Forever
Summary: After the GM of Smackdown and RAW kiss on the Halloween edition of Smackdown, will things change between the two GM's?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is even close to being in the WWE, this story is based on storyline purposes only.
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Eric looked at his watch and then realized it was about 11:30, and he was still waiting for Stephanie's reply, but he has also realized that after he had said that she had downed about 7 more drinks then before he sat down with her.
Finally she spoke, "Eric, for one, I didn't want you to kiss me. I didn't want.. *hiccup* anything to do with.. *hiccup* and your... Ken doll good looks and.. *hiccup* ( laughs ) Look, what I'm trying to say is.... stay out of my dresser! I don't want you going through my dresser." she laughed and hiccuped so badly he rolled his eyes and said, "We'll talk more tomorrow; which room are you staying in?" he asked her with a coy smile. "Umm... I don't know. *hiccup*" "Come on Stephie.." he encouraged her, "What room? You can remember" She smiled, "Umm.. I think its.." she pulled out her room key that had two keys on there, the original one and the double, just in case she lost the other one. "Here.." she handed him the double then headed up the stairs, wobbling as she walked, "I'll see ya later stud" she almost tripped about 3x on her way up the stairs.
Eric laughed to himself then said, "I like her this way, she's less resistant" he joked, then tucked the key in his pocket, went up to his room, he couldn't get any sleep, all he could think about was how he wanted to kiss Stephanie again, and do more of course, but he just wanted to press his lips against hers and caress her. But he knew it would be wrong to do that when she was drunk, "4 am" he said to himself. Maybe she just has a hangover. He got out of bed, put on some pants and a shirt then left his room, took out the key to Stephanie's and let himself in. She was laying in bed. A lot of thoughts ran through his mind, but he knew all of them would end the same way, her beating the living hell out of him. He admitted she was a lot easier to talk to when she was drunk, but he liked her when she was asleep also, she looked so angelic. So beautiful.
He walked over to the kitchen area in her room and helped himself to a bottle of Evian water. He sat there and just watched her for a while then decided to let his perverse self take over, he walked over to her dresser and rummiged through her panties briefly, sure, it was sick, but he always wanted to know what she was hiding underneath all that business woman attire while they would be bickering back and forth. He pulled out a black thong then smiled to himself, "Stephie, Stephie, Stephie" he smirked, then she woke up slowly, he shoved the underwear back in the droor and then shut it, "Stephanie!" he rushed over to her and sat on her bed, "We never got to finish our coversation from earlier" he took her hand in his, "Ow, my head." was all she could say, her head was throbbing from the hangover, it wasn't too extreme, but it hurt like hell, he helped her over to the kitchen and then she took 4 advil, he looked her up and down in her nightgown quite a few times, and a few times she caught him and didn't even bother saying much, she knew it wouldn't matter, he'd still be staring.
"Eric, get out of my room" she managed to mutter though groaning from the pain. "But I just got here Steph" he smiled then put his arm around her, "Now, let's talk about ... us.." he leaned in to try and kiss her again, but she stood up and then rushed to the bathroom. Eric cringed as he heard her throwing up. He walked in there and sat by her, held up her hair as she threw up and then got a washcloth and whiped away the excess from around her lips. "Why are you doing this?" she asked still obviously confused. He put the washcloth down then brushed her cheek with his hand, "I already told you, I like you Steph, alright, I don't want to, god, I never wanted to, but I do, and I can't help it. You and I both know we belong together, it's a fucked up world Steph, but we would be good together. You will have to admit it sooner or later, if not now, then I can wait. I'll always be waiting. And as for our rivalry... now you know why I was so determined to compete with you, because no woman has ever even tried to stand up to me like you have. You have shown me Stephanie, you showed me how I could make RAW better, is by competing with you, if not for you, I wouldn't be as successful as I am today." he stroked her hair then kissed her one last time before leaving. After he left Stephanie just sat there and leaned against the cabinet. She couldn't think of anything to do, anything to say, she was not only speechless, but she was thoughtless for the past hour. She knew she had to do something by Monday. She had to let him know how she truly felt about him.