A/N: I don't own anything. It's owned by Vince and the WWE.

Don't Stop

Stephanie stormed straight into the locker room without knocking; deciding that half an hour after his match Chris Jericho would be decent. Clothing-wise that was. His attitude left much to be desired.

"What the hall was that!" She yelled at his back, "What did you think you were doing?" Her outburst caused him to pause for a second, then turn to look at her.

"I did what I had to do to win that damn match. And, well, I'd love to stay and chat, but you're a bitch." Chris turned back to his bag and continued to throw his ring gear haphazardly into it.

Her jaw dropped. "How DARE you talk to me like that! I am not one of those sluts that you pick up at bars; I am Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley! You need to show me some respect!"

Chris growled, and Stephanie almost regretted the fact that she had bothered to confront him, but after the mockery of a finish that had occurred, she felt that he owed her an explanation. "Look, Princess, I'm tired, I'm hurt and I'm pissed off." He turned to face her again and put a hand over his heavily taped ribs. "You do NOT want to fuck with me."

Stephanie raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Do you think you scare me Jericho? I'm a McMahon for gods sake. I lived with my father. You know, your boss? And I can guarantee you, on your worst day he is much, much scarier than you." She gave him a haughty stare, confident in the knowledge that Jericho wouldn't dare put his hands on her.

Boy, was she wrong.

Within two seconds of the words leaving her mouth, Chris had her with her back against the wall, her body covered by his and his lips millimetres from her own. "Would you like to repeat that Princess?" He asked, in a soft slightly menacing voice.

Stephanie cleared her throat nervously, she wasn't expecting for Chris to react like that. Usually they verbally sparred for a while before one or both of them would retreat to lick their wounds. But this time, it was different somehow. "Uhh…"

Part of her brain attempted to formulate a coherent response, while the majority of it was noticing just how blue the eyes of Chris Jericho really were. He noticed her lack of vocal activity and it was his turn to smirk. "What's the matter Princess? Cat got your tongue?"

Stephanie managed to shake her head a fraction, which, considering the fact that she was currently mesmerized by the incredibly blue eyes of the man she considered Enemy No 1, was no small task. And she was rather proud of herself for being able to accomplish it. But then Chris opened his mouth again, and she found herself inexplicably drawn to watching his lips.

"No? What then?" He whispered as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Stephanie exhaled deeply and nodded slightly, her eyes still fixed on his lips. Chris raised an eyebrow and pressed his body even closer to hers, grinning slightly as she tried to back further into the wall away from him. "So, what is it then?"

She brought her hands up from where they were clutching her skirt and let them rest on his chest. "You …. You shouldn't … be.. " she breathed, gently trying to push him away. "I … I have .."

She gave up her ineffective attempt to make him move off her, and as if of their own free will her hands moved up to rest on the collar of the black and white chequered shirt that he wore open over his bandaged abdomen. Her eyes left his lips long enough to flick over his chest, and then she kept her eyes downcast, trying to avoid his mesmerizing eyes.

Chris on the other hand, wanted to see her eyes. He tipped her chin up so he could read the emotions that manifested themselves in her eyes. He was surprised to see that desire was prevalent, but he could also see fear, confusion, and an emotion that he couldn't identify swirling in the depths of her blue eyes as well. He had done this is the hopes that she would have slapped him the minute he had backed her into the wall, then run off and bitched to her husband about it. He didn't know why he liked messing with Stephanie, he just did. And there was no denying that he had a crush on her, to himself at least. He'd deny it to high heaven is anyone else called him on it, but he knew that he, Chris Jericho, had a thing for the Billion Dollar Princess. Her reaction to his obvious intrusion confused him. He had always thought that she despised him, but seeing her like this, her dark blue eyes wide, and her lips … he knew that he had to give her a choice, and hope like hell that she chose the one that made him happy.

"Princess, do you want me to stop?" Chris asked, bringing his hand up between the back her head and the wall, the other hand brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and Chris couldn't help but be fascinated as he watched it. She gave a shaky laugh, and then tentatively reached her hand up to trace the line of his jaw.

This elicited a sharp inhalation from Chris and he moved his forehead to press against Stephanie's. "You have to tell me now Princess. If this keeps going on for any longer, I won't be able to just walk away." He pulled away just enough for him to be able to study her eyes again.

Stephanie bit her lip as she looked up at Chris, her mind racing. She considered the fact that she had a husband. She loved Hunter, or at least she thought she did, but the number of sleepless nights that she would spend waiting for him to come home and stumble into bed, knowing that he would smell like sex and cheap perfume made her hurt every time she thought about it. It also made her care less about the fact that the decision that she was about to make was about her being willing to cheat on her husband, love or not.

Her internal debate took less than a minute, the entirety of which, Chris spent studying her bowed head, wondering what she was about to say. Stephanie raised her head and looked directly into his impossibly blue eyes. Smiling slightly, she tugged his head down so her lips were almost touching his ear.

"Don't stop."