***Author's Notes: This is a fan fiction that is based on an ongoing Role Play so there is no end. To write this we get into a private chat room and just go at it, tossing things back and forth. Therefore a lot of it goes from one paragraph being what she said and thought to the other paragraph being what he said and thought. I am warning you now of this so that you don't go into it thinking that it is all from one point of view and therefore 'smoother' in the end result. Read no further if you don't like a good role play or 'he said/she said' bantering.***


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Rock finishes up the breakfast he was making for Trish and him. She had once again spent the night with him, which delighted him to no end. He was actually starting to look forward to their little meetings. And he had to admit to himself, she was good in bed. He walks out of the small kitchen in his rented penthouse suite and sets a plate of food down in front of Trish, then sits across from her. "Enjoy," he says grinning. "And don't worry. I do know how to cook."

She looks at the food and smiles. "Mmmmmmm smells good at least." She picks up her fork, carefully cutting into the omelet and carefully taking a bite, smiling and nodding. "Very good. Yes, you do cook." She picks up her milk and takes a sip. "Merry Christmas." She couldn't believe she had spent Christmas Eve in his arms. They had spent hours going at it again, and she was beginning to like it very much.

He smiles at her and starts eating his omelet, stopping only to wish her a Merry Christmas as well. He looks over at her and asks the question he had been thinking of for a while now. "Would you like to be in a tag match with me again?"

She takes another bite, listening to him, then nods. "Okay, it might be fun. Who did you have in mind?"

"The Dudley's." He looks at her after he says that, wanting to judge her reaction. He knew how she felt about the Dudley Boys but he wasn't sure if she would want to face them again after the 3D she got from them last time.

She chokes on a bite of food, grabbing the water on the table and drinking down half her glass, patting her chest, her eyes watering. "I don't know about that one. I rather stay away from them."

He smiles at her, having expected something like that. "Okay. How about...." he tries to think up a good team they could go against. "Any ideas? "

"No, not really." She takes a few more bites. "We can wrestle them. It will be good to get back at them." She smirks.

He smiles at her. "I have an idea of how to get back at them. We pick one Dudley and Stacie and then we get the other Dudley banned from ringside." He polishes off half his omelet.

She nods as she takes all this in. "Well I think that might work. And if we get the other Dudley banned from ringside, maybe we can get someone else to beat the hell out of him." She smirks, almost done with her omelet

He grins and nods. "Could ask Austin to do it. Or Tazz. Tazz has a thing with them right now. Not sure how much I can trust him though." He finishes off his breakfast and sets his fork down on his plate, picking up his napkin and wiping his mouth.

She keeps eating, nodding. "Yes, Tazz. I could flirt with him and I think he would do about anything I asked." Not looking at the Rock but at her plate as she talks.

He feels that little jealous streak go through him but it is gone as soon as it comes. What they had was a relationship of conveyance. They both were free to see other people. He just had to keep remembering that. So he nods. "What man wouldn't?" He smirks.

She wasn't sure what she had expected him to answer, but that one does make her smile. "Thank you," she says nodding. "As would any woman love to have you come on to her." She finally finishes her breakfast and pushes her plate aside. "Oh I won't actually sleep with him." She makes a gagging sound* that would be too gross. But if I move just right, look just right. Tazz will do anything for me. Vince did and I never slept with him." She smirks. It was her little secret, one she had hinted at to him before, but never admitted to.

He raises a brow and looks over at her. "You know, you should be glad most of us guys in the locker room don't believe everything Vince says. Seeing as he liked to brag that you and he..." He shivers. "Damn that's gross." Then shakes his head looking over at her. "So.....you have anything planned for today?"

She stares at him in shock. "He says..." She sighs and shakes her head. "Nevermind, I would expect nothing less of him. Nope, never did sleep with him. He is too old for me. He was a means to an end, and all I had to do was tease him." She shrugs. "That is all." Then she finishes her milk. "No, I don't have anything planned. I didn't really know I would be here this morning." She says with a slow grin.

He grins. "Good. Cause..." he shivers. "I don't even want to think about that." He stands up and starts clearing the table, taking his plate and hers to the kitchen and returning a second later and sitting down again. "Well.....I was just thinking if you aren't doing anything....I mean I have nothing to do. So...." He waves his hand at her.

She leans back in her chair. "Are you asking me to spend the day with you?"

He grins and nods, looking over at her. "Yep. And the night too. I mean, if you want."

Her brows go up. "The night too? Again? You sure you want me around that long?"

"What? You that bored already?"

"I am not bored at all. But that doesn't mean you aren't." She puts her elbows on the table, her chin resting in her hands. "Are you?"

He smiles at her. "Would I have asked you to stay another night if I was bored of you? Trust me, if I'm bored, you'll know."

She raises a brow. "Well then, I suppose with an invitation like that, I can't help but stay." She puts her napkin down and stands. "But for now, I need a shower." With that, she sweeps out of the room.

He watches her and grins. He didn't know why but he really did enjoy Trish's company, even without the sex. She was smarter then she acted. He really did enjoy the talks they had. He also enjoyed the feel of her body in his arms. He sighs and stands up, clearing the rest of the dishes off the table. But again, this was a relationship of conveyance, purely for enjoyment. And that's the way he wanted to keep it.

She makes short work of her shower, getting dressed in just a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before heading to the living room where he had a professionally decorated tree. She had actually put a gift below it for him, nothing big, just a charm for one of his necklaces, but she thought he might like it. She takes a seat on the couch and watches the lights.

He walks into the living room a few minutes later, sitting down in a chair and looking over at her. "Can I ask you a question?" He waits for her to nod before continuing. "I was just wondering why you aren't with your family today? I mean I know they are all the way in Canada but still..."

She keeps looking at the lights. "Because they don't agree with what I do and as long as I 'flaunt my body in front of God and the whole universe' then I can stay away." She shrugs and still doesn't look at him.

He nods, then asks her yet another question he was thinking of. "Want to come with me when I go see my parents?"

She stares at him at that. "You want me to go with you to see your folks?" She knew he didn't mean it that way, but it was still a personal thing to do. "You sure you want me to go with you?"

He nods, looking at the tree now. "Sure." Then looks over at Trish again. "You have no one to be with during the holidays. So I figure what'll it hurt? You're my friend, so you spending Christmas with me doesn't have to mean anything else."

She glances at him and flashes him a genuine smile. "Thank you. " Then looking back at the tree, she motions to it. "Looks like Santa came." Her finger pointing at the little box hanging from a bow.

He looks over at the tree and nods, having noticed that present before. "Santa eh?" He gets up from his chair and walks over to the tree, taking the small present off it and bringing it with him back to his chair. He sits down and is about to open it when he remembers something. Well actually he had been thinking about it for a while. He reaches into his pocket and pulls a small present from his pocket, holding it out to her. "Here. Merry Christmas."

She blinks, then smiles, taking the gift. "You didn't have to, you know." She smiles at him. "But thank you." She opens the gift, smiling at the bracelet there. "It is lovely." She holds it out for him to put it on her wrist.

He smiles and takes the bracelet from her, fastening it around her wrist. Then he leans back and opens his gift, pulling the charm out and smiling. He did indeed like it. "Thank you, Trish." He wasn't quite sure what to say, but his face showed that he liked it.

She grins and hugs him, on impulse. "You are welcome." Then kisses him soundly.

He returns her kiss and pulls her down onto his lap, his arms going around her waist. He doesn't pull away from the kiss, instead he intensifies it, holding her close to him.

She is shocked at first, but then molds her body to his, her arms slipping around his neck and returning the kiss passionately.

He continues to hold her and kiss her, only pulling back for air a little while later. He leans back in the chair and looks up at her. "You know, I kind of like having you here." He grins at her. "Might just have to keep you around."

She laughs. "Well, I think that I have a say in that. Besides, I do have an apartment you know." She doesn't move to get off his lap though.

He looks all astonished. "You have an apartment?"

She nods. "Not here, in Connecticut." She smiles at him. "I don't see it very often though. Like I said before, here I live in a hotel."

He raises a brow questioningly. "Will I ever see it?"

"Maybe. We will see." Then she leans in and kisses him deeply. Soon all talk of apartments ended as other matters became more pressing.