guys you have no idea how sorry i am, literally college has taken over my life and i was working almost everyday during the summer, i promise promise promise to update this as much as i can, i miss writing this story and again im super sorry :3 hope you guys can understand and i hope you enjoy this chapter :) xoxoxoxoxox
Phoebe sat opposite Kofi staring at him until she realised she wasn't going to get a word out of him - she was supposed to be working on final draft script for Raw 1,000 and Kofi was busy engrossed watching a basketball game, not one of Phoebe's main interests however seeing as a certain tattooed superstar had been suspended, the bus had been a lot quieter than usual. Phoebe liked Kofi and the feeling was mutual, but things had remained rather quiet since Phil had gone back to Chicago, the two managed to exchange small talk, enough so that things weren't that awkward. Luckily for them Phil had invited both of them over to his apartment on their days off and the bus was currently en route to Chicago, Kofi politely declined, it had been over four months since he had seen his wife, Chi Chi who was already heavily pregnant, her due date in just a matter of weeks.
The bus came to a halt and the two heaved a sigh of relief, not that they didn't enjoy each other's company but more so Phoebe was missing Phil and she had finally reached his home town, his bus waiting patiently just outside his apartment.
"Don't have too much fun without me, kiddo."
"Are you tearing up Kofi?"
"Yeah, tears of joy cause I'm gonna be on my own, finally! Thank god!"
"You're an asshole," the two kept a straight face until Kofi was first to break a smile, he pulled her into a heart-warming hug, she regretted wasting this trip not getting to know Kofi a little more, she made a promise to herself that once the bus came back around to pick her up she wouldn't miss an opportunity to get to know once of Phil's best pals.
"Look after him, will you?"
"Aw do you miss your road wife Kofi? Was I not satisfying enough for you?"
"Don't make me answer that question, darling."
Phoebe usually hated terms of endearments, they were either patronising or provoking Phoebe to say something she would regret, but coming from Kofi she couldn't help but smile, the way the word "darling" flowed through his thick accent was enough to keep her grinning till she reached Phil's door. Phoebe grabbed hold of one of her smaller suitcases and stepped outside feeling the cool wind hit her, it was the beginning of June and it was surprisingly chilly.
"See you later, Kingston." Phoebe winked.
The bus road on and she couldn't be more happy to steal a few nights with him before he returned at the Raw 1,000 pay-per-view hand in hand with Phil. Phoebe tapped the door three times, and within a couple of seconds the door flung open revealing the beaming smile of Colt Cabana.
Whilst all the hugging and squeezing, Phoebe managed to squeak out, "How is he?"
"Wow. 'Hi Scott, long time, no see. How are you Scott? Anything new happening in your life?! " Phoebe eyed him sternly, until eventually she broke out into a smile, returning the hug. She hoped to god he'd find a girlfriend soon that would hold him down.
Phoebe pinched his ribs making him yelp, "I'll have less of the sarcasm, I haven't had sex in 3 weeks, I'm feeling quite …
"Horny?"
"Don't be so vulgar, yes horny, and I would very much like to see my boyfriend."
"Well if you're feeling horny – "
"Scott stop flirting with my girlfriend." Phoebe peered behind Colt, revealing a shirtless Phil, her eyes met his and it was as if they had just seen each other yesterday, Scott was still speaking but Phoebe and Phil had already met in a warm embrace, she stood on her tiptoes as she wrapped her arms around his neck whilst his hands roamed all over her body, combing through her hair.
"I'll just leave you guys," Phoebe felt a rush of wind pass her as Scott raced upstairs, before he gave her a last cheeky wink.
"You're so beautiful," Phil breathed, pressing a hot searing kiss against her lips.
Phoebe blushed furiously, shying away she attempted to let go, that only made his hold stronger, "Don't do that. You're beautiful and I've really missed you." Phil continued to kiss her, across her face, down her neck, again returning to her lips.
"I've missed you too."
Phil smiled against her lips, grazing his teeth along her lower lip, "Really? What have you missed?"
"This," Phoebe traced her finger across Phil's jawline, feeling the scratch of his beard. "This," tracing her hands down his heavily tattooed arms. "This," she whispered as she placed them onto his bare chest. She gently reached onto her tiptoes, leaning in just as there lips were about to touch, they heard Colt bellow from above.
"SHE MISSED YOUR PENIS!" Scott bellowed from above. The two of them wrinkled there nose in disgust, until they looked at each other and laughed.
"I actually did you know," Phoebe spoke through mid-laughter, flinging her arms around his neck, pressing her lips against his.
"As much as I'd love to fuck you right now, there's something I've got planned tonight. You hungry?"
"Sure I could go for some food. What's going on?"
"Good, go get dressed," Phil gave her a quick kiss before escaping upstairs, "I'll explain later, get dressed!"
Phoebe smoothed out the wrinkles on her red silk cami dress; it clung to her like a second skin. She hoped she wasn't too overdressed, or underdressed for that matter. She hadn't brought anything for any special occasions, she thought that her and Phil would just chill, watch movies and eat pizza. If only she had a little more information from Phil on what was happening tonight - this was the most dressy-yet-not-dressy outfit she could think of. Why was she feeling so nervous all of a sudden? Sighing, she shrugged on a leather jacket and made her way down stairs.
As she made her way down, Phoebe saw the back of Phil's head, he was also wearing a leather jacket and a pair of slim fit jeans,
"You gonna tell me what's going on?" Phil swivelled round, Phoebe watched his eyes trail down her dress, growing wider as they reached her legs, then back up again until they met hers.
"You look amazing."
Phoebe blushed, murmuring a quick thank you and then made her way down to meet his embrace, "You clean up well, thank god you didn't shave that beard!"
"It was tempting, but I cleaned it up a little," Phil shrugged. He peered behind Phoebe to make sure he was alone, he spoke in a low voice, "It's our boy Cabana's birthday today. So us and the gang have a little surprise for him."
"Why didn't you say anything?! I haven't even got him a present!" Phoebe pouted.
"I'm sure you can press your chest up against him, that'll keep him going till he's 40."
"Phil!" Phoebe glared, whacking his arm.
"So what's happening now?"
"He thinks us three are going out bowling, and then a quiet meal somewhere. I know he doesn't want to go, something about being a third wheel, but I convinced him," Phil added in a smug voice.
Before Phoebe could ask any more questions, Phil grabbed Phoebe so that they were shoulder to shoulder, Scott was galloping down the stairs, his eyes feasting on Phoebe's dress.
"Phil, you have real gem right here. A beautiful, beautiful lady!" Phoebe blushed again, before pinching his arm.
"I had to hear from Phil that it's your birthday today. Are you kidding me?"
"Eh, it's nothing really, 32! What a time to be alive! Glad you're here to spend it with me, I thought it was just gonna be me and Punk out on a candlelit dinner," Scott winked at Phoebe, while Phil rolled his eyes at the pair.
"Yeah well, if we could just get a move on, I'd like to make that reservation," Phil grumbled, heading towards the door.
"For once, for once, I wish he wasn't a moody bastard for just one day."
As Scott jumped into Phil's car, Phoebe couldn't help but feel a little scared to meet all of Phil's friends, and also a little annoyed that this was just thrust upon her without any warning. Did he do that on purpose? As if he'd read her mind, Phil looked over at her and smiled as he took her hand and gave it a little squeeze.
"I'm sorry. I should've told you sooner. You have nothing to worry about, they're going to love you"
"I just – I feel a little uncomfortable, all these people that I don't know," she answered and leaned her head back for a deep breath before she smiled back.
"But if they're anything like you, I'll be fine"
"You will be fine. Seriously, you and Natalie will be like best friends, you'll love her". He kissed her hair and she leaned her head on his shoulder for a second.
Phoebe often thought whether Phil badmouthed her during the time she was his assistant, no doubt he did and that's what worried her the most. The fact that they would only like or hate her because Phil did and not for whom she was didn't set well with her. It wasn't that she didn't want to meet his friends, she really did, but she wanted to spend what little time she had alone with him. The drive to Natalie's apartment was a quick one, Phil and Phoebe would occasionally look in the rear view mirror to check on Scott, he seemed pretty clueless for a while, occasionally checking his phone or gazing out the window.
"Hey what are we doing at Nattie's? Thought she wasn't in town this weekend?"
"She isn't but before she left she baked you a cake as compensation for not being here."
As they made their way up to Natalie's apartment Phoebe looked around, trying to calm herself down, feeling a bit stupid for feeling so uneasy. The three of them reached the floor, apprehension settled and Phoebe began feeling edgy and tense. The lock slowly began to turn and Scott was the first to head through the door. Phoebe and Phil peered through it to see nothing but black abyss, until a couple seconds passed and the lights where flicked back on.
"SURPRISE!"
A sea of people, god knows how many – all with beaming smiles awaiting for Scotts reaction. Phoebe's heart swelled to see the amount of people that were here to celebrate his birthday, out of the corner of her eye she spotted a mountain of presents and alongside it a beautifully, decorated cake, piped buttercream icing that made her mouth water.
"I can't fucking believe it, I am so shocked!"
Natalie came rushing forward, with an ear splitting grin, "Really!?"
"No I knew you were throwing me a party. Seriously Natalie, I know you have a good kid but he needs to learn how to lie better."
Everyone that had gathered round groaned loudly, the music was tuned back on and the rest of the party guests disintegrated back into general chit chat. Natalie, Tino and Tony moved forward towards us, each of them congratulating him on his 32nd birthday.
"Natalie I really appreciate this, seriously thank you so much!"
"You didn't think we'd let you spend your birthday on your own."
"I did until this little squirt opened his mouth."
"Uncle Scott! Uncle Scott I got you a present!"
Scott reached down to grab Tino, holding him effortlessly in his arms, "Here's 10 dollars, get yourself a haircut."
"Burn," Phoebe giggled into Phil's ear.
"Hey Natalie, any of your single girlfriends here tonight?"
"Scott don't be an ass."
"I'm kidding!"
"None of them are easy enough for your sorry ass."
"So they are easy."
"Guys come on, not in front of Tino," Tony's voice bellowed.
Phoebe stood hand in hand with Phil watching the hilarious scene unfold in front of them. She also took a moment to admire how stunning Natalie was. She was adorable, short black hair, pale skin and bright, big blue eyes, her whole face beaming as she finally noticed Phil and her. Looking at her petite figure, Phoebe was expecting a girly, high pitched voice to match, but she was wrong.
"Phil, how are you, you beautiful man?" Natalie exclaimed in a cheerful, raspy voice as she hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"I'm great, how are you? The place looks great!" he answered with a big smile and looked at her.
"Very good, and thank you," she smiled and let go of him, her eyes flickered from his over to Phoebe.
"And this must be the gorgeous Phoebe," she said with a grin and reached a hand out towards her.
"The gorgeous girlfriend", Phil said, and as she heard it, Phoebe felt that familiar fluttery feeling in her stomach, she had to look up at him, and he looked back at her, his eyes soft and he smiled widely. His girlfriend. Not just his girlfriend, gorgeous girlfriend. She quickly looked back at Natalie and took her hand to shake it.
"Hi, I'm Phoebe, nice to meet you, this place looks great by the way", she said, her voice shaking a little for some reason.
"Oh, thank you so much! Oh my god, are you from Boston or something?"
"Yeah, the famous Boston accent, I guess". Phoebe, still blushing, felt herself grinning now - as expected, Natalie's eyes widened with admiration, she looked like she was about to clap her hands with joy.
"Oh my gosh, don't ever stop talking, I love your accent!" She was still super enthusiastic, like she'd never met anyone with a thick accent before, and Phoebe couldn't help but laugh, she was just impossible not to like. "Come on, let me introduce you!", she said and grabbed Phoebe's hand tighter and pulled her away from Phil. Phoebe turned back to him as she stumbled along, trying to keep from laughing and shrugged her shoulders, and he grinned back at her. He'd been right, she already loved her.
Phoebe quickly warmed up to her and to the other people there, it was pretty easy as Scott was the life of the party, who was somehow talking to everyone at the same time. It seemed most of the people there already knew Phil, but not everyone - he appeared to be surrounded, mostly by people it looked like he didn't already know, and especially girls. She looked over at him from time to time, hoping he wasn't too uncomfortable with all the slight touching and flirting he was subject to, some of it not even remotely discreet. She thought she'd be more jealous, but this was just too funny, the way they acted around him. As she caught him looking at her from across the table their eyes met, she had to smile, and he rolled his eyes a little at her making her laugh to herself, knowing he probably had the same thought. She found it hard to keep her eyes off him, and whenever she had to look away and then looked back, their eyes met, and the tension between them grew bigger, filling her head with dirty thoughts that she had to try to ignore, for now. After they'd eaten Phoebe went to the bathroom only to be pulled aside by Phil as she was on her way back into the living room.
"Hey you", she smiled as he came close, pushed her up against the wall, placing his hands on the wall on either side of her face, his grin turned into a sexy smirk and Phoebe felt herself go weak in the knees.
"Did you manage to break free from your band of followers?" she said, giving him the same teasing smirk back.
"You know, somehow they weren't interested for long when they realized I was looking at you the whole time". His eyes darkened now, his facial expression still the same as he leaned in towards her. Phoebe felt her face flush, this was both a bit awkward but at the same time totally turning her on, and she tried to mask both with a little smile.
"Oh really?" she said, her voice lower now, almost seductive, still keeping her hands behind her to support her, trying to keep from grabbing him.
"Really," His one hand slid down onto her ass and he grabbed it gently, and she let out a small sigh, his lips were only inches from hers now, and she felt intoxicated, almost dizzy - she was reminded of the last time they'd been alone together, under the influence, her wanting him to bang her up against her hotel door…
"Here you are!" They heard Natalie's voice and he let go of her just as Natalie popped her head into the hallway. Phoebe felt her face flush again and she smiled sheepishly at her as she brought out another bottle. "Thirsty anyone?"
They gathered around the dinner table again, Phil had another Pepsi and Phoebe enjoyed some champagne - now they were able to sit next to each other as people spread out a bit more. The conversation was easy, enjoyable, and Phoebe never felt like the odd one out, even if she didn't say much she felt included and was having a great time, feeling like she was constantly smiling. As her one hand held her champagne flute, slowly swirling it around, her other hand found Phil's next to hers on the table, and without looking at him her fingertips carefully started stroking the back of his hand and his palm. After their little encounter she couldn't get the feeling of excitement out of her head, this tension which made her crazy because she couldn't do anything about it, but at the same time was so incredibly thrilling - she wondered how far she could go with it, how long she could hide it from everybody else there. She noticed him take a quick glance down on their hands, the corner of his mouth curled up into a little smile before he returned to the conversation.
After a little while she retracted her hand, grabbed her glass with it and took a sip as she leaned back, waiting to see if he would respond. This is fun, she thought, plotting her next move as she felt his knee brushing against hers, and suddenly his hand was on her thigh, his fingers softly caressing her bare skin and she suppressed a surprised gasp but couldn't help but smirk. So this wasn't just her game anymore. She pretended like nothing at first but as his hand slowly, slowly moved up her thigh she felt her whole body tense up, and yet she spread her legs slightly to allow him. Holy crap, how far was he planning to go with it? Keeping a straight face suddenly got pretty hard, she was sure people could see her cheeks glowing, hear her breath quicken, her heart pounding in her chest – how was this so incredibly exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time? But just as she was about to move or take his hand away or do anything that would make him stop before she got too carried away, just as he was so close he could just stretch his fingers out and touch her there, he pulled away and put his hand back on the table. Phoebe wasn't sure if she was pleased or disappointed, now that he had managed to in still a craving in her, a sweet, pulsating ache as she crossed her legs again and pulled the hem of her dress further down.
After a little while she thought about doing the same thing to him, but decided that if she managed to make him as hot as he'd made her, it would be a lot more visible on him than it was on her. But what else could she do? She played around with it in her mind, fading out of the conversation, dwelling on the thought as she slid her fingers up and down the stem of her glass.
"What are you thinking about?" His low, husky voice whispered into her ear, quickly bringing her out of her fantasizing, but it didn't make her any less excited. She turned to him with a little grin, the expression in his face told her that he knew exactly what he was doing to her, and it infuriated her. Time for one final blow, she thought as she got closer, her lips almost at his ear.
"That we should go back to your place later, 'cause I might get loud", she whispered, with particular emphasis on that last word, and she looked him in the eyes with that same titillating grin he'd given her. After the initial dumbfounded expression on his face he grinned again, shaking his head slightly and looking like he was blushing, and Phoebe laughed before she noticed that people were looking at them, making her blush too. They hardly spoke directly to each other for the rest of the evening, but she felt the tension still in the air like electricity, and she couldn't wait to get him alone.
As the elevator doors closed behind them Phil grabbed her and pulled her close, his lips crashing onto hers in a series of hungry, passionate kisses and Phoebe moved her hands to his temples, holding him for a second, wanting him so badly. God, how good it felt to finally act on that feeling she'd had all night, the feeling that was still there, making her quiver, her hands fumbling as she wanted to touch all of him at the same time.
"I've been thinking about this all night", Phoebe murmured in between their frantic kisses as they stumbled through her hotel door, barely keeping their hands off each other.
"I've been thinking about this all month". He pressed his body against hers, his hands wandering down from her face to her shoulders, down her sides and to her hips, pulling her against him. They had to stop to breathe for a minute, still keeping their mutual gaze as he unbuttoned her dress and she his shirt, and he tossed it away as Phoebe unbuttoned his jeans. His one hand slid down her thigh and back up underneath her dress, her initial protests effectively stopped as she gasped slowly when he reached her panties and ran his fingers over them to touch her, letting out a sigh of excitement against her ear, and she moaned.
"Remember what you said I could do if I wanted you?" he said with a grin as he hooked his fingers inside her panties and pulled them down.
She had to think about it for a second before she remembered, and grinned back at him.
"You could just pick me up…"
"And take you", he continued with a deep voice, his tone still teasing, and he lifted her, his hands on her ass pushing her up until she could wrap her legs around his hips and he pinned her against the door. A loud whimper escaped her lips as she felt the skin on her back rub against the wood, a deliciously painful sensation, and she threw her head back with a grin.
"What are you doing?" she said with a little laugh.
"I'm taking you", he answered, and as she looked down on him again he had a mischievous smile on his lips.
"What are you going to do?" Their eyes met and they sized each other up, teasing each other again. "Are you going to fuck me?" she asked in a low seductive voice and raised her eyebrow slightly, watching him raise his even more and his jaw dropped a little before he grinned widely and chuckled.
"You and that fucking mouth", he answered, his voice was deep and thick as he leaned in to kiss her, his one hand pulling down his own boxers as his jeans slid down to his ankles before he grabbed her again, gazing up at her as he let her down onto him and let out a groan. Phoebe groaned with him, her hands grabbing his biceps, feeling his muscles flex under her touch and felt herself tighten around him. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, losing herself in the feeling of him inside her, and he leaned forward to kiss her exposed neck and her collarbone, his hips gently rocking against her.
She gazed down at him, feeling dizzy, overwhelmed by her own arousal, and met his blazing eyes, darker than usual, and he suddenly thrust hard into her, forcing a loud moan to escape her lips. She moved with him now, grinding her hips to meet his deep, almost painfully slow thrusts.
"Fuck, Phoebe, you feel so good", he murmured, his lips almost touching hers, the sound of his voice and their bodies against the door and his ragged breath on her skin driving her crazy.
"Touch me", she whispered, her voice breaking as she begged, gazing into his eyes again and he released a hand from his grip, pushing her harder against the wall as he moved his hand down on her, his thumb rubbing her to the rhythm of his thrusts. He continued to watch her as she leaned her head back again, moaning loudly while still meeting his thrusts, her hands tugging his hair. She'd already been so turned on, she was close even before he put his hands on her.
"Phil…," she whispered, moaning as she felt her body shudder as she lost control, saw him watch her before she closed her eyes and convulsed around him as the tension she'd had for so long finally found its release in an incredible climax, growing even stronger as Phil continued to thrust into her, harder now. Phoebe opened her eyes and gazed down at the intense look of pleasure on his face as he exploded inside her in a deep, almost savage groan, his body shaking and she held him tight. His thrusts slowed down and he rested his head on her shoulder and she leaned her head against his, feeling the warmth of his jagged breath against her sweaty skin, both of them trying to calm their breathing.
They sank down on the floor and Phoebe rolled off him and on her back on the floor, still breathing heavily as she pushed her hair out of her face. She turned her head to look at Phil lying next to her, and as their eyes met she had to smile, and he smiled back before he pulled her close, she lay her head on his arm and he kissed her forehead.
"Fuck, that was…", he started, but didn't seem to have the energy to finish, nor know what to say. She draped her arm across his chest and her leg across his hips, feeling their bodies sticking to each other.
"I know", Phoebe answered. Marvellous didn't even cut it this time. She closed her eyes and they lay there silent, listening to each other's breathing. They would have to peel themselves off the floor at some point, but right now there was no place she'd rather be.