Chris woke up, noticing the sound of the rain was gone. The storm was over. "Thank god." he mumbled. He saw she had disappeared somewhere, and for some reason he just had a feeling that something was wrong. Getting up, he stretched, looking over to the now nearly gone fire. He must have been asleep for awhile. It was dark outside. He grabbed the flashlight he put near him, and went off to look for her.
She was in the bedroom, in the dark. She didn't even look up when the light brightened the room. Yeah, now he knew something was wrong.
"Steph?" he asked, softly.
"What do you want?" she asked, a gruffness to her voice. Chris blinked, a little confused.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing." she spat. He frowned.
"Listen, maybe we should tal--"
"We have nothing to talk about." she quickly interrupted him.
"Um..did I say something in my sleep or something?" he scratched his head.
"No."
"Well, anyway..yeah, we do have something to talk about." he paused. "You know, you saved me, I kissed you..that little situation."
"There's nothing to talk about." she repeated.
"Considering that you kissed me back--"
"Listen, you have this wrong. I only kissed you because I was surprised, that's all. I have my head now. I'm sorry if you thought anything differently." she replied bluntly. Chris blinked, a little hurt.
"Just surprised, huh?" he asked, sounding a little disappointed. Actually, that was an understatement, he might have been heart broken.
"Yes." she said, but Chris noticed a slight waver in her voice. He paused, realizing what she was doing quite suddenly. "Now go away." He didn't go away, but advanced closer.
"I don't believe you." he informed her, looking at her steadily with the light of his flashlight. She didn't look at him, maybe she couldn't? "Look at me and tell me it meant nothing, Stephanie. I'll believe you then." She raised her eye level to meet his, but then quickly lowered it again. "That's what I thought."
"Just go away." she repeated. He realized that tears were streaming down her face. He lifted her chin lightly, letting his hand wipe away the tears. She let out a loud sigh. "It's pointless, Chris." she whispered. "It's so pointless."
He outstretched his hand and she took it, letting him pull her up with his good arm. He made her look him in the eyes. "Nothing is pointless." he informed her. "This had to be some sort of weird twist of fate." Chris tried not to laugh about the pun he had just accidently made.
"This isn't reality, Chris." she cried out. "When we get out of here, this'll never go through. Both of our reps would be ruined."
"Then why don't we live for the now?" he asked. "If this could only happen here..let's enjoy it while it lasts."
"But.."
"Fuck reality, Steph..you have nothing to lose, and neither do I!" he exclaimed.
"I don't know.." she sighed.
"What are you so afraid of?" he asked her softly.
"I'm afraid..of leaving here and never feeling like how I feel right now." she admitted. "I'm scared because I know these feelings were always there, and now that they're unearthed..Chris, what if they don't go away?"
"We'll figure something out." he smiled. "But for now, Steph, let's enjoy this solitarity. Who could see us?"
"Nibblers." She pointed to the squirrel who was sitting on other bed, watching them curiously. Chris laughed.
"Yeah well, I don't think he'll talk." Chris smirked.
"You never know." she shrugged, then paused. "As for pretending reality doesn't exist..I don't think I can do it.." His eyes fell at her words, but she continued. "..but I'm willing to give it a try, for you.."
He suddenly found her lips against his, and the kiss that came out of it was needy, like it was very much overdue. It WAS overdue, and god, it felt so good to him. Chris almost didn't want it to end.
****
She could barely believe it. It was still a little shocking waking up feeling him cradle her in his arms, a silent sleep embrace that had stayed the same through the night. The feeling of just sleeping next to Chris gave her more happiness then she ever had with Hunter. She didn't even care about him anymore, no one knew it, but he was planning on divorcing her anyway. Stephanie didn't give a shit, he could have left months ago.
The night before would be worth anything that was in the future of her life.
She reached her free arm up to brush a lock his hair out of his face. This really was beyond reality. She wondered if she had some thing for tall blonde Canadians. Looking at her track record, the only person that wasn't fitting that catagory was Kurt. She didn't know how that little adventure in dating got so out of control.
He was sweet though, sweeter then Hunter. Hell, Chris was probably sweeter then Hunter when he was being a little prick. She didn't know why she stayed with that man for so long..but it didn't matter then. She was Stephanie McMahon, and she was in the arms of Chris Jericho. Strange? Yes. Did she care? Hell no.
She noticed him waking. His eyelids raised and he sleepily looked toward her. She gave him a small smile, and he grinned back, still half asleep. "Good morning." she whispered.
"Mm..morning all ready?' he questioned softly. "I don't want to get up." He pulled her closer, into a hug almost. She snuggled into his chest, sighing contently. It was still surprising she could find all the affection she ever wanted with him. God, if this only didn't have to end..
She stopped thinking about that, giggling a little. "Chris, I have to go to the bathroom."
"Hold it in." he replied, yawning. He looked down at her and noted her glare. "All right, all right..girls!" he rolled to the side of the bed, letting his legs free themselves from the blanket. She made haste to the bathroom.
She ended up being in there for an hour. All right, so she did a little more then went to the bathroom. She also took a shower, which of course took time. When she came out, she was dressed in entirely new clothing, and her hair was just..wet. Though the power was back, the hair dryer was being a bitch.
"The wet rat look is good on ya." he joked as she walked to him. He was sitting eating a hardy breakfast of toast and..burnt something. It was so black she didn't know what it was.
"Looks as good as your meal." she chuckled.
"I'll have you know this is good." he waved the black thing. He blinked as half of it broke off and landed on the ground. Nibblers sniffed at it, and Stephanie couldn't contain her giggles when the little squirrel high tailed it away from it.
"When the little rat doesn't eat it.." she trailed off.
"Man, when did he go on your side?" Chris pouted.
"Let me make you sometime." he raised a brow at her.
"What's this? Steph, I never took you for Susie Homemaker." he chuckled.
"I can make scrambled eggs, obviously." she beamed. "And they won't be BLACK."
"Black is a good color." he shrugged. She opened the refridgerator, pulling out the eggs.
"Let's see.." she pondered outloud. "Hashbrowns..ham..cheese.." She grabbed all the items, which were all thankfully there.
"You're putting all that junk in it?" he questioned. She smirked.
"Do no question genius." she winked at him, beginning to make it. Chris watched her in interest.
20 minutes later, Chris was looking down at a perfectly made meal, and she smiled at him.
"I bet Nib--" he stopped short when the squirrel hopped onto the table and took a little bit of Chris's food, gobbling it down. "Get out of here, squirrel!" he shooed it away and it did so. He grumbled something under his breath.
"Just try it." she laughed. He sighed and nodded, picking up some of it with a fork, easily sticking it in his mouth. He chewed, looking thoughtful.
"Could use some more pepper." he grinned. She gave him a look. "Kidding. It's great. Where'd you learn to cook?"
"My Nana." she nodded. "She was the best cook ever."
"Nana?" he questioned, stuffing a bit more into his mouth.
"Yeah, she was this nice old black servant our family had. Loyal from the minute she started working for us. She took care of me, so I called her that." she smiled. "She told me when I was around 15 that I didn't need to ever cook when I asked her to teach me, but when she saw I wanted to she did. After awhile my dad thought she was dividing my attention, so she..was fired." she paused, eating a little of her own food. "My parents were good, but they were always just a little too busy. Anyway, Shane is always going to be the favorite child."
"What makes you say that?"
"Come on, Chris. He's the first born, and he's a guy to boot. If this Invasion thing calms down, you know Dad will hand over the company to him. There's no room for me." she shook her head.
"Well I can't say I know the feeling. I was an only child." Chris grinned, stuffing his face again.
"I all ready figured that out." she smiled.
"An what's THAT suppose to mean?"
"You're a spoiled brat, and don't even think about saying otherwise." she giggled. He pouted.
"Am not." he replied, making Stephanie laugh even more.
"Your dad was a hockey player, right?" she asked. Chris grinned.
"I'm surprised you know that." he commented. She shrugged. "Yeah, he was. I ended up just like him, I suppose. Only instead of brutality on ice, it's brutality in a square circle."
"I bet he's proud of you." she chuckled.
"He tells me I'm too outspoken." he laughed.
"That's an understatement." she rolled her eyes.
"So I have a loud mouth. There's nothing wrong with that." he had finished the entire bowl he was given.
"Well, I suppose you wouldn't be you without it." she smiled. He nodded vigorously.
"Must be doing something right, you DO find me hot." he grinned proudly.
"Don't be so full of yourself." she laughed. He beamed.
"Well, you didn't disagree.." he pointed out. She blushed.
"I was getting to that." she mumbled.
"Uh-huh." he teased. She finally let a little smile out.
"And like you don't think I'm hot." she shot back. He quickly shut up.
Bingo.
She was in the bedroom, in the dark. She didn't even look up when the light brightened the room. Yeah, now he knew something was wrong.
"Steph?" he asked, softly.
"What do you want?" she asked, a gruffness to her voice. Chris blinked, a little confused.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing." she spat. He frowned.
"Listen, maybe we should tal--"
"We have nothing to talk about." she quickly interrupted him.
"Um..did I say something in my sleep or something?" he scratched his head.
"No."
"Well, anyway..yeah, we do have something to talk about." he paused. "You know, you saved me, I kissed you..that little situation."
"There's nothing to talk about." she repeated.
"Considering that you kissed me back--"
"Listen, you have this wrong. I only kissed you because I was surprised, that's all. I have my head now. I'm sorry if you thought anything differently." she replied bluntly. Chris blinked, a little hurt.
"Just surprised, huh?" he asked, sounding a little disappointed. Actually, that was an understatement, he might have been heart broken.
"Yes." she said, but Chris noticed a slight waver in her voice. He paused, realizing what she was doing quite suddenly. "Now go away." He didn't go away, but advanced closer.
"I don't believe you." he informed her, looking at her steadily with the light of his flashlight. She didn't look at him, maybe she couldn't? "Look at me and tell me it meant nothing, Stephanie. I'll believe you then." She raised her eye level to meet his, but then quickly lowered it again. "That's what I thought."
"Just go away." she repeated. He realized that tears were streaming down her face. He lifted her chin lightly, letting his hand wipe away the tears. She let out a loud sigh. "It's pointless, Chris." she whispered. "It's so pointless."
He outstretched his hand and she took it, letting him pull her up with his good arm. He made her look him in the eyes. "Nothing is pointless." he informed her. "This had to be some sort of weird twist of fate." Chris tried not to laugh about the pun he had just accidently made.
"This isn't reality, Chris." she cried out. "When we get out of here, this'll never go through. Both of our reps would be ruined."
"Then why don't we live for the now?" he asked. "If this could only happen here..let's enjoy it while it lasts."
"But.."
"Fuck reality, Steph..you have nothing to lose, and neither do I!" he exclaimed.
"I don't know.." she sighed.
"What are you so afraid of?" he asked her softly.
"I'm afraid..of leaving here and never feeling like how I feel right now." she admitted. "I'm scared because I know these feelings were always there, and now that they're unearthed..Chris, what if they don't go away?"
"We'll figure something out." he smiled. "But for now, Steph, let's enjoy this solitarity. Who could see us?"
"Nibblers." She pointed to the squirrel who was sitting on other bed, watching them curiously. Chris laughed.
"Yeah well, I don't think he'll talk." Chris smirked.
"You never know." she shrugged, then paused. "As for pretending reality doesn't exist..I don't think I can do it.." His eyes fell at her words, but she continued. "..but I'm willing to give it a try, for you.."
He suddenly found her lips against his, and the kiss that came out of it was needy, like it was very much overdue. It WAS overdue, and god, it felt so good to him. Chris almost didn't want it to end.
****
She could barely believe it. It was still a little shocking waking up feeling him cradle her in his arms, a silent sleep embrace that had stayed the same through the night. The feeling of just sleeping next to Chris gave her more happiness then she ever had with Hunter. She didn't even care about him anymore, no one knew it, but he was planning on divorcing her anyway. Stephanie didn't give a shit, he could have left months ago.
The night before would be worth anything that was in the future of her life.
She reached her free arm up to brush a lock his hair out of his face. This really was beyond reality. She wondered if she had some thing for tall blonde Canadians. Looking at her track record, the only person that wasn't fitting that catagory was Kurt. She didn't know how that little adventure in dating got so out of control.
He was sweet though, sweeter then Hunter. Hell, Chris was probably sweeter then Hunter when he was being a little prick. She didn't know why she stayed with that man for so long..but it didn't matter then. She was Stephanie McMahon, and she was in the arms of Chris Jericho. Strange? Yes. Did she care? Hell no.
She noticed him waking. His eyelids raised and he sleepily looked toward her. She gave him a small smile, and he grinned back, still half asleep. "Good morning." she whispered.
"Mm..morning all ready?' he questioned softly. "I don't want to get up." He pulled her closer, into a hug almost. She snuggled into his chest, sighing contently. It was still surprising she could find all the affection she ever wanted with him. God, if this only didn't have to end..
She stopped thinking about that, giggling a little. "Chris, I have to go to the bathroom."
"Hold it in." he replied, yawning. He looked down at her and noted her glare. "All right, all right..girls!" he rolled to the side of the bed, letting his legs free themselves from the blanket. She made haste to the bathroom.
She ended up being in there for an hour. All right, so she did a little more then went to the bathroom. She also took a shower, which of course took time. When she came out, she was dressed in entirely new clothing, and her hair was just..wet. Though the power was back, the hair dryer was being a bitch.
"The wet rat look is good on ya." he joked as she walked to him. He was sitting eating a hardy breakfast of toast and..burnt something. It was so black she didn't know what it was.
"Looks as good as your meal." she chuckled.
"I'll have you know this is good." he waved the black thing. He blinked as half of it broke off and landed on the ground. Nibblers sniffed at it, and Stephanie couldn't contain her giggles when the little squirrel high tailed it away from it.
"When the little rat doesn't eat it.." she trailed off.
"Man, when did he go on your side?" Chris pouted.
"Let me make you sometime." he raised a brow at her.
"What's this? Steph, I never took you for Susie Homemaker." he chuckled.
"I can make scrambled eggs, obviously." she beamed. "And they won't be BLACK."
"Black is a good color." he shrugged. She opened the refridgerator, pulling out the eggs.
"Let's see.." she pondered outloud. "Hashbrowns..ham..cheese.." She grabbed all the items, which were all thankfully there.
"You're putting all that junk in it?" he questioned. She smirked.
"Do no question genius." she winked at him, beginning to make it. Chris watched her in interest.
20 minutes later, Chris was looking down at a perfectly made meal, and she smiled at him.
"I bet Nib--" he stopped short when the squirrel hopped onto the table and took a little bit of Chris's food, gobbling it down. "Get out of here, squirrel!" he shooed it away and it did so. He grumbled something under his breath.
"Just try it." she laughed. He sighed and nodded, picking up some of it with a fork, easily sticking it in his mouth. He chewed, looking thoughtful.
"Could use some more pepper." he grinned. She gave him a look. "Kidding. It's great. Where'd you learn to cook?"
"My Nana." she nodded. "She was the best cook ever."
"Nana?" he questioned, stuffing a bit more into his mouth.
"Yeah, she was this nice old black servant our family had. Loyal from the minute she started working for us. She took care of me, so I called her that." she smiled. "She told me when I was around 15 that I didn't need to ever cook when I asked her to teach me, but when she saw I wanted to she did. After awhile my dad thought she was dividing my attention, so she..was fired." she paused, eating a little of her own food. "My parents were good, but they were always just a little too busy. Anyway, Shane is always going to be the favorite child."
"What makes you say that?"
"Come on, Chris. He's the first born, and he's a guy to boot. If this Invasion thing calms down, you know Dad will hand over the company to him. There's no room for me." she shook her head.
"Well I can't say I know the feeling. I was an only child." Chris grinned, stuffing his face again.
"I all ready figured that out." she smiled.
"An what's THAT suppose to mean?"
"You're a spoiled brat, and don't even think about saying otherwise." she giggled. He pouted.
"Am not." he replied, making Stephanie laugh even more.
"Your dad was a hockey player, right?" she asked. Chris grinned.
"I'm surprised you know that." he commented. She shrugged. "Yeah, he was. I ended up just like him, I suppose. Only instead of brutality on ice, it's brutality in a square circle."
"I bet he's proud of you." she chuckled.
"He tells me I'm too outspoken." he laughed.
"That's an understatement." she rolled her eyes.
"So I have a loud mouth. There's nothing wrong with that." he had finished the entire bowl he was given.
"Well, I suppose you wouldn't be you without it." she smiled. He nodded vigorously.
"Must be doing something right, you DO find me hot." he grinned proudly.
"Don't be so full of yourself." she laughed. He beamed.
"Well, you didn't disagree.." he pointed out. She blushed.
"I was getting to that." she mumbled.
"Uh-huh." he teased. She finally let a little smile out.
"And like you don't think I'm hot." she shot back. He quickly shut up.
Bingo.