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A/N: This is a pointless short story; it's basically a smut so keep that in mind if you decide to read. Meaning: There is no important plot here, I just needed to write it after last Monday night Raw.

The Initiation

"Maryse…" The dark haired man standing with his arms crossed over his chest said, his voice a low murmur that carried some mysterious undertones. He was looking at her, she could feel the full intensity of his olive green eyes burning her skin as he remained at the door, scanning her through while his back rested against the wooden barrier that separated them from the rest of the world. "What makes you think that I will welcome you into my New Nexus? Showing at my door in the middle of the night is not enough of a strong reason for me to take you in."

With her tongue slowly running along her full bottom lip, the blonde Diva arched one perfect eyebrow, her eyes returning his stare with the same intensity. "I never said you would, but you know-" She stopped her talking for a second and rolled her eyes, her lips curving into a confident smile as she searched the right words to go on. "I'm just saying that you should consider it. Look at it this way; if you want to take over the entire WWE with your group you will need someone among the Divas."

CM Punk squinted his eyes. "The Divas, uh-" He said, tilting his head the slightest bit to the side as if he was considering it; but then he straightened his head and shrugged. "The New Nexus has some of the strongest and most promising talent the company has to offer; just by ourselves we can reach places no one has before, so why should I bother with the Divas? We don't need valets."

Maryse smiled again, ignoring the tone he used when referring to the Divas. "I told you, strong as you already are, you can't take over the entire WWE and leave the Divas to the side. I am a two times Divas Champion and you will not find anyone in that locker room better than me to do the job."

"You do have a point there." He said, his eyes still glued to her as he moved one hand to run it down his jaw. "But once again, what can you bring into the group that we don't have? I am no altruist; I will not accept anyone here unless they can bring something along."

"I can bring a Championship, if I am given the opportunity I know I can win it, again."

"The Divas belt… you are offering something you don't have."

"Well, I don't see that anyone in the New Nexus has a belt around their waist either, but if I win it while in the group it will show the world how of a great leader you are and how a strong group we can be."

The blonde French-Canadian smirked; she would be lying if she said she hadn't been excited while watching CM Punk form a New Nexus. From the sideline she saw it as an opportunity to ride along and be part of the success the group promised to deliver. She wanted in, at Ted's side she wasn't accomplishing anything other than tainting her image by his embarrassing losing streak and it was time to move on to bigger and better things.

A new Championship reign wouldn't bother her at all, and if she made it as part of the group then she was going to be unstoppable.

Flashing her way a half crooked grin, the leader of the group she wanted to be in nodded. "I like it, I mean I am the living proof that you don't have to be the biggest as long as you are the smartest, and you, you have guile and I like that."

"Thank you." She said in her thick accent while flipping at her hair.

"But…" Punk said as he walked away from the door, making his way into his room until he reached the desk chair to sit in. "As you probably watched on last week's Raw, to be in the group you have to be subjected through an initiation, just to know if you are worthy and if you really want to be in."

Maryse clicked her tongue to her cheek and nodded. "I know. I want to be in so I'll do whatever you want me to do."

Punk smirked, his eyes moving up to stare into her own hazel ones. "I had two people saying that and when the moment of truth came they were not interested enough."

"They were not worthy." She said, watching him as he watched her. Being a WWE Diva, Maryse was used to have all kinds of people looking at her, with all kinds of intentions, but as she was finding out when it came to Punk's eyes it was different.

She couldn't remember when he started looking at her like that and she definitely couldn't remember feeling so antsy and self-conscious of having his penetrating eyes on her; but now that she was in his room, locked behind closed doors she couldn't help but to feel like his eyes were not only stripping her off her clothes, but of her skin and flesh so he could look right into her very core.

"And are you?" He asked, his voice low but firm and almost carrying a seductive tone that made her take in a deep breath.

That voice, there was something about it that was making her lose her usual composed demeanor. She didn't know what it was but it was there, strong and palpable and hard to ignore. But she didn't let him know that the mere tone of his voice affected her in any manner and she just shifted her entire weight to her right leg and sighed. "I guess there is only one way to find out." She said, able to keep her eyes on his.

"We'll see about that; take off your clothes." He ordered in a dark whisper as he sat on his chair, one hand on his chin as one of his fingers tapped his lips repeatedly.

Maryse swallowed down and pursed her lips into an awkward smile. She has been both anticipating and dreading that moment, but when the order came her hands automatically reached for the back of her dress and started doing what he said.

The sound of the zipper giving in echoed all over the room, the silence they were both in making it appear like it was way louder than what it really was.

Once the zipper was down, Maryse reached for the thin straps that held the tiny dress to her shoulders and slipped them off, letting the top part fall to her hips. She did all that with his eyes glued to his, the fact that he never looked down her face making her feel unusually self-conscious.

But her uneasiness didn't make her stop, and when she felt the soft fabric settle on her hips she started to slide it even lower, down to her thighs and all the way to her feet. It was a slow process since the designer's red dress was tight on her body, but once it was a puddle in the floor she kicked it away and bent down to take off her shoes.

Before she could take them off, Punk motioned her to stop and to walk over to him, and once again her body obeyed his command without thinking it twice; she only stopped her walking until she was right in front of him.

"Taking into consideration what I made the others do, what do you think would be a good initiation for you?" He asked, never moving his eyes below her face.

"Whatever you think is good." Hopefully, he wouldn't be as harsh on her as he was with the others, she has watched in both horror an fascination as he initiated the men of the group and she silently hoped he wouldn't feel like testing her that far.

Actually, she hoped her body and her looks would make him want to initiate her in a more pleasurable way for both of them; after all he was a man like any other and she could give him things the others couldn't.

Punk sucked into his mouth the small ring adorning his lower lip and blinked slowly. "Whatever I think is good…" He moved his hands forward and placed them on her hips, guiding her movements so she would turn around.

"Anything," Maryse responded as she turned her back on him, and as her words left her mouth his fingers began pushing her thong down.

Smirking to herself, Maryse bent slightly, pushing her ass to him as he took her underwear off. He did it slowly, his hands barely touching her as he worked the thong down. That he wasn't touching her didn't mean that she couldn't feel him, she could actually feel his breath on her skin, warm and prickling.

Naked from the waist down, the blonde Diva ran her fingers through her hair and bit on her lips, and just when she was wondering if he was going to do something she felt a hard and stinging spank on her ass.

The sudden impact made her gasp and startle, but before she could complain out loud he pressed his lips to her flesh, kissing her right over the spot he abused a second ago.

The feeling of his lips on her made her gasp again, and when his hands settled on her hips to steady her she bit on her lips. "That…" She began to say, but before she could finish up she felt him stand from the chair so he could stand right behind her.

"I don't remember saying that you could speak, Maryse." He whispered into her ear, his body pressed against her back as his hands remained on her hips.

His low tone made her tremble and once again she swallowed down hard as his fingers dug into her skin, pulling her to him until she felt his erection poking at her through his jeans.

That was a reassuring feeling, because if he wanted her he wouldn't be too harsh on her, but then she remembered what he did a moment ago and started to wonder what kind of stuff he was into.

"So I can't talk?" She asked, pushing back into him so he could also get a good feeling even though his clothes.

His response came in the form of him pulling away from her so he could spank her a second time, and as soon as his open palm meet her ass Maryse hissed, feeling her flesh tingling after the impact.

"No, you can't talk. Actually, you can't do anything unless I tell you to do it."

"Okay…" Before she could even finish talking, the Chicago Native gave her another spank and the blonde had to bit her lips not to complain, her eyes closing as she waited for the feeling to pass.

She has never been into anyone spanking her or mistreating her in any kind of manner so she made a mental note to keep quiet.

"That's more like it." He whispered, his lips brushing against her bare shoulder as his hands worked on slowly removing her bra, the ultimate article of clothing that was keeping her from being completely naked.

Once he skillfully took it and tossed it away, Punk slithered his hands from her ribcage to her inner thighs, his fingers roaming freely without touching her intimately. His touch was light and maddening, caressing her skin and getting near her sex just to draw back before reaching it.

"Let's see if you are really willing to do it all to be part of the New Nexus."

Keeping her lips sealed, Maryse closed her eyes and lifted one arm, reaching behind her so she could grab the back of his neck. He didn't tell her to move, she was aware of that, but because he didn't say or did anything to stop her she threw her head back against his chest and started to run her fingers through the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

Punk didn't seem to mind that, and as an answer to her touch he slid one of his own hands up her body until he cupped her breast in it, feeling her as his thumb teased her nipple into a hard peak. He twisted it, weighing her in as his hand burned the skin that it touched.

One hand was working her upper body and the other one moving near the building ache between her legs, he was driving her crazy with preliminaries.

"Let's move to the bed," He said, his hands suddenly leaving her.

Resenting the void his hands left on her but doing as he told her, Maryse started to make her way to the bed, feeling his eyes on her as she moved. That he was watching her gave her a confident boost so she added a little swag to her walk, her hips loose as her heels echoed through the room.

"Stop there." Punk said when she was a step from the bed. When she halted he positioned himself behind her and placing one hand over her shoulder he made her bend over the bead; prompting her to automatically rub against the front of his jeans.

The position she was in when his clad hard-on touched her naked groin made a moan get stuck down her throat, and when his hands found again her hips to hold onto so he could push harder into her she moaned again.

He didn't chastise her with a spank, on the contrary, her moan was rewarded with another hard push and she would give anything for him to be naked as well so there wouldn't be a barrier between them, she wanted him to be able to push deep into her.

Now, that she could remember she had never had any sexual feeling toward the man, not prior that night anyway; but being naked with him while his not so subtle erection teased to rip through his pants so he could posses her made her feel wanton; she wanted him inside of her and she wanted him now.

She didn't even want him to take his time with her, she wanted him hard and fast, she wanted him to leave her trembling inside out, panting and breathless…

"You like that, uh?" He asked, and even with her back to him she knew he was smirking.

"Yes." She said in a raspy voice as he angled her ass higher, his hands spreading her to his viewing pleasure.

"Do you want me to take off my pants and fuck you through the bed and beyond?"

Maryse nodded and Punk pressed harder into her, the rough fabric of his jeans finding the wet spot between her legs. It was surreal, but at the same time it all felt like it was meant to be, like it was always meant to be like that.

"Then take them off." He said, pulling away from her the slightest bit.

Not having to be asked twice, Maryse turned around, sat on the bed and started to fumbled with his belt, her fingers shaking as she took it off. Once she managed she started to work on his pants and boxers until they were finally out of her way so she could lay her eyes on his flushed erection, hard and promising in front of her face.

She couldn't lie; Maryse was more than pleased with what she was seeing, very pleased. Who would have thought that what Punk hid under his trunks was so… nice? He was a very good size, he was undeniable throbbing for her and she wanted it… she wanted what she was seeing.

Placing her hands on his hips, Maryse lifted his shirt a little and kissed his stomach, her lips slowly going down as her nose picked on the musky scent of his arousal. Then, curious to know if he tasted as good as he smelled and looked she gave in and took him into her mouth, first licking the head and then sucking down on him.

He tasted better than what she thought; he was intoxicating and wanting to have more she ran her tongue through his length, adding a stronger suction as one hand gripped the base of him hard.

Humming, Maryse closed her eyes and took him in as deep as she could, his length and width invading her mouth.

Punk hissed and grabbed her hair, his fingers burying into her blonde locks for a second before pushing her out. "I didn't say you could do that, did I?" He said in a dark grumble, his dark eyes delving deep into hers as she looked up.

Smirking, Maryse licked at her lips. "Then spank me, for a taste of you I'll say that it was more than worth it."

Punk laughed, and instead of spanking her he took off his shirt and then lowered himself on top of the bed until he was hovering over her, barely giving her the chance to admire the art that was his body.

But that could come later, now she was going to enjoy the moment at its fullest.

Having him face to face and like God put him in this world was a bit unnerving, so Maryse took in a deep breath and forced her eyes to keep looking at him, her mind trying to convince her body that the fact that he was spreading her legs and accommodating his weight on top of her was nothing out of the ordinary, there was no reason to be trembling.

"Spank you? And why would I do that when I can make things a bit more interesting? Lift your hands above your head." He said and she obeyed.

Keeping his position over her, Maryse could feel the full intensity of Punk's manhood pressing hard against her crotch, but instead of trying to make his way in he was too busy tying her hands to the bed post. Now, she wasn't sure what he was using and where he got it from, but that he was tying her there was no doubt.

"Now be good and don't make me have to gag you too."

Parting her lips, Maryse's tongue peeked out and moistened her lips, her eyes intently looking at his face as he looked down on her.

"You speak, and you are out of the New Nexus before you are in." With that said, Punk swirled his hips and made his erection tease her entrance. "You got that?"

Nodding, Maryse closed her eyes and bit on her lips, her body was craving for him to slip into her and the intensity of his eyes were a bit too much for her. She was ready as she would ever be and in that moment she wanted him deep into her more than she wanted anything else.

"No closing your eyes either, I want you to look at me," He said, grabbing his hardness in his hand and brushing the tip to her entrance. "While I… initiate you"

Feeling feverish, the blonde opened her eyes and looked at him; his face was inches away from hers as his eyes looked back at her. Looking into his eyes as they were a push away from melting into each other felt surreal, almost too intimate of a moment to share with him; it made all the hairs of her body stand up and she trembled, but then as her eyes took him in he leaned forward and kissed her chin.

She wanted to close her eyes and take in the sensation, she wanted to move her hands away from their bondages to grab his face and kiss him and she wanted to tell him to fuck her good, however he wanted it just as long as he would relieve the liquid ache between in her crotch.

Squinting her eyes, the blonde Diva lifted one of her legs and used it to push him into her. It didn't give her the result she wanted and she sighed, feeling him so close and yet so far.

"I see you are a little bit eager, is it for me?"

Yes! She wanted to scream, but keeping in mind what was at stake she bit on her lips and fought against her eyes so they wouldn't close.

"Could it be that you want this?" After his words, Punk started to slide into her slowly, tormenting her by only allowing the head of his arousal to slide in before pulling back. "Is that what you want?"

Nodding and lifting her hips off the mattress, Maryse took the opportunity that his face was near and kissed his lips.

But he pulled back upon the contact, his eyes moving to her lips as he hissed under his breath. "No kissing, unless I say so."

Frustrated, Maryse threw her head back and took in a deep breath. Punk smirked his crooked smirk and blinked. "Patience is a virtue you lack, Maryse. I don't know if we have room for an impatient member."

Maryse parted her lips to refute him, but before she could she closed her mouth again and breathed in, trying to relax as he kept teasing her by brushing her throbbing hardness all over her groin. He was sliding it from her entrance to her sensitive nub, he was pushing it into her but just as far as an inch and he was pushing the length of him hard against her heat.

It was as if he was trying to make her crazy.

"Can you be patient?"

She nodded, and in a movement that took her breath away he pushed deep into her. A deep, raspy moan escaped her lips and she had to roll her eyes. It felt amazing, he was hot and throbbing and once he settled in he didn't move, making her tremble at the feeling of his body joining hers.

"Not only patient, I need you to be loyal and to respect me as your leader. Can you do that?"

Nodding again and burning all over, Maryse pulled at her hands. Being unable to touch him all over was frustrating; sure, it added more to the moment because every touch he would make on her felt more intense, but she wanted to touch him and beg him to relieve her need for him… and more than anything she wanted to kiss him.

It was silly, she knew that, but she wanted to feel his lips on hers too; she wanted his tongue to swirl around hers as he stole the breath out of her lungs.

"Good, we can understand much better if you only follow those simple points." Punk said as he accommodated himself into a more comfortable position without pulling out of her, and then ever so slowly he began to move within her.

Maryse moaned, not sure if that was catalogued under speaking but unable to stop herself, but when he continued not only to move but to increase the pace she assumed it was okay to moan.

Pulling her legs even farther apart, Punk began to slide in and out of her, his eyes moving right where the action was taking place, watching intently as his pounding into her started to get harder and faster.

"Maryse…"

Maryse could hear the voice but she was too concentrated on enjoying the ride Punk was taking her in. He was slamming into her, hard and deep, each thrust making her feet like screaming her lungs out.

It wasn't only that the very essence of his manhood was burying deep into her, but his fingers were manipulating her secret nub and it was driving her mad with lust.

She wanted more. Focusing her eyes, she stared at him. His face a hard mask of concentration was the gorgeous thing ever; his cheeks were tinged with her, his lips were slightly parted so his tongue could peek out and the way his eyes watched their coupling was beyond sexy.

"Maryse,"

She could hear him but she couldn't respond, if she did Punk wouldn't let her into the group. Besides, she was so close… she didn't want him to pull out before she could reach her climax and she was so close…

"Hello, Maryse..."

"Shhh," Maryse mumbled and not caring much she closed her eyes and lifted her head so she could brush her lips against his. "Just kiss me." She wanted to kiss him as she took her into the most intense orgasm of her life, she knew she was going to reach her boiling point if he just reached for her and kissed her.

"Okay," The voice said and pressed his lips to hers. It was a soft peek and it didn't last long. It was not the mind blowing experience she had hoped for and it definitely didn't take her to the edge. It was just like... "Now can you please get up, we are going to miss our flight."

Opening her eyes, Maryse found herself face to face with the familiar clear blue eyes of Mike, her ex-boyfriend and still good friend. He was staring to her a bit amused and she immediately pulled away from him.

"You dozed off." He said, one hand caressing her check as she dumbly looked at him with her jaw hanging and her face burning in embarrassment. "But don't worry, you didn't drool so I just let you sleep all over me."

Maryse covered her mouth with one hand and started to laugh nervously. She couldn't believe she just had a sex dream with…

With Phil!, while sleeping over her ex-boyfriend.

"Oh my God." She gasped, still holding her hand to her lips. It was just that the dream felt so real that she could even feel the taste of him on her tongue, dark and intoxicating. And God, of all the people she knew she dreamt of Phil aka CM Punk. Yeah she talked to him from time to time but not as to dream of him making her squirm underneath him, and to join the Nexus, a fake TV angle…

He wasn't even her type!

"It's not a big deal, come on, let's get going." With that said, Mike got up to his feet and carried both his carry-on bag and hers toward the gate.

It took her a moment to react, but when she did she stood up as well and followed him, her head down and her steps quick.

She just felt weird, the whole thing was weird and…

Deep into her thoughts, Maryse wasn't looking where she was walking and as she headed off after Mike she collided against someone. "I'm sorry, I wasn't-" Lifting her head, the blonde French-Canadian found herself staring into the olive green eyes of none other than Phil, the man of her dream.

"Looking, I know." The man said as he placed a hand on her waist to steady her. The touch lasted a second and then he took his hand away. His eyes, however, remained glued on her. "I just saw your boyfriend walking by, seems like he forgot you."

Forcing a smile on her lips, Maryse flipped at her hair. "He's not my boyfriend." She rushed to say. "And I don't think he forgot about me."

Phil smirked and placed a finger to his forehead. "You are right, who would forget about you, right?" With that said he sent her a wink and arched one eyebrow. "Anyway, gotta keep going, I don't want to miss my flight."

Feeling the same kind of nerves she felt under his eyes in her dream, Maryse bit on her lips and shrugged. "Yeah, you go and… do your thing."

"Maryse, come on! We are going to be late."

Punk smiled and pulled his cap down. "You are going to be late too so see you around." After that he keep walking and left, leaving her behind as she stared after him.

Maryse licked at her lips and watched him walk away. "Oui, I'll see you around…Punk."