A/N: Thanks for the reviews and I know that Chris and Steph need to open their eyes, hopefully they'll do that soon. If you want, leave a review, enjoy. :)

"Hi, there should be a key for me here."

"Name please," the man at the concierge requested.

"Stephanie McMahon," she said. "The room should be under Chris Jericho though, but he probably left my name."

The concierge typed something into his computer and Stephanie tapped her fingers mindlessly against the marble top of the counter. She looked around, half-expecting to see someone she knew, but there was nobody in the lobby that she knew at the moment. She turned back to the concierge as he continued to type something into his computer. He smiled when he located something and then turned his eyes back up to her.

"Okay, you're in room 926, which is on the ninth floor," he left for a moment and came back with her key. "Here you go, enjoy your stay Ms. McMahon."

"Thanks," she said, picking up the key and pulling her luggage towards the elevators. She got inside the elevator when it dinged and watched the hotel as she rose up through the glass elevator. She could see a family walking down the hallway on their floor, the kids tugging at their parents' shirts, excited over something. She got off on her floor and followed the numbers to her door, sticking the keycard in and opening it up. She saw walked inside and saw Chris sitting out on the small balcony that was in their room. "Hey!"

Chris turned and saw her and his face lit up. He had been feeling particularly lonely waiting for her to show up to their room. "There you are, what took you so long?"

Stephanie groaned. "Don't remind me of what I've been through. The plane was delayed and then when I was actually on the plane, since it was delayed we had to sit on the tarmac for a very long time and I was seated next to a woman with a fussy baby. I've had it up to here with people in general," she finished, raising her hand to her forehead.

"Come here," he said, pulling her hand away from her face and scooping her up into his arms, "do you know how much I was craving your body."

"What do you want to do to me?" she asked licking her lips a little, feeling his body pressing up against hers.

"Everything," he told her huskily before leaning to the side and nipping at her earlobe.

"Well, you're going to have to wait because I stink. I've been on the plane for hours and I feel all grungy."

"I could use a shower," he said, nuzzling against her neck.

"No," she told him, sticking her tongue out. "You can wait until tonight."

"I can?" he asked. "Since when can I wait? I had sex with you after knowing you for less than a day, what makes you think that I'd be able to wait now that I can have you any time that I want you."

"Anytime, that's a little presumptuous don't you think?" she wondered, raising an eyebrow at him. "Seems like you're under the assumption that I would just up and spread my legs for you whenever you want me to."

"When can we have that arrangement?" he smirked.

"You are not funny," she told him, shaking his head. "You can wait until later. You're a patient guy, besides, we've got a full week ahead of us, we don't even get a break this week because we're flying to Europe on Wednesday."

"Who are you sitting next to on the plane?" he asked.

"Probably my brother, we'll probably be at the front making sure that everyone behaves accordingly, I'll have to keep my eye out on you."

"Sit next to me."

"Oh yes, that'll be fun, and what will we talk of, huh, Chris? The room we share expenses to? That reminds me, I don't think we'll be able to share a room while we're over there."

"Why not?"

"Because the higher-ups and my parents keep a closer eye on things when we're overseas. They want to make sure that everyone is in a specific place, you know. Here in the States and in Canada everyone is just in charge of getting their own room, but we're a little more coordinated in Europe."

"Yawn, thanks for the lecture," he told her, pretending to yawn for her and she shoved him away a little, but it didn't break the hold between the two of them. "So I'll just have to sneak in your room then?"

"I'm not sure yet," Stephanie said. "Besides, the only reason that you'd want me next to you on the plane is so I can give you a handjob or something disgusting like that. Six hours of sitting next to each other with nothing to talk about? No thank you, I don't even know anything about what you like so I have no idea what I'd even talk to you about."

"Well ditto," he said, "I was just suggesting it."

"Uh huh, you wanted the handjob."

"Okay, sue me," he said.

"Besides, you have friends now, Benoit, Malenko, Eddie, they're you're friends and you'd much rather spend the trip with them, I know it," she shrugged. "I'd much rather spend it going over work or reading."

"Reading?"

"I read!"

"Okay, I didn't say anything."

"I'm going to go take a shower," she told him, "I just want to relax and not worry about anything tonight. Everything can be worried about tomorrow when we have Raw."

"Well I had a house show today, so I want to relax too," he said, starting to unbutton her blouse. She looked down at him, but didn't say anything. He glanced up at her with that damning look on his face that she found so sexy. He slipped her shirt off and kissed the space where her neck met her shoulder. He went for her skirt next, unzipping it slowly and pushing it down to the floor.

"What are you doing?" she asked redundantly.

"Helping you get undressed for your shower," he told her. "I'm trying to be nice!"

"I see that."

"You're wearing the candy-cane underwear," he smiled. She rolled her eyes at his fascination with her underwear. He had names for all of them and he always commented on what she was wearing that particular day. "Do you want to grab dinner after your shower? I'm starving and what kind of roommate would I be if I didn't invite you to come along?"

"No room service?"

"I don't want to just get room service. I want to go out," he said in a whiny tone. "I'll go by myself if you're too tired to go, but it's almost seven and I'm really starting to get hungry so if you're not going to come, let me know now so I can go and you can bathe alone…I know, I know, you'll miss me in there with you, but you'll deal."

"I want to come, I'm hungry too, airline peanuts are not really filling," she said. "Let me just take a shower and we'll go. What do you feel like eating? I mean, I don't even know what kind of food you like."

"What do you like? I've never asked."

"I'm up for anything, I'm not in the mood for any one thing. Do you want to play it safe and just go Italian? You like Italian, right? Or pizza, we can go get pizza."

"Italian is fine, I think I saw one driving up," he said, "so go take your shower."

He slapped her on the ass as she flipped him off and went into the bedroom. He went back out onto the balcony and sat down, propping his feet up on the railing. He heard the shower turn on his room and he thought briefly about going to join her despite the fact he had already taken a shower earlier. It was just the thought of being with her again that got him wanting to strip down and climb inside with her. When it came to her, the lust was high and he didn't regret a moment of their arrangement.

It was strange that she was just so willing to accept a sex-only relationship. He had had a couple of one-night stands, but he had always gotten the impression that the girl wanted more than one-night. Stephanie didn't seem to care either way if he came or went as long as she could get the good stuff. She gave the good stuff too, and he was happy that she hadn't decided to date Paul because he couldn't imagine not getting to touch her soft, supple body.

He was so zoned out he didn't notice her come up behind him until she was next to him. He looked over at her and asked, "You ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," she told him. She gave him a hand to help him up and he took it, letting her help to pull him up. He deigned her cheek with a kiss and she went to grab his purse while he grabbed her wallet. "So we are going Italian?"

"Sure, yeah."

"I'll pay," she said and he opened his mouth to protest and she shook her head. "It's your night for the room so I should pay for dinner at least."

"I can't ask you to do that."

"Who cares?" she shrugged. "I'll pay if I want to."

"You are a strange one, McMahon," he said as they walked out of their room. They looked both ways and saw it was clear so they started walking towards the elevator. "How would a guy even begin to figure you out? Maybe that's why you don't have a boyfriend."

"Hey, I'll have you know that I turned down Paul, so it's not like I don't have the opportunities," she pointed out as she pushed the button for the elevator. "He's just not my type. He's all…bulky, I'd fear that I'd get crushed by him."

Chris snickered, "Okay, that was a good one…hey, wait, what are you saying about my physique?"

"That it's awfully nice," she winked, "ever had sex in a glass elevator?"

"I'm crazy, Steph, but I have a problem with that, there are children in the hotel."

"You're right, just asking." They got onto the elevator and she gave him a suggestive look and he started laughing because it was just so hilariously ridiculous he couldn't help but start to laugh in earnest. It was contagious as she started laughing too until they were almost doubled over in a fit of giggles. The doors opened to the lobby and they tried to gain their bearings as Chris saw Dean Malenko coming over.

"Hey, Dean," Chris said as the man approached, "what's up?"

"Nothing, just hanging out," he said, then nodded to his boss, "Ms. McMahon."

"Stephanie," she corrected.

"Oh, uh, yeah, sorry," he said. "So Chris, you got plans for tonight? A few of us, you know who, were going to go out for a while and relax, you know, shoot the breeze."

He didn't even glance over at Stephanie, but she was feeling a little out of place. "Chris, I'll see you around, thanks for the entertaining elevator ride."

"Oh yeah, sure," he said, wondering where she was going. He turned back to Dean and replied, "Usually I'd love to, but I'm pretty beat from my match so I was going to go grab a quick bite and then come back to my hotel room and watch a movie or something."

"You're going soft, Irvine."

"Nah, sometimes I need a break, but we'll catch up later, see ya, man," Chris said, slapping the other man on the chest before walking away. This had happened a few times and he knew that Stephanie would be waiting right outside the doors. He walked through the doors a moment later and there she was, leaning back against the wall. She saw him and caught up with him as they continued to walk.

"Didn't feel like going out with the guys?" Stephanie wondered.

"Nah, I made plans with you," he said casually. "Besides, I'm starving and going out drinking on an empty stomach, that's just asking for me to come back to the room stumbling down drunk and looking for sex."

"So besides the drunk part what's the difference from every other night you come stumbling into the room?" she teased.

"Oh, that's very funny," Chris said. "I've seen you stumble into the room looking for sex too, so I don't think that you should be talking."

"I probably shouldn't, but I know you like my mouth."

"It is a pretty mouth," he told her, leaning in close to her ear to say that. She smiled coyly, trying to appear innocent, but she never did a very good job at that. Even when they had first met there was nothing innocent about the way she had engaged him, and if he had thought her innocent at all that first meeting, she had completely erased that perception the second she was tearing his clothes off. One thing that had changed since then was their sex was a little less frantic-paced. They took it a lot slower now that they had the time to engage in each other.

"Yeah, and this pretty mouth is starving."

He opened the door for her, a natural habit of his when he was around a female. His mother had drilled that into him when he was younger and now it was so ingrained in his psyche he didn't think much of it. Stephanie got inside and he jogged around to the other side and slid into the car, turning it on and turning the heater on. They sat there for a few minutes to let the car heat up since it was bitterly cold outside.

"Paul's been hinting that he wants to ask me out again," Stephanie told him, trying to make conversation. "I really think he's getting into character too much."

"Well, maybe he can't help it," Chris responded.

"But what can I do about it?"

"You can end the storyline."

"My dad would never go for that, he says that people seem to love it so we're going to ride it out for as long as we can."

"So insert someone into the entire thing," Chris said. "Like Kurt for example, haven't you had a couple of scenes with him? If you have him as the go-between, Paul will be focused on putting on great matches he won't even pay attention to you."

"You know, that's a great idea, you're a genius!" she exclaimed.

"See, and you thought sleeping with me would have no benefits."

"I never said it didn't have its benefits," she told him, running her hand up his leg. "It has plenty of benefits."

"Oh, like what?"

"Well, like I didn't have to pay for my hotel room," she told him, pulling her hand away. "Definite benefit there."

"Well, you're paying when we move towns."

"Yes, yes, I am. That was part of the deal, wasn't it?" He nodded and pulled into a parking lot of a small, but cute Italian restaurant. It looked like the type of place that would try to be all real-life Italian, but it would essentially mean fake grapes hanging all over the place and posters of Italy on the walls. Those places usually had awesome food though. They went inside and it was exactly like she pictured it and she giggled to herself a little, which earned her an odd look from Chris as they were shown to their seats.

"Oh man, since you're paying, I'm stocking up," Chris said excitedly. She shook her head and looked at her menu. There were so many delicious items that she didn't know what to chose. It took her until the waitress came over to decide on the eggplant parmigiana. Chris ordered his menu and she looked around the place and saw there were couples pretty much all around them.

"We're like the only people in here who aren't on a date," she said in sotto voice.

Chris looked around, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Kind of makes me feel pathetic."

"You're only mildly pathetic, I mean, you had a steady girlfriend pretty recently, so you were at least in a relationship. Until you dumped her because you wanted to have tons of sex with me, which, well, that benefits me a lot."

"It wasn't just about the sex," he told her glibly and she tilted her head to look at him critically, scrunching her mouth to one side and folding her arms in front of her as she leaned back in her chair. "Okay, it was about the sex with you, but I just couldn't see a future with her so why should I have stayed with her if I didn't see it going anywhere, waste of my time."

"You're an asshole," she told him with a laugh.

"No, I'm not," he argued.

"Okay, maybe not too much of an asshole, but still, you just got out of a relationship, whereas I've been single for such a long time. I'm way more pathetic than you. I haven't had a relationship, a steady relationship since my junior year of college, that's how pathetic I am."

"It's not like you're fifty or something," Chris pointed out. "You're young, and you went out with Paul so it proves you're putting yourself out there. It'd just be hard for you, or for me, or anyone who travels with us to find a relationship where you're away most of the year."

"So I'm just screwed then?"

"Absolutely," he said. "This is what you get when you make rules for yourself."

"Don't mock me," she pouted. "You would too if you were in my position. My brother is lucky, he's known his wife since they were in grade school so she's always been around. If only I had someone I knew as a kid that I grew up with and married and then I wouldn't have Paul chasing after me like a lovesick puppy."

"Maybe I would, I don't know, maybe I'd use my leverage to sleep with all the ladies," he said, gazing past Stephanie.

"Eww, not while I'm eating," Stephanie said as she buttered another piece of bread. "I do not need to picture you trying to engage Trish and Tori in a threesome. That would freak me out."

"First of all, I don't even know Trish…"

"I told you about her the other night."

"Wait, the blonde, the one who was a model or something?"

"That's the one."

"I don't even know what she looks like."

"What's your type?"

"Female," he deadpanned. "What kind of question is that?"

"It's just a question. I mean, Jessica was blonde and Trish is blonde and I thought that maybe you were attracted to blondes and you might want to see what's what with her," Stephanie said.

"I don't know, I guess my type is just someone I feel comfortable around and like, and have stuff in common with, you know the usual stuff," he told her. "And second of all to all of that, I'm not some man-slut."

She giggled at the term, causing a couple people to look there way. "Sorry, I didn't think that you were."

"Good," he said as their salads came. Chris held his plate out and Stephanie started pushing the kidney beans across her plate and onto his.

"God, I hate kidney beans," she shuddered. "Do you want some of my dressing since I got it on the side?"

"Yeah, thanks," he said as she poured her dressing on the salad and gave the rest to him. She knew he liked a lot of dressing on his salads and since she always got the dressing on the side, she just gave the rest to Chris on most occasions. "This is really good, I wonder if they make it here."

"Probably, tastes homemade, you made a good choice in places, I'm impressed, if I were your date, I'd so put out."

"You'll probably put out anyways."

"That's true," she laughed. They went back to their meal. "I still don't know how you can eat kidney beans, they're disgusting."

"I don't have to explain anything to you," he said good-naturedly.

That's what made things so good, there was never much explaining. They were just two people who wanted to have sex with each other and they were fine with that. They had no desire to learn anything more about each other. Chris didn't want to go to dinner at her parent's house, and she didn't want to meet his parents. They just had fun together and it was nothing more than good sex and no talking.

Nothing more…