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A/N Just remember that this fic is rated M for a reason O_O
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Sitting down on the floor with her back resting against the wooden barrier that separated her from the rest of the world, Maryse allowed a sigh escape her lips. She had been sitting there for a while, waiting… her mind absent while her finger searched song after song in the iPod touch that rested in her hand.
She did that search automatically, sliding and choosing, her finger acting on its own accord because her mind was not putting any attention on it, nor where her ears.
But then a song she chose without paying attention started to play and the riff of the guitar forced her to crawl out of the trance she had been submerged into. She loved that song, but without waiting for it to finish she tore the ear plugs away from her, turned the iPod off and then put it in the designer bag that held her makeup.
She hated waiting, and she hated that she was waiting because her oh so called friends decided to locked her in that room only to forget all about her.
How could anyone forget about her?
And why would anyone leave her behind, all worked up and locked away?
But at least not everything was terrible that night. No… at least she got the revelation of something that had been bothering her for some time now…
After what happened in that couch she could say without a doubt that Phil wanted her. His words could say anything and he could try to put her down in any way possible, but his hands betrayed him and his lips on her spoke another tune, a tune that she liked very much.
Yes, there was no doubt that he wanted her.
But then again why shouldn't he? Every other man did and after all Phil was a man like any other… She caught her lower lip between her teeth and then unable to stop herself she laughed out loud.
How could she have ever doubted it?
With a smile playing on her lips, she took a small mirror out of her bag and studied her reflection; she had already retouched her makeup, she had fixed her hair as best as she could and the only thing left to do now was to wait… and she hated waiting, but at least she was looking good.
Not only good but great; very sexy.
Her mind wandered back to the events that took place in the couch and once again a smile formed on her lips, memories of not long ago invading her mind… or at least that was until all of a sudden the door opened and she almost fell on her back.
"I come in peace, I'm just a messenger so please don't kill me"
Maryse regained her composure and got to her feet as gracefully as she could, she was not going to lose her sophistication under any circumstance. She arched an eyebrow and saw that Mike was the one that had opened the door to let her free, the twins were nowhere to be found.
"Where are they?" Maryse asked dryly while she smoothed her dress a bit, she didn't have to mention any names because she knew that he knew who she was asking for.
"I don't know, we were walking out of catering when we ran into Phil… the girls kind of freaked out and Phil was giving them the evil eye and next thing I know I was sent here…"
"You know what?" She rolled her eyes, her hand almost to his face in a gesture that told him not to speak anymore. He took that opportunity to kiss her palm and she shoved his face away. "Ugh… never mind, just tell them that I hate them"
She took the first steps away from him and before she could go much further Mike called her name. She looked back, kind of exasperated because she wanted to get going.
"What?" She snapped.
"Call me" He said pursing his lips as if to kiss her, Maryse just turned around and kept walking.
Leaving the man behind and carrying her makeup bag with her, Maryse paraded down the corridor, flipping at her hair while the heels of her boots echoed all around her.
She had a lot of things on her mind, but for now she only needed to focus on getting her things and find a way back to the hotel. From there she could figure out what to do.
The good thing was that she had no bags to carry, just her makeup bag and that she put into her purse. Once she was ready she called a taxi and after some time she was at the door of the hotel, she walked in.
The lobby was busy for been so late, and she could recognize most of the people there as her coworkers, all of them probably meeting up to leave for some club or something. Maryse made her way through them, keeping her gaze straight ahead and not stopping to chat with any of them, she didn't even bother to look at most of them.
"Maryse"
The blonde Canadian rolled her eyes and made a grimace that turned into a fake smile, then she turned around to find a smiling Mickie standing in front of her. The poor fool was almost jumping from foot to foot like some little girl in front of her idol.
Maryse smiled more at ease, not at the woman but at the realization that if Mickie was there then so must Phil. "Mickie, I thought you were going out with your friends"
She wrinkled her nose… that little horse face was the reason she had ended up locked in that room all alone, at least with Phil she was going to have lots of fun.
"We are, we are just waiting for Evan, he always takes forever to get ready, here" The petit woman handed her a glass of wine like the one she was sipping, Maryse took it, knowing already that she was not going to drink it because that was probably a cheap wine and she only drank the best. "Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for doing my makeup, that was really nice of you… and well, since I know you like wine…"
Maryse waved her off dramatically and then rested her hand on Mickie's shoulder. "Ah that's just me, I do nice things. Talking of nice, thanks for the wine and it was nice talking to you, now I have to go, au revoir"
She turned and walked away, but instead of making her way to the elevator, she moved through the crowd, her eyes scanning the room until she spotted Phil talking to Kofi.
He had his arms folded up against his chest, his back resting against the wall as he talked animatedly. She walked to him and once he spotted her he raised an eyebrow at her.
"I want to talk to you" She said quirking her lips and taking on a pose that told him she meant business.
Kofi looked at Phil and then at Maryse, she knew he was probably wondering what business she had with his little tricky friend… that or he was checking her out… whatever.
"Man, I'll see if I can make that kid hurry up" Kofi said with a huge smile as he walked away.
Maryse watched him go, the sudden and irrelevant thought that Phil surrounded himself with people that were always flashing smiles all around while he himself was such an ass taking over her mind…
"Wow that was really rude, didn't you noticed we were in the middle of a conversation?"
Maryse turned her attention back to Phil and blinked two times before opening her mouth. "Rude? You are telling me I'm rude when you walked out on me and left me locked in again"
Phil laughed, shifting his position while he shook his head. "You got locked in again?" He laughed again, throwing his head back as she stared at him.
Maryse ran the tip of her tongue along her lower lip, a serious and kind of annoyed expression taking over her face. "That's not funny, and it was not funny either that you decided to flee all of a sudden, you just don't leave me hanging like that"
Phil bit on his lip ring and shrugged. "I told you I had to go, besides I don't see what's the big deal. We were just fooling around and well, I'm sure that was nothing compared to what you do with guys you meet up at bars"
Maryse lips parted and she would have gasped if she could, but for the moment she just stood there, too shocked to react.
Who the hell did he think he was? She was Maryse and no one talked to her like that. Why did she ever consider him? A guy like him should be content with the mere fact that she allowed them near and here he was, putting her down and talking nonsense.
He didn't know her and he had no right to make speculations about her life.
She closed her lips, looked away and let out a snort; she could slap him, she knew how good that felt but instead she attempted to throw the wine on his face…
But be it because he was quicker or because he saw her intentions miles away, he blocked her, pushing her hand away and as a result spilling the wine all over her dress.
Maryse gasped and took a step back, her mouth hanging open as her eyes took in the damage done to her clothes.
"I told you, you are too predictable"
She sent Phil a cold glare, wanting to hit him for doing that to her, for messing up her life. But instead of caving for those brutal desires she turned around and walked away.
She was tired of Phil, of his games and all this little antics; she was tired of him trying to put her down with all his derogatory remarks and she was tired of letting him bother her. Screw him, she didn't need him.
Made into a fury, Maryse made her way to her room and luckily for her friend, the room was empty. She slammed the door, opened it again and then slammed it harder, her anger making everything blur around her.
Who the hell did he think he was?
She got into the bathroom and took the dress off, tossing it aside as if the small piece of fabric was to blame for all her problems. It didn't make her feel better so she took off her boots and threw them harder, not caring that they had cost her a few hundreds.
"Ugh!" She growled, looking at the mess he had made of her, she was sticky with wine; the fiery red liquid had trespassed her dress and her skin suffered the consequences.
She took her underwear off, tossed aside and got into the shower. Once in there she turned the water on and began cleansing herself.
"Quel connard!" She mumbled under her breath as she scrubbed her skin. "I don't do guys at bars… stupid jerk" She kept bathing herself while she cursed and talked to herself, and once she was done she was still feeling angry.
It bothered her to no end that he always got the worst in her…
She put on a short silky robe and walked to the sink to take off her makeup, when that was done she brushed her hair angrily, brushed her teeth and cursed some more.
Somehow she didn't think she was getting sleep that night. Maybe she should go out to a bar, get drunk and keep thinking her murderous thought towards Phil…
And as she was having some of those thoughts she heard the door to her room getting open and she smiled bitterly. At least there was someone with whom she could take her frustrations out, after all this was all her friend's fault.
She stormed out of the bathroom. "Brie you…" She stopped dead in her tracks, a hairbrush secured in her hand as she stared at the black haired that had gotten into her room, it was not the black haired she was expecting. "How did you get in here?"
He smiled and showed her the card key… somehow the whole thing smelled like betraying twins.
"Get out" She said, venom in her voice as her hand squeezed the hairbrush. He had no right to insult her and then invade the privacy of her room. "Get the hell out of my room!"
She threw the hairbrush at him, meaning to take his head off with it; but as always, he managed to evade her efforts and before she knew it he was giving gigantic steps to her direction.
She looked around, trying to find something she could use to hurt him, but because she couldn't find anything she charged at him, ready to show him what it meant to mess up with her.
But Phil was quicker and stronger and not only did he stopped her, but he also managed to pick her up and throw her onto the bed where he immobilized her by pinning her down with his body and holding her hands above her head.
"Let go of me" She hissed, trying to push him away. But no matter how hard she tried, the more she struggled the more difficult it became for her to move. "Get off!"
"Stop fighting sweetheart, because I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what you wanted to tell me"
Maryse laughed dryly, not even a bit of amusement in her. "Are you crazy? I don't want to talk to you and I don't want to see you ever again, I hate you… get…off"
Phil grinned. "No you don't hate me, you are just mad because…"
"Yes I'm mad at you, so just get off of me and leave me alone, isn't it enough with what you did to me?"
The Chicago native sighed. "What I did to you? You mean not falling to your charm and do whatever you wanted me to do or was it the wine thing? Because if it was the wine you had that one coming"
Maryse arched her eyebrow. "It's not about the wine! It's about the way you talk to me and treat me… you don't know a damn thing about me and you have no right to…"
"You are right, I don't know you, but I've seen enough of you to have a good idea. You are vain, shallow and conceited, just one of those women who think that a pretty face will get them anywhere. You are used to getting all the attention, you love adulation and if you don't get it your small little world stops rotating and everything starts to fall apart. Did I get it right?" He chuckled. "You are the kind of woman that ends up alone…"
Maryse laughed, cutting him off. "I'm not on any kind of women you have ever known, there is only me and unfortunately for you I will never be with the likes of you, I will not end up with you"
"Yeah… but not because you don't want to… and don't roll your eyes because you know it's true" He took both her wrists in one hand and the other one slid down to her leg only to start making its way up again until it rested on her exposed thigh. "You want to end up with me and the thought that I'm not on my knees begging your favor disconcerts you to a point that you can't stop thinking about me"
"Oh please, that's ridiculous. You disgust me and you only make me mad with your stupid comments"
"I don't think disgust is the way you feel about me… well, at least it wasn't back at the locker room and I'm sure it's not what you are feeling now" He said with a mocking smile and she rolled her eyes. "So tell me, is this you want?"
"I want you to get out of here now" She said as his hand traveled north, sneaking underneath her robe and resting at the curve of her waist.
Phil chuckled and shook his head. "Don't lie to me Maryse, tell me what you really want?"
"I want you to leave me alone" This time there was more conviction in her voice, but still, he laughed, his fingers tracing a path to the underside of her breast.
"Liar"
"I'm not lying" She replied, but she still allowed him to untie the lace that held her robe together… letting him expose her body to him. She should stop him, because by now she knew he was only playing a wicked game with her and his goal was to take away her sanity.
But she didn't stop him and she just watched him as he watched her. "Tell me what you want and don't lie"
She swallowed hard, feeling very conscious that his eyes were taking her all in, roaming all along her body. She could just push him away, his grip on her had loosened considerably and he had moved to rest at his side.
Was that what she wanted, to push him away? She didn't know what she wanted… or did she? She knew that he was a jerk with her and she knew that she hated when he was a jerk to her; but if there was something that she knew as well was that her body had taken a liking to him, that it craved for his touch and that when he touched her and kissed her she was reduced to a big pile of goo.
She sighed, closing her eyes as his finger traced the curve of her breast, he was a teaser and that she didn't like either.
"Tell me…" His raspy voice asked, making her feel warm all over as his breath caressed her face. She didn't like his games.
"I want you to stop playing games with me" She said in a whisper, admitting defeat?
He cupped her with his palm, weighing her, feeling her, his fingers pinching and teasing at her bare breast. "That's better… what else do you want?"
She gulped, trying not to arch into his touch. She was barely aware that she was falling prey to his games. "I want you to stop being a jerk to me…"
He let go of her hands but she let them in place, gasping when she felt his lips taking on the task his hands were doing seconds ago. She gave into sensation and arched her back to him, one of her hands finally moving from where he had left it to tangle into his hair.
As soon as her fingers touched him he pulled away, making her open her eyes to stare into his olive ones. "I can do that… what else?"
Because her hands were still on him, she pushed his head to hers, claiming his lips once he was close enough to do so. She kissed him and he kissed her back, and for a while that's all they did.
Then her other hand moved as well, sliding underneath his shirt and running freely along his stomach and up to his chest. He was also making an exploration of his own, his hungry hands taking what they could and making her shiver at the sensation.
This was the best case of wrong… she knew it was wrong and that it will all probably come back to bite her in the ass… but she could deal with that later, she had no mind to do it now.
What she wanted now and all she could think of was that she wanted to feel him as he was feeling her; so she pulled away from the kiss to take off his shirt; she wanted no restrains between the two.
Once the shirt was off her restless hands went down to the imprisoned bulge in his pants. She stroked him thought his jeans, enjoying the short gasp that escaped him… then she went to unbutton it and unzipped it, and once that task was done he helped her take the jeans off, they went down with his boxers and off with his shoes.
She pulled him to her, letting him rest on top of her and right between her legs. "I want you, that's want I want…" Before she could finish he kissed her, hard and hungry until he stole the air out of her lungs, all the while her hands roamed across his back, her back arching into him because her body was eager to take him in.
And that was so close to happening, he was in position and a single push would do the trick… still, he rubbed against her entrance, the tip of his hardness teasing at her bundle of nerves and each time he pushed into him he pulled back.
"Phil…" She complained after tearing away from his lips.
"Tell me again what you want" He rasped, his tongue moistening his lower lip and his darkened eyes bearing into hers.
Maryse wanted to whine, but instead she gave him want he wanted, if something she knew was that there was no pride behind closed doors, not when she could get want she wanted from it. "You, I want you…" Her words turned into a gasp when he pushed himself into her. It was so abrupt and it had taken her by surprise, but that was a pleasant surprise and she gladly took him in, she had been afraid he was going to tease her and then leave her all hot and bothered.
Thankfully he didn't, what he did was establish a maddening slow rhythm that made her want to turn around, straddle him and ride him silly…
"A little eager aren't we?" He said, withdrawing almost to the point where he was going to pull out and then slowly sliding in. He repeated the action, each time sliding in a bit harder, but only a little.
"You want to kill me" She breathed out, throwing her head back into the mattress. He took that moment to kiss her, slow and thoroughly while his hand held her hips in place.
He was torturing her, she was sure that he was doing it to torture her. At times he would speed up only to return to the same tortuous rhythm after just a few delicious seconds, not even her urgings and her hands pulling him to her worked.
He was driving her crazy.
Breaking the kiss and searching her eyes he grinned, stopping the movement altogether… staying still and throbbing inside of her. "What is it frenchie…?"
Maryse opened her mouth to tell him what was it, but before she could, he pulled out and slammed back in, tearing a moan out of her. He did it again, and before she knew it he picked up a nice speed, going deeper and harder until she had to bite hard on her lips to keep quiet.
It was kind of intriguing… the way Phil ran his mouth around with everyone she had kind of imagined him to be a talker while doing the deed… not that she complained, it was a bit annoying having a guy chanting how good she felt, or asking her every second or so how much she liked it or even telling her over and over again how she was all his… she preferred this quiet Phil that concentrated only on what he was doing and the only thing that came of his parted lips were a few estranged moans.
She on the other hand could barely keep her moaning down, she could only control some of it when he leaned into her to kiss her, their bodies fusing together at last. She felt great, in a frenzy, so wanton… and as he kept his rhythm strong and exquisite she let go, arching her back to him and letting the wave of pleasure wash through her.
It took her a while to get back to her full senses, but when she did he was still in her, moving with ease, his face flushed and his eyes wild… she took in all that until his own climax approached.
Much as he did with her, she kissed him while he shivered his release away, and when he ceased to spasm inside of her and the last of his essence was spilled, he rested his forehead against hers for a brief moment, catching his breath as her finger traced lazy patterns on his back.
Maryse took in a deep breath and closed her eyes as he pulled from her, then he rolled off of her. That had been great and that she wanted to repeat it someday, somewhere was for sure, and why not? She obviously liked it and she could say that he did too.
As she mused over that, she felt him get off the bed and after a few moments of silence she opened her eyes to see that he was doing… and what she saw was him putting on his clothes.
"Where are you going?" She asked sitting up.
He looked back at her and gave some kind of a smile. "Out…"
She stared at him, he was going out? After what just happened? She brought the blanket up to cover her body, trying to think on something to say.
He was going out? Just like that?
He must have noticed the look on her face because he chuckled. "What, you want some cuddling time? I would never have taken you for the cuddling type"
Maryse lowered her gaze and snorted bitterly, her tongue darting out to peek through her lips. He was a jerk and he will always be a jerk!
She knew this was coming back to get her…
He sighed loudly and sat back on the bed. "Look…" He took her chin between his fingers and made her look up to him. "I'm sorry… I'm not too good with this shit"
Maryse blinked, taken aback with the fact that he apologized to her.
"So I don't know… why don't you get cleaned up and…" He shrugged and raised his eyebrows. "I don't know we can go out and talk, or whatever the hell is that you want to do"
"Talk?" She asked, getting even more perplexed by him.
"Yes, you know, that thing normal people do when trying to get to know each other"
She chuckled. "Will you be good and not throw random insults at me?"
"I can try… as long as you keep off your little cloud"
She threw a pillow at him but he caught it before it could hit him. "See, you started it… I don't live in a cloud and I'm definitely not like you think I am" She pouted, upset…
He moved closer and kissed her, his hand holding her face close to his. When they pulled away he smiled. "Then prove me wrong, I want you to. Maybe I can show you than I'm not so disgusting…"
She quirked her lips and smiled faintly. "I don't think you are disgusting…"
"Yeah I kind of figured that out since the day at the elevator"
"Oh shut up you so wanted me since that day" She rolled her eyes knowingly…
"Yeah whatever… so what do you say? We can go out, grab something to eat… I don't know, whatever you want"
She smiled. "Ok, just let me… get dressed" She got to her feet, opening her eyes as wide as she could when her back was to him. The truth was that she hadn't expected those turns of events. At all.
But talking was good… she guessed… food too.
Maybe he could turn out not to be a complete jerk… and if they could survive without wanting to rip each other's throats for one night then it all would be good. Whatever it came to be at least there were not going to be more games.
Just the two of them, two complete opposites trying to know each other…
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