*** Why won't this story end??? I honestly thought this story was over but
a friend told me this was missing something...a true closer if you will and
preferably one that would include ahem...nakedness, humor AND his favorite
wrestler ; ) (I LOVE YA JOE!) ...so with that in mind, I thought I'd add a
bit of a epilogue to the story. Hope this ties some things up!
The sun had fully risen now. The curtains couldn't shield the strong yellow rays from coming into the room, and as he watched the shadows in the dark room, he couldn't help but be nervous that now, with the reality of morning, all that had transpired last night would disappear like the early morning fog.
He shifted slightly, careful not to move Trish's prone form on top of him. He tangled his fingers in the soft cascade of her hair falling upon his shoulder and waited...waited for her to wake up and realize that he was there...willing her to be as loving as she had been in the early hours of the day.
Trish felt Chris tense up underneath her. She could easily understand why. After all, hadn't she been pretending to sleep for the past hour in fear of his response? Now the protective darkness of the dawn was gone, and there was nothing left but the harsh, blazing reality of the sun to meet them. She kissed his chest softly and carefully eased off of him. She gathered the sheet around her and sat up, knees drawn against her chest, in the bed beside him.
"What are you thinking?" She whispered nervously.
Chris sat up beside her as well and reached over to take her hand. He was surprised when he felt how cold her hand felt and it was shaking...as though she was afraid of something.
"What does this mean?" He finally asked as he threaded his fingers with hers.
She stared down at their entangled hands and suddenly felt inexplicable warmth at the sight. His hands, so much bigger than hers, cradled hers. She could feel the strength in him, and she hoped that with him beside her she could be just as strong as him. She took a deep breath before she answered his question.
"I...I was stupid."
Chris blinked at that unexpected comment and started to say something but she interrupted him.
"No, I mean not stupid for coming here last night, but for ever breaking up with you." She looked down at the white sheets underneath them and squeezed his hand. "I don't know why I did it. It was like I felt that what we had, it was too good to last."
He remained silent as she waited for him to respond. Finally, he pulled her hand up and kissed her hand softly.
"I thought I hated you when you broke up with me." He replied, feeling as though everything had to be said now so that there wouldn't be any more hidden feelings between then. He felt a piercing pain in his heart when he saw a tear roll down her cheek and he gently wiped it away as he continued.
"I really thought I did. I was a mess after you left. I was so in love with you and I thought you were in love with me. I just couldn't understand for the life of me why you would ever want to. But even at those moments when I thought I hated you, all I ever wanted was...well you. I think I knew deep down inside that I still cared for you, but I fought it. I'm only sorry now that I...I used Stacey to protect myself against you."
She sighed, "It's been killing me to have to watch you with Stacey." He stiffened against her. She could tell if he was about to ask if the only reason for her being back here was Stacey and she rushed out an explanation.
"Oh no, it wasn't because of your relationship with her that I want you back. I want you to know that. I honestly, I feel like I've been lost without you. Just," she shrugged then continued, "You know, going through the motions of living...but knowing that my life had just become these repetitive acts because nothing means anything without you. You're so much a part of me that sometimes it scares me." She looked away from him, and he knew that she was baring her soul to him at this moment.
"Why didn't you tell me how you felt when I was with Stacey?"
"Well, you seemed happy. I hated myself for hurting you and I would rather you be happy with her than regret being with me. And then Stacey came in to see me last night and told me that she thought you were still in love with me."
"Stacey came to see you?" Chris asked in shock.
"Yeah, I know, I couldn't believe it either. And she told me that although you couldn't see how much I still loved you, she had seen it the whole time. And she told me that you deserved to know how I felt. I didn't know what to do, and then last night, I was listening to that old mix tape that you sent me when I was injured and I heard this one song that just...well it said all the things that I couldn't admit to myself or tell you. And that is that I need you in my life Chris. I really do. I know I said it last night, but...I can't even really explain it. I just don't feel whole without you. And I want to be with you. Do you want to be me?"
Chris blinked and remained silent. He felt such an overwhelming sense of joy, it was almost painful. He looked at her and saw that she had turned her face away.
Trish, thinking that his silence meant that he didn't feel the same way turned away from him to lessen the blow of his rejection.
"Trish?" He said, but she wouldn't turn her face towards his.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I'm sorry." She said quickly, rising from the bed.
"What? Where are you going?"
"I'm sorry. I just I know you probably will hate me forever and this was just a..." She broke off and started picking up her clothes from the floor and still refused to look at him.
Chris rose from the bed and grabbing the comforter as he did so and grabbed a shoe from the floor that she had just reached for. She looked up at him with such a piteous expression on her face that he almost gave her the shoe. She stood there in front of him, arms outstretched trying to take the shoe from him while holding up the sheet and her clothing with her other hand, trying valiantly to blink away the heavy rush of tears in her eyes.
"Give me the shoe." She whispered.
"Trish, I love you. I really do. And I want to be with you." He said seriously as he placed her shoe in her hand.
"You do?"
"I really do." He took the shoe and her clothes from her hands and threw it to the side of the room. She just stood there staring up at him. The tears were flowing steadily now and she seemed unable to stop it.
He smiled at her as he used the corner of the sheet around her to wipe the tears away.
"So if you wanna leave, you can. But I warn you, I'm going to run after you." He took a step back as though retreating in order to give her a way to the door.
"And you can't take your clothes with you...you're just going to have to go out there in that shee..." She stepped forward and covered his mouth with her hands.
"Shut up and kiss me." Without waiting for him to even nod, she removed her hand and stretched up to kiss him. She wrapped her hands around his neck as he lifted her up to deepen the kiss.
Meanwhile, Adam walked towards Trish's room to ask her to breakfast. He had been worried about her all night. Worried that she wouldn't be able to go to Chris and tell him how he felt, and he, Adam, was sorely tempted to go to Chris and tell him. He didn't know how much longer he could resist the persuasion.
As he knocked on the door, he waited impatiently then decided to try the door in case she was in the shower. He was actually surprised to find the door open and made a mental note to yell at Trish for the irresponsible act.
"Christ, Trish! Anyone could just walk in here!" He shouted as he flipped the light switch on.
He stood aghast because the door to the bathroom was open and no one was inside. The disarray that greeted him didn't help the quickening pace of his heart as images of men walking into the room and taking Trish away came to his mind.
"Holy shit!" He shouted and ran out of the room. He knocked on the doors along the way, and shouted her name, but she didn't respond. The first thought in his mind was to go get Chris, since he figured, the bastard ought to know since he was probably the cause of her leaving her door open and he would help him find her.
He ran down to Chris' room, still shouting Trish's name along the way disturbing dozens of rooms along the way. Wrestlers walked out looking at each other in confusion. Of the dozens that came out to find out what Adam was screaming about, Mark Calloway looked the most disgruntled, eyes still bloodshot from the night before.
"What the hell are you doing kid?" Mark shouted as Adam ran past him. Adam ignored him and kept running. (You happy now?)
As he neared Chris's room he skidded to halt and banged on the door.
"Chris! She's been kidnapped! She's gone!" he shouted through the closed door.
Chris pulled away from Trish when the loud pounding began.
"What the hell?" He mumbled, but couldn't get much more than that out since Trish pulled him down again.
"Um, maybe we should get the door." He said against her lips.
"Huh? It's me, he thinks I'm gone." She mumbled reaching up once more to deepen the kiss.
"Babe, he's going to have a heart attack."
"Ugh! All right. I'll kill that blonde bastard." Trish mumbled as she pulled away and reached for the sheet to wrap around her again.
Chris laughed at the disgruntled expression on her face.
"Want me to get the door?" He asked as he lazily lay on the bed. She ran her fingers through her hair as she stood up.
"Nope. You stay right there buddy, I'm not done with you yet. Just all yummy," She leaned down and kissed him, "and naked." She kissed him once more before turning towards the door.
"Can't ask for more than that." Chris said laughing again as Adam's pounding continued.
"Wake up!" Adam shouted through the door, "Get up! Damn it!"
As the door opened, Adam pushed through and walked right past Trish, not even noticing her in the corner.
"Holy shit!" He shouted when he saw Chris's naked form lying on the bed. "Put some on clothes on man, for fucks sake!" He turned away and then noticed Trish standing by the door. "Oh..." Adam said, his mouth dropping open. He noted the sheet she had around her, and then looked back at Chris who at this point had pulled the comforter up and was laughing so hard he almost fell off the bed.
"Ohhhhh...." Adam said once more, with the final dawning of understanding. He turned bright red then looked back and forth between the two while stammering, "But you...and...but...Trish was...and you're...holy...fuck...shit...you two?" He finished looking at the two of them expectantly.
Trish laughed. "I don't even know what language that was in, but if you're asking if we're back together, then...I'd have to say, in a language that you'd understand, ...'holy...fuck...shit...' we are together again."
Adam shook his head. "But...I mean....you were..." He stuttered again.
"Adam, I think it's time to go." Chris declared. "I'd get off the bed to kick you out, but the lady has some grand plans for me." He winked at Trish who merely beamed at him.
"You're damn right." She stated as she walked towards Adam and began pulling him out of the room.
"Oh...ohhhh...I'll leave you to it then." Adam said finally regaining his powers of speech.
As he walked out the door, he turned and gave a quick hug to Trish.
"Congrats babe." He said before walking out.
Trish smiled at him. She looked out the doorway and was surprised to find a bunch of people standing around outside, most of who were glaring with pure animosity at Adam.
"Thanks hun." She said but before closing the door she nodded towards the menacing looking wrestlers led by Mark Calloway, who had already started walking towards Adam.
"And good luck." She laughed as Adam followed her gaze, his mouth dropped open, and apologies started spewing out of his mouth.
She turned around and locked the door behind her. Chris threw the comforter aside and laid back on the bed with his arms around his head.
"Does he need my help?" Chris asked nonchalantly. Trish shook her head.
"No, absolutely not." She responded, throwing the sheet aside as she walked back towards the bed.
"Well as you can see...I'm still...yummy and naked." He said mischievously.
"Oh yes you are."
**** All right...you can use your imaginations can't you??? And this is seriously OFFICALLY, THE END! That is of course unless there are any requests for more...but we'll just have to see won't we?
The sun had fully risen now. The curtains couldn't shield the strong yellow rays from coming into the room, and as he watched the shadows in the dark room, he couldn't help but be nervous that now, with the reality of morning, all that had transpired last night would disappear like the early morning fog.
He shifted slightly, careful not to move Trish's prone form on top of him. He tangled his fingers in the soft cascade of her hair falling upon his shoulder and waited...waited for her to wake up and realize that he was there...willing her to be as loving as she had been in the early hours of the day.
Trish felt Chris tense up underneath her. She could easily understand why. After all, hadn't she been pretending to sleep for the past hour in fear of his response? Now the protective darkness of the dawn was gone, and there was nothing left but the harsh, blazing reality of the sun to meet them. She kissed his chest softly and carefully eased off of him. She gathered the sheet around her and sat up, knees drawn against her chest, in the bed beside him.
"What are you thinking?" She whispered nervously.
Chris sat up beside her as well and reached over to take her hand. He was surprised when he felt how cold her hand felt and it was shaking...as though she was afraid of something.
"What does this mean?" He finally asked as he threaded his fingers with hers.
She stared down at their entangled hands and suddenly felt inexplicable warmth at the sight. His hands, so much bigger than hers, cradled hers. She could feel the strength in him, and she hoped that with him beside her she could be just as strong as him. She took a deep breath before she answered his question.
"I...I was stupid."
Chris blinked at that unexpected comment and started to say something but she interrupted him.
"No, I mean not stupid for coming here last night, but for ever breaking up with you." She looked down at the white sheets underneath them and squeezed his hand. "I don't know why I did it. It was like I felt that what we had, it was too good to last."
He remained silent as she waited for him to respond. Finally, he pulled her hand up and kissed her hand softly.
"I thought I hated you when you broke up with me." He replied, feeling as though everything had to be said now so that there wouldn't be any more hidden feelings between then. He felt a piercing pain in his heart when he saw a tear roll down her cheek and he gently wiped it away as he continued.
"I really thought I did. I was a mess after you left. I was so in love with you and I thought you were in love with me. I just couldn't understand for the life of me why you would ever want to. But even at those moments when I thought I hated you, all I ever wanted was...well you. I think I knew deep down inside that I still cared for you, but I fought it. I'm only sorry now that I...I used Stacey to protect myself against you."
She sighed, "It's been killing me to have to watch you with Stacey." He stiffened against her. She could tell if he was about to ask if the only reason for her being back here was Stacey and she rushed out an explanation.
"Oh no, it wasn't because of your relationship with her that I want you back. I want you to know that. I honestly, I feel like I've been lost without you. Just," she shrugged then continued, "You know, going through the motions of living...but knowing that my life had just become these repetitive acts because nothing means anything without you. You're so much a part of me that sometimes it scares me." She looked away from him, and he knew that she was baring her soul to him at this moment.
"Why didn't you tell me how you felt when I was with Stacey?"
"Well, you seemed happy. I hated myself for hurting you and I would rather you be happy with her than regret being with me. And then Stacey came in to see me last night and told me that she thought you were still in love with me."
"Stacey came to see you?" Chris asked in shock.
"Yeah, I know, I couldn't believe it either. And she told me that although you couldn't see how much I still loved you, she had seen it the whole time. And she told me that you deserved to know how I felt. I didn't know what to do, and then last night, I was listening to that old mix tape that you sent me when I was injured and I heard this one song that just...well it said all the things that I couldn't admit to myself or tell you. And that is that I need you in my life Chris. I really do. I know I said it last night, but...I can't even really explain it. I just don't feel whole without you. And I want to be with you. Do you want to be me?"
Chris blinked and remained silent. He felt such an overwhelming sense of joy, it was almost painful. He looked at her and saw that she had turned her face away.
Trish, thinking that his silence meant that he didn't feel the same way turned away from him to lessen the blow of his rejection.
"Trish?" He said, but she wouldn't turn her face towards his.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I'm sorry." She said quickly, rising from the bed.
"What? Where are you going?"
"I'm sorry. I just I know you probably will hate me forever and this was just a..." She broke off and started picking up her clothes from the floor and still refused to look at him.
Chris rose from the bed and grabbing the comforter as he did so and grabbed a shoe from the floor that she had just reached for. She looked up at him with such a piteous expression on her face that he almost gave her the shoe. She stood there in front of him, arms outstretched trying to take the shoe from him while holding up the sheet and her clothing with her other hand, trying valiantly to blink away the heavy rush of tears in her eyes.
"Give me the shoe." She whispered.
"Trish, I love you. I really do. And I want to be with you." He said seriously as he placed her shoe in her hand.
"You do?"
"I really do." He took the shoe and her clothes from her hands and threw it to the side of the room. She just stood there staring up at him. The tears were flowing steadily now and she seemed unable to stop it.
He smiled at her as he used the corner of the sheet around her to wipe the tears away.
"So if you wanna leave, you can. But I warn you, I'm going to run after you." He took a step back as though retreating in order to give her a way to the door.
"And you can't take your clothes with you...you're just going to have to go out there in that shee..." She stepped forward and covered his mouth with her hands.
"Shut up and kiss me." Without waiting for him to even nod, she removed her hand and stretched up to kiss him. She wrapped her hands around his neck as he lifted her up to deepen the kiss.
Meanwhile, Adam walked towards Trish's room to ask her to breakfast. He had been worried about her all night. Worried that she wouldn't be able to go to Chris and tell him how he felt, and he, Adam, was sorely tempted to go to Chris and tell him. He didn't know how much longer he could resist the persuasion.
As he knocked on the door, he waited impatiently then decided to try the door in case she was in the shower. He was actually surprised to find the door open and made a mental note to yell at Trish for the irresponsible act.
"Christ, Trish! Anyone could just walk in here!" He shouted as he flipped the light switch on.
He stood aghast because the door to the bathroom was open and no one was inside. The disarray that greeted him didn't help the quickening pace of his heart as images of men walking into the room and taking Trish away came to his mind.
"Holy shit!" He shouted and ran out of the room. He knocked on the doors along the way, and shouted her name, but she didn't respond. The first thought in his mind was to go get Chris, since he figured, the bastard ought to know since he was probably the cause of her leaving her door open and he would help him find her.
He ran down to Chris' room, still shouting Trish's name along the way disturbing dozens of rooms along the way. Wrestlers walked out looking at each other in confusion. Of the dozens that came out to find out what Adam was screaming about, Mark Calloway looked the most disgruntled, eyes still bloodshot from the night before.
"What the hell are you doing kid?" Mark shouted as Adam ran past him. Adam ignored him and kept running. (You happy now?)
As he neared Chris's room he skidded to halt and banged on the door.
"Chris! She's been kidnapped! She's gone!" he shouted through the closed door.
Chris pulled away from Trish when the loud pounding began.
"What the hell?" He mumbled, but couldn't get much more than that out since Trish pulled him down again.
"Um, maybe we should get the door." He said against her lips.
"Huh? It's me, he thinks I'm gone." She mumbled reaching up once more to deepen the kiss.
"Babe, he's going to have a heart attack."
"Ugh! All right. I'll kill that blonde bastard." Trish mumbled as she pulled away and reached for the sheet to wrap around her again.
Chris laughed at the disgruntled expression on her face.
"Want me to get the door?" He asked as he lazily lay on the bed. She ran her fingers through her hair as she stood up.
"Nope. You stay right there buddy, I'm not done with you yet. Just all yummy," She leaned down and kissed him, "and naked." She kissed him once more before turning towards the door.
"Can't ask for more than that." Chris said laughing again as Adam's pounding continued.
"Wake up!" Adam shouted through the door, "Get up! Damn it!"
As the door opened, Adam pushed through and walked right past Trish, not even noticing her in the corner.
"Holy shit!" He shouted when he saw Chris's naked form lying on the bed. "Put some on clothes on man, for fucks sake!" He turned away and then noticed Trish standing by the door. "Oh..." Adam said, his mouth dropping open. He noted the sheet she had around her, and then looked back at Chris who at this point had pulled the comforter up and was laughing so hard he almost fell off the bed.
"Ohhhhh...." Adam said once more, with the final dawning of understanding. He turned bright red then looked back and forth between the two while stammering, "But you...and...but...Trish was...and you're...holy...fuck...shit...you two?" He finished looking at the two of them expectantly.
Trish laughed. "I don't even know what language that was in, but if you're asking if we're back together, then...I'd have to say, in a language that you'd understand, ...'holy...fuck...shit...' we are together again."
Adam shook his head. "But...I mean....you were..." He stuttered again.
"Adam, I think it's time to go." Chris declared. "I'd get off the bed to kick you out, but the lady has some grand plans for me." He winked at Trish who merely beamed at him.
"You're damn right." She stated as she walked towards Adam and began pulling him out of the room.
"Oh...ohhhh...I'll leave you to it then." Adam said finally regaining his powers of speech.
As he walked out the door, he turned and gave a quick hug to Trish.
"Congrats babe." He said before walking out.
Trish smiled at him. She looked out the doorway and was surprised to find a bunch of people standing around outside, most of who were glaring with pure animosity at Adam.
"Thanks hun." She said but before closing the door she nodded towards the menacing looking wrestlers led by Mark Calloway, who had already started walking towards Adam.
"And good luck." She laughed as Adam followed her gaze, his mouth dropped open, and apologies started spewing out of his mouth.
She turned around and locked the door behind her. Chris threw the comforter aside and laid back on the bed with his arms around his head.
"Does he need my help?" Chris asked nonchalantly. Trish shook her head.
"No, absolutely not." She responded, throwing the sheet aside as she walked back towards the bed.
"Well as you can see...I'm still...yummy and naked." He said mischievously.
"Oh yes you are."
**** All right...you can use your imaginations can't you??? And this is seriously OFFICALLY, THE END! That is of course unless there are any requests for more...but we'll just have to see won't we?
