Madness. That's what it was. Complete and utter madness. She had no idea what was even going on anymore. One minute she was upset at Daniel and angry at everything and another she didn't care what was going on and was looking actively for Kane.

Since the incident in the hall after she flipped on Natalya she hadn't seen hide nor hair of the large man and she was sure that someone like him was extremely hard to miss. Still in those rare moments of clarity when nothing at all was running through her mind she swore she could still feel his lips against hers. And she wanted more.

He hadn't done anything else other than fondle and kiss her, stealing her breath and sending her senses into overdrive. She was in the middle of one such moment when she'd run into Matt Striker. She didn't comprehend the words that were coming out of his mouth and was only barely aware that she was scowling at the likeable young man. As he continued ask questions about Daniel and what her prediction was for his match at Extreme Rules Kaitlyn showed up and took up for her; telling Striker to back off that she needed the space because she was hurting. If she wasn't still thinking about the burning feel of Kane's lips against her skin she would have laughed out loud at that.

Striker wandered away and Kaitlyn started asking if she was ok and berating Daniel all in the same breath. Kaitlyn's words ran together and she couldn't take anymore and smacked her. It wasn't a little smack either, the blond's head snapped to the side and instantly she felt sorry and moved towards Kaitlyn but the other girl moved away a hand clasped to her cheek; leaving her to standing by herself.

Fresh tears started washing down her cheek as she made her way through talent and crew alike, everyone giving her a wide berth as if she was going to snap on them at any moment. Behind her, around her and even right in front of her people spoke in hushed whispers afraid of setting her off yet too nosey to mind their own business. She felt like tearing her hair out at the roots and she was only seconds away from turning and snarling at everyone to shut up when all the chatter seemed to die away on its own.

Her eyebrows drew together as she looked up and noticed that everyone seemed to staring at one point behind her and she wondered idly if she had screamed madly at them all and just didn't remember it. A single growl from somewhere at her back caused her to shiver violently and everyone else in the area to disappear. Turning she found herself staring up at one of her mental breakdown inducing problems; her eyes touching on every plane of the large man that they could.

Like before he was in his red and black ring gear; the spandex stretched tight against his chest and hugging his long lean legs—and what long legs he had, long strong legs that the more she stared the more her mouth went dry and her hands ached to touch him all over. However there was one difference, the rust colored mask that had hidden his face view the first time was gone, his hair hanging around face and obscuring some of it from her sight. The parts she could see however were stubbled and strong looking.

A shudder worked its way down her spine as she reached out to touch a chestnut curl; wondering if it was a smooth and silk like as she remembered. She must have gotten too close because he pulled back, his eyes shuttered as he looked at her intently.

"You looked like you could have used the help." He gruffed as he turned to leave.

"You said you could teach me control, and yet all you've done is just give me endless nights of sleeplessness and a bad case of jelly legs."

Kane smirked and reached out to touch her face, his finger as light as a butterfly glancing off her cheek. Just that simple touch tied her stomach into knots and she closed her eyes as she leaned into the touch. Large arms wrapped around her and she reveled in the safe feeling that emanated from one of the most dangerous men in the company.

"Why me?" She murmured as she rubbed her face against his strong, wide chest.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm weak, I'm bad luck.."

"Says who?"

Kane's lips found her sensitive pulse point and was worrying it with his teeth as his hands splayed over her back and pressed her closer.

"Well Danny..."

"And Bryan is a fool. He only blames you because he isn't man enough to take the blame for his failings."

She stood on tip toe to wrap her arms around his neck for support as his teasing weakened her knees; her breath coming in shallow pants. Her eyes opened slowly as she felt him pull away and she watched as he turned away. Confusion started to swirl again in her chest and she called out, her voice clear and steady despite her pulse beating at a rapid tattoo against her sternum.

"Why do you do that?"

Kane turned and looked at her as if he'd never seen her before. "Do what?"

"Drive me to distraction and the leave?"

Kane smiled—not the devastating smirk that he had that meant trouble, not the little ghost of a smile that was forced, but an honest to goodness smile—and it transformed his face and in that instant she realized that she would give that man anything he asked of her. He moved back over and she eagerly closed the gap; her hands coming to rest on Kane's chest and her face tilting up so she could look at him.

"Control."

"I-I don't understand."

Again Kane smiled and again it was the smile that she was sure that no one else had seen and once again it melted her heart a bit more. He brushed his lips over hers and moved away; leaving her with her eyes closed and her lips searching for his. When she felt no pressure against them she opened her eyes and looked around; the hallways deserted. More confused than before she stormed off, her mind trying to come to terms with what Kane was doing to her.