SOOOOOOOOOO GUESS WHAT?

I'M BACKK!

I got my laptop back & I'm beyond happy. I have plenty of stuff to do, so I thought I'd get this chapter uploaded first.

Since Punk and Sky have taken over my brain and my computer and that old contraption of a desktop were DOA, I had to go back to the ancient times and use good old pencil and paper. And now I'm typing them up whenever I have the free time.

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving holiday. Mine was bittersweet. The bitter is that one of my best friends got killed a week before Thanksgiving, over something as trivial as weed. To each their own, but I'm proud to be sXe. Kinda weird, being as though Skylar is nowhere near that, lol. But anyway, the sweet is that one of my bff's who's also my cousin, had her daughter right after Thanksgiving, so that made me happy. She's so cute :)

Menaji, girl. I have a shitload of chapters to read and review from you. And when I finally sit my ass down, I'm gonna get to it. I can't wait, cause I know they're gonna be sooooooo goooood! & You said vote for the posters. If you're talking about the two for Breakeven, I like them both. But if I had to choose, it'd be the one with Randy & Trips all in each other's faces, lol. BTW, Erin is BEAUTIFUL! I see why Trips & Randy were in each other's faces like that, lmfao. See, that goes perfect with it. But the first one was good, too. A bearded Randy and Trips looking like he's either staring at her ass, or deep in thought about her ass, LMFAO! Maybe I'm the only one that got that interpretation out of that one. So I'm loony, whatever, ha ha.

And 2 special thank you's: One to Esha for always supporting me, love ya. & another to angelshavetheirwickedschemes, for your review and your support :) Ugh, I have Rihanna on the brain, too, because every time I read your name, I hear her singing it from that Love the Way You Lie song, lol.

Ch. 8: Sweet Temptation

Sky's POV

"Yeah, chica. I told you. I got the real hookup in Cali. I was born there, remember?" I'm on the phone with Shelly. Outside our not-too-shabby hotel. Since we were running late to get into the city, and let Phil tell it, it was all my fault, (it wasn't), and Phil had his precious little date, I checked us in.

It's normally his job, but whatever. I'm over it. Back to me and Shelly's conversation. We're headed to Cali next week and one of our favorite bands, P.O.D, are gonna be playing at a banging club called Elixir. It's big and it's fun as hell. And I can't wait.

"I was born there, too. But I forgot that you're known as miss big time fashionista over there." Shelly laughed. I think that's why we click so well. It's the California bond. I met her one day in the summer of 2001 at a club in LA. We've been inseparable ever since.

I sighed. "Yeah, I'd rather be that than what I'm known as in Chi-town. The awkward model-looking, trust fund wild child." I let out a humorless laugh.

"Okay. I was about to ask about your rep in New York, but I think I'm gonna pass." She chuckled.

"Oh, my New York rep is quite possibly the best. To the regular folks, I'm known as the problem child of fashion icon, Kerrigan Burton. To the fashion world, I'm known as Kerrigan Burton's weird, but beautiful problem child who could've had a prosperous career as a fashion model. And in the party scene, I'm known as Kerrigan Burton's little alcoholic and drug addicted party animal."

"Well, damn. You're just a regular Paris Hilton, aren't you?" Shelly chuckled. I gave her a dead laugh at her comparison. Huh, that's not the first time I've been compared to that train wreck. Take a second or two to try and guess who made the comparison.

Come on, guess. You'll never get it right.

Yeah, right. Sarcasm isn't even funny to me right now. Ugh. "I don't live the lavish life, Shell. I don't live off of my parent's money. And I'm damn sure not trying to ride the coattails of my mom's fame to get fame for myself. You know that's not me." I sighed as I watched two of the valets chat a few yards away from me. One of them was giving me the goo-goo eyes. Ugh.

"I know that. Consider that my comeback to that porno remark you made earlier. Now are you still outside waiting for him?"

I groaned. "I'm not waiting for him. I just needed a cigarette, or five. I could care less about him or when he comes ba-"

Great. Just as soon as I was about to give my convincing Oscar-worthy speech, a little ugly red rental pulled up. Of course, none other than Phillip Motherfucking Brooks got out of the passengers seat.

"Uh huh. Tell him I said goodnight. And don't rape him, Pinky. I'm sure he'll gladly give it to you if you tease him a little. Or maybe you should just ask nicely." Shelly laughed, knowing the reason for my sudden silence. "Shelly, I don't want him. You're tripping." I chuckled, nervously.

Who am I kidding though, my stupid heart still yearns for that idiot. I'm not telling her that though. Although the teasing thing does give me some ideas…

"Yeah, whatever. I wanna know how his date went. So be nice when you question him, kay." She chuckled. "Well… I wasn't gonna ask him anything. But since you want to know so bad, I guess I'll ask." I lied. She knew it, too. "Yeah, miss fashionista. You do that. I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight, sweetie. And tell Barbie I want my shirt back first thing in the morning." Just as I pressed the end button on my phone, I saw the smiling face of Punky just inches from mine.

"Had fun?" I asked him with no emotion.

"You were waiting for me?" His sweet, crookedly goofy smile instantly turned into a condescending one. I didn't say anything. I glowered at him and held up my pack of cigarettes.

"Oh, that's right. You have to paint your lungs with tar every couple of hours." He frowned at me. "So much for your supportive shtick, huh?" I scoffed as I put my cigarettes into my back pocket. "It was a joke, Sky. Chill out." His smile went back to normal.

I was about to say something snarky to him when the two valets came over to us. They were grinning from ear to ear. "Can I help you?" I said with a raised brow. The shorter, paler one spoke up first. "You're a wrestler, huh?" He giggled. I sighed. "Yeah. You two wrestling fans?" I asked.

"Nah. We were on Google looking up a band called Sky Girl, and a few of your pictures came up. So we looked you up on Wikipedia and found out you're a wrestler." The tall one explained. "Yeah, and he nearly shit his pants when he saw you checking in earlier." The short one laughed, making the tall one blush.

I smiled at them. Punky wasn't amused, at all. He was glaring at the both of them. "Awww. You two are cute. If you got a camera we can take some pics." They lit up when I said that.

"I do!" The short one smiled, quickly running over to the podium to get his little camera.

"Wait, is he your boyfriend?" The tall one asked, finally realizing that Punky was in front of me giving him the glare of death.

"Nah. This is my best friend, CM Punk. One of the best wrestlers of our time." I playfully poked him in the arm. He eased up on the death glare he was giving that poor valet. "So you're famous, too?" The short one asked Punk when he came back over to us.

"You could say that, I guess." He gave them a fake smile. "Can we take pictures with you, too?" The tall one sheepishly grinned. "Sure." He answered, seemingly bored out of his mind.

After we took pictures with the valets, we headed to our room. "You're so mean, Punky." I shook my head as I pressed the fourth floor button on the elevator keypad. "What are you talking about?" He asked, still annoyed.

"You should be nice to fans." I grinned. "They weren't fans. They've been jerking off to your pictures on the internet and they ended up meeting you. God. Why are people so shallow?" He growled.

"So what if they were horny little eighteen year olds? We were that age once." I chose to disregard that shallow comment of his because I don't know whether he was referring to me, or whether he was talking about those boys.

And I would rather not get into an argument. Well, not until we're in the safe haven that is our hotel room. And besides, he tends to get pissed whenever someone looks at girls as if they're only tits and ass.

He scoffed at me. "We were that age once. But we weren't horn dogs. I mean, you are now, but I guess you're just a late bloomer." He chuckled. "I'm not a horn dog. I just like sex." I rolled my eyes at him.

"So, what'd you do while I was gone?" He asked me as the elevator grew to a halt.

"I relaxed. I had to think about some things." I sighed. His little smirk went away and he turned his head away from me. "I did a lot of thinking, too." He murmured. I rolled my eyes at him again, although he couldn't see it.

"Yeah. Thinking about how long you're gonna make her wait before you give it up?" I darkly chuckled as I led the way to our room. "You'd think that she would be on my mind since I was out with her." He mumbled to himself, putting emphasis on 'she' and 'her'.

"So, if you weren't thinking about her…" I trailed off as I slid the keycard in the slot.

"I don't know, Sky. Lots of stuff. And yeah, you were part of the stuff. And no, I'm not gonna elaborate on it. I just wanna get some sleep." He sighed as walked into the room.

"One bed, sorry." I gave him an apologetic look after I cut the light on. He didn't seem upset, though. "That's cool. I'll take the couch." He gave me a soft smile as he threw his bag on the couch across the room. "You know we can share the bed. I don't bite." I gave him a wink.

"Uh, if I remember correctly, you do bite." He smirked before he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

"And if I remember correctly, you enjoyed that." I playfully bit the air and he chuckled. "Okay, biting aside. You sleep like a madwoman. I'd like to wake up without a black eye." He grinned.

"Bullshit. I've been sleeping like an angel for the past two months. Next excuse." I rolled my eyes as I plopped down on the edge of the king size bed. "Okay. I sleep topless." I scoffed at him. "So what?" I rolled my eyes again.

"You do, too. Don't you think that'd be a little too tempting." He grinned. "Don't flatter yourself, baby. I'm around your topless ass all the time. Me being topless isn't gonna make me feel any different." I sighed as I untied my sneakers. He softly chuckled as he stared at me.

"It's not you that I'm worried about." I stopped with my shoes and stared up at him. He had that look in his eyes. That look that I hadn't seen in a while. It was a lust filled, passionate look. Every time he used to give me that look, I knew what the deal was.

I'm gonna admit, that look he gave me got me a little hot. But I'm not done playing with him yet.

"Do I bring out the eighteen year old in you, Inky?" I smirked at him. He didn't say anything, he just continued to stare. "Whatever, then. But you are sleeping in this bed tonight." The lust that clouded his expression slowly started to fade away.

"And just how do you think you're gonna get me in there?" He asked in a challenging tone. I smirked at him.

"Do you really wanna know? Do you really wanna take that chance? I'm sure Amy wouldn't agree with my way of persuasion." I gave him a wink. That look of lust flashed in his eyes then quickly turned into that smug condescending look he had earlier.

"Jealous?" He asked with a smirk.

"Very." I spoke seductively slow as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. That look was back in his eyes. I stifled a laugh.

"So, you didn't answer my question earlier. Did you have fun?" I asked right before I stood up to unbutton my jeans. That lust look was still there.

"I was a little… distracted most of the time. But the rest of it was fun." He spoke slowly as he watched me wiggle out of my jeans. "She seems… nice." I almost choked on that last word. I'm pretty sure that if he wasn't so lust-filled, he'd have laughed at me.

"She said you threatened her." I could tell that he meant to sound angry when he said that, but he failed miserably. A smirk played on my lips as I walked up to him.

"I've threatened all of your 'lady friends' Phil. You get on my last nerve, but you'll always be my Inky. And no is bitch gonna hurt you and get away with it." I was in front of him now. His lust-filled eyes instantly turned into confused, pain-filled ones.

"See? Why do you always have to do this? Just when I convince myself that I'm over… Fuck it. I'm sleeping on the couch." He turned around quickly and headed over to the couch.

Now I'm the one with the confused look.

"What just happened here? What in the hell is up with you?" I questioned him as he sat on the couch. "Nothing. It's been a long day. I need to at least try to get some sleep." He sounded upset with me.

"You want me to send for a blanket?" I asked nicely as I watched him take his sneakers off. "No." He quickly replied without looking away from his shoes. "Well, okay." I scoffed.

Feeling defeated, I decided to just go to bed. I was having fun until he went all split personality on me. I mean, what's his problem anyway? It's not like he hasn't heard me say that before. I mean, I've always threatened girls that he was involved with. With the exception of Kim, but I think Maria filled her in, because she kept her distance from me and made sure she kept him away from me, too.

It took me all of two minutes of silent pouting to get up and walk over to the couch. He looked up at me, confused. "Need something?" He asked.

"You're normally outspoken about everything, so what the hell is up with you now?" I questioned. He looked irritated at first, but his facial expression softened and he sighed.

"I just don't want to go there tonight. You know I don't get any sleep as it is." He turned his back to me and rested his head on the hard arm of the couch. I shook my head. "Now you know you're gonna fuck up your neck like that. Will you at least let me get you a pillow?" I asked him.

"No thank you. Now can you please leave me alone and go to sleep?" He growled. That took me aback. Normally when he gets pissed at me, I know exactly what I'd done. But now I'm lost.

I stood and stared as his body tensed. Damn, I'm even irritating him by just looking at him. He can't even see me. Uptight fucker. "Phil, what did I do, now?" I asked him, the irritation clear in my voice. He didn't say anything to me, he just loudly sighed.

"Fine then." I angrily mumbled as I punched his shoulder. He instantly turned on his back and I straddled him as soon as he did.

He didn't say anything. He just stared at me.

"I would like to at least know what I did to piss you off, Phil." I frowned at him.

He raised his eyebrow in confusion. "Let me guess. It's about me threatening your precious Amy, right?" The corners of his mouth twitched as if he was about to smile.

"I'm not pissed, Sky. I just wanna get some sleep." He closed his eyes and gave me a soft smile. I don't believe that bullshit at all, but whatever. "The only way I'm letting you go to sleep is if you're in that damn bed." I folded my arms over my chest and pressed my knees into his sides.

"Dammit, can you stop moving?" He mumbled, those eyes squeezed tight.

"I'm really not helping your tempting situation, am I?" I chuckled, realizing exactly where I was sitting and exactly what my body movements was doing to him.

Then it hit me. That kiss earlier. His distractedness on his little date. The other night, I know that he was gonna tell me that he was still in love with me. But from what he almost said tonight, I realize that he's trying to fight that love. Idiot.

"Not at all. You're really, really making me want to give in to your sweet temptation. What color is that bra? Orange?" He opened his eyes and that look was back. I rolled my eyes at him.

"You know what? I don't think Amy would be too happy to see us like this." He chuckled at me.

"As of right now, I really don't give a damn." He seductively bit his bottom lip. Damn him and his goddamn lip ring.

"Okay, then. I don't think Jeff would be enthused if he saw us like this." I'm just doing this to see how far he would let his lust take him. He's not used to me turning big Philly down and I find it really intriguing the way he's seemingly going against his morals. I know he won't go all the way, though.

"Again, I don't give a damn. And you're the one that hopped on me. Not the other way around." He smirked.

"But you wanna hop on me, don't you?" I teased. He chuckled.

"I'm not gonna lie. I do. Can't you tell?" He slyly looked down at my thighs straddled to him and back up to my face.

"Yeah, I've awakened the dragon." After a few long seconds of heavy breathing and silent staring, he suddenly grabbed my arms and unfolded them.

I was about to protest when he pulled me down onto him. I wasn't expecting this. "What has gotten into you? What have you been sipping?" I questioned him with a chuckle. Although I know that the probability of him sipping anything alcoholic is about 1 to 99 trillion. He grinned.

"I'm not drunk. I'm just real sleep deprived." His lips were just inches from mine. I could smell the Pepsi on his hot breath. Ugh, Coke owns Pepsi.

"And horny." I added. His grin got bigger. "Okay. Sleep deprived and horny." He agreed. "I think I like you like this, Punky." I smirked at him, taking a deep breath before I went too far with my little game. Sleep deprived and horny Punky makes for a very, very hot and bothered Sky.

I have to shake it off, cause his barely there lips are just begging for me to kiss them. I could just feel the cold of his lip ring on my tongue and the slight tug of pain of him tugging at my own lip rings.

Ugh. Great, now I'm the one fighting my heart. Well, maybe not my heart, but you get it.

"Remember that name game we used to play?" He asked after a few silent seconds of our lust-filled stares.

"Yeah. I remember. I really do bring out the eighteen year old in you, don't I?" I chuckled. He was referring to a name game we used to play in high school. We would take turns naming slang words for sex, and boobs and all kinds of other perverted things like that. Too bad all that sexual tension didn't turn into something more back then. Maybe we wouldn't be such a hot mess now.

"You started it up with the dragon shit." He chuckled.

"Whatever. Would you rather if I said I'd awakened the shlong?" He burst out laughing at me. "Well, that's better than your favorite, winky." He rolled his eyes at me.

"That word doesn't do big Philly any justice. So I'm gonna stick with the dragon." And oh boy did I wake him.

"That's so sexy." Okay, that confused me a little. "What's sexy?" I asked his smirking face.

"What you're doing. You're straddling me, in your bright orange bra and panties, discussing nicknames for my penis. Can you get any sexier?" He was completely red in the face now. Only he could use anatomically correct terms and still be sexy as ever. Sometimes, our foreplay would consist of anatomically correct dirty talk. There's something about the way he says vagina…

Nevermind.

Okay, I was just playing with him at first. But now he's really turning me on. I need to stop this.

"I could, but then that'd make you go over the edge. Fuck all the tempting shit." I smirked at his challenging facial expression.

"You think you got it like that, Sky?" He grinned at me. That annoyingly sweet smell of his Pepsi breath hitting my nose and making my mouth water.

"I know I do. But I also know that I'm fucking with your uh, beliefs. So I'm gonna let you off of the hook." I gave him a wink. "But what about your method of persuasion to get me in that bed?" He smirked, not letting my arms go when I tried to lean up.

"That'd just confuse you more. And I'm not gonna force you into anything." His playful smirk went away after I spoke.

"We are talking about the bed, right?" He asked with a raised brow, finally letting me up. "Yeah. The bed." I rolled my eyes and got off of him to head to the bed.

"Well, I'm fine right here on the couch." He replied. I scoffed.

"Have fun on the couch. But when you do get out of your denial and stop fighting your heart, I doubt that the bed will still be here." I growled as I angrily pulled the covers back and got under them.

I don't know where my weird bed analogy came from, but he's not dumb, matter of fact, he's one of the most intelligent people I know. I'm positive he understood what I was saying. No matter how twisted and wrong it sounded.

"See, this is why I wanted to go to sleep in the first place." He grumbled.

"I don't care Phil. You're the one having mind wars with your heart. I don't always agree with my heart, like right now. But I don't fight it. My heart gets what it wants. Well, sometimes. I'm fucked up enough. I don't need any more confusion." I sighed as I rested my head on the soft pillow.

"So what does your heart want right now?" He asked me in a soft voice. "My heart wants some sleep, right now. Goodnight." I heard him humorlessly chuckle at me.

"Are you serious? First you make this big deal about me sleeping in a bed. Then you give me a fucking boner. Then you give me some fucked up heart and bed analogy. And now you want to go to sleep?"

I chuckled. "Pretty much. Now hit the light, will ya. I know you're gonna be up all night, but I need darkness to sleep." I didn't have to look at him to know that he had a huge frown on his red face.

"You're a schizophrenic psycho, Skylar." He growled as he walked over to the light switch to cut it off.

"Says the happy then angry then horny then angry all in a matter of seconds, guy." I scoffed.

"That was all a result of your schizophrenic antics." He replied. I felt the bed shake a little as he spoke. "I thought the couch was just fine for you?" I questioned saltily as he slid under the covers beside me.

"I wanted to feel your warmth." That put a huge smile on my face. I'm so glad I had my back to him. I couldn't say anything after that. I scooted into him and reached for his arm. I wrapped it around my waist.

My smile got bigger when he pulled me closer to him. I tried not to think about that damn dragon poking me, so I kept my eyes opened. That way, I can't fantasize.

"Night Sky." He said into my hair. I used to think it was weird that he liked to rest his head in my hair when we used to cuddle. I think he just likes the way my hair smells. But I realized just now that I've really missed it.

"Night, Punkin." I wanted to add an 'I love you', but it would've totally ruined the moment. I'm not saying anything until he says it first. But tonight's a start.

Okay, this is random, but have any of you all played WWE '12? Because I have it for my PS3 and it should've been called WWE Glitch. Mine isn't as bad as some people's, though. I've seen Miz's body stretch around the whole ring, CM Punk laying on an invisible table, then getting off of the invisible table, I've seen Morrison's body deform and morph with a table in his deformed back. And that was all on Youtube.

The worst that happened to me was when I Irish whipped Cena in an Elimination Chamber match, he went through the cage, then started running through the announce table, then through barricade and into the crowd and then he ran so far back all I could see was a white dot. LMFAO!

Thanks for reading :) Hope you enjoyed.