They were frozen by the time they reached the small wooden house; Lita
barely managed to climb the stairs to the porch.
There were no lights on, and there were no cars around, but the house was in good condition so it couldn't have been abandoned. Jericho knocked, and as he did so, the door swung open, effecting a small gasp from the redhead.
Chris threw a sharp glance in her direction, and took a few steps into the pitch-black house. He shuddered; it was almost as cold in there as it was outside, but as his eyesight adjusted to the lack of light, he spotted a large fireplace across a large open-plan room.
"Come on," He muttered to the woman behind him, shutting the door behind her when she was completely inside. Lita eyed him cautiously, as she stepped around him. She was just glad to be out of the falling snow, even if it was with him.
"I think this place is empty," Chris stated. He shrugged his bag off his shoulder and opened it up, producing a lighter. He flicked it, then wandered around the room, trying to find anything that would give them more light. There was no wood in the fireplace so that wouldn't work and there were no light switches.
"Gas lamps." Lita said, so softly, that the Canadian couldn't make out the words.
"Huh?" he replied and walked back over to her.
"Gas lamps, look." The redhead pointed at the wall, and Jericho followed her gaze up to a small round pot, nailed into the wood.
"Hey good going." He said, surprising Lita slightly, and she watched as he lit the lamp, then four others around the room. They could see well now, and the house was in pretty good condition. There were two brown sofas in front of the fireplace, and at the other side of the room was a small kitchen area with a round table in the centre. There were stairs that could only presumably lead to a bathroom and bedroom, maybe two.
Rubbing his hands together, Chris frowned and looked at Lita. "We need to get warm." He said and looked around the room. The diva glanced over at the fireplace realising what Jericho had realised earlier, that there was no wood. The problem was that they couldn't get any wood because they happened to be in the middle of nowhere, and there weren't any trees around. Not that they could chop them down if there were but...
"I'll go upstairs and see if there are any blankets or bed sheets." Jericho told her and made his way up the creaky steps. Lita didn't know why, but she had suddenly developed a great urge to say 'be careful', but bit her tongue against it. She hated the man remember? She didn't care if he got hurt.
She shuddered, blowing on her hands to keep them warm. It wasn't just cold, it was freezing. They needed a miracle to stop them from catching pneumonia, and come to think of it, a burning bush wouldn't be too bad right then.
Sighing, the diva walked over to the little wooden fridge and opened it up, the light illuminating her face. Maybe, just maybe there was food inside...or then again maybe not. With a groan, she slammed the door shut, nearly screaming in fright when she looked up and someone was there.
"Idiot." She muttered and shook her head. Jericho scowled at her, and threw the two blankets he had down on the sofa.
"Ungrateful bitch." He spat as he glared at the woman. Lita was having none of it. How *dare* he call her an 'ungrateful bitch', it was all his damn fault she was there in the first place.
"You have no right to call me that." She growled at him, expecting him to retaliate with some other nasty comment. However he did something that Lita had never expected him to do. He apologised?
"I'm sorry,"
"Oh really? Well- wait, you're sorry?" The redhead was clearly taken aback.
"Yeah I'm sorry I shouldn't have called you that," he looked away from her, and took some deep breaths, like he'd done back at the car. Lita frowned.
"Are you okay?" She stepped forward and reached out for his arm, but he pulled back, nodding and then smirked.
"Yeah. We need to get warm." He told her for the second time that night. Shuddering, the blond unzipped his coat and shrugged it off, revealing a bare chest and red metallic trousers. Lita raised her eyebrows condescendingly. No wonder he was cold.
"You're still in your wrestling gear?" He looked up at her words; "You must have been in a hurry to leave the arena." She threw him a disgusted glance, knowing that the reason he'd been in such a hurry was because the creep had practically destroyed her friends in the ring, and that there were others who would be out for his blood...herself for instance.
Jericho didn't say a thing, his intense blue eyes trained on the woman. He knew exactly what she was thinking and couldn't help but smile sadistically. He couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed everything he'd done in the ring earlier that night. He didn't have one single regret.
"You make me sick." The diva spat, wanting more than anything to at least punch the cocky Canadian, but knew that wouldn't be a wise thing to do. He'd probably flip and beat the crap out of her. God how she wished she weren't there right then...well not with him anyway.
Jericho threw his bag beside a sofa and took a seat. He covered himself with his coat and then with a blanket, and begun to rummage through his things.
Lita never took her eyes off him, even though he seemed to be doing a good job of ignoring her...she should count herself lucky. Sighing, the redhead took a seat in the sofa opposite Chris' and covered herself with the remaining blanket. She knew that it would have been warmer to use her coat as an extra blanket, but she didn't want to take it off. Chris hadn't been the only one to rush out, earlier that night. Lita had been in a hurry herself and just grabbed her coat on the way, not thinking to change from her pyjamas to her clothes...and there was no way Chris Jericho was going to see her in her pyjamas.
"There they are," Jericho muttered as he produced what looked to be a large bag of potato chips. He opened the packet and sampled one and smiled, clearly pleased by the flavour. He glanced at the diva and almost flinched at the look of pure hatred she was sending his way. No one had ever looked at him like that before...not Triple H, Stacy, HBK or even Stephanie had ever thrown him a look that had held that much content for him alone. And in a strange twisted way, it kind of turned him on. "Want one?" He managed to find his voice, holding out the packet of chips and giving it a little shake.
Lita had to refrain from licking her lips. She hadn't realised it before then, but she was hungry. She hadn't eaten since lunch...she had planned on having pizza with Jeff after Raw, but that didn't exactly look like an option anytime soon. "What's the catch?" she asked, not believing that the Canadian could possibly be offering her some of his food out of the kindness of his heart...she inwardly laughed...his heart, good one.
Jericho grinned, then patted the empty space beside him on the sofa. Lita scoffed.
"No way." She shook her head and folded her arms defiantly underneath her blanket.
"Fine, then more for me," he told her, smirking when she gave in and moved to sit beside him reaching for the packet. His smirk turned to a smile as he moved the crisps out of her reach, causing a small frown to form on her face.
"Jericho, don't be a jerk," Lita whined, too hungry and too cold to play one of his cruel little games, "just give me one now!"
"Well if I had a dollar for every time a woman said that to me..." he trailed off, sniggering at the annoyed expression the diva held. She made another grab for the chips but he pulled away again. "Not so fast Red, I want something from you first,"
"And what could that possibly be?" Lita said in a mocking voice and rolling her eyes. She knew she should have just stayed on the other sofa and away from him, the man was going to drive her crazy.
Jericho smiled a mischievous glint in his eyes; he knew she wasn't going to like what he was about to do, but decided he'd do it anyway. "This," he said, and her eyes widened as the blond leaned over and captured her lips with his own. That was the last thing she'd ever expected him to do.
There were no lights on, and there were no cars around, but the house was in good condition so it couldn't have been abandoned. Jericho knocked, and as he did so, the door swung open, effecting a small gasp from the redhead.
Chris threw a sharp glance in her direction, and took a few steps into the pitch-black house. He shuddered; it was almost as cold in there as it was outside, but as his eyesight adjusted to the lack of light, he spotted a large fireplace across a large open-plan room.
"Come on," He muttered to the woman behind him, shutting the door behind her when she was completely inside. Lita eyed him cautiously, as she stepped around him. She was just glad to be out of the falling snow, even if it was with him.
"I think this place is empty," Chris stated. He shrugged his bag off his shoulder and opened it up, producing a lighter. He flicked it, then wandered around the room, trying to find anything that would give them more light. There was no wood in the fireplace so that wouldn't work and there were no light switches.
"Gas lamps." Lita said, so softly, that the Canadian couldn't make out the words.
"Huh?" he replied and walked back over to her.
"Gas lamps, look." The redhead pointed at the wall, and Jericho followed her gaze up to a small round pot, nailed into the wood.
"Hey good going." He said, surprising Lita slightly, and she watched as he lit the lamp, then four others around the room. They could see well now, and the house was in pretty good condition. There were two brown sofas in front of the fireplace, and at the other side of the room was a small kitchen area with a round table in the centre. There were stairs that could only presumably lead to a bathroom and bedroom, maybe two.
Rubbing his hands together, Chris frowned and looked at Lita. "We need to get warm." He said and looked around the room. The diva glanced over at the fireplace realising what Jericho had realised earlier, that there was no wood. The problem was that they couldn't get any wood because they happened to be in the middle of nowhere, and there weren't any trees around. Not that they could chop them down if there were but...
"I'll go upstairs and see if there are any blankets or bed sheets." Jericho told her and made his way up the creaky steps. Lita didn't know why, but she had suddenly developed a great urge to say 'be careful', but bit her tongue against it. She hated the man remember? She didn't care if he got hurt.
She shuddered, blowing on her hands to keep them warm. It wasn't just cold, it was freezing. They needed a miracle to stop them from catching pneumonia, and come to think of it, a burning bush wouldn't be too bad right then.
Sighing, the diva walked over to the little wooden fridge and opened it up, the light illuminating her face. Maybe, just maybe there was food inside...or then again maybe not. With a groan, she slammed the door shut, nearly screaming in fright when she looked up and someone was there.
"Idiot." She muttered and shook her head. Jericho scowled at her, and threw the two blankets he had down on the sofa.
"Ungrateful bitch." He spat as he glared at the woman. Lita was having none of it. How *dare* he call her an 'ungrateful bitch', it was all his damn fault she was there in the first place.
"You have no right to call me that." She growled at him, expecting him to retaliate with some other nasty comment. However he did something that Lita had never expected him to do. He apologised?
"I'm sorry,"
"Oh really? Well- wait, you're sorry?" The redhead was clearly taken aback.
"Yeah I'm sorry I shouldn't have called you that," he looked away from her, and took some deep breaths, like he'd done back at the car. Lita frowned.
"Are you okay?" She stepped forward and reached out for his arm, but he pulled back, nodding and then smirked.
"Yeah. We need to get warm." He told her for the second time that night. Shuddering, the blond unzipped his coat and shrugged it off, revealing a bare chest and red metallic trousers. Lita raised her eyebrows condescendingly. No wonder he was cold.
"You're still in your wrestling gear?" He looked up at her words; "You must have been in a hurry to leave the arena." She threw him a disgusted glance, knowing that the reason he'd been in such a hurry was because the creep had practically destroyed her friends in the ring, and that there were others who would be out for his blood...herself for instance.
Jericho didn't say a thing, his intense blue eyes trained on the woman. He knew exactly what she was thinking and couldn't help but smile sadistically. He couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed everything he'd done in the ring earlier that night. He didn't have one single regret.
"You make me sick." The diva spat, wanting more than anything to at least punch the cocky Canadian, but knew that wouldn't be a wise thing to do. He'd probably flip and beat the crap out of her. God how she wished she weren't there right then...well not with him anyway.
Jericho threw his bag beside a sofa and took a seat. He covered himself with his coat and then with a blanket, and begun to rummage through his things.
Lita never took her eyes off him, even though he seemed to be doing a good job of ignoring her...she should count herself lucky. Sighing, the redhead took a seat in the sofa opposite Chris' and covered herself with the remaining blanket. She knew that it would have been warmer to use her coat as an extra blanket, but she didn't want to take it off. Chris hadn't been the only one to rush out, earlier that night. Lita had been in a hurry herself and just grabbed her coat on the way, not thinking to change from her pyjamas to her clothes...and there was no way Chris Jericho was going to see her in her pyjamas.
"There they are," Jericho muttered as he produced what looked to be a large bag of potato chips. He opened the packet and sampled one and smiled, clearly pleased by the flavour. He glanced at the diva and almost flinched at the look of pure hatred she was sending his way. No one had ever looked at him like that before...not Triple H, Stacy, HBK or even Stephanie had ever thrown him a look that had held that much content for him alone. And in a strange twisted way, it kind of turned him on. "Want one?" He managed to find his voice, holding out the packet of chips and giving it a little shake.
Lita had to refrain from licking her lips. She hadn't realised it before then, but she was hungry. She hadn't eaten since lunch...she had planned on having pizza with Jeff after Raw, but that didn't exactly look like an option anytime soon. "What's the catch?" she asked, not believing that the Canadian could possibly be offering her some of his food out of the kindness of his heart...she inwardly laughed...his heart, good one.
Jericho grinned, then patted the empty space beside him on the sofa. Lita scoffed.
"No way." She shook her head and folded her arms defiantly underneath her blanket.
"Fine, then more for me," he told her, smirking when she gave in and moved to sit beside him reaching for the packet. His smirk turned to a smile as he moved the crisps out of her reach, causing a small frown to form on her face.
"Jericho, don't be a jerk," Lita whined, too hungry and too cold to play one of his cruel little games, "just give me one now!"
"Well if I had a dollar for every time a woman said that to me..." he trailed off, sniggering at the annoyed expression the diva held. She made another grab for the chips but he pulled away again. "Not so fast Red, I want something from you first,"
"And what could that possibly be?" Lita said in a mocking voice and rolling her eyes. She knew she should have just stayed on the other sofa and away from him, the man was going to drive her crazy.
Jericho smiled a mischievous glint in his eyes; he knew she wasn't going to like what he was about to do, but decided he'd do it anyway. "This," he said, and her eyes widened as the blond leaned over and captured her lips with his own. That was the last thing she'd ever expected him to do.