Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anyone in this story. Any characters you recognize here belong just to themselves.

Warning! This story has a sexual overtone that might offend you. It's not overly graphic but if it's not your thing you shouldn't read it

A/N This had been dancing on my mind for almost a week now, it was about time I decided to write it! I got inspired after seeing the video of CM Punk & Maryse after the draft. I you haven't see it… then what are you waiting for? lol

Hope you enjoy!

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Irrésistible

CM Punk was making his way towards the men's locker room to take a shower when he saw it, sparkling right before his eyes. It called to him; it's silverly design enticing him into taking it. He ripped his eyes away from it and looked at the briefcase he had been carrying around since he came out victorious from the ladder match at WrestleMania XXV.

He could cash it in! He was Mr. Money in the Bank and he could cash it in right now and make the title his. His eyes returned to it, studying it some more. It was a girly thing, but he could take the butterfly off and put something more to his liking; a Pepsi Logo? He could already visualize it…

'From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in 222 pounds, he is your Divas Champion, CM Punk!'

Nah! Somehow he didn't like the sound of it. A man winning a woman's title was almost as lame as a man winning Miss WrestleMania, it just didn't work for him.

But a title was a title, and the opportunity was there for him to take.

"Oh no…" Todd Grisham, whom could read just what the straight edge superstar was thinking exclaimed. CM Punk looked up to him, back to the briefcase and then to the body attached to the title.

"Don't worry, he's not the only one" The blonde vixen that happened to be the owner of the title said with a confident smile to Todd before looking up at Punk. "I know. It's ok"

CM Punk leered at Todd for the briefest of moments before fixing his eyes on the Divas Champion, his lips twisted in a smile that was too subtle to be noticed by the passer by.

Maryse was used to have men, even women ogle at her mere sight, so it was no wonder the French Canadian thought Punk was doing just that. Little did she know it was her title he was interested in.

Punk took a good look at her through half closed eyelids. She was stunning, and she had all the reasons in the world to be over confident, after all she was plain and simple drop dead gorgeous. She had a body to die for and a pretty face to match, too bad that there was nothing inside. The woman was vain and hollow as they come; her cockiness overshadowed her good looks.

"I don't think, he's thinking… what you are thinking" Todd said to the still oblivious blonde.

Maryse looked at Punk, their eyes linked together as she smiled her devious smile. Punk took the opportunity to lean a little bit forward, getting caught in the net of her alluring perfume.

She smelled like sin.

He knew her kind, woman like her meant only trouble.

"It's not you I'm after sweetheart" The tattooed man said raising his eyebrows before taking off to where he had been heading in the first place. He could hear her laughing as he walked away and he shook his head, brushing her and her championship off his mind.

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It was not until he was in the shower that Maryse came to occupy the mind of CM Punk once again.

He was rinsing the shampoo off his jet black hair and just letting the spray of warm water sooth his aching body. His mind was clear of any thought, he just wanted to grab his things and return to his hotel where he planned to take a good night rest.

It was when he was about to turn the shower off that he felt the distinct feeling of a body, a female body brushing against his back.

He gave an abrupt turn that almost knocked down the woman that had slid into the shower with him, he had been so wrapped up in his own world that he hadn't noticed her. By instinct he grabbed her by the arms to steady her.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked in a whisper before yanking his hands off her body. It was Maryse, and she was wearing nothing but a sly grin on her face.

"Nothing… yet" With that, the tempting blonde closed the distance between the two, backing him up against the wall until her curvaceous body was fully pressed against his.

The black haired man swallowed hard and grabbed her by the shoulders to push her away. She backed only a bit and raised her arms up in the air to let him admire the view. Her smile was still on her face and her eyes were on his.

He couldn't help but to let his eyes roam along her form, taking in all her curves and nuance. There was no denying that she was a sight to see, her body was glistening under the spray, wet and inviting… his treacherous body was already reacting to her.

"Have you lost your mind?" She most have, because she had sneaked into the men's locker room and was now naked in a shower stall with him… in the fucking arena! Only a thin curtain separated them from the rest of the world and he was apprehensive anyone could notice her in there.

"What's the matter Punk boy, don't think you can handle a real woman?"

He licked his lips while his hand went up to the nape of his neck; this was going to be tough.

"Hey Phil!" Came the voice of his friend Kofi, his voice was muffled by the sound of the spray but it was clear enough to make Punk panic. "You in there man?"

Maryse's grin broadened and for a moment there he was sure that the devilish woman was going to do or say something to make their situation obvious to Kofi and everyone that happened to be out there.

So he grabbed her and turned her around so that her back was to him, molding into him while he covered her mouth with his hand, he didn't want her saying anything. "I'm here" His voice came out strangled as Maryse decided to take that exact moment to wriggle her derriere against Punk's hardened cock; he could feel her smiling into his hand.

"We are going out after the show, wanna join us?"

Punk closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall. With his free hand he grabbed Maryse by the hip and pushed her away, but the damn woman was persistent. Every time he pushed her away she slammed back into him, sending waves of shivers all over him.

"Yeah… um… I'll meet you at catering" He replied before leaning closer to Maryse to whisper in her ear. "Stop it"

Maryse shook her head and bent over to push her ass even more into him, it was almost enough to drive him crazy.

But he let go of her, he didn't want to take whatever was happening farther than it already had. Refraining was a hard thing to do and he wasn't sure he could hold on much longer.

"Man it sucks that you got drafted to Smackdown!" Kofi said and Punk rolled his eyes, why couldn't he just leave so that he could send Maryse out.

"I know…" Punk said as Maryse turned to face him. She pressed her body to him once again and he could do nothing but to remain still. If she decided to, she could give them away… and he knew it wasn't going to look good on him.

"Who am I going to travel with now?"

"I don't know man!" His voice came louder than he intended as Maryse was now rubbing her delicious body against him, the feeling of her skin on his enticing him into giving in.

By now he was fully erect, his cock cradled between their bodies as the Canadian's tongue roamed from his neck up to his ear, her manicured fingers traveling down his back to rest on his own ass to pull him more into her.

He chuckled, the whole thing was surreal. Never in a million years would he have though his night would turn out into this. Before he could help it his hands were at her narrow waist, just holding her still.

"Hmmm" Maryse poured as she moved her lips to his so that she could nudge at them with her teeth. "Don't pretend you don't want me… I know you do" She said in her thick accent while her tongue plucked out to run along his bottom lip, Punk had to take a deep breath to go back to his senses.

He did want her; after all he was just a simple mortal.

Maryse didn't wait for him to respond; she just rested her hands against his shoulders and lifted a leg so that his erection was inches away from her entrance.

He could hear Kofi talking in the background, saying something about talking to him later, but he was not paying any attention whatsoever.

His hands slid down to cup her round and perfect ass; he only needed a single thrust to bury himself into her velvety core, just a simple movement of his hips. It was all too tempting; she was there for him to claim.

Or he could pull her to him, he was in position, in fact he could already feel the head of his throbbing cock sliding in… just a little thrust to so that he could go in completely and ease the need of his body while his mind to went to ruin.

He looked down to where things could begin to happen soon, his gaze dwelling a while on her breast pressing into his naked chest.

It was all too tempting.

He looked at her flushed face, she had thrown her head back, leaving her neck exposed to him while her platinum blonde hair cascaded down her back.

He knew her kind… She was waiting for him, she wanted him to take her to reassure her mind that she was the desirable woman everybody wanted.

He smiled and leaned forward to press his lips against her throat. It elicited a raspy moan out of her that made his cock twitch in anticipation. And there, with his lips still pressed against her skin he pulled away.

"Like I told you, I'm not interested" His voice was raspy and as he reached out to take a towel to wrap around his waist he saw as her mouth hung slightly open in disbelieve. Chances were this was the first time anyone turned her down.

It was what it was he thought to himself as he walked out of the stall. He was CM Punk, and if there was something he was good at was refraining.

TBC