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CuTe BoRiNg LoVe
The moment the 1,2,3 count echoes all over the arena I feel someone grabbing for my foot and dragging me to the ropes. It's not like I can see the ropes or who is pulling at me, but because I'm retreating from the woman lying on the mat as I slide back on my stomach I think it's pretty obvious where I'm heading; out.
There's also no doubt in my mind about who is pulling at me.
I grin what feels like a wicked grin, looking up to see the rest of the Hart Dynasty getting into the ring, already too late to save their poor Nattie. Moving backwards I watch as one of them kneels besides her and the other one tries to grab for me, but before he can even touch me I'm out of the ring and pulled right into his arms, one arm swung around his shoulder as he steadies me to my feet.
My eyes are glued to the ring and as I stand outside I blindly seek support on him and like always, I find that his hands are on me before I even reach for him. This is nothing new as he is always touching me when we are out here, rubbing my shoulders, holding my hand… it's like those hands can't keep away and I can't do nothing but to bare it.
I can't blame him on that one, this is what they want us to portray and it has always been like this… it's just that ever since our little incident it stated to bother me some.
Right now his touch consist on his hand resting against my lower back as we both stare into the ring, and while the heat of his hand trespasses the fabric of my shirt I try to focus on the defeating sound of the crowd booing the hell out of us… at least the noise distracts me from his touch, they sure love to hate us and I won't lie, I like it.
Right now I'm Serena from The Straight Edge Society and I just got my first match and my first victory in the WWE, this calls for a celebration and we do it our way… by Joey and Luke surprising the men in the ring with a beating while they were too busy watching over Punk and me.
The beating is not new, me being the one who just finished a match a whole new experience, I'm thrilled.
I never expected to win my first match in the WWE and I just did! After months where nothing happened but waiting and just when the road seemed longer I finally made it. I can now say that I'm playing in the big leagues.
It doesn't even matter to me that this is not a televised event, the only thing I can think is that I just had my first match. Sure I cheated to win but who cares about that, it was a good solid match and the crowd reacted to it, obviously hating me while loving the Dynasty.
But now it's over, and when everyone in the ring is taken care of and there is no doubt that this city has no love for us we head back, as a unit and away from the crowd.
"Congratulations kiddo" Drew says and his hand goes to my head, he rubs at me and even when I would find it annoying in any other occasion I laugh at it, I'm too high on adrenaline to care about little things like that. "I say we should celebrate tonight, first round is on me"
"Well that sounds like something" I say, grabbing for a bottle of water while I keep walking with him towards the locker rooms. A night out doesn't sound bad, after all having my first match is a good reason to go out; God knows I deserve some time to have fun.
"Of course it's something, right Pops; I'll even get you one of those Red Bulls you like so much"
At the mention of Pops I turn my head to the side and see that he is walking with Joey right behind us… now… I'm not sure how a night out whit Punk is, but I don't think I like the sound of that…
"Nah you go, I don't want to ruin her night"
Right on Punk…. You'll only ruin it for me…
"What do you mean? You were the one that pushed around so she could have a match, you can't turn us down on this Punk" That was Joey, and I don't like to have a conscience or anything like that… I don't even want to feel in debt but he is right. "Besides she doesn't mind you tagging along, right Serena?"
"I don't mind" I say before occupying my lips with a sip of water, wondering how many of them could see through my lie. I say that just one of them…
"Don't play difficult Pops, you know you want that Red Bull so I'll see you after the show" Drew says while walking away and disappearing into catering.
I take that as my cue to walk faster and head to the locker room; if Punk has to come then fine, that doesn't mean I have to be around him much, he'll probably do his thing and I'll do mine and that's it. No need to worry about it.
Tonight is my night and I won't let him ruin it for me.
I get into the locker room and walk straight to where my bag is, meaning to take some clothes out to take a shower before heading to the hotel.
"You are the worst liar I've ever met"
I straighten up my back and look up to the door, Punk is standing there… I don't even know when he came in but there he is. I shrug, not even bothering to ask what does he means because I know; I only go back to looking into my bag and wonder if he's going to stand there forever.
Good thing that I'm used to pretend that he is not in a room so this shouldn't be so different from all the other times; but then again in all those previous times he's not standing with his back to the door while his eyes are on me… I mean I'm looking into my bag but I can also see him out of the corner of my eye.
"What do you want?" I say while trying not to snap, I'm in a good mood and I don't want it to get rotten.
"I do believe you owe me something"
I arch an eyebrow and my eyes go to him again, he's still in the same place as before and he is still staring intently at me. "I do?"
He nods and just the way he is looking at me should be considered sexual harassment… for some reason my mind begins to have all this crazy ideas… ideas that I would not be considering in any other circumstances where my adrenaline wouldn't be pumping through me.
I shake my head and snort, I think I took a bump out there and it's having an effect on me. I'm so not doing it… but then I look up and see him, his lean figure just standing there, with his arms crossed up to his chest while his eyes scan me over.
I think I already came to terms with the fact that I feel attracted to him so that I feel the warmth of his eyes on me burning is not a surprise… what makes me wonder is why he is looking at me like that.
Could it be that he feels even the sightless bit attracted to me? I mean he did kiss me, twice in a day without any other reason than doing it… or maybe he did it just to mess with me because that last time he was a total ass and he never pursued anything after it.
Maybe I should do what my mind wants, for me to pay him with the same coin. I don't mean doing the kissing part but I can make him believe I'm going to do it, and if I see that he's getting into it I can pull away and leave him hanging, it would serve him well
I walk to him, my feet taking me closer and closer until I'm right in front of him. This is so not me, but not caring about it I lean forward, so close until his eyes look down to my lips… and then, before I can think on it I kiss him.
What a plan that I can't even carry on with it…
So this is not the first time we do this, and just like the previous times he is not shy at all; he parts my lips with his tongue and slides in, finding me and luring me to participate into the kiss. I comply, not even protesting when his hands crawl up my back until he reaches the nape of my neck, angling my face into his while holding me in place.
An ass he may be but he is a good looking ass and he sure knows how to kiss… but even though he has the potential of clouding my judgment I try not to get too much into him, I kiss him but my mind is warning me not to let my guard down, this time I listen to my mind.
I pull away from the kiss and his face follows me, capturing me with his lips before I could get away. I kiss him back, my hands resting against his chest before I have to force myself into pulling away once more. This time I move my face to the side, licking my lips to taste him on me.
I look at him in the eye, he has no clue… and when I disentangle myself from him I see him blink two times before he sucks into his mouth his lip ring. "Thanks for the match" I say, turning my back to him and reaching for my bag. I take it quickly and hurry an exit, leaving him behind while I smile my way out….