A/N: OMG, I was so tipsy when I wrote this! I was at a party and I was drinking that Incredible Hulk... So I went inside the house, grabbed a paper and a pen, and started scribbling. Here's what I came up with...

The Incredible Hulk

"Tell me again why I agreed to come to this party," Stephanie McMahon said with a heavy sigh. "This isn't exactly my cup of tea."

"Oh come on, we're having fun!" Trish Stratus said with a grin. She looked around the dimly-lit room and her eyes lit up when she spotted someone. "Oh look, there's Chris Masters... His body really is a masterpiece... I'll be back."

Stephanie watched Trish make her way over to The Masterpiece. By the way that Trish was walking, by the intent look in her eyes, Stephanie knew that Trish really wouldn't be back.

"I so need another drink," Stephanie said aloud.

"I second that," came a familiar voice from behind her.

Stephanie's eyes narrowed as she turned around to face the person who had spoken. "And what exactly do you mean by that, Jericho?"

"That you really need to loosen up," Chris Jericho said. "Look around you. Everyone's having a great time, but you're just standing here looking completely miserable."

She knew that he was right, and for some reason that just pissed her off. He was always right. "Ok, whatever," she said. "I'm gonna go get another drink."

"Allow me," he said graciously. He latched himself on to her arm and half-dragged her over to the bar.

"What would you like, Mr. Jericho?" the bartender asked.

"We would like two Incredible Hulks," Jericho said smoothly. The bartender made the drinks, then passed them over to him. Chris passed one over to Stephanie.

"Now how do you know that I wanted one of these?" Stephanie asked indignantly, accepting the drink and looking disdainfully at it. "I've never even had one of these before."

"Then consider tonight a night for firsts," Jericho replied with a smirk. "Take a sip and feel it burn in your throat."

She looked down into the icy green liquid, then back at him. "It burns?"

"All the good drinks burn," he said off-handedly. "Try it."

"I don't know if I should..." Her voice trailed off as she peered down into the cup once more.

"Princess, don't tell me you're afraid of the Incredible Hulk," he said, sipping his. "This isn't that assclown Hulk Hogan we're talking about here. This is just a really tasty drink."

"I'm not scared," she snapped. "Just cautious."

"Throw caution to the wind... Come here," he said, grabbing her hand and leading her to a dark, secluded corner of the room. He finished the rest of his drink, then threw the empty cup carelessly over his shoulder, not caring where it landed.

"What are you doing?" she asked nervously as he stepped close to her. Her heart started beating faster than it ever had before just because of his close proximity.

"Try the drink... I'm sure you'll like it," he said. "Want a little taste first?"

"I don't know, Chris," she said seriously. "I don't know."

"Come here, you scary woman," he said with a smile, then put an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. Looking down into her eyes, he smiled and pressed his lips to hers.

She just didn't have it in her to hold back anymore, didn't have it in her to fight him. She kissed him back whole-heartedly, enjoying the taste of the drink he had just consumed. It was intoxicating, to say the very least.

"I can't believe I just did that," he said when he pulled back, breathing hard.

"I can't believe I kissed you back," she replied, sounding awed. "I must be drunk."

"How'd you like the drink, by the way?" he asked, looking pointedly at the cup that she was still holding in her hand. It still had her entire drink in it.

"I liked the taste you gave me," she said with a smile. She hesitated, then took a tiny sip of the drink, shivering as it burned when she swallowed it. She took another sip, then another, then just gulped down what was left. When she was done, she dropped the cup and looked at him. "That's good stuff."

"I know," he said. He looked around the room, then back at her. "What do you say we ditch this party and go have some real fun?"

"What's your idea of fun? Go back to your hotel room and do a little role-playing?" she teased.

"Works for me if that's what you like," he replied seriously.

She grinned impishly, then grabbed his hand. "Come on." She led him quickly over to the exit and they left without being seen.

"Excited?" he asked her as they hurried down the hall and took the emergency stairs down to his floor.

"I feel so naughty," she said happily. "Like, I know I'm not supposed to be with you but I'm so drunk that it no longer even matters."

"Yeah, I mean, who gives a damn about the rules?" he agreed. "They don't apply to you when you're drunk."

"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" she asked anxiously.

"Almost," he said. "Almost. Almost."

They hurried out on his floor and he searched for his card key as they made their way to his room. As he slid the card key, she grabbed his butt and leaned around to nip gently on his neck.

"Who knew you'd be so tasty?" she asked with a giggle.

"I have even tastier parts," he informed her, pushing the door open. "Wanna find out?"

"You know it..."

They rushed into the room and he kicked the door shut. It locked automatically and she was in his arms in a second. He picked her up and pressed her against the wall, kissing her like he just couldn't get enough of her. She kissed him back with the same energy, the same passion that he kissed her with, tangling her fingers in his blonde hair and moaning in his mouth as he moved against her in a most suggestive manner.

"Damn you, Jericho, this is torture," she managed to say as he rubbed himself against her. "Get rid of those clothes and take me to the bed!"

"Demanding, are we? What about the role-playing that you wanted to do?" he teased, still rubbing himself against her in a way that only imitated the things he wanted to do to her. He knew that he was making her crazy but he reasoned that he was making himself crazy as well so it didn't matter.

"Fuck role-playing," she said. "You know what I want."

He smirked at her. "Oh, I definitely know what you want, and Y2J is definitely the man to give it to you."

"Then shut up already and let's get to it!" she said, frustrated.

He laughed at her, and once he started laughing it was almost impossible to stop. His laughter died on his lips, though, when she pulled him over to the bed, pushed him down, and straddled him. He looked up at her as she stared down at him. Now he knew she was serious...

He flipped them over and the clothes were gone in an instant, faster than the speed of light, it seemed. He leaned over her, staring down at her, thinking she looked as beautiful as ever. She looked up into his intense blue eyes and felt like she could spend the rest of her life staring into those eyes.

"I love you," she blurted out. The words were out of her mouth before she knew she was saying them, and she gasped in surprise.

"Relax, Princess... I love you, too," he assured her, and then he drove into her and started giving her what she wanted...

The next morning, Stephanie woke up in Jericho's arms. She listened to his heart beating in his chest, listened to the sweet rhythm. She sighed, enjoying his warmth and knowing that she would have to get up sometime soon. She sat up, trying not to wake him, but waking him nonetheless.

"Hey there, beautiful," Jericho said, looking up at her with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Hey," she said.

"Where you going?"

"I have to get back to my life," she stated. As an afterthought, she added, "And, despite what either of us said last night, it doesn't change anything between us."

"We were drunk," he said, a smile on his face. "So we said we loved each other, but we were in the heat of the moment. It was just sex."

"Right. Just sex." She hurriedly put her clothes on and got ready to leave.

"What, no thank you kiss?" he teased. "I did give you what you wanted... Multiple times..."

"True." She gave him a quick kiss, then left the room, closing the door softly. Once outside, she leaned against the door and closed her eyes. "I love you, Chris," she whispered. She knew she meant it. She hadn't been drunk at all the night before, but it had been the only way to somehow justify what had happened. She walked away down the hall.

Back in the room, Jericho closed his eyes and remembered the way her lips had felt on his, the way her body had felt when they had been so intimately connected. He hadn't been the least bit drunk the night before, and to him it hadn't been just sex. But that was obviously all it was to her... All it could be. "I love you, Stephanie," he whispered, and he knew he meant it. "But I'll never tell you..."

Weird? I dunno. What I do know is I won't be drinking anymore anytime soon. Hangovers are the worst! My mom was just like, "I told you so..." LOL! Oh yeah, and The Incredible Hulk is a REAL drink in case you're all wondering. It's made of 2 ounces of Hynotiq and 2 ounces of cognac and it turns green...