Author: Huntress
Summary: Chris Jericho and Steph are stranded with no civilization for miles.. Can they survive the mountans, let alone each other?
Disclaimer: I don't own Chris Jericho (though I'd like to!), Stephanie McMahon Helmsly, the WWF, Disney, or anyone else my imagination orders into this story. So if you sue me, I get to counter sue. Yup dats right cant mess wit me! Nah! :P
Rating: PG-13 for language and death. (No one important.)
Chapter 7: Who's your daddy?
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Steph laughed as Chris went in to take a shower. She dug through her bag, looking for her Brooklyn shirt. It was the only one long enough to sleep in. Chris walked out in a towel, looking incredibly hott. She held it in though, and kept digging through her bag. Suddenly she felt something slimy cover her hands. She yelped and jumped back, bumping into Chris. He caught her, and she stood upright again. She groaned, looking at her hands, both covered in lotion. She saw a big slimy pink thing at picked it up... Her Brooklyn shirt. It must have been wrapped around the lotion, because nothing else was ruined. She immediately went in and began washing the shirt, mumbling angrily as she did so. She draped the shirt over the chair and walked back into the room. "Hey... Do you think I could borrow a shirt? My other one is covered in lotion." He pretended to look angry. "You cover me in sticky sugar then expect me to give you things? How rude!" She laughed. "Come on.. Pleeeeease?" He grinned and took her hands in his, and laced they're fingers together and gently pushed her arms behind her back and stepped closer, so their bodys were nearly toughing. "Who's your daddy?" She grinned and replied, "You are." "Damn straight!" he said with fake authority. He let her go and tossed her a Y2J jersey. She went into the bathroom and threw it on, suddenly noticing how cold it was. It came down to just past her thighs, as did her Brooklyn shirt, only the sleeves were too long and it was too big around her middle. She had known it would be too big, and she looked cute in it. She walked out and modeled it gaining his laughing approval. "Funny.. It looks better on you." She giggled and returned, "Doesn't everything?" They both laughed and she climbed into bed, snuggling under the covers. "Is it just me or is it really cold in here?" Chris looked at the control, noticed it was at 65°, and replied, "Its just you." He got into bed and noticed she was shivering. "Chris! its at 65°! It is NOT just me!" He grinned sheepishly. Damn her good eyesight. "Sorry Steph but I cant sleep without it being cold." She let out a "Grrrrr!" and got up to turn the heat on, but he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back in. "Hey!" She struggled but couldn't break his hold. She finally laid back and looked at him. "Its too cold! Just let me turn it to 70." "Nope. I lived in Canada all my life and I cant sleep without it being cold." She sighed in defeat. He let her go and she got up again, only this time to get another blanket. She returned to bed, and he was already asleep. She snuggled up against him, and fell asleep to his steady breathing. :.:*:.: The next morning :.:*:.: Steph woke up and was instantly cozy. She realized her head was resting on his bare chest, and his arm was draped over her. She used to wake up like this with Test. She wished to God that she had never left him, but it was too late now. Daddy dearest had made sure of that. She sighed, and suddenly he stirred. He looked down at her without her realizing it. His voice startled her. "Well you sure are friendly." She jumped a bit, then slid off him sheepishly. "Sorry. I'm just used to waking up like that." He looked at her skeptically. "Somehow Hunter doesn't seem like the kind of guy who holds his wife. He's not exactly sensitive." She thought a minute. "Yea. He usually just pushes me off. Jackass." He laughed, and copied her position by propping himself up on his elbow. "Why DID you get involved with him anyway?" She sighed, and the look in her eyes made him want to kill anyone and anything that made her unhappy. She looked so sad, so wistful. "I didn't have much of a choice. Everyone saw him drug me and marry me at a drive thru, but everyone thought I had been on it. Well guess what... I wasn't." "So why didn't you just get it annulled?" Her expression turned from sad to bitter. "My father didn't want me to. He had been in on it, and thought it was a good story line. So they all had a feud, made money, and just plain didn't care what I thought of it. I've been stuck with him ever since." This time it was she who noticed an expression. The fury in his eyes was unmistakable. "That's downright WRONG. No man should do that to his daughter." She nodded. "I love him, but honestly? I'd rather have any other man for a father." He felt bad for her and wanted to cheer her up. So he decided to lighten the mood. He swept her into another bear hug and smiled. "Just call me daddy!" She laughed, and was instantly happy again. He was somehow able to do that to her. One minute her universe could be crashing down around her, but the second he smiled at her, everything was right with the world. She tousled his hair and gave him a sly grin. "You mean Sugar Daddy." They laughed at the memory from just a few hours ago, when they had a minor food fight. "Hey! Thats right! I still gotta get you back for that." He began to squeeze her tighter, making her plead with him to let her go. He knew he wasn't hurting her, just depriving her of a little air. Heh heh. She struggled and almost managed to get away, but he got a firmer grip and continued squeezing. "Say please..." Oh no. He was going to make her do it all over again. She complied and said all the different variations as she did last night. Pretty please with sugar on top, then caramel, then sprinkles, then cherries, and a few other things before he came to his favorite. He added a little more pressure and whispered in her ear: "Who's your daddy?" "You are!!" She yelled willingly. If he thinks he's her dad, well hey power to him. He's better than Vince, that was for sure. He stopped the bear hug but kept his arms wrapped around her. She was up against him, and they stared into each others eyes contentedly. They were pretty close, but Chris leaned in closer.. And closer.. And closer.. Until finally... He kissed her! It lasted about a minute, and when he softly pulled away, she embraced him and stayed like that for about three minutes. They both sat up, and looked at each other happily. Hunter was out of the picture, and they both knew it.
Summary: Chris Jericho and Steph are stranded with no civilization for miles.. Can they survive the mountans, let alone each other?
Disclaimer: I don't own Chris Jericho (though I'd like to!), Stephanie McMahon Helmsly, the WWF, Disney, or anyone else my imagination orders into this story. So if you sue me, I get to counter sue. Yup dats right cant mess wit me! Nah! :P
Rating: PG-13 for language and death. (No one important.)
Chapter 7: Who's your daddy?
~*~
Steph laughed as Chris went in to take a shower. She dug through her bag, looking for her Brooklyn shirt. It was the only one long enough to sleep in. Chris walked out in a towel, looking incredibly hott. She held it in though, and kept digging through her bag. Suddenly she felt something slimy cover her hands. She yelped and jumped back, bumping into Chris. He caught her, and she stood upright again. She groaned, looking at her hands, both covered in lotion. She saw a big slimy pink thing at picked it up... Her Brooklyn shirt. It must have been wrapped around the lotion, because nothing else was ruined. She immediately went in and began washing the shirt, mumbling angrily as she did so. She draped the shirt over the chair and walked back into the room. "Hey... Do you think I could borrow a shirt? My other one is covered in lotion." He pretended to look angry. "You cover me in sticky sugar then expect me to give you things? How rude!" She laughed. "Come on.. Pleeeeease?" He grinned and took her hands in his, and laced they're fingers together and gently pushed her arms behind her back and stepped closer, so their bodys were nearly toughing. "Who's your daddy?" She grinned and replied, "You are." "Damn straight!" he said with fake authority. He let her go and tossed her a Y2J jersey. She went into the bathroom and threw it on, suddenly noticing how cold it was. It came down to just past her thighs, as did her Brooklyn shirt, only the sleeves were too long and it was too big around her middle. She had known it would be too big, and she looked cute in it. She walked out and modeled it gaining his laughing approval. "Funny.. It looks better on you." She giggled and returned, "Doesn't everything?" They both laughed and she climbed into bed, snuggling under the covers. "Is it just me or is it really cold in here?" Chris looked at the control, noticed it was at 65°, and replied, "Its just you." He got into bed and noticed she was shivering. "Chris! its at 65°! It is NOT just me!" He grinned sheepishly. Damn her good eyesight. "Sorry Steph but I cant sleep without it being cold." She let out a "Grrrrr!" and got up to turn the heat on, but he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back in. "Hey!" She struggled but couldn't break his hold. She finally laid back and looked at him. "Its too cold! Just let me turn it to 70." "Nope. I lived in Canada all my life and I cant sleep without it being cold." She sighed in defeat. He let her go and she got up again, only this time to get another blanket. She returned to bed, and he was already asleep. She snuggled up against him, and fell asleep to his steady breathing. :.:*:.: The next morning :.:*:.: Steph woke up and was instantly cozy. She realized her head was resting on his bare chest, and his arm was draped over her. She used to wake up like this with Test. She wished to God that she had never left him, but it was too late now. Daddy dearest had made sure of that. She sighed, and suddenly he stirred. He looked down at her without her realizing it. His voice startled her. "Well you sure are friendly." She jumped a bit, then slid off him sheepishly. "Sorry. I'm just used to waking up like that." He looked at her skeptically. "Somehow Hunter doesn't seem like the kind of guy who holds his wife. He's not exactly sensitive." She thought a minute. "Yea. He usually just pushes me off. Jackass." He laughed, and copied her position by propping himself up on his elbow. "Why DID you get involved with him anyway?" She sighed, and the look in her eyes made him want to kill anyone and anything that made her unhappy. She looked so sad, so wistful. "I didn't have much of a choice. Everyone saw him drug me and marry me at a drive thru, but everyone thought I had been on it. Well guess what... I wasn't." "So why didn't you just get it annulled?" Her expression turned from sad to bitter. "My father didn't want me to. He had been in on it, and thought it was a good story line. So they all had a feud, made money, and just plain didn't care what I thought of it. I've been stuck with him ever since." This time it was she who noticed an expression. The fury in his eyes was unmistakable. "That's downright WRONG. No man should do that to his daughter." She nodded. "I love him, but honestly? I'd rather have any other man for a father." He felt bad for her and wanted to cheer her up. So he decided to lighten the mood. He swept her into another bear hug and smiled. "Just call me daddy!" She laughed, and was instantly happy again. He was somehow able to do that to her. One minute her universe could be crashing down around her, but the second he smiled at her, everything was right with the world. She tousled his hair and gave him a sly grin. "You mean Sugar Daddy." They laughed at the memory from just a few hours ago, when they had a minor food fight. "Hey! Thats right! I still gotta get you back for that." He began to squeeze her tighter, making her plead with him to let her go. He knew he wasn't hurting her, just depriving her of a little air. Heh heh. She struggled and almost managed to get away, but he got a firmer grip and continued squeezing. "Say please..." Oh no. He was going to make her do it all over again. She complied and said all the different variations as she did last night. Pretty please with sugar on top, then caramel, then sprinkles, then cherries, and a few other things before he came to his favorite. He added a little more pressure and whispered in her ear: "Who's your daddy?" "You are!!" She yelled willingly. If he thinks he's her dad, well hey power to him. He's better than Vince, that was for sure. He stopped the bear hug but kept his arms wrapped around her. She was up against him, and they stared into each others eyes contentedly. They were pretty close, but Chris leaned in closer.. And closer.. And closer.. Until finally... He kissed her! It lasted about a minute, and when he softly pulled away, she embraced him and stayed like that for about three minutes. They both sat up, and looked at each other happily. Hunter was out of the picture, and they both knew it.