Disclaimer, etc., in part 1. Thanks to those that have reviewed so far.

Prompt for this part was #82, hotel room.

Remember, this was written as three related one-shots, so they won't flow from scene to scene like a usual story would.

Two - Rash Behavior

She couldn't believe what she'd done. She didn't know why she'd done it, why she'd said what she had... Why she had told CM Punk of all people those things. It was incredibly stupid of her. She had no idea why she'd just spilled her guts like that... Why she had told him all the things that had been bottled up inside of her. She had no excuse for it, either. The heat of the moment wasn't a good reason. She shouldn't have said a word to him about any of it. She should have just left when he'd come over to get in the hot tub with her. Just walked away. But she hadn't. Nope. Instead, she'd spilled how she'd felt about Kelly and Zack and everything, she'd told him the truth about Teddy Long of all people - the old pervert - and her parting remark? Completely and totally stupid. It was just asking for him to poke into things, and if he did that, then it could all fall down around her. Not just around her. Around them.

She couldn't afford to let that happen.

Squaring her shoulders, Eve Torres took a deep breath, the woman lifting her hand to knock on the door in front of her, hoping that the information she'd been able to get her hands on was correct and that he was rooming alone. Because if he wasn't... She was just going to make things worse for herself. Hell, she was probably doing that anyway. But for some reason, she just couldn't seem to stop herself. Maybe that was her problem.

The man blinked as he opened the door and saw her standing there, Eve's gaze immediately sliding down his form, taking in his wet hair, the water droplets that were still evident on his chest, and the towel that was slung around his waist. Her mouth opened in surprise, the woman taking a step back. The last thing she'd expected was for him to open the door wearing nothing but a towel. "I... Really shouldn't have come here," she said, starting to back away, then letting out a yelp when he reached out and took hold of her arm, tugging her inside his room, closing and locking the door behind them, then reaching down to make sure that his towel was still more or less secure.

"You came here, I figure there had to be a reason," CM Punk said, frowning as he looked at her. "I'll go get dressed."

"I shouldn't be here-"

"Stay. I'll chase you down if you don't, and somehow, I don't think you want to be seen with me... Especially if I'm wearing a towel and running after you down the hallway," the WWE champion said before slipping into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and leaving Eve more or less alone. Part of her contemplated just leaving, just walking out of his hotel room and making a run for it, but somehow she thought that he had been telling the truth when he'd said that he would come after her, and the last thing she needed was for them to be seen together. So instead of leaving, she made her way over to the couch in the room and sat down quietly, twisting her hands together as she mentally cursed herself for coming here. This was the second time in a week that she'd acted on some stupid impulse when it involved CM Punk. First, she'd practically confessed all to him in a damned hot tub of all places and now... Here she was, in his hotel room.

For a smart woman, sometimes she could really act like an idiot.

Eve looked over as Punk came out of the bathroom, now wearing jeans and a t-shirt, his feet bare, the man towel-drying his dark hair. He frowned as he looked at her. "You know, you're the one that came to me... So why is it that you suddenly look like you're about to face a firing squad or something?"

"Because I shouldn't have come here, and I know it."

"Then why did you come here?"

"Because last week I shouldn't have... You can't tell anyone what I said last week. When we... When we ran into each other in the pool-"

"And spent close to twenty minutes together in a hot tub?" he finished for her. "When you told me you were sick - and understandably so - of playing second fiddle to Kelly Kelly of all people? When you told me that you wanted Cena and Ryder out of your life, so you staged a scene with the Bellas? When you told me that you threatened a lawsuit against Teddy Long because he propositioned you? Oh, right... And when you implied that you're not really working for John Laurinaitis at all? Is that what you're referring to?" he wanted to know, and Eve shifted uncomfortably, finding it difficult to meet the man's eyes, instead staring down at her hands, noting that the polish on one of her fingernails was getting chipped. She'd have to have that taken care of. Shaking her head, she forced herself to speak.

"I... You know that's what I'm talking about. I shouldn't have run my mouth off to you. I don't know why I did," she said, rising to her feet and starting to pace back and forth across the length of the room. "It was stupid of me. Completely irresponsible. If you'd told people what I'd said... It would have ruined everything, and it would be all my fault. I can't let that happen. I just can't. So you can't tell anybody. Please, I'm begging you-"

She broke off as Punk was suddenly there in front of her, the man's hands on her shoulders as he yanked her in, pressing his lips to hers, her eyes widening in surprise as he kissed her. The kiss shocked her into immobility for a moment, the diva just standing there with her arms at her sides, and then she reached up, putting her hands between them, her fingers clutching at his t-shirt almost reflexively for a moment before she forced her fingers to uncurl, her palms pressing against his chest as she pushed him away, the man stepping back instantly at her light shove. Eve stared up at him with wide eyes, not quite sure she believed what had just happened. CM Punk hadn't really just kissed her, had he?

She unconsciously licked her lips, her eyes widening a bit more when she saw the way the innocent act drew his attention to her mouth. She took another step back, all too aware that if she moved back much more, she'd probably end up falling over the arm of the couch and landing in a most undignified position. Because of that, she didn't step back again when he shifted closer to her. She did however, look away from him for a moment, uncomfortable under the intensity of his gaze. "What was that for?" she whispered, tucking some hair behind her ears. Punk shrugged a bit, perhaps reading her discomfort because he took a step away from her, giving her a little space as he answered her.

"Thought it might shut you up for a second. Not to mention that I figured it would get your attention."

Her eyes flared angrily at that. "You had no right-"

He cut her off with another kiss, his hands capturing hers before she could push him away, the man drawing her arms around his neck, then running his hands down her arms before sliding his arms around her waist, changing the angle of the kiss just a bit... Eve kissing him back, her hands tangling in his hair, the woman whimpering softly as she felt him draw her bottom lip between his teeth... And then she stepped back suddenly, her eyes on his, Eve certain that a horrified blush was staining her cheeks as she looked up at him in shock... Shock at what he had done... Shock at her own response to it.

"I..." She shook her head, blinking back the tears she suddenly felt welling up in her eyes, and Punk swore softly, stroking a hand over her hair before he stepped away from her.

"Eve..." He closed his eyes, cursed again, then looked at her. "I've wanted to do that for... Awhile now. Not just since last week when I caught sight of you in that blue bikini, but for a long time before that. I've... I shouldn't have just kissed you like that, but it's not just... I didn't just do that to shut you up. I did it because I wanted to. I wanted to kiss you. And I wanted that second kiss even more than the first. Hell, right now, I'm having trouble keeping my mind off of a third kiss. You can hate me for it, but... There it is. I kissed you because I wanted to."

"You shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have kissed me. It just..."

"I do a lot of things that I shouldn't do," Punk replied, carefully easing her away from the arm of the couch so she wouldn't back up and trip over it, the man then stepping away from her and moving over to the end of the bed, seating himself on it. He gestured for her to take a seat on the couch again, and she did so, shifting a bit uncomfortably. "You came here because you wanted my promise that I wouldn't tell anything. It would be nice if you could just trust me, but I get why you don't. Although... I guess you trusted me enough to actually come to my hotel room. So that's something. Even if I did kind of mess things up by kissing you twice. I won't do it again. Unless you want me to."

Eve found herself staring at him for a moment at those words, fighting the urge to say she did want him to kiss her again, the woman quickly averting her gaze and taking a deep breath as she tried to gather herself and keep from saying something stupid. Eve pressed her lips together, then rubbed her hands over her face. "Last week... I told you things I had no right to tell you. I don't know why I did it. It was just bubbling up inside me and... You were there when it came out. Or maybe you were just the first one to ask, and I just spilled my guts. And I... You can't tell anyone, Punk. You can't. It would really mess things up-"

"For who?" he wanted to know, the man lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them as he looked at her. "Because I don't think it's just for you. I know you don't have a lot of reason to trust me, Eve. But I haven't said a word to anyone about what you told me in that hot tub. Not just because I didn't think anyone would believe me... But because I knew it wasn't my right to tell. And I've been thinking for the past week... Wondering what you meant when you walked away."

"I was just... Tossing words around. Saying what came to mind-"

"I don't think so, Eve," the wrestler said quietly, still watching her calmly.

"I spoke rashly, and without thought-"

"Yeah, well, I just kissed you twice. I behaved rashly, and without thought. Doesn't mean it didn't happen and the only reason I might regret it is if it upsets you, which I'm pretty sure it does, and I'm sorry for that. And I get that you wish you could take back what you told me last week, but... I'm glad you can't. I wish you wouldn't regret telling me, and I wish you'd tell me more. I wish you'd tell me the truth about what you meant. No one would believe that you would spill your secrets to me, and you know it. So if you're not really working for Big Johnny, then who are you working for, Ms. Torres?" he asked her, his gaze locked with hers, and Eve couldn't say why she actually let it slip out, why she confessed it to him, but she did it, the words slipping from her lips, the diva not blinking, her eyes locked on his as she told him the truth.

"Stephanie and Triple H."