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Part Thirty-Five
She shifted a little in bed, the diva in that half-state between asleep and awake, not quite aware just yet, still partially lost in her dream... Moving again, a frown curved her lips as she found her progress impeded, the woman becoming a little more awake, more aware of her surroundings. Eve opened her eyes as she lay there, taking a moment to get her focus, and as she blinked the far wall of her hotel room into sharper focus, she became very aware of the fact that she wasn't alone in bed. There was a strong, solid form behind her, pressed against her back, a strong arm wrapped around her. A hand had slipped beneath her shirt, fingers and palm warm against the skin of her belly. It only took a moment for her to realize who was there with her - it was CM Punk, of course - and she relaxed at first, completely content to be there with him... But then she caught sight of the clock on the nightstand, noting that it was a little after eight in the morning.
"Oh, God," she muttered, lifting herself up on her elbow and staring at the clock, the movement jostling the man behind her a little, causing him to shift and mutter in what sounded like protest, and his arm tightened a little around her waist. Shifting away from him a little, she reached down, pulling at his arm. Once she was able, she turned in his arms, poking at his shoulder and chest. "Punk. Punk, wake up. The alarm didn't go off. Or if it did, then one of us managed to turn it off and never really wake up from it."
Blinking sleepily, Punk rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling, the man looking like he was trying to process her words and wasn't quite with it enough to do so. "I set the alarm for six before I went to sleep," he muttered after a moment, and Eve nodded. After she'd asked him if he'd stay for awhile, he'd stayed there with her and, after an hour or so, he leaned over her and set the alarm, Eve waking up briefly to ask him what he was doing. She didn't remember much after that, just that he'd told her he was setting the alarm for six so he could leave then, before anyone was really out and about to see him come out of her room, and then he'd told her to go back to sleep, and she'd pretty much done exactly that, falling asleep again almost instantly. After that, she'd slept through the night all the way up until now and, if she'd been the one to turn off the alarm, then she certainly didn't remember it.
"I know you did. But it's after eight o'clock now," she told him, then pulled back when Punk lifted up suddenly, the man looking over at the clock in something like disbelief.
"Eight? Seriously? I never... I barely ever get more than a few hours sleep, and... I figured I'd wake up before the alarm, not..." Quickly, he stretched over her, reaching for the phone he'd left on the nightstand, picking it up and reading the time on it as if he thought the alarm clock was somehow lying to them about what time it was. The phone, however, told him exactly what the clock on the nightstand did: that it was eight in the morning. Ten after eight, to be exact.
Shaking her head, Eve sat up in bed, somehow managing to avoiding knocking her head against Punk's as she did so. "I can't believe we did this. I mean... It's not that I'm upset that you stayed. Obviously. I just... If someone sees us together, then any element of surprise I've got on turning against Jeff Hardy is gone."
"And if he finds out we're together, he'd realize that he could hurt me by going after you," Punk replied. He shook his head when Eve gave him a questioning look. "I'm not saying I don't want you with me after this is over. I told you... I want you out there with me. I'm just being realistic. We're going to have to keep an eye out for him once we're open about the fact that you're with me. We already know that he's not afraid to hurt you, and he may think the sheeple will be more forgiving of it after you've turned against him."
"The sheeple?"
"A lot of the people in the stands are sheep, and you know it. They still chant 'what' however many years later, just because Stone Cold did it. They shout out 'suck it' because DX started it in the nineties and is apparently still living in that decade instead of moving forward into this one," Punk said, and Eve smiled slightly at that, then heaved out a sigh and rolled out of bed, somehow managing to avoid getting her feet tangled in the covers.
"We need to get up and... make sure we can get you out of here without being seen," Eve said, heading for the bathroom and digging through her things, then tossing Punk a toothbrush that was still wrapped in plastic. "I always carry an extra one and I don't know about you, but I can't stand not brushing my teeth right off the bat in the morning."
Punk didn't reply to that, instead joining her in the bathroom, the two of them brushing their teeth in silence, Eve still looking more than a little worried about the circumstances that they found themselves in. Once she was done brushing her teeth, she rinsed out her mouth, then rinsed off the toothbrush and looked over at him.
"We'll have to check the hall before you leave. If anyone sees you leaving and knows it's my room, anyone at all..."
He quickly rinsed and spit, then responded. "I know," he said, looking over at her, smiling just a little at her tangled, sleep-rumpled hair, then heaving out a sigh. "I didn't intend for this to happen. I don't know if I set the alarm wrong or-"
"I know you didn't mean to... You don't want to mess this all up any more than I do. It was just a mistake. We slept through the alarm or whatever... I don't know. It happened. We just have to... Manage to sneak you out of my room." She gave him a small smile. "And even though it was kind of an accident... I really did enjoy waking up to find you here... At least until I realized what time it was."
"Definitely the best way I've woken up in awhile," Punk replied, the man's gaze moving over the woman, something in his eyes she wasn't quite sure of, and then he muttered something that sounded a lot like 'oh, screw it' and reached out, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her toward him. Eve put her hands up in response, more to keep herself from crashing into his chest than anything else, and as his lips came down on hers, the diva curled her fingers in the material of the t-shirt he was still wearing, seemingly trying to pull herself even closer to him despite the fact that there really wasn't any space between them anyway.
His fingers tangled a little in her hair, reminding her that she hadn't exactly run a brush through it yet, but then his mouth was on her throat, and she forgot about that again as she angled her head to give him better access, her hands sliding up to his shoulders and clutching there... The diva letting out a whimper when she felt him nip at her ear with his teeth. Turning her head, she captured his lips with hers again, her hands sliding up and down his arms, his hands moving over her back, sliding up the t-shirt she wore to touch bare skin... Eve arching toward him, pressing more firmly against him. They'd shifted position as they'd kissed, Eve pressed against the vanity, the hard edge digging into her hip slightly, but she didn't let it stop them, the woman quickly taking her hands off Punk for a moment to hitch herself up onto the vanity, then reached out and grabbed hold of his shirt, using her grip on the material as well as her legs wrapping around his hips to pull him closer. Punk shifted closer immediately, his hands coming up to cup her face as he kissed her... His hands then smoothing down her arms, then sliding over to find her hips. Pulling back just enough that he could speak, so close she could feel his breath as he spoke, the man made a sound of regret.
"We should stop. We said we'd wait until it was the right time-"
"Feels right to me," Eve muttered, then sighed as well, moving far enough back so that she could actually see more of his face as she spoke. He was smirking slightly in response to her comment. Her hands slid down, fisting again in the material of his shirt, though now her hands were at his hips instead of near his shoulders. "I know. It's already after eight in the morning, and the longer you stay here, the more likely it is that someone's going to see us together."
"On top of that... When we're finally together, it's not going to be some quickie in a hotel room. And it's definitely not going to be a quickie in a damn bathroom. Even if the idea of showering together at some point holds a certain appeal," he told her. "A whole hell of a lot of appeal."
"Well, you're coming to visit me week, so there's always the chance that we might be able to fit something like that into our schedule-"
"Damn straight," Punk muttered, leaning in to kiss her again, one hand tangling in Eve's hair again, the other sliding down her back... The man stopping himself just before he slid his hand up her shirt again. Groaning, he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against hers. "Damn it. We've got to stop. And I'm not going to be able to unless I actually step away from you."
Eve waited a beat, expecting him to do so. When he didn't, she cleared her throat. "You're not moving away from me."
"I really don't want to. Also, your legs are still wrapped around my waist."
And so they were.
Quickly, Eve dropped her legs from around Punk's waist, expecting him to back away immediately, but instead he stood there for a moment, just staring at her, then put his hand on the back of her head, pulling her in for a quick, hard kiss before finally stepping away.
"I want to have time when we're together. Not some rushed thing in the morning when I'd have to leave right after. And we both know I need to get the hell out of here. Not just because I can't be seen with you, not yet... But because I'm afraid I'll change my mind about waiting," he said, and Eve nodded at that, the diva pretty much in agreement there, because she was starting to worry that she was just going to jump him if he didn't walk away right now. She opened her mouth to voice that thought, then froze, their eyes widening at the sudden sound of a knock on the door to Eve's hotel room.
"Oh, shit," the woman muttered, carefully easing herself off of the vanity, all too aware of the way that her body brushed against his as she did so... All too aware of the way CM Punk's hands moved almost reflexively, like he had to fight against the urge to reach for her and pull her against him. He kept his arms down at his sides, though, not reaching out for her, and Eve made her way out of the bathroom, shooting a look his way. "Should we just ignore it? Hope they go away?" she whispered, knowing that he couldn't really hide. The hotel room didn't really have a closet, not with a door and everything. A curtain pulled across the place where people could hang their clothes and everything, but it stopped more than a foot off the ground. Punk would easily be seen. Hiding in the bathroom could lead to a problem if someone grew suspicious about why the door was closed, not to mention if the person needed to use the bathroom... And the shower had one of those glass doors that would blur the person inside but not hide the fact that three was someone there...
"See who it is first," Punk said as the knock sounded on the door again, and Eve nodded before moving cautiously over to the door, a little hesitant to look through the peephole, the diva thinking of all sorts of bad people it could be... Jeff Hardy, coming to harass her even in her hotel room now, maybe figuring it was a great way to catch her alone... Or maybe it was Dolph Ziggler, who had cornered her the night before. Not that he'd meant her any harm then, but still... He wasn't someone she wanted to know about her and CM Punk.
Taking a deep breath, she looked through the peephole, then stepped back, looking at Punk. "It's Melina," she told him, not sure what to do now. Melina was her friend, and she trusted her, but she didn't know about Eve's relationship with the world heavyweight champion, and Eve wasn't sure how the other woman would take it.
The man was silent for a moment, frowning, but then he seemed to make a decision. "Open the door."
Eve blinked at him. "What?"
"She already knows that something is up. She knows you plan to turn against Jeff and that you have some help. At least this way she'll know who to trust," CM Punk told her, and after a moment, Eve nodded, then reached out and unlocked the door, pulling it open, Punk careful to stay in a spot that couldn't be seen from the doorway. Melina, who had been starting to turn to walk away, looked back in surprise, then arched a brow at Eve.
"I was starting to think that you must have been in the shower or something," the woman stated with a laugh. "Or maybe that you'd gotten up early and ended up leaving me. We're driving to the live events together, aren't we?"
"Of course we are," Eve replied, though part of her had almost forgotten that during the events of the morning. Surely she would have remembered before actually leaving, though. She hoped. The diva took a deep breath. "Look... Why don't you come inside?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll wait while you get ready, then we can grab something to eat," Melina stated, the woman stepping into the hotel room... Then stopping short when she saw CM Punk standing near the bathroom door. She blinked in surprise. "Or not."
Eve closed the hotel room door. "Please don't freak out."
"Is this... Are you two...? Am I interrupting something?"
"Mostly just a conversation," Punk replied, the world heavyweight champion making his way over to the bed and sitting down on it. "You can't tell anyone you saw us together."
"Who would I tell? The only people I hang around with are Eve and Kelly, and I'm thinking it wouldn't be a surprise to either of them, seeing as Eve is one of them, and... I'm assuming Kelly knows?"
"She does," Eve replied. "Although if you'd refrain from mentioning that you caught me and Punk in my hotel room at eight-fifteen in the morning, I'd appreciate it. The girl won't stop with the sex comments even now, and I've told her that Punk and I aren't sleeping together."
"Except in the literal sense," Punk put in, then shrugged when Eve looked at him. "It's true. So far," he said, smirking slightly, Eve smiling back at him, the two of them staring at each other until Melina cleared her throat to get their attention.
"Alrighty then. Obviously you two are... Okay. I should go."
"Actually, I should," Punk replied. "I didn't mean to stay here last night. We both fell asleep, and we woke up just a few minutes before you showed up. We're trying not to be seen together. At least not until..."
"I understand. The hall was empty a minute ago. If you hurry and go, then... No one should see you," Melina said, then quickly reached into her pocket and dug some change out. "There's a vending machine right around the corner. Go there, buy something, then just look like you were grabbing a snack and taking it back to your room if anyone sees you. And act natural. I'm not going to tell anybody about the two of you."
Punk nodded, rising to his feet, then pulling some change out of his own pocket, showing Melina that he'd use that instead of taking her money. "We know that. It's why we let you in," he told her, then headed for the door, pausing next to Eve. "Be careful," he said softly, and Eve nodded her head, rising up on her toes to kiss him.
"We will be," she said, quickly checking the hallway before she stepped aside to let him out, Punk heading for the vending machine while Eve shut and locked the door, turning to find Melina smirking at her. "What?"
"You totally have, like, ten minutes to tell me everything," the older woman said, and Eve grinned.
"Oh, trust me. It will take longer than that."