Cena and Eve has proved to be weak for him.

So Cena was a jerk… But was he any better? He had his own flaws so why would she pick him over Cena? Or a better question yet, why did he want her to pick him over said man?

Shaking his head and turning on his heels, Punk acted on yet another impulse. It was almost an hour to midnight and by then Eve should be waiting for him. That's where he headed, towards her; and when he made it to catering he saw her there.

As he turned at a corner that lead to where she was, Punk stopped and watched her in the distance. She was just sitting there, waiting for him and that was all the answer that he needed. Fuck Cena and fuck whatever happened between them in the past…

Decided, Punk took a step forward, but then he saw Cena walking with all the confidence in the world towards Eve and he halted, his eyes drinking on the way the older man walked to her, covered her eyes with both his hands and leaned to her.

Eve smiled, probably the first smile he has seen out of those lips in a long while; but when John opened his mouth and said something into her ear, the smile died and in a matter of nothing she was getting up to her feet.

Now Punk was a bit too far to listen to whatever John told her but he could see them just fine and he saw that the man never stopped smiling. He talked, she said something in return and they went like that for a little while.

For how long they kept like that Punk couldn't say, but after some time he saw Eve turn around and John grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.

"No, no, no…" John said out loud, Punk heard him clearly and then he was kissing her.

It happened too fast, one second Eve was meaning to get away and the next one John was kissing her. Not that she seemed too want it, no… what she was doing was pushing him away.

"Don't…" She started to say, but as she pushed away he grabbed her hair and pulled her harshly back into the kiss.

Punk stepped forward right there, rage consuming him inside out; now yeah, the kiss Cena was giving Eve didn't seem any different than the first one he gave her… hard, unwanted and raw… but still, he didn't like the sight of John kissing her.

But before he could get out of his corner, he saw how Eve pushed him away, hit his neck with the side of her open palm and then John was on his knees, coughing for air.

"Don't you ever dare to put your hands on me again, do you hear me?" She ended her words with a hard slap that made John's head roll back and then she was walking away in a fury.

She passed by Punk, sending him a cold stare and he went after her without thinking it twice. "Eve, wait…" He wanted to ask her if she was alright but out of nowhere she turned around and without giving him the chance to see what was coming, she slapped him as hard as she could.

It stung, more than what he would be willing to admit. "What the fuck was that for?"

"I don't know what kind of sick game you two are playing but I won't be subjected to it anymore." Her voice cracked, but the fury in her was evident… even palpable.

Punk just stared at her, frowning. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Punk; I know you told John to come to me!" At her own words, Eve snorted and pressed a hand to her forehead, then she turned around to leave. "I'm so stupid."

"Eve-" He started to say, for some reason feeling bad and low and without justification. After all he did tell John to go and find her…

Turning back to him, she shook her head. "Did you sit with him and shared stories about how easy it is to get me in bed, did you two had a good laugh at my expenses?"

As soon as her words registered in his brain, his eyes went big and he realized what she was thinking. "What? No, it wasn't like that. Let me explain it…"

She snorted again, her eyes digging defiantly into him. "You know what? Save your explanation because I don't want to hear it… I'm sure I'll be hearing all about it in the corridors by tomorrow anyway."

With that said, she turned around and this time she didn't look back, she just walked away and made it as far away from Punk and Cena as she could.

As for Punk? He just stood there, watching her slip through his fingers as the urge of going after her started to consume him whole.