She'd been walking down the hall, stretching her arms out wide and then up into the air trying to loosen them before her match in twenty minutes. As she passed through the doors leading away from the lockers and the green room and to the backstage exit of the building, a hand grabbed her elbow and she was spun round sharply. Her body crashed into another warm one and Allison looked up to find her ex standing there.

From the half-sided smirk and every dilated eyes, she summed up that he'd been smoking again. "What do you want Brian?" she asked as she eased his hand away from her.

It returned only a second later and his eyes narrowed. "Why are you hanging around with Korklan?" Allison was a little taken back by that. How much had he smoked this time round? Matt Korklan (Evan Bourne) was her friend, he was like a brother to her. Well- okay so she had agreed to go out on a date with him tomorrow night, but it was just as friends.

"You're high," she accused, changing the subject.

He smirked, slipping his hand down to slap her arse. "So?"
"So? Is that all you can say?" she demanded looking at him as she retched from the foul smell coming from him. And yet, Matt K., Helmsy, Reso and co. wondered why she'd given up on him?

The reason and evidence was standing right in front of her. He smoked pot. When they'd been a couple he'd smoked twice a day and either he was violent when not high or a complete moron.

Sure, she'd loved him but she'd only been able to take so much from him and every time he said he'd quit, he'd say, "This is the last time". But, it was always the last time even four months on and it was still, "the last time" whenever the company asked him to when he got a fine. But he kept doing it.

"Oh, come on honey, baby cakes, pooh bear," he started, roughly grabbing to him as his smirk returned. "You know its always ten times better when we get down, rough and dirty in a quickie." She bit her lip to stifle the low mewl as he nipped at her ear playfully and growled.

He knew just the right buttons to push, but this time however was different. She pushed him away and headed for the car park, trying so hard not to turn and check to see if he was following her. This would not have happened if she had not left her pink arm warmers that she used to cover her wrist tape so people wouldn't seen the scars on the back of her forearm.

As she opened the door of her car, she felt him right behind her and shuddered as his hand slid up her bare thigh and over her short black denim pants before he hooked his finger into the loop holding her belt.

"You know I'm quitting, I promised I would if it meant getting you back." It wasn't a question. It was just a statement and she scoffed.

"Yeah right, so this must be your relapse." He growled and turned her around, pushing her back against the car. His hand took hold of her face tightly as he glared down at her.
"Its because of you," he mumbled.

"What?" she questioned, shocked. Did he just blame their break-up two months ago as the reason for him smoking again? Yep. "You're full-"

He cut her off by kissing her passionately. She couldn't deny that he was better and more attentive when high, but also rougher and she needed to be able to wrestle tonight without looking stiff. If she worked stiff against Mickie then they'd both look bad and she couldn't do that, not when Vince had promised her a title shot and big storyline if she worked well in this match.

"Brian, go aw-" He kissed her again, this time she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. How could she stop him when all she wanted was to feel his hands on her bare skin again. She moaned into his mouth as his hands tugged her vest open. Her hand opened the back door of her car.

Eager she may have been, but she knew how quick people could catch them in the act. Then she'd never hear the end of it.

His hands pushed her back into the car until he was on top of her and his ringmaster red jacket was on the floor beside them and he was nipping at her neck. She moaned softly, her hands running along his arms, up over his shoulders and down his chest, trying so hard to get lost in him however that wasn't happening this time round. Her mind was racing about what she was doing and so she didn't hear Brian say he loved her before his mouth sealed hers in a kiss.

Her fingers dropped to his wrestling trunks. He still had yet to get changed back into his street clothes but it just made her work easier. Soon enough the door was yanked shut and their clothes were on the floor of the car. Her heart pounded in her chest as he stopped to look at her for a second, his fingers pushing her hair back from her forehead before whispering down her cheek. The windows were fogged over and at any over time, Allison would have thought this to be so sappy and romantic it'd make her sick but when Brian told her this was the last time, she looked into his eyes.

The pain in them was clear. No matter how high he was or what, their break-up had hurt him and these small make-ups hurt him even more cause he knew that once it was over, she wouldn't speak to him again.

As he moved against her, much gentler than normal, Allison fisted a handful of his hair between her fingers and buried her head into his neck. Sex with Brian was good, no matter how much she tried to deny it and this time was no different. If anything, this was one of the best moments she'd ever spent with him. As he threaded his fingers with hers, Allsion groaned softly as she reached her high, her fingers and whole body tensed up as he growled his release into her neck.

As they lay there for a moment, Allison panted, trying not to speak. However, he did. "I'm sorry." She did not say anything. "For everything. I promise this is the last time."

And, that's when she did talk. Pushing him off her and grabbing her gear, she quickly dressed and ran her hands through her hair. "Its always the last time with you." He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off before he could talk. "I'm tried of it always being the last time and not having it come true. You only ever come to me when you are high." She left him sitting in the car as she looked at the time and saw she only had ten minutes until her match.

Four months later, it was the Backlash pay-per-view and here she was, standing backstage with the WWE Women's title over her shoulder as she left the women's locker room. A hand covered her bare shoulder and she turned around. There he was. His now long hair tied back into a small ponytail and a nervous look on his clean shaven face- the new look of a face Brian Kendrick for what people were saying was a new, changed and improved man.

She hadn't gone on that date with Evan, at least not alone. She'd taken Melina and Maryse with her. He'd brought Hennigan and Mizanin with him, so things hadn't been so awkward.

"Hi," he whispered.

She flicked her hair back from her face as she said goodbye to Maryse and Melina as they left. "Hey," she replied. Brian sighed heavily and looked at the ground. "Well, bye."

He grabbed her arm as she made to leave and tugged her towards him. "Four months ago, a girl told me something that I finally paid attention to."

"Oh yeah?" she asked. "And what was that?"

He smiled and she saw his eyes twinkle as he cupped her cheek in one hand and leaned down to kiss her softly, his smile growing wider when she didn't pull away from him.

"Its always the last time." Allison looked him dead in the eyes before she grinned as he said that he loved her.