Title: Killing Me Softly
Author: Rachel
Email: Edgechick816@aol.com
Category: WWE
Pairing: Victoria/Jericho
Disclaimer: all characters belong to the WWE and themselves. I just
own the idea. The title of this story is from the song "Killing me
Softly" by The Fugees. Originally by Roberta Flack, Lyrics are included in the story.
Distribution: Ask first
Rating: PG13 (So far)
Summary: The sound of two voices (it's the best I could do, I kinda suck at summaries)
Feedback: Is loved and much appreciated :)
Chris paced quietly up and down the hall, occasionally looking around the corner, but then resuming his pacing. To anyone who would have passed by, he looked like a stalker; sadly he had bigger problems than that. Admitting to Jay that he wanted Lisa was...painful at best, but approaching her on the subject was going to make barbwire matches look like a holiday. He considered talking to her next week, but decided against it, that would have meant four days of Jay and Nora telling him to make a move, talking about, mentioning her name over and over again, for some reason, he just couldn't deal with it right now. However, he wasn't sure that this was going to fair any better.
He'd run a million scenarios in his head, of what to say, her reactions; every one of them ending badly. How the hell was this supposed to work anyway? Was he just supposed to walk up to he and go 'Hey Lis, I know you hate my guts and everything, but with the time I've spent hounding you about how much of an skank you are, I've unwittingly fallen for you. Wanna go for coffee?' No, that really wasn't going to cut it, which left him here, stalking outside her hotel room. The room number being a piece of information Nora had gladly parted with. She was nearly giddy as Jay told her about their conversation, her eyes lit up, as though she knew something that did not.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, removing the hairband that held it in a ponytail and letting fall to his shoulders. He checked his watch, it shouldn't be much longer now, Raw had ended at over a half an hour ago, and Nora had promised on Jay's freshly cut hair that she'd rush Lisa back to the hotel. He was about to look around the corner again when he heard footsteps, or more specifically, the sound of flip-flops clicking. His heart began to beat out of his chest, his breathing became deep and hard, panic in his every feature. Determining that discretion is the better part of valor, not that it really applied in case, ran in the opposite direction, hiding around a corner.
He peaked around to see it was most definitely her. She was fishing out her key card; he winced at the grimace of pain on her face as bent over. She wore a pale pink tank top, jeans shorts and the tell tale flip- flops. The raven and red hair that normally ran to her waist was up in a clip at the back of her head. It was almost marveling to see all her hair tied back, like a mystery waiting to be untangled, a dam waiting to be released, a gift waiting to be opened. The feel of it still not fully explored. He brought his head back to the wall, slamming it against it. If he kept having thoughts like that, he was going to have to talk her. Swallowing a lump in his throat that he was sure was his pride, he emerged from his hiding place. "Hey Lisa."
She swung her gaze around to the gentle voice, the softness of his eyes, the blond hair dancing on his shoulders, all of them moving towards her. Suddenly with new resolution, she searched for the keycard. She pulled it out successfully from the side pocket of her bag. She went to slide it, but before she could, his hand caught her wrist. The touch tingled on her skin, she quickly pulled away.
"What do you want?" she spat, doing her best to glare at him, but it was becoming increasingly harder to do as the shock waves ran through her body at his nearness.
"To talk." he replied. She just about sighed at the puppy dog look in his eyes, though she was determined to hold strong.
"If it's about this afternoon, then there nothing to talk about, it was a fluke." she told him evenly. It didn't even sound like her own voice. Yes, *maybe* it was a fluke, a nice fluke, one she'd been trying to deny since it happened, but even so, the shivering sensation it left behind was absolutely something to talk about.
His eyes flashed annoyance, he knew she was bullshitting, she always was, the only time he ever saw the truth in her was right after he kissed her, he didn't know what it meant, but he was sure it was there. And frankly, it was starting to piss him off. "You can't tell me you didn't enjoy a taste of Vitamin C." he said with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes in disgust, the softness in him disappeared, being replaced by the cocky, self-centered, asshole she always knew he was. Shaking her head, damning herself for believing, even for a moment that he was anything other than that. "You're such a pig." she said revoltingly, going to slide her keycard again. And same as before, he stopped her.
"You didn't seem to think that early." She bit back the urge to slap him, recalling where she ended up the last time. She pulled her hand back from his, truning around, meeting his mocking glare with a steely one of her own.
"I'm getting really sick of your head games. I'm tried, just tell me what you want." Without another word or care for the consequences, he kissed her, hard and fast. She resisted at first, trying to pull away but he held fast, slowing his pace, flicking his tongue across her lips, begging for entrance, his hand caressing the small of her back. Reluctantly, she began to melt into the warmth of his lips. He grasped up behind her head and removed the clip from her hair. A river of red and raven cascaded onto her back, he ran his fingers through it, nearly groaning when it was softer than he imagined. He nipped and sucked at her bottom lip, chuckling softly when a moan escaped from her.
She kissed him back with a fever, wanting him more, closer; she sneaked a hand under his shirt, lightly scratching his back. He groan, pulling his lips from hers, and making a trail of hot, wet kisses down her neck. She held him to her as he kissed the skin exposed by her shirt, his hands going under and moving gently up and down her side, remembering not to be too hard as she still had injuries from last night. She moaned as his hands moved higher and his lips came back to hers.
He reached back for her hand, grabbing the keycard from her and sliding it in the door. He wants this, he wants her and right now, she wanted him too. He grabbed the doorknob and turned it, opening the door to the room and stepping into it, never breaking the liplock, and kicking the door shut.
He just hoped this wouldn't come back to bite him too badly in the morning.
A/N: Next the aftermath, and reviews really do make me write faster.
Author: Rachel
Email: Edgechick816@aol.com
Category: WWE
Pairing: Victoria/Jericho
Disclaimer: all characters belong to the WWE and themselves. I just
own the idea. The title of this story is from the song "Killing me
Softly" by The Fugees. Originally by Roberta Flack, Lyrics are included in the story.
Distribution: Ask first
Rating: PG13 (So far)
Summary: The sound of two voices (it's the best I could do, I kinda suck at summaries)
Feedback: Is loved and much appreciated :)
Chris paced quietly up and down the hall, occasionally looking around the corner, but then resuming his pacing. To anyone who would have passed by, he looked like a stalker; sadly he had bigger problems than that. Admitting to Jay that he wanted Lisa was...painful at best, but approaching her on the subject was going to make barbwire matches look like a holiday. He considered talking to her next week, but decided against it, that would have meant four days of Jay and Nora telling him to make a move, talking about, mentioning her name over and over again, for some reason, he just couldn't deal with it right now. However, he wasn't sure that this was going to fair any better.
He'd run a million scenarios in his head, of what to say, her reactions; every one of them ending badly. How the hell was this supposed to work anyway? Was he just supposed to walk up to he and go 'Hey Lis, I know you hate my guts and everything, but with the time I've spent hounding you about how much of an skank you are, I've unwittingly fallen for you. Wanna go for coffee?' No, that really wasn't going to cut it, which left him here, stalking outside her hotel room. The room number being a piece of information Nora had gladly parted with. She was nearly giddy as Jay told her about their conversation, her eyes lit up, as though she knew something that did not.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, removing the hairband that held it in a ponytail and letting fall to his shoulders. He checked his watch, it shouldn't be much longer now, Raw had ended at over a half an hour ago, and Nora had promised on Jay's freshly cut hair that she'd rush Lisa back to the hotel. He was about to look around the corner again when he heard footsteps, or more specifically, the sound of flip-flops clicking. His heart began to beat out of his chest, his breathing became deep and hard, panic in his every feature. Determining that discretion is the better part of valor, not that it really applied in case, ran in the opposite direction, hiding around a corner.
He peaked around to see it was most definitely her. She was fishing out her key card; he winced at the grimace of pain on her face as bent over. She wore a pale pink tank top, jeans shorts and the tell tale flip- flops. The raven and red hair that normally ran to her waist was up in a clip at the back of her head. It was almost marveling to see all her hair tied back, like a mystery waiting to be untangled, a dam waiting to be released, a gift waiting to be opened. The feel of it still not fully explored. He brought his head back to the wall, slamming it against it. If he kept having thoughts like that, he was going to have to talk her. Swallowing a lump in his throat that he was sure was his pride, he emerged from his hiding place. "Hey Lisa."
She swung her gaze around to the gentle voice, the softness of his eyes, the blond hair dancing on his shoulders, all of them moving towards her. Suddenly with new resolution, she searched for the keycard. She pulled it out successfully from the side pocket of her bag. She went to slide it, but before she could, his hand caught her wrist. The touch tingled on her skin, she quickly pulled away.
"What do you want?" she spat, doing her best to glare at him, but it was becoming increasingly harder to do as the shock waves ran through her body at his nearness.
"To talk." he replied. She just about sighed at the puppy dog look in his eyes, though she was determined to hold strong.
"If it's about this afternoon, then there nothing to talk about, it was a fluke." she told him evenly. It didn't even sound like her own voice. Yes, *maybe* it was a fluke, a nice fluke, one she'd been trying to deny since it happened, but even so, the shivering sensation it left behind was absolutely something to talk about.
His eyes flashed annoyance, he knew she was bullshitting, she always was, the only time he ever saw the truth in her was right after he kissed her, he didn't know what it meant, but he was sure it was there. And frankly, it was starting to piss him off. "You can't tell me you didn't enjoy a taste of Vitamin C." he said with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes in disgust, the softness in him disappeared, being replaced by the cocky, self-centered, asshole she always knew he was. Shaking her head, damning herself for believing, even for a moment that he was anything other than that. "You're such a pig." she said revoltingly, going to slide her keycard again. And same as before, he stopped her.
"You didn't seem to think that early." She bit back the urge to slap him, recalling where she ended up the last time. She pulled her hand back from his, truning around, meeting his mocking glare with a steely one of her own.
"I'm getting really sick of your head games. I'm tried, just tell me what you want." Without another word or care for the consequences, he kissed her, hard and fast. She resisted at first, trying to pull away but he held fast, slowing his pace, flicking his tongue across her lips, begging for entrance, his hand caressing the small of her back. Reluctantly, she began to melt into the warmth of his lips. He grasped up behind her head and removed the clip from her hair. A river of red and raven cascaded onto her back, he ran his fingers through it, nearly groaning when it was softer than he imagined. He nipped and sucked at her bottom lip, chuckling softly when a moan escaped from her.
She kissed him back with a fever, wanting him more, closer; she sneaked a hand under his shirt, lightly scratching his back. He groan, pulling his lips from hers, and making a trail of hot, wet kisses down her neck. She held him to her as he kissed the skin exposed by her shirt, his hands going under and moving gently up and down her side, remembering not to be too hard as she still had injuries from last night. She moaned as his hands moved higher and his lips came back to hers.
He reached back for her hand, grabbing the keycard from her and sliding it in the door. He wants this, he wants her and right now, she wanted him too. He grabbed the doorknob and turned it, opening the door to the room and stepping into it, never breaking the liplock, and kicking the door shut.
He just hoped this wouldn't come back to bite him too badly in the morning.
A/N: Next the aftermath, and reviews really do make me write faster.