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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.

Chapter List
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Additional Disclaimer: I do not know Micheal Cole, whom I have used in this chapter.

Chapter 8: The Beginning Of Something Out Of This World.

She was rooted in her spot. He finally came into view at the top of the ramp. Nervously, she followed Micheal Cole's lead, and stood up from her seat. This was it. The moment she was so scared over.

Punk stood at the top of the ramp for a moment, all the while, keeping his eyes locked on hers. She knew this, and felt that indescribable spark again. Persephaine felt it every time he looked at her. Suddenly, just like last time, everything seemed to slow down again. As he started making his way towards her, she felt the world slip away again. His hair was slicked back, and he was wearing his New Nexus shirt, armband, and a pair of jeans. He looked edible. Once he made it to the bottom of the ramp, the fans, who were still mixed with their reactions to him, started either cheering or booing louder. He walked over to the steel steps, climbed on top of the turnbuckle, and looked at Persephaine the whole time. Finally, he jumped into the ring, and Cole tried to shake his hand. Punk looked at him like he was completely stupid before taking Micheal's microphone. He then turned his attention back to Persephaine.

"I never got to say thank you that night." He said as he put the microphone in the last chair, walked up to her, grabbed her face and finally kissed her.

His kiss was unlike any other that she had ever experienced before. His lips melted perfectly to hers, and his lip ring felt divine. The fans were eating it up as more and more of them began to cheer, and send whistles to them. After a few seconds of shock passed, Persephaine's eyes began to flutter shut. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her body relaxed and molded into his arms. She was kissing him back, without a care in the world. She couldn't hear the fans anymore, nor did she care. This amazing, sinful, delightful, magical. He finally had to pull back from her, which she knew and accepted. They locked eyes for a moment, feeling that connection only grow stronger. He leaned his forehead into hers, and lightly whispered,

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine, do what has to be done." She whispered back, almost breathlessly. He smirked.

Micheal Cole came up to the pair, trying to squeeze his way between them.

"Persephaine, are you still going to keep lying to myself and the rest of the WWE Universe and say that nothing romantic is going on with yourself and the Straight Edge Superstar?" He said with a smirk on his lips.

"Micheal, to be fair, she wasn't lying. Nor was she expecting me to do that either." Punk answered for them. Never taking his eyes off of the smiling and shocked Persephaine.

"Then what the hell was that about?" He pointed at them both.

"Persephaine is a fan, it's the ultimate fan dream to have this happen. Isn't that right Persephaine?" Punk said to her in his calculating, heel persona way. Her face immediately, changed. Gone was the look of shock and happiness from a few seconds ago, it was replaced by shock of another kind, the embarrassing kind.

"What?" Persephaine asked him dangerously.

"Well, let's face it. I'm a bit of a legend around here with the ladies in the back obviously. I'm not a bad looking guy at all, you are definitely one of the most beautiful fan girls this place has seen in a good while. I'm sure you're more excited from that one kiss, than anyone else would be. You're not the average fan beautiful, which is great because, guys like me would get a reputation for this sort of thing if we weren't careful." He told her with a smirk.

"Punk, if you're trying to say something, your best bet would be to just spit it out." She said in a low, lethal tone.

Fans everywhere knew this was about to turn really ugly, really fast.

"What I'm saying is Persephaine, you're better than the average ring rat that most places have to offer. You're a higher class of what I like to call, 'The Real Fan Experience,' and I would love to get to know you on a more personal level after we go off the air tonight." He brazenly told her. Brushing a strand of hair from her face.

The fans booed him beyond belief. To everyone in the arena, he had just disrespected the woman who helped him, and that wasn't right. A fire had lit up in her eyes, and she smiled a very dangerous and lethal smile.

"One night with me huh?" She asked him, as he nodded his response and telling her, 'Just one night.'

With that, she slapped him so hard he fell to the mat, clutching his face.

"Let's get one thing straight, you egotistical son of a bitch! I'm not a whore. I'm not a slut. I am certainly, not a damn ring rat! I thought you were different, I thought you had what it takes to be the future of this company, I can see now, that I was completely wrong. You're disgusting. A vile waste of precious human resources, and most certainly a waste of space. You're not even fit to breath the same air as me. Come near me again, and I'll beat the living hell out of you. Get it? Got it? Good." She said as she held eye contact with the stunned superstar.

"How dare you! You can't touch a superstar of his caliber like that! To slap a superstar! It's scandalous! An outrage! You better hope he doesn't sue you! You better hope the WWE doesn't-" Micheal Cole was immediately cut off by Persephaine slapping him so hard that he fell to the mat, knocked out cold. The fans exploded in their approval over this and screamed their hearts out.

She climbed out of the ring, and walked up the ramp, watching Punk the whole time. She was pissed. He watched her with a smirk and was yelling out to her.

"Game on beautiful. You want a chase, then you'll get a chase." He said to her as he sat in the ring and watched her. He had no microphone in his hand, but knew that she could hear him just fine. His hand kept checking on his cheek, as she walked out of the main arena floor and behind the curtain. It was at this time, they cut to commercial.

"How's the online responses looking Mary-Ann?" Vince asked one of his senior writers.

"Sir, the reactions are all over the place. People are eating this up. Speculating over this, and their twitter accounts, and every thing in between. They all agree, that kiss was amazing though. Infact, some are calling it one of the best kisses in WWE history." She told him smiling. This just made her job a hell of a lot easier.

"If they think that's good, then they are going to go nuts over what happens next in the segment. She's going to be the hottest storyline we have had in ages. I just have a major feeling about this girl. She's going to change and reshape everything." He told Mary-Ann.

"Sir, I just got off the phone with the company attorney's. They are drafting up her contract as we speak." His VP of talent relations said as he walked into Vince's temporary office.

"Excellent. Keep this to yourselves, I have major plans for our little Persephaine. She's going to make us very rich ladies and gentlemen. Very rich indeed." He said smiling to both people in the room.

Persephaine raced back to the dressing room, and grabbed her phone from Punk's bag, where she left it. After wards, she walked back out into the hallway, and made her way to the fake backstage office that had been set up. She saw the director, who immediately put her in the spot he needed her, and told her to go ahead and get started talking on the phone.

Meanwhile, a camera crew was already following Punk around the backstage area, as he continued his hunt for Persephaine. He pretended to look in almost every open door, and started to finally openly shout out her name. Once she heard him, she looked angry and it showed in the tone of her voice.

"I can't believe he would do such a thing! To think, I was not only a loyal fan of his, but that he's a total jerk! I feel like such a fool! Why is this happening to me?" She told, 'her friend,' over her cell phone.

Finally, he stormed into the office where she was at and stared at her. She made an excuse, and got off the phone immediately.

"Do you get off on slapping guys? Is it some sort of dominatrix kind of thing that I should know about?" Punk asked her as he tenderly touched his cheek.

"Where the hell do you get off on your bullcrap Punk? I ought to slap the hell out of you for even thinking you could talk to me ever again!" She snapped back.

From there, they got face to face, and started yelling at each other again.

"Can you be anymore of a bitch? Don't get me wrong, I think it's cute when you're all worked up and mad, but-" He was cut off by her going to slap him again. This time, he expected it, and grabbed her hand when it was at the half way point to his face.

"Not this time beautiful. You know, you've really got to stop doing that, and calm your nasty little temper down." He smirked at her.

"Get away from me. Now." She practically growled at him.

"No, I don't want to, and I'm pretty sure you don't want me to either. Especially with the way you responded to me in the ring. You enjoyed what I did out there, you loved it. The way you kissed me back, the way your arms wrapped themselves around my neck. The way your body molded against mine, effortlessly." He whispered that last word to her.

"You're wrong." She said with venom.

"Am I? Do you need to see a play back? Because I'm certain, anyone in our tech department will be happy to help with that. Personally, I know you enjoyed it. I know because I felt it, I felt how you willing and responding you were. Perspehaine, you can keep trying to lie to yourself, but you can't lie to me. What is it that you want exactly? A game? The thrill of a chase? Don't you know that it's unwise to start a game you can't finish beautiful?" He said taking steps towards her, backing her into the wall that was right behind her. He had a dangerous and sexy look in his eyes.

"You sound like you've lost your damn mind! I don't really appreciate being told that I'm a high class version of a ring rat! That's not why I helped you and that little boy that night Punk! So no, I don't want you. I could never want someone as egotistical, conniving, or cold and calculating like you." She said, her voice wavering. She was losing the heat of the argument and it was slowly being replaced by the heat and spark of something else entirely. Her chest was heaving in a very tantalizing manner, and this didn't go unnoticed by him.

"Maybe I shouldn't have said that." He said grabbing her by her hips and lifting her up against the wall. Forcing her to wrap her legs around him. "Maybe I should have just came out and told you, that I've wanted you since I first saw you that night. Maybe I should have told you, that your eyes are more than inviting, they are they're down right intoxicating. I warned you Persephaine, never start a game if you can't finish it." He said smashing his lips into her own. She was shocked, and tried to push him away at first, before he nipped at her bottom lip, causing her eyes to slip closed, and for her to fully kiss him back. After about 10 seconds, her eyes snapped back open and she began to fight her way out of his arms. Shoving him off, and wiping his kiss from her lips.

"You're wrong about me Punk. Just remember that." She said as she fled the room, with him watching after her in shock.

Once the camera crew signaled that it was a wrap. Punk immediately took off to find Persephaine.

She was back in the dressing room, getting ready to head back to the hotel. He knew something was up the second he walked in and saw her scrabbling around to get out of there.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, closing the door behind him.

"I'm fine, just really tired, and wanting to get some sleep before I have to fly out tomorrow morning." She said as she picked up her Prada bag.

"You're doing it again." He said.

"What?" She asked as she continued to get ready to leave.

"That avoiding thing that you do when you are really uncomfortable." He smirked at her.

"I'm fine Phil, honestly." She said to him looking at him.

"None of that craziness that we just had to do for the sake of entertainment, made you feel uncomfortable in the least?" He questioned her.

She stopped running around and sat down.

"Of course it did. But it is what it is. I'm just confused on why this route? Why me?" She told him.

"I have to admit, the way they played that out, you would have to come back. It's practically a new story line. But you weren't the only one who felt uncomfortable with that. That's not how I am." He told her sternly.

"I know that couldn't have been easy on you. I'm sorry." She told him, looking at him in the eyes for the first time since the promos.

"I'm fine, it's you I'm worried about. I didn't know until we got here tonight, that they would do this. You didn't have to do it you know."

"And tell my possible future boss no? Um, I'm good. I would actually like to get hired on here when I finally can put in the application." She told him laughing.

"So you would rather do something you're not comfortable with to secure your place, than stand up against something you're not comfortable in doing?" He asked her.

"No, that's not what I was saying. But even you have to admit, if I want a possible job in the creative department, it's not the brightest idea to piss off a future boss." She told him firmly.

"No it's not, but neither is sucking up to him either." Phil said removing himself from the couch.

"What's your problem?" Persephaine asked him feeling a little defensive.

"Nothing. Not a damn thing." He snipped at her.

"Great. I'm damned if I do, and I'm damned if I don't! Fucking amazing!" She said standing up and making her way to the door.

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?" He asked her.

"Exactly as I said it! Damn Phil, you need to make up your fucking mind about me. Either you like me and want to be friends, or you don't. But I don't need your shit every time I do something you may not like. If you've forgotten already, I shot down a few of your bosses ideas earlier. Which is what lead us to that point!" She snapped back at him.

He sat back down.

"I'm sorry." He told her.

"Look, are you needed any more tonight?" She asked him.

"Not really, I have to taunt Cena next week. But nothing major. I can leave now if you want." He responded back.

"Then let's go. I'm over this, and I really just want to snuggle in my bed and watch a movie. I miss my son, and my mood is getting sour over it." She told him.

He collected his things, and followed her out of the dressing room. Once they made it to his rental, they rode back to the hotel together. After making their way inside and to the elevators, they pushed the proper floor button and moved up. When they exited, they made their way to her door.

"You want to come in and hang out. I have plenty of Pepsi, I swear it. Besides, I'm pretty sure you can agree movies suck alone." She said with a friendly smile.

"Sure." He smiled at her.

They hung out in her room for hours, watching movies, and pigging out. They were both happy that the awkwardness from earlier events had passed. Both of them were currently laying in her bed, watching, "Full Metal Jacket." After 2 movies, and a belly fully of pizza and Pepsi, Persephaine passed right out watching the movie. Noticing this, Punk smiled and removed her from his chest, laid her head on her pillow, and covered her up. He settled in to finish the movie, before deciding he would go back to his room when it was over.

Funny thing about that was, he ended up falling asleep as well. Conflicted about Persephaine, and his job.

The next morning they awoke to her alarm clock going off. She had to be at the airport in two hours. After trying to roll over, and realizing that she was being held firmly, she saw a tattooed arm wrapped around her waist. Smiling, she rolled over to face Punk, and snuggled her face into his chest. How was it, that this man could smell good even after sleeping? The smell of that cologne was fucking intoxicating! Closing her eyes and letting her smile grow even wider, she didn't quite realize that Punk himself was already awake. He was pretending to still be asleep, and was trying not to laugh at Persephaine's open affection for his chest. Although, having her this close, was definitely not a bad thing. He smirked. At this, she had a feeling that he might be awake. Lifting her head up, she looked up at him.

"Good morning, faker." She laughed.

"Good morning, person who constantly hugs me to only smell me." He said back to her.

"Fuck you." She said smiling

"That sounds like a nice and tempting idea..." He started to say before she cut him off with a poke to the stomach. He laughed at her.

"Yeah. Right." She replied back, unwrapping herself from him, against her own will.

"Get your ass back over here Seph." He told her, out of the blue.

Her eyes shot open, as she looked back at him in shock.

"Excuse me?" She asked him, fearing she may have misheard what he said.

"I said, 'get your ass back over here,' I don't think I stuttered." He laughed at her.

"We have to get ready to go to the airport Phil." She told him honestly, and nervously.

He got up from his spot, crawled over to her, and grabbed her around the waist. Carefully, he picked her up and hauled her over into the bed with him. She laughed at him.

"I'm sorry about last night. I do like you, and I do want to be your friend." He whispered to her.

She smiled at him.

"All that, just to tell me that? Mr. Dramatic!" She laughed at him softly.

He smiled at her, she looked beautiful first thing in the morning. Her eyes, were amazing, changing from ocean blue to grey.

"Well, I'm a jack of all trades, what can I say?" He replied in a smartass way. He did this, before he did something that he would regret.

She was almost certain that he was about to kiss her. Of course not though, another opportunity missed! Then again, he probably wasn't into her like she was with him, and just kissing him would be a huge mistake. She would rather hide the fact that she really liked him, and be his friend, than risk it and ruin everything! But those lips, the way the felt against hers last night, were awe-inspiring! The way she was sneaking glances at his lips, didn't go unnoticed by him. He smirked at her, she was such an open book, and he firmly believed that she was not aware of it. That lip ring of his was melting her self control into a puddle of nothingness. If she didn't get away from him and now, she would cross a line that she knew she was not allowed to cross.

"Yeah, yeah. You're boring me now." She said with a small laugh, and starting to sit up.

"Really now?" He said, challenging her.

"Yes really!" She laughed at him, not daring to look at him as she tried to get up.

Suddenly, he yanked her back down on the bed again, this time pinning her down and tickling her mercilessly. She began to laugh and try to fight him off. With him on top of her, between her legs and pinning her down, she didn't think about this as she began to buck against him. Trying to throw him off of her. She was beginning to squeal as he began to tickle her sides and her stomach. His hand brushed across her stomach and down her leg as he began to tickle her, where ever he could reach. She felt soft beneath his hands.

He continued his assault on her for a few moments longer, before she managed to capture both of his hands and raise them above her head. They laughed at each other a moment longer, before realizing just how close they really were. His face was just inches away from hers, and their eyes were luring each other in again. Before he could stop himself, he lowered his face to hers and pecked her softly on the lips. Shocked, but comprehending what he had done, she smiled at him before kissing him back, softly.

"I'm sorry," she said. Quickly realizing that he may not have wanted her to do that.

He just smirked at her.

"Don't be, I'm not." He said this time, kissing her again. As he kissed her, her grip on his hands, softened. He smirked and brought his hands down to her sides. She kissed him back, but wasn't pushing her luck about it. Suddenly she let out a shriek as he started tickling her again!

"You ass!" She laughed.

"You know it!" He told her.

"Oooooohhh! I'm so telling Zack you're stealing his material!" She teased him with a smile.

He had stopped tickling her and let her get up.

"Whatever!" He smiled.

"Alright, we've got to get the hell out of here if we're going to catch our flights on time!" She told him sadly.

"I know! Okay, I'm gonna head back to my room, and I guess I'll meet you down stairs in the lobby." He told her, walking to the door.

"Alright, see you down there in a few!" She told him as she turned around to pack up her laptop.

Without warning, she was suddenly whipped around, lifted up, and pressed firmly against the wall. Thoroughly being kissed, and enjoying every moment of it. Punk nipped at her bottom lip, and she gasped, allowing him to slip his tongue in her mouth. In that moment, she lost all bearings and kissed him back with everything she had. Her moan of approval, gave him all the encouragement that he needed to know, as his lips left her mouth, and started to lick, nip, and kiss her neck. He lifted his head to her ear, as she held on to his broad shoulders.

"Persephaine, we have to stop." He whispered, and just as he told her this, her tongue hit a very sensitive spot on his neck. He ended up practically growling out loud, slamming her back into the wall, and latching on to her neck. Her passionate cry, did not go unnoticed by him.

"Oh shit!" She whimpered breathlessly.

This seemed to be enough to snap him out of his daze. He had no idea what just happened, but he locked eyes with Persephaine, and his resolve was getting tested again. Her eyes were literally smoking with uninhibited lust. Suddenly he didn't give a damn about them catching their flights on time, as he slammed the door shut the rest of the way, and he swept her over on to the bed. Kissing her full on, before laying her down, and sitting up to pull his shirt over his head. He leaned back down over her, kissing her again. Her hands roamed over his arms, back, shoulders and chest. She began tracing his chest tattoo, while kissing him. Soon his hands were under her shirt. That was enough to snap her out of her lust filled daze.

"Stop!" She said sounding worried.

He immediately sat up and looked at her, confused.

"I'm sorry, it's just that we can't." She started to say, "We have a um, flight to catch." She said lamely.

"Persephaine, if you can't tell, I'm not exactly worried about my flight. We can re-book them." He said to her.

"Phil, I can't. I care about you, and I don't want to risk losing you. God! I hate myself for this. You don't know just how bad I want to, the almighty lord above knows how much I really want to, but what are we really doing?" She said to him seriously.

The more he thought about it, the more he knew she was right. They could kill this friendship before it really began. He was in no way, ready for a commitment, and he knew that she wasn't either. But he wanted her in his life, he couldn't see him without her there anymore. She had somehow, gotten past that fan barrier and made it into his life as a friend. A friend that was beautiful, kissable, and someone he just could not see himself without. It was in that moment, he realized, that when it comes to her, he wanted to be selfish. He did not want to share her. This could be bring on trouble, if he wasn't careful.

He moved over, and sat down beside her on the bed.

"You're right. As much as I would love to, you are right, there's a huge chance we could kill the friendship before it even really starts." He whispered to her.

"I'm sorry." She whispered back, tears threatening to fall.

"Will you stop doing that. You have nothing to be sorry over. Please, stop that. Don't cry." He told her.

"What about this?" She asked him.

"Well, we can't deny that there is some kind of chemistry here. If there wasn't, we wouldn't have gotten as far with it as we have." He said pointing to his shirt on the floor, and the bed they currently sat on.

"Every time I'm around you, I feel a connection, a spark. I can't describe it. It's just there." She told him.

"I know, I feel it too." He agreed.

"When you touch me, hug me, or even kiss me. It's like I'm on fire, and I just want to be consumed by you. I can't help it. And I know, you must get that quite a bit from a lot of your female fans, but I'm not shitting you when I tell you this. If we can't control it, we're going to fuck up and ruin our friendship." Persephaine told him honestly.

"You're right." He told her looking her in the eyes.

"So what do we do?" She asked him.

"We go on, like this never happened. Don't take that as me saying I regret this either, because I don't! I mean, if we really want a normal friendship, we have to forget that this ever happened. I'm going back to Chicago for the rest of the week. You're going back to Louisiana. Let's use that time apart, to get our heads back on straight. Besides, we still have to get to the bottom of this story line with the company." He offered.

"No awkwardness. That's my only demand. If this subject should ever come up again, then at that time, we need to really talk about it. No avoiding it." She simply said.

"You have my word." He said standing up, and collecting his shirt. After he put it back on, he turned to her.

"One more thing before we enter into this agreement." He said to her, catching her full attention.

He leaned down and kissed her once more. Slow, passionate, deliberate, and steamy. She went weak in the knees and he caught her by the waist. Slipping his tongue in between her lips, he kissed her so amazingly, that she was left breathless. Cupping her hands on his face, she kissed him back just as passionately. She felt herself growing more intimately excited, especially when her tongue would seem to touch his lip or tongue rings. His hands were inching their way up her sides, and brushed the swell of her breasts lightly, eliciting an deep moan from her. Finally, he reached her shoulders and he broke the kiss.

Leaning his forehead onto hers, he started to whisper to her.

"I'm not going to promise you a lie. I refuse to. This won't be the last time that this happens. We both know this, and only saying different is telling ourselves a lie. But it won't happen again, until the time is right. I'll meet you down stairs." With that, he left her standing in her hotel room, and walked out the door.

Throwing herself on her bed, she screamed into the pillows as loud as she could.

"I'm a fucking idiot! Ugh!"
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