He kept his mouth on hers as they climaxed to the finish. She moaned into his mouth, trying her hardest to bite back the sound, but it was too hard, he was just too good. She pulled away and laid her head back down on the ground, the floor unyielding and scratchy against her bare back. He got off of her and laid down on his stomach right next to her, his head laying on her arm as she bent it and ran her hands through his hair. His arm came around her waist and curled underneath her body. He turned his head to look at her.

Her head was turned towards him and she was still trying to catch her breath. She had the slightest sheen of exertion on her face, but it wasn't disgusting or even unkempt. She just looked like she had gone on a light jog or something. Her eyes were closed, not shut, but just fluttering closed, like they wanted to be open, but she wanted them to stay closed. Her hair was falling over her face just the smallest bit. He reached up and brushed it out of her face and a smile graced the corners of her lips.

"This floor sucks," Chris said after a moment.

Stephanie laughed, but didn't open her eyes. "Well, I don't think when they had it installed they thought anyone would be having sex on it."

"They should account for those kinds of things," he said and she could tell that he had a smile on his face. How she knew that, she didn't really know, but she could hear it in the way that he was speaking. She felt the weight of his head on her upper arm and his still rather short breaths on her shoulder.

"Well, next time they're replaced I'll be sure to mention that to someone."

"That's all I ask."

She finally opened her eyes and there were those eyes. "So…uh…we're two for two."

"Yeah, and still, this whole set-up can still end with your father coming to find you," he said.

She giggled and shook her head. "Nah, I locked the door. He'd have to knock. Which would end up with us hastily putting our clothes back on, but still, at least we'd have a moment and then you could hide under my desk."

"Wow, I'm surprised you had the bearings to lock the door, you're impressive, Steph," he said, remembering that she had told him to call her Steph. He didn't know what to say about this situation though. He wished that he had charming words, but he didn't have anything charming or witty to say.

"So um…you signed a contract today?"

"Yeah, I'm officially part of the company."

"Well then you should know I do this with all the new employees," she told him. "Kind of an initiation."

He laughed loud at that, a deep belly laugh that made his eyes light up. She couldn't help but laugh back at it, her grin just as wide. Her nose scrunched up in the cutest way as they lay on the floor of her office laughing. She loved the way his eyes seemed to smile when he laughed. They became so bright and lively and he looked so natural. She had watched some tapes of him that her father had insisted she watch and he was always so intense in them so to see him acting sweet and funny was something of a surprise.

"Wow, so I've been initiated then?" he asked. "This is the hazing ritual?"

"Oh yeah," she told him. "This is weird."

"This is weird," he responded. "I'm glad one of us just came out and said it."

"I just became aware that we're naked," she said, covering her face. "I'm at work, I'm in my office, and I'm naked. I never thought this would happen."

"Then your life is boring," he said. "So…inevitably we're going to have to decide what the hell this is between us."

"Yeah," she said. "I guess. I don't know, impulse I guess."

"Yeah, impulse," he said. "I mean…"

"I have no desire to date you," she told him.

"Oh, good," he said. "I was afraid that…"

"No, I just…it's nothing against you personally, I just…I don't know, I've never really pictured myself dating an employee here. I just wanted to try and avoid dating someone who worked for the same company. There's such a conflict of interests, what with my father being the boss of the company. I just never know who I can trust, you know. Everyone's kind of gunning for you."

"Yeah, I can see that," he told her. "You want to feel like you're just like everyone else, but you know that you're different."

"That's exactly it," she nodded a little as she thought about it. "It's like if a guy comes up to me here, what's it for? Is it because he likes me or is it because he wants to get further in the company? It's hard to reconcile yourself when you think that people are only with you because of what you can do for them. You know, when I was in college, look at me, acting like that was such a long time ago, but sometimes I wouldn't even tell a guy my last name, like they'd automatically know who I was just from my name. I would just say that my dad owned his own business, nothing fancy, just owned his own business."

"You shouldn't hide that."

"I don't know, people see money, and it sucks, but that's what they see. I'm extremely thankful that I've never wanted for anything growing up, but money can be a burden too."

"I can imagine," he said.

"If you…"

"You need not say anymore," he said, reaching forward to caress her cheek a little. "Don't be down about it, it's cool. We're going to be working together anyways and what if we went out and had a horrible, horrible date? We'd be stuck with that memory and what if your father wanted us to work together; it would be terribly awkward and everything and I'd rather not have that."

"Me neither," she agreed. "I suppose we just kind of get carried away with each other or something. Weird…sexual tension."

"That's a good way of putting it. I guess we just…have this weird attraction to each other, but you know, out of our systems and everything. Is it out of your system?"

"Yeah, I think it's out, let me check," she said, closing her eyes briefly, "Yeah, yeah, it's definitely passed. So…um, friends?"

"Sure, we're going to be working together, I'd hate to think that we wouldn't talk."

"No, we'll talk I'm sure," she said, leaning forward and kissing him gently. "We better get off the floor though, it's really starting to hurt my back."

"Back problems, at your age?"

"Old accident, I also have a trick knee."

"You're falling apart," he said, reaching up behind his head to grab his boxers. He got up and put them on and then extended his hand to Stephanie, who took his hand and let him pull her up. She looked around for her panties, which she found hanging off the side of her wastebasket. She plucked them off of the edge and slid them back on. When she turned around, Chris handed her, her bra. He was still impressed with her lack of modesty. She thanked him with a smile and put it back on as they gathered up their clothes.

"So, I guess I'll see you around then, Chris."

"Yeah," he said, giving her a hug. "'Til we meet again, Steph."

4 months later

"Are you sure you want me here?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"It's your big night, don't you want to be out with the guys or something?" Jessica asked as Chris tugged her along backstage.

"Nah, I want to be with my girlfriend," he told her, leaning down to kiss her briefly. "Besides, we can celebrate by ourselves later."

"You are such a horn-dog," she told him.

"I am not," he gasped. "I am a perfectly normal, red-blooded male, that's all. I wanted you to be here. It's a big night for me. I've been working for this for so long. This is my ultimate dream and I want to be able to share that with people that I care about."

"Your dad isn't back here."

"My dad is going to watch the show from out there. I don't need him distracting me before my match. He gets a bit…crazy when it comes to me wrestling. I wish my mom could've come, but that's okay, she's definitely going to watch me on television."

"That's cool. She'll be so proud of you."

"I'm hoping so," he said. Things were going to go so well for him tonight, he could feel it. He was going to meet with Vince McMahon right now to discuss his debut tonight and he already knew that he was going to interrupt The Rock of all people. It really didn't get bigger than that, and he was excited that they were going to start him out so high on the totem pole. When he had met with Vince at his house those many months ago, he had never expected that he would get this kind of treatment.

He wanted to share it with his family, and he was able to share that with his dad and stepmother though his mother couldn't possibly be here in Chicago tonight. He had brought along Jessica, his girlfriend of the last three and a half months. After the last incident with Stephanie he had decided to use the number he had in his wallet and had called Jessica up. After flying to Minnesota en route to Winnipeg, they had started to get closer and closer. He liked being with her and they were very much alike. Finding a girl who was as much into heavy metal as Chris was a true blessing indeed.

"So I'm going to go meet with Vince, are you going to be okay here?"

"Yeah, definitely, I'll be fine, I guess, maybe I'll just go find my seat or something."

"Cool, that sounds like a plan," he said, giving her another kiss.

"Good luck out there tonight, I know that you're going to be so great and I can't wait to see your debut, I bet everyone is going to love you."

"I hope so," he said, crossing his fingers and giving her another kiss. Her kisses were sweet and caring. He smiled as he watched her walk away, making sure she went in the right direction. They had just been hanging around for the better part of the afternoon but now that the show was starting to buzz more it was time for him to get down to business, but it was hard for him to stop thinking about Jessica.

She was exactly his type. He liked blonde girls, and they had so many of the same interests. They had so much fun together, and their bedroom activities were never lacking. He genuinely liked being with her and he could feel himself falling for her more and more as the days passed. The last few months with her by his side had been nothing short of great. She was just so sweet and funny, and she was so kind and considerate. She understood this business and she never wanted to interfere and trample on his dream. That meant a lot to him.

Chris knocked on Vince's door and his booming voice invited him in. He lit up when he saw his newest acquisition. "Chris, my boy, welcome, welcome."

"Hey, Vince, just wanted to come meet with you like you said."

"Yes, I wanted you to become better acquainted with the show tonight and how we run things around here. It's a much tighter ship than WCW I've heard, and I just don't want the transition to be difficult for you."

"Yeah, I completely understand."

"Good," Vince said. "You remember my daughter, Stephanie, right, I believe that you two met when we had the meeting at my house. You enjoyed her brownies."

That wasn't all he enjoyed, he thought to himself as he just then noticed that Stephanie had been sitting there the entire time. He smiled at her and noticed that her hair had gotten longer again. She was wearing a nice little sweater-set and a black skirt. It was very modest, but he had been watching the shows and her character was supposed to be very modest and sweet. Stephanie was not modest in the slightest though and he smirked at that.

"Yeah, I did…enjoy her brownies," he said.

Stephanie ducked her head and laughed a little before eyeing Chris again, "It's nice to see you again, Chris."

"Hey, Steph," he said, swallowing his words a little bit.

"Good, you two are familiar with each other," Vince said, not knowing how deep he was hitting with his words. "Stephanie's going to give you the run-down on how it works around here."

"Yeah, I'm going to give you the run-down," Stephanie said coyly.

"Great," Chris said.

"Come on then," she said, standing up and waving to her father, "We'll see you, Dad."

"Bye, and have a great debut, Chris."

"Thanks," he said as he followed Stephanie out of the office. "So hey you."

"Hey," she said as she glanced over at him. "You're looking good tonight, is that what you're wearing?"

"No, I have some other clothes, flashier, you know, because Chris Jericho is flashy."

"Oh, yeah, that's great, did you find your locker room okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I did."

"Good, good, well, you'll be sharing for now. When you get to be a main-eventer you'll get your own locker room, but as it stands right now, you have to share, but you were probably used to that in WCW. Anyways, catering is for everyone. Everyone gets one VIP pass for whoever you want to bring. You can always ask for more but we do only have a certain number so you have to ask early about that. You might've already known about that, but whatever, um, we're prompt here, so you should come in around one usually, I know, seems early, but we do a lot of stuff."

"Okay."

"We usually have meetings around three to go over everything with the show. Scripts are given out and what not. You're great on the mic so we're probably not going to write for you so much as ask that you show us what you're going to say or just give us a run-down. We'll give you points to hit on in any given promo, work it in however you want, just make sure you work it in. You really do know all this stuff."

"Yeah, I do," he said.

"Oh, let me give you the schedule for tonight," she said. "That way you know exactly when you're supposed to appear. I'd meet with Dwayne to coordinate when your cue is going to be, I mean, it's at a specific time, but you might want to discuss where he's going to be at that moment in his own promo."

"Okay, sounds good."

She looked through her papers. "Damn it, the schedule is in my office, follow me, I'll come get it for you."

"So you get your own dressing room?"

"I dressed this way to work. It's just easier if I dress the way my character does. It doesn't break kayfabe when I'm walking to and from the arena. Besides, what's the point, right? Might as well make my father think that I dress like this normally."

"When we both know you don't."

"What are you implying?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said innocently. "I'm not saying anything."

"Sure," she said, eyeing him a little bit. "So how've you been?"

"I've been good, I'm really excited for tonight. I think the time away from the ring really did me good. I'm really ready to go out there and kick some ass. I feel like this is the best I've felt in years."

"Great, we want that kind of attitude," she said as he pushed the door open for her to her office. She walked over to the desk and started rooting through the papers sitting on top. He couldn't help but notice that her sweater was open and flashing him some cleavage right now. He tried to look away, but remembered that he had actually seen her naked so this was really staring at nothing he hadn't seen more of before. "Stop staring at my breasts, Chris."

He blushed, "How did you know?"

"I can feel your eyes boring into them," she said, looking up and giving him a mischievous smile.

"I'm innocent, I tell you!" he said as she finally found the paper she was looking for. She went over and handed it to him. "Thanks."

"Not a problem," she said as she went to stand next to him to look it over. "So yeah, just be ready and you should feel pretty set. Are there any other questions that you need to ask? I just don't think you'd have that many because you've done this before. I mean, yeah, from what I've heard, WCW is a bit of a mess, but it can't be too different, right?"

"Right, except around here I'm actually getting a push."

"That's so sad," she said, pretending to be sympathetic. "My dad is moving me up in the world, he wants more of my input into the stories."

"That's pretty cool, you'll be running the joint in no time flat," he complimented. She rolled her eyes and turned to look at him.

The room got very still for that moment. They had just been laughing and joking around and now suddenly it was all very quiet. Stephanie swallowed audibly, or at least she thought it was audible because it sure sounded loud in her ears. She bit her lip ever so slightly, a move he had noticed before, but hadn't yet made a permanent mark on his brain. He licked his lips, darting his tongue out of his mouth. She took that as a sign to lean forward and press her lips against his.

Before either of them knew it, she was in his arms, his hands up underneath her shirt and gripping her tightly. Her legs somehow came up and wrapped around his waist. He moved his hands down to cup her ass and she moaned against his mouth. Their lips had yet to part ways and they both kept tilting their heads to keep kissing the other. They somehow stumbled towards the couch that Stephanie had in there and they fell back onto it, Stephanie on her back looking up at Chris. Still, they hadn't broken their kiss but he was already lifting her shirt up.

He broke away to unbutton that stupid sweater and lift her shirt off. She didn't protest the contact as he pulled away the garment and threw it to the side. He was amazed against as he saw her bra, which was red with the words "Look but don't touch" written all over them. He was convinced that she had these things planned so she was wearing the cutest and funniest underwear possible. He leaned down and kissed her cleavage, completely forgetting about everything in the world.

"You're so damn intoxicating," Chris told her.

"Mmm," she said as he nipped at her neck. "Third time's a charm."

He smiled against her skin, licking at her a little bit, "I guess."

"Girlfriend now?"

Shit.

Chris pulled away and Stephanie looked up at him curiously. "Chris, what is it?"

"I do, shit, I do have a girlfriend," he said.

"Oh," she responded, quickly pushing him off her as she sat up and grabbed her shirt and sweater. "Wow, okay, this is very wrong then, very, very wrong. If I had known I wouldn't have kissed you. I apologize."

"It's okay, I got carried away too," he said. "It's both our faults if anything."

"Yeah, okay," she said, pulling her shirt back on. "Wow, thank God we ask that question or this could've been very, very awkward when we were through. Is she here tonight to see your big debut?"

"Yeah, she's already finding her seat," he said and it was weird that they could so casually discuss this when he was still in such close vicinity to her and while she was pulling her shirt back on.

"Cool, she'll enjoy that, so uh…that all you needed?"

"Yeah," he said, trying not to think about what he had almost done to Jessica. "Thanks, Steph, so this…whole sexual tension thing, definitely gone now."

"Definitely, definitely gone now."