The beginning of Hugs and Kisses (mostly a repost), a Jericho/Stephanie story with a billion other characters that follows the craziness of the WWE. For the rest, check the title, "Hugs and Kisses."
Jericho sat down in his dressing room, putting on what Stephanie referred
to as his "sparkly pajamas." He and Christian knew that Trish was
scheduled to do some sort of photo shoot, and wanted to put a little hype
on their match. Christian walked into the room as Jericho was lacing up
his boots.
"Hey man," Jericho said, "Where've you been?"
"Oh, I was talking to Edge, we're going to a hockey game this weekend,"
Christian said happily.
"Cool, I'm glad you two are friends again."
"I wanted to thank you guys, for what you did, I owe you guys a lot."
"No you don't, all we did was set up the meeting, you guys are the ones who
patched things up."
"Yeah, but we wouldn't have been able to meet if you guys hadn't stepped
in."
"Well, we figured that it was time you two made up."
"So are you ready to go harass Trish."
"Almost, I just have to call the better half."
"Ok, I'm gonna go grab a water, I'll be right back," Christian told him.
"Ok, see you soon."
Jericho grabbed his cell phone, dialing his home number. Stephanie wasn't
with him tonight, she had gotten a touch of food poisoning yesterday and
didn't feel like traveling. Jericho had told her that she could just stay
at his house, because he was coming home tomorrow.
They had practically been living together since they had started dating.
They traveled together, and on their weekends, they would usually stay at
Jericho's house in Florida. Stephanie had moved a lot of her clothes and
stuff to his house, so he guessed they lived together, except until now
Stephanie had never stayed alone in his house.
"Hello?" Stephanie's voice said.
"Hey you."
"Hey sweetie, what's up?"
"Just calling to say hi. And ask how you were. Feeling better?"
"Yeah, I've just been resting, now, why are you calling?" Stephanie asked.
"Are you taping Monday Night Football for me?" Jericho asked, not beating
around the bush.
"Yes, I told you I was, and I am," Stephanie said laughing.
"Just wanted to make sure, you know how much I love the Colts."
"I know, sweetie I know, it's always Tony Dungy is a defensive genius,
Peyton Manning has a great arm, blah blah blah," Stephanie said, laughing
again.
"Good to know you've been listening," Jericho chuckled.
"Of course I listen, you never shut up."
"I don't know what to do with you, you're always insulting me. Maybe you
don't love me," Jericho said in a kidding tone.
"Oh no, I've been found out. Whatever will I do?"
"I'll show you tomorrow, but I have to go now, Christian and I have to go
harass Trish, and just so you know, I don't mean anything I say to her ok?"
"Ok, I understand."
"Love you, bye."
"I love you too."
Jericho and Christian walked back to their locker room, after harassing
Trish. They had thought they were funny, and Jericho had played the
pompous ass to a tee. He had even come up with a witty new line.
"Chris Jericho," a female voice said. Christian and Jericho both turned
their heads towards Stacy Keibler.
"What is it Stacy?" Jericho said, blandly.
"I just wanted you to know you missed your chance."
"Missed my chance to what, contract an STD?" Jericho said sarcastically.
Christian allowed himself a laugh.
"You're so funny Chris, but you know deep down, that you wanted all of
this," Stacy said, gesturing towards her body."
"Sure Stacy, sure, I also want a hole in my head, thanks," Jericho said, as
he and Christian walked away.
"What was that all about?" Christian asked.
"Stacy's been trying to get into my pants for like two months."
"Seriously? Did you know who know about all that?"
"Yeah, of course she did."
"And what did she think?"
"Well, she had her own problems, Edge was chasing after her."
"He was?" Christian asked, shocked.
"Yeah, but we're all cool now. And Stacy finally gets the point."
"Well, congratulations, I guess."
"Thanks."
LATER
Chris reached his hotel room, and threw his stuff down on the ground. He
was allowed to be messy since Stephanie wasn't around. He put his pajamas
on, and hopped into bed, before grabbing the telephone and dialing
Stephanie.
"Hey Chris," Stephanie said.
"How'd you know it was me?"
"I figured it could only be you calling this late."
"So quite the show huh?"
"My ex-husband is a real piece of work. A huge, disgusting, perverted
piece of work."
"You're telling me. I can't believe he would actually pull something like
that."
"I knew he was low, but I didn't know he was that low," she said, disgusted
by what she had seen tonight.
"So what's this I hear about the Big Show being traded?"
"I have no idea, Bischoff will probably try to execute a trade, I don't
know for who, I like my roster."
"Yeah, that should be interesting to see.........oh, I have good news," Jericho
said.
"Really? What is it?"
"Guess who is NOT being pursued by Stacy?"
"So the bitch finally got the point?" Stephanie said laughing. Jericho
figured she had a smile on her face.
"Yes, of course she told me that I had missed my chance."
"Ugh, idiot. I'm glad you called me earlier though."
"Why is that?"
"Well, because who knows what kinds of ideas I would've gotten after seeing
you with Trish."
"Just an act baby, just an act."
"Better be buster, because I have your whole house at my disposal. And I
am not afraid to trash stuff."
"I know, trust me," Jericho said, laughing, "Don't go snooping around my
house now."
"Me? Snoop? Never."
"Sure."
"Although I must say you were quite the adorable baby," she said slyly.
"Hey! You looked at my baby pictures!"
"I couldn't resist, you're adorable."
"Well, of course I was, and I'm still adorable."
"The very sad thing is I can't argue with that.........I'm glad you made fun of
Trish's former relationship with my father. I've never gotten along with
her."
"Really? I could've sworn you two were the best of friends," Jericho said
sardonically.
"Shut up!"
"Well, I'm going to go, I'm exhausted, I love you baby, and I'll see you
tomorrow morning, I'm catching the early flight."
"Ok, I love you too, see you tomorrow.........oh, and sweetie?"
"Yeah?"
"When you get here, I think I'm going to need an injection of Vitamin C,
because I'm feeling a little weak." Jericho laughed at her.
"Oh, I'll give you some Vitamin C all right."
"Is that a promise?" she asked mischeviously.
"You better believe it."
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