| How they got back to his hotel room was more like a blur than what actually happened. Just the unconcious knowledge that they spent the taxi ride over tangled in one another and the fact they barely got into his room before they were both naked told her they didn't teleport. Though as he laid her back on the bed and crawled up over her, like a dark hungry fire bird, she had to wonder if he had flown them. And just like that she realized she knew him. How she missed it before was beyond her. He had gone back to ECW before she'd joined WWF and it wasn't like she saw him a whole lot. But she'd be damned if she weren't sleeping with the enemy now. Raven. Scott Levy. Raven. She had lost her wits. "What is it?" Scott growled softly against her lips as he kissed her again. Being much more gentle now than he had been in the taxi. Or the lobby. Or the elevator. Or the hallway... It took her a long moment to get her brain to focus on the words she wanted to use. It was near to impossible to think at all with his warm, strong hands sliding over her naked flesh. Which was probably the reason 'I know who you are and we shouldn't be doing this' didn't come out of her mouth. "I want you," she murmured instead. Ignoring the confused feel her brain took on. As if to ask her 'What'd you just say?'. Scott didn't seem to notice anything off about her. At least he didn't show it. He kissed her again. Hungrily, deeply. Feeding off her as he pressed his body down against hers. Molding what seemed like perfection together. The heat in them both seemed to be slowly burning past the point of control. ***** And the night went on. There were no more words spoken. Just the sound of their own pleasure, their bodies sliding against one another, and the storm that suddenly kicked up outside. Scott and Mya peaked together three times at least before they passed out from exhaustion. Mya woke first. The room still dark in the wee morning hours. Their healthy scent lingering in the air, reminding her of the fevered passion she'd shared with Scott... of all people. She couldn't exactly say she regretted it. She didn't. Whatever dull, empty feeling that passed over her was weighing her down quickly. All too familiar in her life cycle. She couldn't stay with him and she wasn't about to stay to answer any questions he might feel inclined to ask her. Making love to Scott Levy was a wrong. A big no-no. But if felt right. And that was what she wasn't prepared to explain or admit to. So, after laying there watching him sleep for several long minutes, Mya carefully slipped away from him. Moving into the bathroom to shower and get his scent off her as best she could before getting dressed and leaving the room as silently as she had left the club earlier. Scott heard the door click shut and slowly opened his eyes. He didn't notice at first that anything was amiss. That woman... Gorgeous like she was a fire goddess. Burned him in the best way possible. He was well prepared to spend the night sulking like he usually did but then that weird Smurfette pointed her friend out... Mya. He kissed her, brought her back here and had the best damn night of his life and he actually felt good. He felt exhilarated. He felt like he could do anything. He felt like a new man... She wasn't there. He felt like shit. ***** "You did WHAT?!" "You heard me." Eve just stared at her friend. Examining her serious expression and the dull look in her eyes. She started laughing. "Un-fuckin'-believable! Are you sure it was real? Have you been smoking something from Saturn's stash?" "I'm serious. And you said you'd keep your mouth shut about it too. Not a word to anyone or anything," Mya said in a low, threatening tone as she laced up the front of her bra top. She was getting ready for her match against Torrie Wilson. The little bitch that blind-sided her in the last match no thanks to Stephanie McMahon's distraction. "Don't worry. My lips are sealed," Eve said with a grin, holding her hands up defensively. "Not a word." Was the last threat before Mya slipped out of the dressing room to find the Hardyz. ***** "Say the name again," Mike Awesome asked slowly. Peering curiously at the mop man in front of him. "Mya. I don't know her last name." Mike nodded slowly, not exactly believing him. But then again he'd heard stranger things. "And you say if you saw her again you know her?" "Yeah. I'm not ever forgetting her face." "Or the rest of her," the Canadian threw in before turning to head off to find Lance Storm. "You better keep your eyes open then." Unbelievable. If the bird didn't just have himself a wet dream and what he'd just told him was true then Mya Lotus was going to get the surprise of her life when Scott saw her. Which was highly likely considering the Hardyz were fighting Tazz and Raven tonight... Even if the mop didn't see her before during the women's match. Unbelievable. |