Chapter Twenty Seven Disclaimer: I do not own anyone who is currently under employment to the World Wrestling Entertainment, Inc. company, has been, or ever will be. This includes Chris Jericho. I do not own him, never have and never will (though it would be nice too /insert emo tear here/), along with any other wrestler, past or present, who is or has been a WWE employee. Thank you for not suing.

Main Characters Used: Chris Jericho, Krystle Irvine (Original Character), Chris Benoit, Kelly Irvine (Original Character), Jessica Lee Lockhart, and John Cena.

Warning:This chapter does contain strong sexual situations. If this offends you, please save yourself the trouble and don't read!

Flashback - December 1996

"Hey Krys," a voice called. Krys turned to see Juventud Guerrera heading her way. "I wanna talk to you for a second."

"Sure, hold on a sec." She unfolded a chair, then propped it next to another set of chairs, making it the last one in that particular aisle. She slapped her hands together, getting rid of the dust on her fingers, then smiled up at Juvi. "What's up, Juice?"

He grabbed her elbow and dragged her off to a quiet corner. "I've heard some stuff about you, Krys, and I don't think I like it so much," he snarled in a harsh whisper.

She yanked her arm out of his grasp, and looked up at him. "What kind of stuff have you heard about me, exactly?" she asked coldly, staring up at him almost curiously.

He took his time before answering her. When he finally decided to, he said, "I heard that there was something going on between you and Jericho, Krys. Some of the riggers have been saying that you and Jericho have been knockin' boots all over the ECW arena!" he hissed.

To his surprise, she merely lifted an eyebrow. "Is that what people are saying?" she asked quietly.

"Uh…yeah."

"Uh-huh. You can tell those people to shove it." She turned her back on him and started to go, when he grabbed her arm again. "Anibal, let me go."

"You're seeing him, aren't you, Krys?"

"Last time I checked, Juvi, it was none of your business," she snapped, yanking her arm back. "You and I aren't an item anymore, remember? You broke things off, so why should you care if I see him?"

He covered his mouth in disbelief. "God, Krys, you're sleeping with him, aren't you?"

"What the hell business is it of yours?"

Juventud placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look up at him. "Krys, I care because I still care about you. You're still my buddy, right? No matter who you see, you'll always be in my life. I just want you to be careful, because I heard that he's got a reputation for loving and leaving. Just…just be careful, okay?"

"Juvi, I'm fine. Really."

At that exact moment, Chris' arms came about her waist, and Krys turned in time to see Chris duck his head to kiss her lips. "Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked, looking up at him with a shy smile.

"Ah, WCW's having a show down at the Spectrum, so I figured I'd come and see you." He dipped his head down for another kiss, then looked up to see Juvi still standing there. "Hey there, Juvi, what's shakin'?"

"Nothing much," Juvi replied back coolly. "Krys, keep what I said in mind." He then walked off to the men's locker room.

Chris turned to look at her curiously. "What was that all about?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her as they started to walk off.

"Oh, nothing," she answered back, letting him steer her towards the door to the parking lot. "He's just trying to look out for me, you know, because we used to date and whatever." He continued to steer her out the door and to his car. "Where in the world are you taking me?"

"Now why would I tell you that?" he asked teasingly, opening the car door for her. "You wanna get in, so we can get going?"

"Hm…maybe not," she said teasingly. When he gave her a mock impatient look, she held up her hands and climbed in the car. "So, where we going?"

"You'll know when we get there," he said, turning the car on, and pulling off. They had driven for about fifteen minutes, Chris entertaining her with tales of his experience so far in WCW, when he stopped the car at an apartment complex, killed the engine, and said simply, "We're here."

Krys stepped out of the car, Chris closing the door after her, and looked around curiously. "Where are we?"

"My teeny, tiny little apartment complex. I figured since you were so kind to show me your house a few weeks ago, that I'd reciprocate by showing you my cozy little space." She followed him into one of the complex's doors, down the stairs, and off to a little side corner to his apartment. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, allowing her to enter. "Welcome to my place, Krys. It's not much, but it's home for a little while."

"It's cute, Chris," she commented, placing her backpack down on the sofa and sitting down. "I like it."

"Want anything to eat while you're here?" Chris asked, walking over to the little island counter and began pulling out random things that were edible. "I got ramen noodles."

Laughing, Krys told him sure. "I like mine with lots of flavor and water." While he set the noodles in a small pot to boil, Krys noticed a PlayStation in an entertainment center, placed conveniently next to the only TV in the small room. "Hey, video games, cool!"

Chris scoffed. "You're such a kid," he joked mildly, coming over to watch her excitedly turn the system on. "I was always more of an N-64 fan myself."

"Blasphemy!" she cried, shoving him away playfully.

"Just for that," Chris said, pulling her away from the system, and onto the sofa, "you don't get to play the game now."

"Oh really?" Krys' eyes sparkled with challenge, and Chris couldn't help but be turned on. "Is that a challenge?"

"You know it is."

For a moment she was silent, then she ran over to the system to turn it on. Chris grabbed her around the waist halfway there and hauled her up onto his shoulders, carting her back towards the sofa. "You should know better than to go against a wrestler, baby," he scolded teasingly, dropping her onto the sofa. "You'll always lose."

He leaned in and kissed her softly, prompting her to open her mouth to him. "Chris…" she sighed contentedly between kisses and gentle love bites, "what about the noodles…?"

Chris chuckled as he pulled her shirt off. Leave it to her to think about food at a time like this. "You talk too much, woman." He spied a nearby bandana on a small end table next to the couch, and reached for it, gagging the young woman. "I like that better."

Krys looked at him heatedly as he reached for the zipper of her jeans. She mumbled something that couldn't be heard, and Chris chuckled again as she motioned to her sneakers. "How could I forget…" He untied her sneakers and pulled them off, tossing them off to a far off side of the room, and did the same with her jeans. "Do you want me, Krys?" he asked, removing his own jeans and shirt. When she nodded quickly, he said, "How much?", pinning her arms above her head.

She spat out the bandana and said, "Enough to let you take me right here and now." With little effort, Chris tugged on her flimsy panties, breaking the waistband, and tossed them aside as well.

"Then you might have to wait," he said teasingly. He then lowered his head down to her stomach, kissing his way down, and, with his wintry blue eyes fixed on her fiery mocha ones, kissed the junction of thigh and hip. She then inhaled sharply as he gently parted her folds to taste her. He ran his tongue along the length of her femininity, finally settling on her clit, stabbing the tip of his tongue against it, and circling it until she was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him, hands grabbing at his hair desperately.

"Oh, God," she whimpered, tugging frantically, begging for release. "I can't take it! Please, Chris, PLEASE!"

Without a beat, Chris had thrown caution to the wind and entered her swiftly. "Chris, wait," came Krys' breathless reply. When he looked down at her cluelessly, she said quickly, "I…I want to be on top, Chris. Please?"

"Are you sure, Krys?" he asked. When she nodded, he said, "Whatever you want, beautiful." As he rolled over onto his back, Krys slowly climbed on top of him, and with a deep breath, she impaled herself on his member.

With a deep moan and a shudder, she stayed still on Chris for a moment, straddling his hips. Chris cupped the cheeks of her ass, encouraging her to start moving. As she began riding him, Krys moaned loudly, not caring who it was that heard them. She tilted her head back, slowly bouncing on him.

As Krys rode him, Chris' hands began exploring her body, and he rose up and fondled her breasts, teasing and suckling on them erotically in a way that left Krys hotter than Hell. Krys bit his shoulder hard, just short of drawing blood, earning her a feral growl from Chris' throat, and before she knew what was happening she was on her back, and Chris was slamming himself into her with enough force to send them both tumbling over the side of the sofa.

Within minutes, their passion grew to overwhelming heights, and Chris leaned in over her, thrusting hard. Wrapping her arms around his neck, nails digging into his back, Krys cried out his name, begging for release from torture. Trying not to lose any more of the control he'd already lost, Chris ran a hand down between them, and began to stroke her furiously, reveling in her screams of ecstasy. "Come on, gorgeous," he growled, pounding even harder and faster, trying as hard as he could to get as deep inside her as possible, "come for Chris."

Krys lifted her hips eagerly, meeting each and every one of his powerful lunges. With a sudden roll of his hips, Krys came apart with a wail that could wake the dead as she arched off the sofa. She moaned wearily as Chris yelled as well, signaling that he was coming, spilling thick jets of his seed deep inside her. She was dimly aware of him kissing her sweaty face tenderly, whispering words of love as he slowly withdrew. It was then that he realized his mistake.

"Um…Krys…?"

"Mmm…yeah?" Krys lay next to him, too exhausted and bone-weary to move a muscle.

"Um…I wasn't wearing protection just now."

She shot up quickly, forgetting that she was exhausted, and stared at him in shock. "Oh, no…" she said quietly. "Chris, this is the time when I'm most fertile… God, what if I get pregnant?" She put her head in her hands.

"I'll help you, Krys." He put his arm around her. "Baby, it's okay. I'm making great money wrestling in WCW, and you're working as a rigger down at the ECW arena, so we're covered if anything happens. Don't worry about it, gorgeous, we'll be okay."

"Since we're on the subject of worrying about things, my prom is coming up, and I don't have a date…" Krys bit her lip, falling back on the sofa, and looking up at him. "Will you be my date?"

"Are you laying here with me or not?" She nodded. "Well, hell yeah, I'll be your date." He smiled down at her, then leaned back down to meet her waiting lips. "Ready for another round?"

"Only if you grace Little Jerky with his special raincoat for the upcoming rainstorm."

Laughing, Chris reached into the drawer under the end table, and pulled out a Trojan. "Is this good enough?" When she smiled shyly up at him, he retorted, "Don't give me that innocent look. You know you're the most devilish woman in this city." He stood up, then pulled her into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom. "Let me take the time to show you the bedroom, it's really lovely."

The door closed, and, less than a minute later, Chris came running back out. He turned the pot of noodles off, covered them, then went running back into his bedroom and closed the door.