Standard disclaimer. Charlie is mine. The WWE references belong to them. Finally the chick gave in and let me write her a bit of foreplay! Next chapter, she might even get laid..or at least into the pink parts. You guys are awesome for reading!

Charlie and John sat on the couch in her living room watching Raw, after eating some leftover lasagne with another bottle of red wine.

"I don't usually get to watch the whole show, I have an assistant who tapes everything and edits my spots out of it and just drops it to me in email. This show is actually pretty decent. A little soap-opera for me, kinda."

"You know they get the chicks with the half naked lubed up boys and keep them with the drama, right?", asked Charlie.

John scoffed. "I don't get lubed up."

"Nope, but by the time you've done that whole entrance thing you do, you're sweaty and by the time your shirt comes off you're all shiny. AND you throw your accessories to women and little kids."

"How'd you get to be such an expert on what I do?"

"I have eyes. To be sure, I watch everyone-I just pay a little more attention when it's you."

He grinned at her. "Why Miss Charlotte, I blush."

She grinned, and not in a friendly fashion. "Just so you know buster, you've crossed the Charlotte line, and you're gonna get it. Only I know when or where, but retaliation is coming at you."

"Woah, woah, woah, hold up. Retaliation? I only signed up for tangling!"

"Sucks to be you, SuperCena."

He figured at this point, he might as well just go for broke. "I remember being on a couch with you a few months ago, and having it not end really well. What are the chances of my getting a do-over on that and seeing what happens?"

Charlie thought about it briefly, although she already knew the answer. Some people apparently look forever for this.

"Well, I don't want you turning your head a lot, it'll ruin all my careful bandaging."

"You can fix it again, can't you?"

"Yeah, but I don't wanna. Sit straight on the sofa like a normal person, please."

He didn't quite know what she was thinking, but he did as she asked.

The next thing he knew, she had planted herself astride him, and taken his face in her hands.

"It's not quite a do-over, but it'll have to do", she said. Then, with her pulse going a mile a minute, she kissed him-first softly, sweetly. It was full of information about what she was, but held the promise of so very much more.

The fireworks began as she trailed her tongue over his lips, requesting, and then demanding entrance as she deepened the kiss and put her arms around his neck; one hand at the back of his neck and the other in his hair, running her nails lightly down his scalp.

She peppered kisses along his jawline, stopping to nibble on his earlobe briefly and then ever so gently began sucking on his neck.

He was on fire, every nerve in his body was feeling her. He moaned softly, wrapping his arms around her waist, trying to let her guide the flow.

She moved back to his face and re-captured his lips and tongue with hers. They kissed until neither of them had any breath left. Charlie sat back and looked at him. His eyes were still closed and she couldn't quite read his facial expression. she placed her hands on his chest and softly rubbed, trying to relax him. "Are you okay?", she asked. "What's with the face?"

His eyes snapped open. "Woman, perhaps you haven't been hearing what I've been saying to you. I've thought of this moment hundreds of times over the last few months. You make me crazy just by existing. I am doing absolutely everything in my power to maintain my self-control and not strip you naked and taste and feel everything you are, and you sitting there innocently stroking my nipples is killing me. I want to touch you but I'll do anything for you not to run away again, even if I have to sit here and think about the spelling of all the state capitals and the stats for the 1977 Red Sox. I want to be crystal clear-I want you. No, I need you." He closed his eyes again.

Charlie pulled him closer, with his face between her breasts, and whispered in his ear. "Florida."

John's voice was ragged. "Excuse me?"

"Florida. What's the capital? Come on..you live there, this should be an easy one." She unbuttoned one button.

"T-Tallaha-hass-ssee." It was the most difficult word he'd ever had to say.

"That's a big word. Can you spell it?" She undid the second button. Now John could start to detect her scent.

"T-A-L-L-A-H-A-S-S-E-E...I think?"

"Aw, you don't get a button for that one. I asked you to spell 'it'. I-T."

"This is retaliation, isn't it?"

"NoooOOOOoooo. This is teasing. Retaliation is much worse."

"Oh, fuck."

"That's later on, no rushing. Do you have somewhere to be, or something?"

"No. No No No No No."

Charlie smiled and went back to playing with his nipples. She couldn't help it. They were erect and just right there asking for it. "Okay then. Hmm..what next, let me think."

John moved his hands around to the front of her ribcage, under her breasts and started to kiss and lick the skin that had been exposed to him.

Charlie gasped and went to move her hands under his shirt so she could feel his skin, and while she was lifting the hem of his t-shirt, she found herself in contact with his erection, which was poking its head out of his shorts. She couldn't help but touch it, just a little stroke trailing the moisture it was providing around the edge of the head.

John groaned and took his shirt off, tossing it onto a chair. Seeing a welcoming and admiring smile from Charlie, the relief in John's face was visible and that made her laugh.

He grabbed her and kissed her with all the built up desire of a starved man presented with a feast. He undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse and opened the clasp on the front of her bra. Intending to give her the same kind of crazy he was getting, he went to place his fingers around the tips and tease them into hardness...and ran right into a pair of nipple rings.

He broke their kiss. "Woah. I don't know quite what to do with these, but they're definitely hot as hell. I would have never guessed you to be a piercings kind of girl."

Charie nodded. "Full of surprises."

"This is a good surprise. So...what do I do with these."

She blushed. "Pull them."