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We Will Always Have Twitter	By : LeylaChaz Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1722 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT make any money from the writing of this fiction. I do NOT know CM Punk, nor anyone else who may be mentioned at anytime in this fic who is currently WWE related. I only own all OC's and story plots. Nothing more.

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Chapter 12: The Pesky Devil On My Shoulder.

After a few minutes of mentally cursing out her alarm clock, Persephanie drug herself out of her hotel room bed. She was here to do a job, not to dream about a certain good looking, walking wet dream for females everywhere.

"Knock it off girl, get yourself together." She sighed to herself.

Gathering her clothes, and products together, she made her way to her shower. After turning on the shower, she walked back out to get a towel. Her phone chose that exact moment to ring. Walking over to where it was charging on the night stand, low and behold, it was Punk calling her.

She flushed bright red.

"I'm not answering that right now." She said dropping the phone, back on the night stand.

"I'll just text him later and apologize for missing his call." She said as it continued to ring. After a few seconds, it finally went to voice mail. She breathed a sigh of relief.

After her shower, she got dressed, dried her hair, and started working on her makeup and hair. She wanted to look her best, if she was going to present herself to the board of WWE for being potentially hired.

Over in Chicago, CM Punk, was wide awake and packing.

"She doesn't have the slightest clue that you're flying in tonight does she?" Scott smirked over at his roommate and best friend Phil Brooks.

"Nope, I just tried calling her too. She didn't pick up. I think she's nervous about this meeting." He smiled.

"When the hell are you going to let me meet her?" Colt asked him, laughing.

"The second I can convince her to spend some time with me up here. She's insisting on this friendship thing, so I don't want to spook her. But I really want to spend time with her too, so your guess is as good as mine." Punk told his friend honestly.

"You know, I never would have pegged you for the guy, that would want to date a single mom. Let's be honest, you've never been shy about, not being comfortable when it comes to kids." Scott said to him, trying to see what was pushing this from him.

Punk stopped packing, and looked over at his friend.

"Well, you're not lying about that. Kids make me feel weird. I especially can't stand whining kids. Jesus no."

"Dude, trying to date a single mom, means that her and the child are a package deal. You are aware of that right?" He laughed at Punk.

"I know that, I'm not a complete idiot, you tool! I'm also not the kind of person to hold the fact that a woman had a past before me against her either. Look, I'm not even dating her yet, and you know I want to be. But maybe it's a little too early to be even talking about this." Punk said.

"Punkers, right now, is the perfect time to talk about this! You have to decide, if you can handle that, because if you can't, don't waste your time or hers. All you'll do is hurt her and yourself, if you try to be selfish about it."

"Scott, I want her. Can't I just know that much right now? Can't I just figure out the rest as it comes? Like a normal person?" Phil asked his best friend of many years.

Colt Cabana sat down on Punk's bed and sighed.

"You're right, I'm sorry."

"Well you're right too buddy. It's just something, I want to think about when the time comes. If it ever does." Phil laughed out loud at that.

"It will, I promise." Scott smirked.

"And how would you know?"

"It's all in a woman's voice man. Everything, you'll ever need to know, is in how a woman says something. She told me that you're growing on her. Buddy, you're doing more than growing on her, she fucking wants you man!" He laughed out loud.

"Oh Jesus, here we go." Phil rolled his eyes.

"Hurry up and tap that shit!" Scott said, making a spanking gesture.

"Get out of my room. You're privileges are hereby revoked!" He said, shoving Scott out of his room.

"I'm gonna revoke your man card if you turn into any more of a pussy!" Colt shouted from behind the door that was slammed in his face.

Phil laughed, shook his head, and continued packing.

Suddenly, his iPhone went off, signaling a new text message.

'Sorry I missed your call handsome, I was in the shower ;)'

More than a few nice and dirty images chose that exact moment, to run through his mind. With an evil smirk firmly in place, he wasn't going to let that slide by that easy.

'Really now? So what were you thinking about in that shower?'

Persephanie's jaw dropped when she got that message. Fuck he was really pushing her buttons. It wasn't hard to read between the lines of what his text message was asking. She had to take a couple of deep breaths to calm herself down, but she decided to play his game against him.

'Hmmm... nothing too much, just a certain somebody who could have reached my back for me with my loofa. Enough soapy suds, and not enough hands... ;)' She sent back with a smirk. That'll teach him.

He practically dropped his phone when he read that message. The image of a soapy, wet Persephaine, was enough to get any man's motor going.

'Was he devilishly handsome?'

'Who said anything about a he?' She sent back laughing. Now she was just messing with his head.

If he thought he almost lost his shit at her first message, he was practically growling now.

'Damn, didn't know you think of lesbian action in the shower...'

'I don't truth be told. But I'm not exactly going to discuss images of swollen tattooed arms helping me out either. Now cut this shit out, I told you that we can't talk about things like this. ;)' She sent back halfheartedly and laughing at him.

Yup, it was only a matter of time. Colt was right, she wanted him. He smirked.

'Whatever you say beautiful, what ever you say. P.S. You shouldn't have said anything about it, if you didn't want me to throw the door wide open. Think about it sweetheart.'

"Fuck you Philip Jack Brooks." She cursed to herself, as she read his message. Her face was bright red again. Damn him to hell and back.

"We're ready Miss. Sin-Claire." The assistant walked out and told her.

Taking a deep breathe, and smoothing out her gray pencil skirt, she did the same thing to her white short sleeved, button up blouse. Happy with her appearance, she held her head high and walked into the board room.

Vince stood and shook her hand, while directing her to the chair at the very end of the table. Triple H, or Paul Levesque, was also in attendance, along with his wife and Vince's daughter Stephanie. Persephanie started sweating bullets. She forgot about Stephanie being the head of the creative department. They really weren't messing around, she had to be extremely careful. Both her, and Phil's careers here, depended on her next move. After she took her seat, Vince started the meeting.

"Good morning everyone, before you today, is the contract that we here at WWE would like to present to Persephanie Sin-Claire. I'm sure you all remember the lovely woman here, who not only saved us from a possible costly lawsuit, but also increased our ratings the night she was on Monday night RAW." Vince said smiling in Persephanie's direction.

"After much consideration, and debate, we have decided to offer her a contract. Persephaine, I know you called a lawyer when you got in last night, will he be coming for this?" Vince asked her.

"Yes sir, he will be here within the next few minutes. That gives me, plenty of time to look over what you have prepared for me." She answered him, looking through the pages of the contract.

"This contract, will only extend for as long as you are in school Miss Sin-Claire. After which, if you graduate, a new contract will be drafted up, and new things will be added to it only at that time." Vince told her.

"Agreed." She answered him.

"Persephanie, why should we hire you, over other more experienced applicants?" Stephanie asked her professionally.

"Let me tell you a vision that I have, a vision of the next level I see the company at." She said standing up, and walking over to the large windows over looking the city.

"I see this company being better than what it currently is, and better than what it was in other ways. I come from the side of the tracks that you don't know much about Stephanie, and I don't mean that in a mean way. I mean, you grew up in this company, you know it better than most. You know it from the inside out. I know this company in the opposite way, I know it from the outside in." She paused looking over at Stephanie.

"I see a new vision, one where we can start pushing the envelope again, and putting asses in the seats. Please pardon my french," she said directly to the older members of the board.

"The PG rating has been hurting business, and every single one of us knows this in some shape or form." She said pointedly to all present members in attendance.

"What if I told you, that I know how to change this, and while it may take a while, and I'm gambling everything I have on it. I have the perfect idea to flip the whole world over on it's head. You guys lack the shock factor. What if I could give it too you? What would you say then?" She asked them, taking her seat once again.

"Persephanie, we are gambling a lot on you too. You would have to tell us more than that." Paul answered her.

"Paul, how often have you seen this place eat guys up, and spit them out?" She asked him seriously.

Paul Levesque shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling all eyes on him. He cleared his throat.

"A lot. Why?"

"Have you ever once, thought about using that as ammo?" She asked him with a smirk.

Stephanie looked over at her with a smile. She could see where she was going with this.

"How much creative room do you need Persephanie?" She asked her.

"I won't lie, I'm going to need a lot. I need you all to trust me. Once I unleash this, it will not be contained. I'm telling you right now, your ratings will sky rocket through the roof. Imagine the sales numbers. But I need something from you first. But this will be something I will need from Stephanie. After we are done with this meeting, you and I can talk about it more." She told her honestly.

"Done." She answered her with a smile.

At that moment, Vince's assistant, walked back in.

"Excuse me sir, the attorney that Miss Sin-Claire asked for a consult is here." She told him.

"Send him in." He waved at her.

"Right away sir." She said, disappearing out the door.

Sure enough, a tall dark haired man, in an expensive suit, came walking through the door.

"Hey Derek." Persephanie greeted him.

"What have you gotten yourself into now girl?" He laughed as he followed her to her seat, and took a seat next to her.

"Oh the norm. Nothing good." She laughed.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the board, this is my friend and attorney Derek Smith. He graduated with top honors from the New York School of Law. He will be my attorney for this contract signing." She told everyone.

"Welcome Mr. Smith, I'm Vince, this is my daughter Stephanie and her husband Paul. The rest of the people in attendance, are my company board members. Would you like a cup of coffee?" Vince asked him kindly.

"No sir, thank you though. I'm on a tight schedule, and will have to make this quick. Persephanie called me asking for a favor last night. It was the least I could do for her." He said, as he smiled at her.

She blushed. Derek was an old middle school boyfriend, who turned into a best friend after their short relationship ended. She suspected that Derek still harbored feelings for her all these years, unfortunately, she just never returned them.

Derek was a really handsome man, and the last time she saw him, she almost cheated on her ex Jake, with him. He had come to Louisiana for a conference, and stopped by to see her. She told him about how Jake had been cheating on her and treating her. Needless to say, when she walked him back to his hotel room later that night, he backed her against the wall, and kissed her. After regretfully turning him down, and letting him know she was better than Jake and wanted to show it, she left. It was a little awkward for a little while after wards, but they got over it, and kept their friendship intact. That's why she called him, when she got in last night. He was perfect for the job.

"Please make sure my last stipulation I asked for was met in the contract." She asked him.

"Of course." He said, flipping through the pages, and skimming over the contract. He was looking for major points, and how iron clad it was. He needed to know, just in case she got herself into a bind.

"Ahh, right here." He said, pointing it out to her. "The last stipulation you requested from Vince was met." He informed her.

"Great, how about pay, benefits, etc." She asked curiously.

"It all looks great actually. Truth be told, their willing to pay you a good amount." He said aloud. Derek then whispered the actual amount in her ear. To which, Persephanie almost passed out.

"Six figures!" She exclaimed quietly to him.

"Oh yeah, plus 401 k benefits, health and dental insurance. The normal perks. But it does state in your contract, that you won't be able to own in stock in the company, until you graduate and become a full fledged member of the creative team." Derek warned her.

"Vince, that's no good. I would like the right to be able to purchase stock for what I'm about to do." She said looking over at him.

"I'm sorry Miss Sin-Claire, that's why we are offering to pay you, what we are. You must be a full employee to own stock."

"I'm about to make your stocks go through the roof." She said back.

"You may believe that, and you might do it. But right now, that stands firm. That's why we are offering to pay you so much as it is. Much more than we would normally pay you. You are on a trial basis. It could end tomorrow. Remember that Miss Sin-Claire." Vince told her sternly.

He knew how to play hard ball too. Damn.

"Is there anything I could do about it, if my ideas were used to raise the stocks." She asked Derek.

"Unfortunately, not. It's iron clad. You either take the insanely high pay, or you don't sign. But as of right now, you can not own stock in this company. I'm sorry." He told her honestly.

She thought of Phil, and she remembered why she was doing this.

"Alright, I can live with this. For now." She said.

Vince blew a sigh of relief.

"So is everything in order?" Stephanie asked Persephanie.

"Derek?" She asked him.

"It seems to all be here. Everything, checks out and is legally binding." He told her with a smile.

"Great. Hand me your pen please." She said pointing to the pen he was holding.

After he handed her his black gel ink pen, she pressed the pen to the paper and signed. The contract was passed over to Vince, and Stephaine. They both signed, and it was signed by two other board members who acted as witnesses.

The board clapped as Vince, Stephanie and Persephanie shook hands.

"Congratulations, and welcome to the WWE Miss. Sin-Claire." Vince said outloud, as each board member took turns, shaking hands with Persephanie.

She hugged Derek and thanked him for his help.

"No problem. Give me a call this evening. I would love to take you to dinner while you're here!" He said with a smile.

"Sure. I'll call you tonight then." She laughed.

They hugged once more, before he left.

"Stephanie, may I speak with you in your office please?" She asked the chairman's daughter

"No problem. Gentlemen, please excuse us." She smiled.

"Before you leave ladies, Persephanie, please come see me when you are done. We'll need you to fill out a direct deposit form. We're going to go ahead and pay you three months in advance. You'll need the money for travel expenses. You'll be coming on the road." Vince told her.

"Understood sir." She said, as she followed Stephanie out of the board room.

Once they made it to her office, Stephanie sat behind her desk, and pointed to one of the seats in front of her desk. After they got comfortable, they decided to go straight for the reason they were there.

"Alright Persephanie, what's your idea." She asked with a smirk.

"I think you already know." She told her.

"I think so too, but I want to hear it from you."

So Persephanie, proceeded to tell her the plans that she came up with.

After which, Stephanie sat back in her chair. Floored.

"Jesus, you weren't kidding! This is bigger than big! This is huge!" She exclaimed to Persephanie.

"That's what I keep telling your father."

"He doesn't know about this does he?" She asked the younger woman.

"Hell no! He would never approve." She told her with a laugh.

"You're right about that. What does Phil think about this?" Stephanie asked.

"He thinks it's great. He's worried that it might blow up in our faces though." She told her honestly.

"With good reason too. My father hates someone who challenges him, but Phil is already doing so by not resigning with us. It's been hell, my father is wanting to resign him, but Phil seems angry." She told her newest member of her creative team.

"That's because he is. Stephanie, you see the things that need to change. I know you do." Persephaine told her seriously.

"You're right. I do. I understand why you're doing this too. It's the only way. So what are you both doing in the mean time?"

"This is where that favor I need comes in. I need a number one contender spot for the WWE championship for Punk. We both know that as many years as he's put in, that he's earned it." She told her bluntly.

"Alright, we'll write it in. Are you ready for what's to come?" Stephanie asked with a smirk.

"Oh I am, only question is, is everybody else ready?"

Once she made it back to her hotel room, that evening, after hours of working with Stephanie on the new angle for her and Punk, she just wanted to sleep. After sliding the key into the lock, she walked in and almost had a heart attack.

She was grabbed from behind as she rounded the corner in her suite, and a hand was clamped over her mouth. Persephanie screamed, but the sound was obviously muffled out, by this person's hand. She thrashed around, but soon she heard the person shush her in her ear. She stopped, only to be turned around, and surprised beyond all belief.

"Phil!" She said as she hugged him. Afterwards, she let him go and punched the hell out of his arm.

"What the fuck is wrong with you! You fucking asshole! You almost made me have a damn stroke!" He cut her off by grabbing her face in his hands, and kissing her.

She stopped her assault immediately. Closing her eyes, and letting herself get carried away for a moment. Before she knew it, she pushed him off of her.

"Stop that." She told him, her chest heaving up and down, in a way that seemed to be taunting Punk.

"It seems to be the only way to shut you up. Oh and it was pay back for that text this morning too." He smirked at her.

Suddenly, the dream she had from the night before slammed to the forefront in her mind, and she instantly became aroused. Causing her, to turn bright red.

"Whatever." She said turning away from him. She had to get away from him, before she ended up screwing up, and screwing him instead.

"Nice to see you too beautiful." He laughed as she walked in her bathroom and slammed the door.

Persephanie took a couple calming breaths. Phil had no idea how close, he came to getting jumped on, and taken advantage of.

"Just cool down," she whispered to herself.

After a few moments, she walked out of her bathroom, to find a shirtless CM Punk, laying in her bed. Reading, "Criminal," by: Bru Baker. Fucking A... He even looked sexy while reading...

She snapped herself out of her stare fest, and went to her suitcase.

"Is there a reason why you're shirtless in my bed handsome?" She asked him, while fishing out her night clothes.

"I'm bunking with you roomie, until we go to the next town. I was thinking we can leave on Monday." He told her with out looking up.

"That gives us tomorrow and Sunday. Are you sure you don't want to head out on Sunday?" She asked him quizzically.

"Nope, I'm wanting to hang out with you beautiful, outside of work." He said, still not looking up from his book.

She made a face. She wasn't pleased that he wasn't looking at her like he normally did. Jealous over a book, how much sadder could you get? That's when a idea struck her. Grabbing out her black tank top, and black short shorts, she was going to get him to pay attention one way or another.

Stripping off her skirt first, she stepped out of it. She heard movement on the bed behind her, and hoped that her plan was working. Next, she unbuttoned her white short sleeved blouse, and pulled it off. Standing there for a few seconds in a black pushup bra, and black boy shorts, with her black thigh high stockings on. Persephanie proceeded to unfold her tank top, and shorts. Smoothing them completely out.

Little did she know, her plan worked like a charm. Phil's book laid to the side, completely abandoned and forgotten. He was taking in just how much those boy shorts fit perfectly against her backside. He got off the bed, and walked behind Persephanie.

"Was the bathroom too much of a big and scary place beautiful?" He said with a dangerous and sexy smirk firmly in place as she turned around to face him.

Uh oh. That was a big mistake. She had a perfect view of his tattoos, toned upper body, sexy stomach, and those sexy arms. Gathering herself, she smiled at him.

"Nope. Someone said they wanted to be roomies, and after some texts this morning, I figured, 'Why be bashful?' I mean, those texts weren't bashful were they?" She said with a dangerous smirk of her own.

"You want to play games beautiful? What did I tell you about doing that?" He said as he took another step closer to her.

She laughed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about handsome." She told him. She was starting to find, that she really loved teasing Phil.

Suddenly, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her towards him.

"Sure you don't sweetheart, just like, I have no idea what about to do to you." He told her smugly.

He picked her up, swiped everything off the desk near by. As everything went crashing to the floor, she suddenly saw the dark clouds in his hazel eyes. A shock of excitement went through her body.

As he leaned down to capture her lips with his, her phone started to ring.

'Saved by the bell!' She thought to herself.

She smirked, pushed him aside, and went to answer her phone. He growled in response, clearly not pleased. While she was talking on the phone, she picked up her night clothes, and walked into the bathroom to take off her stockings and change into her sleepwear. Phil stood there shirtless, and in a pair of shorts, trying to calm himself down.

"Women." He mumbled to himself, and started picking up the stuff he pushed to the floor in his haste.

After he was finished, he climbed back in the bed, and began to read again.

She emerged from the bathroom, looking sexy with her hair falling in waves over her shoulders and down her back. She was ready for bed. So Persephanie, climbed in on the other side of him, turned her back to him and got comfortable.

"Good night Punk." She said with a shit eating grin.

He knew what she was doing, he wasn't stupid. So he decided to just play it off like he wasn't phased by what just happened.

"Good night beautiful." He said back.

Soon she fell asleep. He could tell by her evened out breathing, and relaxed posture. He then, turned off the light, put his book on the night stand and laid back to go to sleep.

Persephanie was caught up in another dream again, this time Punk was enjoying a nice feast, on her. And he didn't take no for an answer. She turned on her back, and let out a content sigh that sounded very similar to a moan. This didn't escape Punk's attention. He turned his head and looked at her with a smirk. He wondered what she could possibly be dreaming about. She turned to face him, and fell back into an easy sleep. He closed his eyes soon after, and fell asleep himself.

An hour and a half later, he was having dreams of his own. In his dream, himself and Persephanie were currently engaged in very dirty and steamy acts on that same desk from earlier. He suddenly felt a hand on rubbing on his chest. It felt very real too. After a few minutes of this, it finally started to wake him up. He opened his eyes to Persephanie, rubbing his chest and breathing heavily in her sleep. It took a few seconds to register that she was in the middle of an erotic dream. The smirk that came across his face, was bigger than any smirk he ever showed her.

It was at that time, she moaned out his name.

"Phil..."

'Fuck this, reality is better than dreams beautiful. Time to wake up.' He thought, as he lifted her head and kissed her.

She was soon kissing him back. All she knew, is that his kisses in her dream felt all too real. In her dream, he was currently fucking her brains out, and had her hands tied to the bed posts. Finally, she started waking up, and as she blinked her eyes open, she realized that he was actually here and kissing her.

He flipped her on her back and kept kissing her. She opened her legs, so he could settle in her thighs, a nice heavy makeout session was just what the doctor ordered after two days of sex dreams.

His hands roamed over her body, and stopped at her breasts. Working the nipple through the fabric of her tank top. Persephanie moaned out loud. He then sat her up, lifted up her shirt, and unhooked her bra in one go. Shocked, she didn't have time to react before his lips, attached themselves to her nipple.

"Oh shit!" She hissed out, throwing her head back in ecstasy, which caused her to push her chest, further into him. He worked her other nipple with his finger and thumb. Soon, he switched it up, a bit down on her nipple, while flicking it with his tongue.

"Oh God Phil." She cried out, as he smirked.

He let go of her breasts, and looked up into her eyes. Her eyes had a raging storm of lust, and she kissed him. Hard.

He kissed her back and reached for her shorts, pulling them from her body. Sliding his hands over her panties, he found she was soaking wet. Growling, he ripped them from her body, and kissed down her body. Her nerves, came flaring to life, but before she could saying anything he pushed her back down on the bed, pushed open her thighs, and licked her most intimate parts.

"Fuck!" She screamed out, practically coming up off the bed.

His tongue ring felt amazing down there, and all thoughts of making him stopped vanished.

"God you taste divine." He told her, as he continued his feast on her.

Punk alternated from playing with her clit with his tongue, to fucking her with either his fingers or tongue. She came apart in minutes, and he was there to collect every drop of her essence. Once her orgasm was over, reality hit her like a ton of bricks.

He moved up her body, to see that she was trembling.

"What's wrong?" He asked her.

"We can't do this." She said to him.

"What?" He said. He was starting to get more than annoyed now.

"Phil, this is going to destroy our friendship." She told him, she was obviously really scared.

He took at deep breath, and laid down next to her. She pulled the blankets around her body, and turned her back to him. Persephanie couldn't look at him like this. She was crying.

"How much longer are you going to make me wait for you?" He asked her.

"Phil, I don't just want you for sex. I don't want anything from you. I'm not stupid, I know for a fact there is no future in this for me and you. I know how guys work, they're nice until they get what they want, and then their gone." She told him.

"You think I just want you for a piece?" He asked her in disbelief.

"Most guys do, that's why I haven't had sex in months. I don't want that. I want more." She told him.

"Damn it Persephanie, I'm not most fucking guys!" He said getting up from the bed and pacing the room.

She sat up in the bed, keeping the blanket wrapped around her body.

"That's not what I said," she said back defensively.

"No that's exactly what you meant!" He snapped back.

"Phil, you don't even know me."

"I want the woman I met in Louisiana, and got to know in Houston! I want the woman, that drives me insane, and I can't get out of my head. I don't want the girl, who's too damned scared to take a chance in life and live. I did not sign up for that shit." He told her bluntly.

"Don't talk shit, you don't have the first clue what I have been through in my life, therefore, you do not have the right to talk shit. I'm trying to build a friendship with you, and for good reason." She told him just as brutally.

"Jumping Black Jesus!" He exclaimed. "Why are you so stuck on this friendship thing?" He snapped.

Collecting her clothes, she ducked under the blankets and put them back on.

"Because Phil, I want you, and I know I can't have you! I know it will never work! It never does for me! I always get left behind! Are you fucking happy now? You're all I can think about any more. Since I met you, I can't describe it, I just want to be near you. When I told you that being next to you, is like being struck by lighting, I wasn't kidding! I want you, all of you, because I'm falling for you and I'm falling hard. I'm fucking scared to death because I don't know what to do. I usually have all the answers, and I don't believe that people fall in love. I don't even believe that it lasts. But here I am, feeling something that I haven't felt before, and it scares the absolute shit out of me! So you want to know why I am pushing for friendship? That's why! Because I don't want to get hurt again! I want to make sure that if I'm going to take that plunge with anyone, that I won't being doing it alone damn it!" She finally let it out.

The second that she realized that she did, her eyes widened, and her hand flew to her mouth.

Phil stood there in shock.

"What did you just say?" He asked her in a very calm voice.

She sat on the edge of the bed, and was still in shock over admitting what she just admitted to him.

"I believe you heard me," She said back, not recognizing her own voice.

He picked her up, looked in her eyes, and kissed her.

"C'mon, we're leaving." He told her.

"What? Where are we going?" She asked him confused.

"We're going to Chicago for the weekend. It's only 10 o'clock, we can catch a flight and be there in a few hours. We'll go to Pittsburgh on Monday morning, for RAW. But right now, you and I are going back to my place." He told her as he kissed her again, and got dressed.

"Why?" She asked him.

"Because, I want to do this right, and what better way to prove to you that I want this, than to bring you back to my hometown, and do this the right way? I want to take you out, get to know you. I want you to get to know me. So can you just stop questioning things, and let go? Just let go, and come what may?" He asked her.

She walked over to him and kissed him. He stopped what he was doing, and kissed her back.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed their foreheads together.

"Alright, let's just see where this takes us." She finally agreed.

He smiled, lifting her up and kissing her again. She was finally going to let him in, and try.

Chicago, here we come!

I'm not pleased about allowing a certain act to happen already in this chapter, but I will warn you all now. These two will not be engaging in a full on certain act, until a certain part in this story! I already have this story pretty much mapped out, but I kind of had to break my mold, to go ahead and push these two to a breaking point, to get them to finally admit their feelings. So this chapter, was the HARDEST for me to write. It's also the longest chapter in this story so far. Don't worry, we are almost at the half way point. We still have quite a ways to go ya'll!
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