kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.

this is what i brought you, this you may keep.

Heading toward the entrance of the hotel building – the tiny brunette had done nothing but continuously stumble and trip over her own feet the entire way as Shane rushed out of his car and held a black umbrella over her head though judging by the messy expression on her face, she probably could care less.

Quickly, Shane glared toward her with his best apologetic smile before chewing down on his bottom lip to hold back his cackling at the messy, tumbling diva.

"I'm sorry for the rain. I had no idea it would pour tonight and more importantly…I apologize for all the wine, I wasn't exactly expecting you to drink more than your fair share." He chuckled whilst he linked his left arm with her arm to help sturdy her walk.

She glared up toward him with glazed eyes as she showed him a wide, sloppy grin.

"Oh, it's fineee." She lazily slapped his shoulder to show that he was over thinking it all – maybe she'd care more in the morning. "I'm use to the rain!" Mickie then fearlessly jumped from under the umbrella and twirled in a circle freely under the raindrops.

Shane quietly laughed once more before stepping toward Mickie to keep her under the umbrella.

"As much as I wouldn't mind the sight of seeing you soaked, I'd really prefer if you'd stayed under here until we get inside of the hotel, fair enough?"

She smirked in retort to his proposition. "Fine…"

An amused grin wrapped around Shane's lips as he continuously helped lead the tiny diva into the hotel building and once they were inside, he had closed down his umbrella and quickly walked her toward the elevator (he knew best that leading Mickie up a flight of stairs was definitely not a good idea).

After pressing the correct number of the floor her hotel room was on, the set of two finally reached the door.

At first, Mickie stumbled over her feet quite a few times but soon was able to walk more sturdy – thanks to Shane, of course – as he led her toward a solid hotel door. "Room 432, right?"

Slowly, the tiny brunette nodded her head as she dug into her back pocket. "At least…that is what this 'thing' says." With a wide, sloppy grin the brunette waved in front of his eyes a clear sight of a hotel key.

Quietly cackling to himself, he grabbed the key from her and slid it into the door until a green light signaled him to finally enter the room.

Mickie was the first to step in but after a few moments, she noticed Shane hadn't followed after her but instead stood outside of her hotel room. This caused a puzzled expression to smear off on the face of the brunette. "Aren't you coming?" She pouted.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Shane simply shook his head in retort. "Uh, no. I don't think that would be the best idea, Mickie." The brunette sadly glared down toward her feet – a pout still rested on her lips – as she remained quiet and toyed with the doorknob with her fingers. Shane stepped closer toward her and lifted her chin up with his thumb before smiling toward her, "Mickie, I know you probably will not remember this tomorrow morning but I need you to know: I would never take advantage of you."

The words sounded perfect to her – even as sloppy drunk as the brunette happened to be at the moment. It felt, well, perfect. It even managed to bring a small smile amongst the face of the petite diva – so perhaps earlier she couldn't string together much that he said or doubted that she would still remember it the morning after, but she swore this she would not forget.

…And though she had been drunk and not in as much contact with herself, she knew that she wanted this.

The brunette slowly leaned forward toward Shane – to close whatever little gap was left between the two – and brushed her lips softly against his. It had been nothing but a peck, a small kiss of innocence though the feeling of her lips was an urge not worth to fight off for Shane.

Grabbing the waist of the brunette diva, Shane deepened the kiss further – it was as if he was just waiting for her when to say 'go' – the kiss may've been a bit too forceful for the brunette at first as he backend her further in her hotel room (closing her door behind him) and eventually led her onto a single bed.'

Through the whole kiss, his lips hadn't unlocked with hers even when he attempted to focus on removing the top of the tiny brunette diva – his motives were clear.

Mickie on the other hand was unsure of what she was looking for out of this – from where Shane was heading (by tugging at the straps of her top) she knew what he was looking for and Mickie was left unsure of where she was heading to but she trusted Shane to lead her there (wherever 'there' was).

Whilst Shane's hands lowered toward Mickie's thighs, in just a second a thought flashed through his mind.

Quickly, he pulled his lips away from Mickie very slowly – forcefully left to watch an eventual puzzled expression

As he leaned closer, the brunette diva's face flushed with a reluctant expression before he moved his lips closer toward her ear. "Goodnight, beautiful."

His quiet whispered had been followed by a small, sweet peck on her cheek leaving the brunette to glare in more hurt now than confusion whilst watching Shane sliding down from the hotel bed and too his feet before walking toward the door.

She hadn't spoken a word but only remained silent and allowed him to eventually shut the door after making his way out of the – what felt like – empty hotel room.

The tiny diva ran her fingers through her brunette mane – trying to make sense of what occurred and once she wasn't able to find an answer she was left feeling helplessly puzzled, hurt and somewhat angry – yes there were a lot of feelings boiling through the head of the messy brunette but she couldn't string them all together as much as she wanted to.

She was now just beginning to feel far too tired at the moment and found herself beginning to dose on and off as the seconds rolled by.

For what everything she was feeling, she would just have to sort it all out the morning after. For now, she was only sorting out one thing and that had been in how many short amount of minutes would she be laying her heavy head down on her more than comfy pillow to get her good night's rest.

She unfornately had a Superstars taping – which she had never let trace off of her mind – and she hadn't a clue of how she would make her way through that. But then again, that would be something she listed as sorting out for tomorrow.

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After hearing the door close on his end (and her face now out of his sight) it had puzzled him as to why he followed that decision of all. Cursing under his breathe, Shane realized that he couldn't had it all. He could've stayed there and had the best of what the brunette had to offer though a better voice in his head told him that she was far too clever.

Though she may've seemed far too drunk to not remember a one night stand the morning after – he just couldn't doubt the fact that she would remember it, anyway. Bits and pieces of the puzzle would probably stick through her mind and he didn't need to have her stuck with the memory that he used her when she was drunk.

How would that look on his part: One of the company's best wrestlers whispering about how the Chairman's son took advantage of her? He already could hear the words of his sister and mother, and more importantly…his father. The thought of it all gave him a headache – he already had been on bad terms with his father and didn't need to add a spark to the fire.

Unfortunately he still didn't feel like much of a "winner" at the moment. So maybe he just missed out on getting on the bad side with his father in the future but it cost him the price of getting on "the good side" of the petite diva. He had to admit it, it really had cost what could had been one of his best nights – though he didn't doubt that the night was over for him just yet.

Perhaps he may've not been able to fall asleep in Mickie's bed tonight but that wouldn't mean he was falling asleep unsatisfied.

He began remembering her hotel surprisingly being in the same building – lucky for him, the divas always found a way to stay at the same building as the other divas. He hadn't talked to her much but she always found a way to slip him her hotel key, hoping to herself that he would make a quick stop by there.

Rarely, he ever did that but on nights like tonight – when things didn't' exactly go his way – then he would make a stop by. Walking down the deserted hall, he found the number of her door that matched the hotel key she had given him. A small smile came to his face as he slid the key in the slot and opened the door soon after.

There she was, as expected, still wide awake and sitting up on her bed. Her eyes had been glued to the door and an expression of surprise had rubbed on her face but she soon grinned in satisfaction to see him actually there as he closed the door behind him and slid in her bed next to her.

Shane hadn't even greeted her with a hello and seemingly, she hadn't even cared – it was only obvious that Shane definitely hadn't cared for "hello's" or any of that such, it was only one thing on his mind and he was making that pretty obvious as the seconds rolled by.

Through the entire time, he only satisfied his needs and never cared for hers. She was use to that though she hated it being that way – almost as much as she hated the fact that just as soon as it had began, it was over. He rolled off from being on top of her and slipped on his pants (followed by his shirt, jacket and shoes afterward).

The blonde sat up from the spot, running her fingers through her messy hair – she hadn't bothered getting dress but instead clinged the blanket toward her body.

He didn't turn back to look at her, he only dusted off his jacket before making his way to the door.

How did it get here? When things first started off, it was – in her eyes – beautiful. She had been the newly drafted diva to the red brand and he already had his eyes for her the first day she had came to Raw. He constantly had been flirting with her backstage, telling she was his 'favorite' diva on Raw and now, things had just been different...

It was as if he was growing tired of doing this with her – how could he? In her eyes, she wasn't one that could make anyone grow tired but for how he had been treating her lately, he made her grow of so many insecurities.

He made her question had he really adored her at one time? Was she ever really his favorite diva? He went out his way to make sure she was on Raw every week but was he really just luring her in? It made her question just how many divas had he done this to in the past and how many was he prepared to do in the future – and more importantly, she questioned why it was that she still loved being near him.

"Goodnight, Shane?" Weakly, the blonde called out whilst he was launching his arm out for the doorknob.

He fought back and forth whether on saying anything at all or just heading out – either way, he doubted that he would lose contact with her. So he really had nothing to lose, though for the sake of her making up for the night that the petite brunette pretty much ruined (in his eyes anyway) he supposed he could spare her a fair goodbye.

"Goodnight, Maryse."

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authorsnote;

- firstly: sorry for the short chappy. but, i just didn't want to drag it out, so. (:

- secondly; hope you all enjoyed that.

- and lastly; in the next chappy – mickie heads to her Superstars taping with co. of shane; but what happens when randy starts getting suspicious of too? is everyone really entitled to their own opinion? and just how much of "their night" does mickie really remember?