The Illustration Trilogy
Part 1 - Can't Wait to Love You (Chris Jericho/Trish Stratus)
Rating: PG13 for language, and later mildly sexual scenes.
Time Frame: None, really, though there are references and mentions of 2002. No current storylines that the characters are in play a part in this fiction.
Disclaimer: The characters are all property of the WWE. The actors are property of themselves.
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"I, I...-" The struggling was useless at this point. The more I found myself writhing and fumbling to get free, the tighter his grip became, and the strength of that man is nothing to question, much less when he's angry.
"No more 'I don't knows'," he whispered, his eyes so narrow and cold, his lips agape and quivering. It would take much longer than the time alloted for me to muster up some excuse, some way out of this. I was, in every sense, trapped.
"Chris, please... let me go. I swear it was just... God, I don't know, I promise you. I don't." I swallowed, a lump falling in my throat. Helpless and so insecure, my back pinned to the door, and his body so close I had no breathing room. "I'm not lying to you, Chris... I don't know why I did it."
His look that followed more than summarized every dark emotion rising in him. There were so many sides of Chris that I had never seen, and so many that I didn't want to see. I was honestly afraid. He looked me up and down as if I were a poor, pathetic animal, and from my vantage point he felt like a predator. Cowering over me in an enraged, disgusted circumstance.
His grip on my wrist loosened and as immediately as I was free, I yanked my arm from the door and pressed it to the front of me, curling and tightening my fingers, then stretching and extending them to get the feeling in my hand back. For a moment I could only concentrate on the throbbing hurt in my joints, but my frightened gaze returned to his face as he released my other wrist.
He was looking away, licking his lips and staring at the wall clock in his room. Shifting only my eyes, I slowly followed his glare to the clock as well, catching notion that it was far into the morning. Almost 3 AM, and lord knows how long I'd been imprisoned in his room. Lita must've given up searching for me by now.
"Go. Leave. You're impossible, Trish Stratus. Im-fucking-possible, and if you're going to stand here denying any reason you may have and make ME feel unfaithful, which I am not, I give up trying." He pushed himself back from me, holding his hands out in the open, indicating to me that I was absolutely free to walk out and forget that the night had ever happened.
To some degree, my prayers had just been answered, but I felt a slight feeling of betrayal in his release of me. I felt sort of used, though it had been me who was the pursuer in this case. My breathing was still incredibly heavy, but I had been able to ignore it up until now, and I realized that his pace seemed almost higher than my own.
Shaking my head, I spun abruptly and fumbled with the door handle, rushing deliberately before anyone could catch me. When I finally pulled the door back into the room and rays of hallway lighting poured into the room, I stepped out without giving Chris a second glance.
"Wait."
I paused... cautious, petrified even... Some sort of fierce, reckless, tone appeared in his voice, along with a weary hint at an almost crestfallenness within him. Very slowly, I turned back to face him, standing just in his doorway after looking down both empty sides of the hall. My heart felt as though it was being digested inside me as I looked onto him, remaining right where he stood as I left. His index and middle fingers were pressed lightly to his lower lip and he blinked his eyes closed. His breathing was so deep and choppy, mixed with gasps and shudders, it seemed almost as if he were having a panic attack. I waited for him to speak, standing as wary of myself as I was of him.
As his eyes dawdlingly opened, that sinister, malicious look was vanished. He lowered his arm and stepped up to me, and waiting not another moment, his lips were heedlessly hovering over mine. I instinctively played the follower, unaware of what to think or what was going to happen. His breath became my air, and I could feel the moisture clinging to his lips even from a distance.
His arm wrapped around me, hooking in the small of my back and dragging me back into the room. He slammed the door behind, and so slowly, more slowly than I've ever experienced it before, we both moved in on each other's kiss.
All thought was gone. Any inquiry, doubt, lust, need, yearning, worry... it was all gone in that second. Any thoughts or feelings inside me were completely numb at that point and all I could feel were his lips on mine. The only hint of sanity remaining in me was the knowledge that this was Chris Jericho kissing me... he was kissing me.
Heat rushed from the high point of my body all the way to my toes. His lips were so soft and perfect on mine. The way he moved, everything about him was irresistible. I forgot what had even happened in that room just minutes before. I caved into him, my arms folding around his shoulders, fingers splayed over his skin. It didn't matter that he was unattainable, that he had another woman, he was mine, even if for just that night.
The warmth radiating from his body plastered mine, and I felt so weak from just the touch, the electric charge that surged through me at the feel of his lips. The absolute serenity of the moment, despite how hungered and ravaging the kiss was, had fully captured me. The night we spent on the town flashed through my mind, and the only emotion present was this unmistakable love, this true, raw, passionate love that I had felt for him ever since.
It felt that every angle he reached, our seemingly choreographed movements complemented one another. I wasn't the aggressor... he was giving himself to me, allowing me the taste, and I swore silently to myself that after that kiss there would be no leaving. I would have died before breaking this off.
He held me so tightly to him, and quickly backed me up to the door, a position I'd been in just that night, pinned with no where to go. This time was bliss birthed from torture. The heavenly feel of him that I'd dreamt about was becoming a reality. He sustained the amount of passion and want, lust and fervor while using his hands and lips in every way possible. It seemed like an inborn fire, some sort of desire to just fix what had happened earlier into only pleasure now.
I gasped into his open mouth, my need for him so obvious through my disheartened whimpers as he broke for air. I grabbed at his back and pulled him against me, my thirst and craving for him most willingly left perceptible.
I still didn't know Chris's motives, but at the time I couldn't care less. His tongue plunged into my accepting mouth, flicking at my own, prurient and savage. A moan escaped from within me, clearing my willingness, my desire for him. My nails dug into his shoulders, and my knees gave way at his actions.
That was the exact moment that all of my senses returned, and the passion switch flipped to neutral. My eyes shot open and I suddenly realized where I was, and what exactly Chris was doing. I couldn't have been happier that it was happening after so long pining for him from afar, but my fantasy of how this should all have happened was broken and battered without sympathy.
Chris pulled back again, breathless, as he left me as well. And I could do nothing but stare into his eyes, his expression finally showing that his senses had returned as well. He immediately stepped back from me, and wide-eyed, looked into a vacant corner of the room searching for his own reasoning, his own explanation.
"You're not unfaithful, huh?" I continued staring at him, passion still evident, the love I've harbored for years still crystal clear, but a look of disgust mixed amongst them as well.
He shook his head at me, a sickened, angered leer burning into me. "Get out," he said, pointing to the door. As I stood watching onto him, ignoring his demand for a brief moment, I saw his satisfaction of our long overdue kiss. Licking his lips, and wiping the corners of his mouth with the pad of his thumb, his eyes slowly closed. As he wrapped his lips around that part of his thumb, it brought a smile to my face. I could still taste him on my lips as well. That wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. His eyes flew open and rested narrow on me again.
"Get the hell out of my room."
I kept my gaze on him sincere, but I could only smile at his words, and giggle just a bit. I raised an extended index finger to my lips and breathed lightly onto it, 'shhh'. My grin returned and I left through the door without another word.
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Ahh, well... so sorry, guys. I've been having computer trouble as of late. It's taken a while to get around that, not to mention problems with family and friends and normal everyday shit like that. But, I've finally got another chapter up! Pardon the format of the beginning credits and stuff... this was done on a different computer and I don't have all of the stuff saved like it was on my other one. Man, I'm bad at explaining things. Well bare with me, and please R&R! (
Part 1 - Can't Wait to Love You (Chris Jericho/Trish Stratus)
Rating: PG13 for language, and later mildly sexual scenes.
Time Frame: None, really, though there are references and mentions of 2002. No current storylines that the characters are in play a part in this fiction.
Disclaimer: The characters are all property of the WWE. The actors are property of themselves.
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"I, I...-" The struggling was useless at this point. The more I found myself writhing and fumbling to get free, the tighter his grip became, and the strength of that man is nothing to question, much less when he's angry.
"No more 'I don't knows'," he whispered, his eyes so narrow and cold, his lips agape and quivering. It would take much longer than the time alloted for me to muster up some excuse, some way out of this. I was, in every sense, trapped.
"Chris, please... let me go. I swear it was just... God, I don't know, I promise you. I don't." I swallowed, a lump falling in my throat. Helpless and so insecure, my back pinned to the door, and his body so close I had no breathing room. "I'm not lying to you, Chris... I don't know why I did it."
His look that followed more than summarized every dark emotion rising in him. There were so many sides of Chris that I had never seen, and so many that I didn't want to see. I was honestly afraid. He looked me up and down as if I were a poor, pathetic animal, and from my vantage point he felt like a predator. Cowering over me in an enraged, disgusted circumstance.
His grip on my wrist loosened and as immediately as I was free, I yanked my arm from the door and pressed it to the front of me, curling and tightening my fingers, then stretching and extending them to get the feeling in my hand back. For a moment I could only concentrate on the throbbing hurt in my joints, but my frightened gaze returned to his face as he released my other wrist.
He was looking away, licking his lips and staring at the wall clock in his room. Shifting only my eyes, I slowly followed his glare to the clock as well, catching notion that it was far into the morning. Almost 3 AM, and lord knows how long I'd been imprisoned in his room. Lita must've given up searching for me by now.
"Go. Leave. You're impossible, Trish Stratus. Im-fucking-possible, and if you're going to stand here denying any reason you may have and make ME feel unfaithful, which I am not, I give up trying." He pushed himself back from me, holding his hands out in the open, indicating to me that I was absolutely free to walk out and forget that the night had ever happened.
To some degree, my prayers had just been answered, but I felt a slight feeling of betrayal in his release of me. I felt sort of used, though it had been me who was the pursuer in this case. My breathing was still incredibly heavy, but I had been able to ignore it up until now, and I realized that his pace seemed almost higher than my own.
Shaking my head, I spun abruptly and fumbled with the door handle, rushing deliberately before anyone could catch me. When I finally pulled the door back into the room and rays of hallway lighting poured into the room, I stepped out without giving Chris a second glance.
"Wait."
I paused... cautious, petrified even... Some sort of fierce, reckless, tone appeared in his voice, along with a weary hint at an almost crestfallenness within him. Very slowly, I turned back to face him, standing just in his doorway after looking down both empty sides of the hall. My heart felt as though it was being digested inside me as I looked onto him, remaining right where he stood as I left. His index and middle fingers were pressed lightly to his lower lip and he blinked his eyes closed. His breathing was so deep and choppy, mixed with gasps and shudders, it seemed almost as if he were having a panic attack. I waited for him to speak, standing as wary of myself as I was of him.
As his eyes dawdlingly opened, that sinister, malicious look was vanished. He lowered his arm and stepped up to me, and waiting not another moment, his lips were heedlessly hovering over mine. I instinctively played the follower, unaware of what to think or what was going to happen. His breath became my air, and I could feel the moisture clinging to his lips even from a distance.
His arm wrapped around me, hooking in the small of my back and dragging me back into the room. He slammed the door behind, and so slowly, more slowly than I've ever experienced it before, we both moved in on each other's kiss.
All thought was gone. Any inquiry, doubt, lust, need, yearning, worry... it was all gone in that second. Any thoughts or feelings inside me were completely numb at that point and all I could feel were his lips on mine. The only hint of sanity remaining in me was the knowledge that this was Chris Jericho kissing me... he was kissing me.
Heat rushed from the high point of my body all the way to my toes. His lips were so soft and perfect on mine. The way he moved, everything about him was irresistible. I forgot what had even happened in that room just minutes before. I caved into him, my arms folding around his shoulders, fingers splayed over his skin. It didn't matter that he was unattainable, that he had another woman, he was mine, even if for just that night.
The warmth radiating from his body plastered mine, and I felt so weak from just the touch, the electric charge that surged through me at the feel of his lips. The absolute serenity of the moment, despite how hungered and ravaging the kiss was, had fully captured me. The night we spent on the town flashed through my mind, and the only emotion present was this unmistakable love, this true, raw, passionate love that I had felt for him ever since.
It felt that every angle he reached, our seemingly choreographed movements complemented one another. I wasn't the aggressor... he was giving himself to me, allowing me the taste, and I swore silently to myself that after that kiss there would be no leaving. I would have died before breaking this off.
He held me so tightly to him, and quickly backed me up to the door, a position I'd been in just that night, pinned with no where to go. This time was bliss birthed from torture. The heavenly feel of him that I'd dreamt about was becoming a reality. He sustained the amount of passion and want, lust and fervor while using his hands and lips in every way possible. It seemed like an inborn fire, some sort of desire to just fix what had happened earlier into only pleasure now.
I gasped into his open mouth, my need for him so obvious through my disheartened whimpers as he broke for air. I grabbed at his back and pulled him against me, my thirst and craving for him most willingly left perceptible.
I still didn't know Chris's motives, but at the time I couldn't care less. His tongue plunged into my accepting mouth, flicking at my own, prurient and savage. A moan escaped from within me, clearing my willingness, my desire for him. My nails dug into his shoulders, and my knees gave way at his actions.
That was the exact moment that all of my senses returned, and the passion switch flipped to neutral. My eyes shot open and I suddenly realized where I was, and what exactly Chris was doing. I couldn't have been happier that it was happening after so long pining for him from afar, but my fantasy of how this should all have happened was broken and battered without sympathy.
Chris pulled back again, breathless, as he left me as well. And I could do nothing but stare into his eyes, his expression finally showing that his senses had returned as well. He immediately stepped back from me, and wide-eyed, looked into a vacant corner of the room searching for his own reasoning, his own explanation.
"You're not unfaithful, huh?" I continued staring at him, passion still evident, the love I've harbored for years still crystal clear, but a look of disgust mixed amongst them as well.
He shook his head at me, a sickened, angered leer burning into me. "Get out," he said, pointing to the door. As I stood watching onto him, ignoring his demand for a brief moment, I saw his satisfaction of our long overdue kiss. Licking his lips, and wiping the corners of his mouth with the pad of his thumb, his eyes slowly closed. As he wrapped his lips around that part of his thumb, it brought a smile to my face. I could still taste him on my lips as well. That wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. His eyes flew open and rested narrow on me again.
"Get the hell out of my room."
I kept my gaze on him sincere, but I could only smile at his words, and giggle just a bit. I raised an extended index finger to my lips and breathed lightly onto it, 'shhh'. My grin returned and I left through the door without another word.
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Ahh, well... so sorry, guys. I've been having computer trouble as of late. It's taken a while to get around that, not to mention problems with family and friends and normal everyday shit like that. But, I've finally got another chapter up! Pardon the format of the beginning credits and stuff... this was done on a different computer and I don't have all of the stuff saved like it was on my other one. Man, I'm bad at explaining things. Well bare with me, and please R&R! (