For some reason, their conversations just didn't have the on screen pep like before. Corporate squashed the Alicia fox angle, instead opting for a more unconventional angle: the champion would start feuding with Cena.

It had been building for quite some time now, and for some reason their interactions had always been tepid with sexual tension. Corporate decided having Cena date Alicia would be an excellent move. Since Cena was no longer champion, he had agreed to lose it in exchange for corporate clearance to break up with Nikki. Her total diva's show had been taken over by Alicia, so this was the next logical step.

One night as Alicia and the Champion were in a collar and elbow tie-up, Cena's music hit. The crowd seemed to gasp in confusion. Cena stood ringside, emotionless and action less. The shield came to ringside slowly, so slowly that their music wasn't triggered. They watched the former champion carefully; the two continued their match, ultimately won by the champion. Alicia invited Cena into the ring.

Cena lifted a mike and looked the champion over. "I want to thank you for helping end things between myself and Nikki, because it just opened the door for someone a lot more flexible, and if I may say so myself, someone a lot better in bed." Some of the crowd cheered.

The champion smirked. "Is that so? She just does it for you? Keeps you satisfied?" Cena nodded, and pulled Alicia under his arm.

"I want you to remember something, champ." She stepped closer to him, "She may be good, but she certainly isn't the champion. She isn't the best. She isn't me." The champion stepped closer, and swiped her nails across Cena's chest.

"FUCK!" he cursed loudly, tossing his head back and rolling his eyes. For a brief second he leaned on Alicia, as his knees went weak. He blushed as he realized what happened, puffing lightly. He blushed again as he felt the telltale stickiness in his shorts. He looked down instinctively, and saw the scratch marks, and the beginnings of a wet spot. Luckily, he wore his black jorts to ringside. He scurried out of the ring to shower and change clothes.

Later that night, as the champion was once again rooming with the shield, Cena stood in her doorway as he had many times before. Little did he know that Alicia's total divas cameras picked up the beginning of his visit. "It's me. We need to talk"

The champion hesitantly warned her companions that they would be having company, hesitating as she watched Rollins and Ambrose sucking Reign's stiff cock together. She groaned and ripped her eyes away from reign's toned form as he stood and they headed for the bedroom.

She straightened the couch, and then walked over slowly to open the door. Cena stood there looking slightly miffed. She let him in, and then shut the door. "What the hell was that? They said get me as turned on as possible while staying within the ratings! Not that shit! Can you do it again?" he ranted, changing his tone as he went from fussing to begging, fingering the claw marks subconsciously.

"What about your other factors?" she asked tentatively. "I asked, and the other factors understand my need for female companionship. Please." He had never felt that good from just a scratch. He had climaxed almost immediately, yet had remained harder than stone.

She took in his built frame with a groan. She raised her hands to his chest gently her breath hitched at the feel of his muscles beneath his tanned flesh. The light contact sent shivers up his spine. He closed his eyes and groaned. She brought her fingers across his arms gently, smirking as she could feel him responding to her touches, spreading his massive arms as if to say, 'I'm yours.' just as she stepped into his arms, kissing his chest lightly, there was another knock at the door. She pulled herself away. "Sit down, feels. "

He looked at her with slight disappointment. "Why?"

She turned and looked at him. "Sit." She repeated firmly.

He sat, and then noticed his erection setting painfully in his pants. He grabbed a pillow as she checked the door.

It was Alicia. She had a few cameras from the show with her. She dashed to the back to tell the shield to get themselves decent.

They had by now finished their earlier activities, Rollins and Ambrose sat on the bed eagerly discussing a comic book, and Reigns sat in the corner, glaring. She told them Cena would be joining them, and they looked at her hopefully. "Not like that, he just needs somewhere to hide.

Alicia got more and more insistent, and the champion called out, "Come, Feels"

He walked over quickly. "Stay in here until I can get her to leave."

She walked back over and opened the door. Her crew came rushing into the room. "Where is he? I know he is here. Where? She stormed to the bedroom, only to be pulled back by her hair.

"You will leave now, and he will leave when he is ready. Get these cameras out of here. Now." Alicia kicked the cameras out, but stayed parked in the middle of the room. The champion knew even if she let Cena out, Alicia would still be waiting at the door. She sighed and walked over to the room, smirking at Cena, who was glancing nervously at Reigns, who looked as if he would tear him limb from limb.

"Your girlfriend is here."

Cena reluctantly ambled awkwardly out to the other room.

"What are you doing here, Cena? If we are supposed to be dating, why are you over here visiting the girl that has three boyfriends already? "

"I just wanted to talk to her about how she scratched me, and make sure that didn't happen again." He lied effortlessly.

Alicia grinned. "My man." She spat at the champion.

Alicia led Cena out of the room by his shirt. As they headed up to his room, he closed the door quietly, turning to Alicia with lustful eyes. "I got started talking about how you do that thing with your legs that drives me crazy, and then this happened." He opened his pants and took off his shirt. His pulsing erection sprung from the fabric, and in all of two seconds, Alicia was on her knees sucking.

All Cena could think about was the champion's lips on his chest he groaned as he remembered the feeling of her hands wandering over his chest lightly. "Oh, god, Baby." He crooned. "I'm-"he shot load after load into the back of her throat. Snarling and pulling at his hair.

The next night on raw they broke the news that Alicia was Dating Cena, but for one night only, Cena wanted to make it clear that he didn't want the champion either. The wwe corporate office decided to give the two a match.

Cena stood in the middle of the ring. He danced around anxiously. He didn't want to seem too eager to get his hands on the champion, but he found himself struggling to hide his optimism. The champion strode confidently to ringside, holding her title above her head. She entered the ring, and the match began. Almost immediately, Cena went for the collar and elbow tie up, transitioning into a headlock. The champion looked up at him, grunting. "Let go of me, feels."

"Never!" Cena whispered harshly. The champion rolled her eyes, and then lapped her tongue rapidly against Cena's pert nipple. He groaned and released the hold, but she put in a headlock of her own. "See what happens when you don't obey, feels?" She cooed lightly. Cena struggled halfheartedly, clutching at her waist. He fell to a knee, and the champion swiftly dipped his bulky frame so that he was lying on the mat. She looked down at Cena, and as he moved to get up, she hooked one of his legs and straddled his chest, lowering her head to kiss his chest as the ref counted two. There was a slight delay, and then the ref counted three. The match was over just that fast, and Cena sat up in a sort of daze. She stood quickly, grabbing her belt, and looking down at Cena with pity. She trotted out of the ring with a grin, almost overjoyed at what her new opponent would have to say.