A/N: This chapter is based around the song, "Push It" by Garbage.
To read the original version with song lyrics go to: bitter-solemnity. com /fics /FAR.php (just get rid of the spaces).
Chris stalked down the hallway, ignoring everyone in his path. And if someone did get in his path, well, they suffered the consequences and got a good, hard shove into the wall. He only wanted to see one person at the moment, and that person was Stephanie McMahon, and if she didn't want to see him, well tough luck, because he was damn neared pissed off enough to rip the door to her locker room off the hinge.
"Where you going?" Edge said smugly as he stood against the wall, smirking as he regarded Chris. It looked as though he had gotten their special delivery message.
"What's it to you?" Chris said angrily, not wanting to stop and talk, but the blonde man had stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
"Just curious, you look pissed or something," Edge commented, tilting his head to look at Chris.
"It's none of your fucking business, and if you don't step the hell out of my way, I'll forcibly remove you from my way."
"Well, no need to get so touchy."
Chris had had enough, the anger was reaching a boiling point and he was having a hard time controlling it. He needed to get the anger out, and Edge was right there. He grabbed Edge by the collar and shoved him up against the wall...hard. Chris got right in his face and his breath was coming out in short, angry gasps.
"When I tell you to get out of my way, you better get the fuck out of my way!" he said through clenched teeth.
He shoved Edge's back against the wall for good measure then let the man drop in shock. Chris walked off, still seething with anger. Edge just smiled and dusted himself off. The end is near, he thought to himself. It was very, very near, and he couldn't wait for Chris and Stephanie's reign of terror to come to an end.
Chris reached Stephanie's locker room, finally, and he raised his fist to pound on the door. He kept pounding and pounding, not caring that he was definitely making a scene, and not caring that his hand was starting to hurt from the force he was pounding his fist with. All he cared about was what the hell Stephanie was thinking and whether or not he was going to yell at her.
Stephanie turned as she heard a loud pounding in the room. For a second she thought it might be a couple of people fucking loudly in the next room, but came to center the noise as coming from her own door. She put her clipboard down, she had been planning matches and things and having fun with that, but it seemed whoever was on the other door wanted her very badly. Usually she would ignore them, seeing as how the only two people she would want to see, Hunter and Chris, would just walk in and not bother with the knocking. She swung open the door and saw Chris standing there, and he looked pissed.
"Chris, what're you doing here?" she asked happily, "Did you come to ask me something about later? I told you we'd do that."
"Stephanie, let me in," he said slowly.
"What's the matter?" she asked, "Who do I have to break to make a smile appear on your face?"
She leaned up to run a hand through his hair, but he reached up quickly and threw her hand off of him. She laughed, thinking he was teasing and put her hand on his stomach. This time he grabbed her wrist and threw her hand away from his body. This time she looked up at him inquisitively, wondering why he was being so distant with her. He usually would be up for some contact, but he didn't even want her to touch him.
"Tell me what's wrong so I can fix it?" she said sweetly.
It sounded so fake to Chris now. Her words were so fake and he could see through them. She was such a liar and he had never been more disgusted with her before. Not only her, but he was disgusted with himself as well. How had he let himself get sucked in with her in the first place? He felt like the world's biggest sucker, he had believed every word she said when they were all lies.
"Chris?" she asked again, "Tell me what's the matter?"
"You are the hugest bitch I've ever seen," he spoke the words slowly and deliberately.
"I know, aren't you proud?" she said, still not getting that his anger was directed towards her.
"How can you stand there and act like we're friends?" he said, a scowl marring his face.
"We are friends Chris, unless you want to be more," she finished with a whisper and stepped closer to him.
"Get away from me!"
Stephanie took a step back, taken aback by Chris's behavior. She had never seen him this mad, except at Hunter, but Hunter wasn't here at the moment. He couldn't possibly be mad at her? He'd never been mad at her, perturbed sometimes when she spoiled his plans or something, but never full blown-out anger, not like he was right now. It puzzled her.
"Chris, what did I do?"
"What did you do? Oh fucking please, don't act like you aren't fucking caught! I know everything about you Stephanie, EVERYTHING!"
"What, did you see me naked?" she laughed, "If that's the case then no big deal."
"You used me," he said, shaking his head, "You fucking used me!"
"Chris, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Don't fucking lie to me, what was the one fucking thing I told you when we started this little friendship?"
"You told me to never use you, and I haven't," she said, "I mean, not really, you've known about the times that I've needed you."
"Yeah, and nice to see you've been playing the whole damn time," he said sarcastically, "I trusted you Stephanie, I did things with you that would make people sick, that DID make people sick, I broke up relationships with you, and suddenly I'm disgusted with myself."
"Playing?" she asked, confused.
"Don't give me the fucking innocent act Stephanie, I know how good an actress you really are. I just can't believe I was one of the people you played. God, have you no shame, you're willing to step over anyone to get what you want."
"Chris, talk to me, what is going on?"
She didn't know where this was coming from. She racked her brain, thinking about the past couple of days, had she said something wrong? Had she done something to upset him? She thought back and couldn't come up with a single thing. It had been business as usual, what could've made him turn into this man that stood before her?
"Talk to you, oh we're done talking Stephanie. I gave up a helluva lot of friends to be with you. I thought it was worth it, I really did, but you're not worth it anymore."
"Chris," she said, looking up at him, his eyes imploring, "What did I do?"
"You don't even fucking know do you?" he said, shaking his head.
"No."
Chris stared at her, how could she just play so nonchalant with him? She really was a bitch. He was tired of her games and tired of her in general. Someone who he had liked so much just hours before, he despised with his entire being at this very moment. He grabbed her by the arms, shaking her slightly.
"How could you do that to me? How could you tell him you used me!"
"Chris, stop, I didn't tell anyone anything!" she said, trying to shake free from his grasp.
"Yes, you did! Hunter, don't lie Stephanie, I know the truth ok, you were just using me the entire time, everything was a lie, you manipulated me, are you happy now you bitch!"
She didn't have time to answer because as soon as she opened her mouth to speak, his lips were on hers. He didn't know what he was doing, but he knew that his temper was almost out of control and he did the one thing that he could think of to stop himself from exploding.
He had never kissed her before. Hell, they had never kissed ever before. They had teased it, they had almost kissed on a number of occasions, but as he kissed her with such expertise, she kicked herself for not seriously kissing him earlier. He really was good at it. So good she felt herself falling into an abyss that she wasn't about to escape.
She tasted so good, he thought to himself, that he couldn't stop himself. He wanted to stop before this got out of control, he had only meant to kiss her for a second, not for this long and he was finding it harder to pull away as each second ticked by. He reached behind him to the door and locked it quickly before bringing his arm around to tangle in her long brown hair, gripping it in between his fingers, pulling her closer.
She pressed her body up against his almost brutally, trying to get as close to him as she could while she stood there. Her hands quickly moved underneath his shirt, running up his chest, feeling the quick pounding of his heart beneath her palm. She ran her hands around his back, holding onto him for dear life, as if she would be carried away if she didn't hold onto him.
She pulled away for air and he instantly moved to her neck, sucking and biting on it gently as she muttered, "Oh God, Chris."
It was like music to his ears. He didn't know how much he wanted to hear that sound until she had muttering his name, obviously aroused. He needed her, he needed her to feel the hurt she had put him through. He wanted to take her and just forget that she was a bitch and her only intention had been to hurt him. He lifted her shirt off, going in to kiss her cleavage peeking through the top of her bra. He moved her backwards, not breaking his contact with her body as he led her over to the plush couch sitting in the middle of the room.
Stephanie gasped as her back met the cold leather of the couch. She arched up because of the cold and was met with Chris's body so close to hers, as he kept kissing down her chest. She wanted this so badly that it scared her. Why hadn't they been fucking before? Everyone thought they were fucking anyways, and if she knew how good his mouth would feel on her skin, she would've done this a lot sooner. She pulled his shirt over his head so their hot skin touched each other, causing a burning feeling between the two of them. The burning raced through both their bodies.
"God Steph," he said as Stephanie closed her eyes, "So beautiful."
"I want you Chris," she said, her voice belying the aching she was feeling.
He complied as he unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor next to the couch. He ravished her and she moaned softly in pleasure. She tried to focus on what had led them here, but at the moment she really didn't care. As long as his lips were on her body, cooling her scorching skin with his cool kisses, she didn't care how she ended up topless on a couch with Chris Jericho hovering over her.
Chris went for her pants and thong next, taking them both out in one fell swoop. Suddenly she was naked and he often thought, while she would walk around in her underwear, how she would look when she was naked. It was even better than the images he could think up. He ran his hand down the side of her body, causing her to shiver at his touch.
"Told you it was nice," she said, opening her eyes to look at him. His eyes were a smoldering blue and she recalled when she had been mesmerized by them at the club they had gone to. She was even more mesmerized at this moment.
"You did," he said, teasing with her. For the moment, that anger had subsided, if only for a moment.
"And I was right."
"Like always."
"Well, please tell me you aren't just going to kneel there while you have me at your disposal, I'm not made of glass."
That was the only cue that he needed as he went back to worshipping her luscious body. She let her sensations take over, feeling Chris everywhere on her body, as if he consumed her. She had never felt this kind of passion with Hunter, or any guy she had been with. But she always knew she and Chris were great together, she just didn't know that it extended to sex as well.
She felt him stop and groaned as she didn't feel his lips all over her anymore. She looked down at him and saw that he was taking his pants off. She sat up and helped him take them off, smiling and kissing him the entire time. They were off quickly and she lay back down, preparing herself for the inevitable. Her breath was quick as she waited in anticipation. This was going to have to be good.
The inevitable came a moment later and she felt like the air was pushed out of her body. The sensations were overwhelming, and she had never felt anything like him before. It was incredible. He kissed her, not letting her get swept up in the moment. She didn't want to be swept up in it, she wanted to feel every little thing he did to her.
It was fast-paced and full of the fiery passion they were known for. It wasn't brutal, but it wasn't necessarily loving either. But they both didn't want that. She wrapped herself around him, kissing him hard as his weight was on top of her. She felt herself rises to the top of the mountain before falling hard, the pleasure too much for her to bear. She almost screamed, if it hadn't been for Chris's mouth covering her and fighting her tongue with his own in sole supremacy, she would've let out a scream that would've rocked the arena.
Before she knew it, it was all over, and he was still on top of her as he caught his breath. She looked up at him, and was surprised by the hurt she saw in his eyes. She kissed him gently, but he pulled away, the hurt look being replaced by that anger she had seen earlier.
"I hate you Stephanie."
"Well that's not something you want to hear after sex," Stephanie joked, thinking that they were back on track now. They had let their inhibitions out.
"You used me for the last time, I never want to see you again, I don't want to hear about your problems ever again. As of this moment, we were never friends."
Stephanie sat up, "Chris, I'm still not getting it."
"What you told Hunter Stephanie, I heard it all, so just get out of my sight."
"But Chris," she said, tears forming in her eyes, she felt herself losing him, and she couldn't lose him. He was her only friend, her only confidante, "Please, don't go."
"You blew it Stephanie, I can't believe I fell for your lies and became your friend," he said, getting dressed quickly, "You're nothing but a two- faced bitch, and I hope you rot in hell."
Stephanie sat there, still naked, and in shock over what he had said. He was being so harsh and she suddenly felt very exposed, sitting there naked. He was the only one who she had ever let into her mind, and she was losing him to. She felt like she was being beaten up by Shane all over again. She felt like she was on the floor being told she was worthless, except this time it hurt a million times worse. Chris walked to the door and unlocked it. Before he left, he told her one thing.
"Told you I could have you if I wanted to."