Notes: Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate them all and I'm glad you are enjoying this. I didn't know where to go with this story but Age was awesome enough to give me an idea and I used it and gave it a twist! So this is rated M, hope you like O.o

Cute Boring Love

It's funny how he was the first thing to cross my mind once I was able to crawl out of the initial shock of the news I was impaled with; not funny in a hilarious way but funny in a weird way…

Funny almost in a sad manner.

And it wasn't something specific that came into my mind, just him and the realization that I wasn't going to see him anymore, not probably anyway.

It was just a passing thought and I didn't dwell on it long enough as my mind became too occupied with other matters; like what I was going to do from now on and about how awful it was that I came so far only to get the wings cut out of my back before I even took flight.

I was warned about this because it's not the first time something like this happens in this company, especially in the women's division; but even though I've seen it with my own eyes with some of the other girls I still wasn't prepared.

As a matter of fact it took me completely by surprise and I just don't get it, just as recently as last week they let me have and even win my first televised match and all of a sudden I get the call saying that as a result of my disciplinary issues I was being cut off.

The action baffles me and their reason perplexes me because I know for certain that I haven't done one thing that could be considered as me causing trouble and let alone having disciplinary issues; I mean it's true that I don't live the Straight Edge lifestyle but that's like taking disciplinary measures with Taker for not being dead!

Besides what does it matters if every once in a while I go into a bar to relax and have a good time, I mean I'm just twenty-four and it's not like there will be kids there that would get shocked to see the SES Serena having a drink. It's stupid, at least I haven't been caught drunk out of my mind and peeing in sinks and I've never been taken by the police and into jail for assaulting my better half… not that I have any but that's not the point, the point is that some of the divas have done worse and they still have a job while I was released with a lame excuse.

Maybe I'm not blonde enough and I don't show enough skin to pull the whole fitting the mold thing…

It's ridiculous if you come to think about it and whole thing is almost bad enough to make me angry, but then that anger is overshadowed by sadness because being here is my dream and I really don't want to leave.

But it's not like I have a choice in the matter; it's done, I was released by a phone call that lasted less than five minutes and there is no more SES and no more WWE for me… it's back at me being just me, on my own.

So the news were delivered to me this afternoon and after hours of laying numbly in my hotel bed thinking and feeling rather sorry for myself I still haven't told anyone, not yet…

The truth is that I don't want to tell anyone, it's a thing of pride I guess, something in me that doesn't want others to see me as a failure… it's me dreading to listen to the 'I told you so' that will come my way…

Oh they will definitely come my way.

I don't want to hear it so for now I'm keeping this to myself. I'll share the news sometime, somewhere but not right now, now I just want to clear my mind and get back to me.

So wanting to take my mind elsewhere I dragged myself out of bed and took a shower, dressing up when I was finished because I knew that laying in bed wasn't going to help my cause; when I was ready and after some deliberation I got out of my room.

At first I didn't know where I was going… I could always go out and have a drink; I mean imagine the irony of me going into a bar and getting completely wasted. That would be something to talk about and I could do it because I honestly don't care, not tonight. Tonight I just need to find some kind of release or I'm going to get into depressed mode and I'll spend the night moping; I don't want to do that, I don't do depression well.

So wanting to put my mind in blank I stepped out of my room and started to walk away, that's when my mind drifted once again to the memory of him.

I can say that since day one we haven't really been in speaking terms with each other; we've gone from little interaction to kissing, to me being mad, to him being and ass and then back to us kissing; then after last time I've been doing my best to evade him and push away whatever kind of attraction I feel for him. It hasn't been easy because we work so close together… or worked, since today that's all in the past, but anyway, the thing is that we are not close in the way I'm close with Drew or even Joey so I don't know why he was the first one I thought of.

But maybe I do know, I mean Drew is nice and Joey is a sweetheart but I can't say that I've lost any sleep over them or that I've caught myself thinking about them in more than an amicable way… I've done that with Punk and as it turns I've done a little bit more than that, I've made out with him…

So there's that and there's also that if I go with either Joey or Drew they'll get upset and then I'll get upset and that's exactly what I don't want, I just want to put my mind in blank and I won't achieve that with them.

Whatever the reason the fact is that I've been standing in front of Punk's hotel room for several minutes now, I'm here just staring at his door and trying to come up with a good reason to be here.

And do I really want to see him? I don't even know the answer to that and I have no clue as to what I can say to him… ah, who am I kidding, I want to see him and talking was not what got me here; if I wanted to talk I would have grabbed my phone and dialed Mickie's or Angela, I consider them both to be close friends and they both know what is like to go through this… so no, talking is not what I came here for.

Making up my mind I knock at the door three times, waiting and holding my breath as a dozen voices in my head tell me to turn around and leave. I ignore them, focusing instead on the sound of a TV that comes from inside the room. The noise tells me he's there, but I don't know, maybe he fell asleep with it on…

I decide to try one more time but before I can get the courage to knock again the door opens and there he is, standing right in front of me as his eyes lock with mine. For some reason he looks imposing standing there looking at me and when he arches an eyebrow I try to smile… I don't find it in me so I just stare back at him.

"Look at this… what a surprise…" He says as his shoulder slumps against the door frame while he crosses his arms up to his chest.

I fight against the urge I feel of running my hand over my head and I sigh; this is the part where I don't know how to proceed because I'm not used to do this. "Can I come in?"

I observe as he pushes with his tongue that part of his lower lip were his ring is and then he nods, moving away so that I can enter his room, his domain. As I walk inside I can feel his eyes on my back and it makes me feel way too self conscious, and then when I hear the door closing I know that I can't turn back from this.

"If I knew I was getting a late night visit I would have made this room more presentable" He says in that mellow voice he seldom uses and I take a look at my surroundings; it's a bit dark here because the only source of light comes from the TV but even though I can see what he means. It looks like he just opened his suitcases and spilled everything around and at random, there are clothes on the chair, over the table and even in the floor; he also has a laptop over the a/c and there's an empty pizza box over the bed… "So what brings you here?"

I bit on my lips and look at him, he is making his way from the door to the bed and when he reaches it he sits and tosses the pizza box over the night stand, then goes back to staring at me.

Even in the dark I can feel the intensity of those eyes on me and I wonder if I did the right thing in coming here… but then I remember that after this there's nothing so I have nothing to lose. "The other night…" I begin to say, not knowing how to go on so I shrug and go with whatever I can come up with. "When you said that you liked me, was that true?"

He chuckles and I notice how his eyes move slowly down my body before going back to my face, scanning me all over… I know I dressed up nicely before walking out of my room and I made sure to look my best so I shouldn't feel so unnerve about the way he looks at me, but it's just that tonight I can't help but to feel too short… and too bald under his stare. "I like you, I mean you are not going to hear from me a declaration of cute boring love but I do like you, a lot"

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and keep my eyes on him. "I didn't come here for a declaration of love"

He arches an eyebrow and I can see a sparkle in his eyes, maybe he doesn't know what motive brought me here to him but he is enjoying it anyway, I can tell… "And what did you came here for?"

Instead of answering with words I walk to the bed, willing to show him. I kind of feel doubt about this but I don't let it show, I just allow my legs to carry me on and when I'm close enough I bend slightly to kiss him.

I don't have to wait long for his response; it's like he was expecting me to do that so as soon as my lips touched his he slides his hand to the back of my neck and holds me secure against him. I don't wait much either and part my lips for him, granting him immediate entrance to explore me at his will.

He does just that, his tongue dancing an old dance with mine while his other hand rests on my lower back. In my mind I feel like he is stealing every breath of mine to drink it as his own, and just by kissing me like that my mind starts to erase everything other than sensation.

Without breaking away from his lips I climb on top of the bed and over him, straddling his hips and getting as close to him as I can; maybe the move was too bold but he didn't seem to mind, quite the contrary because as soon as I did it his hand slid from my back to my the back of my jeans to push me closer against him.

Feeling him like this is endearing, he tastes nice, he smells good and the knowledge that this is a man I used to look up to wrestling wise makes the experience more alluring.

I gasp into his mouth and my hands go to his head, running through the spikes of his short hair and enjoying the feeling of him, so close and warm and very capable of making me forget about everything...

His kiss is intense and I match him move from move, taking what I can and rotating my crotch eagerly against his. Through our clothes I can feel the undeniable proof that he is enjoying this, he is poking against my own heated center as I push harder against him, a liquid warm heat running all through me and making my blood boil.

I'm not used to do this… I mean I'm throwing myself at him without thinking much about it… but does it really matters? I feel like I really need this.

Pushing any doubt away I move my hands down between our bodies and reach for his shirt, lifting it off his torso and breaking the kiss briefly to take it off. Once it's out of his skin I toss it away and go back to kissing him almost furiously, thriving on the heat of his flesh under my touch. He feels exquisite and without giving it a second though I reach down to unbutton his cargo shorts.

That's when he pulls away from the kiss to look at me.

"Slow down" He says in a dark whisper as I stare at his flushed face; his breathing is ragged like my own and I wonder if his heart is also beating like crazy inside his chest.

I can't even think straight and I swallow hard, my hand going lower until I cup him through his pants. I can tell just by touching him that he wants this so I go ahead and whisper to him the first thing that comes to my mind. "I want you" God I hope that didn't come out too needy… but I can't help it, I need this, I want him.

If it was too needy he didn't mind and went back to kissing me with renewed passion, his hands working on taking my own clothes and tossing them along with his. As I'm being undressed I keep my hand on him and with no hesitation I set him free while his hands and lips work on getting to know my body.

His touch is firm and maddening and the way he is burning in my hand makes me swallow down a moan, but the more I stroke him the harder he kisses me and then I can't help but to allow a moan or two to escape pass my lips. At this point I don't care about it, I'm too far gone and when he swirls me around to be the one on top I allow him to.

This feels divine…

His body is pressing against mine, his lips are whispering with lust in my ear and my legs are wrapped around his hips, and just like this, with me feeling wanton it's done, he pushes inside of me as I let out a raspy moan while he sets a rhythm that suits him.

It suits me too and the intensity of this makes me bite on his shoulder at the same time that my nails run all through his back.

"This is why you came here for?" He asks, his voice raspy and breathless while his body melts into mine.

I look into the intensity of his darkened eyes and it almost feels obscene. "Yes…" I whimper, surrendering my body to him as he takes possession, my hand locking at the nape of his neck as my lips find a spot in his neck that makes him hiss and pound harder.

"Tell me" It's a growled command but I don't care, as long as he keeps making my feel like I'm burning inside out I don't really care…

"This is why I came… for you" Suddenly it's too much and I have to close my eyes and whimper his name as we engage in the most intimates of acts, the joining of flesh with flesh.

This is why I came here, looking for release and I found it in him, his expert fingers and his lips in mine making it hit me hard, leaving me moaning and whimpering underneath him until his own release hit him, leaving us both panting and entangled together.

This morning I would never thought that I would end up like this; but here I am, not only in his arms and filled with his essence but I'm also without a job and that's another one I wasn't expecting… but such is life and what can I do but to live it?

"God that was… something" Punk whispers as he slides out of me, then he goes to lay on his back with his eyes closed and one hand over his face; as for me, I just stay here lost in my thoughts for a few minutes that seem to drag for an eternity.

But he's right, that was something else even when I feel a bit awkward about it now that the heat of the moment is gone and I have to face reality.

And right now my reality is not the best one…

Taking a deep breath I sit on the edge of his bed and scan the floor for my clothes, I spot them and when I'm about to get up to my feet he reaches for my hand and pulls me to him. When I'm close he kisses me and I give in into him for a few more seconds before breaking apart.

"I have to go" I say… not really wanting to.

"Hmmm" He mumbles closing his eyes… I take this moment to take a good look at the way his features softens when he is relaxed and satisfied… he's really something else as well but right now I have to go.

So I lean forward and kiss the corner of his lips as he drifts away, he's not sleeping but if I wait some more I'm sure I'll see him pass out. I kind of want to wait but I can't, and I don't know if this will be the last time I'll see of him but if it is this is a nice last image, his eyes closed and his breathing evening out...

I just wish I could stay… but I can't so I clean a bit get my closes and when I'm done I walked out of his room and out of everything, this is the start of something new from me and I have to see where will I begin now.