A.N. Here's chapter 3, a little more in ring action!

Chapter 3

He is standing so close to her she can feel the heat radiating off his body. The crowd around them cheering and screaming. She had just had a match against Natalya that she hadn't won. She had been trying to recover and get to her feet when Chris Jericho had slid into the ring. His eyes held malicious intent. She stumbled to her feet, backing away in fear. It was only seconds later that CM Punk was standing in front of her, easily blocking her from Jericho's line of sight.

They exchanged heated words, Jericho spit at Punk's feet before exiting the ring. He had gone around Punk, her savior protectively keeping her out of his rivals reach.

She was breathing heavily as Punk turned to face her, their eyes locked and Eli broke out into an exhausted smile. "Good work." He mouthed to her just as she leaned up and caught his mouth with her own. It was far from an innocent chaste kiss and kind of pushed the whole "pg" rating thing but the crowd loved it almost as much as Eli did.

She was somewhat aware that they held the kiss longer then needed, but the Diva was currently vacationing on Cloud 9. She felt her body mold against his when he roughly pulled her against him.

This is what the fans had thought was going to happen at the start of the show when Punk and Eli had entered the arena together. Whatever disappointment they had suffered was definitely gone now. When they pulled apart Eli was even more out of breath then she had been before, a blush from her cheeks to her chest. 'Holy shit.' Was her only thought. So THAT was the tongue thing Beth had told Barbie about.

Punk was smirking at the flustered Diva whom was having a difficulty distinguishing what was acting and what was real. When his music blared out over the arena it was enough to snap Eli back into herself. She returned Punk's smirk, albeit late, with one of her own.

They left the arena together. This time there was no Barbie waiting for her on the other side, Ms. Barbara Blank had the night off and was without a doubt spending it with Mr. Cody Runnels. "Not bad, princess, not bad at all."

She jabbed him playfully with her elbow in response to his obvious teasing. She found she had too much energy and excitement welled inside of her to be embarrassed. "You weren't so bad yourself, Punk." She grinned, using his ring name.

His smirk sent chills (the good kind) down her spine. "How about something to drink, Elysium?"

It was that moment she realized how thirsty she was and didn't hesitate nodding and heading to hospitality. She grabbed a Gatorade and coffee roll settling into a comfortable position on one of the empty tables. Phil had grabbed a bottled water that he already had cracked open.

Whistling filled the air as a few more Superstars entered the room. Kevin/Alex Riley and Chris had smirks splitting their faces. "God damn! That was helluva kiss." Kevin complimented. "Sure it wasn't real?"

"It had to be, something that hot can't be faked." the familiar voice of Cameron flittered into the room. The dark skinned beauty had a smirk of her own carved on her face.

Eli squirmed in her spot, her adrenaline wearing off as she felt a hot blush spread over her. "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't." Was Phil's nonchalant response which only served to deepen Eli's skin tone.

Chris laughed as he gathered his plate from the table. That man took like six donuts AND a giant danish. "You play nice with her Phillip." The older man teased as he walked away.

What was this? A who can make Elysium blush the brightest contest? "Hey, Eli, are you cabbing it back to the hotel tonight?" Alex questioned, curiously.

"Uh, yeah, why? Are you offering a ride?"

"No but Phil is, right Phil?" Cameron looked far to innocent as she spoke.

The Straight Edge Punk seemed completely un phased by the Diva and Superstar's obvious scheming. "What'ya say, princess? Want a ride?"

"Sure..." She managed with a hesitate undertone; her stomach was filled with butterflies. The man turned her into a puddle of mush. "When are ya leaving?"

"Right now."

"Well let's hurry up and get your bag Eli." Cameron grinned pulling the shorter woman off the table she had been sitting on. Poor girl didn't even get to take a bite of her coffee roll as she was dragged to the women's locker room.

"Dude, she is hot." Kevin said, slinging an arm around Phil's shoulders, eyes glued to the two backsides.

Phil glanced at the other man, raising a brow. "Which one?"

Kevin laughed. "You got a point. I got dibs on Cameron."

"Good because you don't have a chance with Eli."

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, E." Cameron winked, giving the other woman a light shove out of the parking lot doorway. "I'll be grilling for details later, I gotta go find Naomi, we are on in a few!"

Not only seconds after the doors closed behind Cameron, they opened again. Phil had his duffel slung over his shoulder and he had put on a pair of sweat pants. "Pushy lot aren't they?" He half-teased, before taking the lead.

His rental was as beat up as hers had been back in Ohio. Somehow she'd expected something a little flashier like a Camaro or a Mustang. "Isn't worth it sweetheart, especially for only a couple days." He seemed to read her mind.

She grinned as she got into the passenger side, tossing her bag in the back. That was exactly how she felt, granted his pay check was definitely bigger than hers.

"Been having fun?" She looked over at him, the silence that had followed the departure from the parking lot broken.

"Loads." She said honestly. "Can't kick the feeling I'm going to botch something though."

"Nerves. We all have 'em. You'll get used to it."

She paused before replying, taking a breath. "Thanks Phil."

"For?"

"Well, not being a dick. I came into this not knowing what to expect, but for the most part everyone has been pretty cool if not just outright helpful."

"You've had it lucky. Not everyone is as nice Eli." He said seriously, then a grin broke out on his face. He glanced briefly at her, but returned his eyes to the road quickly. "How about a bite to eat, sweetheart?"

She was surprised and not sure what to think so she played it cool. "What do you have in mind?"

"Pasta, but it's too late for that so I'd settle for some fries and a shake."

"I'd die for a burger right about now."

He laughed. "Well it's your lucky night, you're not gonna have to die for it."

Eli couldn't help but smile, dark eyes settling on the road ahead. He'd pulled into a Wendy's drive thru and placed their order. When they pulled to the payment window, Eli had turned in her seat to retrieve her bag. She didn't expect him to pay for hers, but right as her hand closed around the material of the duffel one of his hands stopped her. "I got it."

"But," she looked back at him from her awkward position.

"I got it." He repeated flashing her a smirk before leaning out of the window to pay the teenager.

Eli slid herself back into the seat, her hand reaching for her braid and pulling it out from behind her, slinging it over her shoulder. "Thanks."

"Hey, aren't you,"

"Yep." Phil cut the kid off. Poor boy went from looking bored to death to totally star struck. "Keep the change kid."

"But that was a twenty!"

"You got extra for not asking me to sign anything."

Before the kid could say anything Phil had drove to the next window and retrieved the bag and his vanilla shake before driving off. "Poor boy." Eli laughed, taking the bag when Phil offered it. She took her burger out, unwrapping half of it and taking a bite. She even stole a few of Phil's fries when she thought he wasn't looking.

"Don't think I didn't see you stealing my fries, princess." She looked a little startled as she looked over at him over the roof of the car. She had just grabbed her bag out of the backseat and was closing the door. A tiny blush spread across her cheeks at being caught. But the smirk he wore was enough to settle any anxiety she may have felt. "Just for that, you're paying next time."

"I got'cha." She grinned sheepishly before she fully realized what he said. There was going to be a next time? The walk to the hotel lobby was peacefully silent until they got to the elevator.

"Floor?"

"Pardon?" She glanced at him.

"Floor sweetheart, what floor are you on?"

"Oh!" This time she didn't blush. "7." She smiled when he pressed the 7 and then the 8. When the ding sounded at the 7th floor she turned to him, "Thanks Phil, for the ride...and the food."

"Anytime, sweetheart." He wore a smile as she stepped out of the elevator. She watched until the doors closed before making her way to her room. When the door closed behind her she broke out into a face splitting grin. She ran the shower in the bathroom, then dropped her bag on the bed. Something told her she would be having sweet dreams this night.