Thanks for the reviews, I appreciate all of them and you guys all rock my world! So… I kind of listened to some of the suggestions and here is what I came up with… lol
Anyway, as always Maryse's tweets inspire me much and I try to find a way to put them here, like the candle thing and the song in this chap and well, some other stuff too! Haha enjoy!
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Running her fingers through her golden locks, Maryse watched with intensive care as Mickie put on some makeup; applying a bit of lipstick, a small touch of blush and to finalize a horrendous blue eyeshadow that made her look worse than ever…
Mickie didn't seem to take notice of that; in fact she looked happy as ever, oblivious to the way Maryse was judging her every move and much definitely oblivious that her choice of makeup, at least on Maryse's eyes, didn't go well with the clothes she was wearing.
Maryse snickered; at least her clothes were not that bad, it was just the rest of her that was looking pretty much awful… and about that the French Canadian didn't know if she should laugh or feel bad for her.
Oh but she should laugh, because as long as Mickie walked out of the room looking that bad there was no way anyone could look at the poor horse-face over her… because she, as always was looking fabulous.
So Maryse watched all this in silence, and when Mickie finally turned around to leave the women's locker room assigned for that day, Maryse hurried to her feet and blocked her way.
"You are not thinking on going out looking…" She paused a moment and looked her over. "Like that, are you?"
Mickie pouted and looked down to her clothes. "What? Do I look bad?"
Maryse lips curved into a smile. She could tell Mickie the truth, burst out her little bubble and be done with it, after all it wasn't as if it wouldn't be expected from her; but the pathetic expression on the face of petit woman made her refrain… for some reason.
Was it guilt? Could it be that she felt guilty that she has kissed the girl's boyfriend… well technically he was the one that kissed her, but she failed to put a stop to him… all three times!
"Well… you can look better" After a few surgeries, maybe. Maryse grinned, unable to stop herself.
Mickie turned to the mirror and examined her reflection, probably trying to spot what was wrong with her.
This was supposed to be the time when Maryse laughed and told her a thing or two that will show her that there was no one better than her. But instead of doing that, she rolled her eyes and grabbed her own makeup bag.
"Here, let me help" Walking towards the brunette and putting her stuff over the table, she proceeded to take out a makeup remover wipe that she handed to the other woman. "Take all that off"
Mickie looked at her hesitantly but Maryse was too occupied rummaging through her bag to notice. After a while Mickie did as she was told and scrubbed her face clean.
When Maryse took everything she needed out of the bag, she faced Mickie and lifted her chin up with her thumb. She studied her complexion, trying to see what was so great about her that Phil liked so much, there must be something… anything.
"Umm what are you doing?" Mickie asked with a nervous smile as Maryse eyes roamed her face.
Maryse faked a smile and rolled her eyes in dismissal. "Just thinking what to do with you… oh I know!" Without any other word and ignoring the looks the other divas were giving her, the Canadian started her work.
Makeup was not a hard task, it was her thing and one only needed to know what to do and how to do it… a simple thing that Mickie obviously never learnt in her farm.
"So… are you going out tonight?" Maryse asked even when she knew the answer. It was an unwritten rule that after a PPV everyone went out, after all it was only a few occasions when all the rosters could get together in the same building and they took the opportunity to socialize.
"Yes" Mickie said excitedly. "You know how it is; we'll go out and have a few drinks"
Maryse lifted her eyebrows. "I thought your boyfriend didn't drink…" She let the comment float around and Mickie snorted.
"Who Phil? He's not my boyfriend" She snorted again, as if the notion was too ridiculous to comprehend. "He's a great friend though"
"Oh…" That was Maryse's simple answer before she applied to Mickie a final touch of makeup… she put all thoughts of Phil aside and turned Mickie around. "There it is, much better"
She still looked awful but at least she was a mess with great makeup.
Mickie stared at herself through the mirror; she looked kind of relieved, as if she was expecting to see her face painted like a clown or something… but then she smiled. "I love it, thank you Maryse"
"Yeah whatever" She said motioning the other woman away as she started to collect her things into her bag. She had no idea why she helped the other woman out, it was not as she cared… but at least she has gotten a great tidbit of information out of it.
She laughed, alone. It was not as if she couldn't have gotten Mickie out of the way if she really wanted to…
"There you are, I've been looking for you all over the arena"
Maryse turned and saw Nikki standing behind her, looking as if she had in fact been looking for her. "I was here, same place I told you I was going to be and same place I've been waiting for you for ages" She took her makeup bag and rolled her eyes, both her friends were acting all strange and she couldn't help but to be annoyed about their attitude.
"Yeah anyway, we need to find Nick so let's get moving" With that, the twin turned and left.
Maryse did a double take on that and stood where she was, only when Nikki came back and grabbed her by the arm to prompt her to move she did so.
"You know, I don't know who is worst, you or your evil sister… I don't like either of you today" Maryse said as she followed Nikki down the corridor.
"Well, that's for the times we have to put on with you, because Maryse, out of the three you are the bitchiest" Maryse gasped in shock as Nikki opened a door. "Now get in"
Because the blonde wouldn't move from the spot she had frozen, Nikki gave her a little push until she got her into the room, then before Maryse could do as much as ask her friend what was wrong with her the twin closed the door… leaving her inside the empty locker room.
Maryse looked around and frowned, not quite understanding what was going on or what had gotten into Nikki. But she was going to find out, and just when she was about to turn around and exit the room she saw Phil getting out of what she assumed was a bathroom.
He was all sweaty and still in his wrestling trunks so she assumed he was recently out of his match, for a moment they just stared at each other.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked walking into the room, his eyes never leaving her.
Maryse guffawed and turned around. She was going to kill Nikki, how could she do that to her?
She went to open the door but couldn't, it seem like it was stuck. "Come on…" she whispered, but not her words and definitely not her efforts were working with the door.
She was going to kill them both, there was nothing that Nikki did without Brie knowing about it so yes; she was going to kill them both.
She put on a smile that she knew looked fake as pink elephant and turned around to face him. "Would you open this?"
Phil stared back at her for a while and she knew he must be thinking there was something phony going on… oh she was also going to kill Nick. The three of them were as good as dead.
Finally, Phil walked towards her and she moved aside so he could open the door. But he accomplished the same thing as her. Nothing.
"What did you do?" He asked trying to force the door open; however, his efforts were in vain.
"I didn't do anything… What, you think I did this on purpose?" Maryse laughed.
He placed both his hands on his hips, standing in front of her and biting on his lip ring. "So you accidentally walked into my locker room and then accidentally locked ourselves in"
"Well…" As she thought over what to say next a piece of paper was thrown down the door. She looked at it but made no attempt to take it; she was too busy thinking if she should kill her friends one at a time or all at the same time.
Phil on the other hand bent down to pick it up, and while he was down two more papers were slid beneath the door.
"I'm sorry… thank me later and… Phil, I had nothing to do with this" He read out loud each paper as she closed her eyes and threw her head back. "Would you care to explain what is this?"
After taking a deep breath, Maryse looked back at him and shrugged, her fingers running lazily through her hair. She didn't have to look at the papers to know who wrote each one.
Phil snorted and turned around. "I don't know what kind of game you are playing but you better quit it by the time I'm done" He sat down on the couch and started to take off the tape on his arms as well as the rest of his wrestling gear.
She turned and went back to trying to open the door, but after a while she had to give up, whatever they had done they did it so she couldn't walk away.
"OK give me your phone" Maryse said in exasperation because she didn't have her phone with her, she just had her makeup bag and her iPod… and none of those things would get her out of there.
"Please" Phil said when Maryse turned around, expecting the phone to be out and ready for her.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Please give me your phone so I can call the twins, so I can get out of here as soon as possible"
"Well that's better but sorry, I can't give it to you. One those little friends of yours borrowed it" He grinned and she couldn't understand why she always felt like slapping those grins off his face.
"You are kidding" She said in her heavy accent.
"Nope" He stood up from the couch and got himself into the bathroom, closing the door hard behind him, after some time she heard the shower running.
This was ridiculous, but at least she knew her supposedly friends were incapable of leaving her there for the rest of the night, so maybe if she waited for a short while they would come back and open the door for them.
Then she was going to kill them.
She walked to the couch and sat down; if she was going to wait she was going to do so in comfort. She brought her feet up onto the couch and took her iPod out. At least she could entertain herself for a while, and if the iPod worked to keep guys in the gym from bugging her, it could definitely work with Phil…
Yes, that Phil, the one that could blow her mind away with a kiss, the same Phil that was now taking a shower a few paces away from her and that same Phil that was locked with her in a locker room.
She put the iPod on shuffle, closed her eyes and tried to forget everything about Phil, just as she has been doing for the past weeks. This was going to be over soon.
After listening to a few songs in peace, she felt one of the ear plugs been taken off of her and she opened her eyes to see Phil putting it on his own ear. She watched him, noticing that he was hovering very close… just recently out of the shower, his hair wet and a clean scent clinging to him.
He snorted after a while and took the ear plug away from him, but instead of putting it back on her he let it hanging lose. "That's such a girly song"
Maryse paused the song that happened to be Hinder's cover of Bed of Roses and lifted an eyebrow. "I love this song; I think it's very sexy"
"Isn't it all sexy to you?" He sat at the other end of the couch and offered her a bottle of water.
She took it, not letting the fact that that he was offering something other than ugly words surprised her. "Thanks"
"Well, you're welcome… and thank you for thanking me. Anyway, I guess everything is better than Lady Gaga, so I won't be too hard on you"
Maryse chuckled, why was she talking about music with him? She took a sip of water and then put the bottle down. "I like Lady Gaga"
"Really…? I should have expected that"
"Yeah, I guess you are too old to like her music anyways" She raised an eyebrow and observed as his lips curved into a soft smile.
"Old? I'm not old, I just happen to have better taste in music than most people, obviously including you"
"Sure, I can only imagine" She said without taking her eyes away from him.
He tilted his head and continued to burn his eyes into hers. "So tell me Maryse, why did you and your friends planned to lock me here with you? Could it be that you wanted some one on one time with me?"
"Dream on it Punk Boy, I had nothing to do with this"
He smiled his crooked smile. "Come on, you and the twins all share the same mind, I don't believe you are an innocent victim at all"
"Believe what you want, as far as I know you talked them into doing this"
He laughed. "And why would I do that?"
Maryse rolled her eyes. "Obviously because you have a big crush on me, oh but don't worry you are not the only one"
"Yeah, if I'm the one with the big crush why are you the one that sneaks into my locker room and lock us in"
"First of all, I did not lock us in. Second, you are the one that keeps stealing kisses out of me so obviously you are the one wanting me"
"It's not stealing if you give it freely, and quite frankly you never complained…"
Maryse ran her tongue across her lower lip and smiled. "I told you, you always catch me off guard and then leave in a hurry…" She shrugged, knowing her argument sucked.
He closed the distance that separated them and sat as close to her as he could, a smile creeping to his face. "So you say that if you knew that I was going to kiss you… you would try and stop me?"
"Definitely" She said, fully knowing that she wouldn't… "But that doesn't matter because you are not going to try it"
"I don't know, I guess it depends on my mood, weather, current events and such things"
"Oh I bet you are always in the mood to kiss me, everybody is… I just can't please everyone so consider yourself lucky"
Phil chuckled and ran his hand through his jaw. "For real Maryse, are you always so vain and superficial or is this an act you like to put on?"
"Well, are you always a jerk with everyone or just with me?" She responded with a question of her own, watching his eyes gleam and his lips break a smile.
He shrugged. "Most of the time I'm a jerk to everyone"
"I noticed…" She started to say but had to stop when he leaned into her, his face just a few inches away from hers.
"I'm giving you your chance to back off, slap me or just say how disgusting I am, maybe the three of them at once"
Maryse just stared into his eyes as he waited; she knew she should back away and well, maybe tell him how disgusting he was just for the hell of it.
But she didn't, she was entranced by his eyes.
And because she didn't do anything to prevent it he moved a bit closer and touched his lips against hers, barely a kiss.
Maryse just closed her eyes, allowing him to put more pressure against her lips. She would be lying if she said she didn't like the feeling of his lips on hers or the way his body hovered over hers, not quite touching her but merely brushing against her.
It all felt so oddly familiar.
His hand went to her hair as he urged her to part her lips for him, and when she did he didn't lose time in going right in, luring her to participate until she gave in completely, kissing him back and responding with abandon.
Her own hand went to his hair and then down to the back of his neck, her fingers brushing a path to his face until her hand rested on his cheek. Her other hand went to his back, wanting to feel him closer and finally enjoying the shiver that ran through her spine as his body came to rest on top of hers.
She gasped into his mouth, this was definitely going further than all the previous times, after all she was there, locked in his locker room while he was lay on top of her…
But there was no stopping for her, it all felt so good and why should she stop? Because he was going to do it himself eventually?
That only meant that she had to make him want her until he couldn't think straight anymore, and she had to start now.
Without breaking the kiss, Maryse pulled him closer, accommodating him between her legs so she could feel the ultimate proof that she was not the only one enjoying the moment.
He could talk all the smack he wanted, it didn't matter to her, she knew that he wanted her and well, she wanted him too…
His lips left hers and before he could say anything she slid her hands down his back and went to take off his shirt. It came off easily because he did his part on helping her, and once it was off his lips found their way to the soft skin of her neck.
"Is this what you wanted all along, uh?" He said in a raspy voice, teasing at her flesh as her hands explored the wonders of his newly exposed back.
"Yes" She moaned because she knew men loved that, and while her voice carried the undertones of her sweet turmoil his hands traveled up her leg and under her dress.
She arched her back to him, claiming his lips as his fingers did their own exploration through her body, running along her thigh and halting to move aside the thin fabric of her underwear, all to get better access.
He teased at her, almost touching her in places that would definitely make her blood boil and her desire to soar to the roof… but even when he was so close he was not giving her what her body craved.
"Then ask me for it" He said pulling away from the kiss while his darkened eyes fixed on her face.
"What?" She asked and then moaned low in her throat as his fingers brushed over her wetness.
"If you want it like you say then ask me for it"
Her breathing was a bit ragged and she was sure that her face was flushed… what was going on? Wasn't she the one that was going to make him mad with lust?
His fingers brushed once again over the spot and she closed her eyes when they keep going the other way. "Tell me…"
"God Phil just fucking do it" She breathed out and even though she couldn't see his face she knew he was smiling that wicked grin of his.
But that seemed to be an answer that he liked because his fingers gave way to her desire and they started a more intimate caress, making her moan and get even more flustered than before.
And how had she ended like this? From being pissed at the twins to their unimportant music talk and then to this…
"Look at me" He commanded and she did, finding his eyes on hers as his finger worked their magic of rubbing and delving, it almost felt obscene. "Do you like this? Of course you do"
Not wanting to be left behind in his little games, her hand went down his body until she found him, hard and ready for her. She sneaked her way into his pants and took him in without the barrier of his clothes.
All the while her eyes remained on him, watching a flush take over his face and his tongue peeking out through his lips.
Then a knock came and the voice of Mickie came. "Phil? Are you in there?"
"You have to be fucking kidding me" Phil snorted as they both watched the door begin to open.
Maryse remained frozen until Phil urged her off the couch and into the bathroom; he got in as well and closed the door.
"Phil?"
Maryse's back was pressed to the door and Phil was leaning into her, she still felt off her feet and realization was just downing on her.
"I'm in the bathroom, can't this wait?" Phil responded, pressing his forehead against the door.
"Are you taking a shower?"
"No I'm taking a shit… so you know, come back later, maybe tomorrow"
Maryse could hear Mickie laughing. "You are such a pig… but anyway, we are waiting for you so wipe that ass and get out"
Phil sighed, but Maryse just stood there. "Give me a minute" He faced Maryse, his eyes searching her face until she looked back to him. "Sorry blondie, gotta go… but who knows, maybe I'll see you later" He kissed her, pressing her even more against the door until all of a sudden he pulled away, moved her to the side and got out.
Once she was alone and she couldn't hear people moving and talking on the other side she fixed her clothes and her hair, at least she had her makeup bag in the other room and she could do some retouching before stepping out…
When she finally walked out of the bathroom she noticed that the main door was closed, so putting her clouded thoughts of Phil and his hands on her she walked in that direction and tried to open the door.
It was locked.
She was trapped.
Alone.
She whined and kicked at the door. She was definitely going to kill the twins and Nick, and once she was done with them she was going to find Phil and finish business with him…
TBC…