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Back and Forth	By : normalchick Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 7095 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She growled in frustration as she slammed the door to her hotel room shut.

"That little bastard coming to my show! My arena and then having the balls to touch me! Ugh! Damn it! I hate him!" She screeched in the empty room.

Stephanie slammed her bags down onto the carpet and fell onto the couch, she realized it was a mistake to sleep with Eric and she couldn't let it happen again. She hated the effect he was having on her, she kept thinking that she he couldn't allow him to charm her into bed, oh, who was she kidding? She had kissed him, she had done everything to him, she had charmed him! He even asked her if she was sure and her response echoed in her head. Never been more sure of anything. Why did she say that? Why couldn't she have just gotten up and out of there and sat in the lobby and waited for dawn?

Stephanie had lied to him tonight about not remembering half of it, she did. She couldn't forget anything. Every thrust, every kiss, every sigh that came forth from his mouth. The way he touched her, the way he held her so gently when they were falling asleep and he didn't know that she was still awake, scared out of her mind. She shook her head, trying to shake away those thoughts again and grabbed her bag, she pulled out a long sleeve t-shirt and some panties. Thank god she wouldn't have to see him tonight, hopefully it would be a good while before she dealt with Eric Bischoff again.

As she soaked in the hot water of the tub, she was blissfully unaware that Eric was roaming the haof hof her hotel, wondering if it was actually best to pursue her. He knew that it was risky and that he could lose his job, but there was shinghing there that was calling him. And he knew that even though Vince hated Stephanie, the boss couldn't stand anyone doing anything with his daughter.

And even though Stephanie insisted that Linda hated her, he knew it wasn't true, he knew that she was just incredibly disappointed in her only daughter's choices and Linda would probably do something worse to him than Vince could ever imagine, even though the public gave Vince the credit for everything, he knew it was Linda who did it all and could think of everything to hurt him...

He rounded a corner in the hall and knew her room was up ahead, courtesy of a young hotel clerk he had charmed his way with a hundred dollar bill and a wink. He stopped as he spotted a man by her door, banging on it. He knew the build, he knew that blonde hair and that annoying cocky attitude. He slunk back trying to be as unnoticeable as possible.

As he hid in the hallway, Stephanie slipped out of the tub and wrung out the water from her hair back into the tub. She grabbed her robe from the floor as she drained the wa she she raked her fingers through her damp hair as she headed out into the bedroom.

She grabbed her hairbrush from the coffee table but quickly dropped it as a loud bang hit her ears. The banging on her door was furious and fast and annoying the hell out of her. She looked through the peephole only to be covered by the person's hand, she swung the door open and groaned at the sight of her husband and the powerful smell of the whiskey surrounded him.

"Hey baby." He slurred. Hunter licked his lips and put his hand on the door frame, his button up shirt was open, a white tank beneath. He had bare feet under his blue jeans. He tried his damnedest to look as sexy as he could to Stephanie.

"What do you want?" She glared at him, not affected by anything he was trying.

"Only you, darlin'." He lazily pointed at her with his index finger.

"Right. That's why you served me with divorce papers yesterday." She raised her voice when she spoke the word 'divorce' causing Hunter to wince.

"Don't yell, please. That was just a mistake, cupcakes. I love you so much!" He smiled at her, hoping his charm would sway her but her face sd cod cold.

"Hunter, you're drunk, you don't know what you're talking about, alright? Just go."

Stephanie began to shut the door but he violently slammed his hand on it, causing it to slam open further. His lazy smile went away only to be replaced by his usual coldness.

"Listen to me, bitch. Don't tell me what to do. I am the game. I am your husband and when I tell you to come back to me, you should feel privileged that I let you back into my life..."

Before he could continue with his tirade, he was caught off guard by her fist slamming into his cheek, he stumbled backwards into the hallway.

"First of all, I'm not your THING." She screamed. He grabbed his ears and fell back onto the hallway wall. "Secondly, I'm never ever going to get back with you again. After living this one day without you, I realize that there are so many more good things out there for me that don't include you!"

She slammed the door shut, only to open it again, stride out and slap him across the cheek. Eric winced at the sound of flesh hitting hers echoed in the small hallway.

"I made you." She hissed. Her demeanor had changed, the empowered woman had faded away and the shrewd business woman pushed forth from the depths of her soul. "And I'll find a way to break you, Hunter. You think that this is angry? Oh no, precious, it isn't. One day, soon, you will know how angry I can be when I tear you to pieces and then you will be the one wanting to crawl back to me and I'll shut the door on your face again!" She whirled around and in an instant, with the slam of a door, she was gone.

Hunter picked himself up and snarled. "I don't need you anyway you fucking cunt! You were just holding me down, you'll see princess! I'll be more than you'll ever want to admit!" He screamed at the wooden door. "You're worthless! Just like your father says. Stupid bitch!" He slammed his boot into the wooden door but it didn't budge. Hunter mumbled a few obscenities under his breath as he walked past Eric, so filled with rage he didn't notice the Raw GM, huddled by a door, pretending to study the key card reader.

Eric heard the ding of the elevator and straightened himself out, now that ponce was long gone, time for Stephanie. He swallowed down any apprehension or fear he had inside and knocked on the door. He placed his hand over the peephole, as Hunter did. He could hear movement and a curse and then the door swung open.

"Hunter you fuck... What the... Eric?" She was rubbing her temple, still reeling after Hunter. She didn't need another annoyance.

"Stephanie." He nodded. "May I..."

She grabbed his shirt and tugged him in, causing him to nearly trip over his feet.

"If you wanted me so badly you could have just asked me."

"Shut up!" She spat out, annoyed ten fold with him. "Someone was opening a door in the hallway and I didn't want them to see *you* outside *my* door in the middle of the night. What do you want?"

She was hot and fiery, her face was red from the verbal attack on Hunter she had just unleashed, he knew that she was minutes, maybe even seconds, from kicking him out but he couldn't help what passed his lips.

"You're so gorgeous when you're like this."

She stopped and scoffed but he noticed her face definitely soften a tiny bit.

"Shut up, alright?" She quietly said. "I've got a headache from that asshole and I don't need one from you."

Stephanie plopped onto the couch and sank into the cushions, even with Eric in the room, sitting in the barely lit room with the quiet was the most relaxing part of her day. And he definitely noticed it, the slumped shoulders, the eyelids that took more than a second to open. He wanted to come in cocky, arrogant, quick witted but he couldn't after Hunter and that god damn display. Just another reason to hate the bastard.

He walked over and took a place beside her, he leaned his hips up and pulled her pair of panties out from his pocket and flung them onto the coffee table, he settled into the sofa cushions once again.

"I'm a gentleman..."

She let out a little laugh.

"I am!" He protested. "I didn't make you swallow."

"Eww. Please, I'm trying to forget." She groaned.

"I was just joking... wait, forget?" Eric turned towards her. "You said you didn't remember most of it! You're lying! You remember each and every thing we did!"

Stephanie lifted her head from the cushion and dramatically gasped as she shifted towards him. "I only remember parts, the memory of our encounter is very shoddy in this head of mine." She tapped her finger against her forehead.

Eric rolled his eyes, he knew the way to spot a liar, especially a McMahon one. "I know when you're lying, I know when all of you McMahon's lie. You widen your eyes a bit, act as if you've been caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar and turn on the charm and act incredibly coy. So, save it, Princess."

"Fine, I do remember and like I said I'm trying to forget." She confessed, she crossed her arms over her chest and sighed.

"Was I that bad?"

She shrugged. "No, you weren't but we're rivals, we can't just go around having sex with each other."

He laughed. That sounded so funny. How did he get himself into this? He really just wanted to annoy her tnighnight but he couldn't just let her wander the streets drunk and get her. Her statement replayed again in his head and he laughed even harder.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" She cried.

Eric jumped up from the sofa, holding his sides as he continued to laugh.

"This is ridiculous! Oh man, I slept with Stephanie McMahon. You!" His finger shot out at her. "I slept with you. Do you know how improbable that sentence is coming from me?"

"If A-Train had been there, I might have done him too." She joked.

"God, Stephanie, I thought you had standards... wait, I don't."

"You know you just insulted yourself." She added dryly.

"I know but it was worth it to get in a jab like that." He ran his fingers through his hair, this was incredibly weird, he was joking with Stephanie and she didn't seem to mind. She just sat there, quietly, listening to his nonsense, in that robe. I wonder what's under that... No! Shut up, talk to her like a normal person even if she is... so cute with that wet hair and how she's playing with it...

"Why do you have to be such an asshole at times?"

He jerked his head back to her, jolted back to reality but still dazed from his thoughts.

"Always have been, I guess." He sat back down next to her but he was too close for comfort, hell the whole couch wouldn't have been enough space for him. If he could just reach out and touch her and know that she would touch him back. Unsure of what to do, he crossed his arms and let out a deep breath.

She glanced over at him, he was fidgeting with a button on the bottom of his jacket and she knew that he was nervous but it was annoying the crap out of her.

"Stop that, it's distracting." She reached for his hand but stopped as she noted how close they really were now. Oh, crap. Be strong. He doesn't smell as good as he did... he smells better. She looked up at his face and regretted it immediately. He looked so innocent and hopeful, she pulled back in silence and cracked her knuckles. Why the hell was she acting this way? She was a professional businesswoman. She ran a popular television show but she felt herself being reverted back to her teenage years, awkward and nervous. Just tell him to leave. Just say the words. Leave. Now.

"I think you should leave." Her attempt at being strong came out in a whisper barely audible to his ears.

"Really?" He whispered at the same level she did. "Why?"

"Don't question me, just do it."

"Excuse me?" He didn't like anyone demanding something of him, in fact, it angered him. He pushed himself off the couch and got into her face. "Don't tell me what to do, I'll do whatever the hell I want! I'm Eric Bischoff, god damn it!"

She pushed him away from her giving herself some room to get up from the couch. He just had to go and ruin her decent mood, just had to fucking push her buttons.
Stephanie got into his face, poking him in the chest as she yelled at him. "So tell me what do you want to do, Mr. Bischoff?" She sneered. "You wanna have sex again? You wanna go run off and laugh to all of your RAW buddies that you banged the boss' daughter, huh? Got the best of Smackdown for the first time in your short WWE career? Well, fuck you! Get the hell out!" She angrily shoved him towards the door.

He quickly brushed away the shock and came towards her but she was ready, her fist shot out and connected with his chin.

"Christ!" He reeled back but was able to grab her incoming fist. His eyes were intense, filled with anger. She had got him once at the parking lot, she wasn't going to again.

He jerked her over to him and grabbed her other fist just seconds before its target destination, his chest. Stephanie struggled for a second but stopped when she realized it was futile.

There were no words needed for the next few moments, the anger inside shifted in both of them. And she noticed it in his eyes as did he. The flush of her cheeks, the heavy breathing that he had seen the night before. It was his move this time and he didn't hesitate.

His mouth hovered near hers and he teased her with a wet peck on the lips, she groaned as his tongue ran over her bottom lip, this wasn't going to be hurried and sloppy, it would leave her wanting. He released her fists and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her body to his. His mouth found hers quickly and his tongue gently and thoroughly explored her mouth. Her fists that were once swinging fury were now holding onto him for dear life.
He had a plan and he knew, as soon as her soft moans flowed to his ears, that it would work.

He kissed her again, leaving her breathless for a second time.

"I'm not going to ask you if I can..." He whispered against her as his fingers toyed with the knot in the belt of the robe.

"I would say yes." She replied, interrupting him and pushing away any doubt in his mind whether or not this would work.

Eric smiled slightly and pulled the knot free, he pulled the cloth belt from the loops of the robe, slowly. He swallowed as the robe opened up just a tiny bit to reveal her naked body.

His hands found her cheeks and he pulled her closer. She moaned as his lips delivered another searing kiss, as her sighs filled his head. His hands moved down to the top of her garment, he pushed the robe down past her shoulders and broke away from their kiss. He planted soft, loving kisses on the tops of her shoulders and groaned as her lips found his earlobe.

"Ohh god." If a woman wanted him to do her bidding, all she had to do was what Stephanie was doing at the moment. Get in control. The PLAN.

He snapped out of his trance and pushed the robe down even more, revealing her breasts. She cried out as his mouth attacked her, suckling her nipples until they were peaks that ached with every brush of his tongue. He moved away and kissed the swell of her breasts and then her lips.

"Please" She moaned as he kissed her another time.

"Please, what?" He kissed her cheek.

"Touch me..." She whined, it wasn't her usual annoying whine, just a desperate one, waiting for more contact.

"I am." He breathed in her scent as he moved to her neck, teasing her with his lips.

"No... not there." Her hand grabbed his wrist and moved his hand down, to the juncture between her thighs. "Mmmmthere."

Eric gasped as his fingers encountered her, she was so incredibly wet. She groaned as his fingers rubbed her and gasped as he got closer to her clit, he let his index finger brush against it and smirked as she cried and tried to get more contact with it.

"Oh, you want that?" He let his palm grind against her clit, teasing her more.

"Please, god..."

"There's no god here, baby. Just Eric." He licked his lips and pulled his palm away, he lead her to the couch behind them and let her settle into the cushions. She immediately spread her legs as he bent down before her. He swallowed as he looked up at her. She was so gorgeous, flushed and sweaty, little pouty lips parted, her eyes sparkled as she waited for his next move.

His eyes didn't directly move to where she thought he would but to her face. She noticed it right away and gulped as he stared at her. She was naked and ready and all he could do was look at her face. She suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious, he wasn't staring at her tits or her pussy, he was watching her and she felt something that she hadn't felt in a while. Embarrassment.

He noticed a change in her face and moved to her face, he kissed her slowly and gently caressed her face. He didn't know exactly what it was but he couldn't have her getting upset. He didn't wanna deal with that now. He moved his hand to the same place it had been but instead, he slowly inserted two fingers inside and used his other hand to play with a nipple. She moaned into his mouth.

"Errrriiiiic." Her hips moved as he inserted another finger.

He swallowed her cries and moved his other hand down.

"Yes, Stephy?"

"Oh god, don't call me tha... Ohhhh!" She cried as his other set of fingers began to rub her clit.

"Like that?"

"Mmmmmm harder." She groaned as his fingers moved faster.

"Yes, oh god, pleaseeee. I'm going to come, Eric." She yelped as his fingers slammed in and out of her, it didn't hurt at all but surprised her at the force his hand held.

The sweat dripped from his forehead onto her body, he wanted her to say it again. That magic word, over and over.

"Who's making you feel all better?" He laughed.

"You." Her fingers clutched the fabric of the couch.

"Nu-uh. Who?" He slammed his fingers inside her to the hilt. She hissed and lifted her hips.

"Eric Bischoff!" She moaned through gritted teeth.

"Good girl."

"Eric... I'm going..." She grunted as his fingers rubbed hesterster and his fingers fucked her harder.

She felt it all falling away again, like the night before, she cried as it approached. She moaned his name again and waited and waited and waited.

She didn't realize that had withdrew his fingers from her and moved upwards. He quickly kissed her forehead and her lips. She tried to speak but nothing came out. She watched as he turned and headed for the door.

He couldn't look back. He would quickly dive back for her. This way, she would want him. He would wait and she'd be the one to come to him.

She finally screamed as the door shut.

"You... fucking... COCKSUCKER!" She grabbed the thin vase from the end table and hurled it at the door, it shattered upon impact and left blue chunks of glass and two daises on the carpet.

"I hate that man." She whispered to her as her fingers found her clit, he tricked her, he worked her up to this and just left her, desperate and aching for him. She began to rub herself furiously and cursed his name, as she worked herself hr, hr, his name wasn't cursed anymore, but it was moaned.
She cried his name as she came.

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Eric stumbled into his hotel room after a night at the hotel bar. He laughed as he tripped over his travel bag and slammed into the carpet.

"I really do hate her." He slurred as he got himself back up, he moved to his bedroom and stripped the clothes from his body. "You can really make a guy feel so... so..."

He fell face first onto the bed and grabbed a piece of the top blanket and pulled it over his back. In a matter of minutes, he was asleep, dreaming of the woman in his fantasies. As he drifted deeper into slumber, he unknowingly moaned her name over and over as his dreams of her continued through the night.
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