A/N: Okay, finally I managed to get the 2nd chapter together for this story. I really, really appreciate the love I got for that one and I hope that chapter does not dissapoint either. Thanks to everyone who liked it, favourited it and alerted it or myself as the author. Special thanks to SmoochyAddict, read her stories, she is awesome. Also Glamagirl's and StephanieIrvine's. Love you girls. ;) So please read and review, always curious what you fine people think about it.

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"Thank you again for helping me out Steph. I really owe you one I guess.", Chris said as they stepped in the dark, quiet dance studio he rented for tonight. "It is okay Chris. And if you don't stop thanking me now, I will slap you right across your face so the make-up artists got something to do on Saturday."

Yes there was teasing, since their drive from the arena to here, they were joking, laughing, talking about stuff they usually never would. Everything seemed so relaxed between them. Stephanie's eyes followed Chris as he went through the room, his butt definitely deserved a view and she smiled to herself, hell what is she thinking? Both were changed into training-gear already, so Stephanie felt a bit out of place with nothing to do, while Chris is obviously searching for something.

"Ah, there it is!" he said as he held up an CD-player that was hidden between some chairs that stood in the corner of the studio. "So will you tell me what I need to do now?" Standing around wasn't good for Stephanie, she needed something to do, if not, she started to feel sick. "Dancing!", Chris told her with a smirk on his face and got an eye-roll as respond. "Oh really? I never thought that... Silly..." Well, dancing wasn't something Stephanie does everyday, the last time was at her wedding actually and this was four years ago already. She missed it, these romantic moments of a dance between two people who love each other, who enjoy to be together - she was a wrecked heart on the search for someone who is able to let her fly, surprising her in the most unknown moments with wonderful small gestures that let her fall everyday more for him. Someone who can take her on adventures, so exciting and unforgettable.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't saw Chris standing in front of her. "Earth to Stephanie. Hello?" He waved his hand in front of her face, seemingly amused. Her head snapped up. "Yes I am here! So what are we dancing?", she asked. Confusion on Stephanie McMahon's face, something that is not often seen. Chris came closer. „Tango Argentino. The most passionated version of the Tango itself. Long and slow movements in a heaten up atmosphere." His voice was soft, almost just a whisper while he stared in her eyes. He stands himself in front of her and reached out for her hands. She felt like a kid that needs to get shown everything. „Just let yourself fall into this and let me lead okay?" The Brunette nodded. „One foot in front of the other, just do what I do." Again a speechless nod. She was unsure about this, she wasn't someone who likes to let lead someone and she hates to embarass herself, not in front of anyone, mostly not Chris Irvine to give him something to joke about again out of revenge when she is against his opinion at roster-meetings. Failing wasn't an option, but here and now, what other choice does she got? She needs to trust him.

Before she could think further what possibly could happen, Chris swirled her around for the first time, took her back close against his chest before he knelt in front of her for only a moment just to pick her up and hovered her up to take her leg and laid it around his waist. His hand on her back pushed her slightly down so her hair almost touched the floor and blood shot in her head only in a second just to make her feel dizzy as Chris pulled her up again and he almost touched her lips with his'. They were damn close to each other, and god, it definitely don't felt wrong. The grip on her arms were tight but not hurting, just the palms of his hands were slightly sweating – if even.

Again he hovered her up, the muscles in his arms and hands got tensed up but he felt so safe, like nothing ever bad can happen to her. His eyes don't let down from hers, sparkling in the dimmed light of the room on this clear Monday night. She felt so easy, like she'd entered never known spheres so far. The music let her forget every hate she ever held when it came down to Chris. A man like him, the way he holds her tight to his body, how he never let his eyes wandering away from hers, the skillful and sensual movements that led them to a dance she will not forget that fast. Chris definitely was a decent dancer, his focused attitude and his legs went over the wooded floor like he didn't do anything else for the last few years.

His stubble lighty scratched the skin of her cheeks, while their heads lay together for the last minute. His breathing was hastily, his skin a bit sweaty. But he felt good, just good. „We finish..." he whispered against her before he took her aroundt he waist. „Let yourself fall." She nodded. „Okay." Her voice only a hush against his flushed, heated skin. The intensity was stunning like nothng else exists except them two right here, lost in the sensation of this dance.

As even the last sounds of the song were lost in the quietness of the room, Chris and Stephanie still remained in the endposition of the choreography. He smiled. „You were amazing.", he said quietly as he took her hand an pulled her up. She blushed. „No I wasn't. You're the decent dancer here." A small raspy laugh came out of Chris' lungs. „You were, I know, I know... McMahon pride... sheesh, admit it." There they were again, joking, teasing. He let go of her hand that still was almost clutched in his and went to his duffelbag to get out two energy-drinks and handed one to her. „Here, so... that was good, I am safe for Saturday, thanks to you." He winked. „Oh yes sure... and then I am the fault when you got kicked out, we know the game.", she raised her voice playfully. „I will not get kicked out, believe me. I'll win that show, I owe you this. So... do you mind a „normal" dance as a small „Thank you for helping out", when I am such a decent dancer as you said?", the Canadian asked as he wiped the sweat from his face. Stephanie shook her head. „I don't mind."

„So let me ask you: Why do they call you the bad boy of the company?", Stephanie asked curiously as their bodies swayed in the soft, easy-listening music. Maybe it was the right situation, they got comfortable with each other, they shared something together now. Chris laughed, his white teeth shine brightly. „Do they? Well, maybe cause I am still that average guy who does not think himself as someone special outside the ring. I am drinking too much sometimes, I am only human, my marriage failed cause I wasn't at home very often – not cause I screwed every chick that crossed my way at a club."

Chris hands laid around her waist, not showing any sign that they want to go away so quickly. Stephanie looked deep in his eyes, he said the truth. And she could trust her feelings, they never dissapointed her. „Now you owe me a question: Why were you always that defensive to me, I never wanted you anything bad." Got'cha, now she was in a one-way street and she don't saw an emergency-exit. „I was careful. People talked a lot about you and your hanging-out habits, I believed it, I know I was dumb but also Paul; he always was a bit... how should I say...", her head dropped slowly, „posessive when it came down to other men. But you still always were so nice to me and if you think I'm a bitch I don't judge you." Chris shook his head and she felt his callused fingers under her chin that hovered her head to look in her eyes. „I don't. I like you, I always liked you. You are smart and never take shit from someone. You are able to manage your job and the kids. And... you are beautiful." Her hands tightened on his neck, she got the feeling to burn. Since years, no one said such wonderful things to her face. Her marriage with Paul was a one-sided relationship, never such words were said. „Chris, don't..." He shook his head no. „Shhh..." Chris pulled her closer, his body pressing into hers. For a few minutes, Chris and Stephanie stared at each other, not moving, just enjoying their close contact between them. The younger one recognized them standing first, was this dance over now?

She wanted to speak up and ask what is happening here. But before the first word was spoken and Steph could raise her voice, Chris captured her lips with his own and forced her to hold back her question. His hands laid on her face, taking her into completely. Her scent, her taste was something beautiful, completely irresistable. She does not struggle against him, just responding. Slowly he opened his mouth to get better access to hers, not invading, just pushing her until a small moan escaped her lungs. But the response wasn't what he had wished for. „Get away from me, let me go...!", Stephanie yelled angrily as she pushed her hands agsinst his chest and shoved him away from her as far as possible. She was shivering, the skin on her face was flushed with red.

„Damn, what are you doing you sicko!", she cursed,"oh why I did this? I should've known you got ulterior motives about this, you are indeed that womanizer everyone is calling you. I should've known better." She ran over to get her bag, slammed the bottle with the energy drink into it. „Stephanie, wait!" She doesn't listen and opened the studio-door to slam it shut right as she went out in rage. He was a asshole, the people were right, he wanted to get her just to have a shot again after he don't got a wife anymore where he can go to get a fast number.

Chris was just standing in the empty room, he wanted to run after her, but it would make no sense, she is furious, she would not listen anyways, this was his image, he can't help it, she wouldn't believe him.

After he heard the door slamming, he started to curse. "Fuck, Irvine what did you do?", he yelled as he slammed his fist into the wooden wall behind him and leaned against it. „Man... you asshole." Chris was mad on hisself, if he could, he would slap the hell outta himself for being such an idiot, all he wanted was a friendship, but now obviously the last train to peace went off completely. And it felt like thousands of daggers got stabbed through is heart...

TBC