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Part Thirty-Seven

They fell back on the bed, both of them breathing heavily, Eve lifting a hand to push it through her hair. "I can't believe we did that. Again." She lifted her head to look over at the clock on the wall. "It's almost four in the morning. We're both going to be the walking dead tomorrow."

"Totally worth it," Punk replied, the man stretched out on the bed beside her, and Eve didn't have to look over at him to know there was a smile on his face that rivaled her own.

"You have interviews and promotional stuff to do tomorrow."

"I've done that kind of stuff with no sleep before. Of course, usually it's because of simple insomnia. Not because of several rounds of vigorous sex," he commented, turning his head slightly to look at her. She could feel his gaze moving over her body, but Eve made no move to cover herself. It wasn't like there was a point in it. Neither one of them had really had much use for clothing for the past nine hours or so. She knew they'd both dozed off once or twice, but mostly...

"I don't think I've ever had that many orgasms in such a short span of time. Ever," Eve blurted out before she realized what she was saying, and Punk gave a smile that could only be called smug.

"Glad to be of service," he told her as he rolled over onto his side, his gaze moving over her once more... His hand coming out to skim over her arm. "You okay?"

She looked over at him, frowning slightly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... You did kind of confess that it's been awhile for you, so... I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No. Although I think I gave a workout to some muscles that I completely forgot that I had."

"Are the muscles sore? I could give you a massage-"

"Maybe tomorrow. When we have time for the massage to lead to the more sex that we both know would happen," she told him with a smirk, rolling onto her side so that she was facing him as well. "I hadn't realized that I was quite so flexible."

"The things you figure out when you have the right incentive," Punk told her, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips, his hands skimming up her side. He didn't try to take it any further, though, instead breaking the kiss after a few moments and letting his head fall down to the pillow beneath his head. Reaching back, he grabbed for the sheet that had nearly fallen from the bed, yanking on it until he could pull it up over both of them. "I can't believe we both fit in your damn shower."

Eve snorted at that. "I never really thought about how small the shower is until now. Never had a reason to. And the tub would just... be a nightmare to clean up all the water afterwards."

"So... No more bathroom sex. Until you come visit me at my place. My shower is awesome. You will not only approve, but you will not be forced to contort your body in ways that shouldn't be humanly possible in order to have sex," he told her. "Although some of those contortions were... really hot."

"And should not be attempted by amateurs," Eve replied. "I almost fell. Twice."

"Which is why the shower sex turned into sex on the bathroom vanity. Very sturdy vanity by the way. And thankfully, a sturdy towel bar as well," Punk stated, earning a laugh from the woman lying next to him.

"If you'd pulled that from the wall-"

"I would have fixed it for you," he said, then added, "And if I somehow pull it from the wall at any time in the future, I will fix it for you. Promise."

"How about you just don't pull it from the wall?"

"I'm sure I could find something else to hold onto," Punk said agreeably enough, his hand skimming up her side, his eyes on hers. "You sure you're okay?"

"I think you asked me that before. A few times. Including the second time I almost fell in the shower. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine?"

"Because I saw the look in your eyes when you opened the door this afternoon. You looked... Unsettled. Nervous."

She shrugged. "Maybe I was... It was all this anticipation, leading up to it and... I mean, it had been awhile for me, and I knew full well what we were going to do... Okay, so I couldn't have guessed everything, and I really didn't expect that thing you did with your tongue-"

"Yeah, but you enjoyed that-"

She gave him a look. "I think 'enjoyed' is an understatement," Eve told him, then sighed. "Anyway... I was just... This was important. You're important. What happens between us is important, and I didn't... I was nervous. Sitting there waiting and just all these thoughts in my head and then... Then you were here and you walked in and it just felt... Right. I wasn't nervous anymore. In fact, I kind of wanted to jump you right there and then."

"Might have ruined the groceries if you'd done that. But we could have just ordered pizza instead," Punk said, and Eve rolled her eyes, leaning in to kiss him.

"I like that you cooked for me. That you actually thought of it as something to do. I don't know... I honestly don't remember another guy cooking for me before. Like, ever. Not that I've had many relationships or anything, but... It wasn't something that anyone had done for me before. I liked it. And I'm going to pay you back by making you breakfast. Maybe breakfast in bed."

"I have a better idea. You can make me breakfast, and I'll watch you cook it, and you can be naked while you're cooking it," he said, and Eve snorted.

"Sorry. Not happening. Because if I do that, something's going to get burned, whether it's me or the food or maybe my entire place because we get too distracted."

"And there's that practical side of yours again. I love it sometimes, but other times... I feel like it's kind of cock-blocking me."

"Nice," Eve said with a roll of her eyes, starting to move away from him, only to find herself pulled back and, as CM Punk rolled over onto his back, pulled on top of him. Blinking down at him, she felt his hand trail up her bare back. "It's almost four in the morning. In fact, it *is* four in the morning now."

He glanced over at the clock, squinting slightly through the semi-darkness since the only light they had on was a lamp that was across the room. "I suppose it is."

"And you have a whole busy day of promoting the WWE. If you show up half-dead, it will be a bad thing. The dirt sheets will be all over it if you're out of it, and I doubt they'll be so kind as to say that you were out of it because you were up until dawn having sex with your..." She trailed off, not sure what to call herself, and Punk arched a brow at her.

"My girlfriend? Significant other? The woman in my life?" he offered. "Whichever one you prefer."

"Am I your girlfriend?" she asked, looking down at him, and he reached up, framing her face with his hands.

"Eve, honey... You're whatever you want to be. You're the woman that I am in a relationship with. My girlfriend... as of tonight, my lover. Whatever suits you. We're not just two people that happen to be sleeping together. You know that, right? We're a lot more than that. Just because we can't shout it from the mountaintops yet doesn't make it any less important or any less special. I know we haven't gone on a real date yet-"

"Because if we did, Jeff would probably find out and then... My big surprise of turning against him at the best moment possible wouldn't be able to happen," she finished for him, and he nodded.

"Right. But don't think for a second that I wouldn't take you out on a million dates if I could. Anywhere you wanted. Hell... Let's make a deal right now. When you turn against that bastard, when we make it official, when we let people besides Melina and Kelly know we're together... I take you out that night. Wherever you want to go. Just me and you."

"And if I just want to go back to a hotel room and spend the night with you when neither of us has to leave or sneak out?" she questioned, her hands moving to toy with his dark hair, and he smiled at her.

"Well, if that's what you want... I suppose I could make the sacrifice," he told her, lifting his head from the pillow at the same time he urged hers downward, capturing her lips with a kiss... A kiss that he started to deepen until Eve carefully shifted off of him, the man pulling back with a frown. "What?"

"Four in the morning. Remember?" She rested her hand against his chest, let her fingers move over the skin. "You need sleep. And if I haven't tired you out already... Then you must be the damn Energizer Bunny, because we have had... A lot of sex."

He grinned. "Well, I had motivation. And a lot of time to plan," he said, his words drawing an amused look from Eve, the woman arching a brow at him.

"To plan? And what exactly does that mean?" she asked, and he shrugged slightly, his hand coming up to slide across her shoulder, then down her arm.

"It means that I thought about you... About us. About what I wanted to do when we finally got this chance to be alone," he told her, hand skimming up her back. "And in case you're curious... We've only managed to mark off a few of the things that were on my list. There's like... Dozens more."

"Dozens? Ooh, I'm intrigued. And maybe a little a intimidated," Eve replied, leaning down to kiss him again, then lifting her head, meeting his eyes. "I have a confession."

"Oh, really?"

"I thought about it, too. A lot. And there are definitely things that I wanted to do that I haven't gotten to do yet," she informed the world heavyweight champion, her fingers dancing over the skin of his chest as she spoke, sliding down to find the tattoo of the words 'straight edge' that arched over his abdomen, the diva tracing over the words. She could feel his muscles jerking a little beneath her fingers.

"Sounds exciting," he said, using his arm around her waist to tug her a little closer, the woman once more half on top of him.

"Oh, it is. It's very exciting. All sorts of things," Eve told him, trailing her hand a little lower, circling his navel, then inching just a little lower before sliding back up. "But it's late. And I'm tired. So you're going to have to wait to find out just what those things are."

"You are an evil, evil woman."

"Maybe. But you like it."

"Maybe I do."

"And maybe you think I'm worth the wait," she said, some of the teasing dropping from her tone, and he grew more serious as well, reaching up to frame her face with his hands.

"I know you are," Punk said, pulling her down for a kiss, then meeting her gaze again when he broke the kiss. "It's not just the sex, you know. It's more than that. I want to be with you even when we're not laying naked in bed."

"I know. It's the same with me," Eve told him, then smiled. "Although the sex was really good."

"There is that," he replied, pulling her in for another kiss, then urging her to settle against him, the man finally fighting back a yawn. "You know, I could still go another round-"

"And probably fall asleep during it. Go to sleep. I'll still be here tomorrow," she told him, resting her head on his shoulder, her arm draped over his abdomen and his around her waist, their legs tangled together as they finally drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.